My name is Aaron O'Shea. A short, skinny and red-haired young man of Irish descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I recently moved there from the town of Boston, in the state of Massachusetts. So far, I don't like the Confederation of Canada. Where I grew up, racial diversity in schools, neighbourhoods and the workplace was a mainstay. Canada is full...
I was on my way to visit my grandmother's house in Florida. I live in New York city so I knew the drive was going to be long and hard. Driving such a long distance by myself was kind of a scary thought at first, but being the adventurous person I am, I went for it. 9hrs down the I-95 I reached North Carolina and decided that I would find a place to eat and s...
He was medium height, hairy and looked like actor Tom Hardy with a beard. He walked in and we locked eyes. He was not that great looking, but something told me he would be an aggressive throat fucker. He entered the first booth on the left and with the door open. I was sitting on the couch and got up to look around. I saw him in the booth with his cock in...
I was perhaps nineteen when my adventure with Louis happened. The year was 2004. It was the year George Bush defeated Jon Kerry, the good guy among the Democrats, and took the White House. It was the year I lost faith in the system, and found myself becoming a misanthrope after seeing so much lying, cheating and backstabbing, both among normal people and tho...
Peter Black comes home, tired from a hard day at work. He was a tall, large black man in his early forties. A police officer with the Plymouth police department. Lately, things had been tough, even for a strong man like himself. Recently, Peter's wife Jennifer Ambrose Black discovered that he was bisexual. That discovery ended their marriage, and brought his...
I looked up from my book and looked to my right to see out the window. I could discern the snow-covered mountains below us -- at last, we were flying over the Rocky Mountains. But I also noticed something else. Next to me was an empty seat, but between the empty seat and the window sat a young man which a noticeable bulge tenting his slacks and a slight sm...
It was my first time going to Cheyenne Frontier Days. I wanted to write this as soon as I got home because it was and still so vivid in my mind. We were walking along some vendor booths and enjoying all of the nice people and the weather when all of a sudden an older man riding a road bike pulls up close to the walkway and stopped and got off his bike and st...
This is a submission made to my SIR. HE told me to go and be a whore and then report to HIM. the lower-case letters are intentional. its a boy's way of showing respect to his SIR. i hope you enjoy. i went to a really nice place. 2 floors, lots of rooms. the second floor is the "hotel". larger rooms with private baths. i stayed on the first floor. cheaper an...
Thank you for following Ryan this far. All Characters are over the age of 18. ***** I was fairly certain I had never owned these clothes. The shorts were very tight, and very short. The shirt was more or less a half shirt. I was thankful it was still warm outside. I was both humiliated and turned on by all of the long looks I received in the grocery stor...
Oh, man. This stuff really hurts. Those are the thoughts running through my head as I'm getting fucked in the ass. My name is Henry Mohammed. A six-foot-four, lean and muscular African man living in the City of Vancouver, Province of British Columbia. I work as a Police Officer in the City and I'm a closet Bisexual. Right now, I'm getting fucked by my boyfri...