Dean smiled as he dropped Blaine into the back seat of his rusted brown truck, there was a hole the size of his head in the rear door and as he slammed it closed more metal fell off onto the floor. His cock ached as he thought of all the things him and Blaine were going to do before the week was finished. That's even if he wakes up, a small voice in the back...
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Author's Note - This chapter is a direct continuation of New Life Ch. 05. If you haven't read it, please go back and give it a quick read. If you're all caught up, have at it. Thanks for reading, voting, and comment. ***** The sound of lawnmowers woke me the next morning, still fully dressed. My shoes were off, and nowhere to be seen. A blanket had been pl...
*The following account is based on a true story* *** "How about this? I'll make you a deal..." Oh great, Tyler's "deals" were usually nonsensical scenarios where both sides of the deal completely benefited himself. "If you let me have the good bedroom, I'll let you touch my dick." What? Holy shit, where did that come from? He really was drunk. Okay, I h...
'No , no, no,' I thought frantically 'Not today, not today of all days'. He was here, my french vanilla dream man. In all his gorgeous glory, he was here. And I was a mess, a literal hot mess. It was the hottest day of summer so far and the air conditioner had blown ten minutes after I arrived to start my shift at the coffee shop I co-owned with my best frie...
My gratitude and a heartfelt "Thanks" to Bhart1, for his constant encouragement and editing my first voyage. Chapter 1 "You have 10 minutes to pack your stuff. If you choose to be gay then you are no son of mine and will be forever banished from this house!" Those words from my father replayed over and over in my head as I walked down the road with no se...
[Note: In the world of espionage a "velvet interrogation" is one in which the subject doesn't know it's an interrogation at all.] Chapter One: Chet "I think the camps possibly seemed worse than they really were because I was in a cushy environment one day and then in the camps and then back to a cushy environment. I suppose for those in the camps it wasn't...
Chad's Point of View He was filling in for another police officer which had called in sick. I went through the security check and just about tripped when I noticed him. I don't know how his uniform didn't rip, it wasn't that he was fat, oh God, he wasn't. He was built. His biceps were something else, I'm sure they were bigger than my thighs. And let's talk...
An Imaginary Homoerotic Tale By Jason Land * FOREWORD This is a sequel to my earlier story: "Gay Sex for Gregory", which was posted on the Literotica website on 09/19/2015 (September 19 2015). Whilst the present story and can be read as stand-alone tale, I would recommend my readers, first to read the earlier story, "Gay Sex for Gregory" as it will make...
In Roman mythology, Janus (or Ianus) was the god of gates, doors, doorways, beginnings and endings. *** Sunset 9:15 PM *** The soft yellow sun touched the black horizon. A solitary bluff of poplars broke the wavering line marking land and sky. Seaborg's Trees marked the traditional party spot. Michael took a sip of coffee and checked reflexively for the te...