"Jerry, that's fucking offensive." said Marcus as he pressed a towel to his forehead. He pulled his tank top over him, and balled it into his locker. He slammed the door, and turned. He pressed his back against the metal, crossing his arms as he stared at his friend. Jerry scoffed, and let out a laugh. "What's wrong, cupcake? Afraid I might be right? You'r...
There is something so oddly empowering about the way I spend my days. My name is Abel Whitaker. I'm a young black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Let me tell you about my life. I was born in 1986, to Boston police officer George Whitaker and car saleswoman Jennifer Kingman Whitaker. They raised me to have ambition and a positive attitude. I'...
"Fuuu... uhhh... ...Fuuucckkkk!" Alex moaned as I pumped his ass wheelbarrow style at top speed. "You like that?" I asked hoarsely, my member pushed deep into his tight hole. "Fuck yes!..." he responded. I laughed and climbed onto the mattress so that I could fuck him like a pony. The mattress was creaking almost as loud as Alex was moaning. If there was...
Hey everyone! This is my first attempt at Part 1 of a potentially ROMANTIC story, so if you're looking to get your rocks off quickly, this is not the story for you. For those of you who are interested in reading, I truly hope you enjoy it! H.D. --------------------------------- "I can do this...I know I can." Adam repeated this mantra continuously, hopi...
I'm Kyle, and my best bud Zander and I were hanging at my house during the summer before college. We were at my house mainly because my parents were better off than his and we had a pool. We had been on the swim team throughout high school and were ultra competitive with each other about swimming and everything else especially bragging about girls. The truth...
I walked into the locker room, feeling good about my performance on the court that day. I was a college sophomore on the basketball team, and life really couldn't have been better. I was on top of my game, had lots of friends and girls were throwing themselves at me all the time. I hadn't joined a fraternity (I still got into all their parties, though), as I...
The next afternoon I parked my car behind the large building and entered through the back door to the church offices. The anteroom outside the priest's offices was dark and cool. I sunk into a soft leather chair to wait for Father Egan. Sitting in the darkened area, my breath seemed too loud, too exposing what I wanted to hide. My ears pounded from my hear...
I was nearing the end of the fourth group lesson on self-defense techniques at the store-front gym under the instruction of a heavily muscled Syrian wrestler named Anwar, when he took me aside and, after telling me he thought I'd make a natural wrestler, asked me if I'd like to stay after class and have him demonstrate some holds to me. I had admired his mas...
Hey everyone! This is my first attempt at Part 1 of a potentially ROMANTIC story, so if you're looking to get your rocks off quickly, this is not the story for you. For those of you who are interested in reading, I truly hope you enjoy it! H.V. ------------------------------------------- "I can do this...I know I can." Adam repeated this mantra continuo...
He thought he'd never get away from work that afternoon, but at last he was out the door, in his car, and heading down the road away from the city. Ron Wilcox breathed a sigh of relief. He was good at his job, and he and everyone else knew it. The bad part about that was that other people assumed he'd be there round the clock to bail them out when they got i...