I struggled to make up out of a deep sleep. Something warm was covering my face, and although it wasn't suffocating, it felt like some kind of odd torture or at least a prank. It kind of resembled those rolled hot towels they give you on long airline flights. The presence on my face shifted repeatedly, and in my thrashing I couldn't get out from under it. It then started to slap my face and that did the trick. I started up, suddenly awake.

"Cool it, kid! It's okay," said a familiar voice. I should have known. After all, I woke up most mornings this way. The warm presence on my face came from two large, throbbing penises, belong to two of the frat boys in the house. They had clearly woken up with morning wood--a state of affairs I knew well enough--and, as I imagine, a mere glance at each other was enough to send the message: "Let's get Kirk."

Next thing i know, I've got two frat boy cocks covering my face. They grinned like they always do, and pressed their cocks into my face.

"C'mon, Kirk.... You know the drill." They leaned in.

I certainly did know the drill. This was my dream job. I had started cocksucking a while back and once I'd turned 18 midway through my last year,I had sucked off most of the teams' athletes. It started when I was sitting with some of them playing video games, which then turned to internet porn and just being on the couch while a few of them stroked their cocks through their jeans and one of them making a comment about how he could use a blow job and before I knew it, there I was, on my knees, licking his hard on through his jeans. From there it was a short trip to all the guys pulling out their cocks and it seemed the most natural thing in the world for me to spend the evening with dick in my mouth. I never had a qualm--never questioned my actions. It was my nature.

At the age of 18, I had heard of the Phi Beta Nu fraternity. Well, I say "heard" but mostly I saw stories online. I figured they couldn't be true, but as i lived in the town, I managed to meet the guy who was telling these stories, and it boiled down to this: the frat had a long tradition of having its own house cocksucker, and this guy was about to age out at 23, so they needed a replacement. He and I talked, he seemed to like me, and before the evening was out, we were in 69 position, me ramming my cock in his mouth while he did the same to me. A short while after, I was "interviewed" by three of the frat guys who made my situation clear. Of course, I had to prove my skills, so I was on my knees for a couple of hours while they took turns shoving their cocks deep in my throat and then unloading their hot loads of cum into my eager mouth. The fact that I wasn't fazed by this really impressed them, and the fact that I swallowed put me over the top. Come September, I had a small room at the frat and hardly left the building.

My mom--single--was glad to have her son have room and board and to be surrounded by slightly older guys who she thought would serve as a good example to me. She thought I had a kitchen and small repair role in the frat house, and in some ways she was right... when I had the time, I did do stuff like that.

That led me to this morning in November. For two months I had pretty regular visits first thing in the morning. Most guys woke up with hard ons and since I was right there, they had the option of not just beating off in bed but visiting me--a throat they could fuck to their hearts' content. This morning, Mike and Rick had walked into my room (the door was never really shut) and laid their massive weapons on my face, pressing their heat into my slumbering form. As I opened my eyes, my continual horniness set in, like theirs, and I stuck out my tongue.

"Atta boy" said Mike. "I knew you'd want to start your day with cock. Lick my head, man."

I gladly swirled my tongue around his cockhead, tasting the already steady stream of precum that must have been working all night. The other guy grabbed his cock by the base and gently and teasingly slapped my face with it. I fuckin love that; getting cockslapped really turns me on, and these guys, like the guys in high school, had discovered this and never missed an opportunity to cockslap my eager face.

The bed I was on had been specially constructed by some frat boy who was good at woodworking. It had two purposes: one was to give me a place to sleep; the other was to have my head off the bed in such a way that I had access to cocks. He had built a kind of head extension board, kind of like the "face pillows" they have on massage tables. This piece was attached to the foot of the bed and it was horizontal and in an oval big enough to allow my head to rest on it with a little extra room.When I needed it, I simply turned my body around so my head was at the bed's end. The key part was the hinge at the base of this extension, which attached to the frame. It could be set in five positions: tilted and locked up so my head was above horizontal about 60 degrees; then slightly less bent at 45 degrees; flat like a regular bed, and then the converse of the first position: below the horizontal about 45 degrees followed by 60. This meant that any dude who needed to seriously facefuck me could do so either straddling my chest or standing at the end of the bed and ramming his cock deep in my throat from a position where he could really work it. Most guys seemed to like this last position where they could really use their athletic thigh muscles to jackhammer their cocks into my throat.

At the moment, my head was on that extension and Mike was standing on my right and Rick on my left. Mike had laid his thick cock on my lips and was just sliding his dick back and forth, feeling my wet lips on his shaft and head.

"Aw fuck" he muttered, consumed with the feeling of an eager cocksucker worshipping his penis. Each forward stroke brought his balls into contact with my right cheek, and that was a freaking turnon. Mike had the biggest balls in the entire frat--by far. I know because they were frequently a source of conversation in the group showers: "Hey, Mr. Swinging Fruit! You part coconut tree?" and similar remarks echoed through the open shower almost every day. Mike just grinned. I overheard these because, not infrequently, I was on my knees, servicing one of the guys in the shower, who typically grabbed the back of my head as hot water streamed over him and me, and savagely fucked my mouth.

I had seen Mike's balls--which were at least the size of kiwis if not bigger--many times, but I had done nothing more than felt them bang into my chin as he drove his meat into my throat. Today, though, he had something else in mind. He reached across me and with his extended arm gently pushed Rick aside. He lifted his right leg and placed it on the left side of my head, straddling my chest.

"Got somethin' for you to try today, cocksucker. You're up for anything, right?"

I nodded as best I could; Rick's cock was still slapping me, coating my face with precum.

"Open your mouth, cocksucker," said Mike. "You're gonna take both my balls this morning."

Rick piped up, "No way, man. He'll never be able to get those fuckers in his mouth."

"Gonna make him," replied Mike. I was sure he must have winked at his buds at that moment. "Open up!"

But I wanted to work him up first, so I didn't respond immediately. Instead, I leaned up a little and kissed his ballsac. That sent electric currents through him. "Oh FUUUUCK!" he cried out. "Yeah, buddy... kiss my fucking balls! Kiss those cum tanks, you cocksucker, and if you're good I'll let you swallow my cum."

I kissed lightly, then passionately. Not content with that, I flicked my tongue all over his sac, making circles around it with my tongue, and paying special attention to the back side of his balls and to his taint.

"You goddamn, fucking cocksucker! Fuck yeah! Lick my balls! Fuckin LICK the back of my ballsac! Fuuuuuuuck!"

To be continued...

Of everything that arouses me, very few things top a hung older white man at the gym freeballing for all to see. This man is someone I see 3-4 times a week at my gym as we both workout in the morning. He always wears either gray or red basketball shorts with no underwear and the outline of his flaccid cock is enough for any man or woman to stare. At 59 years old, he stands about 6'2, slim but no skinny, with salt and pepper hair. One day we finish our workout nearly simultaneously and as we are walking to our cars, I take a leap of faith and say,

"Hey man, you have a really nice cock."
Which he then turns and replies, "Thank you man. I know."

