r/BiStoriesGoneWild

Back in college, I was 21 and in my third year. Our campus had no shortage of insanely attractive guys, but almost all of them were aggressively straight. I used to fantasize about a few of them constantly, especially during hostel nights after smoking or drinking, but I never imagined anything would actually happen.

This story is about one guy from our rival group.
He was 22, dusky, muscular, and carried himself like he owned every room he entered. Even though our gangs hated each other half the time, he used to hang out with us often — smoking, drinking, playing cards, getting into fights. He had this naturally dominant personality that intimidated everyone. On birthdays he would “beat” people as a joke, but honestly I think he enjoyed giving pain a little too much.

And his bulge… impossible not to notice.
Every time he wore joggers, people stared. I tried not to, but I always did. In my head, I had already imagined what it would feel like to touch him.
One evening we were all playing cards in a hostel room when he walked in and said he wanted to join. There wasn’t enough space, so he casually pulled me onto his lap while everyone kept playing like it was nothing.

The second I felt him pressed against me, my brain stopped working.
I still remember how warm his body felt, how confidently he held my waist while talking normally to everyone else. I was trying so hard not to react. My heart was racing so badly that after a few minutes I made some excuse and left the game completely.

A few days later, he came to my room with some friends to smoke in the afternoon. Slowly everyone left for their own rooms to sleep, but since his room was far away, he stayed back.
We ended up sharing my tiny single bed. That part honestly felt normal at first.
But sometime later, while he was half asleep beside me, curiosity took over. I slowly moved my hand toward him and brushed against his bulge.
It was massive.

I got scared he would wake up, so I immediately turned around pretending to sleep. A few seconds later, I suddenly felt his body press against mine from behind.
Then his hand grabbed me.
My entire body froze.

His hand slipped inside my underwear and he squeezed me hard enough to make me gasp. Within seconds I was completely hard. Without saying much, he took my hand and placed it on him.
That’s when I realized he had already pulled his underwear down.

I started stroking him slowly while my heart pounded like crazy. He leaned closer, rough and impatient, trying to guide my face down toward him. I was terrified someone would knock on the door, but at the same time I couldn’t stop.

Everything felt unreal.

He was bigger than I had imagined, and honestly I panicked. Part of me wanted him badly, but another part of me was genuinely scared. He started touching me more aggressively, trying to relax me while I shook from nervousness.

We didn’t have anything except a small bottle of oil in the room, and the whole situation felt rushed, messy, dangerous… which somehow made it even more intense.

But when things started becoming too real, I lost my nerve. I told him I couldn’t do it. He tried to put it inside my hole thrice but it was not going as he was massive n my hole was very tight. Tears on my eyes.
For a few seconds he just stared at me silently. Then he pulled his underwear back on, got up, and walked out without saying a word.

The next day he acted completely normal, like none of it had happened.
But the truth is… even though I was scared, I couldn’t stop thinking about him after that.
And then one night around 3 AM, there was a knock on my hostel door.
I opened it.
It was him.
Drunk. High. And looking straight at me.
Part 2 was where things really changed.

If you haven’t read it yet, search caught part 1 and read prior to reading this!

It had been a couple months since my wife’s friend had visited. She usually visited every 2 months, so I knew it would be soon. 

I received a lot of messages asking if she was hot. While I do find her attractive, she is not the supermodel that some had hoped for. Valerie is a mom of 4, has a pretty face, about 5’8 and I’d guess 180-200. She has a nice set of C cups, and a total pear shaped body with a thin waist and a giant ass. She always jokes about her “breeding hips.” 

Recently, she reached out to me on Facebook messenger on a Monday because she didn’t have my phone number, and said she would be heading down for the weekend. She would get into town on Thursday, leaving Sunday. I explained that I was off Thursday, but my wife was not, and she answered:

“I know, I already talked to Sarah.”

We made a plan. She would keep me up to date on her arrival time. I would find “a friend” to have over when she was arriving so she could silently walk in on us again. The setup would be the same as last time, in the living room on the couch.

Valerie then reminded me that she was not going to tell my wife about it, but she easily could if I changed my mind. After the first time, I knew I was locked into this. 

Thursday came, and my wife woke up and left for work. I was enjoying my day off, anxiously awaiting. Valerie’s arrival. I was debating if I wanted to tell the guy I was going to hook up with, whoever it was, about the arrangement. 

