inquiringmind: I live a little Hiroshima
everyday.
Reeling from the shocking indignities
hurled during your moments
of disoriented consciousness
kaleidescopic
fractured in the whole
with random pieces of brilliance
amidst
devastating loss and decay.

Inquiring mind

inquiringmind: He wants to reinvent himself
smooth down the rough spots
flatten the edges
pave over those country roads
that roll and turn on their way to sentences.
In control,
he pares away the fat
keeps the lean
a concentrated version.
Softness is a luxury
he can't afford.
He... is becoming city
reptilian and smooth
preparing for his climb
up the hill.
"Can't carry and baggage", he says.
"Radical surgery is called for..."
Pain is a necessary evil
He wants to reinvent himself
Smooth down the rough spots
flatten the edges.

Inquring mind

inquiringmind: Used to be that your voice could turn knees to jelly
Used to be that your eyes could speak tongues
used to be that your crooning could make biblical moves...  
Parting the seas...
Used to be...
CC rider
look what you done done
took my man
and left me in misery.

Inquiring mind

inquiringmind: There is
a
deep
down
itch
with
your name on it.
It
can't
abide
quietly
unnoticed
it
must
make itself known
it
is
hopeless
wasteful
nagging
blaring
and threatening
to make me
make a fool
out of myself.

Inquiring mind

inquiringmind: just beneath a very thin layer
resides
pure and adulterated danger.
It is warm, real and highly explosive.
It is not benign
yet not malignant
insidiously waiting to see
what if anything might develop.
It is a living entity
capable of causing great pain
and giving great pleasure
in the inflicting
as well as receiving
Exquisitely succulent
it begs a naughty squeeze
to test its juicy ripeness
but then
I was always trained
to keep my hands to myself
especially
in the produce section.

Inquiring mind

inquiringmind: THe mood is set
a zen darkness
a return to something primal
yet reassuringly familiar
I have returned
to the womb
to my cave
my beginnings
flesh to flesh
scented oils
creating a combustion
that lights the combustion
of my very soul.
and other more earthly places.
The flexing of muscle
the inhaling
and exhaling of breath
over ,under and around
the kneading
and pulling
the tough and tender
the soft and hard
the yin and yang
come together
in one final prayer
before release
the incense of desire
extinguished.

Inquiring mind

wvalady1968: You’ve been gone for four days. During the last three months, we’ve never gone 24 hours without making love, sometimes even beginning again only moments after we climax, then falling asleep and awakening to find that we’ve already begun yet again. I want you all the time, and you seem to feel the same. Four days is forever.

I take a long bath, then soften my skin and shave and trim the way I always have, the way you like, while I think about the challenge we gave ourselves: to see how aroused, without release, we could become by the time you returned. “Until we meet again”, or something equally corny, that we giggled at in the dark.

I get out of the tub and dry off, checking out the bright red of the new pedicure and manicure and smiling as I remember that you named the gaudy shade, “Knock Me Down and Fuck Me Red”. It matches the kimono you bought me the first time we went away together. I select a lace underwire bra and lacy thong in navy blue and place them on the bed.

Squirting a generous amount of baby lotion into my hands, I systematically spread it over my left leg, then the right, my arms, my hips, my stomach, neck, and shoulders. I finish by filling my palms with lotion and covering my breasts, massaging until most of the lotion has been absorbed. As I spread the last amount left on my face, I check myself in the mirror. No make up. Just the way you asked me to be.

I need to allow the lotion to dry, so I walk through the condo naked to the kitchen, amazed at how at home I feel after such a short period of time. The wine is chilling in the refrigerator, so I once again check the cold chicken and food I’ve stocked up for your return. I remove the plate of grapes and cheese and carry it back to the bedroom, wondering how late it will be before we think of food. And I smile to myself.

I return to the bedroom and dress, if you can call it that, and think of the exciting week, so filled with erotic experiences. I’m already wet, and my dark pink nipples are hard little buttons. I wonder if you like large nipples or small, the way mine are. I always assumed that small were best. Isn’t that just like me? If I asked you, I know what you’d say, but I wonder what the truth is.

I put my arms through the straps of the bra and reach around behind me to fasten the four hooks. “All the better to support you, My Dears”, I think and then shake my head at my silliness. I slip into the satin and lace thong, and adjust the straps high on my hips, wondering if you’ll remove them with your teeth. I put on the kimono and tie the fabric tie around my waist.

In the computer room, I log on and check back in with my special friend. I can’t believe he’s really single like he said he was. No one that hot could possibly be. Or else the women where he lives are idiots. Probably very shallow idiots. I laugh at the irony. My shallow idiocy led me into trouble. Some people have to learn the hard way. I always have to learn the hard way.

All thoughts, except one, are gone when I hear your key in the door and start running to you. You open the door, and a huge smile lights your eyes when you see me coming. In one fluid motion, you throw your bags to the floor, kick the door closed and catch me in the air. I wrap my legs around your waist and our hungry mouths finally meet, while your long strides carry us to the bedroom.

We devour each other’s mouths, lips, tongues, relishing in the heat and wet, angling our heads deeply first one way and then the other, opening our mouths as far as possible, breathing hard and groaning. I feel the muscles of my box contract and realize that you are hard against Her. I was busy kissing you, but She knows what She wants.

I struggle in your arms to get you to put me down, where I start undoing your belt. You struggle out of your shirt as I lower your zipper and pull your jeans and boxer briefs down over your hips. Your gorgeous cock springs free and bounces a bit, happy to see me again. Our smiling eyes meet to share His joy, and you pull me to you to say, “Baby, you smell so good. I really need a shower.”

“You smell like outdoors and man. Shower later.” I say as I push you back onto the bed. I remove your boots and socks and pull your clothes over your feet, while you lie there with your hands behind your head. My eyes feast on your wide chest, wonderfully decorated with swirling brown curls around your nipples and on your stomach. The huge grin that lights your dancing eyes tells me that you approve of my outfit and are thinking of all the possible ways we’re going to delight each other over the next few hours.

I climb along your body like a cat to close my mouth on yours, stopping to kiss and lick Him a bit on my way up the long expanse of hard, hairy man. Your thick, warm arms encircle me with heat and comfort. “Oh, Baby, I’m not going to last long. I’m going to come as soon as I put Him in you.”

I smile down at you and say, “Well, then. Let’s get that first one out of the way, eh?”

[Worth continuing?]

wvalady1968: You reach into the shower, turn on the water, and adjust the temperature until it’s just right. Then with a whoop, you pick me up and set me down inside the bathtub and follow me in, sliding the door closed. I reach for the shower gel and squirt some into my hand, “I get to go first.” I say with a wicked gleam in my eyes.

You raise your arms in mock surrender and I rub my hands together to foam the soap. I look down and find that you’re already hard again. I look at you questioningly and you say, “I’ve been this way all week thinking about you, Baby. It’s not going to go away easily.”

I wrap my sudsy hands around your cock, amazed at the hardness and size. “Have you grown some?” I ask seriously, but your head has fallen back and your eyes are closed. I stroke you gently with one hand, completely covering the length of your shaft, as I lift your ball sack and test the weight of it with my other hand. I gently knead your balls, which brings a low moan from your throat.

You open your eyes and give me a look that tells me things are going to get very interesting. Filling your hands with the shower gel, you pull me to you to reach behind me and start to slowly massage my butt. I can’t resist taking advantage of the situation, so I rub my nipples back and forth on your chest hair, which makes me moan as my nipples pucker and tighten almost painfully.

Your hands slide around to my sides and move up and down, feeling how I slope down to my waist only to flare out again with my hips. Suddenly, your arms slip around to my back and tighten around me, and you crush me to you in another hot, fully openmouthed kiss. “I can’t stand it any longer!” you say. “Let’s get out of here.”

I’m a little unsteady on my feet, so you hold my arm as we step from the tub and grab a couple of fluffy towels. We make a pretense of drying each other off as we walk back to the bed, but there’s a lot more feeling and a lot less drying being done. You pick me up and place me on the bed and follow me down. God, I love the smell of you and the way you feel in my arms.

