My First Experiment

Other than a little bit of fooling around as a kid, I never really had a true experience with another guy. Never really thought much about it in HS and college. Then, shortly after being married for a few years, I began to get a little curious about what it would be like to hang out and explore with a man. I think that maybe the urge had always been there, but because of social and peer pressures to be straight all the time, I never ever even considered it.

At age 26, my interest became piqued and I started searching for online sites that might give me some ideas about where to explore my bi-curious side. I cannot even remember the website I found, but I started an online conversation with a random guy who was a little older than me at the time. We talked about jerking off together and the whole time, my cock was rock hard. Part of the thrill of the whole thing was that during the conversation I was having online in the other room, my wife was in the living room watching TV.

My step sister [F] fulfilled one of my [M] biggest fantasy’s. Part 9: Fucked

I quickly gathered up my clothing off the floor as my brain sped through every consequence of my actions once again and i couldn’t believe i let myself get so caught up in arguing with my sister that i basically ruined all my efforts at keeping this quiet and now this would for sure be getting out. I quickly get myself dressed and clear the room of all the Kleenex and do a quick scan to see if there might have been any of my cum still visible on her bed. I have always had this ocd when it comes to doors and shutting them behind me and locking them if it permits no matter where i may be and it was due to that thoroughness for privacy and security that i had unknowingly saved our asses that day. I remembered when i entered her apartment earlier i was the one that closed the door and when i did i also attached the security chain leaving him still in the hallway locked out and unable to get in. I quickly pack my camera back into my bag and tidy up the bed so it looked like it was made and was not used at all that day. He begins to ring the door bell now as he begins to pound away on the door. I make my exit out of her room and make a mad dash for her couch in the living room. My sisters face was drained of any color and was visibly shaken and looked almost ready to burst out into tears. She finally goes to the door and unlocks the chain.

[M]y [F]irst Rimjob

I was dating girl on and off about a year ago. We weren’t exclusive and had decided to go out to this club with her friend. Her friends caught my eye immediately – brown hair, great tits, a pert ass. She had a ‘Girl Power’ tattoo on her ankle which for some reason drove me crazy.

Me, my GF and this girl, Sarah, had been drinking at my GF’s house and were getting ready to go out. They decided to glitter up, painting glitter on each others faces. They encouraged me to have some as well and Sarah volunteered to do mine. She was wearing a low cut top and as she put the glitter on all I could do was stare down her top.

Using [M]y g[F] like a human fleshlight infront of my friends.

To begin with me and my gf are both 23, but this happened when we were both 22. I’m a fairly average guy, if maybe a tad taller and bulkier than usual. My girl on the other hand (Tash) is a sweet little thing, brunette, a bit over a foot shorter than me, with a slim build and pretty little face with a beaming smile. While she is slim and has a fairly small bust (b cups) she does have a very noticeable shapely booty.

To preface this i work away on a rotating roster, so I can go a couple of weeks without seeing her. Usually the second I get home Tash pounces on me and let’s me rail her into a quivering mess. This particular week I’d gotten back the day before my birthday, and had planned to have a few friend over the night before my bday for a couple of beers and a catch up. Only issue was I ended up running late with traffic on the trip home, and only got home 15 min before they were meant to arrive.

my plans for giving myself to him – operation “open goal” [FM]

I work with a guy who I’m going to call John. He’s smart, funny, a little plump (or, “Cuddly” as I like to think of it) but most of all he’s the nicest, most wonderful person you’d ever meet. And for the last few years I’ve been constantly dreaming about fucking him every which way since Sunday. There’s nothing that gets me hotter than picturing him pinning me against a wall and filling me with his cock, or throwing me on the bed and taking me any way his mind happens to settle on.

The only problem is, he’s unbelievably shy. It’s not like he’s not got much to be confident about – everyone we both know agrees he’s the most wonderful person around – he just never seems to believe anyone could like him in *that* way. So, me being me, I decided instead of being boring as hell and just telling him what he means to me, I’d make a challenge of it – and see if I can get him to make the first move. It’s going to take some doing, but I’m going to throw everything I have at what I’m now calling “Operation Open Goal”.

