Author: SadAndCurious

(MM) A Change of Colours Pt. VII

This has become quite the journey for me. Let me say that critique and input as well as compliments are always appreciated

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Had it not been for the flight, a good nap and all the stress of arriving in a foreign country I would have been stuck horny for the rest of the day but when I finally fell into the bed of the rented safari tent I was just exhausted. After arriving in Spain, travelling to the camp sight, cleaning everything left out by the cleaning lady and also everything clean looking just for safety I was spent. Finn looked at his wrist watch. “Damn it’s already seven. How about we take a quick nap and go out to the beach cafe for a late dinner.” In lieu of an answer I spread my arms. Laughing he dove into my hug and after some gentle kissing and making ourself comfortable we dozed off. Read more »

(MM) A Change of Colours Pt. IV

Sweaty, our bodies where stuck together. After our intense session my lover hadn’t lost a second to roll on my exhausted body and started to cover my neck and chest in kisses, before interlocking our lips into a never ending, sensual fight for the upper hand. As we struggled to grasp for the ever fleeting satisfaction we eventually parted, drifting into a deep slumber. Dreams as sexual as the minutes before them made me feel feverish in the few lucid moments they granted me.

When the morning finally covered our huddled together bodies in it’s light, I awoke. Feeling rested like I hadn’t for weeks if not months now, every sorrow was gone. Every hint of insecurity fleeting like the colour on the leaves in the park a few blocks under Finns bedroom window. At ease, deserted by trouble I turned my head, wondering how he earned the money for this high class apartment, I found a pair of blue eyes meeting mine. Opening my mouth to speak he sealed it with a kiss. Smiling I turned around, pressing my body to his, like two spoons in a drawer. His voluminous manhood got mounted against my behind while he took me into his arms. Read more »

(MM) A Change of Colours Pt. III

Rain rolled over the bus windows in small streams. Two unread messages where lighting up my phone that was laying between my thighs. I smiled. These past two days since my night with Finn I had felt alive like never before. But as nice as those moments had been they left nothing but confusion. After all my prior experiences with girls had meant something to me. Even thinking about some moments got me smiling. They even got me hot. On the other hand all I wanted right now was get back on my knees to suck Finns erect cock. To have him eat my thick ass and compliment my asshole while doing it. Crossing my legs I hid my erection.

As the bus passed a school I looked at some of the students. On another day, maybe just a few weeks prior I would have imagined them on their knees in front of me. Right now I could only manifest the desire to get bent over in knee highs and a skirt while a cock was rampaging through my insides. Next I found myself wondering how could I even think such things. Left spiralling through confusion my head felt strange. Like slowly becoming fully awake after only a few hours of sleep. Light-headed and … off. Read more »

(MM) A Change of Colours Pt. II

While Finn was cleaning up our mess I was already heading into the shower. Warm droplets caressed my face as my mind replayed what just had happened. I could still taste his seed on my tongue and the smell of his genitals was stuck in my nose. As I started cleaning my body of sweat I noticed I was till hard and so did Finn as he entered the bathroom. “I see you are still pretty much excited.”, he said almost casually as he got rid of his shirt and socks. Now completely naked I could see he was really skinny and not very muscular. Instead of thinking anything bad off it I was relieved. I myself was on the skinnier, untrained side with even some chub on my thighs, hip and butt, giving my body somewhat of a feminine shape. Usually I was hiding it under wider, sometimes even baggy clothes. When I was with him my not conventionally male physique wasn’t bothering me. Read more »

(MM) A Change of Colours Pt. IV

Sweaty, our bodies where stuck together. After our intense session my lover hadn’t lost a second to roll on my exhausted body and started to cover my neck and chest in kisses, before interlocking our lips into a never ending, sensual fight for the upper hand. As we struggled to grasp for the ever fleeting satisfaction we eventually parted, drifting into a deep slumber. Dreams as sexual as the minutes before them made me feel feverish in the few lucid moments they granted me.

