I had just turned 30, had left one job and was about to start working for a new company, but wanting a break from the routine of the daily grind, decided to take a road trip through the deserts of Rajasthan before taking up the new job. The old Jeep was cleaned up and packed with all the necessary gear, spare parts and tools to keep it running, my tent, and...
Drip! Drop! Drip! A staccato of water droplets add to a quiet and dark ambience. A nearby rock is dislodged, crashing with a large boom. You awake with a jump, chilled from the rock floor you were sprawled on. The room you're in is almost too dark to be traversed. You can see three ragged walls surrounding you, sprawling upward out of your limited night visi...
The Blind Massage sign in the hotel lobby had me salivating when I trudged back in all sweaty and stiff from another day enduring the unrelenting heat and rubble-strewn dysfunction of Indonesian cities. I was aching from riding the cramped and thumping old buses that serve as public transport and tight-necked from being on guard against the thieves and band...
What I liked most about Aaron was the fact that he had no idea how hot he was. At age 19 he was at his physical peak: six foot one, buzz-cut brown hair, solid muscles, and a self-conscious smile surrounded by dense, dark stubble. Even at noon the five o'clock shadow of his beard was noticeable above his lips, on his nicely clefted chin, and down his rugby pl...
This is my first attempt at writing a story. I have been a fan of Literotica for years. Let me know if I should continue writing. --------------------------------------- The morning light slowly crept across the rough wooden plank floor. When it hit my eyes I started to stir. I tried to get up but my eyes clouded. The door opened, and banged shut. "Slowly...
Everyone called him John, but his real name was Juan. It reminded me of how the Pittsburg Pirates called baseball great Roberto Clemente "Bobbie" instead of Roberto to make him more palatable to white fans. The only difference is that Juan wanted everyone to call him John instead of Juan to make himself less Latin. He wasn't black like Clemente, but had the...
Goa. December 2011. I'd just got off the bus. Drinking alone at a shack by the beach. And that's where He joined me at the table. We made the usual conversation. I noticed he used every excuse to reach out and touch my arm, my shoulder and even my knee. He: Hey, listen. how about we share a room? Save some cash that way. And with that he had his hand on my...
Clint and I had negotiated hard on me saving more money by letting him drive me to Myrtle Beach to meet up with my buddies for a week in the surf. He'd wanted to go the slow and easy route and stop for fun and games for two nights as the price of travel, but I told him that was not going to happen. In the end, I gave him one more straight fuck and he promise...
I saw him first at an opening at the Regional Gallery. He was laughing with someone. Nice I thought, running an eye up and down him. Black hair, light tan, and I knew he had blue eyes. Nice definitely. It was a man he was laughing with, and then he leant forward and took the guys arm. He was standing close, a bit too close, a bit too looking in his face. A...
Thanks to those who vote and send feedback. Please keep it up. Hope you like this episode. * * * I'd left Paul's flat early the next morning, alone. George had been keen to accompany me but I felt rough and needed time to take stock of what had happened and how much I had enjoyed it. After just 2 hours sleep I felt done in. I was lucky enough to pick up a...