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Spark & Stone - Ch. 01

by laurasfox on Jun 3, 2019
Gay Male

Chapter One - Family-Friendly "Face it, Heathcliff. It's a good deal," the man hurried to place the open folder under his nose and then began patting his forehead with a pristine white handkerchief. The guy was probably holding that close just because he sweated profusely regardless of weather and the conditioned air blasted through the hidden ceiling fan...

Spark & Stone - Ch. 25

by laurasfox on Mar 16, 2020
Gay Male

Chapter Twenty-Five - High Five! His agent wiped his forehead with a pristine white handkerchief and, with studied gestures, folded it and put it back into his pocket as if he was trying to buy more time. Heathcliff tapped the desk with his fingers, knowing well that the small rhythmic sound was getting on Harry's nerves. "Why now, Heathcliff?" Harry asked...

The Hanky Code Pt. 03

by His_fag_wife on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

The agreement pt 2 "Don't worry though, it won't be going out on the net to be freely accessed by just anyone," the Master's assurance came as a wave of relief. I almost felt bashful as he seemingly suppressed a laugh knowing that he'd had me going for a few seconds. "This will just be films for a hand-selected few special clients with highly developed...

Nine Inches of Trouble in Lake City

by Louis4th on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

Note: Based on an actual experience, but somewhat embellished by author. * It was dark in the theater, and as I watched the sexy action on the screen, my 18-year-old, country-raised dick got hard as a rock. I was sitting, as alone as I could get, in an XXX-rated theater in the mysterious big city - in town for a day while my parents thought I had driven to...

F5: Cooking It Up

by sabb on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

(Author's note: This story is an entry into FAWC (Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge), a collaborative competition among Lit authors. FAWC is not an official contest sponsored by Literotica, and there are no prizes given to the winner. Every story for this FAWC begins with the exact same line. Where it goes from there is up to the author.) * * * * "Upon...

The Commander

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

"Ahhh, that were very nice," I said with a deep, satisfied sigh, as I spilled my seed down Des's chin. We were in the boathouse on the lower lake, here because Des had wanted me to fuck him. But now we'd have to sit and talk for a bit, listening to the racing shells grind against the dock outside in the bit of a squall that had come up over Sandhurst. It wou...

My Asian Master: Tested Twice

by Bootlick on Aug 30, 2017
Gay Male

Master was not ready to take me as his slave. He subjected me to two tests. The first was my ability to obey. I knelt. He handed me a black jockstrap, a white handkerchief and a blue cloth napkin. All three were stiff with semen stains. I learned that these items were prepared from the Master's cum by his previous sub. My orders, for the next three days, wer...

Assassin's Path Ch. 03

by MaximumAwe on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Sorry in advance for the lack of sex scenes, more to cum. ***** I was woken up by a loud banging on my chamber door. I stood up and unlocked the door for the servant who was apparently charged with my care. "Good morning mi'lord," the woman said to me, "is there anything I can get for you?" I nodded my head as I stood up and stretched. I tried to ignor...

Of The Deepest Dye

by Victoria Veiss on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

"Did anyone follow us here?" Peter looked over his shoulder, face sweating. "No." The lobby door closed behind them, shutting out the steamy air from the parking lot. "Thank goodness for air conditioning." Peter mopped his face with a handkerchief he took from the breast pocket of his rumpled suit. The beaded moisture soaked into the cloth and left only a...

A Weekend of Servitude

by HerLittlePiggy on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

Thank you Susurrus for the help editing this monster. ***** Richard Michael Quail, Rich to his family and friends, Mr. Quail to his associates and adversaries, sat quietly at the round high top table beside his sexy, buxom wife and sipped on a fine 18 year old single malt scotch. They were both well dressed: she in an expensive blue designer dress which d...