The pickup basketball game at the dorm ran late and I had to get out to the polo field lickety-split or I'd miss the start of practice. So, I stripped off my T and used it to dry off my chest and pits, tossed it in the backseat of the trusty vintage T-Bird convertible, and roared off toward the mountains, toward the practice field at the Moss Grove winery in...
"God Dammit, what does the Ruskie want now?" Mission Control's eyes were blazing. He knew the communications officer was in his office again because of the Russian cosmonaut. Nearly all visits by the commo officer was because of the Russian cosmonaut. "He says he can't check and repair the space shuttle, General Bendix, Sir." The commo officer was standing...
Author's note: After a near-fatal hard-drive incident I was backing up some old files when I came across this. Somewhat to my surprise, this was abandoned in a nearly-finished state and then forgotten about. I mostly just had to spruce it up a little and give it an edit. I'm not sure that at this point, eight years (!) later, there's anyone looking for a con...
USAF -- The United States Air Force 1984 (New Recruits) part 1 A true story about my adventures while in the United States Air Force: I just came across an old journal that I had stored away years ago. Within this journal, I found some memorable encounters. After reading about some of my youthful days, I figured I'd transfer my journal over to word document...
A black leather gloved hand crawls like a spider up my leg, leaving in it's wake a trail of tingling flesh. It lingers to caress the muscles of my inside thigh before a single leather finger slips between my ass cheeks, stealing softly towards my asshole. A dark figure leans in close, his hot breath scorches my skin as he whispers, "Who owns your ass?" My...
"Bummer," I exclaimed with a pout, as I threw the telephone book half way across the room and collapsed onto the sofa. "What's up?" Nick asked, looking up from his computer where he was checking out the latest Literotica stories. "I've got the service worker itch, and they don't list who the hunky, well-hung plumbers and electricians are in the phone book...
This story involves forced man to man action and gets into humiliation, bondage and discipline. Do not read if this doesn't match your interests. * My name is Steve and just turned 18. I was finally going to have some adventure in my life. This is my first time away from home, a small town in Kansas. I had been accepted at USC in journalism school. I was s...
Pete woke up alone, and the apartment smelled amazing--something delicious was cooking. He tottered unsteadily to his feet and looked down at himself. He was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a furious hard-on. He pulled on a clean pair of boxers, stuffing himself awkwardly into the fabric tent before trudging to the kitchen. Dean was standing at the stove n...
*Surprise, Bitch. All characters are 18+* ***** "What would you like?" He was standing in the center of his spacious kitchen, with its slick granite counters and shiny chrome finishing. The sleeves of his green sweater were rolled up halfway to his elbows, showing toned forearms and lines of scars as neat as cross-ties on a railroad track. His hands wer...
*Whelp. This makes things awkward. A wonderful thing happened to me, starting three days ago. Ladies and gentlemen and readers of indiscriminate or expanding gender... I... am on a JAG. Writer's block is as common and frustrating as fender-benders, taxes, common colds, headaches, insomnia, period cramps, and many many other things. But ladies, gents, et...