After a few rough up and down years, starting with the break up of me and my fiance, moving across country to get away from him and then finally losing the job that had allowed me to make such a gargantuan move times had been hard. However, after couch hopping for a bit I was finally able to find a job I love and make the first foray back out on my own. I had found a room for rent on Craigslist. The ad was for a cheap room in a large house in an old historic part of the city. I immediately met up with the owner of the building checked it out and it seemed pretty ideal. A house made of young professionals all in their 20s (though I had just turned 30) and everybody kept to themselves. The rooms were spacious, a large updated kitchen, 420 and LGBTQ friendly (both noted specifically in the ad) it really seemed like a great holding place until I was able to move onto something better.

A friend helped me move in, my room was cute but spacious and honestly everything was great. I had no seen anybody but heard foot steps and showers running. One night after I got off work late I heard the smoke alarm in the kitchen go off for a moment but that was the worst of it. Honestly, I could not help but roll my eyes it seems like every rental I have ever lived in had a smoke detector that would go off if the toaster was set too high. But things were fine and normal. Eventually, I met the two girls that lived on the first floor and they were cute and sweet, seemed very much the stereotypical “fag hag” types which is not my favorite type of person but whatever it was fine nonetheless.

Anyway, one Sunday night I was stuck at work especially late and didn't get home until about 2am, I cautiously made my way to my room not wanting to disturb anyone with my late entry, came in, took my clothes off, put something on Hulu and laid down in the dark. There was a pause in what I was watching and that is when I heard noises upstairs. It was a heavy and continuous movement. I paused the show. Someone was fucking. I had a moment of irritation, thinking, “Shit, guess I will have to put in earbuds and listen to a podcast until it stops”. But then, I really listened for moment while I tried to find my earbuds in my coat pocket. Someone was FUCKKIINNGG. It was loud, rhythmic, it sounded down right impressive. I didn't really get a choice in what happened next. My dick sprung to attention.

I pulled up some erotica on my phone to read through but honestly, it was unnecessary. I heard girl moan, wail? Wail. She was wailing in ecstasy. This seemed to egg-on whoever was fucking her. What I thought sounded like intense pounding got harder, more ferocious. I laid there slowly jerking my cock and realized this real life auditory spectacle had me on the edge of cumming within a minutes time. Then it stopped. Was it over? I refocused my energy back to my phone and then it started again. Soft. Slow. She started moaning again and I heard a deep masculine moan. He began to build steam and was right back at inhuman, machine like jack hammering. Which reached a new crescendo, this time the fucking was so intense I saw the ceiling start to bow, I was a bit concerned that in this old house it might give. I came. Just like that. I didn't really have any say in it and was a bit disappointed with myself, though not disappointed in my ejaculation. It had sprayed over my head and hit my head board, covered my face and knew I had to change my shirt. I was completely covered in my own cum. The show continued to roar on upstairs. I started to watch what I had cued but after a half hour episode the whole thing upstairs continued and in the pause between episodes I had gotten enough of a show that I was hard again. Just as I stared to jerk off the thumping stopped. “Well fuck it, if there's now show I am not jerking again” and just as that thought crossed my mind the girl let out an inhuman scream. To say she had cum might be an understatement and as she reached the fever pitch the pounding started again. She kept letting out these inhuman cryptid like moans, screeches, and wails. While it sounded like a freight train was passing by overhead. I had cum again but this time I never went flaccid. Still edging, my cock soaked with precum and cum, I edged and edged while he was put on a show unlike anything I had ever witnessed in my life. Finally, I heard him roar and it stopped. I quickly tugged out my third shot, looked at the clock and saw it was 530am, and that dim light was breaking through my blinds.

The next evening after I got off work my boyfriend and I went out for cocktails. I regaled him with the story of the previous night into morning. He found the whole things hot and hilarious and kept pressing pressing me about the man we have deemed “fuck machine upstairs”.

“How have you not seen him?”

“I work opposite hours of everybody”

“Yeah, I guess but still it has been what three weeks since you moved in and you haven't seen anybody?”

“Just those girls, and the landlord told me those were the only girls so I know everybody else is a guy, I think the guy is a musician but that is all I know”

“ I hope he is hot”

“What does it matter if he is hot if he can put on a show like that?”

“It makes it a better show in my mind”

“What does he looks like in your mind?”

“ I guess some well hung, surfer dude with messy blond hair” He laughed a bit at my fantasy.

“I hope he is fucking ugly. You know that is how it goes, he has six inches at best”

“NOBODY has just six inches and fucks like that”

“Sure...”

My first time sucking cock was with a friend of mine from school. We hung out for a while at my friends place, so I decided to ask if he would like to stay overnight at my place. So he said sure. So he came over after having supper with his family. When he arrived we started looking for good porn in brother's room while he was at work. So we found something good to watch. After watching some videos we decided to go sleep in the camper my family had setup in our yard. He slept on the top bunk bed and I slept in the middle. After reading through porn we decided to have a little naughty dare game. So I dared him to suck my cock hard, he was a little hesitant to do the dare. So I said alright I'll go so I pulled down his shorts and slowly sucking his soft hard cock. Tasted so good, was so think as well and uncut. He pushed me after I finished doing the dare. So then after seeing me fully hard he decided to try to suck my cock, he was only able to suck the head of my cock cause I was so thick. So after that he was getting tired so we both went to sleep for the night. I couldn't sleep after that awesome taste of his thin cock. So while he was sleeping on the top bunk of the camper I reached under the covers and slowly slide down his shorts, revealing his beautiful soft cock. I slowly wrapped my mouth over his cock feeling it go deep in my mouth. I was sucking deeper & deeper while he was still out like a light. It was so good and hot. He started to stir a little so I said shh just pretend I'm one of the chicks we were watching in the porn video. So I went back to wrapping my mouth around his cock feeling it get harder and tasting the precum. I kept going faster & faster so wet I could take it deep in mouth. Feeling the cum run down my throat as he continued to lay there. After he started to stir again I decided to stop and went back to sleep. The next day after we both woke up, we were hanging out and he was like I can't believe you sucked my cock while I was sleeping. And I was like so. We decided to keep this to ourselves and we did. That was the best cock sucking experience I ever had. I never saw him again after that. But I've been trying to meet TGirls with cocks ever since that experience.

Started a new story based on a post on another board. A 22 y.o. bisexual guy is newly unemployed and rents a room in an older guy's house. For some reason the bathroom he uses can only be entered by an outside door, which causes him and his 50-something landlord to cross paths. He was looking for advice on how to subtly flash the older dude.

With his permission I created a character in a similar situation who doesn't go into the situation with this intention, but discovers the unusual layout is making him want to be "caught" in various stages of undress, first by his landlord, and--later--others. I embellished on what he said about the house and its inhabitants to start the tale, and will let my imagination "go wild" to progress the story beyond mundane reality.

The Thrill of the Chase, Chapter 1: "Please Write for Details"

Started a new story based on a post on another board. A 22 y.o. bisexual guy is newly unemployed and rents a room in an older guy's house. For some reason the bathroom he uses can only be entered by an outside door, which causes him and his 50-something landlord to cross paths. He was looking for advice on how to subtly flash the older dude.

