Here’s an easy one even though it’s not a title of mine “Dick Will Make You Slap Somebody!” You have any ideas? Share them! I don’t care how explicit it is or what your book would be about just state it without holding back. “Don’t Hold Back!” That’s a good one. I could go on and on, but I’m asking you guys what your titles are.

Dr. Vachel had only recently started his career as a doctor, but he was already proving himself to be one of the best in his field. At the ripe young age of 29, he had a sharp mind and a keen sense of observation that allowed him to diagnose even the most elusive of ailments.

It was a typical Tuesday morning when a burly, muscular man named Baxter waddled into Dr. Vachel's office for a check-up. Baxter's wife had been nagging him to get his prostate checked for weeks now, and he had finally relented, more out of a desire to please her than any real concern for his own health.

As Baxter sat in the waiting room, flipping through an outdated copy of People magazine, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of nervousness. He had never been one for doctor's appointments, and the thought of a young, green doctor poking and prodding at his most private of parts made him shift uncomfortably in his seat.

After what felt like an eternity, a nurse came out and called Baxter's name. He heaved himself up out of the chair and followed her back to an exam room, his stomach churning with anticipation.

Baxter perched himself on the edge of the exam table, his massive frame threatening to tip the whole thing over. He gazed around the sterile room, taking in the various medical instruments and tools that lined the walls. Just as he was starting to feel truly anxious, the door swung open and in walked the doctor himself.

"Good morning, Mr. Baxter," Dr. Vachel said brightly, his blue eyes twinkling behind his glasses. "I'm Dr. Vachel, and I'll be performing your examination today."

Baxter's eyes widened in surprise as he took in the doctor's youthful appearance. He couldn't have been a day over 25, with his tousled blond hair and boyish features. For a moment, Baxter wondered if he had somehow ended up with a med student instead of a real doctor.

But Dr. Vachel seemed unfazed by Baxter's stunned expression. He hopped up onto a stool and began flipping through the man's chart, his brow furrowed in concentration.

"Looks like you're here for a routine prostate exam," Dr. Vachel said, glancing up from the chart. "If you'll just hop up on the table and bend over, we can get started."

Baxter gulped, his mouth suddenly dry. He'd known this was coming, but that didn't make it any less embarrassing. Steeling himself, he swung his long legs up onto the table and leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees.

As he bent over, the thin paper gown slipped up, exposing his bare, muscular buttocks to the doctor's gaze. Baxter felt his face flush with heat as he heard Dr. Vachel moving around behind him.

"Try to relax," Dr. Vachel's smooth voice drifted over to him. "This will all be over before you know it."

Baxter took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to do as the doctor instructed. But it was hard to relax when he could feel that warm, gentle hand suddenly cupping his bare ass. Dr. Vachel's fingers kneaded the firm flesh, slowly coaxing Baxter to open up to him.

"You have a magnificent body," Dr. Vachel murmured almost to himself. "I bet lots of men would kill to be in my shoes right now."

Baxter's eyes flew open at those words, a jolt of surprise and something else - anticipation? - shooting through him. Was the doctor really coming onto him? Before he could puzzle it out, he felt a slick, gloved finger prodding at his tight hole.

"Just breathe," Dr. Vachel crooned, his other hand rubbing soothing circles over Baxter's lower back. "Let me in."

Baxter bit his lip hard, fighting the urge to clench up as that clever finger slowly breached him. It had been a while since anyone had touched him like this, and his body wasn't sure it wanted to remember. But Dr. Vachel had a way of coaxes him to open up, to let him deeper and deeper.

Soon, there were two fingers buried inside him, pumping in and out in a steady rhythm. Baxter's cock began to stir against his stomach, growing harder by the second as Dr. Vachel worked him open.

"I'm going to add a third finger now," Dr. Vachel warned, his hot breath ghosting over Baxter's ear. "You're doing so well, taking me so nicely. Such a good patient."

Baxter groaned, his head falling forward as that third finger joined the first two. He'd never been one for dirty talk, but the way Dr. Vachel crooned praise at him made him feel things he'd never felt before. Like he was special, desirable, sexy.

He gasped as Dr. Vachel's fingers found his prostate, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine. The doctor rubbed at the sensitive bundle of nerves, his movements growing harder and faster until Baxter was writhing on the table.

"My fingers aren't enough," Dr. Vachel suddenly declared, pulling away entirely. "I need to taste you."

Before Baxter could process what was happening, he felt the doctor's face pressed between his muscular cheeks, his hot tongue lapping at his twitching hole. Baxter moans, his hands scrabbling for purchase on the table as Dr. Vachel ate him out like a starving man at a buffet.

The wet, filthy sounds of the doctor's licking and sucking filled the room, mingling with Baxter's moans of pleasure. He'd never been rimmed before, but now he couldn't imagine going back to a world without it. Not when it felt this fucking good.

Dr. Vachel worked him open with his tongue until Baxter was practically sobbing with need, his neglected cock weeping pre-cum onto the table. He needed more, needed to be filled in a way that fingers and tongues never could.

As if reading his mind, Dr. Vachel finally pulled away, his face slick with Baxter's spit. "I'm going to insert the instrument now," he said, his voice husky with desire. "It might sting a bit at first, but I promise it will feel amazing soon."

Baxter hardly had time to process this before he felt something hard and cool pressing at his entrance. The instrument, whatever it was, slowly breached him, stretching his tight hole wider than it had ever been stretched before.

He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to buck Dr. Vachel off as the instrument sank deeper and deeper. It was uncomfortable at first, almost painful, but as it began to open him up, Baxter felt a pleasure he'd never known before.

"You're so tight," Dr. Vachel groaned, his own erection painfully hard in his scrubs. "I can't wait to feel this ass around my cock."

Baxter's eyes bulged at those words, his heart stuttering in his chest. Surely the doctor couldn't mean...but before he could get his hopes up, Dr. Vachel was fumbling with his pants, freeing his massive cock from its confines.

It was the biggest cock Baxter had ever seen, thick and veiny and flushed a deep, angry purple. For a moment, he wondered how it would ever fit inside him, but Dr. Vachel didn't give him long to ponder.

With one smooth thrust, the doctor buried himself balls-deep in Baxter's tight hole, the instrument still lodged inside. The dual penetration was almost too much for Baxter to take, his vision whiting out at the edges as he struggled to adjust.

Dr. Vachel gave him a moment, his hands roaming over Baxter's broad back in soothing circles. "You're doing so well," he panted, his hips already starting to move. "Taking me so deep, like you were made for it."

Baxter keened, his fingers clawing at the table as Dr. Vachel began to fuck him in earnest. The doctor's cock hit his prostate with every thrust, the instrument adding an extra layer of stimulation that had him seeing stars.

He'd never been fucked like this before, taken so thoroughly and completely. It was like Dr. Vachel knew every inch of his body, every secret place that made him writhe and moan.

Baxter lost himself in the rhythm of the doctor's thrusts, his own cock bobbing uselessly against his stomach. He was so close, his release coiling tight and hot at the base of his spine, but he held back, not wanting this moment to end.

But Dr. Vachel had other ideas. "I want you to cum for me," he growled, his thrusts growing erratic as his own climax approached. "I want to feel this tight ass milking my cock as you shoot all over the table."

Baxter bit back a sob, his hips jerking forward of their own accord. The doctor's words were his undoing, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. He came with a shout, his untouched cock spurting thick ropes of cum onto the table beneath him.

Dr. Vachel followed him over the edge a moment later, his cock pulsing inside Baxter's clenching hole as he filled him with his seed. They moved together in a sweaty, messy tangle of limbs, riding out the aftershocks of their shared pleasure.

Finally, Dr. Vachel pulled away with a soft groan, his softening cock slipping free of Baxter's abused hole. "That was...incredible," he panted, his face flushed and sweaty. "I've never felt anything like it."

Baxter could only nod, his body still trembling with the force of his release. He felt boneless, sated in a way he'd never been before. Like every tension, every worry, had been fucked right out of him.

Dr. Vachel helped him clean up, his hands gentle as he wiped away the cum and lube painting Baxter's thighs. "I know this was probably a little unorthodox," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the small of Baxter's back. "But I can't tell you how much I enjoyed that. How much I enjoyed you."

Baxter's heart swelled at the tender words, a slow smile spreading across his face. Maybe he wouldn't mind coming back to the doctor after all. Especially if every visit ended like this.

As he hauled himself off the table on shaky legs, Baxter caught Dr. Vachel's eye, his own gaze full of promise. "Same time next week?"

Hi, this isnt really a story but I just wanted to ask if anyone in the forum would like to challenge themselves or try to write a short erotic story based on only one image? Heres the image(gif) in question:

Theres no complexity needed or whatever, I just want to see how people interpret and imagine different things based on one image of a guy. Feel free to put your short stories (or even just three sentences lol) down in the replies to anyone who wants!

I recently posted about my first big black dick and it felt good to share so I thought I’d share another experience of mine which I often still think about.

When I first went to university, the best thing about it was having my own space to fuck and be fucked by guys and it made me so more at ease and comfortable having this space. Like all university students, the horn was always intense. Especially when everyone is hooking up or talking about their hook ups.

This was a Wednesday night. I was in the smoking area and this guy asked for a light. I knew he was a rugby guy before he even told me just from his look. He had glossy hair with his fringe to the side. Tight t shirt and trousers which showed off his amazing frame. I gave him a light anyway and we chatted for a bit. He was from another university in the city and we were talking about our freshers experiences and how good the night was so far. We seemed to be talking and laughing for ages. I can’t remember whose friends came out now but we ended up going back in separately and continued our night. I was definitely attracted to him but I didn’t think anything about this fit rugby guy being attracted to me.

The night continued. I’m sure the shots and drinks continued to flow but I found myself alone in the smoking area again and actually surprised that Rugby approached me again for another light. This time he didn’t have a cigarette either so asked for one. As I went into my pocket to try and retrieve the packet, he commented on how tight my jeans were as I struggled to get them out. We laughed as I gave him a squashed cigarette and he went on to comment about how there must not be any room in there as he can see I’m packing quite a bulge. For reference, I’m a skinny guy but I do have a big dick and it does show. As he said it I could feel my dick tingle a little but I suppressed it and laughed. I went on to say I often have to bottom for guys because they don’t expect it and often won’t take it. He was surprised by this and went on to say he thought gay guys loved big dicks. We then carried on the conversation about dicks and gay guys until he mentioned he had got a pretty decent dick. I joked and said I’m not the kinda gay guy that shys away from a big dick. He said good and asked for my phone number which of course I gave him. He said that he’ll be texting me his address and that he’ll be ditching his mates in about 10 minutes so I should head to his in about 20.

I didn’t go back to my friends in the club. I went straight out of the club and walked to the other end of the city. I needed to pass some time but also not bump into any of my friends.

He texted me straight away and 20 minutes must have passed now so I got my taxi to his. He was living in some student halls that I hadn’t been to before and I had to message him. He came down and took me up. It was one of those apartments with a shared kitchen and 5/6 rooms. We went into his kitchen first and did a couple of shots. He told me that he’d seen a lot of dicks in the changing room but never one that bulged like mine and that he wanted to see it and grabbed it. I looked at him and told him he could do whatever he liked with it and me for that matter.

He took me into his room and took his shirt off. He looked great in his tight tshirt but even better with it off. I moved closer to him and began to touch his chest and we kissed. Things quickly escalated from this point. Before I knew it we were both naked, dicks hard and kissing. Both our hands were touching each other all over. He kept touching my ass and sliding his finger onto my hole which really turned me on. I got down onto my knees and began to suck his dick. He felt great in my mouth. I remember it being really thick and I loved to lick along the veins from base to head. He took my head off his dick and moved to sit down onto his bed opening his wardrobe before he sat. He said he wanted to see me from behind in his mirror as I sucked his dick. I thought the idea of this was fit so I made sure my back was arched so he had the best view.

One thing led to another and it wasn’t long until he was fucking me. I still can’t believe this fit rugby boy was fucking me but of course I went along with it and I had said he could do whatever he wanted. And we were both very drunk by this point. We must have fucked in a range of positions for about 2 hours.

He turned me onto my front and I lifted up my ass for him to go again. He slapped it and told me to keep my head down for a minute and wait. Some minutes passed but I kept my head down. I then heard him come back from wherever he had been and he inserted his dick. He went straight to the base and was fucking me so hard. He paused and flipped me onto my back and carried on. It was getting lighter outside now and I could see his silhouette until I realised it wasn’t him fucking me. I turned to the side and he was stood there and put his dick into my mouth. As I was being fucked, I moaned into his hard dick which was in my mouth. He told me his mate fancied a go and they were laughing about how I hadn’t noticed that it was a different dick inside me. I felt like a complete slut but it felt so good. His mate asked if he could carry on as Rugby had told him how good I was at taking dick. As the night went on, they continued to swap and share me. Both guys were talking out loud throughout about how well I could take their dicks, how big my own dick was and what they wanted to do with me next. I don’t know how many of their loads I must have taken that night but I could feel it dribbling down my balls and legs by the time they’d finished.

Rugby’s mate left and Rugby kissed me before saying how fun it’d been and how he was impressed. He made me get dressed and walked me down to the lobby.

As I sat waiting for my taxi to pick me up, I couldn’t believe what had happened. Two unbelievably fit straight guys sharing me. Their loads were now dribbling into my boxers. When the taxi driver asked if I’d had a good night I could only reply with yeah, really good.

Once I was dating a woman with whom we were having lunch, and I experienced not common situation when she asked me a direct question about the size of my cock:

me: I'm turned on by your legs in those high heels
her: I have higher ones, but I took lower ones, because I don't know what size you are
me: (got confused) my size?
Her: what cock do you have? It turns me on when the cock of the man I'm dating is longer than my high heels

I got stunned. I wasn't sure if my cock was longer than her high heels and I felt I could fuck it up, if I say too little she'll reject my cock, if I say too much she won't believe it.

me: My cock is 20cm.

