I went to college at a medium sized university in Southern California. My junior year, I lived in a nice little one bedroom studio apartment off campus. My building was one of about ten two-story apartment buildings scattered around a nicely landscaped complex. My apartment was on the second floor of my building. Out my front windows, I had a nice view of a...
Harry had never had a massage. How could he even consider putting some poor masseur through the torture of massaging his fat body? A guy he chatted with online assured him, "They are professionals; they work with all body types. Your fears are irrational. Just book it and let it happen. You'll be glad you did." His back was killing him. He had put on a bit...
It had been almost two months since I moved here to start university. So far I hadn't had much luck finding new friends and yet again I found myself strolling down-town to pass the time. Once I reached the end of the shopping street, I continued into the huge upscale department store towering over the city centre. I took the escalators up to the menswear de...
First of all, Nathan King ruined my life. Let's start with that. I was in business school, like the good little WASP that I was. I was going to be...I don't even know. I was going to wear the good suits, though, send my interns out for my coffee and send them scattering with a look if they got my order wrong (venti non-fat iced chai tea latte, they'd murmu...
Author's Note: There are no female characters in this story – it’s my fantasy, I can have an all-male world if I want ;-) All the characters are 18 years of age or older. Y Halvin ground his swollen 9.5 inch studcock up into the whore-boy seated in his lap, his lust-burning eyes fastened on his son, who fucking another whore in the middle of the room. The...
Thank you for your patience and for continuing to read the tale of Scott and Connor. You may want to re-read Chapters 5 and 6 to pick up the thread of the story. ***** Chapter Seven: Scott: "So, what about it, will you come for the holidays?" I looked up from my papers and turned around in my desk chair as I asked the question. Connor was stretched ou...
I always hated stereotypes. At least, that was my excuse for resenting anyone who assumed I was gay. A guy can be fabulous and into clothes and still be attracted to the opposite sex. And I have been attracted to girls as far back as I can remember--that's no bullshit. Girls love a guy they can go shopping with. "Metrosexual" was what they called me, and I w...
Please note: Although no incestuous contact occurs in this story, it does contain incestuous themes. ***** Cole and I had been living together for about 6 months. After that first weekend fuckathon we hadn't spent a night apart. I had moved into his place and we considered ourselves an established couple. I'd told my folks about him during our weekly phone...
This is the first story that I have written in the first person narrative for Literotica. And that is because this is the first story that is absolutely true and without embellishment, as it comes directly out of my own sex life. Besides the names, nothing, and I do mean absolutely nothing else has been changed. I obtained permission from all parties inv...
*Normally I get the idea for one of my stories from a show, a movie, a book, or a game. The Bottom Tier series was influenced by 'The Windup Girl', Alone at the End of the World was influenced by 'The Walking Dead'. Slave Boy=Skyrim, Eyes Like Winona=Twist, etc. This is the first time however, that I got a story idea from a session of D&D. This is a one-sho...