I had gotten myself into this dangerous position ‘cause I loved sucking rough street black men off. I had often gone to this theater and swallowed a few loads then quietly jerk myself off in the back row and head home…but this time I let a black guy take me into the filthy bathroom and fuck my white ass. When he came he just left the booth door open another black man that had been smoking dope...
Raul and his girlfriend were kissing on a park bench while the girl’s younger sister and aunt kept watch from another bench across the way. It was early evening and the town square was alive with kids running and laughing, and teenage boys and girls checking each other out. I was sipping a cold Margarita in a sidewalk cafe, enjoying the cool air, the scent of tropical flowers and the songs of...
Author’s note: The characters involved in sexual activities in this series are 18 or older. The word boy refers to a young male 18 or older. ………………………………………. I know, I should have known better -- people warned me not to go over there. It was dangerous – I might get mugged if I did. During the day, though, it was okay to drive through there. I did that every day to get to work. Poor...
Since July 4th, I had been working out a plan to get Reggie alone and asleep so I could get another chance at his big, black dick. The opportunity arose when Reggie’s kids and my kids had decided to go camping together with some friends and their families over Labor Day weekend. The next part wasn’t as easy to make happen – getting rid of our wives. I had approached the ...
As of this writing Reggie and I are both 37 years old. Both happily married, each with two teenage boys the same ages. Both very masculine, fit, athletic and good-looking. You could say we were almost mirror images of one another, except for subtle differences – he is black and I am white. I met Reggie when he and his family moved in next door to us 15 years ago. Little did I...
I awoke Saturday morning to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom attached to the master bedroom. “Shit,” I thought to myself, “Reggie woke up before I did!” I rolled over onto the side of the bed where Reggie had slept and turned onto my stomach. My morning piss hardon was pressing into the soft sheets as I inhaled the traces of Reggie’s manly scent, where he had recently vacated...
It's not easy for Rick Alvarez, being the only Latino at a prestigious New England prep school. Every day is a challenge to rein in his attitude and not to let the haughtiness of the white snobs get him down. Then, after a long day of restraining himself, Rick lets it all out at hockey practice. That's right. His last name is Alvarez, and he plays ice hockey. Not what people expect, but,...
“This is the last one,” I said, holding up the 26th and final consent form from one of my Alphabet Lovers. Jake looked up from his newspaper. “Who is it?” “Liam,” I said. “Ah, the rock star. I wonder why it took him so long to reply.” “I dunno...maybe he was worried about how his current boyfriend would react.” “Hmm, maybe. This is number six for him right?” I shrugged. ...
I had just woken up, and the sun was already streaming through my window. It was going to be a fine day. Although it was a Tuesday, I was going to be home all day while I had a new kitchen fitted. The delivery was supposed to be arriving any time after 8.30, and a glance at my bedside clock showed me that it was already 8.25. I jumped out of bed, wrapped my robe around my naked body, and went...
My name is John Paul Batista. I am a 35-year-old photojournalist for a large publishing company that specializes in travel, leisure and exploration magazines. My assignments are worldwide – one week I might be hiking through the French countryside and the next I might be riding a camel in the Tunisian desert. I get paid (pretty handsomely I might add) to be a globetrotter; how cool is that? After...
Can you believe that in close to 15 years working for an exploration and travel magazine, after having traveled all over the world, going wherever the four winds would take me, I never once went to Hawaii? I’d heard about it, read about, and even seen some excellent pictures of it, but I’d never had the opportunity to experience the “Aloha State” personally or professionally. So, when it came...
“Tell me why we’re here again,” I asked Jake over the roar of the crowd. “To get an interview with him,” he said, pointing to the guy in the number 39 jersey. “But we work for a travel and adventure magazine, not Sports Illustrated.” “I’m doing a favor for a friend.” “Okay, so what am I doing here?” Jake took his eye off the game long enough to shoot me a befuddled expression. ...
