Disclaimer: I apologize for not even giving this story the time of day in the past several months. First, I have been more than preoccupied with academic endeavors. Second, I now realize I have toppled more than my fair share of authorial stumbling blocks in reentering this fiction. Thank you for bearing with the last update. I hope this satisfies more fully...
All senior year I was in love with Justin Belisario. He was the class president, quarterback of the football team, and one of the best-looking guys in school. Me, I was a nobody--a skinny wimp. I ran cross-country, the refuge for boys who couldn't get on the cool sports teams. It was just my luck that we were in the same gym class. Back then after working...
As Claudia ascended the stairs and crossed a raised area that overlooked the main foyer, my eyes were glued to her long shapely legs encased in her sheer black stockings. As I mentioned after meeting her in the sex shop, she was a tall women about 5'-10". With her high-heeled sling-back shoes on, she rose to over 6' tall and towered over me. Her round perfec...
Lost Bet Part 7: Next Year I was walking on a treadmill as a jiggly ass cycled in front of me. I had a perfect view of every movement and ripple which allowed my thoughts to wander to last year. My string of sexual experiences starting with a bet on a childhood game that I had made up, and culminating in, a bill for a destroyed dressing room, and the strang...
Everyone keeps asking for "more" and "faster" (pun intended). Anyway, just to give everyone an idea of what and when I try to post. When you get 1.5 to 2 pages on Literotica, it equates to 10 to 12 pages of typed text in Word. That's about all I can manage each week. I do stay a couple of chapters ahead, but I only do that to give myself a cushion, in case s...
It had been a week since I had sex with Nicky and I was still amazed that I could be so turned on fucking another guy. Nicky gave great head and I loved fucking his tight bubble butt. I was on my way over to my girlfriend Jackie's apartment as I thought about my encounter with Nicky. I had a hard-on while I was driving and I was looking forward to shoving my...
To describe exactly why my stomach coiled and my heart rate increased when I saw him would be like trying to explain why the earth is round, or why Oranges don't have a more original name, or why, no matter how much gel I use, I can never get my hair to look like that model in the advertisement with the skateboard. You see, this has never happened to me bef...
There was not enough praying I could do, not enough time spent reading the Holy Word that wouldn't get those two out of my head. It wasn't a relationship thing, like they both said. I didn't love them, not like that. At least I thought I didn't. As brothers, sure. In the trenches, on Sundays, Mondays, a few Thursdays, we stood there and demanded nothing b...
Chad sat alone at the end of the bar – as usual – on the early Friday evening. The bar hadn't started getting crowded yet; the crowds started in after 8 and many would be there for a few hours, before moving along to the next bar down the road. It was typical. Boyd's Bar usually started around 8, with the video screens showing all sorts of obscure and unique...
Lazlo wanted a fun weekend, and his wish had been granted. He chose a city on the California coast for nothing other than to find a woman and share the fun behind closed doors. Manhattan Beach, which stood just a few miles south of Los Angeles International Airport (or more commonly known as LAX) became a city that he looked forward to visit the most. And on...