His slight arrogance causes both of us to stand there in dead silence gazing at each other intensely. Nobody is around and you could hear a pin drop. He readjusts his cock in his pants without losing eye contact before telling me,

"The size of my cock is a gift and a curse man."

Apparently he had never had a woman suck him properly, so he allows curious men to pamper and worship him if they so choose. I ask,

"Can I get a better look?"
He replies, "Sure but the offer is only open tonight at 10:30. My place."

Knowing how desperately I want to see his cock in its full glory, I accept. We exchange contact information and go our separate ways. As I drive off I realize I had important plans that same night but don't hesitate to change them to another day. The night approaches and I receive a text from the hung gym regular saying,

"Bring a bottle of wine and we'll see where the night goes."

I finally arrive at his place at 10:30 sharp. He makes me wait outside of his door for a minute or two before opening in a long robe and flip flops. He leads me to his living room where we take a seat on the coach and start having a conversation over the bottle of wine. Even though the TV was playing in the background, I was so focused on him that I couldn't tell you what was on. We engage in about 45 minutes of small talk and before we know it, the bottle of wine is completely empty. Both fairly buzzed, he abruptly asks me while stroking his cock through his robe,

"So are you ready to serve me?"

Stunned, I simply nod and wait for him to make the next move. He gets up off the couch, towering over me as I still remain seated. Before untying his robe, he points directly at his feet and says,

"Get on your knees right here."

I hesitate but oblige. He unfastens his robe to reveal himself in nothing but a T-shirt with his flaccid, but huge cock. Even soft, his cock was at least 6-7 inches long and his balls were big and low-hanging as well. He swings it back and forth slowly and my eyes follow back and forth as if I'm being hypnotized. There's a period of silence with nothing else but his soft cock swinging and frequently hitting me in the face as noise. Then, as I kneel in anticipation, he says,

"Put your throat on that fucker and get me hard. Now."

I grab his package from underneath, balls and cock both in hand, and guide it into my mouth. Within seconds we are both fully into the moment, his hips thrusting slowly and my throat opening more and more. He makes soft moans as I make his big cock rise in my mouth, engaging in dirty talk as often as he can:

"Yeah, throat that fucker."; "Milk my cock from the tip to the base. Give me your all."

I wrap my hands around the back of his legs and plunge my throat all the way to the base of his long, thick cock. He loses himself in the moment and tells me he loves me, which surprises me but turns me on. With my throat at the base of his cock, I stay there for a while. I stick my tongue out and begin to lick his balls from underneath while his shaft is still down my windpipe. He tells me he appreciates my service and grabs me by the back of the head to guide the blowjob. His long cock glides in and out of my wet mouth from base to tip over and over. He asks for some "ball work", but I was so focused on his shaft that he nearly had to rip his cock out of my mouth and place his balls on my face. After about 30 minutes of passionate service, he says,

"I need you to drain my cock and drink your milk."

I put both hands near the base and twist on his big wet cock while my mouth engulfs the other half of his cock. A few minutes later, he lets out a deep, loud grunt and proceeds to empty a huge load of cum down my throat. He came for what seemed like minutes and when he finally lets out the last drop, he says,

"Your cock sucking skills really surprised me, and I take cock sucking very seriously. I haven't been sucked that well in over a decade by a man or woman. Thank you."

We both put on our clothes and we agree to keep it cordial at the gym. Over the next month, we met up twice a week and I pampered and worshiped his cock. Every trip to his place was a new challenge to suck him better, bring him more pleasure, and make him cum faster. I suck his cock on the kitchen counter, the shower, the office desk, off of the edge of his bed, everywhere we could manage. His cock had complete control over me 24/7. I desperately anticipated his texts asking me to stop by and I thought about him all the time. The gray hair, his ability to produce a fully erect cock at his seasoned age. Little did we both know, our connection was just beginning...

I’d only met Josh about six or seven times, but we definitely got on. The new boyfriend of my girlfriend’s best friend (think about it…) was a plumber. He was about 5ft 10in, slightly shorter than me, and with a similar build. Not toned, no six-pack, but not overweight. Very much a regular tradie type. I did fancy him, especially as he is one of the only blokey-blokes I’ve ever got on with. “Lad lads” tend to find me very much on the wrong side of boring.

Josh also had another desirable quality, in that once enough beers were inside him he very much become something of a bromantic. Sat at a table with both our girlfriends, he’d never had a problem with gently massaging my shoulders or giving me a peck on the cheek. The girls thought it was hilarious, more so when you consider the context of a blokey bloke being so overly romantic with a very much straight acting but quite prim and proper man like me. I’d sometimes wondered how many beers were the magic number for him to explore his other side. Now I know.

The first I knew about the weekend was when the girls (well, mine to be exact) announced they would be enjoying a spa weekend, but when it was discovered that only one room was available – and with twin beds at that – then it quickly became a girls only affair and Josh and I were consigned to home.

It was his girlfriend, Chloe, who suggested to him that he should check out what I was doing that weekend. Maybe he should come and stay with me and we could have a few drinks?

Suffice to say I agreed and we decided to have a lads weekend. I wasn’t quite sure what that entailed at first, but it quickly turned into 10 or 11 pints in town with just the two of us. The conversation, after about four or five hours, turned a bit more interesting. How he’d never tried a threesome, despite being offered, something he always regretted. Then plenty of filthy jokes, comments about squirting, the occasional foreskin joke. All good natured banter. I made a few jokes that were slightly more sophisticated, which brought out the bromantic in him. Cue a few more cheek kisses and one very nice peck on the side of my neck. Unfortunately I had no option to peek at the urinals – we had his bag with his clothes with us, so one of us always had to stay at the table.

The train journey home was uneventful and mercifully short at 30 minutes on the fast train, which didn’t quite give us time to fall so asleep as to miss our stop.

At home, seeing as it was only midnight, I thought we should continue the fun and suggested another beer, which quickly became another three. When he went to take the piss he left the to the bathroom open, which didn’t assist me in any practical sense, but I did get to hear him. A very nice stream of piss and a quite decent shake, judging by the time between him stopping and the toilet flushing.

By now we were just in our sleepwear – it was a warm night, and I would never have discouraged him from changing into just a t-shirt and keeping his boxers on (from Next. Cute). We both changed in front of each other, but again nothing really unusual as it’s hardly full blown nudity.

I could tell he was getting drunker, especially with the occasional stumble. I made another joke and he howled with laughter. Not quite sure why, it wasn’t that funny, but he put his arms out and wrapped them round me in a blokey bear hug.

“You’re so fucking funny mate!”

And then another peck on the side of my neck.

“You’re so…”

Peck

“…fucking…”

Peck

“…funny!”