Your mouth covers mine and I tug on your bottom lip with my teeth, then I suck it to apologize. Your tongue is suddenly almost completely in my mouth, hard and big, forcing my jaws to open wide. I open my eyes to look at you, but yours are tightly shut and your breathing is rapid. You angle your head to open our mouths even wider as you crush my mouth with yours. I can feel our teeth grinding together as I give myself over to the feeling of power that rushes me. “I do this to him.” I think, and allow my mind to glory in the thought.

I feel the long, hard hairy length of your body on top of me, and wrap one leg around your hip, straining to get Her closer to you; any part of you will do at this moment. You pull away and put your cheek against mind while you catch your breath. “Just a minute, Baby, I’ll take care of you. Are you ready?”

“You have no idea” I say and smile at the chuckle that rumbles up from your throat. Your hands are moving over my breasts, and you pause to look at them closely, seeming to watch the contrast of your tanned male hands against the soft, creamy globes as you tease the pink nipples to tighter buds. One hand slides down over my stomach and between my legs. You smile into my eyes when you discover how wet She is. You bring your hand up to your face and look at the wetness shining on your finger then you circle one nipple with that finger tip and drop your head to lick my taste from my breast.

Your mouth gets harder and hungrier, and you move from breast to breast, sucking and nipping greedily. You continue nipping and kissing as you trail kisses down my stomach. Placing your hands in the insides of my thighs, you gently spread my legs and lift my labia to expose the little nub trembling there. I feel your tongue and lips vibrating and rubbing, then sucking and nipping gently, and I thread my fingers through your hair to cradle your head. I can feel the muscles of my vagina contracting with the motion of your mouth, and reflex makes me arch my back.

My head is moving from side to side as spasms wrack my body, but you continue mercilessly. I feel the familiar coil winding tighter in my vagina. I know it’s coming. I wish this feeling would go on forever, almost as much as I wish it would come faster.

I feel myself slip over the edge as my world explodes and I go with the familiar spasmodic bucking of my hips. You're prepared for my climax and have clamped your hands hard on my thighs so you could stay and continue torturing me sweetly through the orgasm.

My body relaxes and my breathing slows while you rise to kiss me softly and deeply, with my taste still on your mouth. I smile lazily into your beloved face and trace your jaw with one finger. “Thank you.” I say sincerely.

“Oh, we’re not finished yet, Baby” you say and my heart starts to beat fast again at that promise.

wvalady1968: You shift around on the bed, pulling me to my knees so you can place one pillow behind me, and the other under my hips, then you push me gently back into place. Reaching across me, you open the drawer of the bedside table and retrieve the “Kentucky” Jelly. [Not so private joke] You spread my knees with your hands, and crawl between my legs, unscrewing the cap of the tube.

I look at your large cock, hard, jutting out perpendicular to your body and trembling with the agony of waiting. The veins are rigid around the wide shaft, and I catch my breath with a sudden stab of desire.

You squeeze some lube onto your fingers and rub some on the head of your cock; then you spread what remains onto the opening of my vagina with the same hand. You lean forward and place one hand by my shoulder to kiss me gently as you use the fingers of your other hand to gently stretch the opening, and the touch of your warm hand on the damp, air cooled labia makes my breath hitch. You continue stretching me slowly as you move down to lick and suck first one rigid nipple then the other.

“Think She’s ready, Baby?” you ask, and I nod my head in mute response. But I know you can read the doubt in my eyes.

I open my knees wider as you close in and watch, fascinated, as you position the head of your cock at the wet opening. Slowly, oh, so slowly, you push him in a few inches before reversing direction to pull him out and spread our juices evenly along His length. He feels SO good and my head falls back with a moan. You continue stroking into and out of me. The sensation of being stretched and filled fully is incredible, until I suddenly flinch with pain. You stop immediately and wait while the muscles of my vagina adjust with spasms that clamp down on your cock and pull you a little further in an attempt to reconcile the intruder.

You begin stroking again and I focus on the rubbing sensation,
in,
and out,
in,
and out.

With both thumbs, you lift my labia so your cock will rub my clit with each movement. I feel that familiar warmth building inside me and welcome the relaxing of my vaginal wall that comes with it. I can tell that each thrust is going a little deeper into the accommodating tunnel. Your groan tells me that you can feel it, too, and you grab my hips to begin to move faster. The room is filled with the sound of our harsh breathing and periodic groaning.

“Nothing. Nothing in the world feels this good.” I think as I send a prayer of thanks heavenward.

Your breathing is ragged and you say, “Baby, I’m not going to last long. Want me to get behind you?”

I murmur my assent, so you pull out and put more lube onto both of us. I get on my knees and spread my legs, pulling a pillow to my chest to rest on, while you crawl between my calves. I feel you place your hands on my hips as I reach between my legs to guide you to the opening. You enter me slowly and smoothly, filling me, stretching me again, and I raise my calves to place them over yours. My legs clutch you tightly as a deep moan of pleasure erupts from my chest. I hear your groan of approval as you begin moving.

With each inward thrust, your cock head is hitting that magic place. The feeling is so vivid and sharp that I instinctively want to move away, but the pleasure that’s slowly building stops me. Pleasure and pain build together, twisting in my gut, and I hear my screams, objectively, in an out of body sort of way. I can no longer actively participate; my legs are locked on you and my body is rigid as I ride out the internal storm, begging you to go harder.

My whole concentration is on the sensation that I’m being split in half in sweet agony. If this is death, I’ll gladly die. The pleasure/pain continues to skyrocket until I’m launched out into open space along with fireworks around me. My body contorts and twists in response to the almost violent contractions of my vagina. As though from far away, I hear you shout my name and feel you also buck and groan deep in your throat.

I am weightless and my bones are jelly. As our breathing slowly returns to normal, you pull out of me and I whimper at the loss. With a throaty laugh, you turn the sheets back and lift me in between the covers. You climb in behind me, pulling my back to the front of your luscious, furry body. My last conscious thought before drifting off is about how good your warm hand feels cupped around my breast.

mm5166: Please, if you have this many poems to post, include all of them in one post. Just separate them with lines and Title each of them.

I'm kindly asking a mod to merge the topics he made (no offense to inquiring, but a full board page of little poems is a bit excessive).

Thanks.

junk792: The Island

by Junk792


I finally own it, my own little piece of paradise. A small summer home on a tiny private island in the middle of a large freshwater reservoir. None of the trappings of civilization: no TV, no internet, and no bridge to get there. Perfect isolation and solitude. I own the whole island, so I can do what I want!

The house is very basic, but comfortable. I often lounge around enjoying the quiet - a nice change from the hustle and bustle of the city. The weather is nice, no bugs this time of year so I usually walk around completely nude. I never thought of myself as a nudist before, but the wind on my naked body just feels so good. Now I hardly ever wear clothes inside the house, outside it depends on the weather.

Plus, thanks to the privacy I've been able to use my penis pump as much as I want. I was never small - before I started using the pump I was 9"x5.5" erect, and 6" long soft. But, like most guys, I wanted more, especially more thickness. Today I am 10.5"x6.5" even after several days without using the pump. Inside the tube I can reach 11.5"x7"!

Walking around with my big meat dangling freely between my legs just feels so great! I like to sit on a lawn chair on the small beach in front of the house. The sandy part is only a few feet deep by a few yards long, so I lay on the large flat rocks near it, completely nude of course.

The shore of the lake have many summer homes but I'm far away enough that no one can see me from there. So I just sit and read a book, occasionally dozing off in the afternoon.

Once, still half-asleep, I heard some giggling and talking coming from the water. I opened an eye slightly and saw two women in a canoe not far from the beach. They were obviously just canoeing around on the lake when they saw me. I couldn't quite hear what they were saying but heard bits like "is that his island?" and "it looks really big!". My cock was lying on my stomach, soft but warmed by the sun. I had recently pumped so it was something like 8 inches long, and maybe 6 inches thick. From their angle they had a perfect view of it.

