u/hansontranhai

Mr. D is Dad's best friend since high school. As I was growing up, he came over quite a bit. They would drink beer, watch sports, and just kick back. He's one of those that became household furniture! That's how familiar we've gotten with him.

This one night, my Mom was on vacation with her side of the family, an annual tradition to pay homage to ancestor's graves. My sister went with her, and it was just me, Dad, and Mr. D.

I'm normally a very deep sleeper. Mr. D used to joke that the house could collapse and I would sleep through it. It's true. One time, there was a severe thunderstorm, national emergency, and our house luckily escaped the tornado route but houses down the street got torn up. I slept through the whole thing!

Dad and Mr. D watched soccer like usual. I was having a light fever, so I excused myself early, took some NyQuil, and went to bed. I remember Dad making the joke: "He already sleeps like dead wood without NyQuil, can you imagine with it?" As my door shut loudly, I think they expected me to be out till next week!

By pure accident, I took DayQuil in a hurry. My neurons were firing all over the place. Restless, I walked befogged to the staircase (my bedroom on the second floor) to get some food from downstairs. That's when I heard moaning. It was Mr. D.

"Oh fuck yeah, tighter."

Through the spiral staircase, I got a distant glimpse of them in the living room as that was where the stair was located.

Mr. D, half-reclined over the brown leather La-Z-Boy, my Dad kneeling on the carpet floor, right hand jerking Mr. D's cock, and left hand massaging his balls and hole. I stood paralyzed, unable to process the wild scene below me.

I couldn't see my Dad's face as he had his back to the stair. But I could clearly see Mr. D's trembling body, his closed eyes in ecstasy, his rugged, basketball player's body. He had a light love handle but stayed extremely hot for a Dad's bod. He even had the thick happy trail that his son inherited (how I came to be super knowledgeable about his son's body is story for another day).

I think Mr. D was getting very close. He kept ordering my Dad to stroke harder. This could not be their first time, given how my Dad knew his way around Mr. D's cock.

"Fuck, Tom, you're so good at this." Mr. D moaned in short breaths.

"Better than Stacy?" My Dad asked in a naughty and submissive way. I never heard him talk in that tone before.

"Stacy could never!" Mr. D's right hand traced my Dad's hair.

"oh Tom, fuck! I wanna cum in your mouth."

Hungry and eager to please, my Dad wrapped his lips over Mr. D's throbbing cock and took the whole shaft down his throat in one quick swoop. From above, I could see Mr. D's cock disappear completely into my Dad's expert mouth, Daddy's nostril rubbing against the thick, glossy public hair of Mr. D like a lush rainforest.

"I'm gonna cum. Fuck, fuck!"

That was the only warning my Dad had. But he gulped it down like a champ. I could hear slurping sounds, as my Dad swallowed hot, thick, fresh cum from his best friend. Like a well-fed and well-behaved puppy, Daddy looked up with mesmerized eyes as he licked Mr. D clean, sack to tip. He even stretched up to lick the overshot drops on Mr. D's abs.

As the heat of the moment died down, I suddenly got scared that they would discover me. That would be hell. (Did I get second-hand post-nut clarity?)

Taking advantage of the ruckus downstairs while they scrambled to put on clothes, I sneaked back into my room and peed into an empty water bottle, too afraid to even use the bathroom.

As I held the warm, faint-yellow bottle in my hand, I imagined what Mr. D's cum might feel like against my cheek, the same cum that was now gushing through and invading my Daddy's gut, making him pregnant with his best friend's babies.

I jerked myself off with one hand, and held the warm piss bottle against my cheek with the other, pretending it was Mr. D's cum.

The taboo thoughts drove me over the edge pretty quickly, and I cum all over myself, so excited that I dropped the piss bottle on my bed.

The next morning, Mr. D greeted me for breakfast as if nothing had happened. But for me, it was like a curtain of fog just got lifted. I began to notice intimate signs between the two of them that I never did before and could never unsee.

The light touches, 'accidental' brushes against the thighs and shoulder, the lingering looks for just a second too long.

"So, when is your Mum back, Hans?" Mr. D asked as he passed me a cup of milk.

"She's gone for the next two days. You should sleep over again." I replied innocently.

"Nah, your Dad has to work late in the office tonight."

"Why don't you keep me company? I could use some tutoring. That's okay, Dad?"

"Yeah, if Danny doesn't mind. School first."

"I don't mind at all." Mr. D took a sip of milk from my cup. We're close like that.

(Let me know if you want to hear about the second night. I have tingles writing about these memories, and it has been a while since I got to relive them).

(Everyone over 18. No incest).

Mr. D is Dad's best friend since high school. As I was growing up, he came over quite a bit. They would drink beer, watch sports, and just kick back. He's one of those that became household furniture! That's how familiar we've gotten with him.

This one night, my Mom was on vacation with her side of the family, an annual tradition to pay homage to ancestor's graves. My sister went with her, and it was just me, Dad, and Mr. D.

I'm normally a very deep sleeper. Mr. D used to joke that the house could collapse and I would sleep through it. It's true. One time, there was a severe thunderstorm, national emergency, and our house luckily escaped the tornado route but houses down the street got torn up. I slept through the whole thing!

Dad and Mr. D watched soccer like usual. I was having a light fever, so I excused myself early, took some NyQuil, and went to bed. I remember Dad making the joke: "He already sleeps like dead wood without NyQuil, can you imagine with it?" As my door shut loudly, I think they expected me to be out till next week!

By pure accident, I took DayQuil in a hurry. My neurons were firing all over the place. Restless, I walked befogged to the staircase (my bedroom on the second floor) to get some food from downstairs. That's when I heard moaning. It was Mr. D.

"Oh fuck yeah, tighter."

Through the spiral staircase, I got a distant glimpse of them in the living room as that was where the stair was located.

Mr. D, half-reclined over the brown leather La-Z-Boy, my Dad kneeling on the carpet floor, right hand jerking Mr. D's cock, and left hand massaging his balls and hole. I stood paralyzed, unable to process the wild scene below me.

I couldn't see my Dad's face as he had his back to the stair. But I could clearly see Mr. D's trembling body, his closed eyes in ecstasy, his rugged, basketball player's body. He had a light love handle but stayed extremely hot for a Dad's bod. He even had the thick happy trail that his son inherited (how I came to be super knowledgeable about his son's body is story for another day).

I think Mr. D was getting very close. He kept ordering my Dad to stroke harder. This could not be their first time, given how my Dad knew his way around Mr. D's cock.

"Fuck, Tom, you're so good at this." Mr. D moaned in short breaths.

"Better than Stacy?" My Dad asked in a naughty and submissive way. I never heard him talk in that tone before.

"Stacy could never!" Mr. D's right hand traced my Dad's hair.

"oh Tom, fuck! I wanna cum in your mouth."

Hungry and eager to please, my Dad wrapped his lips over Mr. D's throbbing cock and took the whole shaft down his throat in one quick swoop. From above, I could see Mr. D's cock disappear completely into my Dad's expert mouth, Daddy's nostril rubbing against the thick, glossy public hair of Mr. D like a lush rainforest.

"I'm gonna cum. Fuck, fuck!"

