A black leather gloved hand crawls like a spider up my leg, leaving in it's wake a trail of tingling flesh. It lingers to caress the muscles of my inside thigh before a single leather finger slips between my ass cheeks, stealing softly towards my asshole. A dark figure leans in close, his hot breath scorches my skin as he whispers, "Who owns your ass?" My...
There is something so oddly empowering about the way I spend my days. My name is Abel Whitaker. I'm a young black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Let me tell you about my life. I was born in 1986, to Boston police officer George Whitaker and car saleswoman Jennifer Kingman Whitaker. They raised me to have ambition and a positive attitude. I'...
The young man sat at the sidewalk café in Fairfax City near George Mason University in the Virginia suburbs of Washington, D.C., sipping coffee and shyly looking around him. Several tables away from him and behind him sat a somewhat older man, perhaps in his forties, but very good looking in a dark, foxy sort of way. This man also was drinking coffee and loo...
Thank you all for your comments and critiques on this story. You've helped me bring each chapter into the light. I look forward to reading your thoughts. This chapter has been too long in my mind. ***** Crucible Five Months Later "I think he's dead." The sound came from far away, mater of fact at the base with anxiety tucked in at the edges. The voice l...
I became a member of Literotica in July of 2015, as a reader. I got totally wrapped up in 'Aquata Cove', a fantasy love story by 'feare909', about a blossoming love affair between a young gay man, Adam, and a Merman, Merrick. This story actually ended, finally, at about 101 Chapters. This story had me captivated for many months. If you like stories that have...
I had spent the month following my high school graduation searching for a place to chat with other guys. Searching all over the web for a website that didn't look like it was made by a 10-year-old. Once I found the right one, I began talking to all sorts of different men. Actual men, gay, bi, even straight men like me. It was only after I graduated that I be...
Ever since he had moved to the new college town to teach, David had had a hard time meeting guys. The move was about 100 miles from his old college, but it might as well have been a thousand. He had started to miss Charlie and all the other young guys who surrounded him at his old college. He was an attractive guy. He worked hard to keep his body in good s...
(Written for specific fetish request by SA) "The Hamiltons have asked whether you can go to Lexington with Mr. Hamilton for the Dressage at Lexington competitions in July, Santo. You'd be his groom for the three days there, and if you worked out well, you could stay on helping them here at Ash Creek Farms for the rest of the summer before you go back to s...
Mark followed his friends out of the pub in inner-city Melbourne. The cold air was a welcome change after four pints in the over-heated front bar. He swept a hand through his tousled brown hair and stretched, yawning. Kimberley turned and took his hands in hers. "Good to see you Mark." "You too Kim." He smiled awkwardly as she hugged him. "Yeah, good catc...
The rest room opened off the food court in the small mall across the parking lot from the Weeping Willows Retirement Apartments. Jake Sawyer stood at the urinal, cock in hand, willing a golden stream to gush forth and splash against the gleaming white porcelain. A portly, black bearded man in a plain, gray jogging suit entered, stepped up to the idle urina...