It was the third Sunday of the month, one of my favourite days. It was market day. I walked around the market, a field where dozens of stalls had been set up to sell goods of all kinds. There was a park at one end of the field where children laughed and played. People wandered around lazily with their families, many with dogs, talking and inspecting the ware...
I'd met Marco, a curious straight boy and Robert, a stern older man, at a party at my friend Carlo's place. I'd given Marco a blow job after the party and the next Robert had fucked me and pissed down my throat, then left me tied up with a butt plug up my ass while he went out bar hopping with Carlo. He left me feeling incredibly frustrated and horny as he...
Chapter Thirty-three Martin the tutor The new Martinmas term saw Martin begin his undergraduate teaching. He had had a brief induction of three days just before term began, which consisted mainly of him learning the fixed etiquette of the Camford tutorial and being warned of the dangers facing tutors who developed close relationships with their students. H...
Matt lay across his bed and stared up at the ceiling. Mitchell had just left after collecting the last of his belongings and he was now all alone. It had been two weeks since Matt had walked in on his boyfriend of two years having sex with Ben, a mutual friend who they'd both gone to university with. Matt thought back to that day when he had let himself into...
All characters are 18 years or older. I appreciate your feedback in the comments. Thank you for reading my story. ***** The realization upon awakening that I was not alone in bed brought with it the weight of more than the left leg, arm, and head laying on top of me. This other weight was a force beyond the basic gravity of his mass. It was the paral...
This is another departure for me, a single story, no chapters. As always, I like hearing from readers. ***** I was lucky enough to have a "clerk summer," which was a third summer for law students lucky enough to land prestigious clerkships. I was spending mine in Chicago, interning for the nation's most litigious law firm. I needed a place to live. I fl...
When Marty did ask me over, I was prepared, although I wondered if the minimalist Speedo I had bought and not yet worn would give too obvious of a signal that I was ready. I had always been curious about that lifestyle, and I couldn't get the images of the other night out of my mind. I had visions of finding Neal there, waiting for me. I think that's what p...
The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid to probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and consensual sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues with queer po...
PART SEVEN -- UNIMAGINABLE "Welcome to Chapter Seven of Underwear, the novel cycle with possibly the longest gestation period on Literotica. (I'm sure someone will correct me if that's not the case) I began writing these stories about three years ago and they're finally beginning to metamorphose into the series that readers have been demanding. A real, prop...
I was sitting outside the cottage door, just in my shorts, wondering if the farmer who had rented the rustic Cotswold cottage with the thatched roof and the rose trellis beside the door to me for two weeks had misinterpreted my offer. It hadn't been in so many words, but I think I had been clear enough in my nonverbal delivery. But maybe not. Maybe signaling...