That was the only warning my Dad had. But he gulped it down like a champ. I could hear slurping sounds, as my Dad swallowed hot, thick, fresh cum from his best friend. Like a well-fed and well-behaved puppy, Daddy looked up with mesmerized eyes as he licked Mr. D clean, sack to tip. He even stretched up to lick the overshot drops on Mr. D's abs.

As the heat of the moment died down, I suddenly got scared that they would discover me. That would be hell. (Did I get second-hand post-nut clarity?)

Taking advantage of the ruckus downstairs while they scrambled to put on clothes, I sneaked back into my room and peed into an empty water bottle, too afraid to even use the bathroom.

As I held the warm, faint-yellow bottle in my hand, I imagined what Mr. D's cum might feel like against my cheek, the same cum that was now gushing through and invading my Daddy's gut, making him pregnant with his best friend's babies.

I jerked myself off with one hand, and held the warm piss bottle against my cheek with the other, pretending it was Mr. D's cum.

The taboo thoughts drove me over the edge pretty quickly, and I cum all over myself, so excited that I dropped the piss bottle on my bed.

The next morning, Mr. D greeted me for breakfast as if nothing had happened. But for me, it was like a curtain of fog just got lifted. I began to notice intimate signs between the two of them that I never did before and could never unsee.

The light touches, 'accidental' brushes against the thighs and shoulder, the lingering looks for just a second too long.

"So, when is your Mum back, Hans?" Mr. D asked as he passed me a cup of milk.

"She's gone for the next two days. You should sleep over again." I replied innocently.

"Nah, your Dad has to work late in the office tonight."

"Why don't you keep me company? I could use some tutoring. That's okay, Dad?"

"Yeah, if Danny doesn't mind. School first."

"I don't mind at all." Mr. D took a sip of milk from my cup. We're close like that.

(Let me know if you want to hear about the second night. I have tingles writing about these memories, and it has been a while since I got to relive them).

(Everyone over 18)

Mr. D is Dad's best friend since high school. As I was growing up, he came over quite a bit. They would drink beer, watch sports, and just kick back. He's one of those that became household furniture! That's how familiar we've gotten with him.

This one night, my Mom was on vacation with her side of the family, an annual tradition to pay homage to ancestor's graves. My sister went with her, and it was just me, Dad, and Mr. D.

I'm normally a very deep sleeper. Mr. D used to joke that the house could collapse and I would sleep through it. It's true. One time, there was a severe thunderstorm, national emergency, and our house luckily escaped the tornado route but houses down the street got torn up. I slept through the whole thing!

Dad and Mr. D watched soccer like usual. I was having a light fever, so I excused myself early, took some NyQuil, and went to bed. I remember Dad making the joke: "He already sleeps like dead wood without NyQuil, can you imagine with it?" As my door shut loudly, I think they expected me to be out till next week!

By pure accident, I took DayQuil in a hurry. My neurons were firing all over the place. Restless, I walked befogged to the staircase (my bedroom on the second floor) to get some food from downstairs. That's when I heard moaning. It was Mr. D.

"Oh fuck yeah, tighter."

Through the spiral staircase, I got a distant glimpse of them in the living room as that was where the stair was located.

Mr. D, half-reclined over the brown leather La-Z-Boy, my Dad kneeling on the carpet floor, right hand jerking Mr. D's cock, and left hand massaging his balls and hole. I stood paralyzed, unable to process the wild scene below me.

I couldn't see my Dad's face as he had his back to the stair. But I could clearly see Mr. D's trembling body, his closed eyes in ecstasy, his rugged, basketball player's body. He had a light love handle but stayed extremely hot for a Dad's bod. He even had the thick happy trail that his son inherited (how I came to be super knowledgeable about his son's body is story for another day).

I think Mr. D was getting very close. He kept ordering my Dad to stroke harder. This could not be their first time, given how my Dad knew his way around Mr. D's cock.

"Fuck, Tom, you're so good at this." Mr. D moaned in short breaths.

"Better than Stacy?" My Dad asked in a naughty and submissive way. I never heard him talk in that tone before.

"Stacy could never!" Mr. D's right hand traced my Dad's hair.

"oh Tom, fuck! I wanna cum in your mouth."

Hungry and eager to please, my Dad wrapped his lips over Mr. D's throbbing cock and took the whole shaft down his throat in one quick swoop. From above, I could see Mr. D's cock disappear completely into my Dad's expert mouth, Daddy's nostril rubbing against the thick, glossy public hair of Mr. D like a lush rainforest.

"I'm gonna cum. Fuck, fuck!"

That was the only warning my Dad had. But he gulped it down like a champ. I could hear slurping sounds, as my Dad swallowed hot, thick, fresh cum from his best friend. Like a well-fed and well-behaved puppy, Daddy looked up with mesmerized eyes as he licked Mr. D clean, sack to tip. He even stretched up to lick the overshot drops on Mr. D's abs.

As the heat of the moment died down, I suddenly got scared that they would discover me. That would be hell. (Did I get second-hand post-nut clarity?)

Taking advantage of the ruckus downstairs while they scrambled to put on clothes, I sneaked back into my room and peed into an empty water bottle, too afraid to even use the bathroom.

As I held the warm, faint-yellow bottle in my hand, I imagined what Mr. D's cum might feel like against my cheek, the same cum that was now gushing through and invading my Daddy's gut, making him pregnant with his best friend's babies.

I jerked myself off with one hand, and held the warm piss bottle against my cheek with the other, pretending it was Mr. D's cum.

The taboo thoughts drove me over the edge pretty quickly, and I cum all over myself, so excited that I dropped the piss bottle on my bed.

The next morning, Mr. D greeted me for breakfast as if nothing had happened. But for me, it was like a curtain of fog just got lifted. I began to notice intimate signs between the two of them that I never did before and could never unsee.

The light touches, 'accidental' brushes against the thighs and shoulder, the lingering looks for just a second too long.

"So, when is your Mum back, Hans?" Mr. D asked as he passed me a cup of milk.

"She's gone for the next two days. You should sleep over again." I replied innocently.

"Nah, your Dad has to work late in the office tonight."

"Why don't you keep me company? I could use some tutoring. That's okay, Dad?"

"Yeah, if Danny doesn't mind. School first."

"I don't mind at all." Mr. D took a sip of milk from my cup. We're close like that.

(Let me know if you want to hear about the second night. I have tingles writing about these memories, and it has been a while since I got to relive them).

Ever since that day when I made Jason cum so hard it hit the ceiling, he has wanted to pay me back by seducing the hottest straight guy at the gym for me. After spreading news about the best blowjob he ever got, Rick, our straight personal trainer, wanted to try it for himself. Rick invited himself back to our room for a shower and a movie. (Everyone over 18)

Rick didn't take off his clothes in our living room. He stripped in the shower, carefully, strategically. He wasn't the type to immediately bare it all. He knew how to keep you guessing. And boy, I was!

Through the opaque shower glass, I could make out outlines of his sculpted body. And the monster between his legs. It was soft, but swinging like a horse.

"You've been staring at that shower hard!" Jason teased.

Did I detect a note of jealousy?

"The same way I've been staring at you for the past months?" I gave him back some reassurance.

"What did you tell Rick by the way?"

"I straight up told him you gave the most mind-blowing blowjob I've ever had."

"You didn't!" I stared in disbelief.

"Obviously, I didn't come up and say: 'Morning Rick, guess who gave the best blowjob in town?', I had to work it in."

