I had been at this party all night, trying to get some alone time with this girl I worked with who I had been crushing on forever. She was a server and I was a dishwasher, and she'd come back and drop off dishes and smile at me and joke around all the time. Fuck man, I liked her so much. I'd go home all wet from washing dishes and peel off my clothes and jerk off immediately. Sometimes watching in the mirror, looking at my 7" cock from all angles, wondering if she'd like it. Suck it and lick it slowly – as I had imagined so many times. But tonight I just wasn't getting any time with her. Her dumbass boyfrind was in town and she was all over him. So I decided to walk across campus and get my car and go home to jerk off yet again. I got to the middle of the quad and its midnight or so, and I pass this guy and we say the normal "whats up" or whatever as we pass. But we both slow down and – albeit complete strangers – kinda start talking. I tell him i had just been at a party and was headed home. He said yeah he had been hanging out and was going over to see some other friends. It was weird, two total strangers in the middle of the night start talking and seeing whats up. Admittedly, I was really horny and had always been a little bicurious but had never acted on it. Whenever I would have times where I thought about it, it just never seemed to happen. I mean, I have always been pretty good with girls and gotten laid a lot, and certainly watched a lot of porn, and sometimes went to the peep booths at the porn shop. They had "buddy booths" where you could see into the other cube and watch a guy jerk off, but that was the extent of my experience. This was the early 1990's, and the internet hadn't taken off yet. But something told me this guy was the same, it was just 'in the air' that night in that conversation. In the body language, or at least I thought. So I say let's hang out and we start walking together. We go down and get my car and get in, and for the first time I can see what he looks like. Hes thin and looks like a regular college kid. Baseball cap, tshirt, jeans. not a bad looking guy, but I mean I had never considered judging men's looks. We drive over to where he said his friends were, and the apartment is dark and no one answers. Apparently they had gone out. He said he lived nearby and had some beer, so we went to his apartment. I was already a little buzzed from the other party, so I was relaxed and not anxious about hanging with this dude whom I barely knew. He threw me a beer and we sat down at the kitchen table. I started telling him about the girl and how bad I wanted to fuck her and her boyfreind being at the party. He said he was horny too and struck out as well. We drant he beers and talked about getting pussy and told a few stories about our sexual conquests. All it did was make me hornier. I told him about how I would have to go home and jerk off over this chick, and then we got into telling jerk off stories. Porn, lube vs non-lube, everything. Kind of a weird conversation to have with someone you just meet. There was a bit of a lull in the conversation at one point after that, and I started thinking about pushing the idea of jerking off together a little bit. I wanted to get off, and I kinda wanted to see him get off too. I ddn't have the courage to say anything and was struggling to find the right words. Then he comes out and asks if I wanna watch some porn. I say hell yeah, and he hops up goes into the dark den and puts in a VHS porn, and I sorta follow him in. It standard fare for the early 90's – two hot sluts and a dude with a huge dick taking turns on them. He sits back one one side of the sofa and sit on the other end. The lights are off except for the light of the TV screen shining into the room. We sit quietly and watch and make a few remarks, but I am fixed on the screen watching the action. My cock is raging hard and i can tell the precum spot in my pants is growing. Fuck was I horny. I knew he was too, and shit – this was his idea. I finally get the nerve to do something. I lean forward and put my beer on the table and then lean back, and put my hand on my dick outside my pants and squeeze it and say 'holy shit this is good' or something like that. He agrees and we continue to watch. Im dying to look over at him, and I am straining to see through my peripheral if he does anything. He finally leans up and basically mimics what I did – he puts his beer on the table and leans back and right on cue, grabs his dick outside his jeans. Whew. So this goes on for a few minutes and I raise the ante, and start moving my hand in a grinding motion against my aching boner. He follows suit. My heart races. Shit, this might just happen, be careful what you wish for asshole. What is my next move? I unbutton the top button