With his permission I created a character in a similar situation who doesn't go into the situation with this intention, but discovers the unusual layout is making him want to be "caught" in various stages of undress, first by his landlord, and--later--others. I embellished on what he said about the house and its inhabitants to start the tale, and will let my imagination "go wild" to progress the story beyond mundane reality.

The Thrill of the Chase, Chapter 1: "Please Write for Details"

There were never enough dentists in our little town. My dentist retired almost a year ago. I called every dentist in town and none were accepting new patients. Most told me they would see me for an emergency, but I wasn’t having any problems with my teeth. A few agreed to put me on a waiting list.

I had forgotten about my dental woes until one day walking into the drug store I see an advertisement for a new dentist. I look at the address. The office is located in a new strip mall at the edge of town. Instead of calling, I decide to drive over to check out our new dentist.

The plaza is new and pristine. As I walk into the office, it is a remarkable change from my old dentist. Everything is new and modern. It is very clean. There are two women at the desk. One is on the phone. When I tell the other woman why I am here she tells me that they can accept me as a new patient, but it will be a few months before they can get me in.

As she is speaking to me, a man walks out who I assume is the new dentist. I was a bit surprised to see he was not much younger than me—I guessed late forties to early fifties. I thought it was a bit odd that a mature dentist would be starting a new practice in a new town. But I let it pass without another thought.

He smiled at me and asked if I was available to see him later today at 5:30PM. He said the staff would be gone but he would be happy to take care of me.

I agree. He tells me it will just be a new patient check up. The woman behind the desk shrugs and smiles at me. She hands me a new patient form to fill out. I provide my group dental insurance information. After I return the forms, she enters my information into the computer and tells me my insurance will cover the cost of a new patient checkup. She then informs me that my insurance does not permit changing dentists, and wants to know if I wish to proceed. Once the dentist performs the new patient checkup, I will not be able to change dentists, as per the terms of my insurance.

I agree. What could go wrong? The office is very clean and well appointed. Oh boy, was I wrong.

I returned at 5:30. The office was empty. As soon as I entered, the man I met earlier appeared. He smiled, shook my hand and introduced himself as Dr Johnson. He locked the front door of the office and we went into the examination room. I notice the chair is equipped with straps he tells me not to worry, they are for patients who prefer NO2. He tells me I can put my hands on my stomach, or if I want to use the arm rests he will need to place the straps loosely over my arms for it to be comfortable. I figured that this may be normal for modern dentistry, so again, I agree.

Dr Johnson placed the straps over my wrists and forearms. They were loose enough that I could probably have slid my arms out if I wanted. But he suddenly cinched all four straps tightly around my two wrists and forearms. HE smiled. Then he reached under the chair and pulled out a wide strap that went around my legs just above the knees.

I looked at him with surprise and asked Dr Johnson why he had tightened the straps on my arms and now my legs?

“I prefer my patients are secured so they cannot move,” he said with a smile. “You will get used to it. The next time you are here, you can expect me to do the same. I approach it gently for new patients the first time.

He stood up and placed a heavy rubber apron over his head, securing it around his waist. He then pulled on a heavy pair of rubber gloves. He tipped me back and probed around my mouth with his dental tools. HE made a few notes. HE took two x-rays. I relaxed a little, feeling this was all normal.

As he looked at the x-rays, he told me my teeth were in good condition, but there was one tooth he was concerned about. I thought that odd. I hadn’t had a cavity in over a decade. Maybe my old dentist missed something.

“Okay. I am going to clean your teeth. Do you like vanilla-mint?”

“That’s fine with me,” I replied.

“That’s too bad. I am going to use a special paste for your teeth. It’s been over a year since they were cleaned.”

Dr Johnson was correct, so I never questioned the special toothpaste.

“I am going to pace the cleaner along your gums. I will just need you to hold it in your mouth for two minutes. Then I will polish your teeth.”

With that, Dr Johnson took a plastic syringe and placed the white fluid around my gums. It was strange. It tasted like cum. I was pretty sure it was cum. I closed my eyes. Those two minutes seemed like hours. He then proceeded to polish my teeth—in cum.

After that ordeal, he pulled out a syringe for freezing. He didn’t use a topical numbing agent like my old dentist. He went straight in. He froze both sides by injecting lidocaine into the back of each cheek.

Next, Dr Johnson proceeded to drill one of my front teeth, where the freezing was not taking affect. He told me to stop squirming. After his drilling was down, he then stuck a needle in my front gums and froze me again. My entire face was going numb.

After he finished ‘repairing’ my tooth, he inserted a dental retractor in my mouth to hold it open.

He the tilted my chair back and removed the headrest. He tipped my head back with his hands and inserted his already hard cock into my mouth. When he finally shot his load, he pushed deep into my mouth. I was so frozen, I had no gag reflex.

Once he had removed all the straps he told me that he wanted to see me every three months. He would keep the 5:30PM appointments open for me.

I wasn't about to complain about my new dentist.

Part One

The attorney’s phone call came as a deep shock to me. My uncle Bruce had died in a boating accident on the Colorado River. I knew he had headed out west for a few weeks. I had talked to him the night before he left his home on Hilton Head Island. But I knew I wouldn’t hear from him again until he returned home. He enjoyed his time alone while out on his expeditions. Of all my family, I was closest with him. Both of my parents worked for the State Department and were constantly traveling. They tried their best while I was growing up but between multiple moves and forever changing schedules, they thought it was best that I move to Hilton Head Island with my uncle for my last two years of high school. I was enrolled in a neighboring private school and moved in with my uncle the summer before the fall semester.

I called the attorney the next morning to discuss my uncle’s final arrangements. He was being kept temporarily at a mortuary in Grand Junction. I contacted them and made arrangements to have his body sent back to Windermere so he could be buried in our family plots. I knew the funeral services couldn’t be carried out at least for a few days. While most of the family lived within a few hours of Windermere, my parents were of course out of the country for work and I didn’t know how quickly they could return. My dad was in Berlin and my mom was in Johannesburg. I was dreading having to tell the news to my mother since it was her brother. I had just turned 30 the week before and the last thing I could have imagined was being told I was the executor of my uncle’s estate.

My uncle picked me up at the airport in Savannah. At that time the airport in Hilton Head didn’t have a runway large enough to support commercial airliners. I had shipped my belongings the week before and they had already arrived at my uncle’s place. On the drive it had occurred to me that I had never seen my uncle’s new home. Except for a brief marriage in his early 20’s, he had been a bachelor his entire life. He was always on the go but I saw him on holidays, weddings, and such. And a few times a year he would come just to visit and always spent time with me. I knew he would probably be gone a lot and he also knew that I was capable of taking care of myself seeing as my parents were away so much. My uncle gave me the option of taking the upstairs bedroom or the pool house. He had recently added on an office to the house and so he had moved his architect design business out of the pool house. So of course I jumped at the chance to have my own place in the pool house. It had its own living area and separate bedroom and master bathroom. There was also an outdoor shower that my uncle told me was awesome in the mornings when the sun was coming up. He lightly punched my shoulder and said he knew how much young guys needed their shower time. I was kind of shy at the time and pretended like I didn’t know what he was referring to. But being shy would soon be a thing of the past.

We buried my uncle on a Saturday. It had been eight days since he died. I had done everything that was expected of me and put in my face time with the family. But I was still numb and hadn’t come to terms with his death. I immediately felt selfish for thinking of myself. I knew my mom had to be heartbroken over the death of her younger brother. But he was more of a dad to me than my own father. He had never missed anything important in my life and treated me as a peer rather than a kid. I didn’t know what to make of it all.