When the morning finally covered our huddled together bodies in it’s light, I awoke. Feeling rested like I hadn’t for weeks if not months now, every sorrow was gone. Every hint of insecurity fleeting like the colour on the leaves in the park a few blocks under Finns bedroom window. At ease, deserted by trouble I turned my head, wondering how he earned the money for this high class apartment, I found a pair of blue eyes meeting mine. Opening my mouth to speak he sealed it with a kiss. Smiling I turned around, pressing my body to his, like two spoons in a drawer. His voluminous manhood got mounted against my behind while he took me into his arms. Read more »

A Change of Colours [MM]

Bass was vibrating through my whole body as I slowly went down the concrete stairs. My head still felt heavy from heartbreak and daytime drinking. After spending days in a small dark flat and crying out my eyes between periods of depression naps it was almost as if I wasn’t used to standing up straight. Six years of relationship went down the drain as my mind slowly dripped into the gutter. Finally after two weeks a friend had finally broken through the thick haze around my eyes, thrown me into a shower, dressed me up and led me to a local club. The music would cure me he said.
And it worked. After drinking myself into a mood the beats had managed to hijack my body and I felt at home between the hot grinding bodies. Just as I caught myself enjoying the whole messy bun of meat and feelings I felt a hand on my behind. Quickly watching around if my friend or one of his accomplices was playing a trick on me I noticed no familiar faces. Was it maybe a girl? No, they knew how terrible it was to be groped on the dance floor. Or was someone taking revenge on men? Confused I turned completely around and the hand disappeared unseen. No one was paying attention to me, all caught up in their dancing. Only some nerdy, scrawny looking dude was looking up, gave me a confused or maybe shy smile but quickly concentrated back on his friends. He didn’t look like he was the type to feel up some men. Read more »

(MM) A Change of Colours Pt. III

Rain rolled over the bus windows in small streams. Two unread messages where lighting up my phone that was laying between my thighs. I smiled. These past two days since my night with Finn I had felt alive like never before. But as nice as those moments had been they left nothing but confusion. After all my prior experiences with girls had meant something to me. Even thinking about some moments got me smiling. They even got me hot. On the other hand all I wanted right now was get back on my knees to suck Finns erect cock. To have him eat my thick ass and compliment my asshole while doing it. Crossing my legs I hid my erection.

As the bus passed a school I looked at some of the students. On another day, maybe just a few weeks prior I would have imagined them on their knees in front of me. Right now I could only manifest the desire to get bent over in knee highs and a skirt while a cock was rampaging through my insides. Next I found myself wondering how could I even think such things. Left spiralling through confusion my head felt strange. Like slowly becoming fully awake after only a few hours of sleep. Light-headed and … off. Read more »

(MM) A change of colours

Bass was vibrating through my whole body as I slowly went down the concrete stairs. My head still felt heavy from heartbreak and daytime drinking. After spending days in a small dark flat and crying out my eyes between periods of depression naps it was almost as if I wasn’t used to standing up straight. Six years of relationship went down the drain as my mind slowly dripped into the gutter. Finally after two weeks a friend had finally broken through the thick haze around my eyes, thrown me into a shower, dressed me up and led me to a local club. The music would cure me he said.

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And it worked. After drinking myself into a mood the beats had managed to hijack my body and I felt at home between the hot grinding bodies. Just as I caught myself enjoying the whole messy bun of meat and feelings I felt a hand on my behind. Quickly watching around if my friend or one of his accomplices was playing a trick on me I noticed no familiar faces. Was it maybe a girl? No, they knew how terrible it was to be groped on the dance floor. Or was someone taking revenge on men? Confused I turned completely around and the hand disappeared unseen. No one was paying attention to me, all caught up in their dancing. Only some nerdy, scrawny looking dude was looking up, gave me a confused or maybe shy smile but quickly concentrated back on his friends. He didn’t look like he was the type to feel up some men. Read more »