Missionary in the Mission (MM)

I had never done this before – that is, until now. I didn’t usually hook up with guys I didn’t at least go on a few dates with, but god was he beautiful. His dark hair complimented with his dark skin, his dark brown eyes were flecked with gold, and even the way his muscles rippled in his arms was enough to cause my dick to rise a few inches. I had seen him around campus before and now we were in a humanities course together.

It was like any other Friday in SF: cold, damp, slightly misting but not enough for an umbrella. As we made our way out of the trailer building our class was in he stopped me by brushing my arm with his hand. My heart skipped a beat.

“Hey, I don’t understand this paper at all,” he said, supreme confidence in his voice, I melted, “any chance you would wanna come to my place to look it over?”

“Umm..” be cool I told myself, “yeah.. I’d really like that.”

He laughed, his eyes twinkling. “Cool, my car is in the lot – did you drive here?”

“No, I take the bus.” I answered.

Walking home from the fair (MF)

We had just finished high school and were going to the fair as a final goodbye to the senior class. I was a total nerd in school, so there was no way any of these people would miss me. I went alone and joined the others as they went on the rides and played the games. Honestly, it was better than school; no one seemed to care anymore that I was the nerd. Troy Jefferson bought me a beer and I hung out with all the guys like we’ve been friends this whole time.

The night wore on and after a last round of selfies it was time to say goodbye. I waved by to everyone quickly – not wanting to linger and push my luck. As I made my way toward the road I heard someone running on the gravel behind me.

“Hey! Hey, hey Parker!” Came a breathy voice from behind me.

The Passions (dub-con)

The Passions – reupload with a few edits. Please enjoy. Inspiration for this story came from Rikku School story.

It was senior year when this happened. Seems so long ago now..

Me and Melanie were alter girls for church on Sundays. Mel was beautiful, 19 and fit, and the whole world would be on its knees for her if she wanted it. For now, Mel was pissed she was missing out on her weekend as we went through practice that Saturday evening after dinner. We were in mid October and the church was chilly. The shadows came down hard inside the building once the sun started going down around 5 pm. We walked up the aisle for what seemed like the millionth time – our arms straining under the weight of the huge bronze crosses we had to carry.

“No, no, no!” Came Father Brady’s voice, “don’t let it droop Melanie! Like this!”

He took her cross from her and held it up high as he walked towards the alter. Melanie rolled her eyes at his back and put her hands on her hips.

“I fucking hate this guy”, she whispered.