She was just looking my eyes and didn't say anything, I felt that she did not believe me.

We finished lunch and meeting.

Next date she came to me in higher heels.

How do I get started? I am currently 25 and secretly bi sexually. I used to jerk off a lot back then and am a very long distance squirter. Most of the time the load landed on the wall behind me when I'd jerked off enough.

The year was 2018 and I was already 19 years old. It was already evening and a pleasant fall day in October. I was lying on my bed in my room, bored. Only my sister was at home, walking around the apartment. I had last injected over a week ago and wanted to do it again. I had really bad pressure downstairs. The question was, where should I go? In the shower quickly? I really didn't want to do that, it often takes twice as long standing in the shower. I often thought about doing it secretly in the basement. We have a laundry room downstairs, a storage room where there were often bicycles or armchairs lying around.

I really didn't dare at first. The fear of being caught downstairs scared me. I tried to check out the situation downstairs in the room. I told my sister that I was going out for a moment with my colleagues. In my shoulder bag, which probably every southerner carries outside, I took a hand cream and a few Tempos with me. Instead of the hand cream, I filled it with cooking oil to give my cock a nice massage and rim the glans.

Once downstairs, I took a good look at both rooms. The apartment building was quiet, because it was almost dark and everyone was home from work. My cock was already throbbing with excitement and I just wanted to cum. Now I was standing in the storeroom. It was very quiet and you could even lock the door from the inside, which I had never noticed. Instead of the old armchair, there was just a 2-seater sofa in black leather. It was also made of smooth black cowhide, which was very shiny. I locked the door, sat down on the sofa and slowly undressed. I moaned a little, which wasn't a problem as the door was made of double steel and the walls were soundproof. I was happy to be able to wank in peace. I took out the fake hand cream packet and placed it on the leather sofa. I now stroked my completely naked body on the hot leather sofa. It was definitely hotter than on a boring fabric couch!

My cock was already very hard and smelled mega cool, I last showered a few days ago. I slowly jerked a hard 14cm cock up and down. My moaning became more and more intense and I kept licking my muscles. I turned around and grabbed my almost hairless ass from behind and slapped it. I curled my hot hole and lightly inserted my middle finger up to my G-spot. Fuckkk was that cool, my body felt so hot. I spontaneously looked down at the back of the leather sofa while I was fingering myself.

There was actually a Fleshlight (pocket pussy) made of silicone with two openings. I was shocked at first. I only knew something like that from porn. This thing looked quite clean? I wonder who it belongs to? I took it without hesitation, looked at it and poured a little oil in. Now I sat down again and inserted my hard, throbbing cock. Wow, this feeling was unique. My cock got even harder. I pushed this hot piece up and down. I also poured oil over my muscular body and stroked my stomach and chest. While I jerked off my cock with the Fleshlight, I played with my nipples, the feeling was really hot. The moaning even got louder. I'm actually only active, but a dildo would have been even hotter. I continued in this position for a few minutes, then I lay down on my side on the hot leather sofa, which had already been stained with oil. I fucked the Fleshlight with my movements forwards and backwards and pinched my hot, trained ass in the meantime. Fuck, it's a young boy's dream to jerk off so hot!

I put the already warm Fleshlight to one side and turned around and oiled my ass. I gave it a hot massage and kneaded it. Meanwhile I rubbed my fat, shiny, oiled cock back and forth on the hot leather. Fuck, what a great feeling it was to fuck this leather couch. I hugged my whole body to the leather and moaned really loudly, I didn't care about hearing at the moment. I could feel that I was slowly cumming. I turned back to the front and continued to jerk my cock on my own. My hand, my horny, trained body was so oiled up, it was such an intense feeling. I started to play with my nipples again. I felt the load, my cock became very red and thick at the glans, at first my pre-cum squirted up to my mouth. I had this salty taste in my mouth. I jerked my cock in a twisting motion up to the glans and squirted the first huge load behind me on the wall and the next loads came from my upper abdomen to my face.

The hot load then ran back down onto my cock. I had to calm down first and breathed very hastily, my legs trembling with lust. I quickly cleaned the load of cum off me with the Tempos and the oiled areas on my body were also moderately clean afterwards. The leather couch looked catastrophically fucked, no spot had been stained from my oil. I quickly cleaned these spots, which was quite quick thanks to the leather. The cum on the wall didn't go away quickly, I forgot to clean it up afterwards, the room smelled of ass and cock in the end. I got dressed, took the used Tempos, flushed them down the toilet later. Not to forget, I also took this pocket pussy with me, washed it first and hid it in my room. This experience was just the horny beginning for me to do it again and again on leather. This prompted me to replace my old fabric couch with a hot black couch.

Thanks for reading

The first rays of sunlight slipped through the blinds, casting soft, golden stripes across Ethan’s bare back as he slowly stirred from sleep. His college dorm room was quiet, save for the rhythmic hum of a distant fan. His body felt heavy with that familiar morning warmth, his mind still drifting between sleep and wakefulness. As his muscles stretched and tensed beneath the sheets, something else stirred—a pulse of heat between his legs, pressing insistently against the soft mattress below.



Ethan blinked, his breath slow, as the pressure in his groin became impossible to ignore. His morning erection throbbed, trapped beneath his hips. The familiar ache sent a rush of need through him, and his body reacted on instinct. A soft groan escaped his lips as his hips gave a small, tentative thrust forward, the head of his cock pressing firmly into the smooth sheets.

The sensation made his cock twitch, his body now fully awake and humming with a deep, primal urge. The warmth of the bed against his skin only heightened the feeling, making him more aware of the hard length trapped between his stomach and the mattress. He shifted slightly, trying to adjust the pressure, but the friction of the fabric against his sensitive cock only made things worse—or better, depending on how he looked at it.



His cock pulsed with need, the weight of his arousal heavy between his legs. He felt a familiar stirring deep inside, the kind of throbbing need that only grew with each passing second. His morning horniness had him trapped in that sweet spot between pleasure and frustration, and the longer he lay there, the stronger the urge became.



Unable to ignore the heat pooling in his groin any longer, Ethan gave in. A slow, deliberate thrust followed, his cock dragging against the bed as he moved. The pleasure was instant, a low pulse of satisfaction that shot through his body. His hips began to move again, this time with purpose—his morning desire taking control. He started humping the bed, his movements slow and fluid at first, just enough to feel the delicious friction between the sheets and his aching cock.



A soft groan escaped his lips as his hips rocked forward again, the sensation sending a wave of heat through his veins. It was a rhythm he knew all too well, but this morning felt different. The need was sharper, more urgent, as if his body was craving something more than the usual release. The pressure of his cock against the sheets was intoxicating, making him grind his hips harder into the bed.



His cock slid along the mattress with each slow thrust, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. Ethan’s movements were unhurried, enjoying the way the soft bed cradled him, how it teased him with every subtle shift of his hips. The feeling of his cock pressing and grinding into the sheets was enough to make him bite his lip, his body humming with the quiet thrill of the moment.



As the heat built inside him, his movements became more deliberate. He pushed his hips down harder, his cock rubbing firmly against the bed as he began to hump with slow, steady thrusts. His muscles tightened, his abs flexing with each movement, the sheets catching him just right, teasing his most sensitive spots. He buried his face in the pillow, his breathing becoming heavier, more ragged, as the friction grew.



There was something incredibly erotic about the way his body moved in the early morning quiet—his hips rolling fluidly, the weight of his body pressing down on his cock, grinding against the bed with growing urgency. His bare skin slid over the sheets, dampening with the heat of his exertion as his pace increased. Each thrust sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through him, his cock sliding effortlessly along the soft fabric, the sensation intensifying as his hips bucked harder.



Ethan’s eyes fluttered shut, lost in the rhythm he’d found, the heat of his morning desire now fully consuming him. His thighs tensed as he pushed harder, his cock pulsing against the bed, the friction almost unbearable in its intensity. His movements were fluid, his body rocking in perfect rhythm, driving him closer to the edge. He groaned into the pillow, the bed creaking slightly beneath him as his thrusts grew more desperate, more urgent.



His hips lifted slightly, then drove down with force, his cock grinding into the bed with an almost primal need. His abs clenched, his thighs flexing as he began to thrust faster, each movement rougher than the last. The heat between his legs was almost unbearable now, his cock throbbing with every push, every grind against the slick sheets.

The morning air was thick with tension, the sound of his body moving against the bed the only thing that filled the room. His movements had become frantic, his hips jerking erratically as the need overwhelmed him, the pressure in his cock building with every desperate thrust.



Ethan’s body trembled as he pushed himself to the limit, his mind swimming in the pleasure that coursed through him. His hips bucked wildly, grinding his cock into the bed over and over, chasing the release that was now so close he could taste it. His entire body was alive with sensation, every nerve ending on fire as he humped the bed with raw, uninhibited desire.



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It was the dead of night and Theo was the only student left in the university library. The 22-year-old computer science major was burning the midnight oil, as usual, cramming for his algorithms final. His shaggy brown hair was disheveled and his thick, black-rimmed glasses sat crookedly on his angular face. Theo sighed as he rubbed his temples, feeling the stress of the semester weighing heavy on his shoulders.

Suddenly, the lights flickered and the library door swung open. Theo's heart skipped a beat as he saw the most popular guy on campus stroll in - Weston Hawkins. At 23, the star quarterback was the definition of youthful perfection - chiseled jaw, piercing blue eyes, and a chiseled body that made Theo's mouth water. He couldn't believe the god had descended upon the humble library.

Weston sauntered up to the circulation desk, his powerful thighs flexing in his tight jeans. Theo watched from his table, face flushing, as Weston bent over to speak to the librarian. The way his shirt rode up, revealing a tantalizing sliver of taut abs, made Theo's mind fill with illicit thoughts.

After a quick chat, Weston headed towards the stacks with a stack of books in hand. Theo gulped, sure the hunk would pass right by his table, blissfully unaware of the horny dweeb ogling him. But fate was on Theo's side. Weston paused at the end of his aisle, scanning the shelves for his books.

"I could help you with that," Theo blurted out, surprising himself with his boldness. Weston turned, one eyebrow quirked quizzically. Their eyes met and Theo's breath caught. He felt utterly exposed under Weston's intense blue gaze.

"I'm looking for the artificial intelligence textbooks," Weston said, voice a low, honeyed drawl. "You know, for my computer science class." Theo nodded dumbly, still reeling that Weston spoke to him.

"I, uh, yeah, I know those books. They're actually in the next aisle over." Weston smiled, flashing perfect white teeth. "Want to show me?"

Theo's heart hammered in his chest as he rose from his chair on shaky legs. Weston fell into step beside him, their arms brushing as they walked. A jolt of electricity zinged through Theo's body at the fleeting contact.

They reached the right section and Theo pulled out Weston's books, handing them over with a shy smile. "Thanks, man. I really appreciate it." Weston's hand lingered on his, warm and slightly calloused.

"Anytime," Theo said breathily. They stood there a moment, hands touching, pulses racing. The air felt charged between them, heavy with unspoken desire.

Weston cleared his throat and took a step back. "I should probably get studying. But hey, maybe I'll see you around campus sometime?"

"I'd like that," Theo managed to say. He watched Weston walk away, drinking in the view of his tight ass, barely contained by those sinful jeans.

Theo nearly jumped out of his skin as Weston's voice rang out. "Oh, and Theo? I'd love a study partner, if you're into that." A knowing smirk played on his chiseled lips. "I could definitely use a brain like yours."

Theo's brain short-circuited as the implication sunk in. Holy shit, was Weston actually flirting with him? "I'm always happy to help out a fellow student," Theo said, aiming for nonchalant but sounding more like a needy whimper.

"Good man. I'll hit you up." Weston shot him a final wink before melting into the stacks. Theo collapsed back into his chair, head spinning.

The last thing Theo expected was for Weston to call him that very weekend. "Hey, it's Weston. Any chance you're free today to study for our AI test? I promise I'll make it worth your while," he purred over the phone.

Theo's mind instantly went to the gutter. Worth his while? What exactly did Weston have in mind? He threw caution to the wind, the promise of seeing his crush in person too tempting to resist. "Sure, I can meet up. How about the library lobby, one o'clock?"

"I'll be there. And hey Theo? Wear that button down shirt with the dark stripes. The one that hugs your shoulders just right." Weston's voice was low and husky. "I like the way it looks on you."

"Oh, um, okay!" Theo squeaked out, flustered. "I'll do that!"

They hung up and Theo was left reeling, Weston's smoldering words echoing in his mind. The rest of the day passed in a blur as he counted down the hours until their study session.

He arrived at the library in his trusty striped shirt, heart pounding out of his chest. Weston was already there, sprawled out on a bench, a stack of books at his feet. His eyes roamed hungrily over Theo's body, drinking him in like a man dying of thirst.

"Hey there," Weston said, voice rough with desire. "Looking fucking good. That shirt is doing wonders for you today."

Theo blushed, feeling flustered under the intensity of Weston's gaze. "Thanks. I guess I'll grab us a study room?" Weston nodded and rose to his feet in one fluid motion.

They entered the room and Weston secured the door with the deadbolt, making Theo's heart race. What was he planning? Weston turned back with a sultry smile, eyes glinting in the dim light.

"Picturesque, huh?" He stalked toward Theo, movements slow and predatory. "But I was thinking we could skip the whole 'studying' part and head straight to the 'fooling around' part."

Theo swallowed hard, pulse pounding in his ears. "Oh?" he managed to squeak out, voice gone breathy.

Weston backed him against the wall, large hands caging him in. "I may be a jock, but I'm not stupid. I've seen the way you look at me, Theo. I've wanted you for a long time."

Theo's cock twitched in his pants, desire consuming him. "I've always wanted you too," he admitted, voice raw with honesty.

