Shh…no one knows (TM&M, Gay, Cheating) Part 2

*Warning: This text contains a consensual encounter between a transman and a cis male partner, if that’s not your thing then move along*

**No portion of this story should be re-posted, edited, or copied in anyway without the express permission of its original author**

**All characters are 18+**

If you haven’t read part 1 of this story, it may help for background. Enjoy :)

…His pale shaft sprang free of its confines and glistened with water and precum at the tip. As titled my face upwards from my position on my knees to make eye contact with Bryan as I leaned in closer to the tip of his shaft. Slowly, I extended my tongue to taste just a dribble of his sauce and savored the flavor on my tongue.

Old Flames 04 – Fansly (fiction, M29/F28, con, friends, exs, rekindle)

I looked at my old friend who I wanted to strangle at the moment as I said, “Show me!”

Josh looked at me quizzically before speaking, “Now Ke’in I don’t think this is good for you.”

I grabbed the bottle and growled, “Show me before I break **this** bottle over your motherfucking head.”

He looked at me for a moment before speaking, “Alright…Geez don’t need to go threatening me with a $3,000 bottle of scotch.”

He picked up his phone as I set the bottle down as I heard him grumble, “Not spi’aling huh?”

I looked at him, “Just show me dude.”

I watched him do something as the TV on the wall switched over from whatever he was watching as background to whatever was on his phone.

I looked over at the TV as I watched him go over to the Fansly App as it opened and it did it’s login using his face before the site opened.

I looked from the TV to him with a raised eyebrow, “Have a Fansly account do we?”

He looked at me with a smirk, “I do get horny just like everyone else.”

Shhh…no one knows (TM&M) (Cheating) (Gay) part 1

*Warning: This text contains a consensual encounter between a transman and a cis male partner, if that’s not your thing then move along*

**No portion of this story should be re-posted, edited, or copied in anyway without the express permission of its original author**

All characters are 18+

“Shit dude! Watch out!” I yelled at my friend Bryan while we played our favorite online game. The warning was too late though, and the screen went blank before flashing GAME OVER on repeat.

“Damn, I always fall for that one.” Bryan responded. Bryan’s a good guy, but he really does always fall for the hidden alien in this particular game.

“No sweat,” I say, “another round?” He hesitates.

“Nah, I’m good. Let’s get some laps in.” He gestures to my outdoor pool and starts to get up. Once outside we both remove our shirts having put on our trunks earlier in the evening.

[MF] My first good sex started at the pool

I had some other stories I was planning to write, but this one fits with the contest theme. Not sure it is as sexy as some of my previous ones. Always appreciate feedback.

I was 21 when I had good sex for the first time. 

Up until then it was mostly quickies or clumsy and drunken.

When I was a sophomore in high school Dana really liked me. She was pretty with a long, lean body. Great ass and legs from running track. We hooked up a few times. Even though she was a grade behind me, she was far more experienced. And we did things I had never done before. 

But I had always had a crush on Mandy. Since fifth grade she just strung me along. We were really good friends, but I could never break through. 

Once Dana and I started getting together, Mandy suddenly changed and told me she wanted to be with me. I guess it was a case of wanting what you can’t have. So I bailed on Dana, without any maturity or grace, and jumped right in with Mandy. 

Hail Mrs. Caesar – Mature, threesome, ebony, young/old, ass-fetish

This is one of my earliest works so please forgive me for some grammar mistakes or language. Otherwise please enjoy and let me know what you think.
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It was a hot lazy summer day but 17-year-olds DeAndre Taylor and Latrell Wilson were playing basketball at the local playground.  Their game was pretty good and both youths were driving and scoring on each other, talking shit.

Latrell drove, put a shoulder into DeAndre’s chest then pulled back and shot a jumper that swished the nets.

“Where’s your umbrella boy?  I’m raining jumpers on ya ass!” Latrell laughed.  He was tall and lean at 6’2 and 160 lbs.  He was dark-skinned with a tall flat-top haircut.

DeAndre took the ball and drove past Latrell, leaving him with his sneakers glued to the court.  He threw down a thunderous dunk and hung on the rim like a wild gorilla.  At 6’1, he was slightly shorter than Latrell and was lighter skinned but also with a lean build.  He wore his hair in a low fade cut with a small part near the forehead.

“Catch these nuts!!!” DeAndre screamed with glee.  He dropped to the court and tapped the ball back towards Latrell.

Photoshoot for my boyfriend [MMF]

//Storie fixed to accomplish rules (3,11)

*Two friends were going to take erotic pictures of me as a gift for my boyfriend, but the situation went out of control…*

My name is Bella. I have been living in Barcelona for three years now, and I love the city. I am 37 years old, and I work as a nurse in a well-known hospital.

