I’m an automation expert. I tell people I work on big expensive machines that make stuff. I get to travel to interesting places sometimes but mostly I wind up in little armpit towns. It’s good work though, it pays well and I get to be my own boss. I have a standing order to run a six month overhaul at a plant a couple hours away. This place is a real shithole and I hate coming here. There’s only one fleabag motel in town which is the only place to stay while i’m there. I keep thinking about dropping this client but the last time I went there was this girl. She works the desk at the motel. She’s probably 19 or 20 years old. She’s got long frizzy dirty-dishwater blonde hair that she lets fall across her face to hide her pale blue eyes. Her face is pimply but pretty. She’s the kind of girl you’d probably forget five minutes later if you didn’t look beyond her plain looks and dull demeanor. I have a day off and I hang out in the lobby and talk to her to kill time because there’s nothing else to do. She’s had a rough life. Her dad died when she was a baby in a motorcycle accident. Her mom is in and out of jail or rehab. She lives with her aunt and uncle who treat her like shit. She isn’t particularly pretty or smart or interesting. She has a way about her though. I can’t explain it and I can’t get her out of my head. Her name is Claire.
Tag: Straight
Second [F] BBC Experience
I could not have imagined the satisfaction that our afternoon interlude had given me (see First [F] BBC Experience) and the sheer craving it created. I could not wait for our meeting after dinner.
Brett and I did the good worker thing, went out to dinner with our respective colleagues but had committed to each other that by 8:00pm come hell or high water, we would do what it took to politely be excused from our work/social obligations.
I showed up to Brett’s room about 10 minutes early just as schoolgirlish as it gets. My anticipation was causing me to almost pace. Finally when I heard the door handle being rustled, a silent YES echoed in my head. Brett stepped in the room and quick chit chat began.
As he removed his jacket and tie, a positioned myself to literally jump into his arms and began deep kissing. Such a large man holding me felt exquisite.
A show and a BJ in a public shower [MM]
This was when I was still living at home. My mother, little sister and I went to the YMCA pool to do some swimming. There wasn’t really anybody else there and I got bored after doing a few laps, so I decided I’d just get out and read a book while the two of them played in the water for the next hour or so. Ah for lazy Saturdays…
Anyway I’m in the shower room – it was an open shower area with separate stalls on the side. Not sure why they had both, maybe it was a retrofit on the old building or something. Anyway nobody was around so I decided screw it, I’d use the main area. Got to work washing the chlorine out of my hair.
That’s when a big guy came in. I guess he’d been in the gym area. When I say “big guy” I mean he had a big gut and was a bit older than I was, say 40s or something. I didn’t pay much attention but after a minute I kept catching him looking at me and then quickly looking away.
Giving my first Bj! [MM] -Long
So this is really cool for me I am answering a request that a redditor had to hear about giving my first blow job. Hope this doesn’t disappoint! I’m thirty now so this would be thirteen years ago.
I had been living in a rural southern area that I had just moved to as I was still living with my mom so I ended up wherever she went. Where I was from was a major American city and now I lived outside the city limits of a city with a population below two thousand. I didn’t know many people and I was recently introduced to yahoo messenger and chat as well as computers overall. I was a fast and eager learner. In chat and through yahoo messenger I made several interesting friends as well as met many crazies.
One night I received a message from an unknown name. He was being very forward and saying things I thought to be a joke. About maybe I should try guys because they are less drama. He referenced a line in my profile where I put something about women only being with you until they can upgrade. Yeah…sorry about that I was being an emo kid after a very recent break up. I tend to handle things more adult now. So still thinking some friend I actually knew was fucking with me I said “This must be Richard”. He said “Does Richard get to fuck you”. I was a bit surprised.
Through more messages he proved he wasn’t just fucking with me. He found me in the yahoo date base liked my profile and lived near me. Wow! At first I thought more a long the lines of creeper but after a couple weeks of normal messages and discussions I had a change of mind. He was laid back and open about his intentions but never pressuring. I would ask and he would answer. Most answers had my teenage cock leaking precum begging to explode. Some answers I’d think about all day making my cock hard through out school and work until I could get home to talk to him about it and of course jerk off thinking about it.