“Heya, Mr. B!” Reese rolled his mail cart into my office. He was looking as cute as ever. It would have been nice to have another go at him, but we had had our moment and that was that. We’d decided to be friends and coworkers and nothing more – and I was content with that. That didn’t mean I couldn’t stare and dream, though. “Good morning, Reese,” I said, returning my attention to the...
Like triplets, wet and naked in the womb, we cuddled on the muddy floor of the hut while the storm raged, at last falling asleep in the comfort of our intimate embrace. I was the first to awaken at dawn, and contented myself with the feel of Tommy’s naked backside against my front. My hand rested on his flat, smooth stomach--I let it slide down to cup his sleeping little member. My own cock,...
Work your ass off. Get hardly enough to live on, no steaks, no going out, can’t even go to a movie. Date? Forget those apples--can’t afford it! Yeah this is Tom or part of him anyway, lives by himself in a small basement apartment in a bad part of town. Works at Piggly Wiggly as a stock clerk, full time, different hours, but at least its 40 hours a week. Makes $8.75 hour, and man that just...
The heat wave lay like a fur-lined black-leather glove over the city, covering it with blackness as it smothered everything with heat. A dampness had risen all day, the sweat of several hundred thousand people pouring out the toxins of their body in salty, rash-making itchy sweat, the water evaporating from the pools and the water of the opened fire hydrants, moisture from everywhere and nowhere,...
Goddamn phone!! Why is the ringer so loud? My head is killing me! Oooh, I think I’m going to be sick! I shouldn’t have had that sixth tequila shot. Will someone answer the fucking phone? I clawed my way from beneath the warmth and safety of the blanket and looked at the clock. It was hard to see through the haze of my hangover, but I was pretty sure the fuzzy blue numbers said 3:06. ...
I was sitting in my office poring over the layout for next month’s magazine when Adam strolled in. Even though I reported directly to him, it was rare for him to show up in my office. It was good to see him, though. After he’d started dating Michael, I never saw him outside of work; and before my promotion, I saw him in the office once a month, at most. I missed his friendship. I missed...
One of the many perks of my promotion is that it allowed me more time to do things that I had neglected over the years, like unpacking the boxes in my condo, hanging out with old high school and college buddies, and spending time with my parents. I love my parents very much and it always bothered me that I only got to see them a couple weeks out of the year, so I decided to spend my first...
(Author’s note: All of the characters in this series are of legal age.) I was sitting on the bank of the river watching the approaching storm when Tommy emerged from the shack and sat beside me. “Well, did you do it?” I asked. Tommy turned and opened his mouth to show me the big wad of Raul’s cum that was on his tongue. “I had him squirming all over the place – he loved it!” “What about...
What a gorgeous specimen!! I’d never delighted in something so magnificent and breathtaking in all my life. As I ran my hands over that steel-hard body, I could feel the power lying beneath and it made me hard thinking about how incredible the ride was going to be. But I was getting ahead of myself. It isn’t every day that one is in the presence of such beauty; every minute should be drawn...
Arthur Murphy was a lonely man. Oh, he had plenty of acquaintances and even a few people he could call friends, but nobody who was an intimate friend. He had lived the life of an academic and had built a good career. His professorship in mathematics at a small western college gave him the opportunity to teach without the pressure of doing much research and publishing papers. He liked...
The muchachos stripped down to their bikinis before getting into the canoes. The small flotilla set off for the opposite bank of the river, to the soccer game at Boca Grande. The current was strong, sweeping us downstream, while the young men paddled furiously. I was sitting in the middle of our canoe watching Raul’s shoulder, arm, and back muscles working under his smooth, brown skin. Behind...
I had never met someone named Dong before. That was all I knew about my roommate. Coming from a small town in farm country, I hadn't met much more than a Robert or even a Vince in high school. I sat around that first day here at university waiting to meet the man named Dong. I wasn't disappointed. Dong and I are complete opposites. He's hyper all the time; I'm calm and serene. He's...
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