I decided I would not. Valerie messaged me and said she was about an hour and a half away. 

I hopped on Sniffies and fired up Grindr. I hit up a few of the guys I had hooked up with in the past, including the guy she caught me with the first time, and received no replies. She was about 40 min out when I found a guy on sniffies who looked promising:  Visiting from Mississippi,  45 years old, 6’5, 250 lbs with an 8” BBC! When I saw the photo of his big, black, veiny dick my mouth immediately began to water. It curved to the right, and looked thicker at the base than at the tip. Im not always attracted to men, but I am always attracted to a gorgeous cock like his. 

We chatted back and forth briefly, he told me that he tended to be more of a dominant top, and I said I was good with that. Soon after he was on his way!

When he parked his car in front of my house, I sent Valerie a quick message that he was here and the side door would be open. 

I watched him walk up to the house wearing black basketball shorts and a Milwaukee Bucks T-shirt. I could see the bulge in his shorts swaying from side to side as he walked. I met him at the door, and we walked into the living room. 

“This work?” I asked. 

“Yeah man, this works.” He said as he pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them. His cock hung there, half hard, and it swayed side to side as he took off his shirt. He looked at my L shaped couch, then sat in the corner.

I was already slipping off my athletic pants and my t shirt as he took off his. A second after he sat down, I was on my knees in front of him. I ran my hands up his thighs, then slowly moved in and ran my tongue along the top of his cock. He just sat there, motionless. I could feel he was tense. 

I ran my tongue back down along the top of his cock until I got to the head, then ran my tongue around his head a couple times before I took him into my mouth. 

He let out a groan, and I could immediately feel his cock getting harder in my mouth. 

God damn he tasted good! 

I sucked hard as I slid slowly up and down his cock. The curve offered a bit of a challenge, and I ended up positioning myself a little to my left to work on his cock. 

After a couple minutes of sucking, he started to relax a little more, but I could still feel the tension in his legs. I took my mouth off of the end of his dick with a slurping sound. 

“You can relax man” I said 

“I’m always nervous about getting caught when I hook up with married guys” he replied. 

“Not gonna happen here man, my wife is at work.”

He took a deep breath, then laid his head back on the couch. I could feel the tension leave his legs.

“K” he said. 

I picked up his cock with my hand and ran my tongue up and down the shaft a couple times, then sucked on each of his balls before coming back up and taking his big dick back in my mouth. He seemed bigger than 8” to me. 

I hoped Valerie had arrived in time for the show! 

I continued to work on his big black dick, nice and slow and deliberate. As he relaxed, he started to moan and groan more, so I knew he was finally starting to really enjoy it. I wanted to savor every inch of his cock, I was in no rush. 

After some time, he tensed up again for a moment, then he ran his left hand through my hair, then grabbed a hold of it and took control of the pace, speeding it up. 

“You like that dick, don’t you?” He asked 

“MmmmmHmmmm” I answered as I made eye contact, with a mouth full of cock. 

“Good, cause I love you little married cocksuckers…..” he said as he held my head still, looked at me, and then started to thrust his hips forward. 

“Yeah that’s right, suck that dick you married bitch.” 

It was like he flipped a switch from chill to aggressive, and I was all about it. My cock was hard as a rock and leaking like crazy. 

He stopped fucking my mouth and pushed my down onto his cock. It hit the back of my throat, and wouldn’t slide in. 

He pushed harder. 

I struggled not to gag, as he pushed my head down harder and harder. He pulled my head off his dick, then looked at me and said:

 “You had better throat this dick…”

I barely had time to take a breath before he shoved my head back onto his cock and pushed me all the way down again. I struggled to relax my throat muscles as his cock head pushed against it. 

Then he thrust his hips forward and his cock shot down my throat, sending a wave of pain with it. My eyes watered as he held his cock down my throat. 

“Yeah thats it. Thats how you do it bitch” he said as he ground his hips in a circular motion. He then pulled my head back, made eye contact with me, and pushed my head back down onto his cock, ramming it back down my throat. 

He repeated this process several times. The BJ had gone from nice and controlled, to wet and sloppy in a matter of minutes. 

I was loving being used like that. 

He pushed my head back. 

“Stand up!” He ordered. 