With that he kept pecking away at my neck for felt like minutes but in reality was about 10 or 15 seconds. When he stopped, I took my chance.

“Oi, what about the other side, eh?” and flashed him a cheeky smile.

He laughed again and started pecking my neck but this time, as directed, on the other side. He seemed more eager this time, and I was starting to get worried – I could feel the stirrings of a boner start to rise and due to our bear hug posture, our penises were dangerously close.

He continued pecking but with each kiss now I could feel a bit of tongue – softly at first but then more until he was almost swirling it over my neck. Was this part of the lad culture I had never seen before? Was this a perfectly straight thing to do or did he want to go further? I was, as they say, in something of a pickle.

I made a plan in my addled mind. I would silently count down from 10, and if at the end of 10 seconds he was still doing it, then I’d let out a visible sign of pleasure. A moan. Something like that.

10…9…1

I moaned gently and moved my arm up his back. He seemed to like this and kept up working his tongue with slightly more urgency about him. I moved my other hand down his back, with my last two fingers now resting on the waistband of his boxers. Again, I let out a little moan and whispered “oh, that’s good…”. He continued unperturbed and then switched back to the other side of my neck. At this, I took my chance. He must definitely be bi-sexual, I thought. I moved both my arms down his back and put my hands on his buttocks, with only the material of his boxers between me and his skin. I let five seconds elapse and then I moved my fingers underneath the waistband and could feel his checks on my hands. I played this gently – he might be bi, but might not be up for much arse fiddling. I didn’t want to ruin the moment, so I gently teased his arse checks by spreading them to the gentlest and smallest degree. He didn’t resist.

He moved his lips away from my next and towards my face. It looked slightly comical at the time, as his eyes were shut as his lips connected with mine. He tasted of bloke. Of man. Of lad. And of beer. He’d had a shave earlier, but by now it was 1.30am the next day so he had the beginning of stubble. It felt strangely erotic against my skin. What to do now? I thought I must move on – he’d made his intentions obvious. He was kissing me on the mouth and I was holding and gently massaging his buttocks. I was fully erect and I could feel he was as we held each other against us.

I moved my hand around inside his boxers and took hold of his cock. I ran my hand up and down once, from the tip to the base, and could feel he was uncircumcised (like me) and he appeared to have a very long foreskin, which covered his glans fully. I always thought mine was long, but when hard about 20% of the glans was exposed. He was about my size, dick-wise. About a good 6 inches.

My gentle wanking movements needed moving on, so I pulled at his boxers and moved our bodies round so he was leaning against the arm of the sofa. As we moved, his boxers slid to the floor. I could tell his shaved or trimmed, but hadn’t done in the last few weeks as there was a small bush of black pubes at the base of his dick.

I moved to my knees and took his penis in my mouth, but without retracting his foreskin. I knew what I was doing and wanted to take him to pleasure in stages. After a few in and outs into my mouth, I gently rolled back his foreskin and took the head of his cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue over it and under it, licking and caressing all the time. I knew I was doing well – he displayed the classic blowjob response – head back looking at the ceiling, and a long whispered “oh…fuuuuuuck”.

I wanted to vary my technique, so I did what I call the more classic wank. Foreskin back and forth over glans, repeatedly, with my tongue ready to connect with his cock head with each motion. This I varied with licking the head whilst wanking him but I never let his foreskin cover the head, always staying behind the base. And then for my third technique, I held the base of his cock tightly so the foreskin stayed retracted completely whilst I moved him in and out of my mouth. I mixed in a few hand motions whilst doing this, in a way that was similar to wanking a circumcised man. He whispered again “that’s so sensitive”. And I’m sure it was.

After about two minutes of this action, I again thought I’d make a slight change and took one of his balls into my mouth. Like his cock, his balls were used to seeing a razor or trimmer but not for a few weeks. He seemed to enjoy having a ball in my mouth.

My concern now is that if I continued and made him cum, then he’d turn back into a straight male again and I’d be left to wank myself off to the memory. Don’t get me wrong, I’d definitely do that in future, but I wanted more. I kept hold of his cock and gently wanked it while I stood up. With my mother hand, I lifted his t-shirt up and his took over and pulled it over his head. I did the same with mine and dropped my boxers to the floor. Once removed, I put my mouth back onto his and as we connected then so did our penises. I held them together, pointed them both upwards and gently wanked us both in unison.

He started again kissing and licking my neck, so with a gentle motion I moved is head downwards to my shoulders and then to my nipples and chest. He took my lead and kissed further down until his mouth was directly opposite my cock. I fully retracted my foreskin, and in doing so moved my hips forward and my glans entered his mouth followed by the rest of my erection. His technique was good, but very traditional. Very much a set menu instead of my a la carte offering. He was mainly just wanking me as I imagined he wanked himself. Foreskin back and forth over the glans. But, no time to complain, as the eroticism of the situated more than made up for any slight oral deficiency.

I knew how I wanted the night to end. No fucking, but with me kneeling over him, us both having shot our loads onto his stomach and chest. I knew when I wanted to that I could easily make myself cum in about 30 seconds, so my plan was to get him to the last 30 seconds before his orgasm so we can shoot together. I had my hands on his head, running through his hair, and I motioned him upwards to kiss him.

From there I motioned us to our spare room, where he would be sleeping that night. I pushed him onto the bed and kneeled over him, so our cocks could be positioned so with two hands I could wank them both at the same time. I knew what he liked enough by now, so I went with the most sensitive technique in my armoury and focused on his glans and frenulum with my hands, stopping once to give him 30 seconds of blowjob to add some saliva as lube.

His breathing rate had started to increase and I felt his legs tighten.

“Are you close?” I asked

“Yeah not far. Fuck”

I continued and also increased the work on my own cock until I could feel the vestige of orgasm approaching. I switched position slightly and kept working both of us.

His breathing by now was so intense I knew he was only a few seconds away, as was I. We both came within the same two seconds, him with the first spurt, my just after. I kept wanking him as he ejaculated, with me wanking myself slightly to the side of him. I didn’t want to get my cum on his cock as my plan was to lick the remnants of his own cum off of him.

With my final wanking movement, I kept his glans exposed and took it into my mouth. I could smell him, taste him and feel him. In my mouth, there was one last dribble of cum to extract and I let it slowly slip down my throat.

I published two stories on the new Kindle Vella platform. It’s serialized, so I release a chapter every couple of days. I’m having trouble drumming up readership. True, the stories are in a very tight niche of male pregnancy - but sometimes that works out to my advantage.

Have any of you great writers tried out this new story-telling medium? Do you have any suggestions that worked for you to drive traffic? I’ve posted on my blog and wrote to my subscribers. But do you have other strategies for driving traffic to your stories and/or books?

