This story is one of my older stories, written and first published (elsewhere) in November 2009. The story is gentle and sweet and all the characters are 18 or older. I live in New Zealand and I have kept the New Zealand terminology, so when I use the term changing room I am referring to what Americans call a locker room. ******* Part 1: Christchurch R...
My name is Sly Brownstone. A tall, good-looking young black man who's currently a student at Lively Stones College. It's a somewhat underrated, little-known four-year private college in my home state of Massachusetts. It's also the setting of most of my adventures. As you will discover, I am an unapologetic adventurer. It's easy to do whatever you want when...
This is my first story. Feedback is welcome! -------------------------------------- Bzzzt! Bzzzt! Bzzzt! My alarm went off at 9:00 am and I quickly jumped out of bed and walked into the kitchen to make myself breakfast--a toasted bagel with cream cheese, a banana, and a glass of orange juice. Although summer wasn't officially here yet, the heat made it fe...
Note: This story is the eighth episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend tha...
A lot of people who know me find my sexual proclivities rather alarming. I don't know what the fuss is about, though. Seriously. What's wrong with being bisexual? I cannot fathom it for the life of me. Bisexual men and bisexual women have existed since the dawn of man. We've been heroes and villains, artists and entertainers, kings and queens, princes and ro...
The sun rose over the town of Bel-Air, located in the hills dominating the City of Cap-Haitien, northern Haiti. Lucien Henri lay buck-naked on the soft grass, and blinked against the light. Not again, the young man thought as he slowly got up. If someone told Lucien a year ago that his existence would become this strange, he would have laughed out loud. Luci...
This is a work of fiction and any connection with a character in the story and someone in real life is purely coincidental. All people are over the age of 21. ***** It all started out so innocently. My name is Dave Hill and the story you are about to read happened eight years ago when I was twenty-two. I am a Caucasian man who wasn't blessed with much heig...
Theodore Malvis is the name. Who am I? A tall, good-looking young black man who happens to be the hero of this story. Adventure is the nature of my game. Well, that's my hidden passion, anyway. In my everyday life, I'm a student at Graystone University. It's a small, private Roman Catholic school located in the small town of Graystone, Kansas. I found out ab...
My name is Theodore James Madder. My friends and family members call me TJ. It's my favorite nickname. The hero of this tawdry little tale. I'm a seven-foot-tall young black man living in the combative and competition-obsessed city of Brockton, Massachusetts. These days, I'm doing many exciting things. I'm a freelance writer for the infamous newspaper called...
It had been several months since the arrangement my mum made with the basketball team began. It wasn't unusual to come home on a night and find mum on her knees sucking one or two hung black college students in my living room. Sometimes there were more but usually there would be at least four to five over the weekend. This was enough to keep my bully Brad an...