Spitroasted and Thoroughly Fucked [FMM]

A couple years after I got out of college, an old FWB got in touch with me to tell me that he was coming to town to visit an old friend, but he had a full night free. Having many fond memories of him, I readily agreed, and we set up a time for him to meet me at my home.

Kyle showed up, just as stunning as I remembered him, but a bit less alone than I had hoped. After his friend asked to use the restroom, Kyle explained that he had tried to get away from his friend, but plans had fallen through and he hadn’t taken the hint that we had plans that didn’t really include a third person. Kyle promised, though, that his friend, Ben, was a super lightweight, if we just gave him a strong drink and watched a movie or something, he would be out in no time. So we settled in, drinks all around, chatted for a bit and then put a movie on. As promised, Ben was asleep within fifteen minutes. We gave him another ten minutes to make sure that he was really out, during which Kyle let his hands wander a bit, something that I didn’t object to in the slightest.

The Pizza Guy [FM]

I have, in my time, watched an absurd amount of porn. Really, that was where I got my education, learning new tricks, figuring out what works and what doesn’t, setting unrealistic expectations. Still, I think back to porn quite a bit in my sex life, especially lately as things have been getting started again. I’ve found that I’m a bit insatiable. I’ve been constantly on the lookout for new opportunities and, while I haven’t taken everything that has come my way (I need to build up to my old fighting form, after all), I did have a run-in last week that called back to my porn roots.

After a couple FWBs had left me, I was feeling a bit drained. Not wanting to fix myself anything to eat, I ordered out for a pizza. During my wait, I began scrolling through Reddit, admiring some of the finer examples of dicks this wonderful app has to offer. Losing track of time, I was a bit compromised when there was a knock at the door. I composed myself quickly and answered to find that my pizza delivery boy was a young-ish (but definitely over 18) fairly attractive man. Scenarios flashed through my mind of “extra sausage” and other pornographic setups, but I tried to push them out of my head. That is, until, as I was looking for a tip, I caught him staring. Following his line of sight, I realized that my nipples were poking through my blouse. I let him know I had caught him peeking, but played it off coyly. We flirted a bit, and I found myself actually wondering what this pizza boy might have to offer.