This is inspired by, and sort of about, the incredibly beautiful Brazilian transsexual porn actress Patricia Araujo - Machado is her real last name (though in this story she doesn't do porn these days a la Elisha Cuthbert in the underrated "The Girl Next Door," the only actual similarity - no proms or award robberies here!). Apart from her, none of the chara...
"Okay, who's next? Who celebrated National Nude Day with this contest in mind? Who wants to share their story with the group? Is there anyone else with a story before we close the competition and take a vote for the winner?" Everyone looked around to see who else had a story and who else had their hand raised. "Also, let's not forget the rules. You must be n...
Stefano Jenkins comes home. He's a twenty-year-old black guy who attends the nearby state college. This buff stud has caramel-colored skin, curly black hair and golden brown eyes. He's the stuff dreams are made of and he's really popular with the girls. The fact that he's also the star of the men's basketball team also had something to do with it. Stefano wa...
Stephen is the name. Most people call me Stevie for short. I'm a young brother living in Brockton. A six-foot-two, 240-pound African American male with mocha skin. Like many other young folks living in the city of Champions, I go to Massasoit Community College. I'm taking up Criminal Justice there. I'm in my first semester. Soon, I'm going to head to Bridgew...
UpSkirt, Sitting Uppie, and Downblouse Paradise Heterosexual man pretends to be gay for voyeuristic pleasure in seeing an endless parade of panties, bras, tits, and pussies. It took me a while but I found a loophole in the sexual nonsense that exists between men and women. Here I was all these years unsuccessfully trying to pickup women in bars to have sex...
There is, it is said, nothing more boring than a lecture on why comedy is either funny or unfunny. So here's my version of that joke. This is my attempt at guessing at my mind's viewpoint of gay fiction and fact in a retrospective. What I thought then. What I think, on re-reading these books and re-watching movies I once took to my heart and said, yes, this...
CHAPTER 1 Our family holidays were always two weeks at a Christian Summer Camp. Not bad, actually. Wholesome games and activities, camping food, songs around the campfire. Everyone so positive and jolly, out in the countryside, or at the seaside. This was a different one. Some sort of fenced enclosure. We were met by big friendly American, the Reverend BS...
The cellphone in my purse rang insistently as I pulled into the parking space outside my apartment. I fished it out and glanced down to see whether I should answer as a man or a woman. It was Jim! "I thought you were on your honeymoon. Had it with married life already?" "It's a long story, bro. I'm on my way over." "Over from where?" "The airport. We're...
There are times I wish I were a child again. That place where blind innocence and unconditional trust of family and friends was the norm. No troubling thoughts or confusion of the mind. A beautiful state of ignorant bliss. But with that great desire to be a grown up and do all the things adults do, we run in haste to discard our childhood tranquility. And wi...
It was that time of year where you had to attend the mandatory management funded office party, later to be called team building; for taxation purposes. Like everyone else you dread its arrival; this is one I remember. I was single, no current girlfriend, not necessarily by choice but circumstance, I had planned to go stag; play the management game. My offic...