Finally I sat up, looked at the girls, waved and said "Hi!". "Hello!" they responded, their face reddenning. "I thought you were asleep!" said the first one, a tall, exotic-looking woman with very long straight black hair.

I stood up and walked a little closer. They gave each other knowing glances, obviously checking out my package. I tried to act casual. "Nice weather for canoeing, huh?". The second one, a shorter girl with shoulder-length blonde hair, asked "Is this your beach?". I answered "Yeah, actually I own the island.". "Can we stop here to stretch out our legs?" to which I said "Sure! I'll help you pull up the canoe".

I waded into the water towards them and started pulling. I made sure to pull backwards, giving them a nice view of my cock. They were obviously taking quick glances at it when they thought I wasn't looking. In one fell swoop I dragged the canoe far enough onto the beach for them to step out without getting wet.

As they stepped out and took off their life jackets I saw just how beautiful they were. Both had very tight, fit bodies like those of athletes. They were wearing extremely short shorts, showing off their beautiful smooth thighs. The blonde had nice, big breasts that seemed disproportionately large on her petite frame.

-My name's Rick, by the way!
-I'm Elaine, said the tall, dark-haired girl.
-Hi, I'm Chantale, said the blonde.

We chatted for a little while about the lake and my house. Turns out Chantale had a little place on the southern shore of the reservoir; she and her friend Elaine would often paddle around the lake. Eventually the conversation turned to my nakedness (I was surprised they hadn't asked earlier):

-So... are you a nudist?
-Well, not really. It's not like I hang out at nudist colonies or anything, it's just that since it's so private here I thought I could try it.
-Sure, I understand that, said Chantale. If it weren't for my nosy neighbors I probably would sunbathe nude on my beach.

Elaine turned to Chantale and whispered in her ear for a few seconds. She then turned and said, while she was pulling up her T-shirt, revealing her beautiful, perky tits:

-Do you mind if we go for a swim?

I stammered a "No problem", a little surprised at her boldness. Chantale took off her top as well, giving me a nice eyeful of those big, bouncy breasts. After taking off their short shorts and throwing them onto a nearby rock they both jumped into the water. I was about to get a major hard-on so I quickly followed them to hide it.

We swam around for a while, playing in the water. We got to talking some more, and Chantale asked:

-So, how big is it?
-What is?
-You know, your penis! said Elaine.
-Oh! (I acted a little shy) Well you saw it earlier, right?
-I mean how big is it hard?
-Well, huh... I'm not sure. (I actually did know.)

We were wading in pretty shallow water and Chantale asked me to stand up. I walked a little closer to the shore - I had water up to the tip of my soft cock. The cool water had shrunk it a little, must've been around 7 inches. Chantale and Elaine stayed in the water, her heads at the same height as my dick.

-Wow, it really is big. It's soft but its bigger than my ex-boyfriend's cock when he's hard!
-Can I touch it, asked Elaine?
-Well, sure!

Elaine hesitantly reached for my member. The sun and excitement of two girls oohing over my cock made it grow - it throbbed slightly when Elaine touched it. She weighed it heavily in one hand, and then two as it grew from 7 inches to 8, 9, then 10 inches. "Let me try!" interjected Chantale. She took my cock from her and started stroking it slightly. Pretty soon it was up to 11 inches long and 7 inches thick.

-Oh my god! That's the biggest cock I've ever seen! said Elaine.
-Do you remember Micheal? I though he was huge and he must be two inches shorter than Rick!

They both lovingly caressed and stroked my now rock-hard penis. They played with it a lot, putting one hand along its length, then two, then three. I walked backwards a little to lean against a nearby rock.

Chantale was the first to lick the tip of the head, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. She started sucking on the cockhead, but she had trouble getting more than an inch of shaft inside her mouth. "It's so thick!" she mumbled, her mouth still on my cock.

As Chantale was working on the cock head Elaine was licking the shaft and sucking on my big balls (which are about the size of a medium apple). "Let me try!" said Elaine. Chantale dropped my cock out of her mouth, boinking Elaine in the face. Chantale moved up my abs, licking and kissing my body, pressing her big tits against my chest.

Elaine had a wide mouth made for sucking cock. She expertly gobbled up my glans, rolling her tongue around in delightful circles. She managed to get about 7 inches of cock down her throat before it was too much for her. She kept on jacking my exposed cock as she sucked on the head.

Meanwhile I had my face buried in Chantale's ample cleavage, enjoying immensely the bouncy mass of boobs around my head. Elaine was a master blowjob giver, and I was about to explode. I started breathing harder and grunting. "I'm gonna cum!" I cried.

Elaine withdrew the cock from her throat and started jacking me furiously with both hands. Chantale kneeled next to her just as I started cumming. I sent 12 long spurts of cum all over their faces, mostly on Elaine but some on Chantale, who started licking her lips.

-That was fantastic! I said.
-You've got a great cock, said Elaine. I could suck it all day!

The girls washed off the cum by diving back into the water, while I recovered on a rock. Soon they came back to me. Chantale held my softening cock in her hand and said:

-You didn't think we were done yet, did you?


to be continued if I get some feedback

It was early one morning about 2 years ago. At about 8:00 A.M. I was awaken by a phone call.
"Is this geo8x6?"
"Yes, are you responding to my ad?"
"Yes, I am in Stockton, is that too far?"
"I have the day off, I think I can make it, what do you have in mind?"
"I have a girl who want's to get gang banged."
"How many guys do you have lined up now?"
I have one other guy and another one coming from Sac later."
"Ok, let me know where you are and I will be there around 10"
"Cool, I will let her know."
He gave me his number and directions to the motel they were staying at. I packed my bag of sex toys and gassed up my car. The 1 1/2 hour drive when fast and i was there early.. I called and they said it was okay to come over.
I got there and knocked on the door. The door opened and the guy who answered it looked like a cowboy. Had on the hat and everything. He shook my hand and told me his name.
"John, and this is Carol."
"Hi."
Carol stood about 4"11" and she was about 40 years old. Her body wasn't that bad, a little extra weight, but well proportioned. Her breast were a small b-cup and her hair was reddish brown. She was wearing a robe that covered very little. She went into the bathroom and I went over to a chair. As i sat, I saw another guy sitting in the other corner.
"Oh, that is Norm."
"Hey"
Norm was tall and very thin. Not too much to look at, but it wasn't up to me.
"Norm just got here about 20 minutes ago."
"So, what do you guys want to do?"
Well, Norm wants to get fucked.. Are you into that?"
"I can, but I thought we were her for a gang bang?"
"Yes, but she needs a little rest, she had two guys fuck her last night. She will be ready in a little while."
"Ok, so what do you want to do first?"
At this point, Norm just started to take his clothes off and climbed on the bed. He got doggy style and just waited for me to fuck him. This was strange, but I fopund out later that he had played with them before and this is how they start the fun.
"Ok, are you going to fuck him too?"
"I will later...I want to watch you do it first."
I took my clothes off and put them in the corner. I put on a condom and brought out some lube. I got behind him and noticed that I didn't need lube. His ass was gaping open. I put my cock at his hole and I slide right in. I saw Carol come out of the bathroom and sit on the chair right behind us. She had a great view of me fucking that loose hole. John had a camera in his hand.
"Can I take a few pics?"
"Just none of my face"
"I just want close-ups of your big fat cock in him"
"Okay"
I continued fucking Norm. It wasn't too much fun, but I saw that Carol had her robe open and she was playing with herself. I saw he nude body. It was nice. I couldn't wait to get a chance to fuck that. I fucked for about 10 minutes and then moved to the side. John was taking pictures of Norm's open asshole. His ass looked like you could drive a truck up it.
"Will you fist me?"
"Ok, let me get some gloves."
I put on a latex glove and pushed my hand up his ass. I started to fist him and he was getting into it. I went deep, up to almost my elbow. I have fisted a few guys before, but I never had a guy take my hand that deep. Carol had her first orgasm watching me fist Norm. She was getting off on the kink. I noticed that Norn had cum too. I was still hard as a rock, but couldn't get into fucking Norm. I pulled out my hand and John took a few more pics.
"WOW!, I never came so hard."
Then Norm got up and started to get dressed.
"I have to go, thanks for the fuck"
I was just sitting there and unsure of what just happened. Was this really happening? I fist a guy and he just gets up and leaves.
"Bye!, see you guys later."
"K..Have fun"
"Bye Carol, maybe next time, K?"
"Okay"
I went to the bathroom to clean up and when I came out Carol was nude on the bed and ready for me. John was nude also, but he wasn't hard. He kept taking pictures and moving around the bed. I put on another condom and climbed between her legs. Her pussy was shaved bald and she was very, very wet. I looked up at her and smiled. She smiled back and I felt something there. It wasn't just lust in her eyes, it was longing. She needed me. She wanted me. It wasn't just a sexual need. I when to kiss her pussy, but stopped just before I did.
"Do you want me?"
"Yes."
"Tell me"
"I want you bad, I want you real bad!"
I kissed her inner thigh, a long lingering kiss. She let out a deep moan. I heard the click of a camera behind me. John was still taking pictures.
PART TWO TO FOLLOW

