So he bends over to pick up the bottle opener, his jeans so far down you can see his arse inside his boxers, and I say, "Fuckin' 'ell, Tyler! Are you deliberately flashin' me an eyeful o' wank-fodder!" He turned to grin at me, still bending over, and reached round to the back his boxers to yank them down a bit and show off his chubby white cheeks. He made a...
[At the request of R.P.] Rocko stood aside, stripping his hands of the rubber gloves, and watched as Howard Holt released the young, slender black man from the chains that had had him suspended from the ceiling. He gingerly lifted the college student, Ray Taylor, and lowered him onto a nearby cot before he could sink fully to the stone floor in the playroom...
Author's note: While the events described in this story are true, names have been changed to keep the identity of these persons anonymous. * I grew up in the Midwest in the 1970s—progressive times and repressive times all at once. We lived in the country in a Michigan town called Davisburg, so "getting around" just didn't happen—there was no place TO get a...
This tale of Pauletta the beautiful drag queen, and his friends and sex partners is an entry in the Literotica Nude Day Writing Contest. After reading this story, please vote whatever you think it deserves. Comments are also appreciated. * On July 8, Pauletta approached the entrance to The Purple Knight, his favorite bar in the Castro District of San Fran...
Note: It's not supposed to be Kaiden from Mass Effect. I just liked the name. * "Well, we finally have your assignment, Kaiden," said Aliza. I tried not to betray my excitement. "Where will I be going?" "Drumroll, please....you're headed for Sydney!" I was surprised and thrilled. Sydney! Never had I, an LA boy and an orphan to boot, dreamt I'd get a...
This is as true a story as my memory will allow. It's been quite a few years....15 or so, come to think of it. However, all of the actions are burned into my memory, and what I write of is what truly happened. The dialog, not so much. I remember the gist of what was said but, except for a few specific parts, not exactly what words were spoken. So, I'll ask y...
I lay, panting, on the sandbar amidst a sea of similarly wet and miserable, yet grateful still to be breathing, passengers and crew members and watched the pride of the Dutch nation, the greatest ship ever afloat up to the first quarter of the seventieth century, list over and go onto its side on the sand bar. At high tide it surely would slip under the wave...
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Part Eleven: By mid-April Roy and I were in Cordele, Georgia, working our way up I75 on our way to Tennessee. Roy got us through the advance work for the stand there in time to have a day off. He knew of a swimming hole outside of town he said would be ideal for a skinny dip. It was our first since the one that preceded him inviting me into his bed. That s...
It was nearly two weeks since my overnight with Bart. The episode was very much on my mind when I awoke at six thirty that morning with a hard-on as stubborn as any I'd had back in my twenties. I lay in bed for most of an hour patiently waiting for it to go down. Eventually giving up, I decided it was time for some coffee. It was unrepentant, lewdly bobbin...