"Gentlemen!" Steve Steel addressed the crowd. "And you guys, too!" There were 107 men gathered around the wrestling mat in the big main room of Steel Steve's Global Health Club. Each had paid $250 to watch this event. Many had paid extra to do more than watch. The proceeds were going to a group of gay organizations. A dozen of the spectators were totally na...
Author's Note: I know it has been a long time, I've updated all the chapters in this series (edited, some had stuff removed or even added in). The first 14 chapters are set to be replaced, I'm hoping they will go live before this one, but I don't know, but as I said on my profile I'll keep people informed. For the people that haven't been following my profi...
Too much of a good thing? After kissing First Sergeant Kovachek--a very crotchy, locker-room tasting smooch since he'd been sucking his own jockstrap while I fucked him--I rolled over, all fucked out. I pulled the dripping-wet sheet over us both and we fell asleep. I planned to wake up after a short nap for more fucking--but both of us were more exhausted t...
This story takes place in a fictional world where many of my stories occur. You can read it on its own, but reading Wings of Gray will give you the back story and brief history of the Infected. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hello after a (long) hiatus. I'm working my way back into writing, and will be posting all of my stuff back on Literotica. You can also fin...
© 2014 by R. Keith Peck He lights up the joint he'd been fingering the moment he steps off the bus, even before the other riders dispersed Looks of horror are fired his way. Doesn't he know where this is? This isn't Denver. This isn't the inner city. This is suburbia. We're normal! A mother with a Greenpeace handbag clutched her fifth-grader's shoulder and...
I drove home exhausted and exhilarated. After Robert's maiden voyage into my ass, his extreme violation of my body, his brutal thrusting and grunting, I could barely walk—or talk. Robert didn't appear to be in a garrulous mood after unleashing his seed and fury, and I was too shell-shocked for any post attack conversation, so I simply dressed and exited. I t...
It was hard to concentrate on washing the breakfast dishes and cleaning the kitchen. Mister G was in one of his playful moods and couldn't seem to keep his hands off me. He massaged my shoulders and back and occasionally a hand would slip beneath the waistband of my shorts and claim possession of a buttock, squeezing and pinching it. Needless to say, I wou...
Sexual Pleasures Of The Harbour The evening began in a bar off Las Ramblas in the sullen Catalonian night heat. Carlos is so charming, so persistently persuasive. His attentions so urgent, and so flattering. Looking into his curiously thoughtful eyes, I find deep erotic promises there. We are drawn by mutual sexual magnetism, more blatant and urgent than it...
When I retired from the Army, which I had come to think of as a prison, my wife and I moved to a little house near the beach, and life crystallized -- we, as they say, settled down. The house was a fabulous find. The previous owners had to get out of the country quick, and we happened along on the right day to get it for a song. I had dreamed of such a hou...
"Richard, you're on in five minutes." The manager's voice cut through Rick's near-doze. Rick Wright, who danced under the name "Richard Long," was sitting in the beat-up old easy chair in the corner of the bar storeroom which doubled as the dancers' dressing room. The book on database design in Rick's lap was dull reading and he'd been fighting sleep for th...