"You did all that in 10 mins?"

"I'm a straight man, Hans. I know how we talk. The code language."

Suddenly, a whole new world opened up for me. If Jason could get this gorgeous man in our shower under 10 minutes, imagine what he could do for me at the bar.

The water turned off, and Rick came out in just a towel. Our mouths dropped. Did a Greek statue just come to life?

"Man, even your dorm has better water flow than our old gym."

"Probably all the jizz stuck in the drain there." Jason joked. Straight to the sex, damn.

Rick laughed confidently. His ripped abs vibrated and tensed up, defining the sculpted muscles even more.

"So, what movie are we watching?" Rick took up half the couch in the middle. His commanding presence resembled Jason's, but in an even more reassured and relaxed way.

"How about girl-on-girl porn?" Jason turned on a pre-downloaded porn on his laptop connected to the projector. Wait, when he told Rick we would watch a movie together, it was ... this kind of movie?!

Everything was happening so fast my head was spinning. Sensing my nervousness and being a nice guy, Rick took a moment to slow down.

"So, Hans, just to ... fill you in, Jason pretty much told me you think I'm hot, and you can give me the best blowjob of my life."

I was speechless.

"I didn't want to be presumptuous. But I also don't want to beat around the bush. I'm bi. And extremely horny."

Ok, this was the moment. Make or break. Jason handed me a golden opportunity, with a hunk I had been eyeing and masturbating to for months.

My instincts kicked in. I grabbed Rick's towel as he lifted his body, and in one swift motion, yanked it off completely. Rick was fully exposed, cock pointing straight up, its shadow and hardness alone could lift a whole building.

The porn was playing full-blast. A blond girl fingering a brunette girl. Rick put his arms behind his head, pushed his loin out even more, and half-closed his eyes.

I could smell the musky aroma of Rick’s skin mixed with the sharp tang of pre‑cum, an earthy tang that made my mouth water in lust.

My tongue flicked across the slit of his cock, teasing the precum that already glistened. Rick's nipples tightened and his stomach clenched in anticipation. That only made his cock harder, rigid like a rock.

I opened my mouth wide, and in one smooth descent, I took his entire cock down to the base, sealing it tight around my throat and letting my throat muscles contract around his shaft.

"Fuuuuuck!" That was the only word Rick managed to say. His entire body was trembling. Jason's eyes popped wide open. He was staring at the whole thing and could not believe his eyes.

"You took his whole cock in your mouth?! Shit. That must've taken years of practice."

My nostrils flared and mouth watered as Rick's manly scent invaded my nose. I was prepared for his big cock, but not for the intense aroma of manhood this Adonis possessed. The testosterones oozed out through every pore. Rick was a man's man.

As Rick's cock stretched my throat, Jason could see its head embossing its outline against my throat's skin. It drove him wild. I could hear the sound of his pants coming off in desperate motions, and his hand jerking himself off to the sight of me sucking our PT.

The wet suction filled our dorm room with a slick, obscene slurp. I lapped under Rick's underside and ridges like a dog, my thick tongue caressing, cushioning, wrapping around his cock the way a python enveloped its prey. Airtight, slick, and warm.

The papillae on my tongue added texture and just the right amount of friction, contrasting with Rick's smooth cock skin, making sure he felt every slide and slurp.

My hand slid down to cup Rick's balls, massaging them with a firm, rolling motion that made his back arch off the couch. When I pulled back, a thick strand of saliva stretched from my lips to the glistening tip of Rick's cock.

Rick let out a raw, animalistic sound that seemed to vibrate the very air, and Jason felt his own throat tighten as he swallowed hard, his eyes locked on to the sight of Rick's ecstasy.

My tongue licked a slow, hot line from the base to the tip, lingering at the crown where I flicked the urethral opening with the tip of my tongue before sucking hard again.

I released Rick’s cock with a wet gasp, letting the air cool his saliva-slick skin. I stroke him with my hand, slow and teasing, as I leaned forward and ran my tongue along his perineum, that sensitive bridge between his balls and asshole.

I felt him tense, a full-body shudder that rippled through his thighs. I licked in a circle around his hole, tasting the musk there, hearing the sharp intake of his breath.

Jason is moaning now, his hand a blur on his shaft, his eyes wide and blank with lust. I pressed my tongue against Rick’s entrance, just a gentle prod, and Rick let out a high, desperate whimper. That sound, that broken, needy sound was my cue.

"Get on all four." I ordered.

In the heat of passion, Rick obediently got on his hands and knees, exposing his pinky hole to me. I jerked his cock with one hand and devoured his hole with my mouth. Lapping all over that hole, prodding him relentlessly with my tongue, tickling his crack and balls. Rick was a dog in heat, unable to control himself. "Fuck, fuck, fuck", he screamed and moaned, pushing his straight hole against my tongue, greedy, desperate, curious.

Emboldened, I put one finger at the entrance. Rick could feel the difference. His body trembled in fear and anticipation. I pushed in, knuckle-deep, then all the way. Rick was so tight. My middle finger was enveloped by the walls of his insides, throbbing, sucking, squeezing hard as he breathed rapidly.

Jason fixated his gaze on us. He moved closer now to see better.

"Fuck, I can't stand it anymore. Please, someone fuck me." Rick begged. The cocky trainer was now a trembling, needy mess, exposing his pink hole for us both to use as we pleased.

(to be continued)

Ever since that day when I made Jason cum so hard it hit the ceiling, he has wanted to pay me back by seducing the hottest straight guy at the gym for me. After spreading news about the best blowjob he ever got, Rick, our straight personal trainer, wanted to try it for himself. Rick invited himself back to our room for a shower and a movie. (Everyone over 18)

Rick didn't take off his clothes in our living room. He stripped in the shower, carefully, strategically. He wasn't the type to immediately bare it all. He knew how to keep you guessing. And boy, I was!

Through the opaque shower glass, I could make out outlines of his sculpted body. And the monster between his legs. It was soft, but swinging like a horse.

"You've been staring at that shower hard!" Jason teased.

Did I detect a note of jealousy?

"The same way I've been staring at you for the past months?" I gave him back some reassurance.

"What did you tell Rick by the way?"

"I straight up told him you gave the most mind-blowing blowjob I've ever had."

"You didn't!" I stared in disbelief.

"Obviously, I didn't come up and say: 'Morning Rick, guess who gave the best blowjob in town?', I had to work it in."

"You did all that in 10 mins?"

"I'm a straight man, Hans. I know how we talk. The code language."

Suddenly, a whole new world opened up for me. If Jason could get this gorgeous man in our shower under 10 minutes, imagine what he could do for me at the bar.

The water turned off, and Rick came out in just a towel. Our mouths dropped. Did a Greek statue just come to life?

"Man, even your dorm has better water flow than our old gym."

"Probably all the jizz stuck in the drain there." Jason joked. Straight to the sex, damn.

Rick laughed confidently. His ripped abs vibrated and tensed up, defining the sculpted muscles even more.

"So, what movie are we watching?" Rick took up half the couch in the middle. His commanding presence resembled Jason's, but in an even more reassured and relaxed way.

"How about girl-on-girl porn?" Jason turned on a pre-downloaded porn on his laptop connected to the projector. Wait, when he told Rick we would watch a movie together, it was ... this kind of movie?!

