Sorry for the silence... life got crazy. ***** +++ Noah +++ "You can't go home tomorrow. The news says Iran is dangerous," I urged Mr. Naseri. There had been an article about some nuclear deal going on and some people saying it was going to get us killed. "Noah! My home is not dangerous. It will be just fine," Mr. Naseri laughed. "I'm serious... it...
Game of Love Ch. 01 Comments, critiques and tips are welcome! *** Love.... Love is a game that both can play and win. But we always have to remember that games are deadly serious and you do not play them to enjoy. There's a saying, 'Not knowing what you want is one thing but not knowing what you want and getting a person's feelings involved is another thi...
As I mentioned in my previous story, I had not planned to write more about my summer romance with Stefan. But now that I've told people about it, there has been an interest in me continuing to tell the story. So this is about our summer together. When Stefan went back to school after spring break of his junior year he had a lot of projects and tests to prep...
!_f29ownMyBf: Hey guys! Anyone in East London? At the sight of a female chatter, half a dozen guys in the supposedly gay chat room almost immediately PM'd Sam. She had to spend a little time on each one to figure out whether or not he was the right candidate. She had something very specific in mind. m44hardBull: Hiya babe. What r u into? !_f29ownMyBf: I'...
For me, a typical Friday and Saturday night was grabbing a case of beer, smoking up some bud, and getting into all sorts of trouble. I'm your typical good ole country boy. I moved out my parent's house as soon as that diploma hit my hand. I share a trailer with my girl now. She's always ragging on me to do better. I work hard enough at my eight to five down...
He didn't even let me close the door. As soon as I'd entered the room, he was there pushing me against ugly wallpaper. A large, warm hand grabbed my chin, tilting my face upwards as its partner cupped the nape of my neck. A line of fire burned down my spine as his right hand slid until he clutched my ass and lifted me. I wasn't even given a second to recover...
College was great! High school sucked. And Sam was glad to leave it behind. He had been an awkward boy in high school. Short and skinny - only five-six and a hundred ten pounds - and pimply-faced, he had never been able to attract the hot girls that the jocks were able to get. But things began to change when he hit his eighteenth birthday shortly after gradu...
NOTE: This is my first submission for Literotica. I dedicate this story for Ken Nitsua who kindly edited the draft before I submitted it here. God bless you, charming man. I'm a fan of your stories. Comments are welcomed. I hope you guys enjoy the story. I followed the fine-looking man the night he went home from his office. He was finishing som...
© 2014 by R. Keith Peck He lights up the joint he'd been fingering the moment he steps off the bus, even before the other riders dispersed Looks of horror are fired his way. Doesn't he know where this is? This isn't Denver. This isn't the inner city. This is suburbia. We're normal! A mother with a Greenpeace handbag clutched her fifth-grader's shoulder and...
He was fit and tight. Infantry, I thought. It was 1955. Miz Connie's was a boarding house. Detroit. Autoworkers, most of us. He came in a cab. From the railway station. "Just this suitcase. Gotta room?" She put him in a room off the foyer. Private. Most of us stay in the what we call the barracks bunks twelve men loud and public. He paid his money. P...