I went home and pulled out the bottle of bourbon my uncle had sent me for my birthday just a couple of months earlier. I thought a couple of drinks might help relax me. I had to travel to Hilton Head the next day and start the process of taking care of his estate and architect firm. I’d be staying at my uncle’s place until everything was taken care of. The bourbon was the same brand he had let me try at the age of 17. It was my first time drinking alcohol and I tried my best to hide the burn and keep a cool appearance. It was his way of showing that he trusted and respected me. He didn’t show the same kind of admiration for my cousins. He tried to be impartial but it wasn’t a secret that he thought more of me. So I guess it made sense that he would he think of me to handle his estate.

I got about six hours of sleep that night. I would have to drive up to Hilton Head since I’d be staying a while and would need a car to get around. I still had a set of keys to my uncle’s place and threw them in my luggage. The drive would take about five hours if traffic was good. I hadn’t been to my uncle’s place in over year but didn’t expect much to have changed. He was easy going but meticulous and a man of habit. My mind kept wandering to the memories of living with my uncle and everything he had taught me. It made the drive go by quickly. It was a little after 7:00 pm when I arrived in Hilton Head. I unpacked my things and then went to a local bar and restaurant to get something to eat. My uncle and I had eaten there plenty of times and he was well known. The owner knew something was wrong when he saw me by myself. The ugly task of letting everyone know the tragic details had started all over again.

I woke up around 8:00 am the next morning to the sound of lawn equipment. I had slept out in the pool house. My uncle still hadn’t changed anything from when I lived there. I threw on a t-shirt and some shorts and went out to the front lawn. There was a guy who looked to be in his mid 30’s riding a lawn mower and a lady who looked about the same age tending to the hedges. She was wearing a light blue polo shirt with their company logo on it and pair of khaki shorts that barely covered her upper thighs. It was still early in the morning but I could imagine by the middle of the day she would be shimmering in perspiration and leaving even less to the imagination.

After a couple of attempts at waving at them they finally noticed me and came over. I introduced myself as my uncle’s nephew and before I could get another word out she said “Oh you must be Grayson! I’m Allison. You’re uncle talked about you a lot and said you might be coming up for a visit this spring”. “You knew my uncle well?” I asked. She went on to tell me she had been taking care of his landscaping for the past year but her boyfriend had just recently started working with her. I told them I wished we were meeting during better circumstances and went on to tell them the bad news. They were both shocked to hear that my uncle was dead. But I could tell by her face and body language that she was very upset by the news. More upset than a gardener who most likely had many clients should be in my opinion. I let them know I would still need them to maintain the property until the house was sold and let them finish their work. But I was still mystified by her reaction to his death. I kept an eye on them and as her boyfriend was loading up the equipment I asked her to come in for a moment. When she came into the foyer I turned to her and asked “were you fucking my uncle?”

Arabian Nights.

So I have, what is to me, a perfect life. I have two husbands, one I married in the Universal Life Church, and the other in the State of Wyoming. A polyamorous relationship works well for me. I have a very high libido and, well, I just like having sex. Mostly now with men. But I also find women attractive and I’ve gone long term many times with women where men didn’t factor in at all.

What’s my perfect man look like? More about charisma, really. What drives him. Oh, he needs to be handsome and preferably tall and with a large cock. But I’ve had sex with lots of small-dicked guys and it was great. So what’s my type? Basically a pulse and a hard cock. I’m pretty easy.

We came to Wyoming for work, and it’s great work. I am highly compensated and I don’t have to put a lot of time in. And there are a LOT of hot stud cowboys here and I’ve been busy.

But now I’m facing a dilemma. I need to take some vacation time or lose it. And neither hubby #1 nor hubby #2 can get away. Which leaves me with solo options. NYC? Berlin – love German men. Great cocks and attitudes. Australia, for some Aussie ass? So many options. As I scan the internet for ‘best gay male vacation spots”, maybe a cruise? I hate cruises. But a gay one…hmmm.

An email pops up:

“Hey Ethan, Been thinking about you a lot and I miss your pure white backside and your leading me to paradise with it. Please tell me you can come to visit me? It’s Spring here and we have desert runs to make, which is basically camping in the desert, but with camels and servants. It’s a lot of fun and we can have a LOT of time together. And I need you! LMK. Best Aziz”

Fuck. Aziz. Or, really, Prince Aziz. What a fucking hot and stunning man. I love Arab guys. So commanding. So domineering. So stunning. I met him at the gym, he was dressed in his country’s white robe and a head turban. He opened the door for me, and the wind blew his robe tight to his body and he had a PENDULOUS cock over thick legs. And fuck. He was gorgeous. I worked my ass off getting him to finally tap my ass. Fuck. I could use some of that right now…hmm. A trip to Arabia?

See, what I learned about Arab men is, that there is basically no stereotype of “gay” man or world there. They all, or the wealthy men do, have multiple wives, which they service on rotation. And they are desert dwellers. Where women do not go, or their wives don’t at least. So when they are off in the desert, you use what you have at hand to get off. It’s not a ‘love’ thing, it’s a physical release thing. And these guys are horny. Which is usually the buddy sitting next to you. And it’s perfectly fine and normal, then back to fucking your wife/wives when you return. Great culture!

“Hey Aziz – great to hear from you. I miss your stunning and massive princely cock. No man has been able to satisfy me like you do since you’ve left (white lies build up egos, I find)! Tell me more about your desert trips and how and when I should travel so I can be with you for these trips? And how are you and how is your wife and family? Best, Ethan.”

And I start researching trips to Arabia. Mostly via NY and London. No easy way to get there. Then into Dubai and then puddle jumper to where Aziz lives.

How to explain Aziz. It’s machismo really. And I know about machismo as my hubby #2 is 100% Italian and has a massive cock and an attitude to work it. And I do love him.

But Aziz. 6’6”, thick mane of dark and curly hair. Light coffee-with-cream colored skin, and a perpetual 5 o’clock shadow or short ½” beard. Broad shoulders, and thick legs, with a tight V waist. Lots of camel racing and polo in his youth. He wears chunky gold jewelry and big heavy watches. And 9” of thick, massive, bullet shaped cock, cut, over fat testicles. And he’s my favorite show-er – at least 7” soft. And I love it and him. And he knows how to use it! Fuck.

When we first met at the gym, he was worried about perving on the modestly attired women. So I gave him my too-tight compression shorts. And there was no American modesty towards me. We were two men and he stood right next to me and he admired me and I admired him. And fuck. Him.

Then we were working out and he got erect at the women and I figured in his compromised state, maybe I could get him a little interested. So I flashed him my cock and asshole (loose and short-shorts where accidents ‘happen’) and he was so cute. He actually pushed my shorts closed and was worried I’d arouse a man enough and they’d want to ravage me. Which is exactly what I wanted.

Then he starts going on about how smooth and white and clear my ass is, and how I’d do well in his home country. Something about when there are no women about, men had to ‘avail themselves of the alternatives’ – which sounded pretty fuck-all solid to me.

