Kevin stared at Brad. "A genie? How would that help? They only have 'magic' because of internal story logic." "But doesn't almost every genie story on Literotica have a scene where the genie gives the dude a big dick? Why couldn't a genie just give us dicks?" Brad asked while pulling up his pants. He no longer wanted to look at the flat surface of his crotc...
Jamie peered over the lip of his cup, the sweet taste of the mocha frappe still clinging to his own lips, as he scanned the sprinkling of customers that were scattered about in the small cafe. A boring pair reading their papers and magazines. Two others ensnared in a heated embrace. Another writing busily. All bored him. But there was one man, hunkered over...
NOW PUBLIC! Feel free to contribute. It's going to be awhile before I come back to this. Author's Note: First person narration represents your cock, the true main character of this tale. (Italicized font.) Second person narration represents the human perspective of the person belonging to this cock. What causes your cock to grow into sentience is unnamed...
We proudly present the third and final part of the first in a series of unjustly neglected underground classics of erotica, revived and reinterpreted for your entertainment and pleasure by Tristan Trotsky, a noted dilettante of decadent literature. --- 0 --- But meanwhile, the reader might well enquire, what of Swift Nick, what has happened to the Dandy H...
* Jing had tears in his eyes and his face was twisted with pain. I brushed his white hair back and pulled his shirt over his extended belly. He was swollen, and it wasn't just because he was pregnant. Something was wrong. "How do you know?" I pulled the ultra-sound machine over and started to prep Jing for the test. Jing struggled with a chuckle, "I jus...
The time is 8.45 on Saturday night. I've just downloaded an app on my smartphone and created a profile. "Shy bi guy looking for meets." I upload a photo. I'm bare-chested, in jeans. No face. Guys seem to flock to my hairy chest though. Almost instantly, I'm getting messages. Some of them are from guys that are bottoms as well. A few are pleasant enough...
Note: This story starts where "my girlfriend turned me gay" ended. These stories are for entertainment purposes. I am not making a statement or soliciting debates about consent. Not to wax philosophical but how many of us are really free to make choices. As hard as it is to understand for some, many straight men do fantasize about being taken anally – usuall...
Author's Notes I have read the criticisms of the Leather Sir series and I wanted to answer them first, then write a little more of the series. It will be a 10 part series. The first criticism is that I don't really describe much of the attributes of our two characters, or their regular clothes they're wearing and I've done this on purpose. My stories her...
"Look, honey," proclaimed Kamron as he held a mirror in front of his client. "I like it," she declared with a smile. "How much," she asked. "Fifty-five," the five-foot-nine-inch big booty effeminate hairdresser replied. "Alright," she said digging through her purse. "Oh damn. I left my billfold in my other purse. Do you mind if I get Tavares to drop it of...
A requested story by a reader. He wanted a father/son story after reading one of my mother/daughter ones. So here it is, enjoy. And for those who insist on throwing bad comments my way, do us both a favor and don't waste your time or mine. I will ignore them and delete them. Everyone in this story is over eighteen even though it is not stated in the stor...