Bearing No Relationship To The Jean-Luc Godard Film Of The Same Name... When we arrive at the Chateau, it takes my breath away. It's an amazing place of turrets and ivy-framed balconies, set in its own private grounds, like something from an exotic tourist brochure. Once there, Paul and I spend most of the time naked, obviously because that's the required...
Some 30 years ago I wrote, with pen and paper, a long history of my gay sexual experiences, from my first sexual fumblings -- right up to the day of writing. Then I added events and chapters as they happened for the next ten years or so, ceasing only when time and freedom ran out and then I found out all about computers so I transferred everything into elect...
The lad grinned across at me, pleased for the lift. I wasn't going exactly where he wanted, but I could take him to a motorway junction twenty miles short without too much of a detour. He'd have to sort himself out from there: either stand in the cold with his thumb sticking out, like he had before I pulled up, or otherwise pay for a bus. He didn't look lik...
CHAPTER 2: ABREACTION The night Coach Henry Jacobs of Jefferson Davis High was living out his fantasies with Asad Udovicic, the school's star quarterback, Anthony Breslin had been the same thing he was doing now- furiously masturbating to his own. On the whole, Anthony's erotic longings were quite a few shades less disturbing than the Coach's. Breslin ha...
"I'm not a deadbeat." Asad said. Coach Henry Jacobs stood looking at the teenage boy, jaw clenched, his brawny arms folded across his chest. His green-hazel eyes were hard as slate giving him the forbidding appearance of a bald eagle. This had been arguing for some time now in his office, and Asad was going to be late for his AP Philosophy class. It was a...
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The little office was cramped and cluttered, and the tall ginger youth who seemed to be in charge had to move a few boxes of disposable coffee cups aside before he could shut the door. Once we were alone I could tell how nervous he was: he'd clearly never had to deal with a problem like me on one of his shifts. His name badge announced that he was called El...
The boy had no real name. He was the tanner's get, below even the whore's runts, responsible for soaking the hides in urine. The tanner called the child "Boy," long after the boy had left childhood behind. The town was large enough that most forgot to which tannery the young man belonged; everyone called him "the tanner's boy" for so long that it became his...
I use the phrase 'boy panties' when referencing guy's underwear because I can't write one story without my favorite word, panties, in it. So, no, they're not actual panties... Or are they? "Hey, Charlie. I have to tell you something and I need you to promise you won't be mad," Reese said when his girlfriend answered the phone and greeted him. "Uh oh, what...
If you think you might enjoy this real life effort from me could I suggest that you read my first two real life submissions? In my first Literotica effort I wrote about an affair with an older woman, Muriel. From day one I have had a thing for older women, my first being when I was 17 with a firecracker hot 46 year old neighbor that I had known since I was e...