This is the first story that I have written in the first person narrative for Literotica. And that is because this is the first story that is absolutely true and without embellishment, as it comes directly out of my own sex life. Besides the names, nothing, and I do mean absolutely nothing else has been changed. I obtained permission from all parties inv...
INTRODUCTION Dear Reader--If you haven't read the previous Gay Boy Story here are a few paragraphs to introduce our hero. This story dates from an episode that took place about eight months ago. It was just before the Harvey Weinstein scandals broke. ------------ YOU CAN CALL ME DONNIE, most of the guys do. My real name shouldn't interest you. Don't I ha...
All usual disclaimers apply. My last look into the mirror acted as the most important. I always stared at myself in the mirror for a couple minutes making sure I looked as good as I possibly could before I left the house for a night out. During this time I also donned the only scent I considered worthy to be on an image of perfection such as myself, Acqua...
My gratitude and a heartfelt "Thanks" to Bhart1, for his constant encouragement and editing my first voyage. Chapter 1 "You have 10 minutes to pack your stuff. If you choose to be gay then you are no son of mine and will be forever banished from this house!" Those words from my father replayed over and over in my head as I walked down the road with no se...
[At the request of R.P.] Rocko stood aside, stripping his hands of the rubber gloves, and watched as Howard Holt released the young, slender black man from the chains that had had him suspended from the ceiling. He gingerly lifted the college student, Ray Taylor, and lowered him onto a nearby cot before he could sink fully to the stone floor in the playroom...
*Just a quick warning, there is no sex in this chapter, and it's mostly for development. But good things will come for those who wait... ^_^ All Characters are 18+* --------AARON-------- The first three days after the attack were definitely the worst. I had made a firm pact with myself to call it 'the attack' and not 'the rape', because whenever I heard,...
The note read, "I've had enough of this." That's all. Hal had left it on the dining room table for me to see. The scrawl was obviously done in anger. I hadn't thought the fights—not rising to the level of fights, I didn't think—we'd had the last couple of nights were enough to push him over the edge. I know I shouldn't have said that he went for the surfac...
All participants are over the age of 18, all sex is consensual, there is no violence or abuse. ***** You can call me Donnie, most of the guys do. My real name shouldn't interest you. I have a right to some privacy. The reason I use an alias is because of my sexual needs. Sometimes it's play for pay and sometimes it is free. Depends on my mood and if the re...
I spent the next few days debating with myself. I did it once. Did I have to do it again? Maybe I can forget about. Call it a mistake. Everybody makes mistakes, why not me. I found myself sitting in the living room with my parents. They were watching a comedy on TV, McHale's Navy. I was there but paying no attention to it. I kept getting up and walking aro...
I tell him we can stop, that I've gotten enough information to work with for a while. He looks relieved. I glance around and realize how much the place has changed since I first started coming here. Vending machines burst from the polished concrete of the south wall. The old dropped ceiling has been torn out; exposed beams and ductwork are painted bright col...