I did. Then he stood up. We stood face to face and he reached down and grabbed my cock. It was still rock hard. He looked down, then shook his hips and slapped his cock against mine. My 6.5” looked tiny compared to his. 

“Get on your back on that couch, Im gonna fuck that ass.” 

I did as I was told, lying down with my head in the corner of the couch. He stood above me, pulled me towards the edge, then pushed my legs back. I get him slap my hole with the head of his cock, then he spit, and I get his head start to push against my hole. 

“Damn thats a tight hole.” he said. 

“You better let me in.”

He pushed harder, and harder, and I could feel his head start to penetrate as I did my best to relax as we kept eye contact.  

His head just popped in, and I was flooded with both pleasure and pain at the same time.  He stopped for a second. 

“You like that dick dont you…”

“Fuck Yes….” I answered. 

“Good.” He said as he pulled out his head, spit his cock, then pushed it back in again, only this time he didn’t stop. Again I was flooded with pleasure and pain as he pushed that thick, curved BBC into my hole. I squirmed under him as he pushed it in to the hilt, then ground his hips around. 

My cock was no longer hard, it was just a small, leaking stub. Using his left hand he grabbed both my ankles, and held my legs up, then he grabbed it with his right hand.

“This is how you know you’re a bitch.” He said. He let it go, then started to pinch his nipples as he slid his cock in and out slowly. 

That didn’t last long, and slowly he started to fuck harder, and faster. Every once in a while, I managed to let out a moan as he relentlessly pounded my hole. Soon I couldn’t control it, and was manning every time he thrust into me. 

He continued to pound me with increasing aggression until suddenly he just stopped, pushed his cock in to the hilt, and looked at me.

“Yeah, take this nut you married bitch. Take this real man nut in your hole.” 

“Fuck yeah, give it to me” I replied. 

He finished coming, then slid in and out of me a few times before stepping back. He let go of my ankles and continued to step back, his big dick covered in our juices. I put my feet on the floor and felt his load running out of me onto the couch. 

“Want me to clean you off?” I asked. 

“Nah, I gotta bounce.” He said as he walked over to his shorts and then got dressed. 

“Imma save that to stroke to later” he said. 

I stood up and could feel his cum start to run down my legs. As he walked to the door, he said: “I come to Milwaukee once a month for work, we should do this again.” 

“For sure.” I said as he let himself out. 

 Valerie’s voice came from behind me: “Well that was fucking hot” 

I turned, and stood there naked as she looked at me. She was wearing a gray hooded sweatshirt and some gray sweatpants. 

“Thanks.” I replied. “Our secret right?”

“Oh, everyone has secrets, and your’s is good with me.” She said. “So you like to suck cock, do you like to eat pussy too?” 

“I don’t like it, I love it.” I replied. 

“Good. I’ve been sitting in a car all day, and after seeing that, my pussy needs attention. Did Sarah ever tell you that she lived with my and my first husband in Michigan for a year?” She asked. 

“Yes.” I answered.

“Did she ever tell you that she used to fuck my husband while I was at work?” She asked as she walked over to the couch, untied her sweatpants, and let them drop to the floor, revealing her purple panties. 

“She did not.”

“Well she did. I didn’t really care at the time, I just wish she would have told me.”  Valerie looked at me as she slid  her panties down, then sat in the corner of the couch, right by the spot where I was just railed. 

“So, is this revenge?” I asked. 

“Not at all, Whats good for the goose is good for the gander. Now get over here and eat my pussy….”

Who was I to say no?

   

We had been chatting through the week. He's a 56 year old married guy, and his pictures were pretty hot. Smooth, muscular otter body. We both felt at ease after chatting our desires for about a week. He came into town with his wife and we planned on meeting in the afternoon at their hotel while she was out. He hadn't been with a guy since March and was new to meet ups. I prefer attached/married guys. His cock in his photos were so hot but nothing prepared me for how unbelievably hot this guy was. For an older guy his body was model perfect, normally i'm into thicker guys but he was clean cut, freshly showered and naked on the hotel couch. It was a one bedroom suite facing the ocean. He left the hotel door ajar for me to walk in on him stroking his cock watching two girls go at it on his lap top. I sat down next to him and just stared at his solid body as he said "Hey" I gently rubbed his inner thigh and grabbed his cock, it had gotten hard and it was beautiful. Perfect size, about seven inches with plenty of girth. I bet his wife enjoys getting fucked by it. I felt up his stomach and abs as well as. I couldn't help but getting down on my knees between his legs and tasting it. I could feel his relief as he moaned while I slowly licked his head in a circle and then proceeded to devour his cock with my mouth, slowly at first and then fast. I licked his balls and his taint and right above his ass, this drove him insane. He smelled so good/clean, and had shaven down below. I felt him up with my right hand as I kept sucking his cock, looking up at him once in awhile to see how good it felt.