Weston's lips crashed against his in a bruising kiss, tongue delving into his mouth possessively. Theo moaned, surrendering to the passion of it, to the heat of Weston's hard body pressed against his own.

Their hands roamed greedily, Weston's deft fingers making quick work of the buttons on Theo's shirt. He broke the kiss to trail his lips down Theo's neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "Fuck baby, you taste good," he growled.

Theo whimpered, head falling back against the wall as he bared his throat to Weston's ministrations. He reached down to palm the large bulge in Weston's jeans, swallowing hard at the impressive size.

Weston groaned and bucked into his touch. "Touch me Theo. I need it so bad."

Theo fumbled with Weston's fly, freeing his thick, hard cock. It sprang up, flushed and leaking at the tip. Weston's eyes were dark with lust as he watched Theo stroke him, hips pumping up into the tight circle of his fist.

"Shit, your hand feels amazing," Weston panted. "But I need more. I need to be inside you."

Theo's hole clenched in anticipation. "Yes, please Weston. I want you so fucking bad."

Weston spun him around and bent him over the table, hiking up his pants leg. Theo felt the blunt head of his cock nudge at his entrance and he bit his lip, trying to relax. There was a brief sting of pain as Weston pushed inside, but then he was sliding deep, huge cock spreading him open.

They both moaned at the sensation, Weston's heavy balls slapping against Theo's ass. "Fuck baby, so tight for me," Weston grunted, drawing back to thrust in again.

Theo pushed back to meet him, the thick drag of Weston's cock against his walls driving him wild. "Harder Weston, please. I need it harder."

Weston growled and complied, slamming into him with abandon. The table creaked and shook with the force of his thrusts. Theo's own cock jumped with each impact, smearing precum on the wooden surface.

Sweat dripped down their bodies as they rutted, the room filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin. Weston reached around to fist Theo's erection, stroking in time with his thrusts.

"I'm gonna come," Theo whimpered, feeling his release building. "You feel too good, fuck!"

"Me too baby, I'm right there," Weston panted. "Come for me Theo. I want to feel you come on my cock."

Theo was only able to nod, too far gone to form words. His orgasm crashed through him like a tidal wave, cum spilling over Weston's fist to splatter obscenely on the floor.

With a hoarse cry, Weston buried himself deep and came, painting Theo's insides with his hot seed. They collapsed together, sweaty and sated, Weston's softening cock still nestled in Theo's hole.

Theo came down from his high, mind foggy with pleasure. He couldn't believe this was real, that he had just fucked Weston Hawkins in the very library where he'd lusted after him for months.

Weston stirred and pressed a tender kiss to his shoulder. "That was incredible," he murmured. "Best study session of my life."

Theo giggled and turned in his arms, nuzzling into his neck. "I'd say we're ready for that final. In more ways than one."

Weston grinned, hands roaming over Theo's backside. "I have a feeling we'll be seeking each other out for study sessions a lot more often from now on."

Theo's heart soared at the implication. The nerd had finally snagged the star quarterback. And he had a feeling it was the start of something truly special.

Chapter 1: Night in Manhattan

It was just another night in Manhattan, where glitz and glamour ruled the skyline and hot men filled the air with excitement. Carrie, Miranda, Samantha, and Charlotte reveled in the celebration of their careers, toasting to friendships and the sheer fabulousness of it all. Laughter echoed through the chic lounge, their conversations weaving through the clinking of glasses and pulsating beats.

As dawn approached, the quartet decided it was time to call it a night. They stepped outside, the cool air brushing against their skin, and hailed a cab that would take them home. The streets were eerily empty, the city that never sleeps beginning to wind down.

Suddenly, the cab driver noticed a figure sprawled on the ground. He stopped, concern etching his face as he stepped out to check on the man. Just as he bent down, the seemingly crazed man lunged, a wild look in his eyes. Before the driver could react, the man attacked, revealing himself as a grotesque creature that fed on flesh. With each bite, the creature’s curse spread, turning anyone it feasted on into a mindless being within seconds, ravenous for the flesh of others.

Inside the cab, the girls had no idea that their glamorous night was about to take a dark turn. As the cab sped past the scene, Miranda turned to the others, her voice laced with disbelief. “What was that? It looked like some sort of ghoul!”

The city was on the brink of a transformation that none of them could foresee.

Panic surged through Miranda as she realized the danger looming outside. Without a second thought, she leaped into the driver’s seat, her heart racing. “Buckle up!” she shouted, her hands gripping the wheel tightly as she revved the engine. The girls exchanged startled glances but quickly complied, adrenaline kicking in.

Miranda slammed the gas pedal, the cab surging forward as they sped away from the chaos. She navigated the empty streets, weaving through alleys, determined to escape the looming threat. “We need to get to New Jersey!” she declared, her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her.

As they crossed the bridge, the skyline of Manhattan faded behind them, replaced by the unfamiliar terrain of New Jersey. The quiet streets felt like a temporary reprieve, but Miranda knew they couldn’t let their guard down. “What if those things come after us?” Charlotte asked, her voice trembling.

“Then we fight back,” Miranda replied, glancing at the rearview mirror, scanning for any signs of danger. The ultimate challenge awaited them, and the city they once adored now felt like a distant memory.

Hey guys!!
I wanted to share with you this story inspired by my youthful summers in a small village in Costa Brava, Catalonia. A big part of the story is real, but I dramatized it in some points to make it more engaging. It follows a teenager named Tristán as he navigates the ups and downs of growing up, relationships, and discovering his identity in a sleepy town.

I hope you enjoy it and find some nostalgia in it, just like I do! I’d love to hear your thoughts and any feedback you might have.

And yes, of course, if you’re wondering, he will discover his sexuality too, and there will be some steamy scenes. Hehehe.
Please let me know if you want to read more chapters and get more about Tristan’s Adventures!
Here’s the first chapter:

Chapter 1 - Another Crappy Day

I wake up with a start, grumbling about the light streaming through the poorly closed blinds.

—“Damn it, Marta! Did you seriously get into bed without closing the blinds again?”

My sister’s annoying habit of leaving them open wakes me up every morning, and the sunlight, which hits me directly in the eyes, feels like a personal attack. I wake up grumpy every morning, although, honestly, the sun isn’t the only culprit; the atmosphere in Calaferra always seems to drain my energy. The apartment is a shoebox: I have to share a room with Marta, who never leaves me any space. There’s nothing to do in this place but visit the library, where I try to kill time reading something somewhat interesting. I’m so bored that each page feels like it drags on forever.

Suddenly, I realize that Marta isn’t in her bed. “Is it that late?” I wonder, although getting up early isn’t one of her virtues. It must be late already. I check the clock: 7:30 AM. “Is it seriously 7:30 AM?!” I think, incredulous. Marta would never get up at this hour. I step out of the room, expecting to find her asleep on the couch, like so many times after binge-watching her awful anime. The house is silent.

I don’t hear my parents either. “Are they still asleep?” I peek into their room, trying to be as quiet as possible, but they’re not there. A chill runs through me for no apparent reason. “Where the hell could they have gone?” As I think this, I head toward the tiny kitchen and spot a folded note under a Halloween pumpkin. My mom’s decorating always comes too early; her obsession with horror movies seems to spiral more out of control each year.

I unfold the note and recognize my dad’s handwriting:

“We’ve taken Marta to Viladern. We’re also meeting Ernesto and Victoria for lunch there. There’s food in the fridge, and I left 50 euros in the entry drawer. We’ll see you when we get back.”

The note ends with a “BEHAVE YOURSELF!” that takes up almost the entire page.

If they’ve gone out to eat with their friends, they’ll be out all day. Their meals always stretch into the night. It’s likely they won’t even come back to sleep, especially now that they’ve left me fifty euros. Part of me hopes they leave me alone for a couple of days; however, I can’t stop thinking about how bored I’ll be.

Marta always comes and goes from her visits to Andy, her boyfriend, who I can’t stand. Whenever they’re together, he tries to give me lessons on how to “win over girls.” He acts like he’s the king of the world just because he has a year and a half of experience. To me, listening to his advice is a waste of time. Besides, he always has this arrogant smile on his face that makes me want to punch him.

I pour myself a cold cup of coffee, finishing off what’s left in the pot my parents left behind. The smell of stale coffee mixes with the humid morning air. I sit on a stool and gaze out the window facing the kitchen bar. The community pool is deserted. “Maybe a sunbath would be a good idea.”

I put on the only swimsuit that isn’t hanging out to dry, those green shorts with daisies that my sister gave me for my birthday last week and that I absolutely hate. I grab my towel and head for the door. Just before opening it, a thought strikes me: “What if I run into him?” I turn around, go back to my room, take off the hideous shorts, and put on the yellow speedo I bought in Ibiza earlier this summer, hiding it in a box on my nightstand. I’ve never worn it in front of my family for fear they’d think it’s too daring. Today’s the day… “I mean, there’s no one here…”

At the pool, I recline on a lounger under a sunshade. The morning temperature isn’t warm enough to jump in the water, but it’s pleasant. The sounds of water and distant birds create a peaceful atmosphere. I open my book to the dog-eared page. The Boy in the Striped Pajamas remains one of the best books I’ve read, no matter how many times I revisit it.

—“Tristán, you’re getting all the sun; you’re going to burn!”

My mother’s loud voice startles me. I open my eyes and see her approaching, surprised. Her face has that mix of worry and amusement that makes me feel like a child caught in a prank.

—“And that swimsuit? When did you get it? How trendy!”

I hurriedly sit up, wrapping the towel around me and jumping to my feet.

—“Mom! Weren’t you guys going out to eat?” I ask, confused, embarrassed, and a little annoyed.

—“Yes, but your dad insisted on trying out the new barbecue, so we decided to have lunch here. You know how he gets when he’s determined about something…”

Behind my mother, I spot my dad, Marta, Andy, Ernesto, and Victoria. They’re all chatting and laughing. “Are they joking about my ‘package’?”

I tie the towel around my waist and head toward them, feeling like my world has turned into a spectacle I don’t want to be a part of. Andy’s laughter echoes in my ears like a taunt. “Why haven’t I introduced them to any girlfriend yet?” Each question is a reminder of how alone I am, as if my love life is some entertaining topic for them.

Today is going to be another crappy day…

When I was around 20 I was travelling solo in Perth Australia.
So I was a younger gay guy, but I tended to be turned on by older well hung guys.
Would often browse sites like manhunt with filters set to find guys of that description.

I was versatile at that point and had come to discover that if you could find an older bloke that was reasonably fit and masculine and decent looks (not looking for some 10 out of 10. Just someone presentable) , they tended to be good fun!

And a few times already I had found myself in the bedrooms of a few rough and rugged working class blokes.
A few times I'd met guys without face pics, and when I arrived i sort of chuckled to myself and thought "ah, another bloody older bloke with a shaved head and beard"
Anyway, the sex always made up for it... beyond the rough exterior were guys who loved to kiss, had rock hard cocks and were eager for me to fuck them too (a few would try to sit on my cock at the earliest opportunity, and sometimes go a little fast..."ooop , just let me get used to it matey")

Some of them I would see semi regularly, we would fuck each other and I quickly became accustomed to how older blokes like to play.

Anyway, back to Perth.
A guy had invited me over to his apartment near the casino.
Told me to grab a bottle of coke, he has some bourbon at his place.
I was feeling good, he has a beautiful big cut cock in his pic, good body, some tattoos. Late 50s.
In his face pic he has a clean shaven head, wrap around sunglasses and a slightly stern look on his lips.
Caught the train and arrived there 8 or 9pm-ish

I arrive at his apartment, he meets me at the door wearing a singlet and loose shorts. It was summer so the weather was pretty warm!

We sat down the lounge to have a drink, poured us both a large bourbon and coke, Took a few sips and scooted over next to him. Soon we were kissing, and getting out clothes off.
Great body! He was a labourer, now foreman on a construction site so he had that hot wiry natural fit look, with a bit of a tan from years of working in the Sun. His back was completely tattooed.

We soon turned to sucking each others cock. We were both a similar size and spun around to 69, try to jam each other's cocks as far as possible down our throats.

And then for the next couple of hours we moved on to some serious fucking and several more drinks.
At one point when I was fucking him doggystyle he twisted his head around and remarked "oooohhhh, you're a lover mate".

Towards the end when he was sucking my cock I remarked I was going to blow.
At that moment he jumped around, and sat on my cock and moved up and down right as I was beginning to spurt.

What a good fuck!

We both settled down on the couch and chatted for a bit longer, spoke about work and the places we'd been as I sobered up.

I took a lift downstairs, walked across to the casino and got a taxi back to my hostel, given it was well after 2am.

Roman sighed heavily as he hung up the phone. His girlfriend Jennifer had just broken up with him. "We're just too different Roman, you need someone who understands your lifestyle as a soldier," she had said tearfully. Roman rubbed his temples, feeling a throbbing headache coming on. He had tried so hard to make it work with Jennifer, but in the end their 5 year relationship had crumbled.

Lost in thought, Roman almost didn't hear the phone ringing again. He picked it up without checking the caller ID. "Hello?" he answered gruffly.

"Good afternoon, may I speak with Roman Benson please?" a deep, smooth voice replied.

"Yes, that's me. Who is this?" Roman asked warily.

"Mr. Mcculley. I'm a businessman and I'm looking to hire a personal bodyguard. I was told that the best man for the job was Gunny Sergeant Roman Benson. Are you available to meet to discuss the position?"

Roman's curiosity was piqued. "I'm intrigued Mr. Mcculley. When did you have in mind?"

"How about 7pm tonight at my estate on Ravenswood Drive? I'll have a car sent to pick you up at 6pm sharp. Wear a suit," Mr. Mcculley instructed before abruptly hanging up.

