Showing posts with label Erotic Stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Erotic Stories. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Encounters In Space - Adult

 



Close Encounters in High Earth Orbit


Chapter 1: Weightless Desire


In the heart of the O'Neil-1 space station, suspended in the weightless expanse of zero gravity, Dr. Li Mei and Dr. Amelia found solace in each other's arms. Their bodies, unencumbered by the earth's pull, floated gently as they began their intimate dance. The soft hum of the space station's machinery provided a rhythmic backdrop to their encounter, a symphony of technology and human desire intertwined.

Li Mei, her long black hair swaying like a dark nebula around her, pulled Amelia closer.

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, a silent testament to their shared longing. The kiss deepened, their tongues intertwining in a delicate ballet as they savored the taste of each other.

The cold, sterile environment of the space station seemed to melt away, replaced by the warmth of their shared passion.

With a practiced grace born from months of isolation together, they maneuvered themselves into a 69 position. Li Mei's petite frame contrasted with Amelia's athletic build, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a cosmic puzzle. The blonde biologist's hands roamed over Li Mei's delicate form, tracing constellations on her soft skin. Li Mei, in turn, reveled in the strength of Amelia's body, her fingers exploring the firm muscles beneath her lover's skin.

Their intimacy took on a new intensity as Li Mei's anxiety about Adrian's arrival manifested in her lovemaking. Her touches became more insistent, her kisses more demanding. She ventured lower, her tongue tracing a path down Amelia's spine before dipping into the cleft of her ass. Amelia gasped, surprised by the sudden intrusion, but soon relaxed under Li Mei's skillful ministrations.

Not one to be outdone, Amelia reciprocated, her tongue mirroring Li Mei's actions. Their moans echoed through the empty space, a symphony of pleasure and desire. Their fingers found each other's pussies, sliding in with practiced ease. They moved in unison, their fingers thrusting in and out, their tongues delving deeper into each other's asses.

The tension built, their bodies trembling with anticipation. Li Mei's moans became more pronounced, her breathing ragged. With a final, desperate thrust, she climaxed, her pussy squirting out large blobs of fluid that floated weightlessly around Amelia's face.

The sight of Li Mei's orgasm pushed Amelia over the edge, her own body convulsing with pleasure as she came hard.

Sunday, June 15, 2025

Coach Made Me Do It

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Uncle Sal

 

Visiting My Uncle Sal 

 

Whenever mom and dad decided to head up the mountain to gamble in Reno, they would usually leave my sister with the neighbors and their daughters and took me to my Uncle Sal's place. It was about 20 miles up the hill from home and on their way, so it was convenient, and I liked staying with him. Uncle Sal was my uncle from my mom's side of the family; someone I had grown up with and who always treated me like I was special.

Uncle Sal was a little younger than my parents. Sure, he was an adult, but he was still enough of a kid to make me feel like I fit in with him, which helped to foster the closeness I felt with him; a near-perfect mix between paternal figure and pal.

It was hard not to like Uncle Sal. He was tall with a mop of curly blond hair and the most infectious laugh. He was quick with the jokes, and generous with horseplay and hugs, even as I grew into my teens. His hands and arms were huge, but always gentle. He rode a motorcycle whenever the weather was good and, despite my mom's protests, eventually taught me how to ride too.

Monday, June 2, 2025

My Morning Wood


Blowing My Sister's Boyfriend

Marc walked into the bathroom as I was sitting on the toilet trying to rub one out. I covered myself just in time before he saw what I was doing.

"What the fuck?!" I objected.

Guy Flipping Me Off Only Wearing White Briefs
Marc Washington

"Fuck you!" He said flipping me off. "You've been in here forever," he added. "I gotta get ready for work and all my shits in here."

I looked down at the bulge in his underwear. He smirked and grabbed himself and squeezed.

"Happy pride month," he said, calling me a slur without having too.

My Straight Buddy

 

Reconnecting With My Straight Buddy

I still think about Calvin sometimes.

 

It's been over fifteen years now, but even here in my mid-thirties, I remember that summer with such clarity and warmth.

 

This was back in 2005 - Bush had just started his second term, the world was mourning the Pope, and I had Mariah Carey's The Emancipation of Mimi on constant rotation as I flew home for summer break.

