This is a copyrighted work of fiction written by Tucker McCallahan. All rights reserved by Tucker McCallahan. If you are reading this story anywhere but at Literotica or the author's personal blog then it has been posted without permission. Please report plagiarism to: tuckermccallahan-at-gmail-dot-com. * The problem with fucking in the men's room at Harve...
The men had met in an online chat room. They were exploring, and curious about their sexuality. They had no idea that they already knew each other. But that's where it all began. They had been talking back and forth for about two months now, and sending each other pictures depicting sexual content. Soon, they started to plan out a meeting so they could meet...
The night has gone quite splendidly. I am up forty bucks from our weekly poker get together. There's forty bucks my wife June, will never know about. Maybe I'll even tell her I lost twenty. It's not that there's a problem, It's just nice to have some playing around money. As I gather the stinking ashtrays flowing over with cigar and cigarette buts, stick my...
Note: All sexually involved characters in this story are Eighteen years of age or older. There is a young, gay boy, 15 year old Fernando, whose father has kicked him out (which happens way too often in real life) and CPS (Child Protective Services) have placed him with foster parents, a married straight couple. There is no direct, or implied, sexual activity...
*This story contains scenes of gay incest.* ***** It had gotten to the point where I hated to leave home in the morning and couldn't wait to get back at night. In between, my dick stayed permanently half hard from thinking about my son, Bobby. His ass hole was insatiable, always willing and able to have my big dick penetrate it. Since I had started fucki...
Disclaimer: The story is a complete work of fiction and story contains erotic situations between consenting adults, sometimes of the same gender. If it is illegal for you to read this please leave now. Any resemblance between the characters and any real life person is completely coincidental. Please do not copy or distribute the story without the author's...
The downtown bar scene was pretty good that night. I drank my share, danced with a half-dozen girls, any of which would have probably come home with me for some horizontal dancing, but somehow my focus wasn't really on them. After midnight, I left one bar and went to this upstairs place that had pool tables, because, as we all know, you play your best pool w...
By the time another business trip came up to cross the Atlantic, I was ready and grabbed at it. It was back to my old stomping grounds when I'd worked in that European branch—and when I'd been with Cal. And when I'd been such a wandering ass that I now couldn't forget about my sins against Cal. The trip would give me a chance to atone for my sins—to confes...
For about the millionth time Jimmy caught himself staring at the door of the Broken Saddle. With a snarl he turned on his bar stool and stared vacantly at the stage. He cussed himself for hoping that Cooper would walk through the door looking for him. It had been nearly a month since Cooper dropped him off at his house and the coward hadn't shown his face si...
"Gordon Electric," said Melanie, picking up the ringing phone. "Okay. Let me write down the address. Yeah. Okay. They'll be there between nine and ten tomorrow morning." Melanie hung up the phone and came into my office with a sheet off a pad. She handed it to me." "They need the whole house rewired," she said. I told them you'd be there between nine and te...