At 6pm on the dot, a sleek black Lincoln pulled up to Roman's apartment building. He took a deep breath, straightening his black tie, and climbed into the plush leather seats. The driver didn't say a word as he whisked Roman away to the outskirts of the city.

Thirty minutes later, they pulled up a long, curving drive lined with twinkling lights. The car stopped in front of a massive, modern mansion with floor to ceiling windows. Roman stepped out, taking in the sprawling estate. He jumped slightly as the driver appeared beside him and said in a clipped tone, "Straight through the front door, Mr. Mcculley is expecting you in the sitting room."

Roman strode up to the door and rang the bell. Moments later it swung open to reveal a slightly stooped older gentleman with a head of silver hair and a kind smile.

"Ah, you must be Sergeant Benson! I'm Luke Mcculley, it's a pleasure. Please, call me Luke," he said warmly as he ushered Roman inside. "I can't thank you enough for coming on such short notice. I've heard great things about your service record."

"It's my pleasure sir," Roman replied, used to deferential treatment after years in the military.

Luke led them into a cozy sitting room with a roaring fire. He gestured for Roman to sit. "I heard about your recent break up," Luke said gently as he sat across from him. "I'm very sorry to hear that. It must be a difficult time for you."

Roman sighed, surprised by the man's perceptiveness. "Yes, it's been tough. We just couldn't seem to make it work," he admitted.

Luke nodded sympathetically. "I know a thing or two about hard times. That's actually why I wanted to meet you Sergeant. I'm in need of a personal bodyguard and security consultant. Your skills would be invaluable to me. I'd like to offer you the job if you're interested."

Roman was taken aback. The pay Luke quoted was incredible, far more than he made now. He hardly needed to think about it. "That sounds great, I accept," he said with a grateful smile.

Luke smiled back, his eyes crinkling. "Excellent! I knew you were the right man for the job. Let's shake on it!"

He stood and extended his hand to Roman. Roman reached out and shook it, feeling a jolt as their skin touched. Luke held his grip a beat too long before releasing him. "Welcome to the team Sergeant. I have a feeling we're going to do great things together."

Over the next year, Roman worked hard to keep Luke safe and his business secure. He took immense pride in his job and proved himself invaluable many times over. In return, Luke treated him like a member of the family. They developed a close bond, spending a lot of time together both on and off the clock.

One evening, as they sat sipping scotch by the fire, Luke turned to Roman with a serious expression. "There's actually something I need to talk to you about. Can you come to the living room for a moment?" Roman followed him over, wondering what was amiss.

In the living room, Luke gestured for Roman to sit on the leather sofa. He perched nervously on the edge of a chair across from him. "What's up sir?" Roman asked.

Luke smiled serenely. "Oh please, call me Luke. I think we're well past formalities by now." He leaned forward with an intense gaze. "Roman, I wanted to tell you something. Over this past year, I've gotten to know you very well. And I have to admit, I've fallen for you. Hard."

Roman blinked rapidly, shocked to his core. "I... I'm sorry Luke, what did you just say?" He asked, certain he had misheard.

Luke reached out and gently cupped Roman's face, his thumb stroking his cheekbone. "I said I'm in love with you. You're an amazing man Roman. I want to be with you, in every sense. I'll take good care of you," he vowed, his voice low and heated.

Roman's heart pounded in his chest. He had never considered being with a man before. But the feel of Luke's hand on his skin sent sparks through his body. Almost unconsciously, he turned his face and brushed a soft kiss to Luke's palm.

Luke groaned. "God I want you," he breathed before surging forward to capture Roman's lips. Roman gasped, but then melted into the kiss. Luke's lips were so soft and warm. He tasted faintly of scotch and something uniquely him.

Roman's tongue tentatively brushed Luke's bottom lip and the older man shuddered, his mouth parting in invitation. Their tongues tangled slow and deep as they made out, growing more heated by the second. Luke slid his hands down to knead Roman's muscular shoulders as Roman gripped his ass, pulling their bodies flush.

They broke apart, panting. "Do you want this?" Luke asked huskily, raking his gaze over Roman's flushed face. "I've wanted you for so long."

"Yes, god yes," Roman said fervently, his voice rough with need. "I want you Luke."

Luke growled and captured his mouth again in a bruising kiss. They stumbled towards the bedroom, shedding clothes as they went. Roman shuddered as Luke's hands mapped his bare skin, skimming over his broad chest and chiseled abs. He returned the favor, reveling in the feel of Luke's body, older but still fit and strong.

They tumbled onto the bed, a mess of groping hands and rolling hips. Luke pushed Roman onto his back and straddled his face, his thick cock bobbing inches from Roman's mouth. "Open up baby, let me feel that mouth," Luke demanded, fisting his length.

Roman moaned whorishly and obeyed, parting his lips. Luke fed his cock into the hot cavern and Roman sucked like a man possessed, swirling his tongue and hollowing his cheeks. Luke threw his head back with a guttural moan, bracing himself on the headboard as he rocked into Roman's mouth.

Roman took him deep, his throat bulging obscenely around Luke's thick length. He pulled off with a lewd pop and lapped at the sensitive skin, feeling Luke shiver above him. "Mmm you taste so good baby, I could suck you all night," Roman purred before swallowing him down again.

"Oh fuck, just like that," Luke gasped, his balls drawing up tight. "I'm gonna-- fuuuuck!!" Roman swallowed in greedy gulps as Luke came hard, pumping his cock down Roman's throat.

When Luke finally dismounted, Roman licked his lips with a shit eating grin. "Delicious," he said with a wink. Luke returned it, his eyes dark and lustful.

"Now let me return the favor," he growled, shoving Roman back onto the bed. He dipped his head and Roman yelped as Luke's tongue breached his entrance, flicking teasingly over his hole. "Holy shit!" Roman bucked his hips, trying to get more of that incredible tongue.

Luke purred and then fell to eating him out in earnest, his tongue delving deep and swirling. Roman writhed and cursed, fisting his hands in Luke's silver hair. It was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Luke was relentless, alternating between flicking over his rim and thrusting deep. Roman's cock throbbed against his belly, drooling steadily.

"Please, I need you," Roman begged, too far gone to care how desperate he sounded. He needed to be filled, needed Luke inside him.

Luke released his hole with a pop and licked up Roman's body to his mouth. "I love you baby, gonna make you feel so good," he rumbled against Roman's lips before thrusting forward, burying his cock in Roman's tight heat.

Roman screamed, his back arching off the bed as he was split open on Luke's huge cock. Luke hilted in one smooth thrust and Roman's eyes rolled back, his mouth falling open in a silent moan. He'd never felt so full in his life, impaled on Luke's steel length.

"Oh god yes!" Luke groaned, starting to move. He pulled out slow and shoved back in hard, setting a brutal pace that had Roman seeing stars. The wet squelch of his cock plowing into Roman's hole filled the room, punctuated by the smack of skin on skin.

Roman's legs came up to wrap around Luke's waist, heels digging into his ass as he urged him on. "Faster, harder, fuck me!" he babbled, lost to the pleasure. Luke obliged, his hips snapping at a punishing speed, nailing Roman's prostate dead on with every thrust.

Roman could feel his orgasm building, his cockhead leaking steadily. He reached down to fist his dripping length and Luke felt him shudder beneath him. "Yeah baby, gonna cum on my cock? I wanna feel you squeeze me," he panted, never letting up his relentless pace.

Roman made a broken sound and came explosively, his cock jerking in his grip as he spurted all over his abs and chest. His hole clamped down viciously and Luke cried out, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself in Roman's fluttering channel.

They collapsed together in a sweaty tangle of limbs, both gasping for breath. Luke lay heavily on top of Roman, still buried to the hilt, uncaring of the cum leaking out around him. "Fuck, that was incredible," he rumbled, nuzzling into Roman's neck. Roman just whimpered weakly in response, completely fucked out.

Luke finally pulled out with a wet sound and rolled to the side, bringing Roman with him. They lay face to face, staring at each other with sated grins. Luke brushed Roman's hair off his forehead and cupped his cheek tenderly. "I love you," he said simply.

Roman turned his head to press a kiss to Luke's palm. "I love you too," he replied, marveling at how easy it was to say. "I never knew I could feel this way about anyone, let alone a man."

Luke chuckled and pulled him into a warm hug. "Welcome to the rainbow baby. I'm so glad I got to be the one to bring you out." They clung to each other, two souls uniting as one.

And they lived happily ever after.

It was surreal, for the last week vincent had had the same vivid dream

he would take his nightly sleeping tablet and dream he was receiving the most intense amazing head

the sloppiest dick suckingest drool running down the balls head

he would awake expecting a wet patch on his bed but to his amazement there wasnt one

he would sit on the couch with his flatmate and friend Jamie in his pj bottoms and try to shake off the strange feeling that something was going on

“what do you mean you dont have my script in!” vince was getting frustrated at his local pharmacy

he knew it wasnt the workers fault but that didnt help the hell the next couple nights were going to be without his sleeping pills, having had insomnia for as long as he could remember

that night he lay in bed trying to sleep, kind of hoping to have the strange dream, he could do with the stress relief, if only jamie wasnt such a prude, he could ask him but he was too shy and nerdy

vince heard his door open a crack, he peaked but seeing no one he laid still, the flat was prone to odd draughts

he felt the covers being gently tugged back from him, he again kept very still, he knew it was more than a dream

he felt warm breath on his soft cock, then watched his cock raise and the foreskin be pulled back

he felt a hot wet tongue on his head and began to get hard, as strange as this experience was it was also the best head of his life

he watched through half closed eyes as his hard cock followed the unmistakeable curve of a throat

as drool began to rundown his balls his mind raced, what little of it wasnt absorbed by the amazing head he was receiving, it was easily top 3 best head ofhis life

with a grunt he felt himself cumming what felt like a gallon of cum down the cocksuckers throat

he watched as the drool and cum was licked from his cock and his bedding replaced over him and the door quietly close, things had gone from strange to bizzarre

jamie lay on his bed wanking his cock, vinces cum still lingering in his mouth as he shot his own load over his stomach

he cleaned up and wrote up more of his notes on his laptop, his experiment was progressing nicely

Hello everyone ,myself krishna and I am from India . Hope everything is good so today I am posting my first experience of sex , now I am 19 year old guy little chubby , brown , black hair and 6.5 inches black dick . Let's begin first time I experienced sex in my school and my classmate introduced me with blowjob ,fucking and handjob , so me and my friend was sitting in the corner seat at the last and I told my friend just for a joke that put your hand in my pocket (my dick is out my underwear) so he put his hand in my pocket , he touched my dick and start jerking it , this was my first time when some other person is masturbaiting me and I was in heaven but I told him to stop we were in a classroom after few days we changed are seats and we forgot about this incident after this we are having art and craft period and he was sitting in back so I saw him and go to him and asked him that do you know how to suck a dick , he answered can I suck your's I said no because we were in a classroom but then he unzipped my pants remove my dick and start sucking , ooh what a feeling that was my first time when someone is sucking my dick I told him let's go to washroom and finish it then we took permission and go washroom he sucked my dick so beautifully and then he offers Me to fuck , I can't say no to him and I started fucking him after few minutes we listen some shoe sound we quickly closed our pants and go into classroom after few days in games period when everyone is playing outside we decided to go in the classroom and finish the work that we started that day , we both go inside the classroom (no one is inside class) and he sucked my cock for 15-20 min and give me a handjob and then I told him I am about to cum he put my dick in his mouth and started sucking it very fast on that I came so hard in his mouth and he drank every drop of my cum . After this incident we do sex many time but after one year he left the school and I am miss him so badly so that I can fuck him again .
Thankyou so much , this I my first time experience of sex , I do sex many time like with my neighbour , friends and some from grindr .

Ive never shared such an intimate experience but don't know anyone else to tell! My boyfriend and I are very very freaky! And always horny for each other. whenever I'm at my boyfriend's house we always make sure to leave the blinds on his window open so the sunlight can show everything during sex. Today we were having sex like usual and my boyfriend was kissing on me, sucking on my breasts,biting on my neck and I got so open i spread my legs and let him insert his big black cock in my tight hole! He started to pound me and I screamed and moaned in pleasure from the sensation! I felt the Sun hitting my face and my beautiful brown chocolate skin as my boyfriend kissed all over my body. then my boyfriend asked me to go doggy style which I had no problem doing. he started pounding me doggy hard and ferociously pulling my hair. I screamed in pleasure and agony cuz I loved how rough he was. But at one point my boyfriend stops and I say what's wrong?then I look to the back of me to see what he's laughing about and as I look there is a white middle aged man staring directly across from us watching the whole thing happen and we laugh together....but keep going! the Man's eyes are still keenly watching us as my boyfriend is f****** me hard and deep and I'm moaning in pleasure and excitement from being watched!my boyfriend's dick is so big but he knows exactly how to use it I always feel like he's stretching me to my limits but it's worth it! I love my boyfriend big black dick because when my boyfriend cumes inside me it just fills my body up with so much love. I than beg my BBC daddy to " please cum inside me I need your cum deep inside me!"
" I've been such a good little slut for you!" I can tell he's close as his dick gets even harder I than tell him "cum inside me now " he than explodes deep inside my ass it feels so warm inside me and fills me up so nicely. After the sex my boyfriend said I love you and I said I love him back and as we look to the window the neighbor was still watching! I laughed with my boyfriend and said the shows over and we close the blinds and cuddle.

(Full pic on my deviantart : WrittenMuseum)

Jake was the star of the college football team, the golden boy that everyone knew. With his tall, muscular build and perfect smile, he seemed untouchable. His effortless skill on the field had earned him a reputation as not only the best player on the team but also the most popular guy on campus. Girls flocked to him, captivated by his confidence, good looks, and charm.

They’d often linger at the football yard, hoping to catch a glimpse of him as he jogged by in his signature red sports shorts, his strong legs and broad chest always drawing attention.