 

I'd just wrapped up junior year at UCLA, and my dad had come through with a summer internship hookup. Some friend of his ran a tech company that made microchips or something - honestly, I wasn't paying much attention to the details. I was just grateful to have summer plans when everyone else was bragging about their amazing internships and I had nothing lined up.

 

My phone buzzed the moment I landed. I flipped it open to find a text from a number I didn't recognize.

 

Hey dude, how's it going? It's Calvin Jones. Heard ur back in town.

 

Calvin Jones? Now that was a name I hadn't heard in years. We'd been tight back in junior high, but you know how it goes - people drift apart. I remembered him as this sweet, chunky kid with pale skin and hair that was always a little too greasy. He had this thing about always smelling faintly of cheese, and I wondered what had prompted him to reach out after all this time. How had he even gotten my number?

 

Hi Calvin! Yeah, I'm back, just landed actually. What's up? Nice to hear from you.

 

I pocketed my phone and headed through customs. While waiting at baggage claim, another text came through.

 

Came across ur MySpace page and saw that ur in UCLA. That's rad, man. Wanna catch up? I'm free this weekend.

 

I'll admit, I felt a little skeptical. Random texts from old junior high friends usually meant someone was selling something - Tupperware, makeup, insurance. But Calvin had always been genuinely nice, and I've never been good at saying no to people. Besides, it might be fun to catch up.

We arranged to meet Saturday morning at Javier's Cafe, this popular brunch spot known for having the best eggs benedict in town. I'd gotten spoiled by LA's unpredictable traffic, so I arrived about fifteen minutes early and snagged an outdoor table where Calvin could easily spot me.

Saturday, April 26, 2025

Joshua & Stephan is Switching Roles

 








Joshua was being fucked hard by his partner Stephen, and it hurt, it really did hurt something fierce.  Of course, that wasn’t surprising seeing how Joshua’s fuck hole was virgin – or at least had been virgin until yesterday evening when Mike Proctor had his way with him for the first time. Proctor lived in the apartment next door, and it had been obvious from the moment we’d moved in two months ago that he despised both Stephen and I, Joshua as a pair of ‘disgusting fruitcakes.’  I had actually grown used to his sneers and insults as the neighbor passed me in the apartment house’s corridors.  He resented us, of course, but I never thought we’d progress from the verbal to the physical. 

As things developed, though I didn’t realize it until last night, Proctor had actually escalated matters two weeks ago, when he cornered Stephen in the laundry room and took what he wanted.  Proctor had taken photos and a video of the assault and threatened to show them to Joshua unless Stephen agreed to continue to sexually service him whenever he wanted it.

Stephan hadn’t known what to do.  Proctor had really hurt him when he fucked him.  In fact it seemed like he’d gone out of his way to make his assault as painful and degrading as possible.  Stephan definitely wasn’t looking forward to becoming the Man’s fuck-bitch.  But the problem was he had cheated on Joshua in the past and Joshua had found out about it and warned him that, if he ever did it again, that would be it as far as their relationship was concerned.  Stephan was afraid that if Proctor showed Joshua the photos or the video, Joshua would immediately conclude that Stephan had, once again, cheated on him and end their marriage.  And so, reluctantly, he agreed to sexually service Proctor on demand.

What Stephan hadn’t counted on was how demanding Proctor was going to be.  In short order, Stephan found himself sexually servicing the homophobe two, three times a day, every day.  Far from enjoying it, every fuck that Proctor threw into him was as painful and demeaning as that first one in the apartment house laundry room.  Given that level of use, it was inevitable that Joshua would find out and yesterday, when he did, Stephan’s husband just exploded.  Tearfully, terrified of losing his husband, Stephan confessed everything. 

Scarcely mollified by the explanation, Joshua gave Stephan an awesome ass-tanning and absolutely forbade him from ever servicing Proctor again.  And then, in a blind fury, Joshua stormed into Proctor’s apartment to confront him.

Proctor stood there quietly, actually smirking, as Joshua raged against him.  He let the smaller boy go on for about five minutes and then, with deliberate slowness he hauled off and bitch-slapped Joshua with enough force that Joshua almost fell down.  “I don’t want to hear another word out of you, faggot.  Just get out of those fucking clothes.  Now!”

