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TAG | Erotica
I was 20 and it was summer and the end of oxford uni’s rag week. There was partying and celebrations everywhere. At keble college we had the grounds filled with marquees and stalls to please all. These ranged from various tents each with its own well known pop artist performing the night away from rock to jazz. There was also a dodgem cars track, bronco billy, bouncey castles and numerous promotional drink stands. So there was plenty of drinking, all at little if any cost. Not a good recipe for numerous live wire students. And i was one of them and as pissed as most. This was a bi-annual 24 hour event. And by late evening we were already looking worse for wear and seemingly in a pretty sorry state.
I had finally decided to take the plunge. I posted an online ad, saying that I had long had gay fantasies, and had finally decided to explore them. I wrote that I wasn’t exactly sure what I was looking for, that I was open to suggestions and I’d never done anything with a man before. Most of the men that replied were just looking for a quickie, but eventually one of the replies caught my attention. Eventually we talked on the phone. Contrary to what I had planned, he asked all the questions.
It was late at night and I was feeling particularly horny after being stood up by a Master I had been corresponding with for several weeks. He was a cop and had promised to “arrest” me and treat me like the slut I knew I was but after waiting at the designated meeting spot for a couple of hours I knew he was not going to show up. There was an internet cafe across the street so I thought I would go over there and see if he was on line. The cafe was quiet and I had a terminal in the back of the room. I logged on, Master was not on line nor was there any message from him. Went into a Master/Slave chat room, there was only one other person on line at that time. I checked out his profile, he was a “Top” and from the same city as I was. A few minutes later I got an instant message from him.
When we get finished running for the entire period, we see Kenny standing on the bench naked. He doesn’t have a boner. In fact, his dick is shriveled so small you can barely see it. I’m not sure, but I think it was more embarrassing for him showing off his shriveled one, then me showing off my boner. He does have a ton of hair though.
Now Will started to get scared and was praying Harry wouldn’t quit. This way his arse would be saved. No such luck! as soon as his as was beet red, Pete walked over to Will and shoved his dry cock into Will’s raw sore ass. The mix of pain and pleasure ran through out Will’s body. Pete on the other hand was watching me and Joe. I knew he was but didn’t say anything. As Joe bent down I spit in my hand and started to rub it in and out of his ass. He wanted to get fucked something awful! As Pete watched, I ordered Harry to suck my cock to get it real slick and then I spat right into Joe’s hole. When the two of us were well more than ready I spread his hairless cheeks and plunged my head into his ass. His arse muscles were tight and fighting my every move.
He was living in an apartment above a Chinese restaurant, what was more natural than him ordering his take-out from there? Especially when the waiter was a cute stud he’d had his eye on for some time. But something is odd here, as he realizes after the second time, so different from the first. But variety is the spice of life….
As Chris showed John around the place, it was clear that this was an entire commune designed to create beautiful bodies, great brains, and homosexuals. The sports facilities were unequaled. There was a room filled with protective clothing for all kinds of sports including football, lacrosse, wrestling, basketball, soccer, crew, swimming, and many others in sizes for anyone. There were two weight rooms, one with windows to the outside which neither John nor Chris were allowed in, and another for those with the standard skimpy clothing.
Johnny took the floor, a defiant yet finite look in his eyes. He stopped them, with his swivel hips, his white coat, his wasp waist, his pants up bright, knifed in creases, it’s like back glow lights, this pouty lipped wonder of dance style in scope, where was the 70s always, and glitter balls of silver spread sparks of light into the dark dance hall, where the music tilted wavered and danced with a jagged sourced scream. Johnny was small, but he seemed so tall and clothes rack out on the floor of sparkles of the tears of green and purple and gold litters, and letter by letter the cats came, as he communicated volumes to them all strain and purple and gangly, as they gnarled around his shoulders, and they pert big kitten screams, in pantyhose unable. And I am one and glitter did I invite satin sheets coat, come on Johnny is woo away for the table with the candles and the lights on them.
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Skateboarder
0 Comments | Posted by classic14rider in Authoritarian, Encounters, High School, interracial
A wave of anxiety swept over Terrance. Here he was, a black boy, helpless and handcuffed, uncomfortably seated in the back of a police car in a desolate parking lot, his shirt ripped open, his bare teenage chest fully exposed, his legs spread, and this middle-aged white police officer was about to rip his trousers open. He knew he was fully at the white cop’s mercy….. A black teenage skateboarder is alone in a place where he doesn’t belong. This story is a work of erotic fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. It may contain depictions of non-consensual sex (i.e. rape) and racial slurs which some readers may find offensive. This story is not intended to be read by minors or by anyone who might be unduly influenced by its contents, or where community standards prohibit this type of literature. If any of these prohibitions apply to you, please find something else to read for your entertainment.
by Anonymous
Chip was waiting in the hotel lobby right on time. Since he had been scheduled to work today for the early early lunch shift, he was off at six. That was OK with me, since it had been a late one the night before. Much as I had enjoyed balling all night with this [...]