My Two Kindle Vella Serials:
There’s The Orchardman, a post-plague science fiction erotic story with lots of MPREG and male birth. It’s set in a world where the Monachee, Appalachian mountain men with enormous cocks, are able to conceive and give birth anally. Daddy’s Boy Series was the original set of 7 Monachee stories. There’s sex around every twist and bend in the story.

Also you can read The Longshoremen, a story about Ralph, a Native American hermaphrodite in Stockton, CA who falls in love and, against every odd, gets pregnant from his big-dicked lover. He chooses to live his life as a pregnant man during the repressive 1950’s. Again, the theme is MPREG and there will be a couple of births. And more sex than I thought possible.

My wife Misty in the need to make some extra cash. Finds an add claiming that they'd pay two grand for an average BBW between the ages of 18 to 25 for modeling.

She pondered over it for a couple of days, she’d never thought about modeling before, assuming she wasn’t beautiful or hot. But the add did say average BBW. She looks down at her body and confidently check those boxes. And makes the call.

The man that answered the phone, sounded thrilled to meet with her and looked forward to interviewing her. He put her down on the schedule for the following Monday. At 1:00. The address was some place in downtown Memphis. She frowned at learning that, since she hated going to Memphis, but what other major city was close by. The man said to dress casual, which made her happy. Since she hated dressing up. But it did come to mind that they probably want to see what’s under her clothes. The whole situation as intriguing as it was. Still made her nervous.

The following Monday morning she tells me she might be late coming home. Claiming she had a little shopping to do.
I shake my head hearing that.

“ Baby you know we ain’t got the money for you to be blowing it on unnecessary shit! “

“ I know there’s something I just need to find. “

She didn’t elaborate on what it was. I just kissed her and we went our own ways.

At her desk at her moms office. She watched the clock until around 10:00. And walked into her moms office.

“ Mom I’m not feeling well…Think I’m getting a migraine. “

“ Well go on home and lay down. I’ll handle things here. “ Her mother said.

She proceeded to make the drive to Memphis then exited the freeway thinking she’d found the right road. She spends the next hour driving around lost as usual. In the days before GPS and cell phones. She stops off at a store and used a pay phone. To call the number for better directions. She tells the man where she was. And even through the loud noisy traffic she try’s to write everything down, luckily she wasn’t far off.
She finds the street then the building that looked old and almost abandoned.

“ This place is a dump! “ She says as her nervousness kicks in. She hesitates and thinks about turning back. But parks anyway. There was only a handful of cars parked around.

She forced herself along as she climbed the old broken concrete steps, holding the shaky iron hand rail for support. She walks inside a dimly lit hallway, not seeing or hearing anyone. She steps over and around the trash that cluttered the hallway, and spots a pair of men’s boxers lying in the floor along with a few spent condemns.

“ Eew! I sure hope I don’t have to take my clothes off! “ She said looking down at her high heeled boots. She comes to some stairs and slowly climbed two flights. Seeing more trash, beer cans and cigarette butts. Then a shit filled diaper. Another flight of stairs she finds one woman’s red high heeled pump.

“ Why is it only one high heeled shoe you see out like this? “ She asked herself making her way down another dark hallway.

Finally she comes to the door. She turned the knob and slowly opens it. Where there was a small waiting room, luckily it appeared cleaner than the rest of what she’d seen so far. She walks up to the counter, where a window was. From behind the glass a woman slides it open.

“ May I help you? “ She asks nicely.

“ Yeah I’m Misty. I’m here for the modeling job. “

“ Oh okay. “ The older woman hands Misty a clipboard with forms. “ Just make yourself comfortable and fill these out. “

Misty sits down and gets to work filling them out. It appeared to be the basic job application and W-2 forms. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary about them. She turns them back in and was told to wait.

ten minutes later the door opens. She sees an older man looking her way, nicely dressed in black slacks and a blue dress shirt. With the sleeves rolled up. He appeared to probably be in his late 30’s or early 40’s judging him only by his grayish thinning hair. But otherwise he looked fit. With his shirt unbuttoned a little, showing his hairy chest and gold chain.

“ Hi I’m Paul. You must be Misty?…We spoke on the phone? “

“ Yes that’s me. “ She walks to him. He extended his hand, she took it in hers assuming they were going to shake hands. But instead he took hers and kissed it.

“ Your very beautiful. “

“ Why thank you. “ Misty smiles back at him not expecting to hear that.

“ Please come this way. “ He leads her into a larger room brightly lit with photographers and camera men, standing in the background. There was a spacious clean couch sitting along the wall.

“ Please sit down and make yourself comfortable. We got to get to know one another first. “
She sits her purse down and sits, crossing her legs.

“ So how old are you? “

“ I’m 19. “

“ You in school? “

“ No “

“ You got a boyfriend? “

“ No I’m married. “

“ Oh does he know your here? “

“ No “

“ Do you know what we do? “

“ The add said modeling. “

“ Yeah that’s right. But that’s not all we do.”

Misty looks past Paul, and into the other room, where she saw a king sized bed, along with more lights and cameras. She gulps nervously knowing where this was probably going to go.

“ You ever did any modeling or film work before? “

“ No “

“ You nervous? “

“ Yes “

“ Don’t be…Just relax and be yourself. “

She sees a man walk out and take her picture.

“ You like sex? “

“ Heck yeah…Who doesn’t? “

“ Oh you’d be surprised. “

“ So how old was you? When you first had sex? “

“ I’d rather not say. “

“ What?…Was it like Junior high? “

“ Yes “

“ Was your first time a good experience? “

“ No “

“ Why not? “

“ He left me needing more. “

“ Oh I’m sorry. “

“ It happens. “

“ Where was the riskiest place you ever had sex? “

“ At school. “

“ Did you get caught? “

“ Yes “

“ Did you get into trouble? “

“ No I got more sex. “

“ Really? How many partners that time? “
Mistys mind goes into overdrive as she try’s to think.

“ I loose count after 8. “

“ Was it a gang bang? “

“ I’d say so. “

The camera man smiles and gives Paul a big thumbs up.

“ In the last year? How many other men have you been with?…Other than your husband? “

“ A few. “

“ Are those affairs you seek out? “

“ Not really. Seems like I find myself in situations that it just happens. “

“ How big is your husband’s cock? “

“ He’s six inches barely. “

The camera man gives Paul a thumbs down on that one.

“ With your fingers show me the length of cock you like? “

She holds her fingers out and thinks.

“ Okay so around 8 inches? “

“ yeah that’s the perfect size. “

“ You like them thick? “

“ I like to feel full and a good stretch. “

“ What’s the biggest cock you ever took? “

With her fingers she shows him.

“ What about 10 inches? “

“ Ten inches plus some. “
Paul and all the camera men smiled at one another. Definitely they were impressed.

“ How thick was that cock? “
Misty had to use two hands to show him what she could remember about it.

“ That was a black mans cock. Just so you know. “

“ So your cool with interracial work? If it comes up? “

“ Sure “

“ She’s perfect! “ One of the camera men whispered to Paul.

