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Lake Cascade Ch. 01

by TheCandyManCan13 on Sep 16, 2017
Gay Male

My name is Dave Burnell and I live in Portland, Oregon. This story is about my introduction to the greatest sex of my life. I was 24 and going to Portland State University, studying Engineering. I had a beautiful half-asian girlfriend with big ol' titties named Catherine who I would fuck as often as I could and we often got into some kinky shit. But this sto...

Lake Powell Threesome

by speedodave on Oct 15, 2017
Gay Male

As I said yesterday, Lake Powell was awesome. Kip and I barely wore anything other than just speedos the entire time which is something I don't even get to do here at home in Australia because I have random people dropping by all the time. There were 13 of us one the boat and if you consider Kip and I a couple, it was 6 couples and one single guy (Jason). K...

Lake Cascade Ch. 02

by TheCandyManCan13 on Apr 17, 2018
Gay Male

Hi all, finally the second chapter to this story. Sorry it's taken so long, but my work life has taken over my life and I haven't had many chances to write. I'm working on second chapters for all of my stories, but I often feel the need to write bigger stories for the second chapters, which makes me feel that I have to go back and delete things which are som...

Lakeside Touches

by RedHairedandFriendly on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

James studied his watch, groaned and grabbed the final swigs of black ink that his secretary swore was coffee. He was finished waiting on his six-o'clock appointment. It was now seven-thirty. The last call had said he was fifteen minutes away; that was thirty-minutes ago. He pulled his long, lean arms into the pinstripe jacket and locked up his high-rise off...

Lakeside Lust

by chfmhb on Jun 9, 2020
Gay Male

It was hot. The summer had crept over the pine-covered mountains and begun to slide into our small, lakeside township. A week after the local high school graduation, an annual bliss, prior to the infestation of summer travelers and renters, allowed residents to enjoy their picturesque homeland without the intrusive nuisance. My two best friends and I were d...

Raquette Lake 1969

by JustLikeEwe on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

It had been a summer ritual for us all during high school, with me tagging along with my best friend Dave and his folks when they made their annual pilgrimage to Raquette Lake up in the Adirondack Mountains of New York. With us graduating from high school and heading off to college in the fall, this was to be our last trip, and that made it a bittersweet we...

The Lake

by AGHOSTWRITER on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

It was a beautiful day to go to the lake. Kyle sat grinning in the passenger seat while his father cruised toward their destination. Today is the day I love spending, Kyle thought to himself. He couldn't help the grin that slowly was overtaking his once placid face. "What are you smiling about, son?" "Nothing. Just excited for the lake," Kyle slowly admitt...

The Lake

by Jackstroke on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Days at the lake are typical summer relaxation, sitting at the beach out on the water during daytime, socializing by the fire or on the porch by night. Our lake is wonderful clear water with very nice beaches, usually lined with cabins and houses of all sizes along the shores. This particular evening begins as many others; our fire has attracted some visit...

The Lake

by bilman on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

I'm in the military stationed in Italy. I live in a quiet, rural farm community "away from it all" as some would say. So nothing much happens around here that would be worth talking about, let alone writing to Literotica about. There are about 10 old mining lakes a half mile from my house and I frequently ride my bicycle around them. An eventful bike ride ju...

The Lake House

by HandsAcrossTheSea on Mar 28, 2018
Gay Male

Asher stops at his doorway, listening intently to double check that he is well and truly alone. The plastic tub of sex toys tucked under his right arms creaks and slides, moved by the sweat covering the inside of his forearm. All he hears is his own heartbeat and the irregular ticking of the ventilation. Two weeks of unseasonably warm weather in early March...