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Dancin in the Dark Dedicated to L. Nettles 12 am Midnight The party was at a fever pitch and all about the rec center, bodies moved in rhythm to the music that blasted from the 4-foot-high speakers which rocked the foundation and rattled the windows and doors of the old but well-built facility. Nearly every young person for miles around came to honor and celebrate the homecoming of their local hero, Rapper Jamboree. Punch bowls emptied as fast as they were filled and the juicy fruity beverage, laced with alcoholic intoxicants added to the festive atmosphere everyone cheered, and partied with… Ler mais

It was a hot night filled with plenty of drinks and other intoxicants, loud music and good times, perhaps too good as far as Marlon was concerned. He got so drunk, he passed out on the sofa and by the time he opened his eyes, looked at his cellphone screen and read the time. He knew he was in trouble. His bus back to the base was scheduled to leave in less than fifteen minutes and it would take at least twenty-five minutes to get there. Thankfully his c***dhood buddy offered to give him a lift to the station. Although his buddy often took way too many chances, especially behind the wheel, Marl… Ler mais

Pound Puppies Chronicles Marlin and the Black Bone It was a little past midnight when the sound of thunder shook the house and the windows of the two-story colonial home. The loud noise started Marlin from slumber. He attempted to adjust his position in the bed when he heard the sound of his mother’s voice slightly above that of the rain that splattered about the windows of his bedroom. From what he could hear, his mother Jeana sounded apologetic. The effects of COVID19 had stressed the nursing staff at the hospital so many of the nurses, including Marlin’s mom, was on call 24-7. Once… Ler mais

Power Tools & Hardware By: Phil Blackwood Dedicate to B.S. Desmond worked at a hardware store and was grateful that his uncle used his influence with the manager to get him hired after he served a 5-year prison sentence. Mr. Burnard Winters actually owned and managed the well-known franchise store and seemed to take an immediate liking to the well-built, handsome ex-con. He hired him on the spot and gave him a great starting salary. With a wife and three small c***dren, Desmond considered himself fortunate to have found such an opportunity so quickly. Mr. Winters was a bit dour with… Ler mais

Law of the Raw The Primal Urge to…Merge By Phil Blackwood Salted Caramel: He walked across the gym like a beautiful golden-brown stallion. Broad shoulders, steely hard chest, muscular exposed rib-cage, a sexy, tight abdomen which v-tapered down to a small waist, then flared back out to slightly and shapely yet well-defined legs, small ankles, and large feet. There was something exceptionally seductive about him as he gracefully moved about the gym, going from one apparatus to the next as he pumped up his hard-sexy. 6-foot, and 3-inch frame which weighed around 220 pounds. His face was… Ler mais

Sissy Chrissy Loves Chocolate The Bitchmaker Chronicles By Phil Blackwood He grew up in Youngstown and his adolescent years were spent at the local cathedral, first as an altar boy, and eventually, he joined the choir. Although this wasn’t something he preferred to do, it was more of labor he performed for his overbearing mom who figured it might keep her feminine son away from the secular music scene, which she viewed as wickedly sinful, and filled with corruption. Throughout his teenage years, this effort seemed to work as young Christopher embraced the doctrines and high morality o… Ler mais

The Cellmate Chronicles The Slut Bunny By S. Blackwood Dedicated to FBLN Sergeant Rollins held the sissy’s arm with a vice-like grip as he escorted him into the office of Warden Mondale’s office, brought him in front of the desk, then released his arm and stepped off to the side. Mondale stared down at a pile of documents and sighed as he shook his head. For several minutes, the sissy waited until she finally stated. “Uh, excuse me sir, but I believe you wanted to see me?” “As a matter of fact, I do convict. I’ve been perusing your file and I must admit, it’s a very interesting rea… Ler mais

