*** This story contains non-consensual gender conversion, LGBT themes, slurs, and things that can cause dysphoria *** ***** Have you ever noticed how many horrible people have a very unassuming, normal as can be name? It can make it difficult to tell them apart from the good people. Thankfully, a person's actions are tied to their name. That's how most peo...
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...
She paced slowly, methodically, back and forth like a tigress behind bars in a too-small cage. She smoked, and he hated that, but it looked right at the moment, the smoke curling from her ruby lips, sifting through her raven black hair, like flour through a sieve. She loved black it seemed, as he had seen her in nothing else. The outer garments were not pres...
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...
By now, you should know the game. Bernard Lamont is the name. A big and tall, openly bisexual Haitian man living in the city of Toronto, Ontario. I major in Criminal Justice at the University of Toronto. Prior to that, I attended city college in the town of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm having the time of my life these days, folks. Hooking up with sexy Black,...
I'm lying in the bed of a man who picked me up outside a gay bar a few hours ago, listening to the sounds of his gentle, contented sleep. Contented from my having given him delicious head, contented from having fucked me with my stockinged legs wrapped around his shoulders. I'm lying here, looking at the trail of clothing that marks our evening: my strap-y h...
That Saturday morning around eleven in the morning, Julia parked the car in the large structure and climbed out eagerly looking forward to the events around the corner. Lauren got out of the car with apprehension. She looked around nervously the parking structure. There were all sorts of people getting out of their cars, some wearing costumes and chanting ex...
I held onto Dwayne Henderson's narrow hips as I worked my dick into his asshole. Lord I love Black male ass. Dwayne grunted as I penetrated him. I picked up the tall, good-looking young Black man while walking through the Carleton University campus in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. He was a very sexy brother with an ass I just wanted to bite. So I...
(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...
It took me years to accept the fact I was gay. I had been attracted to males in high school but never allowed myself to believe I could really be gay. I had been a star pitcher on my high school baseball team. A jock couldn't be gay. I had a very stereotypical view on what a gay man was: flamboyant, non-athletic, very feminine physique. I'm 6'0, with buzzed...