To me I felt so good on my knees, being a whore for married cock. I almost didn't follow through but I was so horny for a nice cock the last week. I took his cock all the way down my throat and could feel him moaning and getting harder, as I grabbed his ass with both of my hands, this drove him wilder, after a few minutes of me on my knees with him on the couch he stood up where I could grab his ass better with both hands and suck him at the same time. He grabbed my head and pulled me into him slowly back and forth and I said "Is this good? You're so fucking hot man". I kept one hand on his ass the other on his cock with my mouth going in and out licking his throbbing head at the same time. He pulled away, shivering "I don't want to cum yet...Slowly". I grabbed his cock and pulled him back slowly licking circles around his head and giving quick pulsing licks underneath it as well. I could feel him throbbing and just getting absolutely harder and harder, this drove me wilder because the thought of him cumming in my mouth turned me on so much. I wasn't planning on swallowing at all. I kept sucking him slow but then picked up the pace where he just couldn't hold it in anymore "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I just kept sucking him and feeling his head and cock throb as he pulsed his cum in my mouth. The warmth and sweetness of it made me rock hard, his entire body was shaking as he drained his balls right into my mouth. I swallowed every bit of it as he exploded. I kept sucking until he got soft but he had to pull away because it got too sensitive. I sat there licking my lips tasting every drop of his delicious cum. He sat back on the couch with a big smile "wow man...That was incredible" "Yeah man...that was fucking hot".

I could've kept sucking him until he got hard again but I had to get back and he had to go pick up his wife.

I came back to my place and was chatting with him telling him how hot he is and how amazing his cock was. If he was local i'd make him my regular cock to suck. This is a true story and it happened today this afternoon.

Everyone is 18+

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I pulled up to my folks place after that long-ass drive, feeling pretty pumped about kicking back for a few days. Just me, Mom, Dad, some home-cooked shit, maybe catch a game or two on the big screen. Normal family time, you know? I knocked on the door with my duffel slung over my shoulder, grinning like an idiot.  About my brother, let’s just forget about him.

But the second Dad saw me standing there, his face lit up in that scheming way. "Hey, sport! Perfect timing." Before I could even drop my bag, he was already grabbing Mom's coat and talking about some spontaneous getaway they’d been meaning to do. "We’ve got that little bed and breakfast reservation up north. You can hold down the fort, right? Free food, your old room... all yours."

Great. Just what I fucking needed. 

Drove all this way to play house-sitter while they bang out a romantic trip.

Mom was rushing around, yelling over her shoulder as they headed for the car. "There’s fruit in the fridge, honey! And tons of leftovers from last night’s neighborhood cookout... lasagna, grilled chicken, that potato salad. Just heat it up, don’t let it go to waste!" She blew me a kiss, slammed the door, and they were gone, tires crunching on the gravel like they couldn’t wait to ditch me.

I stood there in the empty foyer for a second, jaw tight. "Yeah, sure, have fun," I muttered, then shouted it louder toward the driveway even though they were already pulling away. 

Fuck this. 

I tossed my bag by the stairs and flopped onto the couch, staring at the ceiling. The house smelled like lemon cleaner and that weird potpourri Mom always leaves out. Quiet as hell except for the fridge humming in the kitchen.

After a minute of sulking, I dragged my ass upstairs, feet heavy on every step. Pushed open the door to my old room and... damn, it looked exactly like I left it last visit. Same faded band posters, same creaky bed, same pile of old sneakers in the corner. I felt kinda nostalgic, honestly. 

Home sweet home, even if it’s just me rotting here now.

