The name is Henry Jean-Pierre. A big and tall black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Life is tough for the average American these days but you should know that even the strong struggle. I'm the Deputy Sheriff in my county and life hasn't been a bed of roses lately. Ordinary American men and women have been pushed to the limit by the Recessi...
Matt and I have been seeing lots of each other since our first hook up a couple of weeks ago. We still have that brand new relationship, fuck three times a day thing going on. God I love that. I've hardly gone 12 hours since I got to campus without having an orgasm. Talk about heaven. Unfortunately, Matt had to go home for the weekend. That left me without...
Rita Cletus is her name. A tall, large black woman with dark brown skin, short hair and rather plain features. What attracts a lot of men to this dame is not her face but rather her thick body, large breasts and large, plump buttocks. By trade, she's a truck driver. When she's not on the road, she's a sexual adventuress. Traveling the state of Massachusetts...
Summary: A list of terms to aid in understanding the activities and nature of sissies and cock suckers. Note 1: The author's source material isn't Webster's Dictionary or anything similar, but is drawn from many years of interest in matters sexual and countless conversations, both spoken and online, with other perverts. Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven and...
The evening at army reserves ended early and I had the choice of using money for a bus home or hitchhike and save the money for something else. Hitchhiking was not taboo as it is today and the decision to pocket the money was easy. I had recently turned eighteen and the chances of getting a ride were quite good. After five minutes, I began to doubt my choic...
(This story is a work of fiction. If you don't like erotic stories that contain cross dressing, heavy gay themes and water sports please just don't read it. Thank you.) * I was determined. This weekend it would happen. I would loose my gay virginity and complete manhood. The hard way. Tonight would change everything. Until now I've never had sex with a ma...
From his sixth story apartment window there was even less to see than usual on this rainy day. Heavy clouds and fog hung over tall buildings like ghosts. His cavernous alley view—-with the metal dumpster at the bottom, whose ear-splitting reverberations echoed mercilessly in his ears whenever it was emptied in darkness at six in the morning—-was broken only...
It's a curious thing, gay literature. It has, over the years, been the most difficult of books for me to read. Gore Vidal, Tennessee Williams, even Gordon Merrick (remember him?) and scores of other gay or bi writers seem defeated before they started. Excellent as Vidal and Williams and John Rechy can be, there is this terrible undercurrent or not so undercu...
"Excuse me. I was wondering if I could get my homecoming pictures taken here?" asked the soft, angelic voice of a young girl who just walked into Jane's photo studio. Jane sat at the front desk with her face planted in her laptop doing a bit of research online. "We do homecomings, proms, birthdays, bar mitzvahs............" Jane trailed off once she looked...
It was a moment of truth. I took a deep breath and walked purposefully down the hallway to the bathroom. Shirtless and focused, I came up on Ray, who was still talking through the door to Jimmy. All the evidence available told me Jimmy was still crying and babbling. He was apparently convinced he was gay. This had somehow been brought on by his belief that h...