huge_cock_have_pic: I usually go work out in the afternoon, but it's been busy at the office and tonight was no different. I didn't get out until 8:15 in the evening. Still I didn't want that to stop my routine so I hit the gym late this time.

The workout was good. I concentrated on my legs and back but it was hard to concentrate. My girlfriend was back from her business trip and I "needed" to see her. She'd been away for two weeks in Europe and I really missed her. Tonight was going to be very special.

Usually I would have just gone home after my workout. I don't mind showing my package in the locker room. Too be honest I'm just lazy and would rather go home a sweaty mess than take the time to shower. But Jen is particular about coming home sweaty. I didn't want anything to come between us. Tonight everything was going to be perfect.

By the time I finished working out, it was 9:30. Only a half hour before the gym closed, so I stripped quick and made a b-line for the shower room. The place is non descript. Individual shower stalls with a changing stall but no curtains.

When I got in, I was already half hard, just from thinking about Jen. Usually I hang around 8" soft. Tonight I had to be swinging at around 9.5 or 10. Lathering up didn't help matters. It didn't take more than two or three minutes before my cock hard as a rock. For me that means, more than 12.5" long and about 8" around.

Two things I didn't want tonight: 1) was to get caught with a hard on in the locker room. 2) was to come home with a hard on. I wanted things to be more than just the sex tonight. I figured no one was around so I would stroke off and in the process of getting rid of my hard on, I could ease some of the tension.

Within seconds I was two fisting, thinking of what it would be like tonight with Jen, and to be quite honest, mixing in a fantasy or two of a threesome with one of Jen's hot friends. The problem was I was so into it, I didn't realize it when two guys came into the stalls across from mine.

Nicky: Now then world... Let me tell you a tale, about someting close to your... hearts... About an experience of mine; me and two ladies. Jane and Sam.

Jane was my girl, and Sam her best mate. Both beauties, and they knew it... always a laugh, great to be around, but teases - they knew how to wrap men, including me, around their little fingers.

Like this one occasion, Jane and Sam were joking about threesomes, just being silly, and playing me up. They were pretending to snog but not actually doing it, and touching each other at the tops of their legs. Then Sam says, "He'd never manage the two of us, never in one one go, his dick couldn't cope. There's no way. However good a lay you say he is" And Jane, she contradicted her. "Actually, his cock could snap us in half. You don't know what you're talking about." And she says, "Maybe I should find out". And she walked over to me, and started to stroke my dick through my jeans. I got a shock, tried to laugh it off, but it wasn't three 3 seconds before there was one almighty bulge protruding from the front of my trousers. Obviously, Sam was impressed and with ten fat inches to my name, it aint tough to figure out why. "Yeh, I reckon he could show us the time of our lives" Sam said and went back over to Jane, grabbed her round the back of her neck and pulled her toward her for a really deep tonguing frenchie. Jane is such a babe. Real slim, and leggy with long blonde hair. She's got the most incredible breasts; really sexy boobs. Sam put her hand up Jane's top and started feeling those tits really firmly. I mean, she mauled this girl's breasts! She's getting really arounsed, she's grunting and looking over her shoulder at me the whole time 4 encouragement. And I'm standing their, hardon poking out of my zipper licking my lips. She grabs Jane's hand and forces it down between her legs up her skirt. It's real warm down there and I can see she's moist, through her knickers. She slips in her finger in the side of her panties, and slips it into Jane's cunny. Jane purrs. She opens her legs further to allow Sam more movement, but it's not enough. She puts her one leg up on a table, and shouts at her to finger fuck her. So she puts another finger up there, and really frigs her hard. She's really howling and close to cumming and so am I, 'cause I'm wanking my cock good. All the noise from Jane and Sam have really turned me on. I come up to them, and slap their legs with my cock. Sam cums, but Jane stil needs finishing off; so I pick her up and put her onto the table she's half standing on, spread her legs, and pull off my jeans to let my dick out; then I stuff it into her in one go, and she's so wet she takes it whole. The instant I whack it in there, she cums, but I'm not ready to cum yet. So I keep fucking her, controlled, hard and deep, long pumps, pulling out, and hammering it back in. Then Sam comes up behind me and starts stroking my ass hole, giving me extra enegry and power. I fuck Jane with rhythmic deep fucks until her whole body judders into a massive climax. And then I come too...

mm5166: Ok. My first ever erotic story. Please keep in mind english is NOT my first language, so they may be a lot of errors. This story is a fantasy one, wich means extraordinary stuff can happen. The way it'll work, each time somebody ask for more after a part, I'll add another one, and you'll see what happen

So here it is, first part.

-edit-
part 2 posted.

Thumper_10x7_CA: Wow, there are some great storytellers here! Reading these rather then having to turn pages with one hand is so much nicer too, don't you think?

I have a request for all you who write and post your stories. Could you reference in the subject line if the story is Gay, Str8, or Bi? Being gay, I end up opening each post and scanning the text to see if it's gay or not. The searching can kill a hard on sometimes.

Thanks everyone! And thanks for helping Keep It Up!

[Please note: This isn't fictional.]

I furiously pounded away at my erection thinking little more than the pressing need for sleep. My dick and I have a good arrangement: I give him regular attention and he gives me peace. I can't sleep with an aching boner digging into the plush softness of my velour blanket, and no matter which way I turn, the tent will produce an uncomfortable friction no matter how few layers separate me from my slumber bed.

Perusing through online pornography, I gripped my cock tightly and began that almost mechanical assent into the "red zone." Think of your odometers. Tensing and tightening my wrist, my thumb and fingers locking, my palm kneading the fleshy root of my erection. But at this point -- who do I kidd -- I see little more than the goal, a decent cumshot, a quick wipe-up and a dive into the sheets.

But when my abs tightened and my shoulders curled forward, my eyes sank heavily and my mouth slowly opened into its half-shuddered, three-quarters grunt. Breath becoming strong and fierce through the nose. I expected a spray, I guess. If I looked down once before, I would see the coming flood; sometimes it would gush out the meatus and cascade down the veined, smooth, greasy surface on my cock. Other times, it would spurt up a bit... a surprise contraction. Abs. Sometimes the chest became an unforeseen target. And sometimes I would give myself the reaffirmative appraisal, glad that I had had a sufficient load.

But I closed my eyes and felt the stinging hot mass assault my stubbled left check, the side of my nose, searing and streaking my chest, my abs. Mouth agape, some cum landed on or about the corner of my lip and... ah, the intensity! I slowly rolled my tongue across my upper lip to sweep the cream off and into my awaiting mouth. Shocked. Cum became a flavour. It tasted warm and thick... stout like a porridge, strong like a sliced citrus, sweet like honeysuckle essence.

I looked down and over my slowly relaxing body, surveying the damages. But it wasn't enough. I ran into the bathroom, grabbing the towel off the door. But before I could bring the cotton over my body, I looked straight ahead in the mirror. I was covered in the tapestry of my own masculine aura, bathed halfway in thick, succulent testosterone made creamy emission.

