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With the federal government cutting back on anything not paying for itself, National Parks are extremely short of Rangers and staff. After reaching full social security age and getting Medicare in front of my own insurance, I am fully retired.
My plan will be executed no matter what. I paid cash for a small camper. I hooked it to my small truck for National Parks tour. I knew I wanted to see Bryce Canyon. When I googled things to see between me and there, there were many. I discovered National Parks I'd ...

Things had been a little stressful on the home front. Two kids, an unhappy wife, an endless string of home repairs, and a job that thinks work-life balance was a yoga position. With everything going on, the wife and I had been too stressed or tired almost every night, and we hadn't had sex in nearly a month. Aside from jerking it during my morning shower, I'd gotten no relief and would find myself snapping at people over nothing, my wife most of all....

Sorry everyone that it took me so long to write this. I struggled with this one, but it's finally to a place I feel good about. It's my first attempt at a sequel, so be gentle. I hope you enjoy.
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I finally made it back to my hotel room.
I had escaped from Hunter, barely, by using someone else's towel. Luckily, the maids had been in the room, so it didn't matter that I didn't have a key. I couldn't believe everything that just happened. I had to think. Hunter still had that video of me. No tel...

He's already here. His boots strike the stone floor with a final weight -- no echo, just impact. Each step lands like a stamp of authority, carved into silence.
Nothing about him drifts. Nothing wavers. He's all set, all closed -- not a wrinkle out of place, not a breath wasted. A man sealed. A verdict walking....

Author's note: This is a new story I thought I'd start publish here. It's a special one for me, so I hope that you, readers who are already familiar with my work, as well as new readers, will like it. It's meant to be more than just the usual love story you might have come to expect from me, although there will be plenty of love in it, along with heartache and drama. It contains themes such as bi-awakening, friends to lovers, and second chances....

Harry lay on his back in the center of his king bed, his thick legs splayed apart and his little penis erect. This position, supine, was the only one in which his erection actually extended past his pubic fat roll. Having thrown back the covers in his sleep, he came awake flexing his little hard-on as the cool air could be felt on the skin of his dick, something he rarely ever felt anymore since his shame was usually sunk deep in warm lard. Harry rolled over and his hand snaked back to his massive ass-crack...

This is a work of fiction between consenting adults. Characters are pure fiction. Any resemblance between anyone alive and someone appearing in this story is purely coincidence. If it is illegal to read this where you live, please don't.
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In September 2009, I made a quick beeline to Palm Springs to see Marcus get married. This was a long time coming, as he and I became friends when I lived in Los Angeles ten years prior after a miserable encounter between us. He liked black guys, and I had a thing for older, black men which made us connect, but the sex was horrible, and we learned we were better suited as platonic friends than guys with big dicks who wanted to hookup....

You're sitting at your new desk, busying yourself with paperwork, Your phone buzzes and you answer it. Your new boss's voice comes through, mature, full of confidence:
"Could I see you in my office?" It sounds like you you have a choice, you are sure you don't.
Your heart rate spikes. You expected this, of course--there's always an orientation welcome, a walk-through, or a little speech about culture at every new job....

Saturday afternoon, I'd told my wife I was visiting my cousin across town. It was a safe enough lie. My wife, Ruth, did not like my cousin or his wife. Trailer Park trash she called them. Maybe they were, maybe they weren't. I didn't judge. Whatever they were, they were the perfect alibi.
I had arrived at Master Chas and Allan's condo as instructed at 2pm, undressed, folded my clothes neatly and left them on the small side table. I walked naked down the corridor and paused at the entrance to the open pla...

Story contents:
This episode is focused highly on edging, and teasing.
I awoke to an empty bed, a food-like scent carrying itself all the way from the kitchen to my sleepy nose. I sniffed the air, slowly leaning up in bed and checking the time.
8:03.
In the morning.
My eyes went full moon wide, I threw the covers aside. Well shit, I was two hours late on the second day. Why the hell didn't I set an alarm?...

Wow. 21 years since my first story. It's wild to think how much can change, and how some hungers never go away. If anything, they grow deeper, sharper, more honest with time. This is a story for all the friends I've made here on Lit. You know over 21 years my hunger for cock would only grow. Enjoy.
My name is Eric. My wife, Lisa, is everything. Smart, sharp, fit as hell, and more confident now at 45 than she was at 28. We've always had great sex, dirty talk, late-night confessions whispered half-drunk in...

Eager to prove himself, Kyle has always wanted to go on a risky undercover mission. Finally, the police department has found the perfect job for him. The straight jock will have to play the role of a male stripper to infiltrate a drug cartel. Little does he know that this is only the beginning of his (hot) journey....

Author Note: This is a Black, urban, queer story written in AAVE (African American Vernacular English). Language is authentic to the characters. Don't like it? Don't read it.
Game nights as an adult have become my favorite day of the week. Smoke cascaded through the living room, and "Timeless" by The Weeknd featuring Playboi Carti boomed through the surround sound....

Ray's Story - Part 2
Driving home from my first meeting with my new Master's Allan and Chas, I wasn't sure how I felt. Am I be embarrassed, ashamed, disgusted with myself for cheating on my wife? Or was I elated, excited, relieved that my fantasy had become reality and that I had loved every second of it. My cock twitching in my pants gave me the answer....

