They sent me to Fort Dix, New Jersey for basic training. The bus ride there was long and tedious. No one talked much. Everybody was apprehensive. Myself, I just wanted to get there and get it over with. I didn't know what lay ahead. Worrying wasn't going to help. The moment we got off the bus, they jumped us and tried to shake us up, rousting us from one s...
WARNING!! THIS IS A GAY MALE STORY, BUT IT IS ALSO AN EXTREME BDSM STORY AS WELL. THIS STORY COULD EASILY BE PLACED INTO ANY OF THE FOLLOWING CATEGORIES DUE TO THE CONTENT: GAY MALE, BDSM or FETISH. I HAVE REQUESTED THIS FOR THE GAY MALE SECTION, BUT IT MAY END UP IN THE BDSM SECTION OR ANY OF THE OTHERS IF THE EDITORS OF LITEROTICA DECIDE TO RE-CATEGO...
I awoke to the sounds of music coming from my clock-radio. As I came to, my thoughts were filled of the night spent with my face plastered to my mother's steaming twat. I breathed deep and could smell her strong female scent still on me. I ran my tongue around my lips and could taste her heavenly nectar where it had dried on my skin. My face felt tacky and c...
(Authors Note: This is the 12th installment in the Brownstone series. In reading order they are: Michael Ch01,02 Charles Ch01,02,03 Michael Ch03, Ch04,05 Scott Ch01,02,03 Stay tuned! The best is yet to come!!) The alarm clock jarred me from sleep I felt I just fallen into. I rolled over and looked at the clock and wondered why I even bother when I know th...
All characters in this story are over the age of 18. ***** Dinner that night was pretty simple. Bill grilled some chicken. I was kept naked the whole time and I was getting used to the free feeling of staying this way. I kept thinking about what the next day had in store for me. I knew Jeff would probably join, so counting Bill that brought the number of m...
As told to my shrink. I made sure he was eighteen. I was at the birthday reception his mother had for him at Church. I remember when his mother and her husband went to Russia to fetch him and his sister over here to adopt them, and I was present when they were baptized. When Father Bert addressed them in Russian, their faces lifted up to him. The Russians...
3.a: The treadmill Wednesday had come around again. I had gotten a message from Sir to be at his place for one p.m. and I was achingly horny. Besides the fact that I had been locked for a month now, far longer than I ever had been before, I was still feeling the residual excitement from shooting that video in the parking garage on the weekend. So, after doi...
1. Three weeks had passed since my fateful meeting with Steve, and as yet, despite his threat, I had heard nothing more from him. Since the encounter my sex life with my wife had actually improved and I was fucking her more often than ever before. Although I think this was a vain attempt to regain my heterosexuality my mind kept going back to the events of...
My anal story begins with me joining a website for mature bisexual and gay men. At first I was only interested in meeting men for mutual cocksucking, but it intensified to more. First some background on me. I'm a married senior citizen whose wife had always refused to suck my cock. By means of the internet I was able to find guys willing to suck my cock, wh...
I spent the next few days debating with myself. I did it once. Did I have to do it again? Maybe I can forget about. Call it a mistake. Everybody makes mistakes, why not me. I found myself sitting in the living room with my parents. They were watching a comedy on TV, McHale's Navy. I was there but paying no attention to it. I kept getting up and walking aro...