I kicked the door shut, stripped down fast... shirt, jeans, socks flying everywhere... till I was just in my boxers. The cool air hit my skin and I let out a long breath. God, that silence was thick. No traffic, no friends yapping, just my own heartbeat picking up. I stretched out on the bed, back arching against the mattress, feeling my muscles loosen up. My hand slid down slowly, cupping the growing bulge in my boxers, giving it a lazy squeeze. Blood rushed south quickly.

 Finally, some me time. Been too long since I just edged myself stupid.

I started rubbing through the fabric, nice and firm, picturing nothing specific yet... just that warm tingle building. My breath got heavier, chest rising. Thumb hooked under the waistband, ready to pull it down and really get into it.

Then my stomach let out this loud, pissed-off growl. Are you fucking kidding me right now? I groaned loud, hand freezing. Hunger hit like a truck. All that driving and no real food since morning. I tried ignoring it, stroking harder, but the grumble came again, sharper. "Goddammit," I muttered, sitting up frustrated as hell. My dick was half-hard and throbbing, pissed at the interruption. 

Ruining my own vibe like a dumbass. Fine, feed the beast first.

I stood up groggy, scratching my chest, and headed downstairs in just the boxers. Fridge light spilled out when I yanked it open. Mom wasn’t lying... containers stacked everywhere, sealed tight. Lasagna looking cheesy, some grilled stuff, veggies. Too much effort to microwave any of it. I spotted the bananas on the counter instead and grabbed two. Peeled the first one right there, doing this stupid little shimmy with my hips while I chewed. Sweet, mushy, hit the spot.

Better. Now back to business.

Second banana in hand, I climbed the stairs again, already peeling it as I stepped into my room. Took a big bite, mouth full, when I heard it... a solid thud from outside. Not inside the house, but close. Like something heavy hitting a wall or floor. My head snapped toward the window. 

What the hell?

I walked over, still chewing, and peeked through the blinds. The neighbors’ place... Dad’s buddy’s house, the one with the big living room windows facing ours. Lights on, curtains half-open. My jaw dropped, banana almost falling out of my grip.

There...

Mr. Reynolds slammed his naked wife on the window.

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Part 2 is up

I'm 29, and my girlfriend, Stacey, is 24. While I'm a pretty average guy, she's got a gym body and perfectly curated blonde curly hair. At 5 ft, she has a stunning hour glass figure. Although super hot, she had been pretty vanilla in bed and she said she'd never really had a 'hot past', just pretty standard relationships.

Given how hot she was, it just drove me crazy seeing her in tiny dresses, bikinis, or even pyjamas. I wanted her to be a total slut for me. Although she was into sex, and we made love often, I wanted it to be dirty, kinky and a little depraved.

So I convinced her to start letting me take pics and vids of us having sex. It started off quite normal, and then eventually she wanted to show off more. My favourite video I took was when I stuck a dildo against the bathroom sink and she bent over and pushed it in. She rode that dildo in her tiniest bikini.

Fast forward a few months and I'm at a big 30th birthday party weekend with a load of mates. I was sharing a room with a guy who was always super horny. I had drunkenly told him about this video a few weeks before, and he was bringing it up anytime we both had a private moment together. It didn't help that whenever I had bicurious thoughts they usually went to his dick.

After lots of drinks we get back to the rooms very late. By the time I get into bed my friend Tim is already tucked into the twin single next to mine. It was only us two. The other guys were in adjacent rooms. My mate turns to me after I turn the lights off and says "dude, let's see that video of Stacey, I'm so fucking horny."

Me wanting to show off my girlfriend drunkenly obliged. I pull it up on my phone, leaned over to him and let it play. With volume on low we could both just about hear her moans and fake gagging sounds as she's drooling off her tongue, and clapping her ass against the sink.

To my surprise, Tim pulls out an arm from under the covers, which fall on the floor, and grabs my phone. In the very faint city lights coming in through the blinds, I just make out that he's naked, and he's wanking himself with his other hand. It was moving up and down a long, long distance.

"Holy fuck, this is gold" he exclaimed with a whisper. "God I want to cum to this. C'mon, no harm in it."

He turned the little smart TV on that was hanging on the wall and screen mirrored off my phone. The bright video of my girlfriend fucking a massive dildo lit up the room, and I saw Tim's enormous cock. I just stared at it while he wanked it with both hands over my girlfriend's video. I think he expected me to wank too.

