Part 1: A night at the bar leads to the best sex in my life
Tag: Straight
Enticed Pt. 3
This is the third part of the story of my encounters in the 90s with a gay man about 15 years older than me who saw me as a near-reincarnation of his first boyfriend. These are getting a little longer each time as I’m enjoying reliving these adventures. Check my post history for earlier installments of the story of an older man’s hetero toy.
Over the first six months I’d been working for the newspaper my older friend Blaise and I had been spending more and more time together.
Of course, we kept it more or less professional at work, as much as any other friends did. What the others at work didn’t know was that for the last couple months I was his private exotic dancer — sort of; I didn’t really dance — that let him jack me off two or three times each month.
It wasn’t a bad arrangement. I wasn’t so lonely; I was getting some sexual contact — though not what I was used to; and I had some extra cash each month. And, Blaise always seemed to love our time together. But, I guess I was starting to feel a little guilty taking his money when I was the one getting the happy ending.
Fire Escape [MF] [Bondage] [CNC]
*I copied this from my old profile, so if you happen to have read it before; that’s why!*
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#2.25 AM
It’s the dead of night. A powdery film of snow on the ground absorbs or muffles the sounds of the city. In the distance, the low rumble of cars can be heard, and closer, the gentle hum of a building’s HVAC.
I’m climbing a fire escape on a rustic apartment building, trying to be quiet on the sheer metal. Following up on a request made over the phone. We’ve been talking over text for a week or so, getting to know each other, sending a few cheeky photos here and there. Flirty pics, like one taken post workout in yoga pants and a sports bra, or one taken under a blanket, with bare shoulders peeking out, hinting at the naked body underneath. Lots of messages detailing what we wanted to do to each other, and upset at the pandemic. But it was too much to wait for. She wanted me in her bed, so here I am.
#2.30 AM
How my [M]ILF obsession began
Older women have always turned me on the most, nothing beats a mature lady who knows what she wants and how to get it.
It all started with the lady next door( it always does lol) I was 18 she was 37, we will call her Bec, shr had that typical mom look about her, not super attractive but a pleasure to look at for sure, she was a skinny woman barely 45kg , long brown hair, green eyes, solid ‘b’ cup but had some of the biggest nipples i have ever had the pleasure of sucking.
She had a son a couple of years younger than me. A standard Friday night was me grabbing a carton of beer after work and heading straight around to his place. We would all just sit around drinking talking and basically running a muck. Eventually Bec started joining us.
Now Bec had been single since I had known them and to be quite honest I had a crush on her from day one. She was always in a tight singlet and an ankle length skirt with a slit all the way up to show of as much leg as possible. Tonight was no different. She always worn the smallest G-strings imaginable, i known as i had stolen a couple to jerk off too.
[M/M] Discovering my bisexuality on a well needed vacation
It’s been a long term,online schooling was really stressful and taking 5 courses didn’t make it any easier. It’s also been a very … frustrating term. In first year, I’d gone on a bit of a sex spree. I became a borderline addict at that point. I lost my virginity at a frat party at the beginning of the year and was on a roll ever since. That all came to stop with COVID though. I hadn’t been able to see anyone in a long while. I didn’t even have a roommate so it was a really tonight time.
The term was coming to an end though, and with restrictions being loosened, my friends and I decided to rent an Airbnb near a ski resort for the winter break. We were all guys so that bummed me out slightly, but at least I was going to see another human.
Fast forward to the day after our last final, we all headed up to the Airbnb. It was a small one bedroom apartment, but it would be big enough for all of us. We were five, Matt, John, Carl, CJ, and myself. The place only had two beds and a couch, so I ended up having to share a bed with CJ.
The Gift [F]
It came in the mail. Wrapped in brown shipping paper. Tied with string, brown twine, the good stuff. No return address, no return sender. It’s that time of the year for packages. But who ships that way? Brown paper. String.
Its not very large, not very heavy, doesn’t stink, and doesn’t rattle. Your stumped as to why this package is here. Looks like somebody took the time to wrap it nice and, you don’t recognize the hand writing, very bold and straight.
You finally look at it one more time, still perplexed, and give it a frisby throw under the tree. You’ll wait till it’s opening day. Chocolate wouldn’t go bad. Might melt a little, but wouldn’t spoil.
Three days have passed. Tomorrow morning you’re going to see who sent you this box. No hints from anybody at work, nothing, social media, nothing. It’s too much. You keep telling yourself tomorrow, just a little longer. But you can’t wait. You walk over picking it up as you walk and began tearing the paper. Just a box. A nice, almost slick brown. Pleather? You examine the box closer as you walk to the drawer for scissors to cut the twine.