My muscles relaxed and rolled downward, breathing slowed... my focus came back... the beast, now dormant, curled down toward my right leg, leaving a sticky clear trail from my ballsac to my thigh.

I shot myself a reassuring grin, gently rubbing my stomach, my soft dick gingerly stroked with my thumb and palm ridge, whispering to myself that this had been quite a remarkable orgasm.

It was the full moon, the tide of the planets, and the Scorpio on high... a veritable circus of sexual energy... and oh what a rush it was!

Okay, dudes (and ladies if you're into it). I need to share this triumph with you.

Now I know I've spent some time here talking about some late-night masturbatory sessions. It helps me get in touch with my emotions and feelings, and it's such an exhiliration that it needs to be put out there, I think. LPSG seems more appropriate a place than any.

Here is the current status check.

I put on my glasses earlier this evening and right now I can still see where I splattered on my left lens. I didn't think I had my mouth open, but I can still taste my load on my lips. It's particularly strong and rather salty, which makes me think I should change up my diet. There are a couple of spots along the right side of my lip and the right side of my mustache line where it feels simultaneously sticky, dry, and irritating -- no kidding, it does burn!

What didn't hit me head on landed in my hair. I have had my hair pulled back all day -- too busy to mess with it -- and if I look up, I can see some goo on my bangs. I looked in the mirror; there's more on the crown of my head.

And I'm assuming the rest shot behind me. I don't know where. I didn't hit the books sitting on my mini-desk, thank goodness. My shoulder got some of it.

Ladies and gentlemen, I have had quite a few loads in my time, but this has to be one of the best to kick off 2004. As I approached orgasm, I felt the familiar shudder and the warmth spreading over me. I'm really conscious of my breathing. I was getting into it. I was wanting to shoot my load. I wanted to jizz and then wipe up and get to bed. I didn't mind aiming upward at my body.

I figured I would shoot on my chest and abs, but no, I was wrong. How often do you think you get a bird's eye view of a cumshot? I suppose I aimed it right for my face because my whole field of vision was assaulted by this white cream fuckin' storm. The jizz seemed to propel from every direction; a great wave of juice washed over me, high-speed, stunning me like an electric jolt. It's like being splashed with frigid water.

'Cept this water was thicker... warmer... saltier. It burst with high intensity, elicited a guttural "oh yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" from my mouth as, again, I became acquainted with the taste of my own making. But I was shocked, too. Mouth agape, I surveyed the damage.

I nearly took my face off with the force of that load! And MAN, do I feel terrific!!!

Disclaimer: The following story is true. The characters are all over 18. If you are not over 18, please go over to Disney. If you are reading from a public terminal, the sysadmin is right behind you!

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The gentle moonlight beamed through the window onto my belly. My roommate was out at some club. He should be gone for several hours, I thought. Plenty of time for me to play... It's very difficult to get in good jackoff time when you share a room; the same's true of all sex, of course. I lit a candle for ambience; this would be something I'd get used to.

I looked down on my nearly-six-and-a-half-foot form. I admitted I was hot: A tall, wiry frame with some muscle, not Charles Atlas, but not a ninety-eight-pound weakling either. My nipples are large, deep brown disks, still in proportion to the rest of me. My cock was about seven inches soft, completely sheathed in its copper skin, the hair around it being the only hair on my body other than on my head. And it's on my head where most of my physical imperfections are: My ears and nose are a bit too big, and I've always thought my face was a bit feminine. I kept my hair long, but I did use a lot of masculine hairstyles. None of that tonight, I thought, undoing a ponytail I'd worn today.

I started to massage my chest. Tweaked my nipples. My dick was growing under this pleasure. The beast awakens.

Slowly, my hands moved down my stomach. When I got to my growing cock, I moved my right hand farther down to my balls. I put my left index finger under the hood, and started making little arcs there. I shuddered at the feeling. Soon, my cock was at its full ten-and-a-half-inch glory, its deep red knob out for all (or rather, one and anyone with a telescope) to see.

I started stroking, slowly moving the skin back and forth on my cock. I paused, touching the soft, sensuous head. I thought about if I wanted to go to Nantucket today, but decided against it. The head wept its normal bit of precum. I started stroking again, this time with my right hand focusing on the shaft while my left hand played with the head and foreskin.

In a few minutes, I started bucking wildly and moaning. I decided it was time to bring this show to an end and put both my hands together, forming a long twat to finish me off. I started moaning, slowly rising to a crescendo.

"AAAAAAHHH!" I screamed. A spurt shot up almost to the ceiling, then landed in my hair. Another one launched up, landing on my nose. Still a third landed right in my mouth. I took in the salty, tangy taste, the fluid which had been a part of me, and was now a part of me again. A fourth blast landed on my chest. A fifth shot landed on my abs, pooling in my navel.

But I wasn't done yet. As soon as that fifth blast finished off, I was starting to get a build up of feeling in my cock and balls yet again. This one wasn't as intense, but it landed on my neck. One final gob came out, landing once again on my abs. Then some final cum oozed out, covering my cock, my balls, and my pubes.

Here I was, laying in my own joy. And yet I still wanted more, so I kept stroking. All that came forth from then on, just oozed out. So I started to clean up. I licked up as much juice as I could, then hopped in the shower for the rest.

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~*taking a deep breath*~

As I like (no, make that love...) writing I might as well provide a small contribution to this forum too. Haven't published anything before - comments appreciated, but be gentle, 'k...

/Val


The meeting is almost finished and I know that he has been studying me the whole meeting through. It's not the first time we meet - he knows who I am, likewise I know who he is - knew it long before our first meeting. He initiated that first meeting, inviting me into his room to learn who I am, what I do and what my thoughts are. He's got the same piercing eyes today as then - studying, waiting, seemingly knowing exactly what he wants.

For a short moment I meet the dark eyes. My own eyes turn away almost instantly to keep my feelings to myself. A smile is playing at the corners of his mouth, as if he knows what is happening inside me. I can feel my stomach contract out of pure lust, a thread connecting everything in my lower body, a thread he is pulling at his leisure.

He carries himself with the ease, security and arrogance that power brings. Impeccably dressed in white shirt, tie, dark suit - despite the lingering heat of late September. I can see a hint of sweat shining on his forehead, the moisture creating small unruly curls in his hair. He has to be hot, as hot as I am. I remove my jacket and place it on the back of my chair, push the chair back and put the notepad in my lap. Trying hard to concentrate on what is said.

It's more a feeling than actually seeing it - his eyes tracing a line from the shoes to the hem of my skirt lying across my thighs. I move slightly in an attempt to get it closer to my knees and cover up a bit. Seeing his almost imperceptible shake of the head I stop instantly. My cheeks are glowing. I breathe out a short puff of air over the nose and forehead to cool off. It doesn't help, the heat wave spreads throughout the body, centering on a hot ball in my stomach. I cross my legs in a vain attempt to stop what is happening.

I grip the edge of the notepad as the ball explodes, spreading its warmth throughout my body. The knuckles whiten in the same rhythm as the contractions taking hold of me. Pearls of sweat gather at the nape of the neck and I bite my lower lip to keep quiet. I carefully let out a breath as the feeling subside. My nipples are erect, longing to be released from their confining clothes. The wetness pools between my legs. I realize that he has seen, that he has understood and I can imagine his smile inside. He knows exactly how he affects me.

Everyone in the room is gathering their papers, rising and heading for the door. My legs feel shaky as I stand up, collect my things and put the jacket around my shoulders. The others block the doorway and I come to a stand still behind them. The air coming from outside the room is cooler and I greedily lap it up, feeling the pulse return to near normal.

I can feel the heat from his body closing in on mine. Too close to be a coincidence or a purely professional distance. His scent is heavy, masculine, intoxicating. I try to move forward but am stopped by his hand on my elbow. The touch is almost electric, spreading throughout the body.

"Ma petite..."

