AUTHOR'S NOTE: This one's for you, NH. ***** As it got later that Saturday afternoon Brad tried to sit and relax for a few minutes before the party, but he was too nervous. He jumped up and checked the refrigerator for the umpteenth time-okay, there was plenty of beer and soda. The bowls on the dining room table and in the living room were filled with chip...
Every year since I was a kid, my Mom packed me two weeks worth of clean underwear and sent me down south to spend the summer with my cousin, Neil McCallahan. He lived in a bright yellow trailer elevated by four cinder blocks, with a trashbag stretched taut behind a broken window and a chipped bird bath on the front lawn. My own place back in the city was ten...
It was naturally hot and humid in New Orleans as you drove back to town from college with the windows down without a shirt on exposing your body for those who happen to look your way. It was nearly five in the evening, and you silently curse yourself as you regret not taking your car to the shop to get your A/C fixed. Now you have to suffer through his heat...
So, I've done it again. I've sucked cock for the third time... I don't know why I do it, because I always feel awful afterwards. It's the guilt of it all; cheating on my girlfriend, casual sex (with a guy, no less), and who knows what else. But when that feeling comes along, I want it bad and will do what it takes to get it and love it while I'm doing it....
Oh God, I thought. I can't believe this is actually happening. I stood in a small hotel-style room with twenty other guys. Behind us, the cameraman prepared for the shoot, but unlike what most people would've thought, we weren't shooting an informercial. No. We were shooting a porno—a gangbang porno at that. "Listen up," the director said, stepping forward...
I'm not a writer. This is my first story. It is totally true. Forgive my poor writing style. ***** My name is David and I'm a closet faggot. I'm 32 years old, work a boring office job and live alone. In high school and college I had a few girlfriends. They would blow me on occasion and let me fuck them, but even then I knew I wasn't enough of a man to sat...
Work was no longer any type of escape from my torment. Before I had started taking cocksucking lessons from Mike, I was able to have some semblance of a normal life while I was at work. That was gone now. Mike was there, and the mere sight of him reminded me of my situation. I had some normalcy when I was driving or doing the grocery shopping, but that wasn'...
A year had passed since I had met the man of my dreams. He was old enough to be my father, had never told me his real name, and regularly called me a filthy whore. It was the perfect arrangement. I was taking classes at a community college far enough away from home that it made sense for me to have somewhere to stay while I went there. My parents thought I w...
[Most authors love feedback. Please let me know how I did.] This is the third story in this series. You will want to have read the other two. https://www.literotica.com/s/you-go-first-01-jake-said https://www.literotica.com/s/you-go-first-02-john-said + + + + + + + + Jake phoned me Tuesday morning and told me to come visit him that afternoon. His paren...
If sex can break friendship, love can heal it. After that fateful night at the cabin, things changed rapidly among me and my friends. Darryl had not spoken a word to any of us, but me and the others had grown closer than normal male friends would ever get. It was only a week later when I found myself on the dirty carpet floor of Franz' house again, again su...