Chapter One- Luann Luann watched the white, fluffy flakes as they filtered through her view in the blinds. It had been snowing since early morning and she was happy to be inside the warmth of Ryan’s flower shop. Her thick mock turtleneck and flannel shirt kept her warm on the outside, but inside she needed nothing extra to warm her; she was already burning...
"You got it?" Sanchez asks after a long drag on his Marlboro. His name's an affectation: he's lily white. He's Mom's sweet boy, cleans his room, does his own laundry, kisses her goodbye, sells joints and pills to highschoolers on Saturday night, then goes to Church on Sunday pretending to be sinless as starched white sheets. Typical American shyster. S...
The next-to-the-last weekend had now descended for the gang at Spirit Lake before summer ended and we scattered again to our respective colleges and "whatever" activities. Giddiness was high, which is saying something for the group of friends from the affluent Atlanta uptown district of Buckhead, but we'd been on the other edge of giddy every weekend we'd co...
"It's just for ten days—until Samuel gets back from Denver." "I realize that," Cal answered Levi Yost, the owner of the Hayden saloon. "This is Samuel's job. It's his when he gets back." "Yes, sir, I understand that." "Although I'll own that he's gettin' a little long in the tooth and some would like you instead. They'se tol' me as much. So, it's not lik...
This follows on from another story called 'The Cycle Ride'. I hope you enjoy it. ************************* After the charity cycle ride to Pitlochry and back, the memory of my sexual encounter with Graham was not far from my mind. He had awakened long-buried thoughts and desires. I got really turned on thinking about him and what we did that night. I had h...
It was still dark and storming when Evan awoke. He glanced over to find Josh still sound asleep. Leaning over, he placed a kiss on Josh's forehead, who mumbled and snuggled deeper into the bed. Smiling, Evan slipped out of bed, and pulled on a pair of sweats and shirt. Quietly, Evan made his way downstairs. The power was still out, and the candles throughou...
NOTE: This is my entry in the Literotica Valentine's Day Contest, and it is a tale of loving sex between two gay men who have formed a stable relationship in San Francisco's Castro District. If stories about this kind of activity disgust or irritate you, you should probably stop reading now. * Paul Porter, known to most friends as Pauletta, loves his life...
After a restless night, I awoke Saturday morning to a feeling of great anticipation. Just remembering the previous night's activities sent my body into immediate burn, and my cock stiffened in my shorts. Rolling onto my back, I pushed the covers down, reached into my cotton boxers and pulled my dick out. My cock is cut, standing 7" fully erect from neatly...
Inspired by Edward Albee's play/movie Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf ***** "I thought I asked you to wear the tighter shirt under your jacket, Dillon—the one with the V neck that shows off the line between your pecs so well." "Gunther Strang is the chair of the English Department, Madge. And isn't his wife the daughter of Montebello's president? I didn't...
"What other gay haunts in town have you been to?" Theo asked as they waited for their food. "None, when we moved here we were too busy with work to go out clubbing and by the time we'd got ourselves established we didn't have the inclination." Their food arrived as he finished speaking, he'd played it safe with a veggie moussaka and green salad -- he hadn'...