Sitting at my table pondering what it would take to change my story I watched the black man walk up in front of the desk and say, "All rise." He continued talking but I lost focus on what he was saying as the men next to me gently grabbed my arm and had me stand up. An older white man in a long dark robe walked in and sat down. The black man said loudly, "Yo...
My first day off in two weeks and I couldn't wait to make the most of it. I dropped my wife off for work in the morning, grabbed a coffee from my favourite cafe and smashed out a few of the chores that had been piling up. By mid afternoon it was warming up nicely and I love nothing better than a good beach run in the sun. I stripped off my clothes and poppe...
Salt Lucius Ulysses Tennery hated his mother, and for many and various reasons—not just because her dark sense of humour had made his teenage years a living hell. Her vexacious naming of him so traumatised him that, at thirteen, he retreated from reality entirely, gavaunting about the place with a cast of imaginary friends (he was certain 'gavaunt' was a wo...
My life changing ordeal began last summer when my wife and I decided to attend a party thrown by the cfo of her company. My wife Kelly is a secretary, or executive assistant for one of the vice-presidents of the company and thought it would be good for us to acquaint ourselves with the administration types. I had no real interest in going but it meant a lot...
In the Summer Hall the feast was at its peak. Over a thousand esteemed guests from all over Mamafé had gathered to celebrate the Prince's wedding to Raia, a northern noblewoman. Behind the parapets of marble, on the far edge of the hall, Nahmet gazed at the festivities. How he dreaded this day to arrive was still felt in the depth of his abdomen. He clutch...
I had been fantasising about dick for a long time. On and off, I had spent most of my adult life masturbating to thoughts of cock and of getting fucked. Very rare was the orgasm achieved from aroused thoughts of women, though I was always looking at them with lust. But if you had asked me, I would have said I was straight; *maybe* bi if push came to shove. I...
I was working from home when the doorbell rang. It was Ken, a friend of my oldest son, a guy he'd played basketball with in high school. He was wearing a suit and tie. I wasn't sure what he was doing here. My son had his own place now. "Hey Ken," I said. "You looking for Brian?" Ken shook his head. "Came to talk to you, actually." "OK," I said, and opened...
I practically burst from the admin building into a crisp fall afternoon. Our college town probably looked a lot like yours. Looking out at the expanse of campus, students were milling between libraries and dorms, or headed to find lunch. The admin building opened up directly onto the main quad where some boys were playing frisbee, while other groups sat at t...
Dear reader: A political satire of "woke" white people, particularly woke white women. Definitely not to everyone's taste. Intended to be humorous. Skip if offended by the notion of a white gal mind-controlling her white boyfriend to service a black dude. But quaff heartily if the idea gets you hot. Adam ********* SCENE 1 [Setting: A spacious but d...
***Content note: some bi content in this one. The focus remains Chad's descent into gay submission.*** They ended the night passed out on the same bed, but in the morning Chad was gone. Brad sighed, exasperated. It was obvious Chad was having another freak-out about his desires, and was now trying to avoid him. He was sure, though, that Chad would be back f...