On a shrimp boat trawler well out to sea, you and a big muscle-bound bruiser of questionable intellect are telling me while we are taking a coffee break in the trawler I'd signed on for my sophomore summer in college that the senior crew all have privileges with the new guy. Just an initiation—like crossing the equator for the first time. But more fun. What...
As I sprawl in my bed my toy huddles in his. His bed is not an afterthought: nothing I do with or to Will is an afterthought. He does not have a pillow, his sheets are woolen and scratchy, his mattress was carefully chosen to be harder than he likes and too short for him to fully stretch out on — a headboard and footboard block him from even trying. All of t...
I didn't manage to get out of bed and stumble to the shower until after noon the next day. When I struggled down to the terrace facing the pyramids, I found that a place had been laid at a table under an umbrella and a small berry-brown servant was standing at attention there as if everything had been awaiting my arrival. Within minutes a full breakfast meal...
[This was written for a "bend the story of a song" exercise. It's a flight of fancy on a take on the Act I duet, "Au fond du temple saint," which immortalizes Georges Bizet's opera, Pearl Fishers, from the aspect of the Pearl Fishers being staged as a homoerotic production. (It is best read accompanied by listening to a recording of the duet.)] * I am alre...
Lexi drifted back into wakefulness, opening his eyes slowly. At first he was disoriented, not remembering where he was or how he had come to be here. Then he became aware of the man lying next to him. He could feel his hairy chest and feel his stomach rise and fall against Lexi's back with each breath he took. He could feel the man's large hand resting on hi...
[This completed series will run in five chapters and will complete posting at Literotica by the end of the third week.] ***** January, 1924, the Baron's Austrian Mountain Chalet The snow had started to fall fast and furiously when Lady Elizabeth and her son, Paul Winslow, descended from the first-class compartment. Their journey on the rail trunk line fro...
Cobalt Blue 10: Chocolate Lovers Jaze's smile was feral as he gazed at his lover; naked, aroused and tied to their bed with chocolate brown silk scarves. Beneath the pale, slender form were silken sheets of the same colour as the scarves. Jaze was equally naked, equally aroused and his smile widened at the way in which Stewie's turquoise eyes devoured his b...
This is a true story featuring the history of my love for cock and meeting the man who is becoming my Master. *** I'm on my way to see Paul again. It's only a ten minute drive from my house, but the blocks go by slowly, the cars ahead of me don't seem to know what the speed limit is...inside my stomach is aflutter with the expectation of once again being a...
My name is Ludovic Stein and I'm one of those guys whom you probably got warned about. I'm sexually adventurous. Many people think it's wrong for a man or woman to have multiple sexual partners over a short period of time. I think such people have a 1950s mentality. It's the twenty first century, people. Get real. Seriously. I am what I am and I do what I do...
Terry Bingham arrived home to find a note attached to his door: Get a shower and come over. Wear your trunks but bring a change of clothes. Neal. He raised a curious eyebrow at this, shrugged, and then entered his house and did as the note suggested. Thirty minutes later he was en route to the home Neal shared with his same-sex husband, Bob. He heard music...