But with popularity came envy. The boys from other sports teams—basketball, track, and even some from the football team itself—weren’t too keen on Jake. His success, both on and off the field, overshadowed them. They were tired of the way girls always fawned over him, tired of how everyone seemed to talk about Jake and his latest achievements. Today, one of those envious boys would take matters into his own hands.



It was a crisp afternoon, and the football yard was buzzing with activity. Jake stood at the center of it all, flashing that same winning smile he always did. He’d just finished another successful practice, and now the local college news crew had come to interview him. As usual, Jake was more than happy to answer questions, his confidence shining through as the camera rolled. Dressed in his red sports shorts and a tight-fitting team shirt that hugged his athletic physique, he looked every bit the star.



“Jake, tell us about your season so far,” the reporter asked, holding the microphone close as the camera zoomed in on his face.



Jake grinned, pushing a hand through his messy blond hair. “It’s been great, honestly. The team’s been putting in a lot of hard work, and it’s paying off. I’m just proud to be part of such a dedicated group.”



His voice was smooth, carrying the kind of relaxed confidence that came from knowing you were the best. He shifted his weight slightly, the fabric of his shorts clinging to his thighs. The interview was going perfectly, and Jake was used to this kind of attention—after all, it wasn’t just the sports reporters who wanted a piece of him. He always knew eyes were on him, admiring his every move.



The reporter smiled, clearly captivated by his charm. “It must feel amazing to have so much support from the team and the fans.”



Jake nodded, his chest rising slightly with pride. “Yeah, it’s been incredible. I’ve had a lot of support from everyone. It’s been a team effort, really. Couldn’t have done it without my guys.”

Not far off, one of the boys from the basketball team watched, frustration and jealousy simmering beneath the surface. He saw Jake standing there, basking in the spotlight, and it irritated him to no end. The perfect Jake, getting all the attention again. A plan began to form in his mind, something impulsive and bold, a way to knock Jake down a peg—right in front of everyone.



As Jake answered another question, the boy slowly edged closer, pretending to just be in the background, blending in with the bustling activity of the field. Jake didn’t notice him—he was too focused on the interview, the camera, the attention. And then, in one swift, almost casual motion, the boy reached out and tugged hard on the waistband of Jake’s red sports shorts.

There was a moment of stunned silence. Jake’s shorts fell to the ground in one quick motion, and time seemed to slow down. The cool breeze hit Jake’s exposed skin, and it took him a second to realize what had just happened. His red shorts lay around his ankles, and there, completely bare for everyone to see, was his large, flaccid dick hanging between his muscular legs.



The camera, still rolling, caught everything. The reporter gasped, her eyes wide with shock as the scene unfolded before her. Jake’s face turned crimson, his heart pounding as he glanced down, horrified to see himself fully exposed. He wasn’t wearing any underwear—it was a habit he had on the field, preferring the freedom of going commando during practice. Now that choice had left him completely vulnerable, his thick, hanging cock swinging freely in front of the crew, the camera, and anyone else who happened to be watching.



“Uh... what the hell?” Jake muttered under his breath, his face flushed with a mixture of shock and embarrassment.



One of the crew members tried to suppress a laugh, but the sound escaped. “Dude, is he not wearing anything under that?” someone whispered.



“No... he’s... he’s not,” the reporter replied, her voice barely above a whisper, eyes glued to Jake’s exposed body, but even as Jake’s hands shot down to cover himself, it was impossible. His hands weren’t enough to shield his entire length—his large, flaccid cock hung too low, peeking from beneath his fingers. His face flushed with embarrassment, his pulse quickening as he realized just how much of himself was still on display.



Whispers started to ripple through the crowd almost immediately, spreading like wildfire. A group of girls standing near the sidelines exchanged wide-eyed looks, some biting their lips in disbelief.

“Oh my god, it’s huge... Did you see it? He’s packing...” one girl whispered, her voice filled with both shock and intrigue.



“I knew Jake was hot, but that... that’s insane,” another girl murmured, her cheeks flushed as her eyes darted back to the scene, unable to look away from Jake’s exposed form.



But the gossip wasn’t limited to the girls. The boys nearby were having their own reactions—though theirs were much less kind.



“Holy shit, is this guy for real? He’s just standing there with his junk out!” one of the boys from the basketball team laughed, slapping his friend on the shoulder.



“I always knew he was cocky, but damn, now I see why!” another boy sneered, grinning as he watched Jake struggle to cover himself.



“He thinks he’s such a big shot, now he’s just a joke!” another chimed in, his laughter echoing across the field.



Jake’s heart raced, his humiliation deepening with every passing second. He could feel all eyes on him—girls whispering, boys laughing, and the reporter still staring at him in shock. The cool breeze brushing against his naked skin only made him more aware of how exposed he was, and his mind raced, trying to figure out how to salvage what little dignity he had left.



For a moment, it felt like time had slowed to a crawl, as if every whisper, every snicker was amplified in his mind. His fingers fumbled as he tried to adjust his hands, desperate to cover himself, but it was no use. His cock was still partially visible, hanging between his legs, refusing to be hidden no matter how hard he tried. The laughter around him grew louder, and it felt as though the ground might open up beneath him.



“Is he seriously not going to pull his shorts back up?” someone muttered, the disbelief clear in their voice. “He’s just standing there like an idiot!”



Jake’s consciousness suddenly snapped back into focus, the realization hitting him like a brick wall. He was still standing there, half-naked in front of the camera, his red shorts around his ankles. His cheeks burned with shame, and with shaky hands, he finally reached down, grabbing his shorts and yanking them up as quickly as he could. But it was too late—the damage was done.



As he hastily pulled the waistband back up, covering himself, he could still feel the weight of the stares, the whispers, the laughter surrounding him. He glanced up, his heart sinking as he saw the smirks on the faces of the boys nearby, the way they were enjoying every second of his humiliation.



“Too late, buddy,” one of the boys taunted, his grin wide. “Everyone already got a good look.”



Jake’s stomach twisted as the truth sank in. He had been exposed, completely, in front of not just the camera crew, but in front of his teammates, the girls on the sidelines, and the boys who had always envied him. The camera had captured everything—his bare body, his hanging cock, his desperate attempt to cover up—and there was no undoing it now.

The boys who had always resented Jake were now reveling in his shame, their laughter echoing across the field. It was as if they had been waiting for a moment like this, a chance to knock the golden boy off his pedestal, and they were savoring every second of it.





“Look at him, all red in the face. I bet he’s wishing he’d worn some damn underwear today!” one of them jeered, his voice dripping with satisfaction.



Jake’s throat tightened, and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the embarrassment washing over him like a wave. He had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. His popularity, his status, none of it mattered now. All anyone would remember was the sight of him standing there, his shorts down, his cock swinging in front of everyone.



The reporter, still holding the microphone, finally cleared her throat, trying to regain some sense of professionalism. “Well, um... I think that wraps up today’s interview,” she said awkwardly, her eyes darting away from Jake, who was now pulling the fabric of his shorts as high as they could go, his face still flushed with shame.



Jake didn’t say a word. He couldn’t. His mind was too clouded with the overwhelming realization that this moment—this humiliating, soul-crushing moment—was already captured and would likely spread far beyond the football field. The boys’ laughter, the girls’ gossip, the looks of disbelief—those would follow him for a long time.



As he stood there, trying to collect himself, the laughter of the boys still echoed in his ears, and the image of his exposed body haunted him. There was no going back from this.



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Entangled Desires

The theater was empty except for the two of them in the top row. The flickering screen cast a dim light, the tired projector clicking as the fuzzy image danced before them. They had not come to watch the film.

She was determined not to take no for an answer. He constantly tried to do what was right, but all she wanted was him. Sliding onto her knees in front of his seat, she tapped her fingers against his belt buckle, slowly undoing his pants. He shifted beneath her eager touch, his hands hovering, unsure whether to guide her or hold back.

“Here?” he asked nervously. In the glow of the film, she saw the flush spread across his cheeks.

“Here.” She echoed, a challenge in her tone.

She reached into his pants, pulling out his cock, already hard and waiting. A smile curled her lips as she licked them, savoring the moment before dipping her head over his lap. The first lick drew a groan from deep within his chest, a sound she craved to hear again and again.

She held the base of him, licking him like a popsicle, her tongue teasing up and down his length. He pressed a hand to his face, trying to hide just how much he was enjoying it. She pressed her lips around him, taking him deep until she gagged, eyes watering. His cock made her drool, and she eagerly licked it up before spitting on him with desperate fire. He tasted of salt, but it was the musky scent of his skin that drove her wild. His hands found their way to her shoulders, then her hair, flitting about, unsure how to enjoy himself.

She lifted her head with a deep gasp, a string of spit still connecting her lips to the tip of his cock. “I need you,” she moaned, before dragging her tongue beneath his shaft again. Suddenly, she stood, her head briefly obscuring the screen as the film flickered across her hungry eyes. She slipped her panties out from beneath her skirt and tossed them aside, crawling into his lap. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her, his cock twitching as she straddled him.

He wanted her—God forgive him, he wanted her more than anything. She slid her hands over his shoulders, kissing him deeply. His grip on her waist tightened despite himself. He should have pulled away; he should have been responsible. But desire had overtaken him.

She bit her lip, reaching between them, her slender fingers wrapping around him. His heart was in his throat—things at home were good, but nothing like this—this was red-hot want. She perched herself up on her knees, pressing his cock to her entrance, then began to lower herself onto him. He gripped her hips, wanting to slow her down, but she was relentless. She pressed until she sat fully on him, deep inside. Her warmth wrapped tightly around him. Sweat trickled down his back as he surrendered to the craving within.

She began to ride him, bouncing on his lap, her moans filling the space between them. Her breasts swayed behind the thin fabric of her shirt. She caught him staring and quickly popped the buttons open, revealing her lacy brassiere. Pleasure drowned out everything else. The angel on his shoulder, warning him to stop, was now silenced.

“Oh, fucking God,” she groaned, arching her back as their bodies met. He gritted his teeth, holding his climax, wanting to feel more of her tightness. Despite his hesitation, he did not want it to end too soon.

She grabbed his hand, bringing it to her mouth—sucking one of his fingers between her pretty lips. Her lip gloss smeared across his skin as she pushed his hand down to her neck. Without a word, she wrapped his fingers around her throat and pressed on the sides—urging him to squeeze. He instantly did as she wanted, tightening his grip. Her body tensed around him, her smile growing as his thrusts became harder.

They were barely in the theater seat anymore, but perched on the edge, her body grinding against his as dust particles danced in the light of the film.

“Yes!” she cried. “Yes! Yes!”

His heartbeat synchronized with her moans of pleasure as heat pooled at the base of his spine. There was no undoing this moment; he had surrendered to his most basic desires. What was stopping them from meeting every week? Every day? The thought of her body against his, her eyes staring up at him, made him weak. She let out a strangled moan, throwing her head back as she came, her body tensing and shuddering from the force of it. The second he felt her peak, he hit his as well. His fingers tightened around her throat as he pushed intensely, groaning through clenched teeth, losing himself in the moment as he came inside her.

He leaned back into the chair, and she followed, her body lying limply against his, her head nestled against his shoulder. Still inside of her, with no protection, no forethought at all. She hummed against his neck happily, kissing along his jaw. He slid his fingers into her hair and pressed his cheek to hers, breathing in the smell of her shampoo.

He was hers now, just as a fly when captured in the spider’s web.

Chapter 1

I'm Noah, a 22-year-old certified nursing assistant at Hopeful Horizon, a bustling nursing home in the heart of vibrant Miami, Florida. With my firm, 5'11" athletic build and hazel eyes that shift between shades of green and brown, I'm always ready to do whatever, especially among my friends. While I embrace my identity as a bisexual man, I keep it under wraps, sharing this part of myself with no one—yet. I guess you could say I'm on the down low.

My coworkers and good friends, Asher and Ethan, are an inseparable duo. Asher, also 22, has a striking figure with his sandy blonde faux hawk and chiseled body that speaks of his active lifestyle. His captivating amber eyes are full of warmth and mischief, and an undeniable charm about him draws people in. Ethan, 21, moved to Miami from Seattle to stay with Asher after facing tough times. He’s lean and athletic, with deep chestnut hair and captivating blue eyes that radiate warmth. Their connection is really strong; they call each other brothers, showing how deep their friendship is and how much they support each other.

Okay, Let's get straight to the exciting parts. Naturally, we've caught glimpses of each other naked while at the gym, so I was aware of what they were working with.

It was just another day at the gym. The three of us—Asher, Ethan, and me—laughed and joked around as we wrapped up our workout. The atmosphere was light, filled with playful banter and the occasional friendly competition. We were all comfortable with each other.

After an intense workout, we figured we’d cool off in the locker room instead of heading home like usual. I suggested we shower since we planned to hit the mall right after. Asher and Ethan were totally down for it, saying, “Okay, bet!” They jumped in first, and we couldn’t help but crack up when Ethan and I saw Asher doing the helicopter move with his beautiful circumcised cock.

Asher's dick is a thick and juicy masterpiece that commands attention wherever he goes. The shaft is long and girthy, with a subtle upward curve. Measuring an impressive seven and a half inches, it's the perfect size for a man who knows how to satisfy. The head is broad and meaty, crowned with a delicate ridge that begs to be stroked and teased.

Ethan couldn’t resist joining in on the fun, dropping his towel. He hopped in right after Asher, laughing and trying to outdo him with his own silly, seductive moves. The two of them were splashing water everywhere and making a whole scene. I stood by the entrance, shaking my head with a grin, enjoying both cocks flopping around.

Looking at Ethan's circumcised penis was an amusement, a work of art - sleek and elegant yet undeniably powerful. His shaft is long and slender, and he may have hair over seven inches. Ethan's cockhead is perfectly formed, a plump and succulent mushroom cap, and is the epitome of sensuality, resting delicately atop a canvas of silky smooth skin.

