This is the second part of my first story to be submitted, I welcome any suggestions, comments, feedback, etc. on story, format, or anything else. If anyone would like me to go on please say so. I wasn't sure whether to place this story under Gay Male or BDSM or maybe another category ------------------------------------- I will assume that you have read t...
Chapter 1: Tabula Rasa Shock works that way. A person runs on automatic. I read that once. Like an old movie projection camera rolling in slow motion. Click, click, click. The film sticks. Celluloid melts. My fate-- part of the mangled frames. I never believed in fate until now. "Wes, you make your fate," my father used to say. Tabula rasa. Blank sla...
ESTABLISHING A ROUTINE The first week for the freshmen was always a challenge. They had to balance class time, training, homework and sex. They were for the most part too tired the first week for nightly sex. In fact, they waited until Saturday to have sex in their dorm rooms. On Sunday they were in the training room for massage foreplay and group sex. Coa...
Matt lay across his bed and stared up at the ceiling. Mitchell had just left after collecting the last of his belongings and he was now all alone. It had been two weeks since Matt had walked in on his boyfriend of two years having sex with Ben, a mutual friend who they'd both gone to university with. Matt thought back to that day when he had let himself into...
Paul learned several things about Andy during their virtual Delfi weekend. Some stuff Andy volunteered: He'd played basketball in college. His first car had been a convertible VW Golf GTI, and he'd once gotten nearly arrested for, as he put it, "drive-by mooning." He spent a lot of time creating play lists that he then never listened to, because afterward...
[This story is mostly fiction, but it's based on a real event in my life. It was such a hot experience that I thought ya'll would like it—and let me tell you, if I could, I'd hook up with these guys again! Be sure to comment/vote] * When I was twenty and still in college, I spent a summer house-sitting for a professor. It was a cheap way to stay in town wh...
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...
"Welcome to Key West, Mr. Jabril. You were quick getting out of the airport. Tuesdays are good days for traveling here." Scotty was standing there on the curb outside the baggage claim area at the Key West air terminal much like last time and the time before that. He was leaning up against a red Jaguar XK-8 convertible and looking oh so preppy: spiky froste...
"I just don't see what the big deal is," Harrison and Hunter said in unison. "The big deal is that you don't seem to have any girlfriends: either one of you. We want GRANDCHILDREN some day! I'd say 'settle down', but you don't even seem to take a casual interest in ANY girls!" their mother declared. "As a matter of fact, neither of you seems to have shown...
Hi all, this story is a little preachy but it works for me. Hope you like it and as always, comment and rate. Also, the Dorothy Parker poem is called Resume and the words that God speaks are not actually the oldest line from the oldest book. You'll understand later on. Thanks!! There were many statues in the park. Statues of governors and mayors from long a...