“What?” Joshua exclaimed, his mind still reeling from the force of the blow.  

“You heard me, faggot,” Proctor sneered at him.  “Strip naked.  I’m gonna fuck you just like I fucked your bitch.”

“Fuck you,” Joshua retorted.  But the words were scarcely out of his mouth before Proctor began pummeling him with his fists.  It was obvious from the get-go that Joshua was over-matched and in less than two minutes, Proctor had Joshua butt-naked on the floor, his legs spread far apart, Joshua’s virgin boy-hole just waiting to be ravished.

Joshua was sobbing softly, knowing what was about to happen, when he heard Proctor tell him, “You faggots need to learn your place in life and I’m just the Man to teach you.”  Proctor had stripped off his clothes revealing a huge 10-inch horse-cock, already fully-aroused and leaking pre.  But, before he mounted up, he stopped to pick up his iPhone.  He punched in a number and then simply said, “Get your faggot ass over here, bitch.  Now.”  A minute later, the door to his apartment opened and in came Stephan.

“Oh, my God,” was all the boy could say.  It was all too obvious what was about to happen.  His husband, Joshua, was stretched-out naked on the floor, his legs widely-spread and right behind him Proctor was aiming his massive cock – the cock that Stephan now knew so well – right at Joshua’s puckered anal entryway.  Joshua was about to be fucked.

Proctor gave Stephan a quick glance.  “You know the rules, faggot.  Lose the fucking clothes.”

“Yes, sir,” Stephan immediately replied as he began stripping down.  In a minute he was as naked as his husband.  

“Now get your ass over here, faggot,” Proctor ordered.  “I want you to have a ringside seat as I bitch out your husband.”

“Yes, sir,” Stephan responded moving right next to where his husband was spread-out on the floor.  And there, as he watched in horror, Proctor proceeded to rail the hell out of his husband, claiming his cherry.

Just like Stephan had two weeks earlier, Joshua squealed and screamed as Proctor cored him out.  If anything, the assault was even more brutal and unrelenting than the one Stephan had suffered the first time Proctor had banged his ass.  And Stephan wasn’t surprised that even when it became obvious that Proctor had spewed one load of his babymakers up Joshua’s freshly riven fuck-chute, he didn’t pull out before he started working on his second nut.

But Stephan was surprised by what happened when Proctor finally got his second nut.  Roughly, their mutual assailant yanked his cock out of Joshua’s hole and proceeded to roll the boy over onto his back.  And then, to Stephan’s total shock, he turned to Stephan and said, “Okay, faggot, you’re up now.  I want you to fuck the crap out of your faggot husband.”

As Joshua’s bottom, Stephan had never fucked his husband before.  Had never even contemplated doing so.  And he was mortified at the prospect.  But two weeks as Proctor’s fuck-bitch had shown the boy that he had no choice but to do whatever Proctor ordered.  He crawled in between Joshua’s legs and raised them into the air.  He was surprised to find how hard his cock was as he wedged it against his husband’s already-ravaged anal opening.  What didn’t surprise Stephan was the look of horror on his husband’s face as the realization that he was about to be fucked by his own bottom struck home.

“Get to it, faggot,” Proctor ordered when he saw Stephan hesitate.  “And fuck your faggot husband hard, real hard.  If I don’t think you’re doing a good enough job, I’ll beat the crap out of both of you when you’re done.”

Having dealt with Proctor for the last two weeks, Stephan didn’t have the slightest doubt that the man would carry through on his threat, so Stephan steeled himself and brutally rammed his boycock up into his husband’s bruised and aching fuck-hole.  Joshua’s eyes flinched as Stephan’s boy-cock drove up his now-sticky boypussy, and it was obvious to Stephan that his husband found the assault not only painful but inexpressibly humiliating.

Stephan was more than a little embarrassed himself to realize that he was physically enjoying the feel of Joshua’s tight cunt-hole struggling to accommodate Stephan’s hard dick.  But, embarrassed or not, Stephan was mindful of Proctor’s threat to fist-fuck them both so he proceeded to fuck his husband as hard and as brutally as he could.  Well before he finally shot his load, Stephan had his husband squealing and crying just like Proctor had done before him.  And he spewed a huge load of boy-juice deep inside his husband’s new cunt when he finally did cum.

