Soo this is actually my second dick sucking confession. I don’t really identify as gay, or bi, that being said this was the second time i met up with someone from grindr. So I was at the gym one afternoon around summer time, the whole time i was at the gym i kept thinking about dick( i know weird thing to just randomly be thinking about) I decided that if I downloaded grindr and was able to get someone to come to me before i was done working out i’d go a lil gay for them, once again grindr surprises me with the quickness of finding a willing cock. Within 15 min i had found someone who was apparently right around the corner, he said to meet him in the parking lot in 5 and not to be late otherwise he was gonna leave. For some reason it made me feel a lil bit like a whore but i kinda dig that so yeah, i rush to the lockers change into my regular clothes, go to my car throw my bag on the back seat and wait, few minutes pass by and in comes a white buick, at first i was nervous and wasn’t sure if he had seem me there, but he texted me saying “aren’t you gonna come blow me?”. At that point i just got soo turned on i kinda went into auto pilot, got out of my car got into his, told him to drive up so no one could see us. Once we got to the last floor he parked all the way in a corner and asked if that was good enough. I just nodded and started touching him through his pants. He said” well lets just get to it i guess” i unzipped his pants and unbuckled his seat belt, and there it was, his semi flacid white cock, smaller than my first but still pretty good size. I just wen to town straight away, sadly he came super fast, but he came a lot, enough to fill my mouth. I asked him to drive me down back to my car and the asshole said nah! So i just took the elevator down awkwardly, got into my car and drove home, never saw him again obviously ?
Tag: Gay
Space…The Final FUCKtier Part 5 [MF]
The building behind the front line imploded in on itself, crashing to the floor blasting dust out into the streets. Earth was under attack yet again…this time France was the target. Soldiers from the space stations orbiting Earth were deployed in their thousands. The force from the Valentine were tasked with holding a extraction point which the alien force wanted. The ships which peppered the bright summery sky of the European country, getting attacked by friendly ships.
“D Unit do you copy?” Angela sat behind the front line, geared up in heavy battle armor; usually she would not be on the ground in the heat of battle, but a direct order from Captain Rays made it so. She called into her Wrist Device trying to contact one of the 26 groups of soldiers the Valentine deployed.
“Yes we copy. What’s it look like where you are Bishop?” A voice replied from her wrist, she took a deep sigh of relief when she got the response; D unit was integral to the plan they had created to end the attack.
“We’re keeping them well back, just need to keep them there for you to do your thing.”
A hilarious sequence of events that led to an incredibly awkward situation… with a huge plot twist at the end… [MF] [Funny] [long]
This is a long, but funny, true story about a hilarious set of events that happened to me in college… here we go.
I went to college in a small town about 3 hours from the US/Mexico border. Me and my buddies would take a few trips down there a year just to drink super cheap and act like we were cool for crossing the border.
We planned out one of these trips with me and three other guys. Two of them had girlfriends rolling with us, but my roommate Sam and me were rolling single. Sam had invited a chick from a neighboring town that he was trying to hook up with to go with us because she had never gone. She was bringing a friend so I figured I could be a good wingman at the very least. And who knows, maybe she’d be hot and I could try to take advantage of the two of us being kinda paired up.
My story
Ok I’m writing this for people who look at my profile and I don’t have to explain myself over and over.
My first sexual experience was with my best friend when I had just turned 15. It was summer holidays. She went interstate to stay with her cousins. When she got back she came and stayed with me at my grandparents house. There weren’t enough beds so she slept in with me. When she arrived she couldn’t wait to tell me about the boy she had met and fooled around with, hand jobs and fingering, and then 69 the last time.
This made me feel real funny. I was turned on, yes. But soooooo jealous. I didn’t know if I was jealous because she got to do that and I was way too shy to do that, or jealous at the thought of her with someone else. Anyway one thing led to another, and in response to my question, when offered to show me what it felt like to be gone down on. I loved it! Even though I didn’t cum. We spent the next week crawling all over each other’s bodies, learning how to make each other cum. She hadn’t cum with the boy so I was happy about that. We decided we were bi or pan or whatever, even tho until then I’d only been interested in boys. We started hanging out with other queer kids at school. We were quite open, holding hands and stuff. My mum was cool about it too.
Susan and Joan
Non-fiction. This happened to me awhile ago, but I still think of it and remember it well.
I wrote this sometime after it happened, but recalled it all. I can still see the pictures it left in my mind, the places, the women…
The year was 1979. I was in my late 20’s, working for a large Telecommunications company in the Metro area here, major Midwest city. I was a circuit designer and PCB layout guy. I worked in a group of all of these engineers, some near 30 people. There were a few women here, mostly men, however. I ended up having a set of affairs with 2 of them, as the group was all pretty friendly. We’d go out to lunch a lot together. Those were the days when you could drink at lunch and still easily go back to work.
