It was a pretty lame party, and disappointingly, there was a majority of chicks. This meant that in an hours time, after a couple more drinks, they the chicks would start looking lustily at me. I had just decided it was time to start thinking about maybe leaving in not too long. I didnt even notice the guy approaching me from behind. "Please to excuse you, good Sir..." he started, jumping slightly as I turned violently round.

I had just turned twenty-two when my mother rang me from Florida with the news that she was getting married again. Her new man was already living at her place along with his twenty-three year old son, Jason, who would soon be my step-brother. I was pleased for her. She had been lonely for a long time after dad had died and I had left home to take a job in New Jersey soon after. I asked my mom what my step-brother-to-be was like and she told he was a jock and he was into body building and wrestling. It was good to hear: I work out a lot and my body frame is in good shape.

First Ill give you some background. I had a friend in my class who lived down the street from me. His name was Shawn. We were and Shawn had a -year-old brother named Mike. Shawn and I had jerked off together about times by this time and jerked each other off a few of those times. Mike and I had jerked each other off a few times also. In fact my father caught Shawn and I jerking off once, down at the quarry. It was just two big holes where they dug out shale that filled with water from the rain.

Never fails, I get attacted to a friend and cant help myself. This is a story that just happened a few days ago. Im in college now, at Howard University, I major in Performing Arts, and I thought I calmed down my sexual needs in high school. I mean I got a lot of sex in high school. Here I am at a place of higher learning and the first fine guy I see I go crazy for him. Well Im not making much sense right now so lets start from the beginning.

The room laughed at him. He didnt care, in fact he expected it. He had learned to expect everything he got and his cock hardened each time. His slave name was simply boy. When he was naked and collared, on his knees focusing only on the sight and orders of his master, nothing else mattered. "Ok boy just stay there" his master who others called Jimmy, stood over him drinking. He had been led into the bar and immediately told to get into position. His Master then led him to the back room. A large black man at the door nodded.

"Elaine, Im gay." Now she again verbalized her last expression, "Duh! So where is the gossip?" I just stared at her. "I am revealing to you my biggest and most profound secret of my entire life and you hit me with sarcasm?" I sneered. "Honey, I have known you are gay for years. Big fuckin deal. Well I guess it is about time you figured it out." She smiled sincerely at me. "So how did you come to this realization, love?" "Well, love," I was jokingly mocking her, "I think I am in love." She raised her eyebrows.

Paul came slowly round, soft morning light streaming through a small window above the bed. He went to stretch, then stopped, restrained by the chain. Memories of yesterdays ordeal flooded through his clearing brain, bringing back his fears. He heard a key turn in the lock, the door opened and in walked Carlos, dressed only in a pair of cotton shorts, his hirsute body glistening with water droplets.

While the beast went on filling my ass, my mind drifted off to my first escape attempt two days before I ended up here. That morning, with a sore arse, I left Omar in his bed. Azzedine prepared my breakfast and Omar snored on. -Good morning, my little eunuch, how are you feeling today? -Fine, Azzedine, just get me my breakfast. -It is here right in front of you, he said as he dropped his Arabic pants.

Art: Dinner was good and we shared a bottle of excellent Chianti with it. When we finished and had cleaned up the kitchen together, Darren took me in his arms. "I love you," he whispered as he kissed me, "And its not just because youre a wonderful cook. Its everything about you." We settled down on the couch together and sat very close together. "Oh," I remembered, and told him Id talked to my Mother that afternoon and

"Seems he moved back to town after having been away for about ten years and guess what, hes gay." Im sure I looked surprised. "The funny part of it was, though, that when my Mom told me, she didnt say he was queer. She said he was gay and that he had a partner. Very matter of fact too, like it was a nonevent." "So, you mean she didnt say he was a queer and an abomination to God and all that?" I asked. "Nope," he said with a grin, "It was like she was perfectly fine with this guy living in her neighborhood." We shared a pretty good chuckle right then.