A woman split me and my friend in two. [Group] [Exhibitionism] [Public] [FFT]

I was told my contributions to r/truebigdickstories would be appreciated here, so I’ll duplicate the posts. I’ll start off with my absolutely favorite sex story to tell. For reference, condoms were used in all situations where appropriate. I write these stories half for myself to read, and reading about putting on a condom just doesn’t do it for me. So fill in the necessary details as you see fit.

For a sake I wholeheartedly believe in, I have to make the following statement: If you are a guy reading this, I want you to be comfortable with your cock. Your size is your size, and you should be proud of it *no matter what*. Seriously. 99% of girls don’t care how large your cock is. If it’s actually *that* small, still don’t worry! I am infatuated with large cocks, and even after an 8″ thick one I have had some pussy-shattering sex with dudes that were well below average. And dudes are so disillusioned with how big their cocks are in general. If you’re 5″+ you have **literally everything to be proud of**, because likely scenario is you’re more than satisfying her in the size department. Please trust me on this. If you are still self-conscious or doubtful about your size, then rest assured that toys and other methods of satisfying her in that way more than suffice. **In the end, the sexiest thing perceivable is confidence.** I have had dudes with literal ‘cunt destroyers’ be embarrassingly terrible in bed due to self esteem issues. I actually ended up calling a fuck buddy with a small dick one of those nights to come take me like a real man. **If you feel sexy, then you are sexy.** Period.

I’m too young for sex :( pt. 25 [ff]

“Wake up,” Sam murmured next to my ear. “I smell bacon.”

I stretched and rolled in her arms. While I could also smell the bacon, it was the lingering scent of our night together than had me humming as we kissed good morning.

I’d lost count of how many times Sam made me cum. Between her mouth, fingers, and my new favorite toy, my body ached in ways I’d never felt before. I wasn’t sore exactly, just well-used and completely sated.

When we broke our kiss, Sam grinned at me. “If you keep that up, we might need an appetizer before breakfast.”

“I *am* a little hungry,” I whispered as I kissed down to suckle one of her hard nipples. She responded by running her fingers through my hair and letting out a slow breath.

I’d had her as many times as she’d had me, but her body was still fascinating to me. When she lay on her back, her breasts flattened out like a boy’s chest. Her nipples were all girl and she liked me to tug at them gently with my teeth. I loved the muscles that tensed at my touch, highlighting the definition along her arms and stomach.

[group] Road trips can be fun, especially the drive

This happened several months ago with “our” couple. We are swingers, but only with them. We get together pretty much once a month.  We took an over night road trip to hang out, dance, hit the strip club, etc.  But the real story here is the drive ….

For clarity.  I’m Liam, my wife is Emily, and our friends are Owen and Mia.  Emily is 34 DDD, very curvy, very sexy, dark brunette.  Mia is 32 C, tone, and hot as hell.

They live half the distance between us and our destination so we drove to meet them and then drove the rest of the way together.  Owen drives a large truck with plenty of room for activities.  Second row seats and such.  After meeting them we stop and pick up some Jager and fireball … we don’t really do anything slowly.  Everything is full speed and intense with the four of us.  

To start the drive I’m in the passenger front seat. Owen driving.  My wife, Emily, behind me and Mia behind Owen. We are all in a group text constantly, so we had talked about the possibility of being promiscuous on the drive, but once you are all together someone always has to make the first move.  Everyone has a few drinks except Owen since he is driving.

Australian beachside BJ goes wrong [MF]

This is more funny that it is sexy but I thought I would tell the tale anyway.

About 10 years ago I was backpacking around Australia. I stopped in a town on the east coast called Airlie Beach with views to taking a trip to the famous Whitsunday Islands.

The night I arrived I went to a bar to get a drink and some food. I didn’t know anyone in the town but at some point a group of English girls started talking to me. One in particular, Rose, seemed much more interested than the others and pretty soon we were on the dance floor together. I must have been quite drunk because getting me on the dance floor usually takes quite a lot of convincing.

