I was headed to the river for an evening of fishing. My favorite river abuts a golf course and there is a network of service roads and cart paths through the woods between the course and the river. As I walked down one of the roads, I suddenly came upon a golf cart and someone in the woods nearby. As I approached, I heard, "Hey, I know you." It was a guy...
So, I had been invited back to Elwood's place for a third visit. This big, chunky black middle-aged man was finally going to put his big fat cock up my ass. But before that he was going to let me watch as he fucked Jamaal, the young black guy who had cum in my mouth and asked me to cum in his crack. I appreciate such straightforwardness; you know where you s...
If you enjoy this, your vote and comments are much appreciated. I've never really talked about my sex life so this is my first attempt at describing an encounter I recently had. The other day I was enjoying some of the stories in Literotica when I came across one that sounded amazingly familiar! As I realized half way through it, here was the lover I had re...
In America it's sometimes difficult to find a suitable roommate. I had to stay with a Chinese (called Chinky hereafter) and a real big muscled Black guy (Blackie hereafter). As far as my routine goes it is really grueling. I go out of home around 8 in the morning and come back 9 at night. After the whole day's exhaustion, I feel pretty much sleepy and hit my...
First I must apologise to any gay men reading this who like their stories with a romantic element. That is not what I am looking for with a man. I am a part-time bisexual. I can go months without thinking about gay sex, but then the urge comes back. The urge to be fucked, that is. The urge to suck a cock and see spunk fly from it. The urge to get naked with...
My name is Aaron O'Shea. A short, skinny and red-haired young man of Irish descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I recently moved there from the town of Boston, in the state of Massachusetts. So far, I don't like the Confederation of Canada. Where I grew up, racial diversity in schools, neighbourhoods and the workplace was a mainstay. Canada is full...
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Day One: Water. A rush of water, the effervescent surge in my ears, the aquatic blur in my eyes. The world dissolving into liquidity. Kick out lazily, squirm and shimmer through its perfect targets of expanding ripples. My head explodes the pool surface. Slow-motion shaking liquid-sting from my eyes. He sits in his poolside chair, pecking at his laptop. Engr...
It had been a few days since he had his wonderful way with me. I kept dreaming about the experience and the dream always ended before I wanted it too. In the dream, I would cum, he would unzip his pants, and then I would wake up. I would go to the shower and jerk myself off every morning, reliving that night in my head as I did. Then, around mid-day, I would...
For the next several weeks I continued to meet Roger at the bus station three days a week, which keeps me warm and well fed. My morning meetings with the older guys in the shower continued on a daily basis. Most of the time, it was just me and the two of them. I would suck one, while the other fucked me. However, one day the young man I saw on the first d...