It's been three days since I started as Jim and Frank's houseboy. They compliment my work as I move throughout the house dusting and cleaning. Their compliments usually consist of smacking an open ass cheek and saying, "very nice boy." Almost every night has been some sort of sex with one or both of them, always ending up as me eating a load or two. I'm th...
This story is pure fiction, all characters are above 18 and consenting. Enjoy some dominant cop and bbc action! ***** It was October and Bryan was wandering down some rarely driven road just outside Denver. He was 22 years old and had enough of regular life. He quit his job, sold just about everything he owned, bought a good backpack, and just started wal...
© 2005 Rafe struggled in the soldier's grip. "Run!" He shouted to the small group behind him. Although bigger and stronger than his captive, it appeared the man was prepared to fight if necessary. Protect his compatriots. Give them time to scurry their prize to safety. Advent Nays watched the retreating pack of rebels, green eyes lit with mirth behind his...
Bear was rolling down Rt 2 toward Lincoln when he saw him-- carrying a small backpack, walking tanned and shirtless, in tight jeans and boots. Not hitching, but looking over his shoulder as Bear approached. He pulled to a stop beside him-- tall, long-legged, with a tight ass. "Nice bike." "Wanna ride Bitch?" "I'll ride-- and I love it when you call me Bi...
I'm always way home before he is. Our relationship, which has evolved over time, has morphed into one I love. I found a happy balance between my work and my personal business, and settled with a man who treats me so well. We started out talking as friends, eventually I got up some courage and kissed him, he kissed back, "I've been hoping for this boy."...
Author's Notes: This is a copyrighted work of fiction written by Tucker McCallahan. All rights reserved by Tucker McCallahan. If you are reading this story anywhere but at Literotica then it has been posted without permission. Please report plagiarism to the contact on my profile. ***** "I need a beer." "No kidding. A beer and a shot." "Did the guitarist...
This is pure fantasy, fiction, but a little bit of hope embedded. It's Friday, I'm leaving work, and I drive straight to his house. It's about 2 hours and I spend every weekend up there, serving him, pleasing him, attending to his needs, and in return, he takes care of me. I pull into the driveway a little later than normal, traffic was a nightmare, as i...
Chapter Seven-Atlas and Friends He told me to take a couple of days to rest and heal. The next thing we do, will blow your mind. He approached me after I was done training a couple of days later and asked me how I was. The day after our marathon sex session, I was in pain. My ass was sore and I felt bruised all over. I went to classes and back home straig...
"Yea, I know Ben, he looks fucking hot, but I tell you, he's a real prick. Any time I see him out at the Manatee or Charlie's or the Quest, he's dancing around like he thinks he's God's gift to lonely faggots. He says he an artist, which means he wasted three years getting a diploma at the College of Art and lives in a loft on Daddy's dime. He's pissed off e...
Author's note: This is a very short period tale of an older gentleman discovering the previously unsampled delights of sex with a handsome young man. * Valter Landgrave stumbled over his own feet as he left the tavern, to the tittering and edification of two ladies of the night. He'd fucked them both not long since but had wearied of them and would not b...