One dick went bye, another went hi [MF]

Heyy everyone, since it’s been a year of kinkyleejellybeaness, I’d figure I share a recent event. Ahah.

Ever hear the phrase, when one door closes, another opens?

Well, when one dick goes down, another springs up! Ahaha

After getting rejected and blocked from WB. I told myself, that’s it! No more reddit men. Ahaha

Enter Mr. Air force. I was at work. And I saw him, wearing his air force uniform.

We basically eye fucked each other. Smiling. Me ranting off about a work matter made him smile more, which made me smile more.

Don’t want to get into it, but we managed to speak on social media.

He said he was able to meet me once he got off work. Asked me about my break, I suggested maybe after work, but he was pretty focused on meeting me on my break.

So I go to work, told him what time I was scheduled for my break, he said he was gonna be there all night(his job), I’m like ok. No worries. A few hours go by, *turns out I can make it, I’ll be there soon.*

Acoss the Hall part 1 (fiction)

Chapter 1

Sarah turned the TV off and sighed. Reaching over the side of the bed, her hand brushed carpet until it found her cellphone. Pulling it up to her face, she hit a random button and the dark screen came to life.

2:23AM.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered to herself. Not only had she been stood up by Eric-the-asshole, but now she couldn’t sleep.

If it hadn’t been for the fact that Blake had their kids this weekend, she would have just gone home. Her lying douche-bag of an ex-boyfriend had taken her house and had forced her into living with her parents. Which left going back home out of the picture.

Sarah hadn’t expected to be asking her new best friend to crash at her place tonight. She was supposed to have been on a date with Eric… their third date.

She looked up at the popcorn ceiling and clenched her teeth. It had been far too long since she had gotten any. The last time had been 9 months before her youngest son was born. She loved both of her children, dearly, but her youngest son was five now and mommy needed something.

Arctic Sauna [MM] [Bicurious] [Gay] [Straight to Gay]

The wind was bracing, chilling my cheeks. I thought I’d put on enough warm layers for the boat tour, but I found myself shivering on the bow when the guide reminded us that we could go below deck to warm up with tea and cookies. The fjords were gorgeous, but it was too freezing to enjoy them. 

That seemed like the best option for me. I didn’t have my gloves and kept taking pictures with my phone, so my knuckles were starting to get raw. Really this was just the tip of the iceberg — so far, my trip had not been going well. I’d decided to come here because the I got an incredible deal on a flight — who knew tickets to northern Norway in wintertime were so cheap, right! I tried to get some of my buddies to come with me, especially those that I knew liked to ski, but no one took the bait. So, off I went. I’d resolved that if I had to take a trip by myself, then going to the arctic was not a bad option, that solitary Nordic stoicism. I’d blend right in being by myself. 

Last Resort [MF][Exh][Voy][Mast][Mdom][ENF]

I decided to try something from r/DirtyWritingPrompts/ just for fun.

The original prompt: Late at night, a woman decides goes swimming nude in the ocean. While she’s swimming, a pervert steals her clothes and runs off

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**Last Resort**

It was a lark. That’s how these stories always start. Veronica was on the island of Santa Alda for a banking conference, and with any work event in the Caribbean, there was a lot of rum involved. She’d actually been pretty good and went to bed around ten the first night, more than tipsy, but not quite stumbling drunk. The resort she was staying at was small but luxurious, maybe fifty bungalows at best, and hers was just off the beach. She’d been longingly looking at the white sands and cerulean waters since she arrived that morning, but it was all long-winded talks, long lunches, and lingering ‘social’ events after hours. Yes, she was there on business, and her bank expected her to come back with plenty of business cards and potential new clients, but she was on an island in the Caribbean, and she had yet to touch the water.

[M]y Morning Masturbation

I love taking care of my morning wood. I always wake up hard as a rock and horny as fuck. Without fail. Sometimes my bladder is full and aching, and sometimes not. It doesn’t seem to matter. I just know that every morning finds me already hot and stiff, with my rod poking against my sleeping shorts, and sometimes I awake in the middle of a dirty dream to the realization that I have already started to masturbate, either by rubbing at myself or grinding my hips against the bed. For some reason I don’t usually get wet dreams where I actually shoot off in my shorts although it did happen once or twice. But usually I wake before that happens. What does happen though, especially if I have been grinding against the bed, is that my precum begins to ooze out and wet my shorts, and if I lay on my back and strip them off I can see the shiny wet patch, and the pearly strings running from the glistening red tip to my belly as my cock springs up throbbing and hard.

[MM] My Cousin’s Enormous Dick

So I’ve always considered myself primarily a straight male. My hookups are with women, and I masturbate MOSTLY to women.
However some encounters (and one in particular) have peeked my interest enough in men for me to say I’m open to anything nowadays. You’ll see what I mean.

