Tulsa is one hell of a way to spend a Tuesday. The clapping had barely stopped when I got up from behind my set and started shaking hands. Henry, the bassist, balding and looking much older than he acted, flashed a quick smile and thanked me, leaning over his massive instrument. "Man, it was just like you weren't even there. I mean you fit in just like a pu...
I'd been having these feelings for a few months; I'm not sure exactly when it started. I've always enjoyed looking at porn on the Internet, but recently I'd gradually stopped looking so much at women, and started more and more searching out men. Pretty young boys with oiled bodies, hairless chests and huge erect cocks. Older guys covered in hair, and with bi...
NOTE: This is my first submission for Literotica. I dedicate this story for Ken Nitsua who kindly edited the draft before I submitted it here. God bless you, charming man. I'm a fan of your stories. Comments are welcomed. I hope you guys enjoy the story. I followed the fine-looking man the night he went home from his office. He was finishing som...
*Summary: College student accepts his feelings of wanting to be a submissive after one night. *Note: The beginning is relatively descriptive. Please don't be too harsh with your criticism! I generally write things that are more dialogue based so I hope this came out well! "College life is crazy!" My peers and family told me before I started it. Well, I was...
Thhhhhump!! "UUUUGHHH!" "AAGGHH FUCK!" Fuckin' hell - I didn't mean to run into him - damn, I didn't mean to run into anyone, but I just did - literally. I'd just panicked as I realised that I'd left a brand new hard drive on the back seat of the car. I'd just bought it along with a small fortune's-worth of other computer bits and pieces...and while I'd...
(This story is a prequel to "Bobby and the Cop".) * I started my second year of college still a closeted, shy, awkward virgin. My first year of college, I never really clicked with anyone. It was my fault, of course. I was afraid to speak to people I didn't know. I was friendly with people on my floor in the dorm and with some people I shared several class...
Arthur's voice was soft and nonplussed as he stared at the long, black vehicle that waited close to the hospital's entrance. "Why the hell do you have a limousine?" Vince tapped Arthur's shoulder with his fingers. "Why shouldn't I have a limousine?" "Because nobody has a limousine," Arthur said even though that wasn't literally correct. Vince opened...
Arthur had been working in his funny office for fifteen minutes when the door opened and Vince peeked in. That handsome man was wearing business casual attire and a wicked smile. His fingers curled around the edge of the door as his eyes lit up on Arthur's face. "Heeeeeeey ... so, I was wondering something." "Weren't you supposed to leave the house for a m...
This day's haul of random stolen goods included a fresh cigarette, a tag that had been ripped off a mattress, a pen cap, an elastic band for long hair, and a scrap of torn fabric. The fabric was what bothered Arthur. It reeked of cigarettes, so he didn't understand why Benny had taken it. It felt like cotton, maybe from a T-shirt. Benny watched as Arthur thr...
Author's Note: Mild bondage plus toy usage. Here you go. *** Arthur thought he was slightly too small to be the bigger spoon, but Vince told him that didn't matter. Besides, according to Vince, being the little spoon was so damn fun. He happily dug his hand under Vince's knee, helping to keep the hairy leg slightly elevated, as his wrapped dick sawed i...