Then he starts explaining to me that fucking a ‘pure’ ass like mine brings them closer to Allah. And I was like, yeah, uh-huh, of course it does. You are fucking a tight ass and it feels good. The French compare cuming to La Petite Mort – same thing. And totally works for me.

Then I bring Aziz into the locker room and strip, showing him my ass. And he peels the too-tight compression shorts off and he had the most painful looking throbbing erection. And he is wet with precum. Dripping! He had talked about piercing guys asses before, so I figured maybe I should offer to help him out.

And I really am bad. I lead him to an empty sauna and lie down on my stomach and give him just enough of a view of my ass and hole. And fuck, he comes over with that massive shlong and spits on my hole and just starts to ‘pierce’ me, amazed at how ‘pure’ my ass was. Well, let me tell you. I have one high-mileage ass, and if he wants to call it ‘pure’, who am I to dispel him of the inaccuracy.

And boy, can the dude fuck. He had game, and passion and softness and he said he came close to meeting Allah. He flooded my ass with cum. It was awesome. And here’s the kicker. As two dudes, as equals, I have the right to do to him what he did to me. Unless, he explained, his fucking me was so good that I came by myself. Which I didn’t. I would have if we’d fucked in the missionary position with our tight abs, but not gonna happen on my stomach. I could tell he didn’t want to be fucked. It was all an honor thing, we call it pay-back. Which is a bitch sometimes. He could nail a guy and meet Allah, but he’d have to give up the same thing. I declined the honor, and could have gotten a blow job, but a hand job sufficed and he was skilled at that, too! Fuck.


To see Aziz again. Makes sense. When else would I get the chance to get there.


“Ethan – so encouraged that you are considering a trip to Arabia! If you give me your dates, I will arrange it with Emirates. You don’t need to pack for anything other than what you will need personally. We will dress you once you are here so you have appropriate attire. We’ll be at home for a few days and then we will start our campaign. I cannot wait to have you as a camel mate! We get to sit very close together and you will have to hold on to me tightly. And our robes are very thin and it’s a lot of guy fun! And you will have to keep me company each morning, evening and right after afternoon prayers. I’ll explain it all to you when you get here. Some things we can and cannot do at each time. After prayers being a very public coupling as we will be travelling and all of us in one big tent. Mornings and evenings we will have our own tent. Separately, I have THREE wives now, and 6 children, blessed be Allah, four are boys with big healthy penises and Ahmed’s testicles have dropped and he is 13 and close to having his first orgasm, which he will share with me – hopefully you can be here for it, it’s a very big event in our culture for a young Arab boy! And then I will buy him his first wife! So it’s all very exciting. Hope all is well with you and send travel details! Aziz.”


Jeez. Testicles dropping? And sharing with his dad? And a wife at 13? And public coupling!?! Fuck. These guys are horn dogs. Or horned camels. I wonder what’s got a bigger cock, horses or camels? I can’t wait on this one…


“Aziz – please explain to me why Ahmed will share his orgasm with you? And a wife at 13? E”


“Ethan. In our culture, men and our penises are central to the culture. And young boys, as they approach puberty, are shown by their fathers, usually in the public baths, how to masturbate. This is part of their education so they will know what to expect. Well, most boys cannot wait and they spend months stroking their hard cocks (I did!) praying to Allah for a glimpse into paradise. Once they have one, usually it’s in the form of a wet dream, they need to demonstrate this to their father, who is only overjoyed that their boy is now a man! There is a ritual where we will share his sperm, as a continuum of life, as my sperm created him. Then I will find him and buy him a suitable bride. That’s interesting, too, because it’s my right to breach her maidenhead, to prove her virginity, and turn her over to my son. But I don’t think I’ll take that right. But it is my hand which will guide his young penis into her vagina for the first time! It’s a VERY special day in our culture. And we then pray for 20 sons! Best. Aziz.”


Wow. Like, not how I came the first time and not how my dad taught me, nor how my wedding night went. Either one. FUCK.

Hey guys, I posted this before but thought I'd throw it in this forum too. Y'know cause why not. It's a story about the first time I ever sucked a guy off and wondering if anyone had any similar experiences?
Anyway, here goes...

So a good few years back when I lived in south Yorkshire (uk) me and a good mate of mine used to hang out quite alot. We'd known each other for about 3 years... He was 20 and I was 19. He used to take the piss because I was a pretty skinny guy compared to him. He wasnt massive or anything but had broad frame, was hairy and quite big built. He had that sort of chavvy rough look about him but without the arsehole cocky attitude lol.

Anyway his girlfriend had dumped him maybe about a month prior to this? Can't really remember but that's brings us playing his xbox round his one day and he was banging on about how jacking off wasnt helping his horn. After a bit of banter I suggested as a joke that I'd give him a hand if he wanted. Obviously he laughed it off as I did I but truth be told I actually wanted too. I wasnt out at the time (be it that the town we lived in was rough and I didnt want people knowing) but he knew and was completely sound with it. The thought of it made me suddenly horny and at the time I swear I saw something in his face that said maybe he did too? But thought nothing of it and we carried on just bantering around...

Three days later we meet up again and decided to go for bike ride. Once you got out of town there were near by fields which lead onto a forest which was awesome to ride through. So after about an hour of riding and chatting about general crap we stopped to have a drink and to catch our breath. I remember joking and teasing him that the ride must have been agony on his blue balls to which he replied it's never been as bad. At that point I thought fuck it and said again that I'd be more than happy to give him a helping hand if he wanted and yet again I saw something in his face that was like he was almost thinking about it, so I stopped laughing and said
'Seriously, if you want too then i will. This is just between me and you. Offers on the cards, plus it's only a bit of fun nothing serious?' And as quickly as that he 'Yeah fuck it why not, just between us though. And a one off yeah?'
And just like that my close 'straight' mate had agreed to let me suck him off for relief in the middle of the woods.

Never in my entire life did I become as horny as I did then. We were pretty deep into the woods already and luckily just off the bike path and slightly hidden was a large rock face with a pretty deep split running through the middle of it, so decided to go in there just in case there was the odd person walking by.
We literally had just enough room for both of us and once we were in I looked at him and asked if he was sure, to which he just looked down and said 'well go on then...'
With that I got down on my knees so his crotch was level with my face and I could see the faint line of his head. Bearing in mind 3 years of friendship I had never really seen his cock. Obvoiusly the odd flash here and there while joking around and a slight glimpse while we were having a piss at the local pub, but never properly. So had no idea really what to expect, and after pulling down his joggers I'm not gonna lie I was slightly gutted.
His balls were considerably larger than mine, massive even but his knob was about 2 and a half inches soft with a fair amount of foreskin. Now be it all the porn I used to watch I naively thought it would be bigger but thought to myself fuck it and got to work... well holy shit did that change.

