Nicole, you’re not leaving until you cum in my mouth [MF]

I didn’t party much in college. My idea of a hot Friday night was dorm-made spicy mac and cheese, a study guide and some lesbian porn.

But whenever I couldn’t concentrate, it was because of Nicole. We studied together for years, and I wanted her so bad … I just didn’t know how to tell her. Ahhh, life as a shy guy.

I never made a move on her. She never made a move on me. Looking back, I have no clue why that is, but when I went away to college I realized how sad

Nicole was exactly 5-foot-2, with light brown curly hair and a smile that would disarm anyone. She wore skirts that showed off her perfect legs. She was a goddess. And I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

One side effect of an over-abundance of lesbian porn is that constant craving to eat pussy. Except in my case, there was an interesting twist. I had never done it. All I knew was what I had seen so far, and while I know now porn isn’t real life, it was all I had as a guide back then. Rather than hoping for the chance to practice, I decided to “learn” everything I could so I could someday go down on Nicole.

[MF] Hotel Room Cum Dump (24M/23F)

That time my girlfriend (now wife) sucked me off with my sleeping parents in the same room.

*(Minor details changed to protect my identity. And no names.)*

In an effort to save money while traveling, my parents, myself and my relatively new girlfriend shared a hotel room for a night. We got into the room late on a Saturday night after some family activities. We were all exhausted, and crashed. My old school prudish parents in one bed, me in the other, and my GF on the couch. (I was too tall.)

I woke up early the next morning with my typical morning wood. Typically, I’d just roll over and wake up my GF for a quickie before heading to work. But, we weren’t alone, and our potential audience would’ve shit bricks. At this point in our relationship we were already basically living together and fucked like crazy, 1-2 times a day was fairly normal for us. I quietly got out of bed and quickly walked to the bathroom for my morning piss. Alas, I couldn’t (guys will understand), so I washed my face and climbed back into bed to try and relax. I thought I was quiet enough, but my cell vibrated;

I wonder if my dad‘s friends ever thought about me while jerking off [F]

Let’s play . I am a kinkky and really enjoy talking about the things that excite you, then using those to my advantage as we chat. I enjoy masturbation instructions. I like knowing that the person on the other side is following my commands and bringing them pleasure, and sometimes frustration (denial can be quite fun) through my words. I’d really like to get off while you hear me moan and cum. I would love some encouragement!

It took a while to transition into friendship [FM]

I once had a layover in a city close to where my best friend left. We had recently stopped fucking and we were having a rocky transition into friendship. However, he convinced me to push my flight to hang out with him for a day. We got HELLA drunk and I passed out in his bed while he slept on the couch.

He failed to mention this to his girlfriend.

“Who the fuck are you?” A voice said as the lights flew on.

“A hungover person,” I groaned as I sat up. “Oh shit! Are you C?”

“Yes and you are asleep in my boyfriend’s bed and in his clothes.”

“Oh yeah, I don’t have any luggage and I’m in his bed because he drunkenly lost a bet so he had to sleep on the couch. Fuck, I forgot about that. Jesus, my head is going to explode.”

“Let me rephrase this, dear, why the fuck are you in my boyfriend’s house at all?”

“Oh shit! I have hungover brain. I’m Viola.”

She blinked at me. “Who?”

“Viola? I’m sure he’s mentioned me. We talk everyday. Viola? V?”

Once, my friend [F] (then 18) demonstrated for me [M] (then 18) how she could cum hands-free

Short version…

In the late 90s, I worked in the mall in my hometown in the summer after my freshman year of college. My good friend from high school, Tara, also worked in the mall and we’d often take breaks together.

One day, she told me she’d gotten her clit hood pierced. This was shocking to me. Not the piercing part. As a peripheral punk rock kid, most of my friends had body modifications. Tara was not one of my punk rock friends, though. She was an athlete, a long-distance runner, and it caught me off-guard. We chatted about it, sitting in the food court and she said sometimes, if she moved her legs together a certain way, she could cum from it. That’s why she’d gotten it.

I told her I didn’t believe her and asked her to show me. She said she wasn’t sure if she could do it but asked me to walk with her. After a few minutes, she changed how she was walking, sliding one leg forward at a time, almost like a model. She’d looped her arm through mine and I could hear her breath starting to catch and the occasional, barely-audible, moan. It was crazy and sexy and I found myself getting hard and not caring.

I watched and feel sooooo guilty [FM]

It’s been over 6 months and I still feel shameful. Was I wrong or just human ??

