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[m/m] Well howdy neighbor

I spend a lot of time surfing reddit and my favorite adult personals site searching for cock to suck but I hardly ever find it. Sometimes the other guy just creeps me out. Sometimes I am OK with seeing where it goes but I don't jump in the sack fast enough and the guy disappears. Other times, things seem to work out but we fail to hook up for "logistical reasons" (time, place, hosting, etc.) When I do hook up with someone from the internet it's only after hours of conversation where I am totally comfortable, the where/when/what is all mapped out, etc.

This night was different.

It was about 11pm. A message popped up. A guy nearby, broadcasting a webcam. I pull up his cam and watch him play with his cock for a bit. We chat for a while, small talk, etc. We figure out that not only are we in the same community but in adjacent neighborhoods — we are in adjacent subdivisions separated by a main arterial street and he's literally only like a quarter mile away. I remark that this is very convenient if we "ever" want to get together, "someday". It being 11pm I'd already given up on having the proper time to get to know someone new so hooking up with him that night was (at that point) out of the question. Read more »

Favorite Movie – MF Foreplay

I snatched up my phone and swiped the green icon. “Hey.”

“Hello there, beautiful.”

The base in his voice made my stomach do a backflip. I played it cool. “Always the sweet talker. What are you up to?”

“I want you to come with me to a movie.”

“Is that so? What movie?”

“Does it matter?”

No! “Well, I’m not really into rom-coms, and anything with Sandra Bullock is grounds for divorce.”

He laughed and the sound sent a shiver down my back. “I’ll pick you up at seven. Oh… wear a loose dress or skirt.”

I frowned. “That’s strangely specific. Any other requests?”

There was a long silence. “Nope. Just the one.”

“Wait a minute, you never told me what we’re going to see.”

“You know what, you’re absolutely right. See you at seven.” He hung up without saying good-bye. A habit of his. In fact, I couldn’t recall a single instance where the conversation didn’t end abruptly. I asked him about it one day. His answer: “Good-byes are for when you don’t plan on seeing that person again. I plan on keeping you around for a while.” I swooned and never brought it up again. Read more »

Little Hiru vs. The Demon

Black clouds gathered above empty streets and high-rise buildings. Inside, people were glued to their television screens, as they’d been for days. News anchors spoke of hateful creatures. devilish things, roaming the Earth – unleashed as temperatures rose and polar ice melted. The first had been spotted in Russia, a juggernaut, racing across a frozen tundra. Boring large pits into the earth for some as of yet unknown reason. After the first demon, many more followed. They spread across the globe, each wreaking their own personal brand of havoc.

The demon now above Madison, Wisconsin was particularly nasty. Commanding storms, it could demolish a city in a single night without ever taking its corporeal form or stepping foot on the ground. It had carved a path down the East coast of the US and had made its way to the Great Lakes region. There was little left of Chicago and it seemed Madison was the next on its list. A swirling black cloud formed over the capitol building. It condensed and flattened into a disc. From the disc a dark black pillar of cloud shot down. Swirling, it devoured the building with ease before being sucked back into the clouds above. A pile of rubble, like the aftermath of an explosion, stood in its wake. Dark pillars shot down across the city, destroying office buildings at random. Read more »

Caribbean Resort Vacation [mmf] [bi] [oral] [anal] [cuckold]

Hotel beach on a Caribbean island. I'm there with missus Rebecca. Black guy comes over and starts chatting up my wife. Ignoring me completely. She's loving it. Giggling and laughing with him. Everyone on the beach can see what's happening. Eventually they go off together to our hotel room. About an hour later they come back. She's walking a bit gingerly and looks quite red in the face. They have a deep kiss and then part. Again everyone on the beach can see what's going on. She lies down seemingly exhausted. Says nothing. I say nothing. I am a bit stunned as

This goes on for the rest of the holiday. Sometimes the same guy sometimes different. Once word gets around there is no shortage of lovers.

The holiday carries on as before – wifey getting chatted up during the day by the studs on the beach and going off for quick sex sessions and coming back.

One time it happens my curiosity gets the better of me and I go and peek in through the slatted windows. She's being taken from behind very hard. Much harder than I can manage without coming immediately. She's making noises I've never heard from her before. I slink away but can clearly hear her coming loudly as I walk back to the beach. Read more »

The One Who Got Away, Pt. 1.5 [mf]

Sorry to split the stories in half, but together, it exceeded the character limitation. Thanks for reading!

Dan now alone lived in small apartment in a big city. He had graduated and moved out of the tranquil of New England and into a more bustling environment. He had a good job, he had met some new friends and kept up with old friends. He was relatively happy, in the way that most recent grads are. It wasn’t the same happiness that he had in college, where the most pressing decision is whether to play the latest video game or read the Odyssey, and where the reality of how America works in the twenty-first century only crept sinisterly in the background of booze-fueled partying and a series of inconsequential misadventures. The fact that a college degree was less relevant to having a good life made little dent in the bubble of sex and alcohol and drugs. No, the happiness was rather a realization that the best times were in the past, but good times still remained. Read more »

Not really sure if bi/gay stories are accepted here. Anyway, [m]y first ti[m]e with my best friend. Part 3

Sorry it's been a while folks. Just haven't gotten around to typing out this third part. Particularly because I'm afraid of how long it could be. I supposed this could be the part where things actually become more bi and less gay haha. So in the second part things got even more crazy between my friend and I. We sucked each other, made out, and 69ed. I also believe I mentioned Lexie who will kind of comes into play in this part. Lastly, if you haven't read the first 2 I suggest you do because this part will make more sense if you do.

Before I get started, a little bit about Lexie. Stan and I have both known Lexie since grade school and she's always been a good friend of ours. She's always been pretty attractive. Short, nice set of tits, blonde hair, blue eyes. Like I said, less better looking version of Melissa Rauch. I wouldn't say we were friendzoned by her but we just never figured we had a shot at her. She was good looking, was always with another guy, and we were good friends so it just wasn't there. Read more »

Kurt and His Bitches (MMF)

This story begins in medias res – that is, without much of a prologue and without its proper context For a personal introduction, suffice it to say that I'm a grad student at a well-respected midwestern university. Kurt had had me on a line all afternoon, texting me about his "South City Whore" and their coming tryst. He is my sex mentor, you might say. A brutal, muscular man in his mid-forties. He might be ex-military, I'm not sure, but from things he's said I gather that he works at a prison. He's a professional disciplinarian, and he has an unmatchable sex drive and little empathy or regard for feeling. I found him on Craigslist; he was looking for a bisexual wingman, someone to tag team "whores" and "sluts," and to suck his cock along with those whores. I responded with an email and a photo, he came back with his phone number, and we texted for a while. He made me photograph my body from every angle, including my spread asshole, and send him the photos. At the time, I had let my pubic hair grow untrimmed for a while, and he derided me for it. He told me to shave myself bare and then send him another picture. I felt a hot brick settle low in my stomach and my cock push against my jeans when I read that text. I knew then that I was his bitch. In the shower that night, I took my razor and slowly, carefully shaved my cock and balls and then shaved upward toward my stomach. My hair, facial and body, grows sparsely anyway, so it wasn't an onerous chore. I was hard the whole time, and leaking precum. I sent him the photo, snapped on my phone in the foggy bathroom mirror. He sent his approval and I texted back, "Thank you, sir." Read more »