Now I've heard of a grower, but this was seriously something else. I could feel him start to swell up in my mouth which was hot... but then he just kept growing, and growing, and growing. I looked up to see his eyes closed and his mouth open which seemed to indicate he was loving it so carried on.
Before I knew it he had completely filled my mouth so stopped to catch my breath and he was still semi. I then tried to deep throat him to the base but by this point it had not started to not only grow thick but was also gaining length considerably. So I slowly jerked him off and just continued to watch in awe of this beast transforming in front of me.
In the end I kid you not he must have been just under 9 inches and had become girthy as fuck. His mushroom head had grown so fat in fact it had pushed his foreskin completely back.
He said to not to stop so got back to work. After 5 minutes of working his head and shaft he started to moan and thats when I noticed his nuts had started to pulsate.
Everytime I circled his head with my tongue they would tense up tight and slowly drop back down until they just stayed tight close to the bottom of his shaft. That's when his moaning and breathing picked up. Thick clear pre cum had started to drip out and I asked if he was getting close to which he just nodded. I spent another minute or 2 jacking him off and when I picked up the pace his legs slightly buckled and that's when I knew he was gonna erupt and fuck me that's exactly what he did.
He grunted and the first cum started to trickle out, then suddenly 6 or 7 powerful blasts of thick cum shot past my face and hit the rock behind me, all the while he was stifling loud moans behind gritted teeth. I managed to squeeze a good few more drops of cum out of his cock until his breathing had returned to relatively normal.

As just quickly as it had started he just laughed, flopped his still hard cock back into his joggers and said 'Fuuuuck, I seriously needed that.' So i popped back up, brushed off my knees and said no problem at all and promised again that it was a one off and what are mates for. Laughing we jumped back onto our bikes and set off home. No awkwardness or anything, it was just amazing.
As we said it was just a one off and we of course joked about it sometimes but unfortunately I moved to North wales a year later. We keep in touch but not half as much as we used too. From what I hear he's now happily married with 2 kids.. lucky bitch is all I've got to say haha!

So yeah that was mine. Have met up with a few other guys and was great but feel like nothings beat that first time yet. Was absolutely ace! So was wondering how was your first time or if you've encountered a similar surprise? Hope it was as good as mine!

I feel like I'm going crazy!

There was a story on here that I read years ago and it was one of the hottest I've ever read.

It was a m/m story about an absurdly hung college dude (who I really want to say was named Ben), and it was told from the perspective of a classmate of his.

I've searched every possible word and phrase I can remember from the story but it's like it's been completely expunged from the internet.

Some key things I recall, in order of occurrence:
-scene in which "Ben" grabs a handful of condoms that are being given out at the university
-scene in which the main character and "Ben" go into a bathroom together and "Ben" shows him his massive dick. In this scene I specifically recall "Ben" lamenting about how gigantic his dick has gotten lately, and how he says he's "even taken to fucking guys"
-"Ben" then waves his dick at the main character and asks "if [he'd] care to do the honors"
-The scene ends with "Ben" sucking himself off in the stall
-The main character goes over to "Ben's" house where he meets his somewhat younger brother and discovers he's similarly extremely hung while watching him shower.

PLEASE tell me someone else remembers what I'm talking about lol? I legit feel like I'm going crazy trying to track down this story and failing.

Just a short story...

Trent awoke to the sounds of fucking. No, not just fucking. That girl was taking a pounding. She was barely keeping it together. Fuck, he thought…they’re at it again. One of them at least. Maria, Liz, both…with their new boyfriends. New boyfriends that ruined the trip.

It was going to be the best weekend ever. At the lake, just him and three got girls. His girlfriend and her friends for her birthday. Bikinis and drinking all day and all night. Hell, he even let himself think - just for a moment - that maybe they’d want some sort of group sex. An orgy…Trent the orgy guy. Stupid. Now his girlfriend was on the couch listening to one of her friends get their insides rearranged.

Truth or dare. When was that ever a good idea? The sight of Kacey holding that cock. That massive, thick, soft cock. And the other one was just as big. Where did they find these guys? And the look on her face…she was annoyed the game had even happened and that she was forced to participate. But when she wrapped her fingers around it - well, mostly around it - something else crept across her face. Shame? Curiosity? Whatever it was, she forced it down and silently scooted back to Trent after her dare was over. Thankfully.

His head was still slightly spinning. Was he still drunk? He remembered arguing with Kacey. She had left after the sounds stopped. The sounds of her friends in the loft fucking. Getting fucked. Getting their brains fucked to mush. Nobody came that much…it had to be fake. It went on for too long. And with every minute that passed, Kacey’s silence was more pronounced. There was no sleeping through it. Just waiting for it to be over. Listening to ever scream, every wimper, every moan. Every exclamation and praise for the biggest cock they’d ever had, the best fuck they’ve ever had. And they laid there, Trent and Kacey, with nowhere to go. After it ended, finally, Kacey left the room to go sleep on the couch. They thought it was over. It was 3 am when it ended, that had to be it.

Now it was 4. Kacey was on the couch and her friends had somehow started up again. Just as passionately as before. More so. Trent couldn’t make out words, just animalistic noises of pleasure.

That cock. He couldn’t get the image out of his head. It it hung there. So thick. Nearly to his fucking knee. Kacey’s small fingers wrapping around it. He had never seen anything like it. And her friends…they dared her to grab it. They made her tell them it was huge. Massive. The biggest she’d ever seen.

Trent managed to stand up and make his way to the door. As he opened it, the sounds of intense sex became clearer. Grunts, yelps, skin slapping skin. “God, you’re fucking huge” were the only words he made out.

He approached the couch. Kacey must be awake. He needed to apologize and tell her to come back to bed. No way she could be happy to be on the couch and be subjected to this. He leaned over the couch. There were two bodies laying on it, spooning each other. Liz and Maria. They looked up at him.

“She’s busy,” Maria said. “She’s gonna be busy for a while. Go back to bed.”

“What??” Trent said in disbelief. “Who’s she fucking up there?”

“Both of them,” Liz said, matter of factly. “They’re her birthday present.”

“They’re your boyfriends…don’t you have any problem with this?”

“They’re not our boyfriends,” Maria explained. Liz nodded. “They’re just two stupidly well-hung guys we found. We needed to break Kacey out of her rut. Sorry, but you’ve been on your way out for a while.”

From the loft, Kacey’s voice was recognizable once again.

“Oh fuck I’m cumming…I’m cumming again….,” Kacey squealed.

Maria and Liz were no help. Trent made his way to the stairs. He needed to stop this. As he ascended, Kacey’s voice grew slightly quieter. Good, he thought, maybe this is ending.

When he got to the top of the stairs, he saw Kacey laid on her back. Her body rocking back and forth as one of the idiot boyfriends stroked his thick cock into her, holding her legs spread wide apart. He saw the reason her voice was muffled. The other idiot boyfriend’s huge cock was hanging down into her mouth, her lips stretched around the enormous head as she suckled it. None of them noticed his presence. Whatever he thought he was going to say, he couldn’t. Word escaped him. Huge. They were just…huge. And Kacey..beautiful as she was, was a sweaty, quivering mess. He stood and watched as inch and fat inch of cock penetrated her. Stretched her. The one with his cock in her mouth, he kept reaching down and stroking it, squeezing it as though he was milking precum into her mouth. Her lips never released their seal as she sucked it. That monstrous thing.

“Let me get some more,” the one being sucked said to his comrade. “I need some of that.”

“I’m close to cumming,” The one impaling Kacey said. “Let me finish in her mouth and you can have her for a little.”

With that, the one fucking her pulled out and motioned for Kacey to come to him. She scrambled to her knees and took his massive cock in her hands. She worked the long shaft eagerly, looking up at him as she sucked as much as she could fit into her mouth. He steadied himself and let go. It must have been an enormous load. Kacey gulped and gulped. A stream of cum ran down from her mouth as he overfilled her. Eventually she released his cock from her mouth with a loud ‘pop’ and licked the cum from her lips. She was still looking up at him in amazement when the ‘other boyfriend’ grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her back onto her stomach. She let out a squeal and looked back at him, giggling.

