Thai had the body of a god; tight, lean, and rippling with muscles in all the right places. I loved waking up with his perfect body against mine, my rising cock wedged between his firm ass cheeks. I was always horny around him, ready to fuck even if we’d already done it three or four times the night before. He was always ready too. He never complained about being too tired or sore. He never...
I have always been in need of servicing top men. I am masculine and need to feel the top man is more masculine and tougher than me…then I will swallow his cum and get his load in my ass. It is easier for me to find black men that love ass, and they don't look or sound gay. Their bodies are natural not gym bodies--the guys I love to fuck me. They usually get off on a masculine white man that is...
I was on vacation in South Beach, Miami with a friend of mine. I had just separated from my wife and was blowing off some steam. My friend, Mike, and I were living it up, drinking, partying, and hooking up with women. One night we were at one of the beachfront clubs. I had been drinking all night and felt a little woozy. Mike and I got separated, he hooked up with some girl, and I felt like I...
I can clearly remember the day that I first met Seth. It is as permanently etched in my psyche as the ability to speak or tie my shoes. It’s not often that you see someone across a busy office and realize that he is the man with whom you want to spend the rest of your life. Special moments like that stay with you forever, whether you want them to or not. Okay, maybe I’m being overdramatic. I...
John Paul Batista, Executive Director of Photography. Has a nice ring to it doesn’t it? I thought so too when Adam offered me the position. After 40 years of service for the publishing company, our beloved Larry Marshall decided to call it quits and spend the rest of his life on a tropical island in the middle of the Pacific where there were no magazines. It was at that point that Adam...
Continued from "A Beach Boy, Part 1" The first persons who greeted me on my arrival at the Fajara seaside resort were Diallo, the British looking watchman. And Stephen, as expected. Diallo laughed. "Since last Monday, he be here at arrival of every airport shuttle." Stephen was very cool. "How do you do, Sir? How is your family? How is your wife, how are your children?" And so it went...
In August of 2002, my wife and I had taken two a two-week vacation in Italy, visiting three main cities, Rome, Florence and Venice. While we were in Rome, I had an experience I will never forget.We had left the kids at my best friends’ house. He also has two teenage boys of the same age and my wife and I were having a vacation to ourselves, so he was glad to take them. Our first stop was...
I had been a friend with Jimmy for as long as I could remember. He and his family had moved in next door to me when I was about 6 years old and we became best friends almost immediately. We went to the same school and happened to be in the same class, which made our friendship even stronger. We grew up together and nothing out of the ordinary happened much until we hit puberty. That was when I...
The only way to describe the sensation of hang-gliding is liberating. In my opinion, it is the closest that humans will ever get to unaided flying and I can’t think of another activity that is more exhilarating – well, maybe just one. As with most life-threatening hobbies I partake in, I got into hang gliding on a dare from none other than Mr. Daring himself, Jake. As with everything he did,...
Guinness, Part 4 Well, back to reality. So much for basking in the post-ejaculatory splendor! I guess you could say the memorable moment sort of “came and went”. Alexssandor grabbed the pole (my pole—fishing pole that is) locked the spinning line, and then began reeling in whatever was on the other end of the line. I just stood and watched him in action. Good form! I was lost in...
Guinness, Part 3 I barely got my bare ass out of the shower, and was toweling off when Alexssandor just bounded in the bedroom. He was “dressed” this time—boat shoes and an old pair of shorts…not your Bermuda type that go down to your knees…these babies were SHORT…well worn jeans that had probably been cut off more than once. These babies barely covered the jewels and his butt cheeks!...
Philipe dipped the strawberry into the melted chocolate sauce then offered it to my watering mouth. I bit into the large, juicy berry and savored the intoxicating flavors of sweet fruit and bitter chocolate. A drop of juice ran down the side of my mouth and onto my chin. I reached up to wipe it off. “Non, laissez-moi,” Philipe demanded. I moved my hand and let him lick the sweet nectar...