Everything was happening so fast my head was spinning. Sensing my nervousness and being a nice guy, Rick took a moment to slow down.

"So, Hans, just to ... fill you in, Jason pretty much told me you think I'm hot, and you can give me the best blowjob of my life."

I was speechless.

"I didn't want to be presumptuous. But I also don't want to beat around the bush. I'm bi. And extremely horny."

Ok, this was the moment. Make or break. Jason handed me a golden opportunity, with a hunk I had been eyeing and masturbating to for months.

My instincts kicked in. I grabbed Rick's towel as he lifted his body, and in one swift motion, yanked it off completely. Rick was fully exposed, cock pointing straight up, its shadow and hardness alone could lift a whole building.

The porn was playing full-blast. A blond girl fingering a brunette girl. Rick put his arms behind his head, pushed his loin out even more, and half-closed his eyes.

I could smell the musky aroma of Rick’s skin mixed with the sharp tang of pre‑cum, an earthy tang that made my mouth water in lust.

My tongue flicked across the slit of his cock, teasing the precum that already glistened. Rick's nipples tightened and his stomach clenched in anticipation. That only made his cock harder, rigid like a rock.

I opened my mouth wide, and in one smooth descent, I took his entire cock down to the base, sealing it tight around my throat and letting my throat muscles contract around his shaft.

"Fuuuuuck!" That was the only word Rick managed to say. His entire body was trembling. Jason's eyes popped wide open. He was staring at the whole thing and could not believe his eyes.

"You took his whole cock in your mouth?! Shit. That must've taken years of practice."

My nostrils flared and mouth watered as Rick's manly scent invaded my nose. I was prepared for his big cock, but not for the intense aroma of manhood this Adonis possessed. The testosterones oozed out through every pore. Rick was a man's man.

As Rick's cock stretched my throat, Jason could see its head embossing its outline against my throat's skin. It drove him wild. I could hear the sound of his pants coming off in desperate motions, and his hand jerking himself off to the sight of me sucking our PT.

The wet suction filled our dorm room with a slick, obscene slurp. I lapped under Rick's underside and ridges like a dog, my thick tongue caressing, cushioning, wrapping around his cock the way a python enveloped its prey. Airtight, slick, and warm.

The papillae on my tongue added texture and just the right amount of friction, contrasting with Rick's smooth cock skin, making sure he felt every slide and slurp.

My hand slid down to cup Rick's balls, massaging them with a firm, rolling motion that made his back arch off the couch. When I pulled back, a thick strand of saliva stretched from my lips to the glistening tip of Rick's cock.

Rick let out a raw, animalistic sound that seemed to vibrate the very air, and Jason felt his own throat tighten as he swallowed hard, his eyes locked on to the sight of Rick's ecstasy.

My tongue licked a slow, hot line from the base to the tip, lingering at the crown where I flicked the urethral opening with the tip of my tongue before sucking hard again.

I released Rick’s cock with a wet gasp, letting the air cool his saliva-slick skin. I stroke him with my hand, slow and teasing, as I leaned forward and ran my tongue along his perineum, that sensitive bridge between his balls and asshole.

I felt him tense, a full-body shudder that rippled through his thighs. I licked in a circle around his hole, tasting the musk there, hearing the sharp intake of his breath.

Jason is moaning now, his hand a blur on his shaft, his eyes wide and blank with lust. I pressed my tongue against Rick’s entrance, just a gentle prod, and Rick let out a high, desperate whimper. That sound, that broken, needy sound was my cue.

"Get on all four." I ordered.

In the heat of passion, Rick obediently got on his hands and knees, exposing his pinky hole to me. I jerked his cock with one hand and devoured his hole with my mouth. Lapping all over that hole, prodding him relentlessly with my tongue, tickling his crack and balls. Rick was a dog in heat, unable to control himself. "Fuck, fuck, fuck", he screamed and moaned, pushing his straight hole against my tongue, greedy, desperate, curious.

Emboldened, I put one finger at the entrance. Rick could feel the difference. His body trembled in fear and anticipation. I pushed in, knuckle-deep, then all the way. Rick was so tight. My middle finger was enveloped by the walls of his insides, throbbing, sucking, squeezing hard as he breathed rapidly.

Jason fixated his gaze on us. He moved closer now to see better.

"Fuck, I can't stand it anymore. Please, someone fuck me." Rick begged. The cocky trainer was now a trembling, needy mess, exposing his pink hole for us both to use as we pleased.

(to be continued)

(Everyone over 18).

In my last story, I reminisced about seducing Jason to let me suck his cock, to prove to me that he is straight. Well, that did not go well because he cum harder than when his gf sucked him. Stacie, Jason, and I had a threesome shortly after, but I don't want to tell that story yet because it is so personal to all three of us. And I am not as close to Stacie as I am to Jason, so perhaps I should get her permission first.

This other story, however, I know I can tell because Jason himself is very proud of it. This is the story of when my straight roommate helped me reel in the second hottest guy at the gym, who is also straight.

Ever since that day when I made Jason cum so hard it hit the ceiling, he has been looking at me... in a weirdly affectionate way.

"Bro, didn't know you could work a cock like that." He smirked. That dimple accentuated his Southern charm.

"Practice makes perfect." I smugly raised my eyebrows.

"Well, I'd happily let you practice."

As if concerned about something, Jason added on:

"It doesn't make me gay, right? I'm just helping out a bro."

I knew it was the biggest pile of bullshit, but I reassured him anyway:

"Absolutely not. Every girl I've asked told me how straight you are!"

He gave me a tight squeeze on my shoulder. That was his unique way of saying how much he appreciated my compliment. We knew each other like that. We could read each other's body language and got our own inner jokes. He was like a brother I want to marry.

"Ok, I want to repay you." Jason whispered as we walked into the gym from our car.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you gave me the best bj I've ever had. I think it's only fair..."

I was so hoping he would say: "that I return the favor," but instead Jason continued,

"It's only fair I became your wingman here."

"Dude that's ok. I enjoy sucking your... you know."

"And that's what makes it so incredible. Your enthusiasm is unlike nothing I've ever seen. Girls make it feel like homework. You have the enthusiasm and desperate need to please of a Golden Retriever."

Did my roommate just call me a dog?

"Come on, Hans, there must be a guy here you like."

You mean besides you? I almost blurted out but stopped just in time.

"Rick." I gestured my head discretely.

"Our personal trainer?" Jason said agasp. "Dude, I think he's straight."

"So? You're straight and you let me ..., you know."

"Hmm ok, this will be a challenge, but I love a good challenge." Jason winked at me as we both took a good look at Rick.

Rick was a fucking vision, the kind of straight stud who made every queer guy's cock twitch. He stood at 6'4", his frame a masterpiece of sculpted muscle from endless hours pushing iron.

His skin glowed with a light tan, stretched over ridges and valleys of pure, raw, manhood. Right then, he was on the leg press machine, thighs like tree trunks flexing as he pumped the platform up and down.

Each rep made his quads bulge, veins popping across the surface like rivers on a sex map, sweat beading and trickling into his heaving chests, so plump and firm like a balloon.

His calves were diamond-cut perfection, flaring out wide at the bottom, hardening with every push, the kind you wanted to lick from tendon to the thick swell above.

He wore tiny black compression shorts that hugged his ass like a second skin, the fabric so thin it outlined the deep cleft between his glutes and the heavy bulge of his cock and balls swinging forward with each thrust.