Late last summer my next door neighbor asked me to check in on their 18 year old son. They were going to be out of town for a week and asked if I could stop by. They said he could take care of himself and his two younger brothers 15 and 13 but would I please just check in every couple of days?

Matt is a good looking kid for 18. He is tall and lanky at 6’2″ but only 165 lbs or so. He has dark hair and a great smile. I’m guessing that he doesn’t have any problems getting a date.

On Tuesday afternoon I heard splashing around and sounds of horse play. I looked out my living room window towards my neighbors pool. The two younger boys were in the pool wrestling and Matt was sitting in a lounge chair with his girlfriend Shae sitting on his lap. Matt had on shorts and flip flops and Shae had on a pink bikini that showed off her firm but shapely 18 year old body.

Roadside Assistance [FM]

I’d just gotten out of the shower when I looked at my phone and saw what looked like the death knell of my evening

“My car broke down :(”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I had just gotten out of a long term relationship with the first and only guy I’d had sex with at this point. And the sex, let’s just say, it was… lackluster.

After wringing my hands about how I was too nervous to hook up with people for a couple of months after, I finally hooked up with a guy after screwing my courage to the sticking point and asked this guy that I’d run into that I’d matched with on Tinder before if he wanted to kiss me.

After he gave me mind-blowing head for over an hour, we’d been hooking up ever since.

By this point I’d gotten accustomed to receiving bomb dick on a regular schedule and to say I was crushed by a missed appointment would be an understatement.

“Oh no :( do you need any help?”

At this point, I’m just being nice. I know less than nothing about cars, and I was in mourning about not having my back blown out that night.

[MM] [Group] [FT] [MT] Me and my SO’s slutty trip to Amsterdam

I’ve posted before about mine and my SO’s recentish venture into swinging/open relationship/hotwifing/whatever (still don’t know what to call it), and how it was triggered by her wanting to try a ladyboy hooker in Amsterdam. Well, the day had finally arrived for our trip. Quick disclaimer right now; my SO was on her period and I had some eczema on my butt, so things weren’t going to go quite as planned, but that doesn’t mean we weren’t up for any fun at all.

The first night we (me, my SO and our friend who’d come with us) were too exhausted to do anything too demanding, but we spent a good bit of time checking people out while we were in bars, lounging outside cafés and wandering around. And wow were there some people to check out. Are all Dutch people so unbelievably hot? Because we were playing “Yes or No” and we eventually had to change it to “No, Yes, Hell Yes”, because there were so few “No”s. We were absolutely on heat looking at all the gorgeous guys. Not that the girls weren’t incredible too, but we’re more interested in men.

**Day 2 – My Solo Venture**

[FM] Sneaking out of my house for cock? What am I? A horny teen??

Bryan and I met on Reddit, after he saw a request I made on RAOMD. He was in his mid-thirties, me in my early forties. He told me that was hot. I told him I felt old. We laughed.

We had been chatting intensely over the course of an entire day, teasing each other, and sending pics that became increasingly dirtier. Finally, he sent me a dick pic. Let’s just say that it piqued my interest. Almost impossibly thick at the base, with a slight curve, it looked almost like something sold on Bad Dragon. (I told him this, and he had no idea what I was talking about.) We had both been touching ourselves intermittently throughout the conversation, neither of us cumming, wanting instead to take out our frustrations on each other.

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The only problem was, it was nearly 1 am and he lived a good 45 minutes away. I had family in town for a birthday party, and couldn’t drive that far. My panties were soaked from being so turned on all day, and my brain was taking a back seat to my libido.

She Stripped For My Groomsman [MFM]

This started a long time past, at a friend’s house in High School. It was late at night, we were young, David’s parents were gone and we were very drunk. Everything began with a pin toy. A bunch of pins held in a frame that retained the impression of anything pressed against them. The kind of thing that executives have on their desk to show that they are whimsical, but not too whimsical. They’re trademarked under the name “Pinscreen.”

The toy was on the desk of his father’s office when Anne found it. She became obsessed with it. Hands, Face, ears. She loved making impressions in the cold steel pins. I think they felt new and exciting against her skin. Anne escalated from her own skin to mine and eventually to David. She started with his hands, but moves up to his ears, then his face. He was obviously uncomfortable, not with the attention, but with how to handle the attention. David didn’t have a girlfriend. He’d never had a girlfriend. Having Anne this close, focusing on him, touching him, was leaving him flustered. He kept looking over at me for guidance. I was happy to just watch things unfold.