So when my cousin and I were just boys, we always hung out and played together. He lived in another state but we’d always orchestrate visits between our families so we could hangout. We’d play video games all night, eat pizza, laugh at nothing, everything one would expect.

Then eventually, puberty had come and passed and we were still hanging out a lot well into our teenage years. Some of the evenings became more about trying weed, sneaking cigarettes out of the window, etc, and of course talking about women.

So eventually we’re both 18, he had a girlfriend back in his home state (I was definitely single), and we were talking about her in my bed. He always slept in bed with me and we would listen to music, stare at the ceiling, and talk for hours.

Discovering my best friend’s sister with her college FWB at the beach [FFM] [Very Long]

Hey everyone! I just wrote this in a 4 hour marathon, and have only done cursory editing, so please forgive any mistakes. Just wanted to relay the experience as accurately as I could. If you’re in a rush for sexy stuff to start and spending the time to build the juicy tension, just scroll down to the partition line. I will write more about this if there is any interest

I grew up in a mountain town that was nearly always covered in a blanket of snow. Naturally, it made sense for people to vacation in warmer weather. My parents inherited a beach house in one particularly quiet town, right on the water. We would visit my grandfather there in the summers and there was usually enough room to bring my childhood neighbor and best friend Alex with us. Our families had been tight for as long as I could remember; my father was a dentist, and his, an orthodontist. It being a small town, they certainly sent each other some business in their working years.

[M mast] [F] La dolce vita

My name is Alessandro Ferrari. I am 45 years old. I live in Offanego, Italy, not too far from Milan, and I have coronavirus.

The government has quarantined me for 14 days. I am not allowed to leave the house. I can’t go to work. I can order groceries over the phone and they are left outside my door. I can’t make any money. I can only attempt to spend as little as possible, and hope to make it out alive. Every other day, I call a doctor, report my temperature. So far, I can breathe, I can walk, I don’t need to be hospitalized.

It’s been 6 days so far and I am going crazy. The boredom. The loneliness. I can call my family. I can text my friends. It’s not the same. The news is always the same. The entire country is locked down. Nobody goes anywhere. The silence on the streets is eerie, jarring. The weather is gloomy. I can’t even open my windows to let the fresh air in.

There’s only so many things one can do to pass the time. Reddit is a trusted friend to me. I can read stories. I can upvote, leave comments. Chat. Most people don’t believe me nor my story. They think it’s a lie. I am looking for attention.

The gorgeous redhead I didn’t suspect [MF]

I’ve know this gorgeous red head milf for a few years now. Our daughters played on the same soccer team I have coached for just as long. I’ve always had sexual thoughts about her but never acted on it. Hell, never thought she felt the same. Fast forward to a recent night of drinking and texting… which lead to flirty texting. Which lead to the revelation that we were both pretty smitten with each other. Some pictures and videos shared. Mutual masturbation Phone calls made. It was ramping up… move forward to a weekend where things were getting heavy. I was out taking care of some things at petsmart. She was out having dinner and drinks. And drinks. Lots of text flirting and suggestions on what we’d do to each other if we were near each other… I say: “why don’t you meet me in the parking lot outside PetSmart on your way home from dinner and drinks?” She says: “sure why not”. Shit. It’s actually on. So I step outside and move my truck to a quiet dark secluded portion of the parking lot and wait. she pulls up… I move to the backseat of my truck and she joins me. Instantly the lust hits us… heavy, heavy make out session ensues. Like teenagers who first discover sex. That level of make out session. And damn is she good. Her tongue… fuck me. Searching my mouth. Battling with mine. It’s so damn hot.

How working as a croquet model (kind of) got me laid, and landed me a life long fetish [Exhibitionism][Voyeurism ][CFNM][MF][Masturbation][Cum on clothes]

I just used a version of this story to answer a prompt on [/r/dirtypenpals](https://www.reddit.com/r/dirtypenpals), but since she never got back to me, I thought I would reformat it for this sub instead, as it fits nicely with this month’s theme.

This is kind of a “birth of a fetish”-story, as the events hereafter really stoked my interest in exhibitionism, voyeurism and CFNM/CMNF scenarios.

When I was a young student at the local university around 10 years ago, I fell into a gig working as a croquet model at the local school of architecture.

I was out drinking one night, when a friend to me about an acquaintance teaching a drawing class, that was mandatory for first year students at the school. She had told him she needed male models – a piece of information he relayed to me as a dare. It paid double the normal rate for the kind of random unskilled labor I did at the time, and since I’ve never been neither shy, nor willing to turn down a dare, I texted the teacher and shortly thereafter started working.