Are you obsessed with gay sex? Come on, tell me the truth. Do you get all worked up at the very mention of it? Does the thought of a man fucking another man turn you on? Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to be the first to admit that I am completely obsessed with doing it with the guys. My name is Roger Stanley and gay sex is my addiction. It's my favorite...
This is the first story I wrote for Literotica, and after 10,000 reads, its time to edit it a little... so here goes. Please feel free to comment or share your similar experiences. This story is true, as are all my stories so far, drawn from a time when I was one goddam randy kid. I did not, at the time, think that I was much different from anyone else, but...
I am John Doe, generally your average straight guy except I haven't been able to keep a steady girlfriend. I'm fairly handsome with a nice sharp jawline, my Pale Caucasian skin, Blond hair, and Blue eyes all suit me handsomely as well Instead they all break up with me saying that I am just the worst fuck they've ever had. I'd be inclined to laugh them off ex...
"I will try my best to make it for the meeting. I hope they put me on to the next available flight Sir." I said to my boss with a serious tone before I hung up and fell on my hotel bed, exasperated at the events of the day. I checked my watch and it was 10 Pm. I made one last effort to sit up and dial a number. "Hi honey, how are you doing? I am still in Na...
"Hello, you must be Shayne. I'm Mr. Caldwell's boy, Jerome. Come on in. I'll take your bag to your room. He's out beyond the great room, in the pool. Go on back." With that welcome, I entered the world of Ted Caldwell, retired supposed master spy, the man I'd been sent to the New Jersey shore to interview over the weekend for Spy magazine. I hadn't been loo...
Who'd ever imagine I would be doing something with an older guy, nigh on 20 years my senior? But Greg was a lovely guy and I shall never regret what we dot up to in his garden shed whilst his Mrs. was asleep in the house, "I hate to say it Peter, I still do love her but sexually she has past her best." Greg had employed my once a week as a jobbing gardener...
I serve them salad in white ceramic dishes. Without dressing. Magister Vance reaches out to the clasp of the short pleated white kirtle I'm wearing. He waits, allowing my refusal as protocol demands, for everything here is done through humility and consent. Naturally, as etiquette dictates, I allow his hands free rein. He unclasps the belt, and I inhale, ho...
The Conclusion I woke up in darkness. It was 1:00am Sunday morning and someone's hands were playing with my naked ass. It felt so good that I just moaned and put my head back on the pillow, allowing my eyes to adjust to the darkness and to bask in the feeling that was centered on my butt. As I was doing this a shadowy silhouette moved to the side of the bed...
Massachusetts State Trooper Pierre Guillot walked through the halls of the Massachusetts State Police Academy. The New Braintree facility was teeming with students. Young men and women who wanted to become police officers. He smiled, remembering his days at the Academy. He lived in the school dorms for five days a week and only went home on the weekends. He...
Dear Readers: Herein concludes my reminiscence. But trust me, it's really impossible to read this 3rd chapter without the context of the first two. --JamesonX I may have awoken that second morning with the sweet sense of no longer being entirely alone in the world, but I awoke with plenty of anxiety, too. As I looked over at the sleeping face of Jacob: hi...