on my jeans and slide my hand down my pants and my fingers around my shaft. It is hot and hard, and the precum has made a large wet spot in my boxers. I decide if he freaks I will blame it on the beer and porn, and just say 'shit man I forgot I wasn't alone haha' or something lame like that. He doesnt do anything, though. No copycat move. I'm thinking fuck Ive gone too far. So I turn my head and look at him. He doesn't move for a minute, his hand gripping his dick. I can see the outline and he is hard as fuck. Then he turns and looks at me and we make eye contact. I feel a flash in my chest and my heart skips. I make a shrugging motion like "fuck it, I have my hand down my pants" and he kinda smiles and stares down toward my crotch – still squeezing his dick. I take this as an invitation to put on a show. I unzip my jeans and pul them down slowly, and he keeps staring and squeezing. I pull them down mid-thigh and pull down my boxers revealing my cock. I grip it and hold it straight up and slowlt resume jerking. I look away from him and back at the porno. In my peripheral I see him do the same. I let him get his down and I look over. His dick is about the same size as mine, a little thicker. Now I am in fairly uncharted territory. I had only jerked off with other males when I was growing up, out in the woods with Playboys, comparing pube growth and all that. This was two grown men in a private residence. We were both sexually experienced. Im thinking we can just jerk off together and then when we cum thats that, problem solved, Ill get up and go home. We are both alternately looking at each other's faces and dicks. The porno is going in the background and the moans and dirty talk heightens the mood. I decide to push this thing and see whats up, im about to jizz everywhere anyway. If we are going to do anything, it needs to be now. I reach down and take my shoes off and stand up and take my pants off completely, and face him. He does the same and we are standing in the room facing each other by the light of the TV. We are both trying to see the other one's dick and we move closer and closer. Im staring at this guys dick and I fucking want it. I move my cock head closer and gesture to him to touch it with his. He does. When they touch I can feel a pulse run through my whole body like electricity. Finally touching. We rub the wet and swollen cock heads together , slippery with precum and tight as drums – engorged with blood. God it feels good, and my inhibitions are gone. None. I reach down and take hold of his cock and he does the same. I feeling it frantically at first, then more sensually. His balls, under his balls. I put my other hand on his ass and we press our bodies together and grind our crotches against each other. We take off our shirts and our hands are roaming all over each other. This is a dude. This is so gay, but its all I want to be doing at that moment. WE back up and concentrate on each others cocks. I want to suck this dudes dick. I kneel down and put hte head to my lips and look up at him. He is just staring at me. I am stroking my dick and I lick all over his shaft, his balls. Its fucking awesome and I am so horny Im about to cum. I take his dick into my mouth and suck. I try not to drag my teeth on it, and I lick and suck it for a moment or two. I can taste so much precum. I stand up and we switch. We are sucking cock back and forth. I want to cum, so I say "man Im going to cum" and he jumps up and pumps his dick and says "same time" and we blast loads on each others stomachs and dicks. Im cumming so hard and so much, just unreal. Unreal.
Tag: Straight
Staying Out [MM][Anal]
Click on my name for the previous stories in this series Feeling His Way Through and Mark Figures It Out
"Hey, Tad, you gotta minute?" Paige asked before the first bell rang.
"Sure, Paige, what's up?" Tad absently touched his bruised lip as he stopped. Their schoolmates routed around the two of them to create an oasis in the crowded hallway.
Paige's impromptu baby shower on Friday during lunch in the school cafeteria indirectly led to her ex-boyfriend and reluctant baby-daddy to give Tad a fat lip. It wasn't swollen anymore after three days, but the mottled skin still bore the clear imprint of Charlie Johnson's knuckles.
"I wanted to apologize for what happened Friday," she said, not quite meeting his eyes.
"That's not on you," Tad said with a dismissive wave. "You only went out with him. You didn't make him hit me."
"No, but I spun him up on purpose and knew he was unstable. If I hadn't done that he might not have hurt you." She gave him the kind of stern look that implied how seriously she took her apology.
Fro[m] hook-up to personal [f]uck toy
Not a native English speaker but this isn't Shakespeare so what the hell. Also, I suck at formatting.
