"I will not buy boys," Xanthos said with a dismissive wave of his hand, although the gleam in his eyes suggested otherwise. "They are unreliable and too inexperienced, and they break the crockery while playing their childish games." "These are no boys, excellency," the slave master simpered. "These are all past their playing stage and have been trained in s...
My name, which isn't really of any consequence, but it is Martin Reynolds, and I like to think that I am a budding artist. Drawings, sketches and the like, spending a lot of my time in museums copying any statue that takes my fancy. Fancy isn't really the correct word to use for what attracts me the most are those of any young male for with me being gay, I...
Author's note: Sorry to all my readers that this chapter took so long to post. Real life turmoil came into play and I've been occupied mentally and physically. This chapter has some hot sex and part of the mystery begins to become revealed. A few more chapters to go. I look to finish the rest of the story in the next two months. Thanks again for waiting. *...
June, 1974, Da Nang Airbase, Vietnam God, he was big; one of the biggest. Shit, he could fuck. Panting, panting, I grabbed the metal legs of the cot on either side in a death grip, my cheek pressed into the rough woolen blanket, my eyes bugging out and my mouth slack and open in a silent scream, as he drove it harder, deeper inside me. Cruel. Rough. Just wh...
The winters in Ohio can get pretty brutal. I sat at a red light watching the snow fly, my wipers beat a fast tempo in an attempt to keep up with the white stuff. I gazed into the murky twilight hoping that the photographer would still be there. I was late, as usual, and had little time left to get my passport photo taken. With the total fuck-up of the state...
My thanks to Scouries, who gave me the idea and the impetus to write this story for the Literotica Summer Lovin' Contest. * "Pauletta, you're such a twink," his friend, Leonard told the young gay man one Friday night in June while they were standing at the bar in The Purple Knight, their favorite hangout in San Francisco's Castro District. "I know that,...
I first met Kevin in Morrisons supermarket, he was just another till cashier, but it seemed most every time I did my weekly shop I saw him there, happily doing his work. At the time I thought nothing of it that I liked him, I guess because of his cheerful and spirited manner, and so every time I shopped at Morrisons I mad sure I was on the queue to be check...
I guess you'd say I was a nerd in high school-- neither athletic enough to run with the jocks nor cool enough to belong to the 'in' crowd. My few friends were on the outside of things, too, it seemed. A kid down the street had showed me how to jerk off sometime in the seventh grade, and I escaped to that fantasy world at least once a day after discovering...
My Neighbor Made Me Do It Ch. 8 by: CapnSteelBoy ...down, down, down the spiraling rabbit hole we go.... --------------------------------------------------- Chapter 8 bah bah bah bah! That damn alarm again! Untangling myself from my boyfriend's embrace, I moved my hand and smacked the alarm clock off. Heaving a heavy sigh, I got up from the bed, Jamie c...
"Make yourself at home," I said. "I will see what I can concoct in the kitchen." He followed me, and when I touched the refrigerator handle he circled his arms around me from behind. "This is what I want to concoct," He said, pushing his cock against my ass. I turned in his arms. Our eyes locked in question, then in answer. His powerful arms pulled me tigh...