“Good job, faggot,” Proctor laughed as a stream of spent spunk began flowing out of Joshua’s stretched-out fuck-hole when Stephan withdrew his softening cock.  “You gave your faggot husband a good cunting – something you’ll be doing a lot from now on.  But right now, it’s your cunt that could stand a good coring so show me your pussy, faggot.  Show me the cunt-hole that’s going to get my next load.”

Like Proctor had trained him over the previous two weeks, Stephan immediately got to his feet, turned around and bent over, and then reached back and separated his ass-cheeks apart, giving Proctor a good view of Stephan’s own leaking cunt.  And in less than a minute, it was Stephan’s turn to squeal and moan as he took a hard fucking.

Proctor kept the two faggots in his apartment until well past midnight, showing the same unflagging stamina that Stephan had come to expect, generally alternating between fucking the two fags but also making sure that Stephan fucked his husband two more times before he let them finally take their cum-filled pussies back to their own apartment.

But as they were leaving, Proctor had one last humiliation for Joshua.  “Faggot,” he said, getting right in Joshua’s face, “you need to understand that your days of playing the stud are over.  From now on it’s your pussy that gets fucked by your fag boyfriend.  If I ever try out your cunt and find that it’s not already leaking boy-scum, it’s my fist you’ll both feel pounding out your pussies.  Understand, faggot?”

“Yes…Yes, sir,” Joshua stuttered, his mind reeling as he tried to comprehend how he’d ended up getting cunted-out, how he’d ended up as this homophobe’s faggot-bitch.  He was anxious just to get away and try to figure out what he could do to extract himself and Stephan from the situation they now found themselves in.

But no sooner had Joshua and Stephan reached the relative safety of their own apartment than Joshua understood how impossible it would be to go back to what things had been.  Joshua had just shrugged off the remnants of his ripped and torn shirt when Stephan piped up and said, “I know you’re not going to believe this, Josh, but I’m still horny.”

Joshua looked at his husband, the incredulity clear on his face.  “Steph, there’s no fucking way I could get it up right now.  No fucking way.”

Stephan gave Joshua a quizzical look and slowly said, “I wasn’t planning on having you fuck me, Josh.  I'm hot to fuck you – again.  I thought Master Proctor made it clear that your topping days are over.  I’m in charge here now and I’m still horny.  So you just get down on the bed and raise your legs and I’ll take it from there.”

Joshua was so shocked by the dominant tone that Stephan had used in telling him to get on the bed and raise his legs that he found himself doing just that.  And the next thing that Joshua knew he was being cunted-out yet again. Stephan kept at it, on and off, for the rest of the night.

Joshua was exhausted and his poor ass was hurting something fierce by the next morning.  But no sooner had he got up and made a pot of coffee that Stephan called him back into the bedroom.  “We need to keep your cunt full of spunk, Josh,” he explained as he ordered Joshua to lower his briefs so he could fuck him again.

And Josh found himself begging his husband not to fuck him again.  “Please, Steph,” he pleaded.  “Give me a break.  My hole is so sore, so sore from all the fucking it’s taken since last night.  Please don’t fuck me again right now.”

“Sorry, Josh,” Stephan replied.  “But you heard Master Proctor.  He expects your pussy to be filled with cum whenever he fucks it or he’s going to fist-fuck us both, and I’m not about to risk that.  So get your ass on the bed and your legs in the air.  You need another load of my cum up that sweet pussy of yours.”

Dejectedly, the will to resist having literally been fucked out of him, Joshua did what he was told.  Mere moments later, Stephan had pulled down Joshua’s briefs and was plugging away inside his husband’s sore and aching fuck-hole.  “Don’t worry, Josh,” Stephan attempted to soothe Joshua as he kissed him, “in time you’ll get used to it – used to being fucked all the time by Master Proctor and his friends, used to being the boi-wife in our marriage.”  He kept kissing his former husband for a while and then pulled back before adding, “after all, Josh, you don’t have any choice, do you?”

