My travels brought me to the Austin area, where one of my old college roommates happened to live. So, I had called Tom and arranged to have dinner with him and his wife during my week long visit. While we had been roommates, Tom and I had sex on a regular basis. Tom was very much a bottom, and truly the most orally talented guy I had ever known. When I arriv...
Literotica is such an excellent site for writers to tell their story, whether it be fiction, non-fiction or somewhere in between. For some it is the sheer pleasure of expressing thoughts and for others it is telling a story that they can't tell even their partner or best friend. I'm in the latter category; I'm male, married and adore cock. When I turned n...
After the victory against Majestic Amateurs that sealed our passage through to the second round of the Cup competition there was no doubt the atmosphere in the changing room was one of intense confidence. We were on the up: the team was balanced, starting to click together, and there was a belief in our own abilities. Training on Monday and Wednesday was enj...
After we'd cleaned up from our little roll in the hay at his place, Peter Blair took me over to the Loudon County Court offices, which proved to be not more than three blocks from his old townhouse, near the major intersection where Route 7 coming out of Washington, and Route 15 coming down from Maryland at Point of Rocks converged—both old stage coach roads...
"Go on, take them all. I know you want them." Damon Wentworth was standing there in that skimpy bathing suit plastered to his groin, showing which side he dressed on, and had the platter of crab Rangoon pastries shoved up under Chris' chin. It hadn't been the crab Rangoon that Chris had had his eyes on as Wentworth came at him on the terrace in back of the...
STOP: It is highly recommended that the reader peruse Chapter I and 2 before Chapter 3. * By the time Neal and Jeff returned, both in cut off jeans and t shirts, Howard had built a huge tower of buckwheat pancakes. The last of a dozen sausages were simmering in the pan, and the Cuisinart™ was pumping out grapefruit juice at a pint a minute. "Mmm," both g...
I would like to thank SanguineAffair for editing this. All mistakes are still mine though. Everyone in this story is over 18. I welcome comments as to help improve my writing. If you have something bad to say, please make it constructive. It is funny how one card can change your life. I and three of my friends would regularly play poker at one of our hou...
"Alright, Jesse, Whatcha got?" John Luke asked dorm mate mischievously. The two young men were sitting in their underwear on the floor of their dorm room, playing strip poker and drinking rum and cokes with a bottle of Castillo Gold that John Luke talked a guy into buying for him. They were half finished with the bottle and feeling pretty good about their h...
Fragile; that was how Mick Daniels finally chose to describe the boy that he escorted past the rows of dark cells. The teen shuffled, tripping occasionally on his leg irons. Daniels gripped the boy's arm so tight that he could feel the heat of a forming bruise, the over-caffeinated officer stricken with paranoia that the prisoner would slip his handcuffs; it...
This story is the absolute truth, told by me, the trickster. At the time this started, I was happily married to my second wife. She and I were always looking for different ways to spice up our love life. My best friend Gary would often come over for poker games and parties when he wasn't out with what seemed to be a different woman each weekend. We decided...