The Tattoo [gay] [queer] [MM] [T] [anal] [light bdsm]
“Are you sure about this, Adam?” Anton asks. “Sometimes they fade, but you can’t count on it. Assume this is forever.” We’re sitting on the couch in the living room of the punk house where he’s lived for the past few years. His housemates are out of town, but signs of life are scattered everywhere. A guitar and a ukulele spoon on the loveseat, and an overflowing box of crafting supplies lies supine on the rug.
I take a deep breath. “I’m sure. Lay it on me.”
Anton rummages through some supplies. *He’s beautiful*, I think, watching him. It’s not the first time I’ve had the thought over our years of friendship. He’s a little short, and thin but muscular, with light brown skin and curly black hair he ties back in a short ponytail when doing anything requiring concentration. He’s wearing a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off by hand. It shows off the lean muscle of his arms.
I have only the vaguest memory of meeting Anton, but my mom has told me the story many times. We met as toddlers, on the playground. I had managed to injure myself somehow and was wailing up a storm, and just as my mom approached to help, a child about my age came over and wrapped their chubby arms around me until my screaming subsided.
Coed Cumbuddies 03 [MF] [Public] [Creampie]
*Author’s note: You don’t have to have read the other stories to enjoy this one. Sit back, relax, and enjoy!*
*- Vivica*
“What can I get you?” the acne-riddled teenager behind the counter asked. Aubrey looked at me, waiting for my response.
“Whatever you want, go nuts,” I smiled.
“We want a giant bucket of popcorn, a bag of Sour Patch Kids, a small diet Coke for me and whatever he wants to drink,” she said.
“I’ll also do a small diet, please.”
“So that’s one big bucket, one Sour Patch and two small diets?” the cashier asked.
“Make it one large diet,” Aubrey said. I turned to her and smiled. This was only our third encounter, our first ‘date’ if you didn’t count the two crazy sex sessions before this. Sharing a straw was pretty tame compared to what we’d done to each other, but it still suggested a level of comfort with me. And that was exactly that type of flirtatious confidence that drove me wild about her. She looked at me and shrugged.
“No sense wasting extra cups.”
Get your stories here! Broken hearts. Busted nuts. And even a few squirters.[MFF]
Ok – thought I’d give this a shot.
I’ve really enjoyed reading these type of stories lately – – and given this pandemic I, like everyone else, have some time on my hands. And like any other red-blooded American male I watch porn – but have grown bored of its stupidity and worn out tropes. (how many step sister fucks me videos can they make?)
Maybe I should write for porn. Hmmmm.
Anyhow. I was a late bloomer. Didn’t have sex until I was 25 – after moving to NYC from college in 2000.
But I made up for lost time. I’ve made love, had sex, performed intercourse or otherwise banged somewhere around 30 awesome women, depending on how you count.
Messed around with another 30-40 babes – easy.
Welcome to Victory-Fap. Get it?
Sorry….Not heroic Hollywood numbers, but tons of super fun – intense experiences – between two radically consenting adults. And one time three of us!
I’ve played the field and have I got stories for you!
A range of goddesses – From perfect 10 models who sucked and sucking dick. To not “traditionally” attractive goddesses with amazing tits, welcoming throats, and a penchant for getting choked.
Prison Pounding[gay][reluctant][bj][anal]
Greg wandered the cell block, his uniform pressed and neatly hugging his body. He fingered his nightstick that hung from his belt, feeling confident and powerful as he strolled passed the criminals that were held captive in their cells. He looked into each cell, eyeing the men with a look of disdain and superiority. Finally, after walking the block for a few minutes, he reached the last cell. He peered in, noticing a new yet familiar face to the prison.
“D-Dan?” Greg murmered under his breath. He had seen this man before, but not in a penal context. In fact, it was in a penial context. He suddenly recalled the angry sexual expression on Dan’s face as he looked down at Greg while his cock invaded his mouth. His forceful face fucking had made Greg rock hard, and seeing him again here in his prison sent his stomach up into his throat.
“Well well well, look who it is.” Dan stood up from his bed and sauntered over to the metal bars that stood strong between the two men. He wrapped his hands around the bars, and leaned in as close as he could to Greg. “It’s my little fuck toy.”
One night in Italy [MF]
This happened when I was a junior in college, studying abroad in Italy for a semester.
In my program, there were 20 other students from my school, and of course we interacted a bunch with other schools, but the 21 of us spent a lot of time all together and (for the most part) got pretty close. There were of course small groups of closer friends, but we generally had a good time whenever we were all together.
There were some pretty girls in our group, but one girl especially caught my eye, call her Emma. She was short, curly brown hair and very dark eyes. Due to her size, you’d think that perky would be the right word to describe her but I don’t think that does it justice. She wasn’t particularly slim, but also not fully “curvy”. She was just right in my book. She was super fun to be around, had an amazing sense of humor, and an adorable little giggle that always made me smile.