Continental Breakfast I woke, or to be more accurate, I was awoken, on the morning of my actual birthday by the sound of the chain-tracked hotel curtains being yanked apart. The room lightened to a misty grey, the setting moon bouncing silvery-white light off the snow from the previous evening's blizzard and mixing with the faded yellow street lamps from th...
All participants are 18 or over. ***** I walked into Vance's apartment building with wary trepidation. The last time I'd been here, my life was completely changed. I was drugged and unconscious in his apartment when the man called Vance tattooed the word CUMSLUT across my forehead. For a while, I had little memory of that night, but I sure had made some...
The first 10 chapters were from my perspective, of Jason Randall. A mid-thirties married guy. The next 2 chapters are from the perspective of my boss, late 30s gay Scott Banks. Enjoy. -------------------------- Scott's Perspective: I finished up at the convention and went back to my hotel. Marcus was waiting for me. My balls felt heavy and I wanted to drop...
** A note to readers: This is a fairly long story broken up into chapters, so there is no immediate sex. If that's what you're after then you're better off looking somewhere else. A word of warning- I am Australian and this piece is set in Australia, so forgive any differences in spelling, word choice or vernacular, or anything else that might seem irregul...
PART SIX – WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT By Josh and Sadie Rose © 2005 "Ahhh, sun sea and sex... our favourite combination. What starts off as a potentially uncomfortable endeavour quickly turns out to be anything but... except perhaps for Rayne, but he's not complaining. Much!" ***AS EVER... IF THIS STORY SHOWS UP ANYWHERE BUT LITEROTICA.COM IT HAS, UNLESS O...
Chapter 1 - The Journey Begins My name is Jono Banks this is my story of discovery on my journey home. First I should tell you a bit about myself. I try to live life by a short list of rules that yes, I frequently violate, often to my detriment: 1. There is a God. 2. I am not God. 3. Answer all questions in brevity. Don't babble, or offer extra informat...
The one regret that changed everything. It was eight o'clock in the morning and the contractors were back to work, filling my house with the obnoxious noise of renovations. I crumpled my pillow into a ball and shoved my face into it as I let out a frustrated cry. Lately, I'd been spending most nights with Aaron since my house is basically nothing but bones...
Thanks for your kind comments on chapter 1. 2 * * * * * * I had a few moments when things started to become clearer, but I slipped back into sleep each time. Eventually though I woke properly and started to look around me. My brain seemed fogged and I wondered how much damage the wall had done. At least if I could think like that it was positive. I was in...
STOP: It is highly recommended that the reader peruse Chapter I and 2 before Chapter 3. * By the time Neal and Jeff returned, both in cut off jeans and t shirts, Howard had built a huge tower of buckwheat pancakes. The last of a dozen sausages were simmering in the pan, and the Cuisinart™ was pumping out grapefruit juice at a pint a minute. "Mmm," both g...
The next day brought little change to Natham's condition. He was still heavily medicated but had stopped hissing at the staff and let them touch him in order to help him without being sedated. I sat with him for a few hours. He kept waking up when I shifted but after a quick check to make sure I was still there, he would knead my hand caught between his, pur...