And that was the thing.  Joshua didn’t have any choice.  He was now Proctor’s faggot fuck-bitch just like he was now the boi-wife in his marriage.  He was the dude on the bottom, the dude getting fuck with no say-so as to where or when or even who.  And as Stephan started really throwing it to him as he fucked him, causing Joshua to squeal, “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck,” just like a little bitch getting her pussy pounded into mush, he couldn’t keep the tears from flowing.  He wasn’t just a faggot fuck bitch.  He was the omega bitch, the low man on the totem pole, the bitch everyone, EVERYONE, fucked.  And that was exactly how he felt.  Fucked.  Totally fucked.  By everyone.

Saturday, March 29, 2025

The Frat Hole Experience

 Dylan's Hole

Dylan had always had a pretty ass, but it wasn’t until he went to college that other dudes did more than admire it. He had roomed with a fellow jock from his high school, a dude notorious for his uncontrolled libido and his willingness to fuck anything once he went into rut.  So it wouldn’t have surprised anyone who knew him that, one night midway through their first semester when the dude returned back to his dorm room frustrated and horny after a long-night with a prick-teasing coed, he decided to avail himself of the use for which Dylan’s ass seemed perfectly designed.

He fucked the hell out of Dylan’s ass, all night long. Dylan, being an anal virgin, didn’t find his roommate’s amorous interest in Dylan’s nether regions particularly enjoyable, at least not at first.  But as the night wore on and Dylan’s boy-hole was relentlessly enlarged by his roommate’s over-sized Man-cock, Dylan was surprised to discover that there reached a point where he actually found his roommate’s frantic fucking sexually arousing.  So much so that by the time his roommate finally finished with him, the sheets on Dylan’s bed were covered with Dylan’s boy-spunk.

The following afternoon, even though his boy-ass still ached from the previous night’s assault, it was actually Dylan who initiated their next sex session by going up to his roommate and assuring him that the next time he was horny he shouldn’t hesitate in using Dylan’s hole to assuage the raging need to nut. This was like waving a red cape in front of a bull, and in less than three minutes Dylan found himself back on his bed, his legs raised high in the air, as his roommate proceeded to pound out two more loads of his fuck-seed into Dylan’s now hungry boy-twat.  And later that night, Dylan wasn’t surprised when his roommate spent another hour balls deep in his now cum-sodden boy-hole.

Within a week, Dylan’s roommate was spending every night with his big Man-cock buried deep inside of his well-worked fuck-chute.  And the two of them might have continued on like this indefinitely were it not for the fact that Dylan’s roommate flunked out at the end of that first semester.

Dylan, though, having learned to love having his bunghole ravished on a nightly basis didn’t miss a beat once his roommate was no longer there to service his cock-sleeve.  He became a regular in the university’s gym, or to be more precise, in the locker room showers, where he quickly discovered that there were many fellow students who, just like his departed roommate, found Dylan’s hole the perfect place to get a nut when they were horny.

Indeed, Dylan’s availability became sufficiently notorious that one day the President of the local Sigma Mu chapter stopped by to sample Dylan’s welcoming hole for himself.  Suitably impressed both by the tightness of Dylan’s fuck-hole and the eagerness with which Dylan approached any cock pointed in his direction, the President inquired if Dylan would like to become a resident cum-dump for the fraternity.  Well aware of Sigma Mu’s reputation for attracting the horniest jocks on campus, Dylan agreed immediately and within a week he had moved in and began to serve as one of the frat’s fuck-holes.

Two years later, he’s still there, despite the fact that he dropped out of the university over a year ago.  He’s now technically a handyman employed by the fraternity, but he still spends every day buck-ass naked, servicing the fraternity brothers with his well-worked asshole just like before. It may not be as tight as it once was, but what it may have lost in clutch is more than compensated by the exuberance Dylan always shows whenever there’s a hard cock rummaging around in his fuck-hole.

It's actually pretty amazing considering all the use it’s seen, but the brothers of Sigma Mu still rave about what a great cunt Dylan has between his legs.  And you don’t have to take their word for it. Dylan’s available for use by any guest at one of Sigma Mu’s weekly parties and you can try one or both of his holes for yourself, just like I did. There was a line, of course, and it took over an hour before I got my chance to shove all of my thick uncut 9.5 inches in his eager hole. All I can say is, he took it like a champ and it was well-worth the wait.  But don’t take my word for it. Just go to one of Sigma Mu’s parties and see for yourself.  I’m sure you’ll say the same thing – it was well worth the wait. 