Every time he squatted down and then up again, you could make out the peach globes pressing his cleft tighter and tighter. I am not a usual top, but that sight alone can convert any bottom into one.

"Fuck, I want to be inside that perfect ass so bad." I admitted to Jason. He laughed, amused.

"So, are you a top or a bottom?" Jason asked, still occasionally glancing at Rick.

"I am not usually a top. But look at that butt! How can someone resist?" I directed Jason's attention back at Rick.

As Rick kneeled down, his shorts rode up high on his thighs, hugging the V of his hips slicing down to his groin. A soaked white tank top clung to his torso, translucent from sweat, revealing ruby nipples perched on massive pecs. His abs were an eight-pack washboard, sweat pooling in the grooves and wetting his Calvin Klein peaking out.

He was every inch a dream hunk, 6'4" of raw, glistening sex on legs, every organ primed for worship and to dominate.

"I can see why you're into him," Jason admitted in a haze. "The guy is an Adonis."

I was taken aback by Jason's bluntness and ... gay confession. Did I just make my roommate bi?

"Fuck, I would let him pound me like a dog in heat." Jason's Southern gentleman façade disappeared. Lust stripped him bare of any pretense.

"But he is all yours. I promise you a straight man, and you will get a straight man."

Jason wasted no time in approaching Rick.

I stood afar, nervous, stealing glances at the two of them, but not often enough to cause suspicion.

Jason got the casual charm and devil-may-care bad boy's attitude that even straight men love. He could put anyone at ease.

I saw the two of them laughing, spotting each other, shrugging their shoulders in a very macho, straight-bro way. Then Jason whispered something in Rick's ear. They both looked at me. Shit, gotta look away. I could feel Rick's stare on my neck. What did Jason tell him?

After another 10 minutes, they both made their way to me.

"Hey Hans." Rick flashed me his million-dollar smile.

"Hey Rick."

"Jason said you guys are watching a movie after this. Care if I join?"

What the heck is happening? How did Jason manage this? What exactly did he say to Rick?

"Ohh... kay.. Yeah, sure." I mumbled like an idiot.

"Cool, you guys mind if I shower at your place? I hate the water pressure here."

Jason gave me an evil look, mouthing silently: "Game on."

(to be continued)

(Everyone over 18).

In my last story, I reminisced about seducing Jason to let me suck his cock, to prove to me that he is straight. Well, that did not go well because he cum harder than when his gf sucked him. Stacie, Jason, and I had a threesome shortly after, but I don't want to tell that story yet because it is so personal to all three of us. And I am not as close to Stacie as I am to Jason, so perhaps I should get her permission first.

This other story, however, I know I can tell because Jason himself is very proud of it. This is the story of when my straight roommate helped me reel in the second hottest guy at the gym, who is also straight.

Ever since that day when I made Jason cum so hard it hit the ceiling, he has been looking at me... in a weirdly affectionate way.

"Bro, didn't know you could work a cock like that." He smirked. That dimple accentuated his Southern charm.

"Practice makes perfect." I smugly raised my eyebrows.

"Well, I'd happily let you practice."

As if concerned about something, Jason added on:

"It doesn't make me gay, right? I'm just helping out a bro."

I knew it was the biggest pile of bullshit, but I reassured him anyway:

"Absolutely not. Every girl I've asked told me how straight you are!"

He gave me a tight squeeze on my shoulder. That was his unique way of saying how much he appreciated my compliment. We knew each other like that. We could read each other's body language and got our own inner jokes. He was like a brother I want to marry.

"Ok, I want to repay you." Jason whispered as we walked into the gym from our car.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you gave me the best bj I've ever had. I think it's only fair..."

I was so hoping he would say: "that I return the favor," but instead Jason continued,

"It's only fair I became your wingman here."

"Dude that's ok. I enjoy sucking your... you know."

"And that's what makes it so incredible. Your enthusiasm is unlike nothing I've ever seen. Girls make it feel like homework. You have the enthusiasm and desperate need to please of a Golden Retriever."

Did my roommate just call me a dog?

"Come on, Hans, there must be a guy here you like."

You mean besides you? I almost blurted out but stopped just in time.

"Rick." I gestured my head discretely.

"Our personal trainer?" Jason said agasp. "Dude, I think he's straight."

"So? You're straight and you let me ..., you know."

"Hmm ok, this will be a challenge, but I love a good challenge." Jason winked at me as we both took a good look at Rick.

Rick was a fucking vision, the kind of straight stud who made every queer guy's cock twitch. He stood at 6'4", his frame a masterpiece of sculpted muscle from endless hours pushing iron.

His skin glowed with a light tan, stretched over ridges and valleys of pure, raw, manhood. Right then, he was on the leg press machine, thighs like tree trunks flexing as he pumped the platform up and down.

Each rep made his quads bulge, veins popping across the surface like rivers on a sex map, sweat beading and trickling into his heaving chests, so plump and firm like a balloon.

His calves were diamond-cut perfection, flaring out wide at the bottom, hardening with every push, the kind you wanted to lick from tendon to the thick swell above.

He wore tiny black compression shorts that hugged his ass like a second skin, the fabric so thin it outlined the deep cleft between his glutes and the heavy bulge of his cock and balls swinging forward with each thrust.

Every time he squatted down and then up again, you could make out the peach globes pressing his cleft tighter and tighter. I am not a usual top, but that sight alone can convert any bottom into one.

"Fuck, I want to be inside that perfect ass so bad." I admitted to Jason. He laughed, amused.

"So, are you a top or a bottom?" Jason asked, still occasionally glancing at Rick.

"I am not usually a top. But look at that butt! How can someone resist?" I directed Jason's attention back at Rick.

As Rick kneeled down, his shorts rode up high on his thighs, hugging the V of his hips slicing down to his groin. A soaked white tank top clung to his torso, translucent from sweat, revealing ruby nipples perched on massive pecs. His abs were an eight-pack washboard, sweat pooling in the grooves and wetting his Calvin Klein peaking out.

He was every inch a dream hunk, 6'4" of raw, glistening sex on legs, every organ primed for worship and to dominate.

"I can see why you're into him," Jason admitted in a haze. "The guy is an Adonis."

I was taken aback by Jason's bluntness and ... gay confession. Did I just make my roommate bi?

"Fuck, I would let him pound me like a dog in heat." Jason's Southern gentleman façade disappeared. Lust stripped him bare of any pretense.

"But he is all yours. I promise you a straight man, and you will get a straight man."

Jason wasted no time in approaching Rick.

I stood afar, nervous, stealing glances at the two of them, but not often enough to cause suspicion.

Jason got the casual charm and devil-may-care bad boy's attitude that even straight men love. He could put anyone at ease.

I saw the two of them laughing, spotting each other, shrugging their shoulders in a very macho, straight-bro way. Then Jason whispered something in Rick's ear. They both looked at me. Shit, gotta look away. I could feel Rick's stare on my neck. What did Jason tell him?

After another 10 minutes, they both made their way to me.

"Hey Hans." Rick flashed me his million-dollar smile.

"Hey Rick."

"Jason said you guys are watching a movie after this. Care if I join?"

What the heck is happening? How did Jason manage this? What exactly did he say to Rick?

"Ohh... kay.. Yeah, sure." I mumbled like an idiot.

