Growing up on a farm in West Texas in the 70's was a time in my life that I will never forget. Especially this particular summer. It was the bi-centennial summer of 1976. It was also the summer that I would come to realize my true self as far as what I wanted in a partner. Girls were always the talk among friends. At my age it was just that all talk. But for...
Star is my soul, my saviour, to think of him; battered and sick, abandoned and alone makes me shiver. I think of Sam and Alex and how the streets had ground them down and the thought of Star living like that makes me sick to my stomach. I want to take him in my arms and hold him. I want to make the pain go away, I want to make everything right. But he still...
The tower room has already changed. It is still red and dim, the candles are still there, and the incense. But it no longer smells of blood. Some of the windows are thrown open and fresh air sweeps through making it smell clean and fresh. There is a hint of lilac from the trees beneath. The bed is mounded with pillows and cushions in black and red silks and...
Steve called me on a Saturday a couple of weeks after Monica and I had been together. We talked about nothing in particular at first, but he told me how enjoyed Monica' sexual adventure with me. Steve said he liked hearing about it later, and had gotten so turned on he had fucked his wife on the kitchen table. After he described his fuck session with Monica,...
At noon Bruce was on duty as Nathan passed the reception desk, carrying the bag of groceries, en route to his room. "Got locked in a grocery store overnight?" he called out, grinning because he knew from the night clerk that Nathan hadn't used his room that night. Curiosity had moved him to check downstairs to find out if he'd been fucking in one of the Bou...
The third time may not have been that personally glorious, but today's experience ensures at some point, I probably will give in to returning to the glory hole. If only because it has been so good three times, each offering a delightful first in turn, and the promise of a fourth is impossible to deny. Though I can't imagine too much new at this point. I had...
Thomas, our team captain, stood front and center of the room in front of a table with a large fishbowl. On his left was Miles, our co-captain, and to his right was Vince, the team treasurer. I sat on the floor, surrounded by my other team mates. Everyone was completely silent. It was the same scene every Saturday night after we returned home from our weekly...
Thanks to several readers for their formatting suggestions. Part 1 He lay there, thinking: "That's all that is left of me...pure thought. How lovely my life could have been. How full, how wondrous, how invigorating." Just a dead corpse. Nothing more. But wait. There definitely are thoughts there. His thoughts. "And what about me?" It is the voice of anot...
Be gentle, this is my first submission, with hopefully more to come. This story contains descriptive details of a gay male encounter, so if this offends you, why are you in the gay male section of the site??? ***** What started as just a mere curiosity, born from other Literotica submissions, has led me to experience the thrill and excitement of man-2-man...
I let him buy me a drink at the beach bar—and then another and another—because he had those big tuffs of hair in his pits. I found that intriguing—and arousing. He was a good-looking guy, probably a stevedore or something on vacation, because he was built solid like a tank. But he was also virtually hairless everywhere else I could see, including billiard cu...