For you to picture me, I will describe myself (although my boyfriend helped me, I promise you he did not lie at all) as a girl who has always been very attractive, dark-skinned, brown eyes (inherited from my mother, who is from the north of Spain) and long, curly brown hair. My man’s really great.

I have a firm belly, I’m skinny, with normal breasts and a big booty. I’m a little embarrassed to describe myself using these words, but my boyfriend insisted that it is important that you obtain an accurate image from me, and that if I put aside the false modesty, I can say that I am very fortunate for having this body.

Photoshoot for my boyfriend [MMF]

*Two friends were going to take erotic pictures of me as a gift for my boyfriend, but the situation went out of control…*

My name is Bella. I have been living in Barcelona for three years now, and I love the city. I am 37 years old, and I work as a nurse in a well-known hospital. This story hasn’t happened (yet), but it’s a fantasy that an ex-boyfriend told me once, and I have become obsessed with it.

We thought about the story together, but it reflects what the most extrovert part of me really wants. That part of me that only comes out once in a while, that makes me feel completely free and wonderfully feminine.

I hope this actually happens (either with boys or with girls, if I have to be absolutely straight with you) one day, but for now I’m content with sharing it, which is something that really turns me on.

For you to picture me, I will describe myself (although my boyfriend helped me, I promise you he did not lie at all) as a girl who has always been very attractive, dark-skinned, brown eyes (inherited from my mother, who is from the north of Spain) and long, curly brown hair. My man’s really great.

[M]e, the lame incel who got catfished by an [Fdom]: [1st] [bd] [cbt] [goth] [rape] [deepthroat] [throatpie] [post orgasm torture]

Hey folks,

This story can either be read from a male (incel) or [female [Fdom]](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vr3jix/i_fucking_love_catfishing_pathetic_incel_men_fdom/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) perspective. Pick your poison.

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My fingers fly across the keyboard, eager to meet another like me in this cruel world.

**Celtrotify:** *Have you ever thought about looksmaxxing?*

**Betafish666:** *Plastic surgery isn’t an option rn cause $$$. Plus, I’m a heightcel. Nothing can change that.*

His response makes me chuckle.

**Celrotify:** *True, comrade. Short men are doomed. Lol. Hardcore blackpill over there. R we still meeting 2nite? At the tavern on Hill St.?*

**Betafish666**: *Bet.*

This is the first time I’ve met someone from the “community.” I’m trying not to get too excited but, knowing there’s someone out there who understands makes me feel less insane.

The rest of the day drags on until I finally find myself at the peeling paint of the old Flashy Cat Tavern. I’m surprised it’s still standing.

Cracking the door open, I peak my head in and see two withering drunks slumped over a pint, bumbling on about this-or-that. Scanning the room, my eyes catch on some Stacy-lookin’ goth thot. She smiles and beckons me to come over with her long black nails. Her glossy trench coat parts and briefly reveals an elegant fishnet-cladden thigh.

The boring weekend that turned into a lot of firsts for all.

My girl and I were going to leave town and meet some
friends, but they called and had something come up and could not make it. So,
we decided to have a quiet weekend at home.

We were just hanging out on Friday night watching tv and she
gets a text. She picks up her phone and reads it and she starts texting with
someone.

It was like 20 minutes later and she looks at me. Hey,
Jamey’s house sprung a leak and destroyed his place. The people are there
working on his place but he needs a place to stay for a couple of weeks. Can he
stay with us? 

I tell her no problem and soon he is there.

I guess this is where I tell you a little bout him. Jamey
and my girl have been friends for years. Way be for her and I met. He is a
really cool guy. I can say when he is a round, I don’t think we all ever stop
laughing.

Birthday double blowjob for my friend’s boyfriend (30f) [FFM]

“Alice, you find Luke attractive, don’t you?”

An innocuous enough question on the face of it, but for a few crucial factors;

Firstly, Luke was an incredibly handsome guy. Irritatingly so. If you were to draw ‘chiseled’, you’d draw Luke. This rendered it something of a rhetorical question. Of course I found Luke attractive. There couldn’t be many who wouldn’t. Which meant it was obviously a question leading somewhere.

Secondly, Luke was not a single man. Indeed, he was in a relationship of several years. Not that there’s any harm in finding a partnered up man attractive – but it did frame the question in a slightly loaded fashion.

Thirdly and perhaps most significantly; the question was being asked to me *by* his girlfriend. The very same girlfriend whom I’d been close friends with myself for longer than the pair of them had been an item. A dear friend who I knew didn’t pose highly loaded and leading questions purely for the sake of being hypothetical.

Little did I know at the time – though I do feel I immediately did suspect on some innate level – that it would ultimately lead to one of the most arse-clenchingly awkward encounters in my short but colourful life thus far.