I can feel his breath right next to my ear. His voice is low and smooth; no one can hear him but myself. Somewhere there is an undertone I'm not able to pinpoint. Demanding? Appreciating? Wanting? The hairs at the back of my neck rise - hungry, afraid, willing, a bit ashamed, ready. The heart picks up pace again. I can feel his body lightly touching mine when he moves forward. The heat lingers in my skin, almost burning.

"On y va."

I turn around and see his back moving away from me in the corridor. I follow him as in a trance. Don't know what I have started, cannot clearly imagine what will happen but know that I need to find out. I see him and his secretary at the far end of the corridor and reach them just in time to catch the last words.

"...pourrais-tu commander un taxi?"

Our eyes meet and I see the unspoken demand to come with him, know that I have to follow, can't do anything but follow. The body has taken on a life of its own, separated from free will and reasoning. The heels of my shoes feel thin and unsteady as I try to keep the pace behind him.

The taxi is already waiting at the main gate. A few quick steps and he's holding the door open. With a motion of his hand he shows me to the backseat. His eyes track the movement of my hand as I try to keep the hem down as I step into the taxi. That same almost imperceptible head shake as before. I remove the hand, blushing and feeling something stirring between my legs.

The door closes with a muffled thud. A couple of seconds later he is at my side. I keep my eyes planted at the seat in front of me, knowing that if I look him in the eyes again I will loose what small part of self-control I still have. I feel his hand under my cheek, lifting it so have no choice but to look straight into his eyes. The fire burning behind them is almost hypnotizing.

"Understand this - one day you will belong to me, body and soul. You can try to hide your true nature, like you did earlier today and like you are doing now. Don't! Let it out, let me guide you, let me take you to where you have never been before."

The change to English surprises me. His words even more so. His voice is calm, almost soft but the tone leaves no doubt as to the seriousness behind. My nipples stiffen again, pushing against the clothes. A jolt of electricity spreads from my stomach out through the body. With a quick glance at him I move closer, letting my fingers caress his neck, feeling the coarse curls underneath my fingers and the moist heat under his collar.

I watch him close his eyes, accept the touch and relax for the first time since leaving the meeting. I can hear his breath quicken and his erection is showing through the dark pants. His hand cups my breast, caresses my stomach and disappears under my skirt. His fingers find the hot sticky wetness between my legs, two fingers sliding carefully inside, his thumb massaging me.

I give in to the feeling and let his hands guide me forward. My face twists together as yet another orgasm rolls through my body, moaning low into the hand over my mouth silencing me. I manage to catch the eyes of the driver for a split second - his gaze is embarrassed and curious at the same time. The impact of the scene hits me full force - he is well known - and I'm his subordinate.

"Arrêtez, s'il vous plait."

The building is non-descript with an exterior in need of renovation. I can hear his keys and the click as the door unlocks. His hand offers me to enter. The door clicks shut behind us. I can feel the warmth of his body stepping up behind me, his hands folding away the hair, his lips on my neck and his body pressing into mine. His erection is hard and hot against the small of my back.

I hear his belt buckle unfasten, the zipper pulled down and his trousers falling to the floor. His hands lift my skirt and remove my underwear. I try to turn but am nailed to the wall by his body. My hands held up above my head by one of his. I can feel the heat, the hardness of his naked erection gliding across my buttocks.

He pushes into me with one swift move. The size takes my breath away - he is by far the largest man I have ever had inside me. A growling sound is all I am able to produce - more like an animal than a human. I can feel him move back and forth, the slight movement in itself is enough to take me to the brink of another orgasm. He notices, stops, pulls out and teases me. I buck my hips toward him, want to have more, need to have more.

"Please, don't stop..."

My voice breaks before I'm able to finish the sentence. I feel him slide all the way in again, staying inside me. His hands grab hold of my hair, pulling my head back against him as he thrusts into me with long strokes. He stops again.

"Did I say you could take down your hands?"

The steely tone in his voice makes my heart flutter. I quickly raise my hands above the head again, in the same position he put them.

"Well done ma petite, you are a fast learner."

I can feel his hands bending my head to one side, his teeth lightly biting my exposed neck. A picture appears in my head - an animal with eyes wide open just before being killed by a predator. An instant flash of fear brings me even closer. I can hear his chuckle right beside my ear.

"This turns you on my darling, doesn't it? And since you're such a good girl I'll make you happy - this time..."
"Please... More... I need more... Please..."

I can barely recognize my own voice in the hoarse whisper coming out of my mouth. I can feel his every movement throughout my body, his hardness, his size, the heavy pressure created by every single inch of him inside me. The orgasm starts low in my belly, builds to a flood wave rolling throughout my body. I can feel him drive into me with one last thrust, stiffening as he comes deep inside me. He pulls out, still semi-hard against my buttocks and leans the weight of his body into mine. His voice fills my head.

"This is only the beginning of our time together, ma petite. You're mine and you know it in your heart. You've known it since the first time I laid eyes on you haven't you?"

sudas: Prologue
Over the past few weeks, some people have asked me if I have any pedo (i.e. child) sex stories. I don't, because adult-child sex is invariably an abusive situation. The comment did get me thinking about a project I could do; the result is the story below. Some people believe that a wife dressing like a cheerleader is gross. In any case, no one was harmed by my fantasy.

Chapter 1
I was asked to buy a birthday gift months in advance for a little girl cousin.  She wanted a My Size Barbie® doll.  This is a 3' doll, that comes with a dress that a little girl can wear.  I bought it, wrapped it and put it in my attic, to store it. The girl's parents had decided to have a welcome-home party if she got out of the hospital before her birthday. Unfortunately, the weeks went by and she didn't get better.  She passed away from cancer without coming home or celebrating her birthday. The present remained in my attic forgotten until this month.

Chapter 2
I had a girlfriend who was nice, but her best friend, Diane, was freaky. She would say weird things or personal comments about our relationship activities. I warned my girlfriend not to talk about our sex life to her. I said half seriously that either she'd want to bed me, or convert her to lesbianism. She didn't answer, but looked at me funny. Our sex wasn't as frequent as I wanted (hey, I was young). She hardly wanted to make love once a day or every two days, while I could go first thing in the morning as well as at night.

She didn't take my advice about Diane. Her friend somehow got her to give me a blowup sex doll as a joke. Diane made a nasty comment, like now I could let my girlfriend get some sleep at night. I wasn't happy with it, but I didn't throw it away. Perhaps I thought I could retaliate. Had I thought about it at the time, I'd have given it back to her with it wearing a strap-on dildo. But it might have backfired; maybe she'd have liked that.

I was alone one day, after not having sex or masturbating for maybe a week. I decided to try out the doll for kicks. After inflating it, it looked hideous with that gaping mouth. I thought about getting a paper bag, but the wig was the only pleasant thing about it. I did the deed is all I can say. Over the next couple of weeks I tried it again, a couple of times. She didn't catch me with it, but figured I'd been using it. Well, she broke up with me not too much longer after that, but I don't think the blowup doll was the reason. I didn't hear the details, but she went to stay with Diane!

Chapter 3
Recently, I remembered the Barbie® doll and decided to get both it and the blowup doll out of the attic. I felt inspired to see if I could somehow turn the former into a sex toy. It took a little effort, but I drilled out a hole in the appropriate place, and used material from the blowup doll to create the receptacle. When I was satisfied with my handicraft, I put the doll on my lap while sitting on chair in my boxers. Looking in the mirror on the door, the site looked pretty freaky. I imagine it might have looked real from a distance, so it's a good thing I had the curtains closed! Just don't expect any pictures.

I pulled down my shorts and lifted the doll's dress. I pulled the panties to the side. I was already erect, excited to be trying out my new toy. I slowly lowered the doll on my long hard cock. I went in deep-really deep; deeper than I'd ever been in a woman. I looked at the image of this girl doll impaled on my manhood in the mirror. It was damn nasty. It would have been impossible for a real girl that size to take dick like that. The doll was light, so it was simple to lift it up and down on my member. I took long, slow strokes because I didn't want to break it. I worked that fuck toy, until after a while I started chanting "c'mon" at it.  I picked up the pace and then switched my grip to hold it down by the shoulders. I shot my load, embedded deep into my sex doll. I should have taken the panties off, because clean-up was a problem. I had to put the panties through the wash. I'll have to be careful, because I don't want to go to the store to buy little-girl panties.