“Come on, Noah! Don’t just stand there!” Asher blurted out while water was slanging off the tip of his dick. “Get in here so we can hurry up and go!”

I hesitated for a second, but the fun vibe was contagious, and you know, I wanted to join in. I dropped my towel and stepped in; as soon as I did, Ethan turned the showerhead toward me, totally soaking me. “Hey!” I shouted, laughing as I tried to dodge the water.

"Now you're in!" Ethan said with a grin, looking completely unfazed. Asher laughed, and now all three of us were in the showers, with our laughter bouncing off the tiled walls. It felt like something out of a movie—just three friends enjoying life and each other's company, forgetting about everything else. I really couldn't help but admire their big cocks without them noticing.

As we continued to splash around in the shower, I noticed Asher staring intently at my uncircumcised cock. "Damn, Noah, I didn't know you were uncut," he said, his voice tinged with surprise and curiosity.

My black uncut cock is a sight to behold, an irresistible treat. It is thick and meaty, with a substantial girth that promises a satisfying and fulfilling experience. The shaft is quite lengthy, extending to a generous seven inches, and it possesses a tantalizing curve to the right, adding excitement and enhancing pleasure.

I shot him a playful glare, trying to cover up the slight embarrassment creeping onto my face. "Bro, stop looking at my dick," I teased, trying to deflect attention from my anatomy.

Ethan chimed in, chuckling. "We've seen each other booty ass naked plenty of times, bro." The comment sparked laughter among us, and we quickly moved past the awkward moment, so nothing happened after that.

Oh, we've had our share of playful moments! I remember that time we were all commando in our basketball shorts while on vacation. I was lying on my phone at the foot of one of our hotel room beds. Asher was telling us about a girl he banged the other night, with Ethan standing next to him.

Listening to Asher's vivid story, my mind wanders as he describes the intimate details of his encounter. As he speaks, I can't help but let my gaze drift down to the bulge in their basketball shorts.

"So, Noah," Ethan says, facing me directly, "I bet you're wishing you were in Asher's place right now, huh? Getting your dick wet with that one bitch?"

He waggles his eyebrows suggestively before groping himself through the fabric of his shorts. "I know I'd fuck her senseless," Ethan claims. He squeezes his bulge, letting out a soft grunt of pleasure. "She'd be screaming my name, begging for more."

Asher chuckles, high-fiving Ethan's suggestion. "Damn right, bro. We’ll make that slut forget her name" He smirks, clearly enjoying the banter.

Asher and Ethan saunter over to me, grinning mischievously. "Alright, Noah, let's show you exactly how we'd wreck that bitch," Asher says, his playful low and husky voice.

Asher lifts my left leg without warning, pressing his muscular frame against my side. "Watch closely," he purrs into my ear, "this is how you make a woman forget her own name."

At the exact moment, Ethan positions himself on the other side of me, caging me in. The two of them begin to grind against me, dry humping me in a sensual, teasing rhythm.

Their cocks, straining against the confines of their shorts, throb against my thighs as they rock back and forth. The friction sends sparks of pleasure coursing through my body, with them playfully groaning softly.

Asher and Ethan continue their lewd display, tracing fingers lightly down my chest as they rut against me shamelessly. Their hot breaths fan across my ear as they pant and moan softly.

"You like this, don't you, bitch?" Ethan whispers huskily, his finger trailing lower, brushing over my nipple. "Feeling our hard dicks deep inside of you."

Asher leans in, nipping at my earlobe before growling, "We'd pound her so fucking hard, she wouldn't be able to walk straight for days." His hips buck harder against mine, the pressure making my dick semi-hard.

I burst out laughing, trying to sound indignant even as a thrill runs through me at their boldness. "Get the hell off me, you horn dogs!" I joke, attempting to hide the excitement building within me.

Despite my protests, I can feel my cock stiffening further, straining against my shorts. My breathing quickens, and I'm acutely aware of every inch of their bulges pressed against my thighs.

Asher and Ethan pull away, grinning wickedly as they watch me try to regain my composure. "Aw, come on, Noah, admit it bitch – you know we’ll have you leaking," Ethan teases, still playing around. "You're just too proud to admit you want our big, thick cocks pounding your tight ass pussy."

We all laugh heartily as the playful moment fades, snapping out of their little roleplay. For me, the sexual tension still lingered in the air, but we're back to our usual selves.

"Alright, enough fooling around," Asher says, stretching languidly. "Let's get dressed and head out for some grub. I'm starving!"

We then broke apart and quickly changed into our more formal attire. You couldn't deny that we looked great. Our vacation was absolutely fantastic, and we had the time of our lives.

Now that you know a little about our friendship, let me tell you about the time I seduced my attractive straight friends. Asher and Ethan decided to throw a party at their condo, inviting a few friends and coworkers to unwind after a long week.

I walk into the condo, holding a bottle of tequila. I am wearing casual shorts and a fitted tank top that showcases my toned physique. The atmosphere is lively, with coworkers and friends mingling and chatting over drinks and music.

Asher and Ethan greet me with smiles and fist bumps. "Yo, Noah! I'm glad you could make it," Asher says, clinking glasses with me before taking a shot. We're just getting this party started."

"Yeah, we're about to turn up!" Ethan agrees, playfully slapping and lightly gripping my butt as I pass him. "Tighten that fat ass up, Noah!"

As the night wore on and the liquor flowed freely, the energy in the condo grew more raucous. Laughter echoed through the rooms, punctuated by the thumping bass of the music. Asher challenged us to a friendly competition where we removed our shirts to show off our muscles and did push-ups to see who could do the most.

Ethan teases me about my fat ass again; Asher joins in the fun, jokingly shouting, "Yeah, Noah has a fat ass!" while pouring us more shots in the kitchen.

As the night spiraled into a frenzy of laughter, music, and drinks, I couldn't help but be drawn to Asher and Ethan’s captivating presence. They effortlessly commanded attention with their toned physiques, showcased so enticingly in those tight shorts.

Throughout the evening, we constantly teased and bantered with each other, our words laced with flirtation and playful innuendo. Every time I passed by, either Asher or Ethan reached out to give my firm rear a light slap, eliciting a mix of laughter and protests from my friends.

Hours ticked by, and everyone's energy began to wane. The initial excitement of the party slowly faded into exhaustion. One by one, the guests bid farewell, leaving only the three of us remaining.

Asher, clearly intoxicated, stumbled into his bedroom and stripped down to his boxers, collapsing onto the bed with a loud groan. "Later, dudes," he mumbled, already half-asleep.

Ethan closed Asher's door and plopped on the couch beside me. Left alone, tipsy, Ethan stretches out on the couch, leaning over to me. “So, you remember the girl I was talking to at the last party, right?” Ethan asks, a sly grin spreading across his face. I shake my head, feeling a mix of curiosity and nervousness. “Not really... I mean, you talked to a few of them.”Ethan chuckles, reaching into his pocket to pull out his phone.

“Well, let me show you her then.” He puts his arm around me and scrolls through his messages before stopping on an exceptionally provocative text thread.

The anticipation builds within me, a thrill of excitement coursing through my veins.

I can feel the heat radiating off Ethan, the closeness of our bodies making my skin tingle. When Ethan stops on a message from a girl, I can see his dick throbbing through his shorts.

The woman is completely nude in the video, her hand between her legs as she pleasured herself. “Oh, shit!” I gasp, my eyes wide with surprise and arousal. My cock twitches against my shorts at the sight, already starting to harden in response.

Without warning, Ethan pulls up another video on his phone—a Snap showing him smashing a girl. The sound of his masculine grunts fills the room, mingling with the hum of the TV in the background. My mouth goes dry as he watches, transfixed by the lewd display. My hands trembled slightly as I reached for Ethan's phone, wanting to look closer. “Wow... You're going at it,” I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. Ethan nods, his erection straining against his shorts now, “I fucked that bitch so hard.”

As I continued to watch the video, my breathing quickened, and my heart started to race. The sight of Ethan pleasuring fucking the hell out of this girl sent waves of desire coursing through my body. Unable to resist, I reached down to palm my hard cock through my shorts, letting out a soft moan.

As I place my other hand on Ethan's thigh, I can see the effect it has on him. His eyes flutter closed, a soft whimper escaping his lips as he arches into my touch. The bulge in his shorts grows more pronounced, and I can't help but wonder if he wants this to go further.

"Fuck, that's hot," I murmur, my voice low and husky with desire. I lean in closer, my breath ghosting over his ear as I trace patterns on his thigh with my fingertips.

Ethan's chest rises and falls rapidly, his pulse pounding beneath my palm. When he opens his eyes, they're dark with lust, locking onto mine with an intensity that makes my heart race.

"I... I need..." he manages to say, his voice strained with want. I swallow hard, and my own need is to mirror his. "What do you need?" I ask softly, my thumb continuing its maddening circles on his thigh.

Ethan's gaze drops to my lips and then back up to meet my hazel eyes. "Touch me," he pleads as his arm around me brings our bodies closer. "Please..."

Without breaking eye contact, I slide my hand higher, my fingers brushing against the outline of his cock through his shorts. Ethan's breath hitches, his body tensing beneath my touch.

I give him a moment to adjust, savoring the feel of his hardness pressing against my palm. Then, with deliberate slowness, I untie his shorts and slip my hand inside, wrapping my fingers around his smooth, thick, silky flesh.

"Oh fuck," Ethan groans, his head falling back against the couch as I start stroking him. I pull down Ethan's basketball shorts, revealing his thick, hard cock. It twitches in anticipation as I lean in, my tongue darting out to lick the salty pre-cum from the tip. "Damn, bro," he moans, his hips bucking slightly as I take him into my mouth.

I smirk around his shaft, enjoying the way he fills my mouth and throat. I bob my head up and down, my hand stroking what I can't fit in my mouth. Ethan grips my hair tightly, his breathing becoming more ragged with each passing second.

"You gonna make me cum?" he asks, his voice strained with need. "Sometimes it takes too long for me to get there."

I glance up at him, my hazel eyes watering slightly as I push myself further, taking him as deep as possible. Then, I release his cock with a wet pop and move down, lavishing attention on his heavy, swollen balls.

I wrap my lips around one of Ethan's balls, sucking gently as my tongue swirls around the sensitive sac. He lets out a sharp gasp, his hips jerking as I massage and tease the delicate flesh.

"Mmm, your balls are so juicy," I murmur against his skin, switching to the other ball and giving it equal attention. Ethan's fingers tangle in my hair, holding me close as I worship his package.

After thoroughly licking and sucking his balls, I sit back on my heels, my mouth still wet with his essence. Ethan looks down at me, his eyes dark with lust and a hint of desperation.

"Please, Noah," he begs, reaching down to guide my head back to his cock. "I need you to finish me off."

I position myself between Ethan's spread legs, looking up at him with a mix of nervous excitement and determination. I suddenly lifted both of his legs and leaned in slowly, my warm breath ghosting over his tight virgin hole. Ethan's muscles tense, his fingers digging into my shoulders as if bracing for the unfamiliar sensation.

"It's okay, bro," I reassure him softly. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

With those words, I press my lips gently against his entrance, letting them linger for a moment before applying gentle suction. My tongue darts out, tracing the rim of his hole and probing delicately at the tight muscle.

“Oh, fuuuck!” Ethan lets out a soft moan, his hips flexing instinctively as I begin to work him open with my mouth. As I continued to lap at Ethan's hole, I could feel him gradually relaxing under my touch. His grip on my shoulders loosens, replaced by a gentle caress along my back.

"That feels amazing," Ethan whispers, his voice thick with longing. "Don't stop."

Emboldened by his encouragement, I increased the intensity of my efforts. I slide my hands under his thighs, lifting his legs higher to grant me better access. My tongue delves more profoundly, exploring his inner walls' silky heat.

Ethan's moans grow louder, his body trembling with pleasure as I work him over. The sounds of slurping and sucking fill the room, mingling with our shared breaths and sighs.

As I continue to eat him out, Ethan's confession sends a jolt through me, my mind reeling at the realization that this is his first time engaging in anal play, let alone full-on sex. But instead of pulling away, I double down on my efforts, determined to bring him to new heights of pleasure.

"I've never been fucked before," Ethan admits, his voice barely above a whisper. I pause for a moment, processing this revelation, before resuming my oral assault on his hole.

My tongue plunges deeper, fucking into him with abandon as I lap at his inner walls. Ethan's cries of ecstasy echo through the room, spurring me on as I devour him like a starving man.

When I finally break away, panting and slick with saliva, I help Ethan shift onto his knees, presenting himself in a doggy-style pose. "Get on all fours, bro,"

Ethan eagerly assumes the position, his ass raised invitingly as he braces himself on all fours. I kneel behind him, admiring the view of his toned backside presented so perfectly for my pleasure.

Without hesitation, I dive back in, burying my face between his cheeks as I resume eating him out. My tongue traces the cleft of his ass, teasing his hole with feather-light touches before diving back in for another deep plunge.

Ethan rocks back against my face, his moans turning into desperate whimpers as I work him over. I reach around with one hand, grasping his leaking cock and stroking it in time with the thrusts of my tongue.

The taste of his musk mixed with the tangy flavor of his precum is intoxicating, fueling my hunger for him. “What the fuuuck,” he shouts in pleasure; I continue to lap at Ethan's hole, coating it liberally with my saliva as I work him open. His tight ring of muscle yields to my probing tongue, allowing me to delve deeper with each pass.

As I feast on his most intimate area, my free hand roams over his body, caressing his thighs and his stomach and eventually finding its way to his throbbing erection. I gather the pearly drops of precum that bead at the tip, using them as a lubricant as I stroke him in long, languid strokes.

Ethan's hips buck into my touch, torn between the dual sensations of my tongue buried in his ass and my hand pumping his shaft. His balls draw up tight, signaling his impending climax.

