We woke from our nap and were hungry as hell. Steve whipped up some bacon and eggs, but they couldn't match the "cock with wine." Ha, Ha. A couple of hours later my cock was again ready for action and I could now bury it in Steve's love tunnel. The anticipation of fucking a man's asshole, especially my loves gorgeous love tunnel got me breathing so hard I t...
Arriving near the bathhouse entrance around 3:45pm on a wonderful Sunday afternoon (a day much like today - and the temptation to take another short ride to enjoy myself is exerting a growing force), anticipation creating the familiar feeling centered around the middle of my body, a strangely addicting sense of building tension, through and through sexual. I...
When the others enter the space, it doesn't look like a place where anything very dramatic is going to happen. There are three tables along the long wall, all of them covered with sheets. There's no way of telling what is beneath the sheets. There's another table nearer the door, which is laden with tasty-looking snacks and glasses of red and white wine, pl...
Foreword My regular readers will all be well aware of the fact that my stories tend to be rather long, This, my latest offering is no exception and runs in total to some 43,000 + words. Set in the near future in post Brexit Britain, it explores how four different establishments react and adapt themselves to the latest law, which once again allows corporal p...
Arriving right at the bathhouse's opening time on Tuesday, the sky dark enough to think that rain would be arriving soon, the entrance was busy. 5 stacked bundles of the latest edition of a free local gay magazine were outside the door. Going in, before I could mention the delivery, a man with a blue t-shirt that read "I like face fucking - ask me" brushed b...
Moulton-Midmarsh Reform School Its Foundation, Rise and Demise An imaginary tale set in the early twentieth century By Jason Land ***** Chapter 1 My name is Martin Fairweather. I am professor and head of the History Department at the Fenwide University, one of those institutes of higher learning created in that push by the governments in the 1980s an...
True story! I was standing naked in the bathroom corner, forehead leaning against the wet marble tiles & my ass pushed out to meet Hemant's hand as he kept thrusting deep into my hole with two fingers well past the knuckles. Our jeans & underwear were lying in a pile by the locked door & we were both pressed up against each other. Hemant was naked too & nuz...
Noah and I spent many of the weekends following the skinny dipping incident, sleeping over at each-others houses. I still wasn't completely comfortable with Noah sleeping at my place, so I usually tried to think of some elaborate way to get us both out of the house day and night. The third weekend after our trip to the beach, the two of us took a bus up to N...
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...
A sequel to "Concentration and Muscle Control." If you read my previous piece, you'll already know that my use of the gym is closely linked to my sexuality, my love of hard masculine muscular bodies. Following the closure of the first gym I had used and where I had learned so much about training, about myself and what triggered my attraction to sex with m...