Chapter Three: Threesome I woke to the sound of the shower early the next day. I was still naked from the previous evening's activities, only I had showered the night before because we had been in the hay loft in the barn for a good portion of the evening. There was also the need to be fresh for anything that might occur should he want more. We had slept...
"I will not buy boys," Xanthos said with a dismissive wave of his hand, although the gleam in his eyes suggested otherwise. "They are unreliable and too inexperienced, and they break the crockery while playing their childish games." "These are no boys, excellency," the slave master simpered. "These are all past their playing stage and have been trained in s...
"Look, David, I've been enjoying what we're doing. But I think we should raise the stakes a little more," Riley said. "Yeah, that's what you said in your text." Riley was sweating through the thin fabric of his shorts, and probably visibly from his pits. He wondered if David could see. It had been so much easier to suggest over text what he had wanted tha...
Author's note: Sorry to all my readers that this chapter took so long to post. Real life turmoil came into play and I've been occupied mentally and physically. This chapter has some hot sex and part of the mystery begins to become revealed. A few more chapters to go. I look to finish the rest of the story in the next two months. Thanks again for waiting. *...
A note from the author: I am extremely grateful to Robert Reams for editing this story. In addition to cleaning up my many errors he also provide advice and clarity suggestions that I feel helped elevate this story from good to great. Any errors that remain are mine and should not be attributed to his assistance in any way. I would also like to thank those...
The winters in Ohio can get pretty brutal. I sat at a red light watching the snow fly, my wipers beat a fast tempo in an attempt to keep up with the white stuff. I gazed into the murky twilight hoping that the photographer would still be there. I was late, as usual, and had little time left to get my passport photo taken. With the total fuck-up of the state...
June, 1974, Da Nang Airbase, Vietnam God, he was big; one of the biggest. Shit, he could fuck. Panting, panting, I grabbed the metal legs of the cot on either side in a death grip, my cheek pressed into the rough woolen blanket, my eyes bugging out and my mouth slack and open in a silent scream, as he drove it harder, deeper inside me. Cruel. Rough. Just wh...
My thanks to Scouries, who gave me the idea and the impetus to write this story for the Literotica Summer Lovin' Contest. * "Pauletta, you're such a twink," his friend, Leonard told the young gay man one Friday night in June while they were standing at the bar in The Purple Knight, their favorite hangout in San Francisco's Castro District. "I know that,...
I first met Kevin in Morrisons supermarket, he was just another till cashier, but it seemed most every time I did my weekly shop I saw him there, happily doing his work. At the time I thought nothing of it that I liked him, I guess because of his cheerful and spirited manner, and so every time I shopped at Morrisons I mad sure I was on the queue to be check...
Super Bowl I headed over to Ben's place that afternoon with a rock hard boner in my pants. I was mildly disappointed to find that Joe was already there, seated in the living room checking his phone. As I closed the door behind me, Ben bounded out from the kitchen with his arms stretched wide. "Hey, buddy!" he exclaimed enthusiastically and clasped me in...