 




Thursday, March 20, 2025

The Free-Balling Jogger

 

Trevor's Side Project

Typically, my boss messages me with directions at exactly 7:00 am each day. The nature of my work is a private matter between us. Essentially, I assist in managing the interests of his company.

The message for today: meet Trevor at 8:00 am at the office; he will provide further details.

It’s frequent to receive instructions on where to go, with the details coming later. Overall, Trevor was a decent colleague. We had collaborated on several projects before, and he consistently presented himself well and maintained a professional demeanor. No unnecessary complications. That’s crucial in this field.

In this profession, that's significant. Trevor's distinctive trait, which stirs controversy within the organization, is that he is openly gay and a bold sadist. I witnessed him perform acts on another man—harsh, undeniably sexual acts—that I would not dare to recount; however, they did aid us in obtaining the necessary intelligence. Our employer prioritizes outcomes over tactics, and Trevor delivers results. Unlike certain hired thugs, I don’t object to his approach. It doesn’t bother me at all.

I picked up my keys, wallet, and gun before making my way to the office. Setting the scene aside, I certainly did not anticipate walking in on Trevor in the act of pleasuring a bound and gagged man. It caught me completely off guard.


"Mmmph!! Unnnph!!" the captive whined. It was evident that he was forced into this situation.

"What’s going on here?" I inquired. "Is this the assignment?"

Trevor chuckled, glanced up, and greeted me with a grin while continuing to stroke the defenseless man's erection.

Wednesday, January 8, 2025

The Uninvited Guest

 Our Beach Trip


My friend used to say, “You never know where your blessings are going to come from." Don't worry, this story has nothing to do with religion. Some people in the past has found using the word blessing in this type of content to be objectionable or offensive, At the risk of getting myself in trouble, I think I agree with him, especially after what happened on our beach trip. We were all 18 plus at the time this true story took place.

My sister Lisa's friend's boyfriend's brother, Tommy, showed up at my carefully planned beach trip without telling me and insisted on being a part of our trip while explaining he hoped it was okay since his brother had invited him. The car we planned on driving wouldn't hold all of us and our stuff so instead of being a dick (which was plan A) and telling him to fuck off, we drove two cars. Eric, his brother paid for gas as his punishment.

Lisa and Christi wouldn't ride separately, and Eric wanted to ride with Christi, so that left me with Tommy. A perfect stranger wearing an ugly ball cap climbed into my car with me. He was very excited because I had the coolest car he’s ever seen and he’s seen a lot of cars, apparently. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the four beers he'd consumed while we rearranged the cars.

We had been driving for maybe an hour, during which time Tommy told me all about his fitness regimen (involves staring at girls in yoga pants at the gym and occasionally lifting some free weights) or his mint condition (except for some rust) 1984 Ford something or other and the time he almost got backstage at a Coldplay concert, but he couldn't wait because he had to piss ("like a racehorse,") naturally.

I pulled into the first gas station I saw and sat in the car while Tommy went in to buy some things. I was enjoying the respite from the stream of slightly-drunken consciousness that I'd been subjected to for the last 75 or so miles. When Tommy climbed back in, he flashed his guns at me and stuck his tongue out at me. I almost asked him why did he do that but I decided against it because I didn't wanted him to stop talking. I had no such luck, quiet time lasted a total of 30 seconds. 

Thursday, December 5, 2024

The Next Door Neighbor

 How I Became Kevin’s Bitch


"What the fuck, Kevin?" I said as I walked into my bedroom, catching a friend of mine sitting on my couch completely naked masturbating to Mila Kumis going down on Natalie Portman in "Black Swan".



Making no effort to get up or stop what he was doing Kevin said, "How can you have this movie and not get horny man? This is almost as good as porn!"


"You can do whatever you want when you are in your own bedroom, but I don't want your naked ass all over my futon! Can't you go one night without jacking off?"


Kevin is my neighbor that I can't stand, but my parents are trying to force me to hang out with him because we go to school together and they are good friends with his parents. Two months ago, they made us have joint 18th birthday parties because we were born just 2 weeks apart. His parents are out of town for the night, so I ended up having to share my room with him because I have one of those bunk beds with a bed on top and futon on the bottom. I was not looking forward to spending the night with him, but my parents didn't really give me a choice. Maybe if they walked in now, they would understand why I'm not his biggest fan. I can't blame him for being horny because I sat in the exact same spot doing the exact same thing watching the exact same scene on more than one occasion.


