It was Saturday afternoon and Paul was looking forward to a game of amateur rugby with his buddies. It always made him feel good chasing around the field and he enjoyed all the physical contact because he didn't have any sex life to speak of. And afterwards, in the showers, he could drink in the beauty of all those free swinging dicks and chunky arses to fue...
Dave, Roger, Terry, Nick and Paul were all wearing their best suits as they drove off to an important sales conference. It was being held at a hotel way out in the boondocks and none of them were keen about that but the thought of all the deals they would close got their juices flowing. They were soon out in the countryside and with the exception of Terry w...
As I got dressed that morning I started to wonder what I had let myself for. I had volunteered to act as a Marshal in a Kiltwalk charity fund raising marathon walk from Glasgow and ending in Baloch Park. I had already attended a training session where we learned the course route, where the choke points were and the food and water stations. We also learnt wh...
This is a fantasy that involves male-on-male action, forced sex, and some pretty dirty stuff. If you're not into that please move on. It isn't meant to be a great work of literature, it's meant to be a silly, crazy, over-the-top fantasy of mine. ***** My daily run through the woods has turned into a forced gang bang with a group of young guys using me for...
If you have missed the previous instalments the premise of the story is that after a football match, the losing team must provide sexual relief for the victorious players. Previous chapters for Winners and Losers are on Literotica. * * * * * There was no denying that the last minute loss to AFC Kerlon had dented confidence in the dressing room, but when...
Let me start by admitting I'm not your average red-blooded American male. I was intrigued by the idea of gay sex ever since I can remember and since early on in puberty have experimented with anal play. In addition to this I developed somewhat strange masturbatory practices. I love masturbating at the crack of dawn out in nature. I love just being naked and...
We trained a lot that following week; the humiliation the Woodford Wanderers suffered in giving blowjobs to the victors of our friendly match burnt into every aspect of our waking moments, and even as I was fucking my girlfriend, the vivid memories of the swell of his cock and the tickle of his pubic hair on the end of my nose, was innermost in my mind. In...
"Can you do something to keep that bloody hound quiet?" Barnes had had enough. He was trying to get into James' pants, yes, but the howling of that damned dog was driving him to distraction, and it was just that much more than he needed out here in a muddy trench on the Aisne with the Huns singing and shooting off their guns at ten-minute intervals from dus...
A NEW PERSPECTIVE ON CLASSIC LITERATURE Editors Note: The connection to classic literature here is too obvious to comment upon. The writer is clearly attempting to reinterpret the literary novel from an altered perspective, striving ineptly to capture something of its original ethos, language and philosophy, hampered only by his inadequacies and authorial i...
"I have a surprise for you." That was the mysterious message that greeted me via email after a rather difficult Thursday at work. It had come from my occasional messy wrestling opponent Andy. We hadn't had any contact for several weeks as was usually the case, so the message itself was quite a surprise. "Can you meet me here at 6.30pm on Saturday? You'll...