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[FM] My college roommate’s brother

My college roommate and I have been best friends forever. That made things really easy getting through four years of college living together. I have seen and heard horrible roommate stories and was very glad we had no drama and respected each other enough to make it work. We had a pretty strict “no overnight guest” policy but when her younger brother Patrick wanted to visit during his college spring break, I didn’t really have an issue. I have known him forever as well and knew he was quiet and a bit shy and wouldn’t stay out all night or get involved in other things that would disrupt our pretty intense senior year.
He took an uber from the airport and was at our place when I got out of my last class. I hadn’t seen him in a while and to my surprise he looked all grown up. My roommate told me he was playing Lacrosse and swimming and while he definitely seemed stronger and taller he still was a bit shy and seemed a little down.
After our initial greetings he and my roommate caught up while I dove back into the books.
Thankfully the next morning I had a late class. My roommate and I varied our schedules so we could have some time alone in our tiny apartment so she was already gone. As usual I groggily walked to the kitchen with an old boyfriends long t-shirt on, no bra, and panties that the t-shirt mostly covered.
I tried to be quiet so I wouldn’t wake our guest but as I was making coffee he started to rouse from the couch. He sat up shirtless and still had the blanket covering his boxers as I said I was sorry for waking him up. I asked him if we wanted some coffee and he nodded so I brought a cup over and sat next to him on the couch.
I didn’t get to talk to him much when he arrived so I asked him how things were going at college and why he decided to come here for spring break and not go somewhere with his friends. He said he had just broken up with his girlfriend and it would be too hard to hang out with their mutual group of friends. I said that sucks and I told him I was sorry.
As he was telling me about the break up I could see he was trying not to let his eyes wander to my outfit. It was kind of cute watching him not try to look at my tits, particularly the way my loose t-shirt would fall when I would reach for my coffee on the table. He was upset about the break up so I thought what’s the harm in letting him have a little peek if it makes him feel better.
As we talked he became a little more bold in letting his eyes run up and down my body. I could also see a bulge starting to grow under the blanket he was still using to cover his boxer shorts. This started as a tease but now I was starting to get turned on a bit.
I put my hand on his leg and said that he was very cute and would have no trouble finding another girlfriend very soon. He said thanks and I could see the bulge growing a bit bigger.
I said that he needs to just get back on the horse and keep moving forward and suggested that he go out that night and get back into the game. Read more »

[F] I gave guys handjobs in cinemas all over the world

I grew up in the Middle East where it was very difficult to find privacy with a guy before marriage. You have to have a marriage contract and all to even be able to rent a room at a hotel. It was even harder for guys to find women who would be willing to be touched, let alone fucked (at least without having to pay for it). But I was a horny and able young woman, so I found ways. Over the course of my sexual past, I developed a taste for having sex in public places, even though it was immeasurably more dangerous than just sneaking into someone’s home. But we had very little choice, and I loved cock. So one of these ways was going to the cinema.
In the Middle East, there are often “VIP” screens or seating areas at the cinema, and they tend to be a little more secluded. We often had to go with other friends, as a group, so that we would not have to be asked for proof of how we are related to the boys we’re with. That’s how it started. First, I would take romantic interests or men I was sexually attracted to, and just wank them off quietly, in the dark. If I was with girlfriends, they’d likely be doing the same to their men too. Eventually I became good at seeming absolutely motionless, just sitting there watching the movie. But my hand would be happily and sensually stroking their cocks until they couldn’t hold their load anymore. Sometimes, I’d bring a hoodie or coat especially for that purpose. I was able to whip one out in any open theatre. I became good at hiding my hand under someone’s pants, and I loved to watch them panic a little over where they were going to cum. I couldn’t bend down and let them cum in my mouth, it would have been too obvious I feared, even though I would have loved to.
One time, one of the guys just leaned forward and blew his load on the seat in front of him, as a knee-jerk reaction. I loved looking at the cum as it dripped down the back of the seat in front of us when all the lights came back on and we had to make our way out. Even though I always did my best to clean it up before we left, I wondered if the staff at the cinema would have known what the goop was as they cleared the aisles, when everyone left.
I travelled far and wide and have since left my “mark” on cinemas across the world, it’s one of the most exciting things for me to do when I’m abroad. And the more dangerous, the better.