Ballad of A Sissy (For the Love of a Black Cock) By Sir Lance of Blackwood As far back as you can remember, you’ve always love cock and particularly, black cock, and more specifically, Big Black Cock. Perhaps it’s the temptation of the promise of hot, sweet chocolate that makes your mouth water and salivates for a taste of this enormous hunk of dark flesh, maybe it’s the striking size and contrast with your own skin, but whatever it is, you find yourself compelled and drawn to these lazy black dragons that dangle low between the legs of their owners, and suddenly come to life and wreak havoc… Ler mais

Lewis Manly stepped out onto his freshly mahogany stained, hardwood deck with a cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other as he did every Sunday morning. He enjoyed the fresh morning air which he greatly appreciated on this late summer day. His 6-foot 6-inch, 260 Lbs. frame lumbered forward and over to a huge lounge chair. He placed the steaming hot beverage down on a small wooden table with a glass center, along with the newspaper, then picked up and lit a thick cigar from an ashtray. He took a long deep puff and as he exhaled, he allowed his eyes to survey his small but quaint d… Ler mais

Riding the BCC Express - by Blackstone I stood on the train station platform on a calm seemingly peaceful starry night or should I say, an hour before dawn. I wore a Navy-blue Tank-top. It’s early Fall and the early morning air is brisk, cool and I wished I’d worn my jacket. It was my turn to open the gym and my car was in the shop and from the early diagnosis, this was going to be my standard form of transportation for at least the next few weeks. Out of the corner of my eye, I see this pretty femboi, as she came out onto the platform. She wore a pair of backless black sandals, very shapely… Ler mais

What Brown Can Do For You II -Dick ‘Em Down Brown by Cy. Black Many to most people considered Malcolm Lincoln Brown, better known to his friends as simply Link, a clam, easy-going, down-to-earth kind of guy, and they were thankful for it. At 6-foot 6-inches, 240 Lbs. the powerfully built Black man was a bit of a gym rat, he could be innocuously intimidating. Anyone who happened to see him undressed in the locker room or in the shower avoided a second encounter for fear they’d lose a piece of their masculine macho persona. Years ago, he was known as ‘Link the Merciless’ a defensive lineman on… Ler mais

By Sissy Hunter There were about five possibly six of us doing what most guys in their late teens do which was roaming the streets looking for action of any kind. We saw this sissy as she exited the bodega and she saw us as well. She smiled as she made her way down the street. We were all aware she was a sissy to be sure, yet one of the guys, said, “let’s follow him and so we did. As we ventured about a half a block away, we noticed she slowed down and allowed us to catch up. Although I was the youngest guy in the group, I’d already boned a few sissies in my travels and while my crew m… Ler mais

By Black-Justice Dedicated to Asslikeawoman He was the younger brother of an associate and a onetime enemy and that only came to be because of a mutual friend. The reason for the friction between us I freely admit originated from me and the fact that I felt for some insecure reason at that time to torment his younger brother whom I often referred to as Booty Butt.” His brother and I nearly came to blows many times and even we were to meet today I’m sure there would be a little friction just beneath the surface. The day in question actually started the night before. We hung out at his house l… Ler mais

As far back as Liam can remember, his mom was…well the best way to put it. She was whore and freak for big black cocks. After his father left her, he became a bit of a brat especially after he overheard his father accuse her of sleeping with black guys behind his back. Naturally, his mother vehemently denied it but apparently his father wasn’t convinced, and neither was he. Liam was pretty nifty on the computer and so one night while his mother supposedly spent the night over a girlfriend’s place, the 18-year-old decided to explore her computer history. His mother’s computer passwords were sim… Ler mais

I am standing outside a supermarket. I see you and we say hello. When you pass me by, you look back and see me staring at your fat ass. I lick my lips. I follow you inside the store. You go to the vegetable section. I pick up a cucumber and hold it close to my leg. You smile and walk away quickly. You don’t realize that I stole your wallet and now I know where you live. I come to your apartment at night. I tell you that I found your wallet. I give you back your wallet and then show you a picture of you sucking a big black dick. I tell you that if you don’t suck my cock, I will put this picture… Ler mais