*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor. No. I do not want an editor. Yes it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people to keep track of, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong category, yes this is stupid shit, and yes I suck. Ju...
© 2014 by R. Keith Peck He lights up the joint he'd been fingering the moment he steps off the bus, even before the other riders dispersed Looks of horror are fired his way. Doesn't he know where this is? This isn't Denver. This isn't the inner city. This is suburbia. We're normal! A mother with a Greenpeace handbag clutched her fifth-grader's shoulder and...
[This is the story of an encounter in a public toilet with three possible endings. Endings two and three to be posted soon.] Chapter 01: Looking I was at one of the London's main train stations early on a Sunday morning on my way to work. I needed to piss. The public toilets were down some steps under the main concourse. The entrance led into a large area...
Checking my E mail yesterday I found a message from a Literotica reader, StyxVenom, asking me if I was for real. He said he enjoyed my stories but doubted them based on the difference between being dominated and enjoying cock. "I am in Anaheim tonight, staying at the Disney Hotel. If you're real, get back with me and I'll see if you're as good as you say y...
First a caveat; I am not gay, although after reading my story, you will probably disagree. Prior to the experience I am shamefully recollecting here, I have never been with a man, I have never wanted to be with a man, and I assumed I would never be with a man. My marriage is above average and I have two great kids, a good job, and am working to build a nice...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** "Come on dad... just a few more steps. Let's get you in bed." My son said to me as he led me to my bed. I had fallen off a ladder just hours earlier and fractured my left arm and spraining the right one. I also twisted my left ankle pretty badly. I will be on bed rest for a few da...
The protagonist in this story, though an avid participant, intellectually, is physically a victim of a limited consent sex act, therefore, If you disapprove of limited consent stories DO NOT READ further. * * * I was standing at the urinal in a gas station one day, my sweats pulled part way down, when it occurred to me I should probably be in a stall if I...
It was a hot day and the temp was up near ninety and the humidity was also pretty bad. I had been riding for about two hours and decided it was time for a break. Up a head on the right I saw a gas station convenience store so I pulled in. After topping off my gas tank I went inside and got a cold bottle of water. As I headed back out to the bike another gent...
The changing rooms at the gym are a funny place, in that it's the only place you see other men naked, and it is all supposed to be innocent -- we're all men together and yes we have knobs and pubic hair and buttocks, but that's irrelevant. Personally I don't pay much attention. But one day there was a guy in there who I had seen doing some weights but not re...
Now you probably shouldn't arrange anything with an anonymous dude over the internet but, boy, is it hot! The illicit, explicit communication that sees you expose yourself, not physically, but sexually and emotionally in a way that seems to be extraordinarily harder in person. It's so erotic. And then there's the anticipation of carrying out your arrangement...