I redouble my efforts, alternating between lapping at his taint and flicking my tongue rapidly over his frenulum.

After thoroughly preparing Ethan's hole with my saliva, I line up my uncut cock, the swollen head pressing insistently against his tight entrance. With a gentle push, I ease myself into him, inch by excruciating inch.

"Oh, fuck!" Ethan cries out, his back arching as he tries to accommodate my girth. "Dude, It's so fucking big!"

I pause, giving him a moment to adjust, my heart racing with a mixture of concern and anticipation. "Breathe, bro," I remind him, running my hands soothingly over his back and sides. "Relax and let your body accept me."

I used to live in a small town down south where I had a friend named Troy. He was a regular guy, a little bit of a redneck with a mischievous smile, a smooth manner of talking and always a story to tell. He was lean and compact with hints muscle definition and a lightly haired chest. I liked spending time in his garage where there always was a project underway and a fridge full of beer.

Sometimes we’d go fishing in the creek. One day, I had to relieve myself so I stepped away and started to pee by a tree. A minute later, Troy right there next to me taking a piss; I was surprised as we usually gave each other enough room and privacy under the bro code. I caught a sideways glance trying not to be too obvious. He didn’t have the biggest cock, but boy, what a stream he was letting go. He also let his generously sized balls hang free. My dick started to harden and I felt my stream start to constrict so I forced myself to look away and zip up without seeming too flustered.

A week later, I was helping him work on a car and we were both laying underneath. It was a hot and humid summer day and he was wearing only an old pair of basketball shorts and talking as usual, explaining the steps he was taking in great detail with little stories mixed in. I was his audience and assistant, shining the light and handing him tools. He asked for a wrench which I had to get from the tool bench. As I turned back to the car, I could see he was going commando; his shorts had ridden up exposing his cock and balls.

“What’s taking so long” he asked. I put my eyes back in their sockets and slid back under the car and handed him the wrench. Continuing to work, I could sense that something had changed; was it me or had he seen me checking him out?

“OK, this is gonna be tricky,” he said, “I need you to hold right there as I drop this.” This maneuver took me closer to his crotch where I tried to focus on the task of not letting anything land on him. A couple minutes later, he finished and pushed everything back into place. Craning his head, he could see that there was a semi hardon going on in my shorts.

“OK, get down here, will ya? You know you want to, so just go ahead already,” he said.

I could’ve played dumb but was a too worked up. I reached down and pulled his shorts away. Rolling off the dolly, I neared my face to his cock which started to twitch and grow. The smell of sweat and beer lingered under the car. As I got closer, I found the smell became incredibly sexy; musk from his balls and a little skunk from his hairy ass. I opened my mouth and took his purplish cock head which was oozing salty precum on my tongue. Breathing deeply, I took in his taste as it started to swell. I drew it in my mouth and closed my lips around it as he laid back and took a deep breath. He was modestly endowed and it made a nice mouthful. I ran my tongue along his well defined circumcision scar and where his frenulum used to be. Soon my head was bouncing, drawing his cock in and out my mouth. It didn’t take long for him to moan and shoot a load towards the back of my throat. I gladly swallowed, feeling its warmth go down my throat. After a couple minutes of cleaning his cock off with in my mouth, he went soft and pulled away, put his shorts back into place and slid out from under the car and grabbed a beer. I was so worked up that I started to pull my own cock out to relieve myself.

“Dude, not here! Go do that at home,” he admonished me. I nervously and clumsily left, but blew a load before I could pull out of his driveway.

He never spoke a word about what happened. We continued to hang out, work on cars, go fishing and drink beer until I moved away that fall. I miss my time with Troy a lot; what I’d give to spend another hot summer afternoon with him.

One of the bad things about a breakup is the possibility of running into your ex. In the gay world, that seems to be an even higher probability. I had tried to stay out of the gay bars for a few months, as I was not in the mindset to run into my ex. I reached a point where I was ready for the chance encounter, so I headed to meet up some friends for a happy hour bar meet-up.

Everything was going great, until I spotted one of my ex’s best friends. Post breakup, I had unfollowed all of his friends. It wasn’t really a sacrifice as they never really felt like they were my friends. Allen was one of the nicer ones, specifically one of my ex’s friends that we had a threesome with on multiple occasions during our relationship. I tried to play it cool and just pretend I hadn’t seen him.

I stood by the bar waiting for my turn to order, when I could see Allen walking towards me, I prepared for impact.

“So…are you just going to pretend we don’t know each other?” He said as he leaned on the bar right next to me.

“Hey, of course not. Sorry.” I gave him a hug.

“Look don’t want you to ever feel uncomfortable running into me. I liked you, even without the sex”, he jokingly (but maybe not) mumbled.

He picked up my tab for the drinks I was ordering for my friends and me. He even ordered a couple tequila shots for him and I. We chatted a bit about life, and I went on my way.

As I was settling into bed, I received a message from Allen on Instagram, which followed by a “follow request”.

“Sorry if this is weird but wanted to say it was nice catching up. If you are ever up for it, we should meet up for some drinks or grab a bite to eat one day” His message read.

I accepted his request, and we slowly started corresponding. After a couple weeks that turned into us actually texting. Our conversations were friendly and flirty so he deserved actual texts from me. We would sometimes have a bit more than flirty messages on a late night exchange.

We finally decided it was time to hangout. I suggested a lunch on Friday, as that would be a short and harmless meet-up (at least that’s what I told myself). He convinced me that the only option I had was for him to pick me up, just made “sense”. Even though he wasn’t my friend, Allen was someone I really liked during my time in my ex’s Robert life. But over the past few weeks of messaging, I actually thought he could be a good friend.

Lunch was great, somehow we ended up having two bottles of white wine. Which then lead to us ending up at a couple bars. On the third bar, we ran into my ex. I never asked Allen about my ex or asked if he was aware of our new friendship. Allen seem to be caught off guard, as Robert walked up to us. I hadn’t seen my ex, much less talked to him in person. He would randomly sent me messages on Grindr when he was drunk about how me missed my ass and dick. Drunk me would respond but it was always late night and just sex talk.

I walked away and headed to the bathroom. I wasn’t emotional distraught it was just a weird situation, now add Robert seeing my hanging out with his best friend. I texted Allen that I was ready to head somewhere else, he quickly found me outside and we headed to another bar. At a certain point the night started getting away from me, I could tell it was time to wrap it up.
Allen somehow seemed sober and composed.

“If you are up for it, come back to my place for a drink or two. I’ll get you a cab from there back to your place” Allen suggested. Off we went.

The drinks of course ended up being…us making out on his couch and him drunkly leading me to his bed. I remembered falling onto his bed but next thing I remembered was waking up naked next to Allen. He lived in a skyscraper with full windows as his walls, no way you could sleep in late with the sun. I got up and went to his bathroom. Started trying to puzzle the night together and find my clothes.

“That was hot last night” Allen coyly smiled as I walked out of the bathroom.

“Don’t remember much”.

“Well we made out. Got naked. You gave me an amazing bj then you didn’t let me fuck you. So not much to tell” Allen laughed.

We started hanging out from time to time but daily texts were exchanged. He slowly would bring up my ex, Robert, and how Robert was fine we were friends. Robert actually told Allen we should all hangout one day. That wasn’t a surprise as Robert was messaging me on Grindr even when he wasn’t drunk. Telling me we should hookup, he’s fine with my friendship with Allen… Robert has one of the best dicks I ever experienced, so of course I would of loved for us to be fuck buddies but I just didn’t trust myself jumping back into bed that soon of our breakup.

Allen and I had hung out several times since that drunken night of making out but had not ended up naked again. I still felt weird about his closeness with my ex. Believe me, I was messy but even I try and keep it a little classy sometimes.

Allen and I went for a dinner one night, which then lead to going to meet up some of his friends at some straight bars. Most of the group wanted to call it an early night, Allen and I were feeling the tequila and wanted to continue. One of his friends, Will, stated he would be down for the gay bars. The three of us Uber’ed over. Will was hot, my type a white boy with a nice athletic built. Didn’t hurt that he was super nice and flirty. After a couple bars, Will excused himself to go meetup a couple friends. He stated he would meet us up in a bit. Allen and I continued drinking and dancing the night away.

“Hey let’s head out before they close so we don’t have to wait for a car long. I told Will to come meet us up at my place once he’s done with his friends” Allen screamed over the music.

I was tipsy but the tequila shots continued at Allen’s place. We discussed how hot I found Will.

“He gets around. Maybe I can make something happen tonight with you both.” Allen said as he poured another shot into my eager open mouth.

I was getting pretty tired and exponentially drunk. I jumped in the shower then slid into Allen’s bed as he cleaned up. I heard a knock at the door, as my eyes started closing. I could hear some voices coming from Allen’s bathroom and the shower running. Then the water stopped, and could feel someone getting into bed.

The night was the opposite of the daytime inside Allen’s apartment. His bedroom faced to an open bayou, so on a clouded night, it was pitched dark if the lights were off. I felt Allen wrap his arms around my body.

“Got you what you wanted. I just need to get what I want too.” Allen whispered into my ear.

Ale Oliveira tem uma bunda gostosa demais

I have been intending to share this very relatable, interesting phase of my life for a long time. Work and family life keep me very busy so that is my only excuse for not sharing this sooner.

I have always been a closet bisexual since my teen years.

I lived in a shared 3-bedroom house in med school with 2 guys in each room. The arrangement was that if one of our girlfriends spent the night, then the roommate would sleep in the living room. We were all friendly, had good camaraderie, living a hectic school life so the arrangements were all well-respected.

After the first year, my rommmate moved into a new place with his girlfriend and I got a new roommate. Let’s call the new roommate Rob. Rob and I remained as roommates till we graduated from med school (about 4 years) and a year after that as well, became best friends with a deep emotional connection and more.

Rob was handsome, introvert-ish and very intelligent. He also was a big flirt and dated a few girls through med school and after. When he moved in, he was dating this girl. Since she was still living with her parents, they didn’t need our room to spend nights together. I was single at the time. His GF also became a good friend. In fact, we were a part of a close knit group of friends who always spent time together, going out drinking, movies or studying for exams.

Being roommates and having the same classes, Rob and I got to spend a lot of quality time together. We both partied a little more than others so many times it was just the both of us drinking at a bar or at home and getting into deep-meaningful-philosophical conversations. We also talked about our sex lives with no inhibitions like our jerking off routine, likes/dislikes and more.. But I never dared to tell him (or my other friends) about my sexual orientation. I never sought or hooked up with another guy during those years. I lived a straight life dating a couple of girls. My reasons at the time were fear of being outed and possibly risking any distance between the both of us. Our bond and friendship was more important than anything sexual.

I always wondered, fanatsized about getting sexual with him but there was absolutely no way of that becoming a reality. Med school academically is hard, especially exam phases are tiring and exhausting. We hardly had time to hang out with our girlfriends and it was all understandable as they were going through a similar phase.

Rob and I studied together, discussing, testing each other and we used to get pissed drunk during any break that we could get. One night, we were tired, drunk and having our usual conversation. Rob said his body ached and mentioned that he would try and get a massage from his GF when they meet next. I told him that I could give him a body rub if he was up for it. He was mighty glad and readily accepted it. The only extent that we ever saw each other naked was in our underwear. So he had no inhibitions stripping to his undies for the massage. He laid down in a prone position first and I started rubbing his shoulders, back, legs. Next he was supine and I rubbed his chest, thighs and legs. That was it and he really liked it. I was delighted at the chance of getting to do it.

The massages kept happening more frequently without ever being anything sexual. That went on for sometime. There were times where I noticed his underwear bulge would be more prominent than usual. We also laughed it off a few times. One evening, we woke up after a long nap, lazy, and tired. We went out, grabbed some dinner, had a few drinks. We drank some more after we got back home. We turned off the lights to sleep. After a few minutes, Rob asked if I was up for giving a massage. I was fine with it. I was about to turn the light on and he told me not to. I wondered for a quick second but didn’t think much of it. He stripped to his undies and I was completely clothed as usual. I started rubbing his back, legs. He asked me if I was okay if he took his underwear off as he had a hardon and it was getting uncomfortable laying prone on his hard dick. Why would I say no? He took off his underwear. I could feel my heartbeat getting faster but I acted nonchalant. Then he turned around, I gave him the usual massage, taking extra precaution to avoid bumping into his hardon. That was it.

As time went by, Rob became more comfortable stripping naked during a massage but he always hinted at the lights being off and I never wanted to make him feel uncomfortable. So it always happened in the dark at nights. It was also the best time as other housemates would be sleeping so no danger of getting caught.

One night, while getting ready for a massage, the table lamp was on so I asked if I should to turn it off and he said don’t bother. I wondered for a second but again didn’t want to read much into it. He stripped, I started massaging his back, legs and by then he was also comfortable getting his buttocks massaged. He turned around and there it was! I finally saw his erect cock. I was completely mesmerized but had to act nonchalant. We always talked during the massages but this time he became kinda quiet. I noticed his cock throbbing a few times. I never massaged anywhere near his groin area and always tactfully avoided that area. While massaging his thighs, he told me not to mind his erection, that he was just horny and turned on. He specifically told me not to pay any attention to it. I continued on with the massage. My heartbeat was fast, I was getting hard and I could totally feel this endorphin rush inside my body. I went back to massaging his thighs when he grabbed my hand and pulled it towards his cock. He also muttered if I was okay with it. I said I was fine as long as he was comfortable. He was. So he made me grab his cock. Damn! This peak of excitement has been an unforgettable moment of my life. It was obvious what he wanted so I started to jerk him off until he came. The moments after were just silent, he got up, took a T shirt, cleaned off the cum, turned off the lights, said goodnight and slept off.

The next day was very awkward. He seemed upset and easily irritable. We had classes and a busy day, he spent the night at his GF”s place. The following day, a group of friends went out for a movie, dinner and drinks. He still seemed upset so I just let him be and this was not something we could’ve addressed when others were around.

