Darrin had seen a bumper sticker one time that said "Wrangler butts drive me nuts." Of course, it was some country girl driving the pickup that had it. But still, he could relate to the sentiment. Fortunately, being a grad student in agriculture in a land grant university provided him with more than enough opportunities to see hot guys in tight Wranglers. Je...
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...
N.Y.C. 1971. .......... Chapter One: Stranded in the Big Apple. Everything had gone so well up to the point when I took out my wallet to get my bus ticket. It was a small grey stub that was going to get me on the bus for my return home to Plattsburgh, New York, and when I didn't find it right away, I didn't panic but merely stepped out of the line to allo...
Tuesday night I was sitting at my computer, anxiously waiting for an email from John. He was supposed to get back to me with the details and location about the sex party he was holding on Wednesday, so I wanted to make sure I was online to get them. Finally around 8:30, the email came through. John: So are you still interested in coming to the party to...
We were closer to town than I thought and it only took a few minutes more before the buildings of Main Street came into view. Sven pulled over to the curb in front of a little department store. "We'd better get those jeans replaced first thing," he said as he looked down at the damp cum stain in my crotch. "Hold your hat over the front of your pants when we...
We both positioned our respective underwear in front of us - the outer and less intimate surface of the gussets facing towards us - and Dane lifted mine up to his nose first. I followed his lead, applying the outside of his shorts to my nose even though I would have strongly preferred to have done so with the inner lining, and we both took a few gentle sniff...
"You're a funny guy, John," noted Tom from the back seat of my SUV. With my gaze on the winding road before me, I replied as matter-of-factly as possible, "Maybe so, but I'm serious. If you two still want to go caving tonight with me and Joe, y'all are gonna have to go naked. Let me know now if that's a problem so I can turn around if I need to." He didn'...
Disclaimer: All characters involved in sexual relationships are over 18 years of age, and no minors are sexually exploited in this content. In no way are actual events or persons depicted. The author of this story is not gay. Enjoy. *** I grew up in a city without names. As a boy, I waited and watched with the other nameless children in filthy narrow rows...
*Direct continuation of Onus 2. Warning for darker content. All characters are 18+* *** Soft. Warm. The blanket was heavy, and smooth. A thick comforter, like the kind I had when I was living with my mama. I was on my side. I could see, because I was naked. I could dimly see from the patches on my upper back. I could see the dim shape of a man against...
The next Monday morning, Parker was getting out of the shower when he thought he heard the doorbell ring. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out into his bedroom. He opened the bedroom door and peeked out into the hallway. "Mom? Dad?" The doorbell rang again. He looked back at the alarm clock on his nightstand. If it was Colton, he was really e...