Latin male Stories

Monday, April 5, 2021 Rethink Mondays. Most people hated Mondays but I welcomed them. The bedroom door opened and shut. He was six feet three inches of pure wonder. He was built like one of those defensive tackles. His hands were huge. He was my teddy bear of the guys. “Morning, Duchess,” he said with that Georgia drawl. He removed his jogging pants and his shirt. “Good morning, Sammy.” He stepped to the bed, and threw of...

Chapter 25 Chelsea: Meeting Christian's Family When we arrived in Orlando, I felt nervous. Christian’s mom had his car. She was picking us up from the airport. I kept checking myself out every time we passed by a window. He chuckled, “Stop stressing. You look fine.” I smiled, “Do I?” He nodded and kissed my lips, “Now let’s go get our bags.” When we got our bags and passed through customs, we walked outside and saw his mo...

Chapter One Two weeks after that redeye to Boston and getting dicked down in the best way by Mr. Harris, I found myself back on pace to undergo another long drought. I said I wanted to hook up with Mario, but his messages sort of trailed off and if there was one thing I wasn’t EVER going to do, that was run behind a man. My mother had always said, “When a man wants you, he makes an effort to be in your life.” And since hi...

It was December 23rd, Dave had just left his office with a huge smile on his face as he got into his mid-sized SUV. He was excited about the plans he had made with a group of friends to head to Miami for the Christmas holiday. His cellphone sounded, he answered through the car system, “What’s up Juan, my dude!” he said with glee as he drove down the busy avenue toward his girlfriend’s place. “Nada, nada man. I’m excited....