The second time I tried the doll was much more intense. First, I found a website that had a woman talking dirty in a little-girl voice. She said such things as "oh, fuck me", and "it feels so good" and "give me that big cock. " I cut out the gross things she said. I made the recording ready to play on a loop. When I was ready, I warmed up some oil to put in that vaginal cavity. Meanwhile, I had left her under an electric blanket to warm up. I now had my hot little girl-toy ready for action. She can be put in different poses, so I posed her doggy-style. I felt I could be a little more vigorous this time, since she had held together. Once I grasped and penetrated her, I got nasty, lustful thoughts, feeling my hard-on in that warm sleeve. Hearing the recording playing, and seeing myself in the mirror gave me a great urgency to slam into her. I had a long, hard cum in only a couple minutes, shooting wad after wad up into her. I don't think I've cum that quickly from masturbation in years. Usually, it takes me a while from start to finish.

Epilogue
I've put the doll out in the display room (wearing its clothes) next to my knick-knacks and other feminine-seeming stuff, like snowglobes and candles. So far no one's said much about it (or looked inside its panties). I think soon I'll put some weights in it so that I can feel more pressure when it's on my lap. You don't have to worry about me pursuing real little girls; the worst thing I might do is name the doll or start buying clothes for it!

bigdick04: there once was as woman named janet. Janet was one of those people who was a good person but people didn't find her attractive and they always made fun of her. well one day janet found a bottle and she uncorked it and out popped this gorgeous man whose name was Javier. he said he could grant her as many wishes as she wanted.

       Janet decides to get back at the two people who make fun of her the most, David and Fran. David is this guy who she thought was very sexy and she had heard that he had a big penis. So for her first wish she decides to make this man pay for everything he had done to her, first she wishs for him to become obesely fat and Javier granted it, then she decided to hit him where it hurts she wished that his penis shrank to the size of an infants. She also wished that the only sex he wanted was with men.

All of a sudden while David is in the shower j/o, he begins to see his penis start to shrink.It is a complete shock to him as he watches his formerly large dick and balls shrink down to the size of an infant.  And while his dick was shrinking he began to notice that he was becoming fat. He then started crying. Then all of a sudden he felt this urge to suck a man's penis. He gets out of the shower and turns on the T.V. and he sees this hot guy and he begins to want to suck his dick. And then he starts to masterbate to this guy. And he doesn't know why?


Then she decided to hit Fran. First of all Fran was always bragging about how sexy she was and how physically fit she was. So Janet wished for Fran to become very unattractive, first she wished for her to become really, really fat.

Fran was at home getting ready to go to a club when all of a sudden she began to get really fat. And she was screaming as she saw the buttons popping off her shirt as she began to get fatter. Then she looked in the mirror and to her shock she was ugly and she looked like a man she even had hair on her face.

Finally, Janet decides to make wishes to change herself. Her first wish was to become the most beautiful women in the world, she wanted to be the looking women ever.  And poof she was drop-dead gorgeous. Then she wishes for a man, with the penis the size of a bull and balls the size of a bulls. Then poof this naked man appeared with abnormally sized genitals. The genie then asks her to great him one wish and she could control him for the rest of her life. He asked her to suck his dick. She agreed. So she slowly unbuttoned his pants and out popped his large dick.  She began to slowly lick the tip of it and then she puts in her mouth and begins to pleasure the genie.  After about 10 minutes the genie begins to start moaning and his balls start to tighten and then he release cum that has been locked up for thousands of years. It seemed like him came for an hour. After she was done. The genie thanked her and said any time she needed him just to say his name.  

After he left Janet decides to try out her knew man.....

easy_eros: This is a gay story but i can modify for st8 guysand gals f ur interested. just email me. There's a poll at the end, if you liked it or not, but i would love to hear you comments personally!

This story has been long time coming I just never had the guts to post! I do hope you enjoy it.

The end of November marked the end of the monsoons. The trees and shrubs verdant with the last of the season's rain rustle in the crisp cool wind. Peach colored blossoms on the flowering trees that we pass by are borne on the whispers of the chilly air. Gently they settle on the red dirt road our bus is on. With eyes half shut, lulled by the gentle rocking of the bus, two lovers seated besides me are half way into a dream but so was I... dreaming of a memory.

It was exactly a year from now that I was on this same road and on the same bus headed for a picturesque fishing village that I lovingly called home. This time, however, I wasn't alone. I was studying in the city where all the good colleges were and where I met James, my roommate. He was the nicest of guys and we became the closest of friends over the course of a couple of semesters. This year he decided he wanted to get out of the city and suggested he accompany me home over the holiday break. I had, for the longest time, been talking about how beautiful my hometown was and he apparently couldn't resist. And so he took the seat beside the window of the bus and I that next to him. With all the passengers aboard, the bus began its 18 plus hour journey south. It was 9 in the evening and halfway through the bus ride, the only thing that kept my mind off the gurgle in my tummy was the drowsiness I felt. I close my eyes with my head rested on the seat's headrest only to open them again at the sight of dawn and with my head no longer where it once lay. And there, my face against the soft white cotton that covered James' chest, I feel his warm breath upon me. His cheeks are ruddy from the nights rest and his eyes stare at distant rice paddies. I, having the biggest crush on James, am the last person to want to part from the embrace but I did and did it quickly. I knew James was straight as he knew I wasn't. Afraid of reprisals I apologized.

"hey I'm sorry I didn't mean to..."

"I know, and it's perfectly alright! What are friends for if not for make shift pillows!" he smiles.

I laughed, slightly relieved. We were two hours away but the silence made it seem as though it was an eternity. I pretended to sleep and he pretended to read.


The sound of the hydraulics opening the door signaled our arrival. It was eight thirty or so and the gurgle in my tummy was now a full roar. James on the other hand was writhing with the urge to relieve his full bladder. My father was faithfully waiting at the entrance of the bus station with his broken down jeep to take us home. The village where I lived was a half an hours' drive from the station. It was bordered by mountains and high cliffs so that you couldn't really see it until you made that last turn. Half an hour later the last turn was made and suddenly there it was just like I remembered. Beaches that went on for miles, white sands strewn with fishing boats and nets spread out to dry, waters so clear it reflected the sky. The peace of the water was only temporarily disturbed by the ripples of fallen fishnets after being flung into the air. My father was so much darker than I remembered. His strapping figure and the lines across his forehead were more pronounced now that he had taken on my share of the work after I left for college. The skin around his mouth creases deeply as he smiles to announce that lunch was ready. We eat, unpack, and soon the afternoon was spent.

Dusk. The cool breeze is pulled into the warm waters of the pacific from inland and the silence is only broken by waves crashing against the receding shoreline. I see James in the distance sitting on the wet sand one feet in the water the other tucked under the opposite thigh. I sit by him.

"I know why you've been silent the whole time." I say.

"I don't think so!" upset he replies.

"Look, I'm sorry for what happened on the bus it was an accident! Sure it was an accident I enjoyed but an accident nonetheless. I wasn't taking advantage of you."

He breaks into a smile then a laugh.

"It's not that silly" his face turns somber again "it's because I think I enjoyed it, maybe even wanted it. Seeing you there so peaceful against me, made me feel things I've never felt for another human being. I wanted to be closer than that, to take care of you..."

"Oh, I see... I'm sorry, it's all my fault." That is all I could say.

"Yes, I know."

With that he comes close and kisses me on the forehead. He stands and walks toward the cottage. Taking only a few steps he turns and asks "Well? Are you coming?" He reaches his hand out and I take it, afraid that if I didn't I would collapse. We held hands as we walked back to the cottage. It seemed so long, what was in reality only a few yards seemed miles away. I could feel my heartbeat quicken. My throat was dry. I was going to at last have what I coveted most.

