I avoided Ayden the best I could when he came down to the lobby to eat. There was no way I could make small talk, not after I'd watched him masturbate. The more I think about it, the more certain I am that he didn't seen me. I'm not sure if that's good or not. At least if he did know, I would have a reason to switch rooms. As it is, it would just seem like I...
Part 2: The Dream I went back to my dorm room, my thoughts and emotions swimming. It seemed better not to analyze the situation very much. I had done what I had done and there was no use fretting about it. I was so tired that I fell asleep before dinner and slept right through until the early hours of the morning. I awoke from a dream. In it my psychology...
I was once invited to attend this party in a posh club in makati, manila, philippines.yeah, yeah, you'll see all the goodlooking models you could ever see. women were mostly tall, skinny and pretentious while the male models were of course trying hard to sounbd intelligent and straight. believe me...8 out of 10 male models are bI or even gay! I greeted the h...
This is the first story I wrote for Literotica, and after 10,000 reads, its time to edit it a little... so here goes. Please feel free to comment or share your similar experiences. This story is true, as are all my stories so far, drawn from a time when I was one goddam randy kid. I did not, at the time, think that I was much different from anyone else, but...
Part 3: My ass, my mouth, my job No, the guidance counselor didn't fuck me. Though, I would have let him. But, that says more about me than it does about him. What he did do was praise my on stage performance and say I the most enthusiastic "volunteer" so far. He complimented my dick taking abilities and described how my life would be from there on out. Th...
Jarrett sat down at his desk, relieved that the first day of classes had ended. He looked over the left-side, his side, of his dorm room. His bed was neatly made. His books and some food products were carefully spaced on the shelves above. His desk was clear except for his laptop. He had gotten some paper from the floor's resident assistant to cover his bull...
Tay Jay circled the room. Plasma TV, view of the park, Mardi Gras tiles on the kitchen floor, custom made cabinets, large walk in closets in the bedrooms. "This has everything," he said trying not to emphasis his astonishment. "I like it." The penthouse had a large open living room that felt like being inside a menagerie. The private pool reflected blue shar...
By the time I got home, I'd tried to put all thoughts of my sexuality aside. I pretended I wasn't the guy who'd been prowling around the net, and who'd just spent the night in Boystown, and who'd hooked up with a random guy along the way. I forced myself to play the same part I'd been playing for years. I was supposed to be the golden boy, the guy who'd bee...
Part 7: Fraternity Service The morning's activities were once again labeled cryptically, this time as "Fraternity Service". When we got down to the breakfast table, we found that there was no food there. Instead, there was a note that said that pledges were required to service fraternity members before they would have anything to eat. We were to draw a name...
The Apartment Laundry Room I nervously buzzed his apartment. What was I getting myself into? My heart was racing, my hands were clammy, my mouth was dry ... and my dick was starting to stiffen without even touching it. Logic dictated that I back out, but my dick demanded I go through with it. “Yes?” he asked statically through the intercom. I recognized...