My first story - I'd love some feedback.

Trent knew it couldn't last. He'd met the guy of his dreams. 6'2" with blue eyes and blond hair. James was his name. James and Trent met at the gym. Of course Trent wasn't naked. He'd never get naked at the gym. But James didn't know that. They'd been on six dates. At the end of every date James tried to get Trent into bed, but Trent pushed back saying he didn't want to move too fast. The truth was that Trent had a tiny 4.5 inch dick and minuscule balls. He'd known he had a tiny dick since he was young, but only after he started hooking up with guys did he realize how tiny it actually was.

The first guy he ever hooked up with was Thomas. Thomas was tall and lean and attractive. Brown eyes and light brown hair. His broad shoulders naturally gave way to a narrow waist and tight eight pack. Thomas was his first. Trent didn't know any better. On the second date they were making out. Thomas was experienced, and he was a size queen. Thomas thought he knew how to pick out guys with big dicks. Usually they were tall. That was pretty much the number one give away that the guy would have a big dick. Anyone over 6 feet was sure to have a big cock. Thomas asked Trent to take his pants off - he wanted to give Trent a blow job and admire that big cock. Trent complied and slowly took off his jeans. Then his underwear as Thomas kept his face right next to Trent's crotch. As Trent removed his underwear he saw a look that was a mixture of horror and laughter on Thomas' face. Thomas literally looked disgusted at what Trent pulled out. A tiny 4.5 inch thin penis with tiny balls. Thomas looked up at Trent and said "you have to be kidding me". Trent was crushed but also really turned on.

"What do you mean", said Trent.
"Is that all you've got?", asked Thomas
"I'm confused", said Trent
"It is the most pathetic little piece of skin I've ever seen. I'm gay. I like COCK.", replied Thomas.
"That is my cock" replied a confused Trent.
"That isn't a fucking cock!" Thomas was starting to get enraged now. He'd been expecting a 6'2" guy like Trent to have a big cock and Thomas was a size queen. He would never have given Trent the time of day if he'd known what he was packing. "That's a piece of shit! You basically have a clit!" Thomas yelled. "this is a cock" and he pulled out a 7 inch softie that dwarfed Trent's diminutive little dick. Thomas' balls were massive and his cockhead so smooth, with a nice little edge, making it what people would call a mushroom head. Trent, on the other hand, had some wrinkles on the tip of his penis - it wasn't smooth. It was really pointy thin. His balls looked like little beans compared to Thomas.
"Look at that fucking little piece of shit you have", said Thomas "I've never seen something that pathetic in all my life!"

Thomas was angry now. He couldn't believe he'd been tricked by how tall Trent was and that he'd even bought dinner for this tiny little pathetic thing. He'd been expecting a nice, big, thick, cock with a big head and big balls. He'd literally never seen a penis as tiny as Trent's and he was getting more upset by the minute that he had to look at it.

"Do you think someone like me deserves to even look at that pathetic little thing?" Thomas asked. Then, as if instinct kicked in he kicked Trent in his little cock. "You don't deserve any pleasure you little piece of shit!" Screamed Thomas. He was so upset. He had been saving up a load for a week and now he had to look at this pathetic clit-dick.

"That thing looks like a fucking clit" yelled Thomas, as Trent looked on in horror and feeling pain after being kicked in the dick. "Tell me what a fucking pussy you are".

Trent didn't know how to react. He felt so humiliated. His dick was dwarfed by Thomas' soft dick. It didn't even compare. He knew right then that he was a pathetic little dicked fag and that even gay men would treat him like shit once they saw what he had between his legs.

"I'm a pussy" Trent mumbled.
"You have a fucking disgusting little piece of shit as a "cock"" screamed Thomas. "I can't even believe I bought you dinner. Pay me back NOW"

Trent went over got his wallet and gave Trent the $40 dinner cost.

"Give me all the money you stupid, gross, tiny dicked freak. I deserve it for actually having to see that pathetic little piece of crap".

Trent was so humiliated. He couldn't believe the size difference. Even as Thomas was screaming at him, his cock was as hard as it had ever been. For some reason the humiliation was actually turning him on, and Thomas noticed.

"You weird freak! You actually like that you have a tiny, pathetic, undesirable cock! What the fuck!! I'm going to tell all the guys how tiny you are. Nobody is ever going to want to play with that little clit-dick."

Then Thomas pulled up his pants and stormed out. Every time he saw Trent on campus he made a tiny little dick sign with his fingers and scrunched his face up in a look of total disgust.

Anyone else just really get off on stories where a guy cheats on his boyfriend or husband?
I don’t know what it is, but they get me so damn horny.

And while there are so many cheating wife/gf stories, there just aren’t as many gay stories.
Any recs?

Here are a couple of my faves:
Nifty Archive: adult-friends/his-best-friends-slut
Nifty Archive: adult-friends/once-a-cheater
Nifty Archive: adult-friends/uncle-billy
Nifty Archive: adult-friends/my-ex-roommates-dick
Nifty Archive: adult-friends/putting-out-for-the-frat-guy

Last night, my husband and I went out to dinner as we got a last minute reservation at a new sushi restaurant in town. We were excited for our first date night out in while and we decided to catch an Uber since we knew we would be having some drinks with dinner.

The food was incredible and the sake was overflowing. Literally. They serve the cup on a tiny dish so that they can pour until it overflows and before we knew it... we were having a great time. After many appetizers, drinks, and a variety of sashimi, it was time for us to catch a ride back home. My husband went to the bathroom before we left, and from there, sent me a photo just slightly pulling down his underwear so I could see that he had been wearing a cock ring the entire time while we were out. I was instantly hard.

Needless to say, there was some serious sexual tension in the backseat of that car on the way home. It felt as though we were thinking the exact same thing: as soon as we're inside with the doors locked and lights out, we're going to go crazy on each other. And so we did.

He went straight upstairs while I quickly let out the dogs, locked up, and shut off the lights. He was in the bathroom. When I got upstairs I was feeling impatient so I opened the door. We started making out intensely, stripping off our clothes in the process. I had him up against the vanity countertop, pulled down his pants, and started sucking his cock. My mouth had been watering in anticipation of that moment. I absolutely love worshiping his long, thick, veiny piece. He was in a mood to bottom, so I worked my way down his shaft, past his beautiful, mostly smooth balls, made out with his taint and aggressively started to put my tongue in his hole. He was ready for me. It was soft, warm, and my god did it taste good. I continued like this for a few minutes while I let myself get nice and hard for him.

The exact memory of how we ended up in the bathtub is a bit fuzzy (overflowing sake, remember) but we did. We were both completely naked and I couldn't keep my mouth off of his body. I devoured his ass. Every time I could feel him relax and let my tongue slide in further, I would moan. It's my favorite feeling.

