This is a compilation of some hot messages two other Literotica members and I had sent to each other. It started with one and I then evolved with the second writer and I. A reader of one of my posts on the GLBT Forum wrote me and said how hot the post had gotten him. I wrote back and asked him if he would be interested in writing hot nasty emails back and f...
Alex had promised himself and Stacy that this time would be different. No more prank calls from the cabin, and definitely not as much drinking as last time, or whatever he had been on. He had actually believed this too, since that time had just been a one-time thing, an experimentation. He was back to fucking Stacy's cunt, and it felt good to him. He definit...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this for my friend Gary and post it with his permission. All comments and criticism welcome. * I'm just stepping out of the shower as I hear the phone ring. Naked and dripping, I answer to find your familiar voice on the other end. It seems that you've got a car that must be finished for a customer, who will be by to pick it up in 3...
Bob took a long pull on the beer I had just handed him. I could see that he was thinking about what I had said about what do you want to do now. I had just given him his first guy blowjob and the reality of having his buddy suck his cock was weighing on his mind. I had done the same thinking last night after I gave Bob a handjob. It was the first time I had...
It had happened many times before; texting each other looking to hook up. We were the ultimate friends with benefits. Whenever he was feeling horny or whenever I was desperately craving cock we would simply send each other a text. Usually all that was sent was "Hey." Once one of us got that text we knew what to do next; name the place. This particular night...
I heard the door open and he walked in. I did not look over at him but when I heard it close I said, "Lock the door." I had prepared for him, had been waiting for him and he was right on time. I was glad he hadn't chickened out because I wanted, no I needed, what he had for me. He and I had exchanged a flurry of e-mails that had now resulted in this meetin...
I was over at my friend Will's apartment. We had been friends since high school, now we were both in our mid-twenties. I was telling Will about my love life. There wasn't any love life to speak of. I knew what my problem was. I had packed on a bit of extra weight since college. I couldn't get any women interested in me. "Don't worry Josh," my friend told me...
The morning sun warmed the air and promised to become warmer still as the day wore on. It was 9 am on a Sunday in April. That fifth week of the season we would take on the Viejas Chiefs. Widely regarded as one of the better teams in the league, they had a fearsome reputation for hitting, scoring a lot of runs and giving up few. They were expected to win at...
The complex psychology of managing men in long term confinement requires intuition, intelligence and sensitivity. Rarely brute force. The institution, the walls, the doors, the gates, are as important an influence on behaviour as the security staff and, by and large, long term prisoners learn to go with the flow and in amazingly creative ways, make the best...
As I finished up my workout I started towards the locker room, feeling the soreness in my muscles aching from the previous strain in the weight room. My shirt was doused in sweat and I could feel little beads of sweat still running down my body. I entered the locker room, found my locker and proceeded to undress to wash off. Normally I am kind of shy about b...