Inspired by Edward Albee's play/movie Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf ***** "I thought I asked you to wear the tighter shirt under your jacket, Dillon—the one with the V neck that shows off the line between your pecs so well." "Gunther Strang is the chair of the English Department, Madge. And isn't his wife the daughter of Montebello's president? I didn't...
June 1929, Tokyo, Japan I was straining for him to start. I ran my hands down his hard-muscled back from the shoulder blades to his buttocks, pushing his trousers down further on his buttocks and clutching at the orbs, willing him to start the stroking. He was inside me deep and I was panting hard for him. He spoke from the hollow of my throat. "I . . . we...
I'm failing my web design course at one of the top universities in the Midwest. It's my second year here and I'm actually majoring in web design but I'm more interested in the design aspects of it not so much the programming. If I wanted to code I would've done computer science. This course is called "Video in Web 2.0 Sites" so I figured it would be about de...
*** Professor Johnson*** "Welcome to my class ladies and gentlemen. For those who surpass all expectations in my class, you will come to know me as Professor Johnson." I smiled and found myself struggling to appear indifferent. "To others, I am called PB Teen and no, it has no relation to the magazine. For those of you who are confused, it means 'Professo...
It was now the beginning of March, I was having a banner semester and on pace to receive an A in all of my classes. My job had proved to be very beneficial, as I had discovered something about myself that I never knew was there, plus the added benefit of enjoying so many pleasurable experiences. The fact that I had now saved over $ 30,000 at this point did n...
It was late at night and I was walking the streets down near the docks. Because that's where they hang out. Down near the docks. Yeah. They were here all right. All around me. I could practically smell them. The smell of 'gay.' There was one standing in a doorway. There was one on the corner, looking across the avenue at the dark river. They were all so ca...
[Author's note: this is the first part of a three-part series loosely inspired by the Literotica story Aaron, my student, written by HairyJacques.] Prologue. After it all happened, I kept my job but lost my marriage. Tom didn't come back from DC. It was over a year before he spoke to me, and even then it was only to find a time to come get some of his stuf...
[Author's note: this is the final part of a three-part series.] Part 3. I grabbed the pharmacy bag from the counter and then I went to my room, unbuckled my belt and took my phone out of my pocket. I saw a text from Tom. Chat tonight? I threw the phone on the bed, along with the plastic bag. Then I shucked off my pants and underwear. I was suddenly very...
This is my first submission, please tell me what you think! I failed to specify before, but this is only the first chapter in the series; there's more to come. * "What the hell, man? Look, I don't have much, just take it, I don't want any trouble, all right?" Dylan held out his wallet, slowly turning around to offer it to the mugger behind him, a gun pres...
This is my first submission, please tell me what you think! ***** "What the hell, man? Look, I don't have much, just take it, I don't want any trouble, all right?" Dylan held out his wallet, slowly turning around to offer it to the mugger behind him, a gun pressed into his lower back. "Shut the fuck up and I said, don't turn around," the other man grunted...