Note: All sexually involved characters in this story are Eighteen years of age or older. There is a young, gay boy, 15 year old Fernando, who's father has kicked him out (which happens way to often in real life) and CPS (Child Protective Services) place him with foster parents, a married straight couple. There is no direct, or implied, sexual activity betwee...
The last few weeks have been a mental struggle for me. It started when I showed up for a first time meeting with a fan of my stories on Literotica but he failed to make it. We'd been corresponding for months and this was the first time that our schedules allowed us to meet. He's from out of state but visits the area monthly. I'm working full time but had a d...
Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities with any persons living or dead are wholly coincidental... A note from the author: I've been spending some time in the spa (hospital) again. I ask you to be kind. I write to entertain myself, hospitals are boring. I share because Oz told me back in the day, I should try. Feedback is good and...
The two men in the garage of the split level home in Colonie, a suburb of the capital of New York State, could not have been more different in most ways, and it wasn't the wide disparity in ages that set them apart. The young man, Mark Willett, was a twenty year old college sophomore who played on the school's lacrosse team, and was a muscular lad who packe...
“I’d still feel better if you’d let me wear my suit.” “You’d never get it on over that cast. Besides, our church is fairly casual.” He looked at Nate’s khaki Dockers’s and dark-blue pullover. “You look great, as always. You’re gonna cause me to have impure thoughts all during the service.” “You’re pretty sinful yourself in those black jeans and that white...
This story ran a little long so I've broken it up into parts. *** This was a whole new experience in this summer of 1993, because while I had been sent to spend the summer with my Grandma every year since Grandpa died four years ago, things had changed around the old farmhouse. Grandma had a boyfriend, and I know that the term sounds funny when you atta...
WARNING AND NOTICES: This is a work of fiction. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Do not read if you are underage according to the laws in the country, state/province, county, city/town/village or township where you live. Copyright © 2008 Debra Diane; Permission is...
Brandon complained all the way to the car. "I told you, I don't want a bachelor party." Keith shook his head. "I don't remember asking whether you wanted one or not. Every guy has to have a bachelor party. Back me up, Wayne." Wayne grinned. "I'm not sure, but I think maybe it's a law." Les, home from college for the wedding, opened one of the rear doors o...
Nate woke to the feel of gentle but rough fingertips soothing the swollen skin of his face. He opened his eyes to see the beautiful blues of Brandon Nash staring down at him. “Wake up, Nate. We’re here.” Nate shook himself in a bid to wake up. “I still say I can stay by myself. I hate to put you out like this.” “We had this argument back at the hospital,...
Lou's car pulled up to the pair of dim spaces at the side of a small white service station. At least, Chris thought it had been white at one time. Dust, exhaust fumes from the single repair bay, cigarette smoke, and god only knew what else had dulled and muddled the exterior paint since its 1940s completion. The lack of illumination didn't help, either. One...