Ping Pong [FM][First Person]

“Did Carrie reply yet?”

“No,” I said, moping. “But John did, and he can’t hang out. He’s helping his parents move this weekend.”

“Bummer,” Adam said, flopping lazily onto his back, unlocking his phone as it buzzed. “Oh, and looks like Greg and Dan have a soccer tournament.”

“Man,” I complained, tossing my phone to the side in a huff. “How is nobody free to go out on a Saturday night?”

Adam rolled over again onto his chest, tossing an arm over me and burying his face in my curls.

“Sorry, babe,” he mumbled, giving me a sympathetic squeeze. “I know you were looking forward to going out. Maybe we could have a fun night in? Just you and me. We haven’t done that in forever.”

I turned my head to see his eyebrows raised and a goofy grin spreading across his face. I tried to hold my scowl, but cracked a smile and squirmed away when he started to tickle my sides.

Teenage fantasy girl found later in life [MF]

This story is a bit pedestrian, a cathartic story I’m writing to help me through some stuff. I had to create an account and sit on it for a day just to post this… (It was deleted automatically the first time… oops.)

TLDR/spoiler: I met a girl I had had a fantasy crush on through my adolescent years as a nerd – many years later, as an adult. Hit it off, fuck.

(This is, perhaps, “part 1”. Scroll down to ‘fuckery’ if that’s what you’re after.)

I now live in a town where I would often visit, as a child, during the summer with family for vacations during my teen years. We would come for a week, stay at a family church camp, and participate in area events – both on our own or with the other families in attendance.

Being a young pubescent guy, I looked forward to seeing the girls my age who came to the camp. There were a couple families with daughters my age, but the real excitement was when the local girls from the area churches would come – ranging from high school through college. To a kid who had little female interaction and lived in a small town where most of the girls dressed like they were ready for farm chores, it was intoxicating to have them come for the evening services in their short summer skirts, wearing perfume and makeup.

I can squirt? [MF]

I’m tired of writing in chronological order so here’s a little detour back to when I was 16 (legal here) I had a friends with benefits type deal with a mate of mine (18) he’d unknowingly taken my virginity a few months before (oops, probably should have mentioned it to him beforehand, hey? But that’s another story.)

Anyway… this particular night we’d been at a party together and neither of us seemed to be too interested in anyone else around so as was becoming very common for us we headed back to his Dads place.

Andy was tall, about 6’4 to my 5’5 and his cock was well matched to his height, so logistically there were some positions that weren’t great for us…

[FF] [cheating] [long] Christmas with Chloe – a follow-up.

So, firstly, a massive thanks for the outpouring of love about my first story on here. It’s a lot scarier sharing words than body parts! Secondly, lots of you have been asking for a follow up story about some of my other encounters with Chloe. In the spirit of the season, I thought I’d share a tale from a Christmas party with her. I’ve self-indulgently taken a while to set the scene properly, so if you want to get to the actual FF bit, scroll down to the capital letters! If, like me, you enjoy the build-up, start here…

My First Experiment

Other than a little bit of fooling around as a kid, I never really had a true experience with another guy. Never really thought much about it in HS and college. Then, shortly after being married for a few years, I began to get a little curious about what it would be like to hang out and explore with a man. I think that maybe the urge had always been there, but because of social and peer pressures to be straight all the time, I never ever even considered it.

At age 26, my interest became piqued and I started searching for online sites that might give me some ideas about where to explore my bi-curious side. I cannot even remember the website I found, but I started an online conversation with a random guy who was a little older than me at the time. We talked about jerking off together and the whole time, my cock was rock hard. Part of the thrill of the whole thing was that during the conversation I was having online in the other room, my wife was in the living room watching TV.

I know about that thing you do

“I know about that thing you do!” she said, starting to feel the liquid courage from the vodka cranberry coursing through her veins. She did that girl thing where she covered her mouth when she smiled, almost giggling.

“What are you talking about, Anita?” I knew exactly what she was talking about.

“You know, that thing you do with Susan, in the bedroom. She says it is incredible.”

“I’m not really sure you’ve got your story straight, Anita. Susan would not talk about our love-making like that.” I used that word purposefully, love-making. I wanted to conjure sweet, passionate, vanilla sex in her mind.

“Well, she won’t go into detail, but she says you do things differently than other guys. She says it is the most amazing thing she’s experienced. She said I should try it,” getting close to me and touching my arm.

“With me?” I asked, feigning incredulity and shocked. “I don’t think that’s what she meant.” That is totally what she meant.

[m]y trial run with a guy

My last attempt to post this got messed up so here it is:

So this happened last week before thanksgiving. Im a 22 year old guy and have been with a few girls, and know for a fact I am at least straight as I love women. However, I’ve been curious about doing things with guys before so I decided finally to give it a shot. I matched with a guy on an app. After messaging to get to know each other a bit, we decided to meet at his place. he was aware it was my first time and said he’d do what I was willing to try.

When I walked in, we made small talk for a few minutes. Then I stripped completely and he took off just his pants. I began sucking him off. I found I didn’t enjoy it, but tried to soldier through. Then I jerked him with my hand. A bit better but not much in terms of my enjoyment. After a bit, he decided to jerk himself off. I told him to let me know when he was close because I really wanted to try jizz on my face/mouth. When he was ready, I took most of his load in my mouth. I was 50-50 on that part of the experience

Like Mother, Like Daughter, An Erotic Adventure – Part 1 [MFF][Age Play][Anal][Deepthroat]

**Part One**

**The Deal**

It was a beautiful summer day in southern Sweden. The sun shone down from a clear blue sky while I was driving along the fields in my BMW M6 Cab. I had only owned it for a couple of weeks and I was heading from my summer house outside of Kivik into work in Lund. When I was closing in on Loberod I remembered that there was a little Thai food wagon there that served an excellent fried rice. I drove into the small town that most people just passed through if they even knew that it existed. After a couple of hundred yards I saw the food wagon. It stood just where it used to, it must have been two years since I last ate there. I pulled up the car to the curb and stepped out. Two wooden tables with benches were placed just next to the wagon and two teenage girls sat there drinking Coke.

”Nice car”, said the first girl.

Like Mother, Like Daughter – An Erotic Adventure – Part 1 – The Deal [Age Play][Anal][Deepthroat]

**Part One**

**The Deal**

It was a beautiful summer day in southern Sweden. The sun shone down from a clear blue sky while I was driving along the fields in my BMW M6 Cab. I had only owned it for a couple of weeks and I was heading from my summer house outside of Kivik into work in Lund. When I was closing in on Loberod I remembered that there was a little Thai food wagon there that served an excellent fried rice. I drove into the small town that most people just passed through if they even knew that it existed. After a couple of hundred yards I saw the food wagon. It stood just where it used to, it must have been two years since I last ate there. I pulled up the car to the curb and stepped out. Two wooden tables with benches were placed just next to the wagon and two teenage girls sat there drinking Coke.

”Nice car”, said the first girl.