***This story is fictional although some of the experiences including joining the military are accurate. This is my first in a series of stories and I would appreciate any comments, feedback and suggestions.*** The door had been opened and I knew that no matter how much I wished it hadn't things would never be the same again. It all happened the last weeke...
Alex was desperate to get off the farm, but it was the only thing he knew, the only trade he had. How he longed to escape to the city, but what would he do there, he wondered. At twenty three he still looked eighteen with his clear blue eyes and shiny blond hair and freckled nose. He had a slender twenty eight inch waist but surprisingly broad shoulders, wi...
"Want to see something really cool?" Ralph asked. Ralph and I were sitting on the bench seat from an old pickup in the hayloft of the barn behind his parent's house. Suburban sprawl had invaded the old farm's land and the barn was a disused relic of the rural past. The hayloft was a nice private space where Ralph and I could hide out and talk about importa...
Diego stepped through the automatic doors of Rain Down Temple; what passed for a holistic temple in rural North Dakota. He leaned on his cane, the pain in his back was always worse after a long drive. As he looked around he noticed the retail space was primarily a marijuana dispensary. For a Catholic man in his late forties, it was not a place he ever though...
Victor grunted as he pushed up and pulled down the dumbbell. I was standing behind the dumbbell rest as his spotter. "So when do I meet him?" he grunted out. I looked down at him, confused, "Who?" "You know who, your new boyfriend," he pushed the dumbbell all the way up and I helped him place it on the rest. He sat up and turned to me, "I've met your last...
This is a continuation of "He was My Boss" Chapters 1 & 2. Reading those will provide background as how my life underwent such drastic change. ***** Having had a short but intense education in male/male intimacy during the summer following my high school graduation, I was now leaving home for the first time. Thoroughly sexually confused I would now be goin...
I almost had to laugh at the incongruity of it. Hardy had patiently waited for me to neatly fold my clothes and had even brushed the dust off a stack of mats in the exercise room behind the Porterville High School gym before he'd wrestled me to a mat and incapacitated me while he got his dick inside me. It was all so unnecessary, him having me belly over a m...
Tucker Singleton stopped in mid stride toward the back of the courtroom, making the man who was following him run into him. "Uh, sorry," the man said. Tucker just nodded a distant recognition. Tucker always floated a bit above the normal press of the "little" people. In this instance, though, his attention had gone to the new line of defendants shuffling i...
Author's Note: This story told in,"Becoming a Cock Slut" a two part series, my first submissions to Literotica was based on actual experiences from my life in the late 1960's. This story is a scenario that I have fantasized about, but has not yet happened. Maybe someday.... I am a 70 year old man who has fond memories of my late teens. It was a safer tim...
This is a fiction story about a mature man's experiences with gay sex. ***** Several months after I became a widower, I took stock of my situation. I was living alone in a small rural community, 30 minutes or so from one of the large metroplexes on the river. The last few years had been filled with doctor appointments, hospital stays, outpatient treatments...