I draw the shades shut. And from behind he grabs me by the waist and carries me onto the bed. James, at 6'4", is 8 inches taller than me and can easily pick me up of the ground. Kneeling at the edge of the bed his chest is in front of me as he stands. Slowly I unbutton his shirt. The crest of his chest is just like I imagined it would be, sinews undulate and pulsate with each heave and breath. I press my cheek yet again and breathe in sweat and salty sea air. I gently plant kisses along the trail of hair that disappears into his pants. His breath shortens as I reach down into it. I grab hold of the his fully engorge staff and he moans as if he couldn't wait any more. I pull it out and it sticks five inches above the waistband. It was enormous but so was my appetite. As I undid his pants I licked the underside of his exposed cock making sure that as I reached the tip I circled around the slit dribbling wet with pre-cum. Completely naked with an erection sticking straight out into the air he says "now it's your turn!" he gently lifts off my t-shirt and pulls down my shorts exposing a full hard-on that slaps against my belly. A surprised look overcomes his face followed by an unbelieving "Wow!" he looks straight into my face and says "You're bigger than me!!!" he kisses me and pushes me down onto the bed, but I push back and forcefully grab hold of his 12" dick with both hands and pump for all I'm worth. I too bounced on the bed as my hands went up and down his massive staff. His hand soon coyly positioned itself at my nape. I tried to fit what I could in my mouth. I told him how hot and salty his pre-cum was and how much I wanted him to cum all over my face. I could see he was really getting-off. His huge balls were now tightening any time now I new he was going to cum. I pulled my mouth away just in time. His face is violently red, he moans and then I feel spurts of warm viscous liquid flow off the side of my face and down, barely touching the opening of my mouth, to my chin and finally dripping to my chest. He kneels and takes his finger to the cleft of my collarbone scooping up whatever is left of the copious amount of semen running down my neck and places it squarely against my lips. "taste me!" he says. The fresh liquid felt warm as it slowly made its way past my tongue and down the back of my throat. Quickly I skipped a breath as I let his juices pass through me. He pulls my hair and throws my head back and proceeds to lap up the remainder of his seed from my neck. He then pulls me in and parts my lips with his cum ridden tongue. With it he manages to push more of the liquid down my throat. Momentarily he releases his kiss and whispers into my ears "are you ready for more?" I could not believe it. He was raging hard again and raring to go. I open my mouth as wide as I could preparing for him to enter it but he quickly kisses it shut and whispers "but not there?". He grins, parts my legs and shouts "there!!!" as he forcefully enters me. I could not help but scream. Again and again he pounds long and steady strokes. It felt like I was being ripped open. I was at the edge of tears and ecstasy. I was near the precipice and could no longer hold on. One last stroke and my cum was everywhere. It pooled at my stomach but didn't stay there long. As it started its way down the side of my torso, I felt James tongue take it all in. As soon as it had appeared it was gone, only trace of it were on his moist lips and dripping down his chin. In all this he did not stop, he kept pounding and pushing. The pace grew more furious with every stride. Then came the last, midway out he quickly wedged it farther in than he had ever. I let a scream out and so did he. With his eyes shut tightly, his mouth agape and his backed arched he let out a low groan. And then just like that I felt it, warm cum in me burning as it made its way out my torn opening.  (to be continued...)

bigdick04: There was once was this couple Rachel and Steven. Steven was a very well hung guy who liked Rachel. Steven loved to blow his load all over Rachel when she would give him head. Rachel loved it when he did that. Rachel was very nice looking great body and everything. Rachel was kinda curious what it would like to be a guy just to see what it was like to have a big penis and get to blow a load all over someone's face. Steven was curious to feel what is was like to be a woman and be able to taste a guy's load in his mouth. One day they were walking along a beach and they found a bottle and they picked it up and rubbed it and out popped a genie. He said they each had three wishes. So Rachel wished to be a man. And then with a poof she lost her breasts and she began to grow a penis and balls. Then Steven decided to wish he was a woman. SO poof he lost his balls and penis and grew a nice set of breasts. And then Rachel decides to make her penis and balls bigger and poof her penis becomes ten inchs and her balls become like grapefruits. THen Steven wants to make himself the sexiest woman ever and then poof he became drop dead gorgeous. Then they both decided to wish they had the power to change anything about them they wanted and the power was granted. Then they went home and Steven wanted have sex so of he could try out his new body. SO Rachel being the big man she was, she threw Steven on the bed and began to rip his clothes off. Then Steven says he wants to suck Rachel's dick and it was looking pretty good. So Steven unzipped Rachel's pants and out popped her penis and Steven took in his mouth and he began to suck and it felt great in his mouth. Rachel began to feel like she loved this new feeling. SHE Began to feel her body start to get tense and suddenly she blew her load in Steven's mouth. Steven loved and drank every drop of her cum......

jjdov26: This isn't really a fictious story. It really happened. But it is about a dream I had, so I thought that it was best posted under the fictitious story section.

Some background. I am 26, str8, single guy. In college, me and some friends revealed our sizes to each other. My biggest friend was named Robert, who had 7 inches. (I have 5.5" here) Ever sense then, I have been kinda envious/jealous of him and how deep he can go in a woman. This is a dream I had last night that related to that night.

The other night, I came home drunk from hanging out with my friends. I woke up in the middle of the night and started to jack off. This was the kinda thing where you are still half-drunk, half-awake, kinda in a daze. But I suddenly felt horny and started to hump the bed. My half-aware mind went back to the night that me and my college friends talked about our sizes. It felt very real as I was remembering it, almost as if I was there again and was having the conversation again. Then I imagined what Robert might have done after we left his room. I "saw" him stripe down because he was so horny knowing he was the biggest. I "saw" his stiffy, which looked SO much bigger than mine, like a big log jutting out of his skinny body. I "saw" in my half-drunk mind him lay on the bed and jack it thinkin about how he was bigger than all his friends, how he knew that he was the biggest guy he knew, how he now knew that he could go deeper than any of us friends... that he now knew that he would go 2 inches deeper than Sean...and an inch deeper than his biggest rival, Richard. Then, I could suddenly imagine being him, stroking my own 7" rod with my own hand. As I pumped slowly over his/my knob, my hand stroked down the lenght, the LONG length of my shaft. I could feel every curve and vien of a shaft that was 1.5" longer than the one I knew so well. I found that as Robert/I jerked off, I wouldn't pump my hand all the way down my shaft (as I do with my own when jackin it), because the desire to go back up and jack the knob again overwelmed me before my hand could make it all the way down his/my shaft. It was really weird because it Seemed to real, even tho I have never seen him hard.

Then, in this half-asleep, half-drunk fantasy, I saw a naked woman come into the room and straddle him on the bed where he had been strokin himself. I watched from his "point of view" and she steadied his long hard spike under her and began to lower herself on his fat log. It was like I was him... It was like I was watching a porno shot from the guy's point of view, looking down at his own meat. I watched as if I was Robert, watching my fat long dick dissappear inside of this dripping, shaved pussy. I felt my thickness push her lips appart. The shaft was so long, even tho it was several inches inside of her, I could still see the length of Robert's pale white pecker shaft rising out of his black pubes, which were now drentched with pussy juice. I watched as she kept lowering further and further on his flag pole, and it was like I was him and myself at the same time, feeling what he would have felt. Then, she lowered as far as possible, the sides of her thighs against Robert's pelvic bone, his pubes tickling her shaved pussy lips and her clit. Robert's rod was 7 inches deep in her. For the first time, in my mind, I felt his/my helmet head hit the back of a woman's pussy. "oh god, Robert, you're so big" the woman moaned. And then I came. I was still half asleep and drunk at this moment, so I just lay there, in the puddle of sperm that was now inside my boxers, and slowly drifted back to complete sleep, the after glow of orgasm spreading out to every part of my body. For a very brief moment, I knew what it was like to be like Robert.

That really happened. I don't know if it was really a dream, or just a fantasy that seemed very real because I was drunk and my mind was so tired. But it was awesome.

if any of you guys have any comments about it, let me know. I think that this dream is a good illustration of how str8 guys are envious of bigger guys...how if feels to wonder what it would be like to be hung. Let me know what you guys think.