At this age in my life I was a cum fountain. I was always horny and always jerking off. I had curious thoughts but I hadn’t dont much with either sex. Still a virgin I had only received a few blow jobs and fingered a few girls. When it came to guys I was only interested in the dick. Not romance or kissing. That to this day turns me off but a nice looking cock will make me beg. The guys in porn always had great looking cocks. Bigger than mine which I know now is average but also sexy the way they trimmed or shaved. As an adult I understand what’s real and normal but before seeing another I thought most looked like porn dicks and I was lacking.
He would message me and really fuel these thoughts in my head. He offered me head if I ever wanted it. That was how we found out I was more submissive. I told him when I thought about head with him I was the one giving. He loved this. He would toy with me. I’d message him and he’d say “so think about sucking any cock today” jokingly. It helped put me at ease with the negative feelings that you get from society about wanting to suck cock and still being a man. I would answer honestly If I had or hadn’t. Then he’d tease about who’s cock. A friends or strangers. I lied. If I had told him the truth he would know it was always his!!
Even after watching a porn where the guy had a nice one if I wasn’t thinking of fucking the girl then I’d be imagining the taste and feel of his cock. I knew I wanted it but wasn’t sure how I’d feel. Would I be gay? I never thought so because boobs. A woman’s body, feel and touch forever hold the majority house in my sexuality republic. Still everyone knows sucking a dick makes you gay. At least at that age they did.
He helped me come to terms and understand it wasn’t gay or weird. He was mostly straight with an ex wife and kids but loved to play with guys. After a month or more of knowing him I told him that when I imagine a cock sliding past my lips it’s his. He laughed and said “good, ready to meet me?” I wasn’t but I wanted to bad. I said so and he said still no rush no worries. That laid back and no pressure attitude sealed the deal.
I knew I was going to do it but wasn’t too sure how I would go about it. I was messaging him one night after work and he mentioned this girl he was fucking and sent a picture then told me all the details. I was rubbing my cock through my shorts. She was sexy as hell. Then he sent another one and my jaw dropped. She was sucking him and his cock was fantastic. Until now I realized iv given you no details of him. He was thirty eight years old white and handsome. He was a little chubby with thick brown hair and a sexy beard. He was in the medical profession because I saw a pic of him in scrubs at a hospital. Never asked exactly what he did. Also I had just found out his cock was great. A little longer than average but had a upwards curve and a thick head. She had her lips wrapped around that head and I was straining my boxers horny with jealousy.
Summer Fun with [M]y Best [F]riend
Clara and I had been friends for years. She was one of my first friends when I entered high school and we remained close pretty much throughout. We’d talked about dating a few times, but one or the other of us was always in a relationship.
Senior year came around and her life really split apart, her dad kicked her out suddenly, her boyfriend had cheated on her and she’d had a major falling out with the majority of our friends since her boyfriend was pretty well networked amongst them. She really needed a break and my family decided to provide her one.
She had always been a good friend to the entire family, so it wasn’t even a conversation when she needed a place to stay, my parents accepted her with open arms. She came with a duffle bag of things and moved into my little sister’s room. She kept insisting she’d only stay a week at most, but my parents let her know that she could stay as long as she needed to!
Monrovia – Darling child vampire asexual girl who I loved for a night [MF] (funny and tender)
I miss being up there. I used to date a woman there, her name was Tori. She was a vampire, sort of. I met her at a bar in Long Beach called Que Sera that was hosting their monthly goth night. She was a year younger than me and was a bit shy but her and I still danced at a few points. She wore cat ears, and this gigantic black dress with a petticoat under it. I fell in love with her that night.
We exchanged phone numbers and I vowed to come visit her up in Monrovia (right next to Pasadena) as soon as possible.
A week later we set up a meet time and I drove up to pick her up from her massive, empty house. She was a photographer, or at least she wanted to be. Darling child looked just like Anne Frank. We went for a hike up to the Monrovia waterfall but she had trouble due to her huge dress. I held her hand as we walked up the hill and eventually we reached there.
We sat next to each other on a rock.