A few weeks ago I met this girl on OKC. She was married but looking for a side gig since her hubby was regularly seeing other women, too and it seemed like she wanted to do some catching up. We hit it off pretty well and while we kept most of our privates lifes to ourselves, we quickly seemed to click on a sexual level and talked/sexted in explicit detail about how our first encounter should look. We met shortly thereafter and had hours of amazing, very rewarding sex but at that point I had no idea how much better things were going to get.
I’ve (m)ade a huge mis(t)ake
So I got drunk. Really drunk… The kind of drunk you don't wanna be, because you make stupid mistakes. This mistake was the worst I've made. I just broke up with my girlfriend of a year and eight months. Why'd you break up you may ask. Well we all got drunk and fucked her best friend beside her while she was asleep. That was shitty, but it led me down a rabbit hole of whoriness I've never experienced. About a week after our breakup, I had been looking at craigslist casual encounter ads. Sure, I thought, I could fuck one of these people. I had always thought about fooling around with a guy, and I even emailed a couple guys but chickened out at the last minute. But then I saw a transexual post. I have been curious about trans girls for awhile now, and my drunkeness made me more ambitious. She was a bigger african princess it would seem. She wasn't really a princess, more of a hooker, as I paid her money to have sex with me. So I texted this chick. She seemed nice. Wanted $100 for a half hour of fun time. I told her I would get the money and meet her in a few minutes. I drive to her apartment, (this is all with me being VERY drunk btw, I probably wouldn't have done this sober) and wait for her. She shows up and we walk upstairs to her apartment. We walk in and I notice her place doesn't look too great (considering the area of town we're in). There's a black leather couch and an area rug. Random paintings are hanging on the wall. As I said before, I am very drunk, so I excuse myself to the restroom. I relieve myself and look in the mirror. "You're about to have sex with a transexual." I said excitedly. I have fantasized about this for years and never thought this would come true. I enter her bedroom and she asks for the $100 we had previously mentioned. I gave her the money and she pulls out a condom. She places it on my cock and takes off most of her clothing. I can see her sexy black cock and wish I could be playing with it, but I want her to play with me first. She begins to suck on my dick like there's no tomorrow. It feels amazing and I almost cum as she laps up my cock. She tells me to fuck her from behind. I oblige. I stand up and she assumes the position. I lick her asshole real quick and try to enter her. Something's wrong… I can't get inside of that beautiful tranny. I try and try again to no avail. She asks what's wrong and I say it's probably due to my drunkeness. She says don't worry and has me lay down and starts sucking me off again. By this point I am discouraged and can't get hard anymore. I try to fuck her sweet ass once more but cannot muster up the hardness to do her. I admit defeat and tell her I'm so sorry. She tells me she's worried I am mad her, which is the complete opposite, as I wanted to fuck her so badly. I realize that buying a transexual hooker, while it's sexy in my fantasies, is probably not what I actually want to do. She understands and we say our goodbyes. Everything in me wants to fuck the shit out of that bitch, but I can't bring myself to. Whether that's the alcohol or the straight talking is beyond me… I guess I'll understand tomorrow. Thanks for reading, this literally just happened. Sadly I'm out $100 but maybe that's a lesson learned. Don't try to fuck tranny hookers! Maybe that's the lesson…
(F4M) The most degrading and sexiest night of my life (Part 2)
So[m]etimes you eventually get to screw your high school crush, and even better, she’s a yoga instructor.[f] [continued in comments]
For my muse who got me to tell a few more stories
Jill was an acquaintance from high school. She was a cheerleader, maybe the most popular girl in four or five area high schools, and a secret crush of mine. When we were in high school, her body matured faster than other girls, other cheerleaders in fact. I can remember when we were at some spring sports event and some guys came up to her and another cheerleader from Jill’s squad. They commented on how the other girl was cute, but that Jill had a woman’s body. She was Filipina, with black hair that was curly in a loose, sexy bob.