"Hey, can I use your towel,” he asked?


I had completely forgotten that I was still wrapped in a towel after taking a shower. I hadn’t really thought about taking some boxers into the bathroom with me because I don't normally have to worry about having someone in my room. I wasn't too keen on stripping in front of Kevin, but I guess it couldn't be any worse than him sitting in front of me stark naked stroking his cock.


"What do you need it for?"


"I need somewhere to shoot my load!"


"Hell no! You aren't going to jizz in my towel! My parents make me do my own laundry, so I'd basically be wiping your cum all over my body the next time I take a shower."


"Would you rather me cum all over your couch?"

Sunday, June 16, 2024

Fit, Young & Handsome Neighbor

 His New Neighbor



Marc had always been a well-known figure in the neighborhood. At 49 years old, he was the oldest resident on the block and was often seen as the nosy next-door neighbor. He was always looking out for his neighbors, whether it was keeping an eye on their house while they were away or offering to help with household chores. Some neighbors appreciated his kindness, while others found him to be too noisy and intrusive. 
 
Two weeks ago, a young couple had moved in next door to Marc. They were a beautiful and fit couple named Heidi and Ari. Marc had been watching them from a distance, but he was particularly drawn to Ari. The 25-year-old muscle man who seemed to spend most of his time working out in his yard. 
 
One day, as Marc looked out his window, he saw Ari working out in his yard. The sight of him sweating and flexing his muscles made Marc curious. He couldn't resist the temptation and decided to introduce himself. He walked over to Ari and said, 'Hi, I'm your next-door neighbor.' 
 
Ari smiled and said, 'Hi, nice to meet you.' 
 
Marc continued, 'I've noticed you guys have been here for a while, but I haven't had the chance to introduce myself sooner.' 

Thursday, May 23, 2024

One Night In The Hot Tub

 Circle Jerk With The Fellas

I’ve been friends with Cody and Marc since third grade, so it was no surprise that the three of us went to the same college after high school. We lived in the same dorm on-campus for freshman year but the summer after, we got an apartment off-campus in this cool building with an indoor swimming pool and Jacuzzi. It was in the Jacuzzi one night that we discovered just how special our friendship with each other was. We were the only ones down there that night and it was late.

“Samuel, call Carmen and see if some of her girls can come through,” Marc said.

“Nah bruh,” I told him. “She went back home this weekend. She’s not coming back until classes start back up.”

“Damn and she got that phat booty too.”

“Hey, chill out dude. That’s my girl.”

“She does have ass though,” added Cody.

“I see I’m gonna have to kick both y’all asses tonight.” I laughed and splashed water on Marc.

“I’m horny as fuck,” he said.

Cody said with a chuckle, “You’re too much of a horn dog. Bruh you just finished jerking off fifteen minutes ago and you're horny already?"

"Screw you! I don't jerk it often because I have plenty of bitches that take care of me when I need it," he said.

“Dude, you know we can hear you, right? You jerked it three times yesterday and twice today so far, but I’m really surprised you haven't caught anything yet with as many chicks you bring back.”

“All my bitches are clean. You just hate the fact that I get pussy on top of pussy, hatin’ ass busters.”

Thursday, February 8, 2024

Dinner With A Friend

Keeping It In The Family


 He was standing behind the kitchen counter chopping vegetables for dinner, and I was lying on his sofa, naked except for an old piss and cum stained jockstrap he’d told me to put on as soon as I’d arrived at his house. 

No problem.

“Are you busy at the moment?” I asked somewhat unnecessarily.

“Not too, what’s on your mind?” he replied.

“Why don’t you come over here and eat my arsehole for a while.” 

“Okay, be right there” he answered obligingly, putting down the knife and wiping his hands on his jeans

I sat up straight on the couch and raised my legs in the air just in time for him to kneel down and grab my feet, positioning himself so that he had a good view and easy access.

“I’m nice and clean, maybe a bit sweaty. Why don’t you take a sniff, just in case.”

Smiling, he leant down and pressed his nose against my pink hole, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply.

“How is it?” I asked, knowing perfectly well that you could eat your dinner off it.

