I hope you like my new story. Just so you know I haven't given up on my other stories but I needed something to ease me back into writing. ***** Athilica's cry resounded through the villa, loud and piercing in the quiet of the early dawn. Aodhan sat bolt upright in bed, his heart pounding painfully in his chest as his eyes searched frantically in the dark....
The cable guy was due any minute. I'd been without Internet for days since a big storm blew through town; electricity had returned but not the Net, and as a mature gay man who loved his porn, it was maddening. I called up some gay wrestling stories I had saved, really smoking hot stuff about older men being dominated in various holds by young, smooth-skinne...
I gave up smoking ten years ago, for the second time, after keeping off it for 6[six] years from the previous time. And it was worse than hard that second time, and I know I couldn't do it again. Even now my brain still starts craving tobacco whenever I smell the sweet aroma of fresh tobacco, fresh cigarettes. Even the fresh smoke exhaled across a table, mor...
Chapter 6 -- The Highland Festival -- Misbehaving ***Hello Readers Quick note, my stories tend to progress a bit slower, if you're looking for quick paced sex scenes try another story. This story contains nonconsensual sexual acts. Also, some past people nitpick about small consistency details in my stories. I'm not writing a classic novel, I'm not goi...
I was sitting at the bar of the 5101 Club, talking to my buddy Ernie, the bartender. It was around 9:00 PM, early for a gay bar, and the place was almost empty. Just a few regulars. It wouldn't really get going for another two hours. The door opened and a man walked in, stopped just inside the door, and looked around. He was in his late 30s, with thick b...
The moon was sleeping, the night alone to spread its darkness over the landscape. Landscape was a sort of glorified term in this case, if I'm honest. At least it was dark. Helps to cover the ugly I suppose. On one side of the road, there was a near never ending stream of pine trees, swaying slightly with the cold winter's wind. The other side was a mixture...
I don't think Cupid has any forethought or planned technique as to his love matching. Impishly he flies over a gathering of people, loads multiple arrows into his tiny bow, draws back and aiming high lets them fly. Then giggling mischievously, he watches as the little arrows of love rain down randomly on the prospective lovers... Our eyes met for the briefe...
8=> 8=> 8=> 8=> 8=> "My lovely assistant, Joy, will now demonstrate that the cabinet does not contain any hidden devices." The light from the overhead spotlights glittered in the light-blue sequins covering the short blond's torso, arms and legs; only his head, hands, crotch, the bottoms of his feet and the inner curve of his ass-cheeks weren't covered in...
I should never have been flip when Vincent asked me about that photo of Phil and me I kept on the shelf in my cubicle at work. I didn't really want to talk about Phil. We'd been roommates at the university. He'd been the star athlete and I'd been the quiet, studious geek. Still, we'd gotten along real well. Night and day we were called at school. But I'd had...
[This completed series will run in five chapters and will complete posting at Literotica by the end of the third week.] ***** January, 1924, the Baron's Austrian Mountain Chalet The snow had started to fall fast and furiously when Lady Elizabeth and her son, Paul Winslow, descended from the first-class compartment. Their journey on the rail trunk line fro...