Chapter 1: The Beginning Pelaam, August 2007. Wyl trudged wearily through the driving rain. The chill he had been suffering had definitely taken a turn for the worse. He stopped as he coughed harshly, tears springing to his eyes in its aftermath. He panted, feeling cold and sore and light-headed. He really couldn't afford to take time off from the evening...
Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities with any persons living or dead are wholly coincidental... A note from the author: I've been spending some time in the spa (hospital) again. I ask you to be kind. I write to entertain myself, hospitals are boring. I share because Oz told me back in the day, I should try. Feedback is good and...
Shawn strapped on his gear and prepared himself for another patrol in one of the most dangerous cities in the United States. Standing a whopping 6'5" and weighing a chiseled 275 pounds, citizens and hoodlums alike all new Shawn very well. On the mean streets, his nickname was "Big Jack." Even his fellow officers looked up to him as well. When they got a roug...
Last sentence of chapter 24... I'm sorry about this. Leaving Jackie's I couldn't decide what to do or where to go for an hour. Eventually I decided like everyone else to go to Wal-Mart. Using my mental grocery list that was filled with smooth lightly tanned legs and cute school gurl outfit I finally deciphered some non-frozen items on the list and proceeded...
My friend Marcus and I entered the building and caught the elevator to the basement floor, and when the doors opened we looked at each other warily. The hallway was extremely dim from what we could see, and for a moment I considered letting him go in by himself. "Are you sure this is the right place?" I asked. "Of course. 69 Appleton Street. Apartment B-5,...
I wrote about my ultimate sexual experience before, when I was soaked in cum in a porn theater, then arrested and gangraped in jail. I got positive feedback, so I thought I would write about an earlier experience. Like my last story, this is 100% true. I got concert tickets to see an amazing show in one of the hottest music venues in my city. It was a ver...
"Here Prada. Her-ee Prada," Jon sings lightly, shaking a bag of dog treats that cost more than his iPhone. "Where the fuck did you go little doggie?" He exhales once, fighting off the approaching panic attack. If he doesn't have Lydia's dog when she gets back from giving a lecture at Yale, she'll cut his balls off. And while Jon hasn't recently used his bal...
If you want a real story, you should probably move on... this is sort of a venting complaint and isn't too erotic. * I think it was March... I was feeling particularly horny. As I've mentioned in other stories, it was a rare occasion that I'd suck a cock. Once a month at most, maybe once every other month. I'm a straight-leaning bisexual guy. 23 years old...
Scott Clark hated his whiteness. He wasn't able to articulate it exactly in that way; he claimed to be coming to terms with his submissive nature and his overwhelming desire to serve the Black race. Had he been a bit more self-aware, a bit more introspective, he could have accurately described his self-hatred as stemming from his inherent need to feel superi...
This is the state I was in anyway, when I had to get on the plane to come home, not feeling too sad to be doing so, remembering all of this, the whole trip, but those moments of nakedness and sex, at the beach, in the house, the three of us naked and aroused, going to bed together, too tired to sleep, tangled up in each other, laying, sitting, rolling over,...