Fucking matron was the national sport at our public school (that’s “private school” for Yanks). It was a rite of passage without which no future Australian captain of industry could hope to attain a Dick Grasso-esque remuneration package. But final year frolics came first. We'd reached 18 and were ready to rock and roll. We were wizards of wanking . . . mas...
I often did things backwards in life. The old Hollywood adage goes that many a starlet—and we can add many a leading man, now that the cat is out of the closet on that—got their film career break by the audition they did on the director's or producer's couch. In my case, however, I got the part before the director had me taking direction under him on his cou...
A bead of sweat escaped from his helmet-covered head, rolled steadily down the side of his face and easily navigated a layer of day-old scruff. The sweat was able to drip freely as Jack remained fully concentrated while he awaited the 90-mile-per- hour pitch that was about to whip over home plate. The mental focus wasn't wholly necessary; after years of litt...
Chapter Five: Interlude One His story complete, and Michael snoozing in a deep, exhausted sleep in his arms, Abazar ran the tip of a finger around the young man's nipples, first one and then the other. Michael sighed and trembled in Abazar's arms, but he didn't awake. Slowly Abazar ran a hand down the marble-smooth skin of the young man's chest and belly an...
"Hello, Joey. My name is Doctor Westcott. Please come on in and have a seat over here." I feel a little self-conscious. I've had my fielding and batting tryout for the minor league team—and I didn't know it would just be me, with Coach Rosner putting me through my paces—and I've showered and come and sat in this corridor with just a towel around me, waiting...
It was the last summer before I graduated in the fall from college and I found a job with one of the larger apartment complexes near the campus. In exchange for rent and a small wage I did minor maintenance on the units. I did a lot of filter replacements, minor plumbing and other type things that were a constant headache for the manager. One day she sent...
Afternoon riding through changeable summer weather, blustery but generally dry, the sky turning dark grey, blue, and white in turn. Interesting riding weather, though not the cause of my pulse's quickening, nor the reason a familiar hollow was growing in my stomach. Unlike most trips, this time the traditional bottle or two of beer before cruising to a glory...
I could hear Stella Langer braying from across the room. And the noise was getting closer, so, without turning around, I knew she was headed in my direction. I steeled myself; I wanted to have this conversation with her, but it was such a chore to keep her on topic and to see that she kept her hands to herself. She had called to tell me that she had a propo...
All was arranged, and it was with light hearts and in anticipation of the removal of the last annoying inconvenience that stopped me from fully enjoying the wealth of my property that we rode back home. My son, Hilaron's, entry into his estate would be celebrated well that night with a small party. I had invited a few young men of the local area to attend a...
Authors note: I am still learning the ins and outs of Literotica. Some of the dialogue here is better emphasized with italics, and may not read well, but I promise to learn and add it for future stories. *** Today has been an unusual day. I was instructed to come outside of my room today and I am supposed to be seeing a client later on, but for an intervie...