2 days later, he told me that we need to talk. We went out in the evening and talked. He was angry at himself that he went that far. He blamed it on the alcohol, exam stress and the dry spell that he was going through. He blamed me partly and I kinda defended myself that I did not initiate it. His response was I could’ve stopped it. I told him that I was absolutely comfortable doing it only because of our deep emotional connection and it did not bother me at all. I told him that it seemed very organic for me considering how close we were. He said he didn’t want that to ever happen again. I said fine and we hugged it out. We were back to being the small old friends minus the massages.

That pact didn’t last for long. To be continued…….

—Alex unexpectedly collided with Cindy in the intimate confines of an underwear shop, setting off a chain of events that would prove irresistible. Little did he know, this encounter marked the beginning of a tumultuous journey through love, sex, relationships, and the unpredictable events that accompany the peak of adolescent hormones and make him NAKED. Dive into a tale where desires ignite and lives entwine in ways both thrilling and complex. (EROTIC, coming of aged series)

Chapter 1 : The Changing Room Encounter

The midday sun shone brightly as Alex bid goodbye to his gym buddies and made his way to the upscale underwear shop downtown. He had just finished his workout and was in the mood for some retail therapy. As he entered the store, he was greeted by a friendly saleswoman, Lisa, who approached him with a warm smile.

"Hi there! Welcome to our store. How can I assist you today?" Lisa asked, her hazel eyes twinkling with excitement.

Alex returned the smile, impressed by Lisa's beauty and professionalism. "Hi Lisa, I'm looking for some new underwear. Something stylish and comfortable," he replied, his voice confident and charismatic.

Lisa nodded, taking note of Alex's athletic build and chiseled physique. "Sure, we have a wide range of options. Let me show you some of our best sellers," she said, leading him towards the changing room area.

Alex followed Lisa, feeling a slight flutter in his stomach as he anticipated trying on the new underwear. He had always been confident about his body and enjoyed dressing well. He entered the changing room, which was spacious and well-lit, with a full-length mirror on one side.

"Here you go, Alex. Take your time and let me know if you need any help," Lisa said with a wink before leaving him alone in the changing room.

Alex was alone now, and he couldn't wait to try on the new underwear. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, revealing his well-toned chest and arms. He unclasped his belt, and his pants slid down, revealing his muscular thighs. He stepped out of his pants and stood in front of the mirror, admiring his reflection. He had a well-defined physique, with broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, and a toned abdomen. He flexed his biceps, feeling confident and pleased with his body.

Next, Alex reached down to his boxer briefs and pulled them down, revealing his manhood. He was well-endowed, with a sizeable penis that was erect due to the adrenaline rush of trying on new underwear. He couldn't help but notice his reflection in the mirror, appreciating his physique and his well-endowed size. He tried on different styles and colors of underwear, taking his time to find the perfect fit and style that accentuated his assets.

On the other side of the two-way mirror, unbeknownst to Alex, Cindy and her friends had entered the shop and were eagerly watching him through the mirror. Cindy was mesmerized by Alex's stunning looks and the sight of his naked body. She couldn't help but blush as she watched him try on different underwear, her heart racing with excitement.

"Wow, he's even more attractive up close," Cindy whispered to her friends Emily and Sarah, who were equally captivated by Alex's physique.

"He's definitely well-endowed," Sarah commented with a giggle, stealing glances at Alex through the two-way mirror.

As Alex tried on another pair of boxers, Cindy found herself drawn to him like a magnet. She couldn't resist the urge to approach him. She walked around to the front of the changing room, pretending to browse through the underwear on display, but secretly stealing glances at Alex.

"Hey, Alex, looking good in those," Cindy said, trying to sound casual, but her cheeks turned pink

Alex looked up, caught off guard by Cindy's sudden presence. He quickly covered himself with the underwear he was trying on, feeling a bit self-conscious but also intrigued by Cindy's boldness.

"Oh, hey Cindy," he replied, trying to maintain his cool composure. "Thanks, just trying out some new underwear."

Cindy bit her lip, her gaze lingering on Alex's toned body. "Well, they look great on you," she said, her voice slightly shaky with nervousness. "You always look so handsome."

Alex couldn't help but be flattered by Cindy's compliments. He had noticed her around school before, but they had never really spoken much. He found her attractive and was intrigued by her sudden interest in him.

"Thanks, Cindy. That's really sweet of you to say," Alex replied, feeling a spark of attraction between them.

Cindy's friends, Emily and Sarah, who were standing at a distance, watched the interaction with amusement. They knew Cindy had a crush on Alex, and they were thrilled to see her taking the initiative to talk to him.

"I'll leave you to it then," Cindy said, taking a step back, but her eyes stayed locked on Alex's figure in the mirror.

Alex nodded, a faint smile on his lips. "Sure, thanks again for the compliment."

As Cindy turned to leave, Sarah couldn't resist teasing her. "Smooth move, Cindy. I think Alex is definitely interested," she whispered, causing Cindy to blush even more.

Back in the changing room, Alex finished trying on the different underwear and finally settled on a couple of pairs that he liked. He dressed back into his regular clothes, feeling satisfied with his choices. He stepped out of the changing room, and Lisa, the saleswoman, greeted him with a curious smile.

"So, how did you like the new underwear, Alex?" she asked, trying to contain her curiosity about what had happened while he was in the changing room.

Alex grinned, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "I love them. They fit perfectly, and they're really comfortable. Thanks for your help, Lisa."

Lisa nodded, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You're welcome, Alex. It was a pleasure helping you."

As Alex made his way to the counter to make his purchase, he couldn't help but sneak a glance at Cindy, who was still browsing through the underwear on display. He felt a surge of confidence, knowing that she had been watching him earlier.

He approached her with a charming smile. "Hey, Cindy, what do you think of these?" he asked, holding up one of the pairs of underwear he had chosen.

Cindy looked up, caught off guard by Alex's sudden attention. Her cheeks flushed, and she stammered for a moment before replying. "Uh, they look great on you, Alex. Really nice."

Alex chuckled, feeling emboldened by Cindy's reaction. "Thanks, I thought you might like them. Would you like to grab a coffee or something sometime?" he asked, hoping he was reading her signals right.

Cindy's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly composed herself. "Sure, that sounds nice," she replied, her heart fluttering with excitement.

Alex grinned, feeling a sense of victory. "Great, it's a date then. I'll get your number before I leave," he said confidently, and Cindy nodded eagerly.

As Alex paid for his purchases and exchanged numbers with Cindy, he couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. Little did he know that his visit to the male underwear shop would lead to an unexpected encounter with Cindy, and the beginning of a new chapter in his life.

Chapter 2: Date

Sarah and Emily, Cindy's friends, were still buzzing with excitement as they chatted in the male underwear shop after Cindy and Alex left for their coffee date.

"I can't believe we saw Alex's penis through the two-way mirror in the changing room!" Sarah exclaimed, her eyes wide with excitement.

Emily giggled, her cheeks flushed. "I know, right? It was so unexpected and up close!"

Sarah nodded vigorously. "And did you see the size of it? It was impressive!"

Emily blushed, recalling the sight. "Oh, I definitely saw it. No wonder he's so popular at school."

Sarah smirked, her mind filled with mischievous thoughts. "Imagine if he knew we were watching him. He would have been so embarrassed!"

Emily laughed, her imagination running wild. "Or maybe he would have been even more confident, showing off for us."

Sarah giggled, her mind replaying the image of Alex's handsome face and well-endowed physique. "Cindy is so lucky. I wonder what they're talking about now."

Back at the coffee shop, Cindy and Alex were engrossed in their conversation, getting to know each other better. They laughed, shared stories, and found that they had a lot in common. Alex was drawn to Cindy's sweet nature and witty sense of humor, while Cindy was captivated by Alex's charm and confidence.

As Sarah and Emily continued to gossip and giggle about their unexpected discovery, they couldn't help but wonder what Cindy and Alex were up to. Little did they know that their friends were getting to know each other on a deeper level, completely unaware of the excitement they had caused back at the underwear shop.

The afternoon passed quickly, and soon Cindy and Alex said their goodbyes, promising to meet again soon. Cindy blushed as Alex gave her a charming smile and a gentle kiss on the cheek before parting ways. She couldn't wait to tell Sarah and Emily all about their date.

As Cindy and Alex left the coffee shop, Sarah and Emily greeted them with mischievous grins.

"Spill the beans, Cindy! How was your date with Alex?" Sarah demanded, unable to contain her curiosity.

Cindy blushed, trying to compose herself. "It was wonderful! Alex is so sweet and funny, and we had a great time getting to know each other."

Emily nudged her playfully. "And what about Alex's...uh, package? Was it as impressive as we saw in the changing room?"

Cindy blushed even deeper, remembering the glimpse of Alex's anatomy. "Well, yes, it was. But that's not all that matters, you guys!"

Sarah and Emily giggled, teasing their friend. "Oh, come on, Cindy! We know you're smitten with him."

Cindy rolled her eyes, but couldn't help but smile. "Okay, maybe a little. But there's more to him than just that!"

Sarah and Emily exchanged knowing glances, chuckling among themselves as they continued to tease Cindy about her budding romance with Alex.

And so, the day ended with Sarah and Emily still buzzing with excitement over their unexpected peek at Alex's anatomy, and Cindy blushing but also feeling grateful for the connection she had made with the handsome and popular guy from school.

Little did they know that their encounter at the male underwear shop would be just the beginning of a series of events that would change their lives in unexpected ways.

As Sarah and Emily continued to tease Cindy about her date with Alex, Cindy couldn't help but join in the laughter. She knew her friends were curious about how they had stumbled upon the two-way mirror in the male underwear shop's changing room.

"Okay, okay, I'll spill the beans!" Cindy said with a mischievous grin. "So, you won't believe what happened. Lisa, you know, the girl from our art class who's into interior design? Well, she told me about this secret spot in the shop where you can peek into the changing room without being noticed!"

Sarah and Emily's eyes widened in surprise. "No way!" Sarah exclaimed. "That's so sneaky, but also kind of brilliant!"

Emily giggled, her curiosity piqued. "How did Lisa even find out about it?"

Cindy shrugged, still grinning. "I have no idea, but she said she stumbled upon it by accident and couldn't resist sharing the secret with me. And of course, I had to bring you guys along to check it out!"

Sarah and Emily burst into giggles, realizing how fortunate they were to have Cindy as a friend with connections to secret spots in the underwear shop.

"So, you mean we have Lisa to thank for our little adventure today?" Sarah asked, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

Cindy nodded, still blushing a little. "Yep, thanks to Lisa, we had a front-row seat to the unexpected show."

Emily joined in the giggles, feeling a sense of excitement and naughtiness. "Well, it was definitely an interesting experience, that's for sure."

The three friends continued to giggle and share stories about their escapade in the male underwear shop, relishing in the thrill of their secret peeking adventure. They couldn't believe their luck and how they had stumbled upon such an unexpected and tantalizing discovery.

As they walked home together, Sarah, Emily, and Cindy couldn't stop giggling and replaying the events of the day in their minds. They were grateful for the excitement and laughter that their impromptu adventure had brought them.

Little did they know that Lisa, the mastermind behind the two-way mirror in the changing room, was secretly watching them from a distance, amused by their reactions. She had designed the hidden mirror as part of her art project on human perception and had never expected it to be discovered so soon.

As the day came to a close, Sarah, Emily, and Cindy exchanged knowing glances and giggled, feeling a sense of camaraderie and excitement over their shared secret. They couldn't wait to see what other adventures awaited them in the future, and what surprises Lisa might have in store for them.

Sarah and Emily couldn't resist teasing Cindy about her date with Alex, knowing how much she blushed at the mention of his name. Sarah wiggled her eyebrows mischievously and asked, "So, Cindy, did you get a chance to try and touch his crotch during your date?"

Cindy's face turned crimson as she stammered, "What? No! You guys are crazy!"

Emily giggled and nudged Sarah. "Oh, come on, Cindy, we're just kidding! But seriously, after seeing what we saw today, I bet you were tempted!"

Cindy tried to hide her embarrassment by playfully swatting at Sarah and Emily. "You two are incorrigible! I would never do that!"

Sarah and Emily burst into giggles, knowing they were getting a rise out of their friend. "Well, we can't blame you for being curious," Sarah said with a wink.

Emily chimed in, "Yeah, I mean, after seeing Alex in all his glory through that mirror, who wouldn't be intrigued?"

Cindy blushed even more, but couldn't help but join in the laughter. "Okay, okay, I admit it was quite a sight," she said, giggling along with her friends.

The three girls continued to giggle and imagine what it would be like if Alex were to get erect while changing in the male underwear shop's changing room. They exchanged playful banter and giggled about how surprised and embarrassed Alex would be if he ever found out they had seen him in such an intimate moment.

Sarah nudged Cindy and teased, "Hey, maybe you should tell Alex about our little adventure on your next date. See how he reacts!"

Cindy shook her head vigorously, blushing furiously. "No way! That's too embarrassing!"

Emily giggled, enjoying the playful banter. "Come on, Cindy, it would be hilarious to see his reaction!"

Cindy laughed along with her friends, but deep down, she knew she could never reveal their secret. It was a thrilling and naughty adventure they had shared, and she didn't want to spoil it by making things awkward with Alex.

As they walked home, the three girls continued to giggle and tease each other, their imaginations running wild with thoughts of Alex and his impressive "banana," as Sarah had jokingly referred to it. They couldn't believe their luck in stumbling upon such a scandalous secret, and they knew it was a memory they would treasure and giggle about for a long time to come.

NOW VOL.1 (Ch.01-10 now fully published on my Amazon kindle ; Written Museum) But i will post it here for free to enjoy first vol, hope you all enjoy this teen, fucking, sexual, humilation story! I will post next chapter below