My name is Alex Givet, I'm 23 with only a mother and a sister left, I have my Masters and just graduated a few months ago. I was born and raised in Chicago, taught to treat everyone equally and with respect. Too bad that once someone loses my respect they get the mean side of me, but we'll come to that later. Unfortunately not everyone was raised with the sa...
Although right to be proud, Tony wasn't a champion in either the length or girth department, so I managed to go down on him to the hilt and rise to the rim of his bulb and go down on him again in rapid succession in a reverse cowboy, which he seemed to appreciate a lot. My revolve move had him moaning. He was flat on his back on his bed in his balcony cabin,...
I am a cock and cum slut. I truly mean that. I cannot get enough of men's cock. Morning, noon, and night, I love servicing hard, throbbing, dripping cocks, and feeling them fuck my throat until they shoot their warm creamy loads down my eager, waiting gullet. Of course, it is no surprise that this overwhelming desire makes me naturally submissive. Over the y...
"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...
My name is Jacob, but all my friends call me Jake. I've always been a big guy. By the time I was a freshman in high school I was 6'8" tall. At that time, I found out it was easy for me to put on lots of muscle. I proceeded to work out and by the time I graduated I weighed 280 pounds of solid muscle. My size made me the star football player in high school and...
[Author's Note: This chaptered novel was originally tagged as running to 15 chapters, but a chapter of the original was split in two for Literotica postings, so there will be 16 chapters. Thus, this is not the final chapter that will post.] * "Ricky? Is that really you?" "Yes, Mom, it's me. I'd doin' fine, Mom. Trying to get settled. I want you to come ou...
Chapter 8. The walk back home gave him plenty of time to think about the stuff brewing in his life. On more than one occasion, he stuck his hand into his rear pocket where he'd put the picture to reassure himself that it was still there. Thinking of the picture reminded him of the dagger which he'd hidden behind a washer in the apartment laundry room. "I'd...
In the near distance, the lilting voice of Ping—Tranquility—supported by strums on his lute, set the mood in the summer pavilion, where the heat of the two young men added to the warm, humid breeze wafting down the Yangtze River and whispering up to the nanleshijia—the male pleasure house—setting the bamboo shoots screening the summer pavilion swaying and ad...
sal's collar woke him up. sal wondered what he should do. he would know exactly how to wake Master Max up, but not sure what Bill would want. sal knelt by the bed, head bowed. The picture of the attentive slave. sal had been that way for a while when Bill roused himself and looked over. "Get up here and kiss my cock." Bill tossed the covers aside revealing h...
Thanks to those who chose to review and/or rate previous chapters. I really appreciate seeing what people think of my story, even when they're providing criticisms or suggestions on how to make it better. I hope the name mixing up is not an issue with this chapter, I've read and re-read it several times. Also, I will have probably 3, maybe 4 more chapters af...