“You ready to fuck me, stud?” She asked. He moved himself behind her and slowly pushed his cock into her.

“Oh fuuuuuuck…,” she yelled as he sunk into her.

Trent turned and walked down the stairs.

Some weekend this turned out to be.

Okay, I'm going to share with you my very detailed (VERY DETAILED) first tickle Experience. Just for a little background. At the time, I was 23 turning 24 and I wanted to do something different for my birthday. I also was very much into my tickling fetish more than I ever have been and finally had to courage to go though with a session. After much back and forth with many different ticklers, weird ass phone conversations and such, someone agreed to tickle me finally. This was broken up in parts, but I just put it all together, sorry about the length, I'm sure it could be worth it for some. Now, I'll go right into the story:

Yeah, so I finally got to have the tickling session. It wasn't with that weird old guy in Miami. This was another older guy (56). He was really nice on the phone and not weird. I felt like I could trust him. My old roommate moved out and my new one has moved in. He works night shifts so I could host at my apartment.

I wore just my Nike skater shorts and my artsy vans with footy socks. This dude was a stocky (hairy as shit) guy by the way. I can't really explain to you what kind of restraints those are because they were something a little different. They were these orange straps that he hooked to the bed and tighten. wrapped my arms and legs so I was spread eagle.

As he was strapping me down, he's lightly tickle across me with game me chills as shutter my laughs. One I was fully strapped down, the hell began.

He went straight for my abs. He was quickly spider his hands across abs, circling all the creases. I squirm in a frenzy, giggling away. Then he targets second portion (the most ticklish section of abs) of my eight pack and does this fucking scrubbing motion that made me roar with laughter. My squiring escalated as I weave back and forth. Then he takes his index finger and plunges it into my belly button (the kill spot) and I reach my higher pitched laughter as I bang my head on the mattress. I suck in my belly to try and avoid his finger but he's locked on as his fingernail continuously grace my nub (that shit drives me crazy).

Then he goes up to arm pits and digs right into the center. That sent off a surprising shock wave through my body because I didn't even know I was ticklish so there. This sustains me at my high-pitched laughter and I'm just kicking and squirming. Eventually he stops goes down to my legs.

He starts spider tickling my likes as I laugh with shivers. He takes off my left van and socks and gives my left foot (this guy said I had pretty feet by the way... that one is a new one of me) and gives it a quick tickle. My feet spasms and laughter quickly leaves my lips. He takes all this nails to the center of both my feet and scrubs them. I wiggle my feet like crazy to avoid his hands but to no avail.

He kept wiggling his fingers up and down my feet. I'm really ticklish at the higher portion of my feet on the bottom, which lead to my pitch of laughter getting higher. Then he dances his fingers up my legs and all the way up to my thighs which made me shiver as I laughed. I wiggled sided to side my back arched slightly off my bed. Because of this, my tied string on my shorts gracing my stomach now. It was right across my belly button area and it was ticking me (it's so embarrassing but strings to my pants or shorts tickle my stomach in my sleep so I must move it) and I couldn't move it. So, as he continued tickling my legs and feet and wiggling from that, I'm wiggling even more now because my string his tickling me and I had no way of moving it.

Then he stopped and approached his "bag of tools" (that shit looked like big lunch box by the way and it had like flowers on it...) By the way, I was still being tickled by my string so I kept launching my stomach left and right trying to get the string from across my belly button but I couldn't, lol. He asks, "are you alright?" and I respond laughing, "my fucking string is tickling my stomach." It just kept moving across my stomach as I giggled with move the string made. I eventually got it off me, but the tickler has now pulled out a bandana. I got scared at first because I thought he was going to used that to tickle me (soft fabrics like that kill me, I have shirts that tickles me). So, I said, "What is that for?" and he responded, "A blindfold. So, you can't see." The he ties it across my eyes and everything was quiet and black... Next thing I know his fingers are fast dancing across my abs (that are tensing uncontrollably), sending me into my high-pitched laugher.

Then he stops. I'm able to breathe a little bit as I quickly pant. I hear him reach into the bag, and I hear him move things around. So, then I say, "what're you doing?" But he doesn't respond and I don't hear him jumbling in the bag anymore... Then I feel his hand grab my left ankle and I feel I long line of bristles scrubbing across my foot. I explode with high-pitched laugher as I try to wiggle my foot away, but he has a strong grip of my ankle. He scrubs the brush ( I want to say hair brush) up to the top portion of foot which forces me to arch my foot back and my foot is moving like crazy now. He grabs my right ankle and scrubs the brush across my other foot. For some reason my right foot is more ticklish than the left so that really sent me into uncontainable laugher with my foot spasms like crazy. He eventually stopped as I'm able to gather some air.

I hear him shuffling in his "bag of tools" again, then there's silence... He grabs my grab left ankle again and I hear an object turn on with a rattling sound, but I already knew what it was. I feel the very fast moving circular moving bristles scale up and down my foot. This renders me back into my high-pithed laughter. I'm wiggling my foot, but no avail as he scours across the back of my toes. I lay with my head in the air and with my neck tensed. He stops and grabs fight foot as Deja-vu except with the more ticklish foot as I try to wiggle my foot away from the electric toothbrush. I let out long stream of laugher as he continues to shine the circular bristles across my foot. Then he finally stops and I'm trying to catch my breath once again (this the norm in this situation). Everything is all quiet again. I hear him go back to his "bag of tools" and in mind I wonder, what could he be possibly be using on me next.

There's a long pause... Then I feel these smaller bristles rub across the bottom of my left foot as it spams. I ask, "what is that?", and he responds, ruling the small bristles across my right foot that spasms even more. "My secret weapon," was his answer. Next then I know, there's a very familiar loud buzzing sound as an electric tooth brush is ran rabbit across the bottom of my left foot. My foot tenses and wiggles every way as my boyish laughter is let out yet again. He runs it across my foot faster and faster. My left foot is so tensed now, my toes are curled in. I’m trying to move my foot away from this torturous electric toothbrush but I can't see. Every direction I move my foot, it follows me. He switches the electric toothbrush to my right foot, which sends me into a ticklish shock upon impact. Right foot is wildly fighting way from this sinister moving tool of torture. He grabs my ankle and holds my foot in place as he runs the electric tooth brush all the way up to the back of my toes. I laugh in misery, unable to move my foot at all. He took his time going across every crease of my back toes as my foot dancing way in his hand. Then he stopped... I get a quick breather, then he runs the electric tooth brush up my right leg. Whole leg tenses and I weave side to side with a shivering laugh. It was like that feeling of a spider (which tickle me too) walking up my leg, but a heavier and quicker one. He runs it across my left leg as my shivering continues. Then, the buzzing stops... and it's quiet again. "You alright?", he asks. "yeah," I say panting.