We enter the airplane and move towards the back, slowly finding our seats. My boyfriend Jax booked these seats, tucked away in the back corner. We're on our way to the Cayman Islands for our first vacation together. Our relationship is still fairly new, seeing each other for the last 6 months has been incredible. He makes me feel free to be my true self....

This story contains GAY INCEST and non-incest GAY SEX. If this is not your thing, please close this story and look elsewhere.
I have tried to cut down on my usual extensive bullshit that leads up to the good stuff, but there needs to be some - otherwise it's not an erotic story, it's a porn video highlights reel. Which is fine in its way, of course. But it's not what I'm going for....

Bzzzzzzzz
Bzzzzzzzz
"Harder daddy, pleaseeeeeee, I need your cock so badddddd," the computer blared.
Sam sped up with his left hand and pushed it deeper inside. Bzzzzzzz. Slap slap slap. As she moaned, Sam's cock strained in his hand. Bzzzzzzz. Sam started pumping the dildo in and out. "Pleaseeeeee baby, show me I'm yours." Sam pushed the dildo as far as it would go, praying for just one more inch. As they came together onscreen, Sam started grinding his ass against his hand. "Mmmmm," he moaned, fe...

Chapter 2
1 week to the day after my starring role in a 4-man blow bang... there was really no other way to describe it, my phone rang. I was heading home from the store in the middle of the afternoon. Rain had been falling but was now gone as the sun broke through the clouds and the skies lightened. I was feeling pretty good. I had been spending quite a bit of time thinking about what happened to me the week before. I was even dreaming about the whole experience....

After a repressive adolescence, when I became independent I decided to experiment with life.
I was a regular buyer for an erotic newspaper, which ran a classifieds section that never failed to get my imagination running, and it was there that I found an ad from a fellow who lived in my vicinity. After a few days thinking about whether or not to contact him - working up the courage, I confess - it was in a fit of madness that I picked up the phone and sent a very short, very crude text message....

In a few hours, there would be a party. A retirement party, held for a guard that had worked for the Langleys for decades. Apparently, he was even friends with Amelia's deceased husband, the late "Duke John Langley III of Milhurst". Ray had seen pictures of him before, but it was hard to believe anyone could make friends with, let alone marry, a man as imposing as he was. The Duke, that is. Cecil the guard was the opposite of imposing. Tiny and frail, with big, wet eyes and a slow, shambling walk. How he ma...

(Part II to "Straight Boy at a Wedding")
So... if you're here, you're probably wondering what went down after the wedding. I'm truly sorry to disappoint, but... it's not much.
I guess my porn viewing did become a little more risqué after that night. BDSM -- that sort of stuff. And I may or may not have purchased one of those cheap, silicone "prostate massager" things on Amazon....

A Trucker's Toy
This series highlights a bi man who always got off receiving but never giving. That's about to change.
Chapter 1
I was driving along I-40 on my way back from a conference in Memphis passing the time alternately switching from blaring music to audiobooks to yelling at the news stations. It was a clear spring afternoon and I was feeling pretty good. I spent a lot of time on the road then and it had become routine and mundane. Somewhere around Knoxville I started seeing signs for an ad...

"See, if you have a multivariate function and you need help in finding the highs and lows... maxima and/or minima... come on guys, you know, this was on the worksheet I gave you." I couldn't concentrate well... too much going on. I know Professor Goldberg has already seen me using my phone too many times but it's just straight up disrespectful to him... I want to stop but... Andrew... why do you have to do this? "Richard? Mr. Deakin?" Shit....

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The next day I was determined to get out of the house before my Mom woke up. I made breakfast for my little brothers, hopped on my bike and headed over to Dwight's. With 3 younger brothers and 2 older sisters my Mom needed all the help she could get. Of course, I had a drivers license, we just couldn't afford my own car....

I was working in Atlanta that week and decided to have dinner with an old work colleague, Chuck. He was in town for just one more evening, but we decided to meet up before he headed out. We met at a pub not too far from where I was staying. We planned on a couple drinks and some appetizers just to catch up. He was leaving early in the morning so we made it an early evening....

⚠️ Author's Note:
This is the chapter where Ishaan stops pretending.
No denials. No excuses.
Just surrender, one scene at a time.
On stage, he dances.
In the bathroom, he begs.
And in the mirror, he finally sees what he is.
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The room was still dark when Ishaan stirred....

Someone was talking but Jason was thinking about his cum streaking across Wesley's tongue.
"Calling Planet Hollywood. Come in, Planet Hollywood," said the voice.
His sister Aubrey snapped her fingers in front of his eyes and Jason refocused on the scene in front of him.
Interior. Suburban Living Room - Night....

I wrote about my cock-sucking fantasy six years ago and it finally happened, and with another married, cock-craving man.
I put my fantasy out there and the Lit community responded with their usual support, lustful comments, and call for more details. Thank you! I felt a sense of relief, and heightening desire, after sharing how much I wanted to suck a cock. I'm married, happily, and love women. I'm not "gay" but there's just something about wanting a cock in my mouth....

Harry was hoisted up like prey on Justin's massage table. His fat white ass, slick with oil, was, in this moment, the inflamed terminus of every nerve in his body. He felt the flow of air from the cold air conditioner blowing across his fat behind, and he could see in the computer monitor below exactly what was happening to it. His masseur spoke softly and slowly to him while holding his thumb firmly implanted in Harry's asshole, rooted and immovable....