I stood in the elevator, Muzak in my ears and the drowsy scent of perfume in my nostrils. The elevator belonged to an exclusive downtown office building - the kind with a marble floor in the foyer that goes on for longer than you can hold your breath. The perfume belonged to the elegant lady lawyer who had stepped out with silk stockinged legs at the twenty-...
When we last left Bill and his girlfriend Lauren, Bill had taken his beautiful sister Michelle's virginity after Lauren approved first though. Bill looked down at Lauren watching her sleep. She looked like an angel; her blonde hair let loose around her shoulders her soft breathing and that little smile that was always there if you looked. Just holding her l...
As the pale light of dawn pushed back the shadows in the grimy alley, the patrolling officers found a man unconscious. He was spread-eagled against the wall, his head drooping, fastened all around by sticky strands of web. His limp penis and balls lolled out of his open trouser flies for all to see. His slack, emaciated face hinted at the agonies he had endu...
The next morning, I woke up, Chato's arms still wrapped around me. I turned and saw him looking at me, a small smile on his lips. I kissed him softly, savoring the feel of his warm lips on mine. The door opened and I looked over, a guard walking in and immediately jumping and looking away. "Could you two, uh, get dressed?" I looked down and realized tha...
I am a high school teacher in my late 30's. I've been teaching for about 15 years. In that time I've had sex with many of my former students. I have been married (or engaged) for about 12 of those years. I have always loved the thrill of being bad whether it is cheating or sleeping with someone I shouldn't. I am 6'4'' with a full head of blond hair and blu...
"Hmmm, I simply love younger men," Kathryn Desjardins-Fontaine said, as she knelt before Reginald Sinclair, and she proceeded to deep-throat the big and tall, handsome young Haitian-American man's rod like her life depended on it. The two of them got their freak on in the living room of Kathryn's townhouse, one steamy Friday night in The Glebe area of downto...
Part 1: Part of a Cumplete Breakfast (Disclaimer: All participants in this story are seniors in high school and 18 years of age!) It was early September in Arizona. PancakeSamurai woke up drenched in sweat. He normally slept naked during the summer, he loved the feel of his naked young body up against the sheets, and the summer heat was more bearable the...
When the Cubs win the World Series, a wave of incredulous joy will sweep the land. All the people who have ever been underdogs or experienced self-doubt, or low self-esteem, which is everybody who ever lived, and for many, this is a lot of their living, and for a lucky few, this has only been a small part of their lives, will suddenly perceive themselves as...
Brother Samuel here. A name that should require no introduction at this point. Your favorite big and tall, good-looking and openly bisexual Haitian-American author, law student and activist living near Boston, Massachusetts. Sometimes, I wonder why people simply can't leave well enough alone. Why must they try to fix things that don't need fixing? Don't fix...
My name is Harrison James Stone. I'm a young black man living in the state of Massachusetts. Let me tell you my statistics. I stand six feet two inches tall, lean and muscular. I have light brown skin and long black hair braided into neat cornrows. I stay clean-shaven, shaved for a small goatee. I weigh exactly one hundred and eighty pounds and I've always t...