Cult of Dionysus Part One – [M/F] [Story-Rich]
**Hello, this is my first time posting, but I’ve been writing for a while. Feedback is more than welcome. More to come, if you all like it. The more explicit things will be at the end. Is the pace too slow? Thank you for reading!**
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Human beings have a particular penchant for self-torture–masturbation, as it was termed once upon a time. I was engaged in this peculiarity of the human condition in multiple ways, hand between thighs, searching as if I’d find something entirely new in sensations I’d already mapped, overworked cartographer on long, lonely nights. And he was there, in my hand, on me, as he’d always been, this amorphous, unknown entity that I conjured every time I took my hand to self-flagellation, to the curse of the primal. I never pictured him fully, formed his face, crook of his nose, nape, navel–he was just an idea, intangible and unbuilt, unfinished home in which I’d spent years living, promising myself I’d one day finish painting the walls, hanging my art. And yet he kept coming, in moments on the bus, eyes meeting with a stranger, lips parting, I could feel him there, hand on my own, stroking lightly at my thigh. He had always been a mystery, one I didn’t dare to untangle for fear the fantasy would crumble. He was the one to push me against walls, bend me over tables, desks, counters, savagery and sensuality, he was my fantasy, embodied.
[M/M, Dubcon] CockSlut Episode 7
[Episode 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jxecml/mm_dubcon_cockslut_part_1/)
[Episode 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jxvu9s/mm_dubcon_cockslut_episode_2/)
[Episode 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jyh61f/mm_dubcon_cockslut_episode_3/)
[Episode 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/k13xyw/mm_dubcon_cockslut_episode_4/)
[Episode 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/k8mvhn/mm_dubcon_cockslut_episode_5/)
[Episode 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/kiek1n/mm_dubcon_cockslut_episode_6/)
That first successful time with the boss seemed to be a turning point in my life as a CockSlut, both at work, and for me personally. I started having more encounters with the boss. Sex was now a daily thing, usually once in the morning and once some time after lunch, always with a blowjob. He wanted me to practice taking as much of him in my mouth as I could, and I was gradually getting better. At this point I still had about an inch to go, but had made a lot of progress in suppressing my gag reflex. Molly was helping with that.
Speaking of Molly, evenings with her became a little more frequent. Maybe twice a week, at the end of the day, she’d tell me to go home with her. At this point my ass was getting fucked up to four times a day. I won’t say that I didn’t enjoy it.
[M/M] How I accidentally sucked my soccer friends rock hard dick
We finally got back from soccer practice, dumping all our equipment at the front door as we took our shoes off. It had been a long day, and we were both tired as we slumped down on his couch and flipped on the tv.
“I’m going to go take a shower, wanna come with me?” Jacob said in a teasing tone.
Jacob was gay, and wasn’t shamed of it, and even though I was straight his flirtasous tone always gave me a chuckle as opposed to making me feel uncomfortable. I jokingly blew him off as he went upstairs to clean off as I continued watching tv. I watched through a couple episodes, and realized Jacob was taking an abnormally long time. I was starting to get hungry and thought about ordering a pizza. Before typing in the number though, I figured I would ask Jacob about what he wanted in terms of size and what’s on top. I walked up to his room, opening the door to find it empty, the bathroom door opened only slightly but with nobody in view. I figured maybe he had slipped out already when I was watching the show to bring something back and pulled out my phone to text him. Unfortunately all I got to see was the low battery symbol pop up before my phone promptly died. I cursed under my breath and put my phone on his dresser as I looked around. I figured if he was out I mine as well take a quick shower to, as I’m sure he wouldn’t mind letting me borrow it for just a moment. I pulled off my jersey and peeled my pants and boxer briefs away from my body, finding a fresh towel resting on his nightstand to use after. I grabbed it and walked towards the bathroom door, my hand on the knob when it suddenly swung open, Jacob standing on the other side completely naked.
[MMF] My first time camping was meant to be as part of two couples. The other girl was a no show and I ended up being shared by two BBCs.
This all happemed in the summer of 2018, I used a little poetic licence when describing events but it’s 90% as it actually happened.
I had going on and on about wanting to go camping for months that summer, to be honest I think all my friends were sick of hearing about it but none of them were ever going to give it a try. Not a chance any of them would “Rough it”, even just for one night. As it turns out, my opportunity to finally get out in the wilderness came from a quite unexpected source.
Jason was guy I’d be talking to for just over a month since we matched on tinder, clashing schedules had meant we’d never got to meet up but I was definitely interested in making it happen when time allowed. From his pics he looked hot, he was 6’1, had a handsome face with a great smile and a thick set black muscly body. From our chats it seemed he was a really nice guy, really chilled and didn’t seem the needy or demanding sort at all so when he offered to be the one to take me camping I immediately felt quite comfortable with the idea of it. It seemed quite an unconventional first date but what the hell, I am up for trying new things. He suggested his friend bring his partner too, so there would be two couples there. The more the merrier I thought.