I'm tall, and used to wear long hair down my back in a big braid. I lived at the gym. My friends called me Thor. I have a nice big, fat cock and know how to use it. I would fuck any hot boy that walked. They often ended up calling me 'sir', even though all the master/slave stuff didn't interest me. We all get older. We can't work out all the time. The golde...
This is the second installment of Scott teaching Andrew to pleasure him. Pleas read "College Roommate Discovery" first, to get the context of how Scott and Andrew arrived at today. Sitting at my desk in my bedroom, attempting to study for my exam, I heard my phone buzz indicating I had received a text message. Picking up the phone, I looked and saw a...
I've tried to write all kinds of stories. Some from a particular point of view (CFNM). Some from a specific category, (i.e. masturbation). But in every case they have fantasies. Based on a kernal of truth or reality sometimes but always fantasy. This really happened. This has changed my life to the point that I don't think I will be writing much more. Realit...
* Jeff * Mom was all packed and ready to go when I arrived at her sprawling ranch house on the outskirts of town. I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek. "Where are your things?" I asked. "Already waiting in the Explorer. Come on, let's get your stuff loaded," she answered. "I thought I was driving..." "You? Behind the wheel in the snow? In a sports car?...
NOTE: This is my entry in the Literotica Valentine's Day Contest, and it is a tale of loving sex between two gay men who have formed a stable relationship in San Francisco's Castro District. If stories about this kind of activity disgust or irritate you, you should probably stop reading now. * Paul Porter, known to most friends as Pauletta, loves his life...
To new readers: Sorry, this chapter isn't going to make very much sense if you haven't yet read the rest of Backstage Romance. To all the readers of Backstage Romance who voted, commented, and sent me e-mails letting me know how much they've enjoyed this story: Thank you so very, very much. I'm truly sorry it's taken me so long to get back to them. The las...
God it felt good! My jeans so fucking tight! Hugging my ass cheeks, hugging my balls and cock. Almost gripping them. I sauntered into the store, and felt the cool, cold surface underneath my barefeet. Any surface felt good tonight. Walking barefoot Over a bit of grass, cold cement, sensual black tarmac. Such a hot and enticing feeling. A sensuality as potent...
Please note that whilst this event occurred I have used some licence with details such as the safe sex or lack there of. My Miss had been ill for some time and as I'm an utter randy slut she sent me to Steamworks to 'Get Hammered and don't return until you've been fucked every way!' I prepared, shaved, cleaned out, really deep, cock-ring, poppers and a cou...
I'll never forget that feeling, the first time I had a cock up my arse. That thrilling dull ache that says "You're being fucked, mate." That incredible feeling of a rigid presence inside me, performing a taboo act that is almost breathtaking in its perceived sinfulness. His name was Wesley and he was a private security guard on the Caribbean island of Domin...
Young Billy landed in Charleston, South Carolina, by ship, at his uncle's own wharf, Brown's wharf, at the Cooper River foot of Queen Street. He was surprised to find that it was a lot warmer in Charleston in late October than it was in Massachusetts. And after coming from the more staid Boston, he was also taken with the frivolity he found here; it was the...