Jump forward about 10 years, and Jill’s curves haven’t changed. That amazing athletic hourglass figure with full C cup breasts and long legs that had her at about 5’5”. She was now a yoga instructor on the west coast. She sent me a message saying that she had seen that I was coming to the west coast on business and offered to pick me up and to let me crash at her place for a few nights.
Worst prostitute ever! [m/f]
He didn't actually use that phrase but he strongly implied it.
Let's call him Kevin. Kevin had been a regular of the escort agency I worked for, long before I arrived and years after I left both the agency and the glamorous world of prostitution, I'm guessing he still is.
The woman that ran the agency loved him. It wasn't just because he was a frequent customer and the amount of money he pumped into the agency, I think it was because he fulfilled her expectation on every level of what her ideal customer would be like.
He was fat (pudgy rather than obese) balding and his 50’s, every woman’s dream, and he just wanted to be our friend. He also wanted to fuck us in the arse and urinate on us, though he was still a good bloke apparently!.
From before we joined the agency we were told we had to provide all the services the agency offered. So while a woman at another agency might not want to offer say, anal sex and her agency might work around it, our agency wouldn’t. In fairness when they were always up front about it. In practice how it worked was that your first time with a new client, if he asked for something like anal, you’d say not now, but once we’ve had a few bookings we’ll do it then.
I Bully and Humiliate My Obnoxious and Hot Roommate via an Unwanted Spanking While Everyone Laughs. [spanking] [mmf] [huml] [nc] [Mdom]
[This is a work of fiction but may bring to mind what actually happens sometimes all around the world e.g. in India (often in far more extreme form) so girl-tourists should use caution in India. Nobody herein described is meant to resemble any real person alive or dead. This text is not to be construed as a guide to appropriate behavior and condemns gender-violence of any kind. It's possible that the reader will get off to this. If he does not, he may get off pondering its moral message. Trigger Warning: hipsters, contempt, ACAB.]
Two policemen rode together in a police-car to what they thought was a crackhouse but was in fact your law-abiding, sovereign home. Due to a minor error in transcription, they'd been given the wrong address. As they drove, one policeman ranted the following to his partner shortly before bursting through your front door and killing you and your whole family.
Things I’ve literally f*cked myself with | Or why I should always travel with a cucumber [F40 Masturbation]
In the last several months I've gone on a few trips without any sex toys. Once because I rented a holiday property and it was going to be my Mom, son, a close friend and her kids, and it just seemed weird to pack a vibrator. Another time I was travelling just with my Mom and we were sharing a room. Recently I went to a family member's house and the walls are super thin.
I've subsequently learned that not having a toy is a big mistake. It leads to some pretty raunchy behaviour on my part.
I guess I should clarify that I need assistance to cum through masturbation. Not sure why but my own hands just don't do it for me. Perhaps I could find a lover who could educate me. But until that happens and I'm master of my own domain, I need a toy.
So… at the holiday property one day I found myself alone and desperately horny. I'd been on the naughty online dating site and having some great sexting exchanges and was all worked up. I rummaged around the kitchen, as it held the most promise. One washed cucumber later, I was fixing myself up quite nicely. Except the cucumber was cold. Microwaving it seemed wrong and potentially could end badly. Do they explode in the microwave? I didn't want to have to explain that one.
Watching a [m]an and woman [f]uck, and [f]inally joining in (part 3)
So Dan, Kate, and I had all cum. As I mentioned in part 2, we were all lying on the bed, kind of exhausted, and Dan was rubbing my feet. There's not much I love more than a good foot massage, so him doing that after watching them and then joining in for what had been pretty much the best sex of my life, I was in heaven. I felt so relaxed and was basking in that post-sex afterglow.
After a little while Kate asked if I would like to join them in the shower. At fist I said no, because I thought it would be a little cramped with three people and maybe kind of awkward. But then I went to the bathroom, and saw the shower. It was really nice with like stone tile, and plenty of room to fit all of us. So I said sure, why not. We all three got in and took turns standing under the hot water. Dan and Kate had their hands all over each other again, and I let Dan run his hands over my body some, too, mostly my breasts.