I was a married college student, in my mid-twenties, back in the 1970s. My first semester in school I was exploring the campus and was on the second floor of the Student Union. The entire second floor was virtually deserted as I wandered the halls. I had the urge to pee and found a men's room tucked away down a short, dead-end hallway. I went inside and st...
Dear Readers, Sorry for being away. Hope you'll enjoy something a little different. —Steve ***** Part I: The Friday For the words: "You're too young." May their shallow depth be recognized. The day that Professor Jason Argos, MFA, handed back the memoir assignments to his Creative Nonfiction class, Ben Patterson was uneasy. It was unlike Profes...
This is a true story of a wild hookup I had when I was a young professor with a student who was, unbeknownst to me until we were in the midst of it, a Japanese porn star. This was also my first affair. Names have been changed. *** I can still remember the first time I saw Alex. I was scrolling through Facebook during Thanksgiving break and spotted him in...
I glanced up at the clock at the back of the class. Only a few minutes left, so I hurried forward with the closing statements of my lecture. Soon, the children would be set free from my economy lecture and let loose on the roads driving home, or wherever they went after school. Honestly, I didn't give a damn what these kids did. I ignored the hand raised in...
When The Man returned from work the boys were at play, David thrusting deeply and powerfully into Sasha's perfect round bubble butt, enjoying the sight of his lover's sore ass. He had been whipping it again, and he could see the blonde 20-something who was currently arched and getting thoroughly fucked by his other 20-something lover had been crying, and moa...
My name is Bernard Brown and I am a big and tall black guy. A lot of people think that if you are a big guy, then your life is miserable and lonely and you don't get any fun. That's so lame, seriously! When you describe a miserable person with self-esteem issues who hates themselves and doesn't want to enjoy life, you're not talking about a big man or a big...
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Every girl in high school I knew wanted the head football coach. They all thought he was sexy. In my senior yearbook there were photos of the coach with the cheerleaders. They all but said they wanted him to fuck them. And none of those cheerleaders knew that just a couple of years later I was sucking his cock and I was his sissy-boy. I was spending long...
They had been on the same tour of the Frank Lloyd Wright house and studio in Oak Park, Illinois, and then they'd passed each other or sighted each other from the distance while both were strolling through the area picking out and observing the other houses Wright had designed and that had been constructed in what was now just a far suburb of Chicago. They w...
Dear Readers, I apologize for the time of which I've taken to get the next parts to you. I know a lot of you were hoping for another chapter of "Prom Night." If you've taken a look at the comments on both the last chapter of that story and the previous chapter of this one, then you know now that I still intend to continue both of them. If you haven't stumb...