I was on my knees and he was standing in the tub when he stopped and said he had to pee. Now, for some context, we get rowdy and dirty (spitting, gagging, spanking, the usual) but the only other time I've explored anything related to piss play was on my own in the shower when I was younger. It must have been the sake talking, but I told him to just go. So he did. As you know by now, we had lots to drink, so his bladder was full. And since he was so "hydrated", it was mostly clear. In fact it kind of tasted like sake! I opened my mouth and let it go all over my body. I took hold of his cock while it was draining and it made my cock throb. It was somehow way more thrilling than I ever imagined it could be.

I'm not one to be turned on by piss play porn, but experiencing it was exhilarating. He liked it too. After he finished he would instantly start making out with me and licking my face. From that point on, when he had to go, he just went on me.

After about another 30 minutes spent in the tub, we showered together and made our way to the bed. I continued to fuck him until we both came hard and fell asleep. This was all around 11pm.

It was a restless sleep, as it usually is after a night of drinking, and I woke up at 3:30ish in the morning to my husband rubbing my cock with his hand. Sure enough, I reached down for his and he was fully erect. What a surprise that early in the morning! Without question, I started fingering his ass and he was squirming and moaning, ready for my cock. To be sure, I asked him "Do you want my cock again?" and he promptly said "YES."

We fucked, missionary, until we both came. It took a little extra time since we had just fucked a few hours before, but every moment was thrilling. I had always fantasized and told him that I want to wake up to him stroking or sucking my cock sometime, and my fantasy came true last night.

We swiftly passed out after that, but once my alarm clock went off at 5am, he turned over and started grinding his ass on my cock. I was naked- he wasn't yet, but before I could even realize what was happening, he had his underwear off and put my cock in between his cheeks. He laid on his stomach this time and I got on top of him, fucking him from behind. Again, it took a little longer to orgasm, but we definitely did. Three fuckings in less than 8 hours... pretty good record I'd say.

And of course, now that I'm writing this, I'll probably convince him to have another go at it in a few minutes. The feeling is amazing- it's like years ago after the first time we had (incredible) sex and we can't get enough of each other. He's in the basement working on some things right now- I think I'll go ambush him

Thanks for reading, I hope this story provides some inspiration for you all to try new things!

So I absolutely love my girlfriend and we’ve been living together for a while. She’s the absolute best and amazingly hot.

We used to like to go out on the town before COVID hit and, ever since then, have pretty much had to stay home.

Recently the world re-opened all of a sudden and we’d both been fully vaccinated so when her friends Emmy and Caitlin invited us to a party, we totally agreed!

Before we went out for the night, we were showering and trying on clothes we hadn’t worn for a while.

I was so turned on by seeing her trying on thongs and other hot undies after her shower asking me what I thought.

My outfit was going to be much simpler—khaki shorts and a polo shirt with a g string underneath. Love the feeling of my cock and balls being cupped but with my ass basically being free!

Anyway, while she was bending over to review one the the hot pairs of thong/boy shorts she was trying on for the night, I was on my back on the bed wearing nothing but a loose towel and my cock started getting very hard.

She looked over her shoulder at me and noticed and said “you liked that pair THAT much?”

I giggled and said I loved them but that I was getting super hard anyway.

She turned around and approached my position on the bed and pulled the blanket down that was only barely covering me.

I’d trimmed my cock and balls a few days earlier so it was just me totally naked cock that she say and by this point it was super hard. Like really super hard.

Boing.

She got down on her knees on the floor on the side of the bed and started to massage my cock which wasn’t really necessary.

What I needed was her mouth on the swollen head of my cock and she didn’t disappoint for long.

She started to go down on my swollen head and I was able to reach around her amazing ass and slide one of my fingers into her tight and wet pussy from behind.

She exhaled so freaking hotly.

“I want to fuck your asshole before we go out,” I told her.

“First you need to lick it,” she said.

I was on my back and she got on top of me in a 69 with her hot pussy and asshole in my face and I went to town as she started to suck my throbbing hard cock while on top.

It was freaking amazing, let me tell you.

I was oozing pre-cum to the point where she disengaged with my cock and asked if I was cumming which I wasn’t! Lol

At this point she said she wanted to fuck now but not before quickly and suddenly sliding one of her fingers into my asshole!

It was like an electrical shot but she quickly got up and allowed me to do the same.

She got on her hands and knees on the corner of the bed while I got onto my feet on the floor behind her.

I awkwardly slid a condom on to my hard cock which isn’t easy to do. I’ve ordered a lot of sizes but many are just too small.

Finding the right one and sliding it on, I prepared to slide my cock into her exposed pussy.

“Not there. That’s too high! Lower.”

I slid my throbbing hard cock into her pussy and we began to fuck.

I went slow because honestly I was worried about cumming to soon but she picked up the pace and it was incredible!

I soon pulled out with one thing in mind and she was right there with me.

“You want to fuck my tight asshole now?”

I almost came even before I was inside her.

“Not so fast. I’ve got a surprise for you,” she said while pushing me onto my back on the bed.

“I’ve been doing some shopping while you’ve been asleep,” she said while reaching underneath the bed.

“Close your eyes,” she said while pulling something up from the floor. I heard a squirting sound that I assumed (and certainly hoped) was a lot of lube.

“Turn over,” she said and I did and instinctively raised my ass.

I was greeted by a cold, bulbous object at my asshole that seemed incredibly large and thick.

“I’ve never done this so I hope I don’t hurt you,” she said as she started to position the head of what I assumed was a huge dildo at my asshole.

It seemed massive but she slowly started working it in, in and out slightly, and eventually the head slid in with a popping sound that was incredible.

My body convulsed.

I’d never had anything that large in my ass before.

She read my body language and started to slide more of it in.

At this point I was totally relieved any potential awkwardness from having her peg me. It felt incredible and I started to rock my ass back into her while with every stroke she slide the dildo in deeper and deeper.

“You’re cumming,” she exclaimed, only I wasn’t in the normal sense.

With the pressure on my prostate, my cock was just oozing cum.

“I want you to cum for real,” she said, “and I have a surprise.”

She stopped fucking me with the dildo, got up from the bed and grabbed something from Unser the bed again.

I looked over my shoulder and saw her wearing a strap on harness and one of the largest dildos I’ve ever seen.

“I know you can take big ones.” She said while asking me to get onto my back.

I did as she wished and saw her amazing body with huge tits and obviously the enormous dildo attached to the harness at her waist.

“Please lube me up,” I said, but she was already there grabbing the tube and squirting out a massive amount onto the huge dildo that was probably 10 inches long and a soda can wide.

Raise your knees to your chest she said and I obliged.

I knew what was coming next, of course, and she positioned herself and the giant dildo at the opening of my asshole.

“Just do it,” I blurted out.

With one smooth movement, she slid the thick tip and about half of the shaft into my asshole.

I lined up my swollen cock head with her asshole and started to slide it in.