Searching for a long lost novel

Perhaps someone could help me, I’m looking for a novel that is quite thick, the story centers around a small group of people during the Russian Revolution. I believe there was a women named Sascha, and a guy named Mikhael, although often shortened as Miki. The book’s cover I believe was entirely black.

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[M]e and Grindr [M]an in Goa

I was in Goa, doing a solo trip, taking time off hectic work and relaxing. Also on the to-do was to get some MM action, because it had been a while. So Grindr happened and after wading through the usual muck, I found someone who sounded level-headed. After we exchanged some pictures and shared our phone numbers, it was decided that I’d go to his place for dinner that night.

Nervous and excited, I reach his place about 8 in the evening. He offered me a beer, while he made dinner. We talked about who we are and what we liked doing. You know the kind of awkward chat. I told him about my exploratory phase in life, where I am open to experimenting with people of the same gender. He foundit pretty interesting. Food was ready pretty soon.

We found a nice movie to watch on TV while we sat eating. Our conversations seemed more interesting than the movie so we talked through it. Dinner done, I settled on a chair in front of the TV. I think he was wondering how to get things started because he got me a bottle of hair oil and asked if I’d be so kind as to put oil on his head? So saying, he removed his shirt and sat down between my legs, leaning on the chair and facing the TV.

Her scent [MF]

Fear, desire, and the scent of her bodywash mix in my head as I inhale deeply. She glances up and meets my gaze. I hold it for a moment longer than her comfort allows.

Yes little one. I know.

I break the lock with a slow blink and a half smile. Her posture changes, her mind flipping between curiosity and flight. Good. She knows deep down the dynamic between us, the ancient behavior hidden by today’s demands. Having left my mark I turn back to the party.

A while later I notice that she’s seeking me out among my friends. Looks like curiosity won out, as I predicted. Another hopeful suitor strives for her attention but fails to see that for this moment she has eyes only for me. Part of me feels sorry for the young hunter. He might have had a chance if not for me. I flash her another half smile and disappear into the party once more.

Then I see her before me. Her posture is defiant. Her head is held high, her shoulders back. I tilt my head to the side as if to ask “And?” She licks her lips and starts to speak. I put a finger to her lips and glance towards an empty room.

That one time I lost my underwear at a wedding to a complete stranger [FM]

This happened only yesterday, and I’m still reliving it over and over, I thought you guys would like it as well.

The beginning of the wedding was the usual kind of things, as weddings go anyway, but as the night went on and everyone got a little tipsy I managed to flirt a bit with this guy in the grooms party, and I had already planned on having some fun at the wedding before I even arrived so I was eager to please and have some fun.

I led him around the back of the wedding tent, and around the corner of the house that was on the property. He backed me up against the wall of the house and started kissing me. I wasn’t really there for kissing, but I thought he might be nervous so I kept on making out with him til I felt like he was comfortable. As soon as his hands started wandering over my body, squeezing my breasts, cupping my ass, I knew i could finally do what I had planned on doing when I woke up that morning.

I know about that thing you do

“I know about that thing you do!” she said, starting to feel the liquid courage from the vodka cranberry coursing through her veins. She did that girl thing where she covered her mouth when she smiled, almost giggling.

“What are you talking about, Anita?” I knew exactly what she was talking about.

“You know, that thing you do with Susan, in the bedroom. She says it is incredible.”

“I’m not really sure you’ve got your story straight, Anita. Susan would not talk about our love-making like that.” I used that word purposefully, love-making. I wanted to conjure sweet, passionate, vanilla sex in her mind.

“Well, she won’t go into detail, but she says you do things differently than other guys. She says it is the most amazing thing she’s experienced. She said I should try it,” getting close to me and touching my arm.

“With me?” I asked, feigning incredulity and shocked. “I don’t think that’s what she meant.” That is totally what she meant.