"Cool, you guys mind if I shower at your place? I hate the water pressure here."

Jason gave me an evil look, mouthing silently: "Game on."

(to be continued)

(Everyone over 18).

In my last story, I reminisced about seducing Jason to let me suck his cock, to prove to me that he is straight. Well, that did not go well because he cum harder than when his gf sucked him. Stacie, Jason, and I had a threesome shortly after, but I don't want to tell that story yet because it is so personal to all three of us. And I am not as close to Stacie as I am to Jason, so perhaps I should get her permission first.

This other story, however, I know I can tell because Jason himself is very proud of it. This is the story of when my straight roommate helped me reel in the second hottest guy at the gym, who is also straight.

Ever since that day when I made Jason cum so hard it hit the ceiling, he has been looking at me... in a weirdly affectionate way.

"Bro, didn't know you could work a cock like that." He smirked. That dimple accentuated his Southern charm.

"Practice makes perfect." I smugly raised my eyebrows.

"Well, I'd happily let you practice."

As if concerned about something, Jason added on:

"It doesn't make me gay, right? I'm just helping out a bro."

I knew it was the biggest pile of bullshit, but I reassured him anyway:

"Absolutely not. Every girl I've asked told me how straight you are!"

He gave me a tight squeeze on my shoulder. That was his unique way of saying how much he appreciated my compliment. We knew each other like that. We could read each other's body language and got our own inner jokes. He was like a brother I want to marry.

"Ok, I want to repay you." Jason whispered as we walked into the gym from our car.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you gave me the best bj I've ever had. I think it's only fair..."

I was so hoping he would say: "that I return the favor," but instead Jason continued,

"It's only fair I became your wingman here."

"Dude that's ok. I enjoy sucking your... you know."

"And that's what makes it so incredible. Your enthusiasm is unlike nothing I've ever seen. Girls make it feel like homework. You have the enthusiasm and desperate need to please of a Golden Retriever."

Did my roommate just call me a dog?

"Come on, Hans, there must be a guy here you like."

You mean besides you? I almost blurted out but stopped just in time.

"Rick." I gestured my head discretely.

"Our personal trainer?" Jason said agasp. "Dude, I think he's straight."

"So? You're straight and you let me ..., you know."

"Hmm ok, this will be a challenge, but I love a good challenge." Jason winked at me as we both took a good look at Rick.

Rick was a fucking vision, the kind of straight stud who made every queer guy's cock twitch. He stood at 6'4", his frame a masterpiece of sculpted muscle from endless hours pushing iron.

His skin glowed with a light tan, stretched over ridges and valleys of pure, raw, manhood. Right then, he was on the leg press machine, thighs like tree trunks flexing as he pumped the platform up and down.

Each rep made his quads bulge, veins popping across the surface like rivers on a sex map, sweat beading and trickling into his heaving chests, so plump and firm like a balloon.

His calves were diamond-cut perfection, flaring out wide at the bottom, hardening with every push, the kind you wanted to lick from tendon to the thick swell above.

He wore tiny black compression shorts that hugged his ass like a second skin, the fabric so thin it outlined the deep cleft between his glutes and the heavy bulge of his cock and balls swinging forward with each thrust.

Every time he squatted down and then up again, you could make out the peach globes pressing his cleft tighter and tighter. I am not a usual top, but that sight alone can convert any bottom into one.

"Fuck, I want to be inside that perfect ass so bad." I admitted to Jason. He laughed, amused.

"So, are you a top or a bottom?" Jason asked, still occasionally glancing at Rick.

"I am not usually a top. But look at that butt! How can someone resist?" I directed Jason's attention back at Rick.

As Rick kneeled down, his shorts rode up high on his thighs, hugging the V of his hips slicing down to his groin. A soaked white tank top clung to his torso, translucent from sweat, revealing ruby nipples perched on massive pecs. His abs were an eight-pack washboard, sweat pooling in the grooves and wetting his Calvin Klein peaking out.

He was every inch a dream hunk, 6'4" of raw, glistening sex on legs, every organ primed for worship and to dominate.

"I can see why you're into him," Jason admitted in a haze. "The guy is an Adonis."

I was taken aback by Jason's bluntness and ... gay confession. Did I just make my roommate bi?

"Fuck, I would let him pound me like a dog in heat." Jason's Southern gentleman façade disappeared. Lust stripped him bare of any pretense.

"But he is all yours. I promise you a straight man, and you will get a straight man."

Jason wasted no time in approaching Rick.

I stood afar, nervous, stealing glances at the two of them, but not often enough to cause suspicion.

Jason got the casual charm and devil-may-care bad boy's attitude that even straight men love. He could put anyone at ease.

I saw the two of them laughing, spotting each other, shrugging their shoulders in a very macho, straight-bro way. Then Jason whispered something in Rick's ear. They both looked at me. Shit, gotta look away. I could feel Rick's stare on my neck. What did Jason tell him?

After another 10 minutes, they both made their way to me.

"Hey Hans." Rick flashed me his million-dollar smile.

"Hey Rick."

"Jason said you guys are watching a movie after this. Care if I join?"

What the heck is happening? How did Jason manage this? What exactly did he say to Rick?

"Ohh... kay.. Yeah, sure." I mumbled like an idiot.

"Cool, you guys mind if I shower at your place? I hate the water pressure here."

Jason gave me an evil look, mouthing silently: "Game on."

(to be continued)

Everyone over 18.

Recap of Part 1: a group of straight classmates wanted to try fucking for the first time but they could not find a girl. I volunteered my thighs to be used for their pleasure. The ringleader already cum, after making me wear a sister's black bras and red lipstick to look like a slutty girl. His Second-in-Command stepped up, and instead of fucking the gap between my thighs, he had a different idea.

Now before we dive into the demented ideas this second boy had for me, I have to tell you why this boy is more special than the rest.

His name is Henry, and God spent a lot of time on him.

Shoulders broad like a warrior with waist so slim a girl could get jealous, Henry didn't know he was hot. He also didn't know I had a crush on him since the first day I laid eyes on him in Math period.

I sat next to Henry, and could smell his sweaty armpits from football practice. He had eyelashes so thick and lush they resembled the Amazon rainforest, always slightly moist and glossy with the mist of youth. Henry was perfection. In fact, my gay awakening was thanks to or because of him.

One afternoon, I got to class early because Dad had to attend an early operation and dropped me off half an hour before. I walked in, and here he was, shirtless, lying on the teacher's table without a worry in the world.

His eyes were closed, chest heaving with each breath. His youth was so delicious, exuding from every pore. I could see his shirt hung over a chair to dry, as he absorbed the sunshine during lunch break recess. The boys in my school liked to get in a quick practice before the afternoon periods. Got their blood pumping, they claimed. And it was just my luck that Henry would be lying bare with his pink nipples pointy in the air for my eyes to feast on. I stood like a frozen statue, speechless, horned up, afraid to move lest he notice and put his shirt back on.

From where I was standing, Henry's shorts opened right in my face, revealing partially his white jock inside. The sweat seeped through and exposed the outline of his flaccid cock and youthful pubes. I was so aroused. Here I was, with the boy I had a crush on for the last 2 years, having pictured him naked in every spank bank I had. And he just gave it to me, out of nowhere. I took in every inch of his body, you know, to use later...

