Riding home in the deepening twilight, having spent considerably more time than intended inside the bathhouse, cock extremely sensitive, pressing against jeans while weaving through traffic. Though after years of experience, it is true that men are better cock suckers, they also have the potential disadvantage of whiskers. Not that one necessarily cares abou...
Author's note: This is my first story on literotica. I hope you like it. Synopsis: He moves into a new apartment. On the surface, the place seemed ideal, but his first night there, he discovers a terrible problem with the place that he didn't take into account... Story: It was a room decorated in off-white tint. A dressing table sat modestly in between...
Sitting in blue-tinted fogged dimness, slumping against the smoothly tiled damp wall, spread legs keeping me from sliding further down along the slick surface of the bench, my condom covered cock was being driven to the edge of exquisite pain and overwhelming pleasure by the biting of a kneeling stranger. A man whose own covered cock I had been sucking a cou...
I was deeply lost in the lush sensations of a stranger's mouth around my naked cock, being sucked while leaning back against the wall of the darkroom. Irresistible pleasure, overwhelming any concern about the fact that this was the second man going down on me, as I sucked off the first man who had captured my cock so perfectly. The darkroom had been not em...
Some visits start in paradise, and remain there. Arriving right at opening time on a gorgeous cloudless May Wednesday, I quickly undressed. Wrapping the towel while walking to the bar counter, I finished the customary glass of freshly poured beer, then headed upstairs. The upper floor seemed empty, except for a closed door at the last video booth. Walking...
Having just finished a story from the end of the holidays, it is truth that intentions do not follow a schedule. I generally try to jot down what happened during a visit, but finishing the story takes a long time. In part because of the delay, as the glow of an extraordinary visit leads to more stroking instead of writing. Especially after enjoying some mo...
I want to lay down next to you in a hotel room and slowly unbutton your shirt...exposing your chest, and rubbing my hands on each piece of skin that I see...then as my fingers move over your body, I want to glide them across your nipples, rubbing them gently as I hear you sigh and moan to my touch. Next you'd feel my fingers more deliberately pressing agai...
Telling me to lay back, his finger slid over my hole, the first touch making me falling under the spell of his experience and skill. The slippery sensation was very distinct from getting rimmed, and I couldn't help reacting as his finger began to play over my ass. He was standing between my legs, his arm barely moving as the pressure and motion increased. '...
More than 5 weeks had passed since my last visit, causing my sense of timing to be a bit off. Not only due to eager anticipation, which at times had me riding far too fast, but also due to enjoying a good smoke before leaving. On weekends, the bathhouse opens at 2pm, and parking the motorcycle around 1:50pm meant hanging around for at least a couple of minut...
After weeks of clear blue skies and hot days, the weather turned on Thursday. The motorcycle has been laid up for weeks (a minor incident months ago snowballing into weeks waiting for parts, and discovering wet clutches have fascinating differences with dry ones). But on cold wet days, not having to deal with rain clothes when visiting the bathhouse is not a...