The barber's hands are quick and sure, sending dustings of red hair down the cutting cape tied around Richie's neck. "And there you are, sir," says Tom, twirling his scissors with a flourish. He holds up a little square mirror. "How's the back look?" Richie squirms as Tom spins him in his chair, prickly hair trickling down the back of his shirt. Even the w...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This chapter contains bisexual encounters with a bi-guy and gay guy. It also contains straight sex. BACK TO GORDY On Monday morning, I left Sandy and Gordy sleeping in bed when I went to work. Sandy was flying back to Denver later that day and Gordy would prepare for his interviews that week. I got home from work around 6:00 PM and joined G...
Part 1 - The First Taste Gay Sex My name is Ronald and although I am a married professional with three kids I live a secret hedonistic life. I love my family and would not want to lose them but every so often I must enjoy my carnal biological desires. It all started when I was at university. In my junior year I had a hot girlfriend and was getting good g...
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...
Chapter Three : The First Talk I don't remember the last time I spent so long taking a shower. Usually I'm in and out quickly, but then normally I am showering alone. Jake and I spent so much time in the shower that the skin on our feet was beginning to shrivel up by the time we were done. We didn't really do anything of a sexual nature while in the showe...
***Everyone in this story is fiction and is at least 18 years old or older*** ***** Jason: The following Wednesday I decided to go to Dick's house to do my homework. I really didn't want to be home today, because my parents were being difficult. Unfortunately for me, Dick didn't get out work until 5pm, which gave me 2 hours to myself. After I entered th...
Author's note: This story is also based on a request that I received via e-mail. The person making the request stated that he is French and that he enjoyed the gay life in France before moving to the U.S. He provided the fundamental story line and asked me to embellish it as the story developed. He said that he did attend college and work at a salon in Paris...
*I just want to say that I am SO sorry for the delay on all of my stories. It's been a busy semester and I've just gotten off for Winter Break. Thank you for waiting, and here is the next chapter of Tenderness! All characters are 18+* --------DANIEL-------- I'm not much of a morning person. When I was roused to a very sluggish state of semi-consciou...
After weeks of epic partying and totally failing to budget, constantly handing my debit card over without a care in the world, I wake up horribly hungover again. I reach for my phone, my eyes straining against the bright sunlight pouring into my bedroom, finding a text from my bank announcing that I'd overdrafted my checking account the night before. God dam...
From the outdoor cafe across the street, Malafacha watched in disgust as his henchmen turned a simple jewelry-store stickup into shambles. He saw a woman run from the tony shop only to be caught in the doorway by a burst of submachine gun fire; an almost-straight line of red holes popped across her waistline. Too bad: They ruined a beautiful yellow platilla...