It was freaking amazing.

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I had been dreading this past weekend for so long.

My only nephew has graduated high school and I missed the ceremony because of work and I was determined to make the party. Beer would be flowing, thanks to my brother and food would be great, since my sister-in-law and her family did the cooking. I knew I just HAD to go, but I was still dreading it.
I haven't been home much since the pandemic and I also hadn't been home in a while because I hate the trashy area I am from and the "mouth-breathers" (as my best friend calls them) in that particular part of the country. Ugh. I hated the idea of it, but I made a promise to the kid and I had to keep it.

Getting there was not a problem. Driving there is all highway and boredom, so I spent most of it lost in thought and fantastic daydreams of sex. Since 2020 was a bust, I hadn't been with anyone, because I was just too nervous and only recently had some guy over to suck me off and that wasn't too great. Too teethy. Fuck. Work kept me super busy with early meetings and late night prepping for the next day's meetings. By the time I got home, I didn't even have the energy to beat off.

While I drove, I did have the time to edge my cock a little, but the goddamn tractor trailers just kept coming out of nowhere! One of them did catch me and he blew his horn, rolled down his window and yelled, "Nice cock!" before speeding off.
He wasn't wrong. I have a pretty nice cock. I am 6.5 and girthy with a nice mushroom head that likes the underside of it kissed.

I finally got to the picnic grove area and put my cock away. I took a breath and slapped a smile on, took a quick hit from my one-hitter and got out of the car. That was the easy part. Now: Relatives.

I made my way around the party in expert, serpentine movements. I didn't lag too long with any particular person and this way, they didn't know I was high or that I couldn't stand them.
My immediate family was awesome and we hugged and laughed and I had a genuinely good time with them. Even my bitch of a sister-in-law was fun. I scanned the tables for people I hadn't seen and someone came into my sights that I hadn't seen before. I asked my sister-in-law who he was and she said that his name is Brendan and he's Josh's dad. Josh was on the volleyball team with my nephew and I knew which one he was only because when he walked by, I almost spit out my beer. He was gorgeous and tall and tan and 16...nevermind on that one. Jail. Bait. I could see the resemblance between them. Brendan was about 6'5" and built like a linebacker, with the strongest jawline I have ever seen and the most piercing green eyes. At the moment I saw him, my sister-in-law mentioned that all the mothers are secretly in love with him and I said that I don't blame them a bit. As if he heard me, he turned and locked eyes with me and smiled. Immediately hard and with a skip to my heartbeat, I turned away and went to get another drink.

I stood over by the beer taps and took a beat to let my cock cool down. The absolute last thing I needed was to be lusting over another straight guy in my life. I have had enough of that experience to last me forever. I sipped the beer and made small talk with another aunt that I can't stand and from behind me I heard a deep voice say, "Excuse me, can I slide in here?" I turned and there he was. My eyes were at chest level with him and I could almost make out the traces of cologne that he wore, escaping through his open shirt which exposed a light dusting of hair. I slowly looked up and he had a cock-eyed smile and those damn beautiful eyes were looking at me. I didn't know what to do. I was stunned by this beast of a man, I didn't respond. He looked at me and said, "Can I slide in here?" and my cock almost jumped off my body.
"Can you slide in where?" was all I could think of to say. I thought it was funny. I mean, I KNEW where I wanted him to slide, but...
"I wanted to get a beer and I have to squeeze between you and the tap, if that is ok". Damnit. He didn't get the joke and now, I looked like an idiot. I gestured for him to get where he needed to go and I slowly slinked away, trying to not die from embarrassment.

I made my way to another group of family that I had to show some face to and I felt a slight tap on the shoulder. I turned and there he was again, just as uncomfortably close as before and making my cock swell in my pants to the point of pain. "Hi", he said. "I'm Brendan. You must be Michael's brother, right? You look a little alike."

I cleared my throat which had NEVER been drier in my life, sipped my beer and tried to think of anything witty or cool to say, but all that came out was, "Yep."

(Yep. Yep? YEP!?!?!?!?! What the hell is wrong with me!?!)

He looked bored almost instantly and I could see him looking around the party for someone else to make eye contact with to get him out of this situation. I knew I had to redeem myself and I closed my eyes and took a breath and said, "I am sorry. I didn't mean that to sound so cold. I'm a little stoned." He looked at me and I could see the lines by his eyes crease up and he let out an explosion of laughter. His giant hand clapped my shoulder and I almost spilled my drink. "You ARE funny! Your brother said you were." He laughed a little more and sat down at a table, motioning for me to join him. I sat and tried to not be as high as I was, because in a social situation where I am uncomfortable AND high, I tend to say the wrong things.

We started talking and the flow was INSANE! He was smart (high-level executive with a bank), sweet (mentioning his kids with so much love and admiration), heart-warming (he coaches all of his kid's teams) and genuine (could't have been more present when I was talking). I found myself understanding why all the other moms around were lusting after him. He was a total stud and the whole package. Lucky wife!

We talked for what seemed like an eternity about my life in the city and the excitement of living there. He has always been in the country and grew up on a dairy farm that his family still owns. He loves the country life, but he said how he had always dreamed about going to the city and living that kind of life, even for one day. Before I could stop the words, I said, "You can come visit me and stay at my place, if you like". I tried to mentally reach out and put the words back into my mouth, but they were already out there...flying around in the air towards his perfect ears. He looked right into my eyes, placed his hand on my knee, grinned and said, "But what would I do with my wife?". I didn't know what to do. I looked him in the eyes and said, "Hey! I am supposed to be the funny one, remember?" We both laughed and I excused myself to find a bathroom to splash some water on my face and maybe get some clarity on the massive crush I was developing on this man.

Years ago my ex briefly went down on a guy in front of a party I didn't attend (before she and I got together). It all started at a house party where the theme was body paint and black lights. It was only about 10 people, so not a big group. Over the course of the night the girls slowly got down to their bras and were painting on each other in a mostly dark room. With the girls half naked and drunk the party slowly turned to playing drinking games. Eventually that ended up being "never have I ever" and "truth or dare".

After a few rounds of all of this one of the guys at the party was dared to whip out his junk. He obliged and revealed he's hung like a horse. Of course this got the girls turned on at the sight and being drunk they pretty much went feral. If anyone's seen how women get around male strippers you know exactly what I'm talking about.

One of the girls later was dared to get sexual with another girl and that broke the sexual contact boundary--think heavy groping and barsexual making out that escalated into one of them briefly going down on the other. Later another dare was for one of the women to bend a knee in front of big dick and be dick knighted. She didn't want to go through with it and one of the girls wanted to see his dick some more, so she dared another girl to again try to get his dick out.