Guinness, Part 2 In the interest of time, we each cleaned up in separate bathrooms. The boat service man just might finish up early and arrive ahead of his estimated schedule. I was still sort of dazed by the whole thing, yet there it was in plain sight—staring at back at me in the mirror—my chest full of cum—mine and Alexssandor’s. I stepped into the shower and flipped on the water,...
Guinness The general manager of the store brought him around the computer department and made the necessary introductions. I’d been having some staffing issues, and when the summer crop of high school and college whiz kids dried up with the beginning of fall classes, I’d been in heap of hurt, schedule wise. Ross, the GM, was an ex-football player who’d gotten outta shape after he’d...
“JP, I think this camel hates me,” Jake griped. “The camel does NOT hate you, Jake,” I argued. “I’m serious. Look at the way it’s looking at me with those beady little eyes.” “You’re being ridiculous.” He was silent for the first time in an hour and I thought I’d heard the last of Jake’s bellyaching. This whole desert trek was his idea yet he was the one complaining incessantly about...
If you’ve been following the story – and I certainly hope you have – you may be wondering, “What happened to Elliott?” It may seem that we hooked up a few times and then I moved on, but that’s not true. You see, the downside of writing about my lovers in alphabetical order is that the continuity of the story gets all messed up. For the most part, it doesn’t matter who I fucked first. But for...
I was sitting in Jack's bar alone one evening and was thinking seriously about going back to my apartment to spend the night alone when I saw him walk in. He was a 6-foot black guy, very trim and muscular wearing jeans, T shirt, and black combat boots. He was very masculine in appearance and looking and very sensuous. Looking at him, I felt a hot stirring in my loins and I could not take my...
“20 to 19, Johnny boy,” Malcolm taunted. “1 more point and you lose…again!” He dribbled the ball and threw me a smug grin. He knew how much I hated being called John or Johnny -- it was part of his ploy to break my concentration. He loved to talk trash to get me all riled up. But after all those years, I was used to it. I don’t know why he bothered anyway; he could beat me without...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: To my knowledge, the band depicted in this story does not exist outside of this work of fiction. Any similarities between this fictitious band and their music, and a real band and their music are purely coincidental. With that being said, enjoy. - jp. “At first you were loving me, needing me, wanting me Now you’re leaving me, teasing me, taunting me You promised you’d be...
I love getting fucked by black guys...and this has placed me in dangerous situations several times. I used to go to a very low life drug ridden XXX movie house in New York. I loved it there because a lot of the straight black guys didn't care who sucked their dicks...they just wanted to watch the XXX movies and get off. I would go in and sit in the back until I could see the place was a...
A good friend, Mya, once told me about this resort she’d discovered in Japan. Some of the World’s wealthiest and most famous had been known to frequent the spa because of its secluded location in the lush countryside of Kyushu. It was also priced for wealthy and famous, but she said the price was worth it for the massage alone. They used some kind of new age; pressure-point aromatherapy that...
Hi. My name is Justin. I am 18 and have short blond hair, and I am tall...just so you know a little about me. I go to high school right outside Columbus, Ohio. I am at the top 5% of my class, and I have fun with the girls and all, but this isn't exactly something I am happy about. Over the past year or so, I have noticed more and more often my attraction to guys. Whenever I am in class I...
If you’ve been following the series, you’ve seen Jake’s name pop up every now and then, providing some chaos and comedy to my mundane life. I’ve been unfair in my portrayal of Jake. I’ve trivialized him as a secondary sideman when in fact he’s much more that. I’ve reduced him to a shallow, one-dimensional character when actually he’s a very deep and complex person. What can I tell you about...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize to any reader who had the misfortune of reading the first version of Ivan's chapter. It may have been a good story with the right amount of love and attention, but, quite frankly, it sucked. On top of that, it didn't fit in with the theme of the series. So, to repay for my sins, I am posting a more suitable version of Ivan's tale....
© 1995-2026 FREYA Communications, Inc.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.