After Senegal, Nigel is ready for Nigeria, the most populous country in Africa. He is aware of a conference on African Leadership in Lagos and, as he has settled in at his hotel, he makes his way to the venue, a nice conference hotel on the beach. He takes a taxi and is a bit nervous about the speed and the manouvering of the car, as the driver half drives, half shouts his way through the...
After some days with Mansur and his family, after having learnt the hard-on & cum trick from Aziz and after many strategic discussions and practices, Nigel decides to fly to Senegal in West Africa. He arrives in Dakar, the capital. He hires a car and goes for a drive outside the city. He stops at a market to enjoy some fresh fruits and the gracious, proud Sisters in their strong-coloured outfits....
Nigel received a warm welcoming at the Africa Liberation Day celebrations, and felt sorry he couldn’t stay, since his flight for Casablanca, Morocco was leaving later the same evening. He had noted another fiery speaker, who turned out to be from Morocco. It also turns out they are on the same flight. Nigel is excited, because this Brother can tell him a lot about the experience of Morocco’s...
Nigel decides to travel via London, so that he can attend the Africa Liberation Day celebrations. He has been invited to stay at the house of Rafael Mohammed, a Nation of Islam brother in Tottenham. Arriving late at night, Nigel knows his way around London, so he jumps on a bus into town and finds a cab to go to Rafael’s house. It’s around 2am when he arrives at the house. He rings the...
This is a story in the series of awakening experiences of a Blackman. Nigel Gayle is a Caribbean conscious brotha, who grew up on Malcolm, Marcus and Martin. Well read, scholared in law and committed to the community he is not only active in politics; he also finds time for bedtime activities. Sometimes with Sisters. And when a woman just can’t do, Nigel finds much joy in Brotherly communion....
It was a few days after my 21st birthday. I’d been looking forward to that day ‘cause that was the only time my parents could allow me to move out of home and stay on my own. Since dropping out of school, I had spent too much time hustling and trying to get money the wrong way. However, the money never stayed in my pockets for long, and I was getting tired of the trife life, so it came as a...
I have fond memories of the times when hip-hop was truly controversial, in-ya-face, full of attitude, gun lyrics and posing. To some it was ridiculous, but to many of us – especially those of us who were in our blooming teens – it provided a sense of daring manhood we hadn’t seen before. And it had a ring of realness in terms of street appeal. Although I’m sure many artists were in the game to...
I like women in sexy underwear. But nothing compares to men dressed in only briefs, boxers, minis, shorts or Y’s. A good body to go with it, a well defined dick outline, and I’m up and ready. This is a memory of one up-and-ready moment in my life. My name is Alphonso. I’m 31, 6’2”, dark complexion and athletic. Some years back I used to do a few modeling jobs on the side to earn some extra...
The event I am about to tell you about took place about six years ago, but it has left me with memories that will give me a full fledged boner every time I think back. I was 22 at the time and was known for my good skills in sport; B’ball, soccer, volleyball –every game with a ball in it, I was there. Even though I had started experimenting the nasty with brothas, I was also known to be a...
I was staying at the Hyatt in New Jersey and it had been a long day. I came back to my room and felt the need to get out of my suit. I stripped down to my briefs, cracked a beer from the mini bar and opened the drapes to see what I could see. I was looking across to the other wing of the hotel when I noticed a figure standing in the dark in front of the window. I could tell the...
He said his name was George. I was expecting a more Zambian name, forgetting that one unfortunate legacy of British rule on the indigenous Zambians was the habit of using European first names for their offspring. And he was a corporal, on his way home from army camp for a long weekend to spend with his wife and child. Good looking, especially in his uniform, late twenties. He sat in...
I had spent the previous night shagging a boyfriend to death in his London flat and I was waiting for a train to take me home out of town. It had been a night to remember and I still felt horny for my mate’s tight ass and huge dick. I had a half-hour to wait and took the opportunity to take a piss. By chance, I found myself pissing next to a tall black guy. The hairs on the back of...
