This is the fourth installment in my "Cock Club" series. This is gay erotic fiction, and simply a work of my own horny imagination. Many thanks to my intrepid editor, William Burroughs. William, I couldn't do it without you. I love hearing from my readers, so please leave a comment. ***** Text Message, "In the black SUV outside terminal." I was being pick...
Son of a witch PT. 9 All characters depicted here are 18+ ***If you like my stories please consider leaving a comment or rating. Any constructive feedback is always appreciated so I can improve my writing. Thanks to JackBellend41 for help with the editing :-)*** Barley and Elliot were silent as they cycled through the town. Elliot steered as Barley hel...
Sometimes I wonder what the rest of my life might have been like if a road crew hadn't been tearing up a Central City street on that morning in June several years ago. Because of the project, I was detoured around a block of a residential subdivision I hadn't been in for many years. That's when I saw the intersection of Mayflower Street with Pilgrim Road. M...
Avery and Rick arrived back at the apartment around ten that night. They were both pretty tired, but also excited. Their first date had gone perfectly, even despite Avery being nervous in the beginning. They decided to go to TJ's steak house and buffet. It was a favorite of Avery's but a place that he rarely had the chance to go to. It wasn't overly expensiv...
I stare at the wall, listening to the beat of my heart count off seconds, concentrating on keeping my breath slow and steady. I'm not twelve anymore. I'm twenty-six. I'm a successful accountant. I shouldn't be this freaked out. I close my eyes again. Take a few deep breaths. Open them. The fresh paint of the wall stares back at me. Polished plastic tiles o...
Prologue I didn't know him. I think that's what stuck out to me the most, more than the mane of dark hair that fell around his shoulders, more than the tall boots, or the careworn jacket of black leather, or the chains that criss-crossed its lapel. These things certainly stood out to most people who passed him, surely, so prominent against the muted backgr...
If you are under 18 years of age, this is not for you. If you are offended by male/male relationships, then do not read this work. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This is a copyrighted work of fiction. All right reserved. This is my first submission to Literotica,...
Dominic and I were neighbours and boyhood friends. We'd known each other most of our lives, we'd gone through school together, stayed over in each other's houses, even gone camping together along with our families and done pretty much everything else that two boys growing up are likely to do. Then one day as we were taking a shortcut home from the sports clu...
I had that dream again. The one where I'm being chased down and ripped apart by wild animals. I knew where it stemmed from. It doesn't take a genius to figure out why a street kid would develop a reoccurring nightmare like that. It was bothering me because I hadn't had the dream in a long time and now it was back. It was back when I was in the safest place t...
Lost in the inky black abyss of slumber, William Kikiwawason's huge red-chocolate body, wide shoulders, wide chest, and big arms are all balled up under the silk white sheets. He was dreaming. Asleep. But still, consciously aware. He KNEW he was sleep, he KNEW he was dreaming. But he also KNEW there was giggling. And he was trying to decipher if it was just...