Instinctively, I started rubbing the front of my khakis, matching the rhythm to his breathing. Thank God for school. This was so very erotic.

All of a sudden, I made the mistake of rubbing too hard and made a slight noise. Henry opened his eyes and squinted.

"Hey, Hans... oh sorry... I was just drying myself before class."

"No big deal," I immediately yanked my hand away from my junk, hoping he didn't notice.

"I didn't... hear you come in. How long have you been standing there?" Henry was a smart kid, physics major.

"I... er..." I couldn't lie. It would have been too obvious. I also couldn't tell the truth: "Hey dude, I was just jerking off to your delicious shirtless torso, no biggie..."

Imagine if I had said that... Henry would have shunned me for life.

So, I made up a half-truth: "I got here a while ago and didn't want to wake you up." I conveniently left out the reason why.

"Why didn't you take a seat?" Henry pressed on.

Damn, it wasn't gonna be easy to pull the wool over this smartie.

"Ok... look, please don't tell anyone. I ... I was admiring your body, kay?"

I buried my eyes down to my shoes, too embarrassed to look at him.

"I'm flattered? But... I thought you were straight?"

"Well, I'm also flattered?" I didn't know how to respond to that.

"Look, Henry, I don't know what I am yet... and I'd really, really love it if you could keep this between us."

"How many shirtless boys have you stared at?" Henry smirked.

"What?!" I coughed. Henry's sudden change of tone startled me. What was he getting at?!

"You heard me."

"Well, in magazines and TV, I don't know... maybe 20?"

"Slut! How about in real life?"

"Just you"

"Well, I feel honored." Henry winked and smiled. His dimples were so God-damn adorable.

"You're not like the rest of them, you know?" I confessed.

"How do you mean?"

"The cool jocks you hung out with? I could tell you have a sensitive side."

"Takes one to know one." There he went again with that gorgeous smile. How many hearts had he stolen?

"Why do you keep hanging out with them? Do you even... enjoy their company?"

"To be honest, I just wanted to fit in... When my Dad and I moved here, we didn't know anybody. I was terrified of being the new kid, so, when one of them asked me to join, I did." His eyes looked to the distance, reminiscing.

"Just you and your Dad?"

"Yeah...," Henry hesitated, but then something flipped in his mind in one instant:

"My Mom passed away from pneumonia, and we moved here from up North."

"I'm so sorry..."

"Honestly, most of the time at home, it was very empty and lonely, so... I take what I can get."

"I didn't mean to judge..."

"Don't worry. I knew what you meant. Even I asked myself that question."

"Did you have any close friends back home?"

"I had a girlfriend."

"Oh?" I asked, disappointedly.

"But we broke up cause we wanted different things."

"Oh." I had to resist sounding too hopeful.

"You've been wanting to ask if I'm gay." He looked me in the eyes.

"Hey it's ok if you don't wanna tell me..."

"Look I've had a lot to deal with this past year, ok? Maybe I don't want another 'thing' on my plate."

"I get it. This place is tough enough to survive."

"When my Mom passed, my Dad completely crumbled inside... I had to become her and take care of him at home..." His eyes got a little misty.

He continued: "Maybe I just wanna be carefree at school for a little bit longer..., do some dumb shit, get in trouble..."

"I'm some dumb shit, do me." I mentally kicked myself in the crotch the minute those words came out of my mouth. I'm some dumb shit, do me? What kind of a lame pick-up line is that?!

Luckily, he found it funny and laughed out loud.

"Hey you're pretty good-looking yourself, you know? Losing my virginity to you wouldn't be the worst idea..."

I had to adjust myself after that comment. My erection was poking out again. The bell rang and I was saved by it. Hoards of students poured in like zombies. We each got to our seats as Henry put his shirt back on. Damn.

So, losing his virginity to me wouldn't be the worst idea huh?

---

Now we are all caught up.

Let's get back to the night.

Henry kneeled in front of my kneed up thighs, taking the leader's place. Six boys stood over us and the leader's cum was still dripping from my thighs.

His eyes caught mine. Was he jealous? Excited? Nervous? The boy I liked and who probably liked me back just watched me get used by his leader, knowing five other boys were in line after him to use me.

He took out a pair of see-through lace panties. Without saying a single word, Henry slipped them through my legs, slowly grazed them up my thighs. The leader's cum stuck to the black panties, wetting them. Henry pulled the panties all the way up my crotch, its back pressed into a thin line and got swallowed between my butt-crack.

"Holy Shit, he looks like a girl now!" One of the other boys shouted, excitedly.

Henry stretched his muscular body over mine, our bodies half an inch apart as his hair grazed against mine. His head reached my black bras. He lifted them, revealing my pink nipples underneath. He took each one into his mouth, licking, teasing, sucking. At one point, he used his tongue to press my nipple against the back of his front tooth, causing me to moan out loud.

"Oh fuck, he's really turning him on." Another boy exclaimed.

Henry just ignored them and focused his entire attention on me. Was he... putting on a show? Here? Now? It felt a little dangerous. If we seemed to enjoy it too much, we might as well just oust ourselves.

"Cover his head with a pillow, leave the lips." Henry gave the order to one of the five.

My vision went completely dark, which only heightened my other senses.

I could hear Henry unbuckle his belt, take off his jeans, boxers, and ... ball them up?

Before I realized what was going on, he reached under the pillow and shoved his boxers into my mouth, gagging me. His manhood's overwhelmingly musky and intoxicating scent invaded my nose like the Battle of Normandy.

Henry used the leader's cum to wet something and felt around for my hole. No, no, no, was he serious?!

It was dead silent. All the other boys held their breath. They were also excited to see what happened next.

Nobody expected him to go this far. Henry put his cum-slicked finger into my hole and I groaned gutturally.

My tight hole constricted around his finger, suddenly defending me against this obnoxious invasion.

I didn't want him to stop.

As his first finger went knuckle-deep, Henry reached for my nipple and squeezed it hard with the other hand.

"Oh Dude, you are so good at this." One boy admired Henry.

Spurred on by the cheering, Henry pushed his second finger into my hole. I arched my back.

"Fuck! How many can he take?" The same boy scooped down to take a better look.

"Hey, back off, he's mine." Henry marked his territory.

Immediately, they obeyed and gave him space.

"Okay, this third one will be tough, so I'm gonna give you a distraction."

He took my left ear into his mouth and began to eat it like his life depended on it.

My eyes almost popped out. It felt so... fucking good.

I was leaking pre-cum like crazy, staining the already-stained panties.

As I opened up, Henry pushed the third finger in. Pain mixed with pleasure, I felt so scared but also so safe at the same time.

He was the first to be inside me.

I took some time to adjust to his three fingers. His artist's hair flopped down and covered his mouth from the rest of the boys. In that rare moment of privacy, he kissed my ear and whispered softly enough for just me to hear: "I've been waiting to be inside you since we first met."

With that he took his fingers out and I felt an immediate void.

He kneeled back up and pressed his throbbing cockhead against my loosened hole.

"Ready for the real thing?" He teased.

"Holy Shit, he's gonna do it. Fuck!" The six boys couldn't hold in their excitement.

Part III will come out shortly, Shorty!

This true story, I never told anyone. (Everyone over 18 and consenting). Part II

Anyway, here goes:

I was in school when a bunch of straight friends (very horny)

decided to use each other for pleasure.