My bed dips on the right side, which only means he's getting on the bed with me. What could this mean? I thought. Where is this going now? And why did I want to know? I feel his fingers dancing up both my legs as I burst out a string laughter with no breaths. His fingers edge under my shorts and right over my thighs. And then hell began, He dug his fingers into my thighs and I exploded with high-pitched laugher. His fingers are dig right into the muscle area of the thighs. My back arches all the way off the bed and my I try to move my arms but he restraints hold me in place. I try to regather air, but I'm still laughing and this is tickling the shit out of my thighs. As he continues to dig into my thigh muscles, I wiggle like my life depends on it. I try shake his fingers off my thighs but it seems like it's making it worse. I lean back on to the bed with my head madly banging the bed. This shit is driving me crazy and I can't stop laughing, I didn't even know I was that ticklish there. I'm squirming so much that my right arm shakes free from the restraint. I naturally try to protect myself with my free arm but he immediately re-restrains my arm. Then he digs right back into my thigh muscles. "Shit!" is my response as laughter re-erupts and I'm flailing out of my mind. "be still," this guy says, but I can't do the with him tickling the shit out of me. Then he stops...

I only take two breaths, and his dancing his finger across my abs. My abs flex immediately as my back arches again in conjunction with my high-pitched laugher. I'm trying to shift my stomach away from his fingers but it's no use. He's tracing his happy fingers all around the grooves of my abs. Then he dances fingers up to my chest. He then focusses a finger from each hand on my nipples. As circles my nipples with his fingers, my shoulders tense up and my stomach instinctively sucks in. My laugher turns into a much softer laughter, but still uncontrollable. It was weird to me because I didn't know I didn't ticklish there. It was so irritatingly ticklish and I could not avoid it at all. It gave me chills it felt so funny. Then he slides his fingers across my chest... and dug them into my arm pits. That shit tickled like hell as my laugher elevated to another level. My back arched off the bed again, my legs were trying to shake free but his restraints continued to do their job. Then he stopped. I was desperately panting, and the only moment I get one big gulp of breath... He plunges his finger right back into my belly button. "Fuck!", I say as I raise my head to the ceiling and laugh into hiccups (if you know what I mean by that). My stomach sucks all the way in, but he just digs his finger further. He's scratching my trademark nub in my navel as I lean up trying to alter his finger off it. It didn't work so I fall back on to the bed laughing in misery. I continue suck in my stomach and try to wiggle his finger out of my belly button, but he just won't let up. "you like this, don't you," he says. "no!" I respond laughing. He eventually stops. I am panting like hell now. My heart is pounding and my belly is jumping up and down. I feel him get off the bed... but what for?

I left off wondering what he was going to happen next being I felt him get off the bed and this long silence. Moments later, I feel him get back on the bed. I naturally had my eyes clothes being that I couldn't see. I realized that my squirming has adjusted my blindfold to where I can see. So, I open my eyes and I look down... and I see this guy in his underwear (black Hanes briefs by the way for those that's curious) standing with a sinister grin on his face. And that was the moment where an internal fear developed. In my mind I said, "Okay, I'm about be raped." I was restrained with no way of getting loose, he was in his underwear suddenly, what was I supposed to think? He never said he was going to be in his underwear when he tickled me. Then he saw that I could see and says, "You're not supposed see me," he approached me and readjusted my blindfold so I can't see again. Uncertainty continued to build, I had no idea what to expect now.

Then, I feel him get back on the bed. I know he's at the right of me, but he's much closer this time. I feel his body heat touch my sides. Next thing I know, I hear the electric toothbrush buzz on. He runs it up my shorts and right on to that really ticklish thigh area as my leg shakes like hell. I start giggling uncontrollably with my head shaking around. He runs it up my left leg and onto my other thigh as my left leg shakes wildly. My laughter didn't even skip a beat. My tickle nerves were so jumpy with every part of the electric tooth brush graced across. Then, he stopped. So, did the electric toothbrush...

As I pant, I hear these different clicking noses. I can tell it's with electric toothbrush, I can only assume he was switching the size of the brush (does anyone know this? I really don't know). Then, I hear it turn on from a distance. The buzzing edges closure to me, but I have no idea where it's going to land on me next. He places it right on the bottom portion abs of eight pack as the other abs spasm from the touch, causing my high-pitch laughter to return. He moves it back and forth across my lower abs as I try desperately to move away from it, but we know my luck with that so far. He rolls the electric tooth brush up my side and slides it across my upper abs (the even more ticklish abs). I let out this embarrassing exaggerated kiddy laugh because It's tickling my abs so much I don't know how to handle it. Now he's tracing this electric toothbrush all around my abs. My abs are now stick in this tight position so I can't suck in, so I try to bury myself in my mattress. He continues to trace over my abs, and I mean take his time as I am just in a hell of laughter. Then, he stops...

I hear the clicking noses with the electric toothbrush (again, I think he's switching the size). He turns it back on and places it back where he had it. I can feel him edging the brush towards my belly button (and I already know of that hell). He begins to circle around my belly button which gives me chills. I brace for the impact as circles closer and closer towards the hole. The evil buzzing device finds its way into my belly button and I can't take it. "Fuck!" I say laughing in a high-pitch as my back arches completely off the bed and my entire body is squirming. "Oh, yes. You like that," I hear him say. I suck in my stomach to try and avoid the electric toothbrush, but he just maneuvers it deeper into my navel. That forces me back on the bed as I go into my hiccup laughs. I weave my head in misery. Then he starts doing this thing where he's twisting the brush left and right directly on knob of flesh. It fucking feels like I'm being zapped with electricity every movement. "No!" I plead. He digs deep into my belly button, causing me to lean up. So much that I popped my right restraint lose again. With a free arm, I take this moment to turn to the side and cover my stomach from the electric tooth brush. "What're you doing with that hand," he says.

I take this moment to turn to the side and cover my stomach from the electric tooth brush. "What're you doing with that hand," he says. He grabs my arm and holds it above me, and with a really strong grip. Then he plunges the electric tooth brush right back in my belly button. My head bucks me right back into my high-pitched laughter. I try to wiggle my belly button away but the toothbrush is too deep in my belly button for me to escape it. Still in my belly button, he shifts the tooth brush upward and onto the hood of my belly button. As he presses in on it, tickling sensation now blends with pain. "Fuck," I left out in laugher with my abs completely set on tense. Then quickly wiggles the brush from side to side as I laugh in agony. My eyes begin to water and... He stops.

Aside from my heavy panting, I hear the electric toothbrush stop as well. So, I'm thinking my poor, innocent belly button gets a rest now. I also learn that this guy was not kidding about what he had in store for it. Mentally I’m apologizing to my belly button, such tickle torture you've endured so far. He decides to reattach the restraint to my loose arm. I could see a little in this time frame, then he readjusted that as well and everything was dark and quiet again... Next thing I know, I hear a sound like he's switching the size of the electric toothbrush again. A shock of panic runs through my entire body as I brace for whatever is to come next.

I hear the electric buzz back on, my stomach immediate sucks in. He takes the brush and runs it up my armpits which tickled like hell. I laugh in a continuous rhythm. I felt a jolt in my neck as I desperately squirm. "Oh yes, that's what I want," he says. I am moving so fast left to right as he continues to stroke the toothbrush up and down my armpit. While still tickling my armpit, he decides to also that ticklish right thigh area as my leg jumps up and down from the tickle jolts. Then, I feel his body shift and I am surprised by the touch of damp body hair across my stomach. As grossed out as I wanted to be about that, I couldn't because he was still tickling the shit out of my armpit. With his body weight holding me down, he applies more intensity to my armpit and brings my high-pitched laughter back out. I’m yanking on this restraint but it's tied really good this time. He switches over to the other armpit as I wildly wobble and giggle the other way. And that fucking merciless upward and downward stroking motion. I didn't even know my armpits were this ticklish. He brings the electric toothbrush over to my left nipple with sends me into my softer but consistent laughter. Both my arms jolt up, wanting to move, but they can't. He transitions over to my right nipple (everything seems to be more ticklish on that side) as I spasm about with my soft laughter. He stops and I hear the electric toothbrush stop again...

