[This is the second chapter of a story I began to write. But whoops! The first chapter, "The Poling," was rejected by Literotica because it focused too exclusively on a young man's being tormented with no redeeming erotic pleasure. I had figured to begin that with chapter 2. Perhaps if this comes first, then chapter 1, as part of the story, will be acceptabl...
My friend Craig called me up out of the blue, wanting to go out for a drink. Craig was a friend I had known for years (strictly platonic. He liked men more than I did), and he had decided I needed to get out of my house, where I had been holed up for a while. I hadn't really wanted to go out that night. I was tired, not having slept well recently. My boyfri...
When we first moved into our apartment there lived a young couple directly across the hall. They were nice but we really only knew them to say hi and goodbye. About 3 months later they moved out and the apartment stayed vacant for a couple of weeks. Then a single guy move into that apartment. He appeared to be in his mid 20's, good looking, blonde about 6'...
Prologue Horst Wessel considered himself a brave man. He seldom experienced fear, having become adept at avoiding situations likely to put him to the test. Instead, he sought those which guaranteed him power, and exploited them to the utmost. Tonight though, things had not begun well. Not well at all. As he left the tenement in which he lived, there had b...
1 Another business week was closing out. It was always hectic on Friday afternoons. No one wants to work over the weekend so there was always a mad scramble to finish work. It was these days that made desk work feel so dreadful. Not even Mondays compare to this. At least they give you no prospect of anything but work so you feel obligated to finish it with...
This really happened. It was Saturday night, my last night of spring break, and I was feeling decidedly odd. I was drunk, I was out in a bar, and I was wondering – should I pick someone up tonight? I was influenced by a few different factors. First, the guy I had been seeing, though not "officially," had completely stopped talking to me last Wednesday. Aft...
Vickie ran away from home because her stepdad had a hard-on. This was the thought she had standing on the side of Route 29, her thumb hitched out like a question mark. In her daypack: the other miniskirt, two pair of panties, a pair of jeans, a couple of t-shirts, a wool Mexican poncho, Billy's grey hiking socks, a toothbrush, a bottle of Prell, a baggie of...
Every year around my birthday, my chiropractor's office sends me a postcard offering me a free treatment. This year's card had been sitting in a drawer in the kitchen for a couple of weeks when I came across it and realized I needed to use it soon, before it expires. I wasn't in any pain, but figured I was probably due for a general tune up. I planned to be...
It was a beautiful late summer day. The sky was clear and the bright sun still hung high in the crystal the sky. Over the past few years it had become an annual tradition for five friends to get together for a camping trip in the Adirondack Mountains before the end of the summer. As they grew older and had more responsibilities it became harder for the fiv...
Chapter One – Meet Cute Elle and I sat below the Santa Monica pier as Pacific Park goers walked above us. The air around us carried sounds of the arcade games, laughter and screams, the roar of the rollercoaster some distance away. The waves steadily rolled in and covered our bare legs, rinsing off dried sand back into the ocean. The water glistened on the...