It was late and raining. The forecast had the rain tapering off and cooling later that night, but for now it was still raining hard. I had just gotten home from my job, closing up the piercing parlor for the night. It wasn't too busy, it never was when it was raining. I drummed my chipped black nail polished fingernails on the outside of the fridge. I had th...
The nervous young man sat in the corner of his dark cell, waiting to die. His hands trembled as he tried to clasp them in prayer, his full lips quivering as he choked back the tears. He didn't want to die. He was only twenty. His whole life should have been ahead of him. And yet, in a few short hours when the sun rose, he would leave his cell and meet his ex...
Chapter 2 - Sexual Awakening I woke up a few hours later, needing to pee quite badly. Henry had covered us in some covers and was lying on his back further away from me than when I had fallen asleep. Clearly he had gotten up while I was out. I got out of the bed and tiptoed into the hallway and towards the bathroom. I didn't know which room the bathroom was...
Matt didn't return to Ravensworth until the next morning. Judge Atherton had asked him to spend at least the night after Matt had demurred on a more permanent residency. "I'll pay you $500 to sleep in my bed tonight and receive my cock," Atherton had said. "I think that would be an insult to your prowess," Matt answered. "If you want me under you tonight,...
*note: I suggest reading chapter 1 first* *** John's eyes slowly opened. He had been dreaming. Like every night for the past week, it was the same dream - the recollection of when Henry took his anal virginity. And just like every other night, he was sporting an erection so hard it was almost painful. And also just like every other night, the first thing h...
Harvesting the Seed Julie broke up with me two weeks before summer break and I did not take it well. We had been spending most of our time together with Henry and Julie's friend Pam. Threesomes with Henry or Pam were commonplace and foursomes with both of them were not uncommon. Henry had become comfortable with his sexuality and he seemed to be transitioni...
Stuart leaned up against a door as the train rattled across the snow-muffled town. He was in the throes of a horny hangover and unable to stem a steady procession of erotic images across his mind's eye. He looked across at the half dozen passengers in the carriage. Two were attractive -- a middle aged woman, blonde with delicate features, sharp cheekbones,...
The sound of the pianist playing a piece written by Chopin echoed through the auditorium. It was a simple piece and typically reserved for those with less skill, but Henry Shale was known for taking the simple and making it sound extraordinary. The orchestra did its part in accompanying him and if it hadn't been for the soft touch of a stranger's hand, Mikal...
I was back on my knees, cleaning up cum from the floor with a paper towel and my mind had just started to wander back to the blowjob I'd just given. On the one hand, it had been a random Grindr hookup and I hadn't shared so much as a word with David. On the other hand, I'd really, really enjoyed sucking my first cock. Still, I couldn't quite shake the feelin...
This story is a collaboration with my editor William Burroughs (Literotica name). William and I thought it would be fun to write a story via email. William wrote the part of Paul, and I wrote Henry. Hope you enjoy, and always we would love your comments. "Art Center" is a work of fiction, and unfortunately is not autobiographical. ***** Paul: Seduction i...