The Exhibitionist 3: The Delivery

By littlenick.     Read The Exhibitionist 1: The Shower Block Here Read The Exhibitionist 2: The Nature Trail Here. ***** The Exhibitionist 3: The Delivery Boy… After my experience on the nature trail, something had changed in me. I no longer felt uncertain about my sexuality. Whilst I didn’t consider myself gay, I knew that no conventional straight experience could ever excite me nearly as much as my last two encounters had. Though they had been relatively tame and

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The Exhibitionist 2: The Nature Trail

By littlenick.     Read The Exhibitionist 1: The Shower Block Here ***** The Exhibitionist 2: The Nature Trail… In the days following my experience at the shower block, I kept replaying the events in my mind. The memories brought up a mix of emotions, including humiliation, nervousness (that the pictures might surface somewhere), but most of all excitement. I couldn’t believe how excited the whole ordeal had made me and how aroused I became thinking back on everything. I

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The Exhibitionist 1: The Shower Block

By littlenick.     Ever since high school, I’ve fancied myself a bit of an exhibitionist. I’ve always liked the idea of being naked outside in a public place, and the thrill of being seen or caught has always been a massive turn-on for me. Whilst I consider myself straight – I’ve only ever been with girls and have never so much as kissed another guy before – my fantasies always seemed to revolve around other men catching me. I’d

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The Neighborhood Hero 3

By RSchwuler.     Read Part 1 Here. Read Part 2 Here. ***** Part 3… For the next week, I refrained from jacking off and stayed away from Wolcott’s window. I put myself through some intense workouts at the gym, training with a particularly athletic friend of mine. He even had me spar in boxing gloves with him. I felt keyed up and strong. I was sweating testosterone. I was just as horny as I’d been the past few days,

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The Neighborhood Hero 2

By RSchwuler.     Read Part 1 Here ***** Part 2… I left the window, where just inside Hugh Wolcott, the hateful old boogeyman of our neighborhood, continued to wobble his hips around and stew his cock in the guts of the former star quarterback Bruce Mitchell. The sight of the massive jock letting himself get roughly butt-fucked by the short old bastard had been outrageous to me, hideous, but mesmerizing. The wretched spectacle of it had inflamed me with

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The Neighborhood Hero 1

By RSchwuler.     To say that Bruce Mitchell had been my childhood hero would not have been an overstatement. He was eight years older than me, and we grew up just a few houses down from each other on the same street. All of us neighborhood kids looked up to him. He had been the star quarterback of our high school’s football team and had gone on to play successfully in the Big Ten. He was lantern-jawed and handsome,

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Thomas’ Racial Equity Education

By Whiteboiwife.     The classroom was empty when Thomas stepped inside. He lingered by the doorway for a moment, his eyes scanning the space. Rows of black-topped lab stations filled the room, each one marked with gas valves and rusted faucets, worn by years of student use. Though the hardware was modern–digital thermometers, microscope docks, updated safety gear–the old bones of the building were still there in the arched windows, high plaster ceilings, and crown molding that curled like

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African Penis Wrestling

By LucyBottoms.     The year is 2034, and the BNWO is in effect. African Penis Wrestling is a popular exhibition sport that whitebois are allowed to participate in with their darker, stronger betters. Big Dick’s Gym on Martin Luther & Grand was a real gym, not a fancy treadmill-and-bicycle spa. It smelled of Lysol and balls, hairy, sweaty, balls. And dongs, combat dongs, ’cause it was a training mecca for African Penis Wrestling. I love African Penis Wrestling, and

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Airborne Tease

By Freedfor.     We enter the airplane and move towards the back, slowly finding our seats. My boyfriend Jax booked these seats, tucked away in the back corner. We’re on our way to the Cayman Islands for our first vacation together. Our relationship is still fairly new; having spent the last six months together has been incredible. He makes me feel free to be my true self. We get ourselves situated, and when I sit down, I immediately feel

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The GSA’s Photoshoot

By Whiteboiwife.     The scent of sweat, cologne, and paint thinner lingered in the wide, sun-drenched art studio. The tables had been cleared, the lights were set up, and a large white backdrop was stretched against one wall. It was quiet, save for the occasional shutter click and the soft hum of the space heater — someone had insisted the players not “catch cold” in their minimal clothing. Kennedy adjusted the waistband of his white compression shorts, the only

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