It wasn’t long before Rose and I started kissing and it became clear that we would be taking it further. Unfortunately, both of us, like all backpackers, were staying in dorms in separate hostels and while I am not above some sexy times in a dorm room (that is maybe a story for another day), we felt that it wasn’t the best idea. So instead we found a bench in the park beside the beach.

Swinging gone wrong, a cautionary tale [MF] [MF] [Group]

My ex-wife and I had a couple of experiences in “the lifestyle.”

I wasn’t crazy about doing it, but she was really excited and shoot, anything that gets your wife fired up is worth looking into. We made contact with a couple and met a few times for drinks. I thought the wife of the other group was good looking, and my wife was really attracted to the other guy.

Well, after knowing these folks for quite some time, we decided to meet them for dinner and drinks and share a hotel room afterwards. The initial agreement was to just watch them doing each other while they watched us doing each other. Sounded intriguing, so off we went.

We had a great time at dinner and all 4 of us had nice little buzzes going as we made our way to the hotel.

What a strange trip it’s been [mff,bi,drugs]

My thoughts were slowly losing their cotton candy consistency from the couple of hits of acid that I had taken earlier in the night. It had been one of those nights defined by the statement, “Well I have nothing better to do for the next 72 hours.” So me and some friends walled ourselves off in a little fortress of insanity for a night of unreality.

But somewhere on this journey I had become misplaced, left carelessly discarded under a great dark tree that was filled with twinkling fireflies. A miniature universe that would have been a mere curiosity… but for myself with a brain full of acid it was an absorbing phenomenon to be gaped at in reverential awe. And beneath that magical other universe within a tree’s boughs, I was left. Lost in my own crazed dreams, misplaced by my fellow mad sojourners.

But then found by another. My journey was not to be that of my friends, I was to take a much stranger and interesting path this night. As I sat under my tree with its beautiful fireflies I noticed the presence of three female shaped shadows walking down the small road I sat beside. I tried my best to ignore them, the last thing I really wanted right now was the distracting questions and judgments of sane people injecting themselves into my mad tea party of one. But this wish was shattered when I heard the words, “Mike, is that you?”

[MF] A Long Night in College

This happened a few years ago, and I am a male.

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It was a Friday night, my senior year of college, and Friday nights were for one thing: getting drunk and/or high with my housemates, finding a party to go to, and trying to forget that Saturday morning we’d all be at the library again working on our theses.

On this particular night, we decided to try a big frat party that was happening – not exactly the routine party for us, a rather indy/liberal/queer house of 6, but it never hurts to try something new. Get the authentic college experience, right?

I didn’t think much as I got ready. As a permanently horny person, I’m always hopeful that my nights will end in something sexual, but I’d also gotten used to the routine. My housemates and I had a close-knit group of friends, so when you go out with a close group of 12 or so, you don’t exactly plan on ending the night with new people. I was okay with that. Still, it was a social Friday, night, so I tried to look nice. I threw on some nice jeans, a form-fitting v-neck, and a mild dose of some Calvin Klein cologne. Now’s a good time to describe myself: 6’2″ and lean, but with some nice definition. Olive white skin, dark hair, short facial hair, and a pretty solid jaw line. I’m not a universally hot guy, but I have enough unique and nice qualities that the people who do find me attractive seem to find me *really* attractive. I’m hit or miss, and that’s not a bad thing.

Engineers Throw the Best Happy Hours [MF]

It all started with my promotion at work. I had been working as a freelance consultant for an architecture firm in a major city. Our large international airport launched a major expansion and gave us the bid, so I was hired full-time for the project.

During my first meeting, the CEO announced my permanent position and outlined the project. My team of architects would be working with an engineer in the company who I’d never met. I looked around the room, wondering who it would be. One guy caught my eye. He was sitting at the end of the table and looked to be around my age, maybe in his early 30s with dark hair, a little bit of scruff, and bright, curious eyes behind studious tortoise-shell glasses. I secretly hoped he would be my engineer.

After the meeting, a few people stayed in the conference room to finish the snacks and beer that were provided. I know you’re supposed to drink conservatively at work, but this was a celebration! I was getting another beer when I heard a playful voice behind me say, “Ah, so you’re a fan of stouts? I had such high hopes for this project, but now I don’t think it’s going to work out!”