Those were the coolest guys in school. They were good at sports, well-dressed. But due to religious families being very conservative, none of them got the balls to do it for real with a girl.

They figured: if no penetration, no sin against God.

They set a date: one of the guys' Dad will be out of town on a business trip. The whole house to themselves. Now, I am referring to them without including myself because up until this point, I was still an outsider. I wasn't cool enough to hang with the cool dudes. I only overheard them talking about how they would go about "experimenting".

Their idea was kinda dumb. I had to try really hard to keep quiet and not burst out laughing.

They would use each other's thighs, more specifically, the gap in between, to thrust in and out, in and out.

Being all virgins, they were very inexperienced and concerned with how to lubricate. Back then (I grew up in the 90's), the internet was not full of info like now. So, it was hard for them to "research".

One suggested butter. Then they asked another if he could steal the KY from his older brother - he then proceeded to refuse and protest ("Why should I be the one to stick my neck out?!"). Finally, they all chipped in to buy a bottle of lube at the nearby pharmacy. The way they pushed each other to ask first was hilarious. I drifted around to witness the whole thing (discretely of course).

The big day came (no pun intended). They were all so excited because this would be the first time they used something other than their own fist to get off.

I needed to be invited to this cool party (okay, I admit it: I put it down but deep inside, I wanted to be included so bad). So, I pretended to be an expert. Made up a story of how I tried the same with a girl (because she didn't want penetration), and it went amazing. I got major kudos and respect for having gone that far with a girl. I made sure to drop the casual story to my buddy in the cafeteria, sitting within eardrum's distance to all of them. Of course, the erotic details of my fake story caught their attention. They all pretended to stare at their Samsung flip phones, but I knew all ears were on me. I proceeded to describe in vivid details to my buddy how I taught the girl to cross her legs a certain way so the gap would be tighter. This last tip was the nail in the coffin, sealing the deal. Immediately after class, one of the boys (I'm assuming the gang leader), stopped me before I went out the door. He asked whether the story in the cafeteria was real. I said: of course. Then he asked if I would mind showing them how to position the legs. I pretended to be coy and asked if they got a girl? His face turned red like a tomato and he finally admitted that they were going to do it to one another. I said, cool beans, it definitely did not make you gay. That reassurance made him trust me more. And I finally made my offer: "How about I play the doll for all of you to experiment on? I've done it with a girl, and I know how to make it feel exactly like a vagina."

The fact that I was not one of them actually helped. This way, it would not be so awkward. They all agreed.

That night, we met at the leader's house. His Dad would come back in the morning, so we got the whole night to ourselves. 7 guys, nervous, excited, standing in front of me, as I crossed my legs and rubbed the lube around the gap of my thighs. It glistened. The leader went in first. I lifted my thighs up, so he had direct access to the gap. The minute his dick went in, he gasped. He wasn't hung enough for it to poke out the other end of my thighs (but one of the other six later would).

I pressed my thighs together to squeeze his dick, as he slowly thrust in and out, in and out. "Oh fuck, this feels like the real deal." He moans, forgetting that his friends were there.

They all held their breath and witnessed this act intently.

"Hey, would you be cool with wearing this?" I looked up as one of the other six held black bras in his hand. He got it from his older sister.

I complied, took off my shirt, and put on the bras.

This seemed to make all of them go wild.

The leader grab my bras with his hands, honking them. My firm swimmer's pecs responded to his touch.

"Oh you're so firm." I didn't know if it was supposed to be a compliment. Girls' breasts were not supposed to be firm.

"Can we put some lipstick on him?"

One of the six held out a cherry red lipstick. At this point, I stopped trying to figure out how they even got their hands on these things. They must have all come prepared. This was a big deal for all of them.

Again, I complied and put on the lipstick. It made my lips look extremely girly and slutty.

I asked one of the six to come closer and point his white boxers directly at my face. Then, I gave it a little kiss. The red lipstick stuck on his white boxers. This sent the leader over the edge. He started to shake and cum so profusely into my thighs. His juice dripped under my thighs onto the carpet below, staining it. He held on to my butt for balance, as he tried to regain his strength. The post-nut clarity hit him fast, and he quickly withdrew his dick from my boy thighs.

The second boy stepped up. I think he was the Lieutenant of this group, right behind the leader.

"I'm next. And I wanna try something else."

Let me know if you guys want to know more. This was my first time ever, and till this date, I often jerk off to this memory.

Part II

Everyone over 18.
I am a proper person. A gentleman. I go to church. I turn in my homework on time. I am very proper.

Mother's Day, flowers for Mom. I wear my white button-up dress shirt and navy jeans to the floral shop. Got to look proper in public.

The store clerk wears this 80's retro tight pants with patterned short-sleeves. I take a couple of glances. He has his two top buttons undone.

I focus on my task at hand. That's what good boys do. No distraction. Yellow roses, what Mom likes.

Check-out time. I hand him $20 bill. He holds on to my hand for a little bit too long. Those lips. Why are they so moist?

As if he could sense my erection, he steps out from behind the counter. I just stand there, confused, scared, excited.

Then I look down. He has the biggest bulge I've ever seen. He starts to unzip. What is happening? I don't do this. I don't hook up with strangers in public places. Anybody can walk in. People here know me. The church. They will ban me for life.

His monster springs to life. It is huge. So fucking huge. It casts a shadow the size of Mount Everest. My eyes roll back to my skull so hard I almost go blind. Fuck, is it even humanly possible? I forget to breathe.

He gestures for me to kneel. I obey. How can I not? That thing has a power on its own. It can move mountains. I am just a man.

I start to lick. Salty. "Take it all in," he moans.

I open wide like I am at the dentist's. Half of it's finally in. I choke. No, I am a good boy. I will take it all. In that moment, nothing matters but his approval. I can't fail at this.

I take a deep breath, and use all my God-given strength to open my mouth and throat as wide as I can. Almost there. When the base hits my lips and his pubic hair blocks my nose, I almost pass out. I think it reaches my stomach. Fuck. This is insane.

I start to bop on it. Veiny. Throbbing. I see stars. He grabs my hair and starts to throat-fuck me. Like I am just a toy. That is what I am. And I'm ok with that.

He uses my throat for his pleasure. So hot. The traffic outside cannot drown his moans.

"I'm gonna cum," he announces.

No mercy. He never stops. I can feel his veins pulsing. I can feel the sperm being suctioned from his sacks to his tip. I can feel the first squirt, and then immediately after, a gush of cum flooding my mouth. I drink, swallow, gulp it down as fast as I can. Good boys don't spit.

It must be a full two minutes. Oh God, he comes so much. I have never felt so full in my entire life. I don't even have time to taste it. Just gulp it down like a Big Gulp at Buc-ee's,

When he is done cuming, he takes his dick out from my mouth and holds it in front of my lips. I know what to do. I lick it clean, every single stain. I am his servant now.

"Good boy," he slaps it playfully across my cheek. I wish he would slap me harder. I deserve it.

"It's 19.99. Here's your one cent back." I take the change with trembling hand. Did I just meet God?

We never say anything else. But I swear on my own grave, I will be back. My Mom deserves flowers every day.

Author's note: I don't usually post on Tuesdays. But this memory keeps popping up lately because I'm so horny. Hope you guys enjoy. Check back for more.