I get the usually 1-2 seconds to suck in all the air I can as I hear him switch the size on the electric toothbrush again and buzz it back on. He traces it across the top portion of my abs. He circles around the first set as I continually laugh with my abs tensing uncontrollably. When he moves down to my hyper ticklish second set as I transition into my wildly goofy laugh, but I can't ignore how ticklish that is at all. Abs feel so tense, they feel like they all are just smashed against each other. As he continues trace downward, he beings to circle my belly button once again. "No," I plead laughing. "What's that?" he says. "It's the belly button, isn't it?" Then he quickly circles the electric toothbrush back into my belly button. My head bucks back onto my bed and my back fully arches off the bed as I madly squirm with high-pitched laughter. He digs the brush in, pushing my nub further into my belly button. I desperately suck in my stomach. "Get out of there," I say laughing in misery.

Well, I hope you all enjoyed it. There was suppose to be one final part, but I left it out. I even have some old pics of the after math:

Hey all! I have written a handful of stories over the years. Mainly about my BIG fetish. Not just big cocks, but GROWTH. I love stories about dicks getting bigger, even beautiful and fit women growing cocks.

anyway- I want to write about something I have been thinking about lately since I am getting a physical in a month. My doctor is a smoke show of a woman! She is in in her mid 40s (I’m 35) and every time i have gotten a physical in the past with her, I make the comment that “I am a grower not a shower” just to lighten the mood.

She has to know that I have a crush on her.

I want to show up at my next physical and have a noticeably larger penis. I’ve been pumping a lot. And I can’t wait to see her reaction when I drop my pants. My story would similar to the oldie and goodie “Yesterday, it just grew!” Which was on the old Chilli Palmer site.

I would LOVE someone to also illustrate

Preface

I started writing a story called Male Art Model and got 7 chapters into it when I decided the title was probably misleading. I was a nude model for art classes at my college, but my story is about the sex life I had largely because of being so open with my body. I lost my virginity with a female and 24 hours later with a male. From there it just kept getting better.

If you want to get all the background to this point, you may find it helpful to read the Male Art Model first.


Part I
My name is Alex. I had already been posing for a painting class all morning and I had a long four hour studio class of my own this afternoon so I got lunch at the cafeteria and took it outside and sat alone in the grass. In the short time since starting college I had gone from a shy quiet virgin to being a popular bisexual who liked to try new things. It all started when I had decided to apply for a job at my college as a nude model because it paid well and I had to pay my own way through school. I had looked for a quiet place to escape because I had gained quite a reputation with both sexes for having a nice cock and knowing how to use it well. I typically wasn't left alone if I sat in the cafeteria. I am not complaining, but some times a guy just needs a break.

I sat there reflecting on my new college life. I was excelling as a student and even more as a total sex slut. I was quickly losing track of how many people I had fucked or been fucked by. In addition to the list of one timers I had moved in with Anthony, a hunk of a guy who was my the object of my fantasies. We had an agreement whereby I had no expenses if I would have sex with him or any of his male and female friends. So far I had been having a blast. I was also sort of dating one of the hottest girls on campus, but it was more about sex than going to dinner or a movie.

I headed off to my class and got propositioned along the way. I couldn't figure out why I had quickly become this desirable piece of meat. There were better looking guys with better bodies and bigger dicks, but during my first time posing I got an erection in front of the class and apparently it turned some people on and the rest is history after the whole class apparently told their friends what happened.

After class I headed back to the loft. Anthony wasn't back from his class yet so I decided to take a shower. When I was done I dried off and went out to the large open living/bedroom space. I hadn't bothered covering up because I thought I was alone. Just then Anthony opened the door and another guy followed him in. I had gotten so accustomed to being nude in front of everyone it didn't phase me so I still didn't bother putting anything on.

The guy's name was Blake. He was in the same class Anthony had been in that afternoon and they decided to go get a beer and pizza and stopped back at the apartment to see if I wanted to go. I threw on a pair of well worn jeans without underwear and a snug t-shirt.

While we were eating Blake asked if we were a couple or just roommates. Anthony explained we weren't exactly a couple, but shared a bed and had an agreement that I would have sex with him and his friends in exchange for free rent. I thought maybe that would freak him out, but without skipping a beat he said Anthony and I are friends so does that mean I can have sex with you? Anthony seemed a little jealous that Blake asked me so he told him we were a package deal. Blake said I already saw Alex' package and I liked what I saw and I have been hoping to see yours so I'll go along with this package deal.

We headed back to our place and quickly undressed. I had had sex with single females, single males, MMF, MMFF, and FFM but it was a first to be in bed with two guys. I love fucking women, but when every participant has a cock, it provides more options.

To help you visualize our threesome I will fill in some blanks. I am 5'11", trim, swimmer type build, barely any body hair, including shaved pubes and balls. My dick us 6" flaccid and 7.5" hard and I am cut. Anthony is 6'1" and built like a quarterback with a great ass and his dick is a mouthful or ass full at 7" soft and 9" hard and he has a foreskin with a nice overhang. He has a hairy chest and legs.

Our guest Blake was fresh meat and we were eager to play with him. He was 5'9", average build, hairy legs, but smooth from the pubic area on up. His penis would best be described as cute. About 2" soft and 4.5" hard with minimal girth. Like me he was circumcised.

After a good 20 minutes of exploring each other's bodies various foreplay activities, we did something I had never been a part of before. I became the meat in a fuck sandwich. I was pounding Blake's sweet ass when I was invaded by Anthony's huge cock. Blake was begging me to fuck him harder so as I escalated my assault on his ass, I told Anthony he better pick up the pace or he would spoil the rhythm.
We fucked a good long while and Anthony and I both announced we were cumming at the same time. We each pulled out, tore off our condoms and simultaneously launched our loads onto Blake. He was one slimey mess when the last of our cum was drooling out of outer dicks.

At that point Blake had not cum so I asked if he wanted to fuck one of us or have one of us give him a blowjob. He said he had tried topping a couple guys but his short dick made it frustrating so he asked me to suck him off. I had not been with a guy whose cock and balls were as small as his and I found it very enjoyable. For a short time I had everything in my mouth and it was a new sensation. I told Anthony he needed to try it and he loved it too. We ended up taking turns on his dick with the other on ball patrol. We had him sqirming. He nutted and then laid back with a huge smile on his face and said it was probably the best day of his life.

Blake had to take a shower just to be able to get dressed. Meanwhile Anthony and I sat and had a drink. After Blake came out he grabbed his clothes, dressed, thanked us for a hot time, and went in his way. Once he was gone Anthony said he had no idea that was going to happen. Then he remained me the next night he was hosting an open art studio session here and I would be the model and he invited someone to stay after for playtime. I asked who and he said it was a surprise and I would like it.