Author's Note: This is a true story that I want to share with you. All of the normal disclaimers apply. Please be 18+ in order to read. Graphic gay sex is discussed. You should always apply your idea of safe sex practices to your own experiences. I get off on your comments. You can reach me via the CONTACT form on my profile. Copyright 2018 The Joshua Dia...
It happened one night, while I was on holiday with friends -- two weeks surfing on the Côte Sauvage. The beach was Plage Valentin -- a wide strip of soft sand backed by a promenade, and behind that a huge forest of pine and oak. We'd surf most of the day, but in the heat of the afternoon we'd escape into this forest, drink cheap red wine, and fall asleep unt...
I’d been to San Onofre’s nude beach dozens of times before but on this day, after a warm morning covered in tanning oil, I decided to go for a walk. I’d gotten a little horny lying naked in the sun for two hours so I thought I’d head down to where all the adult fun was rumored to happen. Having heard dozens of stories over the years about the southern extrem...
Meet Rashid Ali, a young man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Born in the City of Calgary, Alberta, to Somali Muslim immigrant parents, Rashid moved to Ottawa to study in the prestigious School of Journalism at Carleton University. Standing six feet two inches tall, broad-shouldered and handsome, Rashid is an excellent student in his program. His paren...
It was late spring in 1973. I had just finished a 4-year stint in the army and I had only been home a few weeks. My parents were asleep for hours. It was 2:30am, and I was wide awake, so I got dressed and went out. I called it dressed. My mother would've called me a bum. I saw nothing wrong with wearing sweat pants, T-shirt, sweatshirt jacket, and sneakers w...
Justin looked up with a sigh as the warden opened his door at the end of the workday Friday. He'd been dreading this day all week, and he was just now starting to be able to sit down comfortably after the abuse his backside had taken the previous Friday. He'd considered perhaps trying to stretch and loosen his opening so the next round of penetrations wouldn...
Hey, there. My name is Christopher Jean Marteaux. Friends call me C.J. for short. A tall, broad-shouldered and buff young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I attend Northeastern University on a student-athlete scholarship. I'm one of the best Soccer players in the NCAA Division One, if I'm not being too forward. Right...
We pick up our jackets form the Bike Stop coat check, banter with the attendant who reaches out and tugs my nipples hard, then head for the door. As we pass the main floor bar a tall, muscled boy in leather chaps and harness reaches out and gropes me, smiling at Sir, who smiles back. Taking that as an invitation he grabs my collar and slides his tongue into...
It was a boring Saturday morning only a few months after my 18th birthday when it happened. I was reading a book, sitting in a little coffee shop on a busy shopping street not minding anything but the words of some story I've already forgotten about. There really wasn't anything worth mentioning going on. Until I felt the gaze of someone. Both curious and...
Sometimes, I just need a good fuck, man. Best method of stress relief known to man. My name is Claude and I'm a big and tall young Haitian-Canadian man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study business management at Carleton University, and I am also forthrightly bisexual. That's not considered cool in the Haitian community but I honestly don't care. I...