As the black cop’s patrol car pulled out on the highway I pulled out behind him. I had no idea where I was, what day it was or even what month it was. All I knew was I was following this beautiful black cop and I would go anywhere to have that cock of his inside me. Seeing his directionals signaling a turn, I began slowing. We were then traveling down this service road and he then...
Warning: this story is a work of fiction and contains graphic descriptions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. All participants in this story are over the age of 18 at the time of the story. If you are not eighteen or the subject matter offends you, please log off. Service Boy By Nathan Harvey Professor Robert Cassias Carlyle ran a tight ship when...
First off this story is false! And names and all of that jazz are false as well...I don’t know none of these people. And if you feel like your name has been used, its purely by coincidence!! As anyone would know, it’s hard growing up as a bisexual black teen. You have girls liking you, wanting you, needing you; and being Bi you want them too, seeing them in their tight skirts and...
This story contains sexually explicit language and is intended for ADULTS ONLY (18) years of age or older. If you are under the age of (18), please DON'T PROCEED with this story. From the author of Thug Passion & DL Brothaz Last Chance For A Love Affair A short story By Angelo A. Dixon We've all had a first love--a love like none other and a love that we will never forget. Maybe...
Todd had to loan Ember a swimsuit to wear for their little swim. He was lucky he had an extra swimsuit, but lucky may not be the correct term to use as far as Ember was concerned, because the only style of swimsuit that Todd had on hand was a royal blue bikini swimsuit. Todd bought it a year ago because it was on sale, but never wore it because it revealed too much of his business...
The inside of the cabin was just as lovely and rugged as the outside. It had polished wooden floors, a country-style large living room with a rock fireplace, cedar walls, large windows, a vaulted ceiling and a dainty kitchen, which was equipped with an old-fashioned wood-burning stove. There were two bedrooms --one downstairs with a queen size bed and one upstairs with a king size...
Warning: this is a work of fiction; this story contains graphic depictions of hardcore sex between consenting male adults doing unnatural acts. if your are not eighteen or this turns you off, don't read it. Full Circle By Nathan Harvey I was Carlson Tennyson and I was a man to be reckoned with. I am in my early thirties and I was already richer than any man deserves to be. It was...
When I went to the supermarket to get some groceries, I saw him. He was the finest mutha fucka I have ever seen. I immediately stopped getting my groceries and started to follow him, trying to make it unnoticeable. After about 5 minutes, he turned around and was staring at me; I felt like a total dumbass and turned my head away. After a while, he stopped again and started to walk...
Good morning, class. Today we are going to read the story of my dream in which I had an encounter with black porn-king, Mr. Marcus, whom I'm sure we all know. Here it is: You know how dreams can be all mixed up. I went to the barber's to get a haircut. When I got there, my usual barber wasn't there. In his place was this huge black man whose face I couldn't see as he had his...
The day after I submitted my previous story, I went back to that same pool in Lagos, Nigeria, for a swim, this time without any ulterior motives. There were between 10 and 15 people in the pool but no one that interested me, so to speak. As I was doing my laps from one end of the pool to the other, I heard a loud splash behind me, which was followed by a wave that could have...
My story begins in the city of Lagos, Nigeria, where I live. On this hot Saturday afternoon I decided to go to a public pool for a dip. When I got there, only 3 guys and 4 chicks were in the pool so I had enough room to have a good time. After swimming for a bit, I got out and lay down for a while with the sun baking my Nubian body. Then, my sun got blocked. I sat up to see who...
It was a long and tiring day at work. I came home around about 7 and headed straight for the shower. While I was in there, I heard the door bell ring. Since I live alone I had to answer the door. So I wrapped a towel around me and went to see who it was. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I opened the door, and there stood a tall dark and rather sexy looking guy whom I had never seen in my...
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