Part of the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong === "I ran into Guy Leeson at the petrol station the other day, Jake." "Did you, now?" he said with a suggestive smirk. He grabbed the remote control and turned the volume down on the football match we were watching on TV. My son didn't usually turn the TV down when I had something to say: if g...
This story is a collaboration with my editor William Burroughs (Literotica name). William and I thought it would be fun to write a story via email. William wrote the part of Paul, and I wrote Henry. Hope you enjoy, and always we would love your comments. "Art Center" is a work of fiction, and unfortunately is not autobiographical. ***** Paul: Seduction i...
A black leather gloved hand crawls like a spider up my leg, leaving in it's wake a trail of tingling flesh. It lingers to caress the muscles of my inside thigh before a single leather finger slips between my ass cheeks, stealing softly towards my asshole. A dark figure leans in close, his hot breath scorches my skin as he whispers, "Who owns your ass?" My...
Danny looked down at the man between his legs, his back arched as he felt the darker man's lips on his lower body. His white wings stretched out as far as they could go without popping out of his back and taking flight all on their own. He knew his master would rip them out if he had known where he was. He was supposed to be watching his charge and protectin...
She watched him through the peep hole as he sat quietly at the end of the bench, fear and uncertainty in his eyes, and yet his desire painted upon his face. She could almost imagine the short anxious breathes he was drawing as he sat in the room battling hard against the urge to flee. Charlotte smiled to herself at what was to come. She had seen many young...
Email 1 Good Morning Hun How are you? I am lonely wishing you were here next to me naked of course so I could share with you my though about the both of us. So we could make out using our mouths and tongues to explore each others bodies. I would kiss your neck move down to your chest then to your belly button, swirl my tongue around it as you softly moan....
When my emotions become overwhelming, I rush to set down my thoughts. I never know where they are going. For most of my life, I have not had a plan...not one that I actually followed, that is. Now, with the years advancing upon me, there is a real urgency to finally set one goal, and work to achieve it. I will not die alone. I am through with being alone -...
"Why can't we stay outside the gates like before?" Tate asked, for what felt like the hundredth time. "Because there are bandits outside the gates and they'll attack us. Now stop worrying Shantran, there's room enough for the entire tribe inside, especially during a festival." Tate didn't say anything else but Lukas knew how tormented the younger man felt....
I tried to turn the crotch of my gym shorts away from Mister G's gaze but he gruffly barked, "Stop squirming boy and get on with it!" My left hand went to cover my crotch but he shoved it away. There was nothing I could do to relieve the embarrassment I felt from the older man's lust-fueled eyes staring at my boner poking out the nylon material of the short...
This is a continuation of my experiences from my first year out of College. There are references to the previous story but aren't necessary to enjoy this story. I hope you enjoy. ***** It was the first week of June and it was beginning to look like it would be a long hot summer. My friend Tomas was gone until Labor Day and I had no prospects for a girlfrie...