The Last Decision, a Star Wars pornfic [SF] [slavery] [domestic violence] [rape] [MF]
ASSTR Story codes: MF, voy, viol, NC, rape, ScFi, slavery, caution, aliens
A short story involving the background of a secondary character from a larger porn I’m writing and will be posting soon. I got stuck writing my main story, and Rakha’s decision to sell herself into slavery nagged at me, so I wrote the details and expanded it into short story.
Disclaimer: This is not intended in any way to claim that slavery, in the real world, is tolerable or not so bad. It isn’t intended to belittle the conditions of real slavery by comparing it favorably with grinding poverty. It’s just a bit of wank material involving a deeply fucked up character.
Legal notice: if you are under the legal age for viewing pornography in your jurisdiction you should stop reading now.
Star Wars MegaFan notice: This isn’t following the stuff from Legends, or even Canon with any real obsessive effort. I’ve deviated from canon when it seemed appropriate or hot, and I only really know the Legends stuff by reading Wookkeepedia because I never got into the old EU.
I do try to make things work with cannon, I won’t be describing Duros as having three heads or anything like that, but if you’re looking for 100% accurate Star Wars porn, these aren’t the porns you’re looking for.
High School Reunion [MF][bondage][public][long]
(NOTE – This happened about 10 years ago.)
I hate reunions. I didn’t attend my 10-year reunion, my 20-year reunion, my 25-year reunion, or the reunion of my college graduating class. I haven’t been to homecoming since I graduated college. My line of thought is that if we were close enough friends during the time, we’d still be in contact now … I have no desire to go into a room with people with whom I got along with marginally at best and re-live the ‘good old days’ like it was an episode of a sitcom.
But here I was at a reunion. My wife’s 20-year reunion.
I’m three years older than my wife, which created an issue in high school. As I looked around, I noted that everyone in the room would have been a freshman while I was a senior, which explained why I knew no one here except for the people who had been in the band (one of the few places where upper and lower classmen mingled). My wife, social butterfly that she is, had flitted off to re-introduce herself to someone. I stood off to the side nursing my third Crown on the rocks, listening to the DJ play music that was popular in the early 80’s and sincerely wishing I were somewhere … anywhere … else. I could think of a number of things I would have preferred to be doing. Several options leapt to mind. Having a wisdom tooth extracted, for example. Perhaps a vasectomy without anesthesia. Maybe an Oliver Stone movie marathon.
[MF] Got Fucked in the Kitchen [kink]
Warning: This post contains donuts. If you’re not into reading about food + sex then maybe you shouldn’t read this.
I had a habit of overworking myself – it was hard to deny that I often finished what I started – My relationship that ended in marriage, my ongoing collection of cute taxidermied mice, Cheers to Frasier, Venture Bros. etc. But there were also instances of laziness, where I leave work early to buy donuts from that horridly popular doughnut store. That doughnut store that boasts having the best donuts in the city but in truth the clientele was just a bunch of drunk or stoned, middle class hipsters. But a doughnut is a doughnut and these were as good as they’re going to get – in this god-awful city.
After getting the donuts I drive to my apartment and find my husband’s Lexus parked next to the Jeep. I meditate on reasons why he could be home and just assumed that he was exhausted from that two-day trip he had visiting family. I admit he did get a little needy and we spent the entire night of his last day fucking on the phone.
“Ménage à What?” [MM] [MMF] [MF]
“Ménage à What?”
“Goddamn, isn’t that a beautiful sight?” I exclaimed while wiping the sleep out of my eyes.
Aaron was standing in the kitchen frying eggs with his back turned to me. He was wearing black Calvin Klein underwear. I loved to stare at his body: the dimples peeking out just over his underwear, the perfect indent along his spine, his protruding shoulder blades, the light smattering of hair over his back; ass; and legs, and his thick and chiseled arms with geometric style tattoos. His dark hair was sleep-tousled and his tan skin was perfectly cast in sunlight from the window.
He turned his head slightly with a smile, “Take a picture.”
“I have plenty,” I joked and grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate next to him.
“I’m sure you do. Do you want eggs?” He asked.
“No, the bacon will do. I need to shower and get to class.” I slid off my underwear before walking out of the kitchen.
“Jesus, nobody wants to see your hairy ass.” He threw a piece of bacon at me.