“Just fine” he answered.

“Maybe have another sniff, just to make sure” I suggested, knowing how much he loved the smell of my tight hole and hairy crack.

Sure thing” he responded happily, pressing his nose even more firmly into my anus and inhaling as if his life depended on it.

“Just the way I like it” he reported when he finally came up for air.

“It’s all yours then” I said as his face disappeared between my butt cheeks and I felt his tongue flicking against my hole, teasing it to pucker and pout. He can actually work his way inside just enough to open me up slightly, not quite a full-on fucking but close enough, which is why I

Saturday, January 27, 2024

The Get-A-Way

 

Our Camping Trip

I was out in the woods with a group of friends for a two-week camping trip. Everyone was having a good time, but my buddy Dylan looked a little stressed, which was unusual, since he was such an easy-going guy. I asked him if anything were wrong, and if I could help. He looked at me, and said no, it was something he needed to deal with on his own. I respected his privacy and told him that I was there for him, and if there was anything, I could do to help him out, I would be happy to do it. That caused Dylan to pause and look me up and down. I could see on his face, that he had come to some sort of Decision.

 “Maybe you can help me out, after all.  Let's go for a walk.”

Dylan took the lead, and we went out, deep into the woods. After about twenty minutes of walking and almost is complete silence, Dylan decided to open up to me about what was going on.

“Rebecca and I broke up three weeks ago.”

“I am sorry to hear that.” I said sincerely. He and Rebecca appeared to be the perfect couple. They were really into each other and seemed incredibly happy together.

“Yeah, it’s been hard. We were together for three years and she was great. She was the first girl that I met that liked sex as much as I do. Her appetite never seemed to wane; she was horny all the time, so we fucked a couple of times a day.”

“Really? That’s amazing. What happened?” I asked trying to get the big picture.

“We realized that while the sex was amazing, we didn’t really have 

Monday, August 7, 2023

Sex Stop On The Way To The Beach

I knew a guy that would say, “You never know where your blessings are going to come from. Some people might find the use of this phrase objectionable or offensive, I for one think it’s spot on for what I am about to tell you.


My sister Lisa's friend's boyfriend's brother, Tommy, showed up for my carefully planned beach trip, invited by the boyfriend who did not think I needed to know. The car we planned to take wouldn't hold all of us and our stuff so instead of being a bitch (which was plan A) and telling him to take a hike we drove two cars. The boyfriend paid for gas as his punishment.

My sister and her friend wouldn't ride separately, and the boyfriend had to ride with them so that left me with a perfect stranger wearing an ugly ball cap climbed into the car with me. He was stoked, because I had the coolest car he’s ever seen and he’s seen a lot of cars, apparently. I’m sure it had nothing to do with the 3 beers he'd consumed while we rearranged the cars.

We were driving for maybe an hour and Tommy told me all about his fitness regimen (involves staring at girls in yoga pants at the gym and occasionally lifting some free weights) or his mint condition (except for some rust) 1984 Ford something or other and the time he almost got backstage at a Coldplay concert, before he had to piss ("like a racehorse," naturally.)

I pulled into the first gas station I saw and sat in the car, enjoying the respite from the stream of slightly-drunken consciousness that I'd been subjected to for the last 75-odd miles. When Tommy climbed back in, he flashed his guns at me and stuck out his tongue.

Sunday, July 23, 2023

My Summer Before College

 In my senior year of high school, I hung out regularly with four other guys. We were all a little nerdy and stuck to our friend group which was typical amongst all the less popular guys. However, all guys are the same when it comes down to being preoccupied with girls, sex, and of course our dicks.  

 
One Saturday we were hiking out in the hills, and it did not take long for the conversation to turn to girls and sex. We started to brag about how big our dicks were. From what I remember, a couple of the guys were exaggerating for sure. It turned into good-natured teasing and arguments.  

 
“Hey guys since we all think our dick is big, let’s compare them right now to see which one of us has the biggest dick,” I said. 

 

Everyone was down and willing to show their dicks to each other until I said, “Give me a second while I search for a good porn to play on my phone to make us get hard.”  

 

Everyone got quiet for a few seconds before the nervous laughter started. They were okay with showing their flaccid dicks but were very hesitant about having to get hard in front of each other.  

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