After the first sexual experience Jimmy and Mr. Michaels had a long time passed. Mr. Michaels acted as if nothing had happened. This left Jimmy confused and oddly enough, a bit hurt. Their first time was not all that exciting and Jimmy was left feeling used. But, when his prepaid stay at the hotel ran out, Mr. Michaels ordered Jimmy to move into his penthous...
I met him at a cocktail party in Baton Rouge. The celebrated southern author of those heavily nuanced gothic novels of lust, decadence, old family decay, and the hint of the occult and vampires. I'd never been able to finish one of his novels; they were much too dense and overrich in description for me. But Philippe Controu himself I found to be a surprise....
Family dinners at the MacIntoshes had been a highlight of my week. Having their unwavering support throughout our relationship had been a gift to Breeze and me, a buffer against the usual pressures of living an out life. Sunday dinner had always been a safe space, and that didn't change when my father joined the party. Granted, spending time with us at the h...
This story is a very over the top work of fantasy, and it contains extreme humiliation, ws, unsafe sex practices. Please don't read if it's not your cup of tea. ***** The next few days I struggled to return to normalcy. I tried to focus on work. Went to the gym. I got a new phone, ordered a new credit card. But it was impossible to not think about what Mel...
Millstone - ONE - (Hanging the Chimney Hook) All Rights Reserved © 2020, Rick Heathen This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental...
Thank you all for your comments and critiques on this story. You've helped me bring each chapter into the light. I look forward to reading your thoughts. This chapter has been too long in my mind. ***** Crucible Five Months Later "I think he's dead." The sound came from far away, mater of fact at the base with anxiety tucked in at the edges. The voice l...
I looked at the time and said, "DAMN", and felt a slight panic. I hurriedly pulled on my gym shorts and shoes and dashed out the front door. How did it get so late? I wondered. One minute I'm reading gay stories on 'Literotica' and suddenly it is two-hours later! I walked quickly to 'Boner Park'. That wasn't the parks real name, I forget now what it is ca...
It was fall and I was starting my freshmen year in college, which was three hours from home and absolutely no one from my hometown was at the university. I thought that was the best part of the university but after my first day of orientation I started to think I made a big mistake going to a school where I didn't know anyone. After going to a few mixers thr...
CINDERELLO THE GULF COAST SHRIMP Bibbidy-Bobbidy-Blowjob For curious.bibottom * I got a simple question. You ready? I mean, where does it say the little guys always got to lose? That don't make no sense. Okay, take my case. I live on the Gulf Coast, meaning Nature somehow don't seem on our side. If ya'll live in the Gulf, you know what I'm saying. Than...
Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === "The Sambia people are a tribe of mountain-dwelling people whose society is well-known by cultural anthropologists for its ritualised acts of male homosexuality. Among their more widely-recounted practices are semen ingestion and oral-anal contact, especially between males of inter-generati...