"MMnnnnhhhh..." Ruciel stirs slowly in his sleep. "Mnnggghhhh... Fffffffuuuck." He moans as he stretches his lithe body to as far as it can reach. His arms and legs stiffen and tremble for a second before they let loose. "Hhhhhh..." He rolls over to give his naked butt a fresh waft of air from the bed-like floor, feeling the deep and major soreness still thr...
Lindsay showed maturity beyond his years. He had grown to his full height of 184 centimetres at age 14 and had since changed from a gangly teenager to a sinewy young athlete of 19. The most surprising feature of his appearance was his face. Most people estimating his age by his appearance would guess him to be in his early teens. Rate of maturity always in...
I could hear Stella Langer braying from across the room. And the noise was getting closer, so, without turning around, I knew she was headed in my direction. I steeled myself; I wanted to have this conversation with her, but it was such a chore to keep her on topic and to see that she kept her hands to herself. She had called to tell me that she had a propo...
"Why don't you take some time to think about it?" "No, Dad. I just want to get the hell out of here." I demanded, letting my head fall back against the door. I should have known this wouldn't go over well with my father. He'd want to know reasons and I didn't want to fess up to why I was practically a sobbing mess on my dorm room floor. It was taking everyt...
This story can stand alone but will be much more enjoyable if you have read the first part; "Sorted out at the Fun House" found at my Authors site (dodge1191) on Litererotica. * I think anyone interested in reading this story realizes that I would return many times to the Fun House. It was just so erotic. About two or three times a week I would go there,...
CHAPTER THREE: On the Town One evening, as Billy and Tommy lounged watching a film, the doorbell rang. Tommy got up, turned to give Billy a kiss, then went to the door. A uniformed messenger waited in the elevator vestibule. He simply bowed and handed Tommy an envelope and retreated into a conveniently open elevator. Tommy merely blinked at this pantomime,...
This is the story of a late bloomer.....a kid that never had much to do with anything sexual all the way into his late teens. I am sure there are a lot like me out there, but most of us are too embarrassed to admit how long it took for us to reach full sexual awareness. I guess it depends on your up bringing and where you grow up and who you happen to grow u...
"What is this shit?" Bernie Wasserman grabbed up tabloids in both fists and threw them across his desk at his client, who sat slouched and defiant in a club chair on the other side of the big mahogany desk. "Those stories are exaggerated. I didn't know she was a man." "Good god, Danny," Wasserman continued to bluster. "You are playing parts of a sixteen-ye...
After we'd cleaned up from our little roll in the hay at his place, Peter Blair took me over to the Loudon County Court offices, which proved to be not more than three blocks from his old townhouse, near the major intersection where Route 7 coming out of Washington, and Route 15 coming down from Maryland at Point of Rocks converged—both old stage coach roads...
The phone rang. It was midnight. I knew it was Joel. The dreams of his absence were over. This was the reality of hearing that voice I had held silently in my throat all these years to hear. I picked up the receiver. Joel said, "It's St. Nicks and it's raining." I told him not to be a puppet again. Not to be a marionette. To stop being sad. To stop hiding...