At eighteen I was the oldest boy in my boarding school. I suppose I was expected to set an example to the other boys which is why all the teachers were disappointed when I was found to be blind drunk one weekend. There were only two weeks to go until I left school for good; my exams were over and I hadn't a care in the world. However Mr. Bevan, my house mas...
After I returned from Buffalo, Ron and Gary wanted to hear every detail of the trip not about my dealing with the estate. They wanted to hear every detail of every cock I'd taken up my ass and down my throat while there. The telling turned them on so it required frequent fuck breaks in the story so they could take turns plowing my ass or fucking my throat....
My standard warning - over-the-top, far-fetched, excessive smut. Contains lots of humiliation, non-consent and blackmail elements. Read at your peril and enjoy! Thanks for all the kind words and encouragement from readers who enjoy my stories, and special thanks to Literotica legend donaldelliott11 who very kindly proofread and helped edit this. - After b...
Please read my previous chapters for context. Thanks! * * * * * It was my last night in Buffalo. I had disposed of my deceased cousin's estate and would be flying home to Ron and Gary the next morning. I had spoken to them several times on the phone and the arrangement with Ravi as my cum dump surrogate had worked out excellently. Ron had even held the p...
The Massage ad in the paper said only that it provided a relaxation massage for men. I called about the price and was informed that a forty five, minute massage cost $40. Making an appointment for that evening, I journeyed to the address with some trepidation. I had never had a massage from a man before and wasn't sure what to expect. I was met at the door...
© 2014 by R. Keith Peck He lights up the joint he'd been fingering the moment he steps off the bus, even before the other riders dispersed Looks of horror are fired his way. Doesn't he know where this is? This isn't Denver. This isn't the inner city. This is suburbia. We're normal! A mother with a Greenpeace handbag clutched her fifth-grader's shoulder and...
Our wives have gone to the movies. They always do on Thursdays. It's become a bit predictable. We - that is, you and I - sometimes go out to a bar in the city and watch Georgina, a beautiful drag artist, very sexy. But tonight we decide to stay in. We have a couple of beers and soon get bored. Until we start talking about sex, which is pretty good fun and so...
The following is a true story as told to me by a friend. Back in the late Fifties, I was the captain of a US Navy vessel, a big man o' war (that shall remain nameless). Three heavy gun turrets, a couple dozen torpedoes, several million dollars' worth of seagoing steel, and several hundred men were my command, but as the CO, I was enjoying my last cruise. I...
A few months had passed since my birthday gang bang. Paul had stayed with us for a week afterwards, both Billy and I taking turns to ride his hard cock and fuck his ass all week. He was a horny fucker that was for sure - he could get hard in an instant, fuck for ages, cum and still be fucking hard and horny. He fucked like a machine - banging deep and fast i...
Roland frequented his local sex shop whenever he was feeling desperate for having his cock socked. That was every Friday night. Sometimes more during the week if he was feeling particularly stressed. The normal routine was to go there as it got darker. He kidded himself that he was able to hide from any passers-by, as no one would take notice of him as he en...