2 of the girls chickened out, but my future ex-gf did not. I can't even remember what she was dared to do, but when he pulled it out she grabbed it with her mouth and stretched him all the way out showing he's a good 9" long. One of the girls of course was taking Snapchat pics throughout the whole thing. A few head bobs later and he was stiff enough for her to hold his dick up to her face showing it was at least as big as her head, and then compared it to her forearm, which was about the same size from what I remember of the pics that made the rounds, both in length and girth. In the final picture was her head all the way down as she deepthroated him quite literally balls deep.

I could hear the rain on the roof as my alarm went off at 6:00. It was Saturday, and I was all set with a tee-time with my friend Joe from work. I checked my weather app to confirm that a front had moved in, meaning no golf today. Shit.

I turned to my wife who was still sleeping and decided to leave her be. No reason to wake her up this early, so I went downstairs and made coffee. Darla joined me downstairs shortly after. “Coffee smells good, even from upstairs.”

“Since it’s raining, why not come shopping with me,” she asked. The dreaded question. “I need to get a few things at the mall, then we can have lunch and maybe look at a new TV for the family room.” Sweeting the deal. Well played.

After finding a spot and running through the rain, I went to Starbucks for a large coffee before taking spot on the couch with the others deflated man who were dragged to the mall “for a few things.”

I tried Facebook, some of the sports networks and Tik Tok. I looked around at the other men and couldn’t believe that I had become one of them. Most of the other guys had greying or receding hair, some degree of a tire in their mid-section. Is that where I was headed?

Looking around, I decided to try to guess what was going on in the lives of others, amusing myself my making up wild stories in my head about different couples and groups of friends. And yeah, I checked out the young women.

Eventually, I the coffee got the best of me. I texted Darla:

“gotta pee, going to take a walk for a while, where should we meet for lunch?”

“in front of the Gap on the 2nd fl at about 12:30. Lunch is your choice.”

I walked through the mall, admiring the people who were passing. Then I started to say “good morning” to anyone who made eye contact with me. More fun. Not.

Walking toward the men’s room I noticed the “Family Restroom” that was one of the options. Times had changed. I never liked taking my kids into the men’s room, so this was a good option, I guess.

I washed my hands and headed out, catching a young couple leaving the “family bathroom.” It was clear what had been going on just before as we all froze.

“Oh my God,” the woman said, “I knew we’d be caught.”

“He doesn’t know you, or us. Don’t worry,” said the reassuring boyfriend who clearly scared shitless but was keeping his cool.

“I really don’t…” I started to say as the guy dragged us both into the bathroom, locking it behind us.

“You can’t tell anyone that you saw us,” he said. “We should not be here, doing this.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty clear,” I said. With nothing to lose, I was enjoying the tension and discomfort.

“Tim, I told you that we shouldn’t fuck in here in the middle of the day,” she said.

“Ok Tim,” you and, whatever her name is had some fun.” Good for you guys.

“You can’t tell anyone,” Tim repeated.

“What if,” she said as she approached me. Whispering in my ear, she said “what if I blew you?”

“I am married,” I said as I checked out the woman who had made the offer. I’ve been married for over 10 years, and another woman hasn’t done that to me in about 13 years.”

“All the more reason for you to keep quiet,” she said as she ran her finger from my knee up to the tip of my swelling cock. Wrapping her hand around my fattening cock, she said “Let’s see what we’re working with,” expecting me to reveal my name.

“No names,” aside from Tim, of course.”

I undid my belt as she pulled my pants and underwear down. “Holy shit, Tim, look at this cock!” At 7-1/2 inches I was on the big side, but not in comparison to the monsters that I had seen in porn. Sitting me down on the toilet, she bent at the waist and fondled my balls as she grabbed my shaft. She stuck out her tongue and flicked my wide cock head with her piercing.

“MMMMMMmmmm” she moaned as Her deep cleavage was in full view, and with the looks of her nipples, I was guessing that she was braless. I was all in and I reached forward, moving the fabric of her V-neck tee shirt side to reveal a perfect round breast. Taking the other one out, I teased her nipples as she bent to suck me. As she descended my shaft, inch after inch disappeared down her throat as her tits mashed against my hands.

After a few minutes, my head was swimming “I need to get fucked again.” She said before continuing to suck me. Tim pulled down his sweatpants, revealing an impressive, yet limp cock. Jacking himself with one hand, while touching his girlfriend’s ass didn’t do the trick for him. “Fuck, I just came” he said aloud.

The woman moved up my cock, giving one more swirl of her tongue before standing. “Fuck me,” she said, looking at me. I am on the pill, just fuck me,” she moaned as she pulled up her skirt, revealing that she wasn’t wearing panties. She bent over the sink, bending over to offer her wet, pussy to me. Tim got behind me, opening her pussy for my cock. “She is so fucking hot,” he moaned as my cock passed his fingers as I buried myself in his girlfriend.

“Stand still,” she said as she started moving back and forth, fucking herself on my cock. “So big, so thick, so amazing” she mumbled as she used my penis as her toy. Tim was strumming her clit from below as his arm touched my balls. I leaned forward, holding on by her tits, teasing her nipples.

It was clear that I was close. I was quiet given where we were, but my breathing gave me away. Tim pulled me back, sitting me on the toilet as his girlfriend swung around, dropped to her knees, and took me into her mouth again, swirling her tongue as I came in her mouth.

Tim was hard from the show and pulled her onto his cock as he came within seconds. Dressed and ready to go, I said goodbye and left.

My wife had texted me that she would be another 15 minutes and would meet me back at the couch where we parted earlier. I was back at the couch in plenty of time, with a feeling of deep satisfaction and amazement.

Tim and his girlfriend passed me on the couch. “Nice meeting you,” Tim said as he past.

The guy next to me said “Oh, I see you met Tim and Julia today” with a knowing smile. Two other guys chuckled just as my wife approached.

“Ready for lunch,” she asked as she handed me her bags.

“Yes, I am starving!”

Hey, I'm Damien. I started out in this industry right when I turned 18. I enjoy this line of work because I get to be a freak and get paid. There are so many people I've met that I wouldn't have had I did something else. I remember when I first started out and this guy called me on my phone sex line. He was a married 47 year old with 2 kids around my age. He told me that I was fine as fuck and that he would let me rip all his holes. He said that he hated his wife and wish he could live in his truth as a faggot (his words). I get excited when people tell me what they would do with me if we ever met. Thinking about sucking and fucking turns me on. I was naturally meant for this line of work and I don't think I'll stop anytime soon.

I think I am going to try and write another story. It has been awhile, but wanted to give it another go.

This one is about a wife that gets deceived and then ends up cheating on her husband and family. Eventually, she finds out she enjoys it though. Thoughts?

Jack Hamilton

Downfall of Nate Ramsey

Dominated by Doug

Settling the Score

It's usually about a popular/more powerful guy who is blackmailed or for whatever reason ends up getting fucked. There is usually some humiliation element in it and the "victim" wants to hate it even though his dick says differently. Does anyone have similar stories like these? It doesn't have to be nifty stories.