After what felt like ages, something just took over me. I got out of bed, slid onto his between his legs and just sucked him off. It felt like a totally ordinary thing to do. He didn't object, and put his hands on my head to push my face further down his shaft.

We both had girlfriends, and there I was sucking him off to a video of mine. I eventually came in my pants as I felt his veins throb and although the post ejaculation mindset kicked in briefly, I got horny again instantly, and sucked his balls.

He began scrolling through all the pictures I had of Stacey until he landed on a bikini photo. I could feel him pulsing over that. It turned me on so much because she's worn that to beach parties and danced with Tim in it.

I bobbed my head back up and down on his dick until he spunked in my mouth. I felt it was my duty to swallow.

And the I pulled my mouth off of his member, and got back into my bed, just like nothing happened. Except I woke up an hour or two later with deep anxiety and regret. With the alcohol in my system I made the rash decision of texting my girlfriend. To paraphrase, I basically said I was so, so sorry, that I didn't know what came over me and I had oral sex with Tim.

I passed out again, an anxious mess. I woke up to the morning light, forgetting briefly what had happened. Tim was still asleep, no covers over him and naked, with dry cum glistening off his cock.

I grabbed my phone and checked for messages. Stacey had text. I opened it.

"It's okay babe. I get it. He's huge. And I know. He's been fucking me for months."

I clicked the video she had sent. It was Tim's face laughing, and then it flipped camera and Stacey was on her knees, sucking him off. They were in our bathroom. She was wearing the bikini she had been dancing with Tim in that day at the beach. We had gone back to our place with a bunch of other people that day. He kept giggling while she gagged on it until he pulled out and spunked over her lips and fake eye lashes. He then slapped her face with his cock. She smiled. And the video ended. I was totally erect.

Y’all. So much has happened since my last post. R and I fuck constantly when my husband is at work. R and I also fuck at work. My husband and R fuck at night when my husband thinks I’m asleep, I’m not. I’m up listening and sometimes watching them fuck like animals. He still has no clue that I know…

This is one of many experiences between me and a woman I used to work with, we were both in our 30s at the time, both married, both cheating, it was a long lasting sexual affair, but would involve a lot of sexting and online play, the chemistry was like nothing I've ever experienced.

The day before she had messaged me saying she was going to a sex shop to get something new, I could never do that in person, but she always went in to buy stuff. Obviously the messages get quickly filthy, I'm sending her pictures of what she should buy, telling her what I'm gonna do, "I'm going fuck you with that 10 inch black dildo" "I'm gonna pound your arse whilst it's in your pussy".

Then she say "maybe its time we got you something" our chats and dirty talk are always filled with other mens cocks, other women, we love it. So I'm straight into it "yeah, you wanna see me take that cock do you" "I want to share that cock so bad with you" "let's just pick up some guy and take him to a hotel". She's into it, "yeah let's suck him together then kick him out and fuck"

The next day we're in work when I get a message "I've got you something for later" and a picture arrives, it's a big realistic looking dildo, the ones with the suction cup, then another picture of it stuck to a wall and her sucking it. I'm instantly hard at this point, and go to find her, as I'm walking over i get another picture of her fucking it against the wall. I'm gonna explode at this point.

There are other people in her office, so I ask her to step into the corridor, as soon as we're out the room I push her against the wall and kiss her, my hands in her knickers quickly, she's dripping wet. "Fuck you filthy slut" "I can't believe you've already been fucked today" she moans quietly "you're going to take that dick for me aren't you" all I can reply is "fuck yes" we quickly pull away and she asks me to wait there, and comes back with the dildo in a plastic bag, "I'm gonna  expect a show later" I'm so turned on at that moment I've almost forgot I've got to get back to my desk with a dildo in a bag.

That night, I'm alone at home, I message her some filth, quickly move it to bisexual stuff. Showing her pictures of me wanking, she's sending me the same back. "God I want to see you suck some stranger" I'm super horny, so I get the dildo put it on the wall, and start to suck her juices off it, I take a picture and record it " fuck yes, more" she says, "fuck you're such a slut" she says.

I'm at this for a while before she's sending me her getting fucked with her toys, I'm jerking hard. "Maybe I'd guide that cock into you" "sit on your face whilst you get fucked" she says, I'm into it by this point, and I'm no stranger to ass play and talk. "You want his dick in me?" She replies, "yes, fuck him now, take his cum"

I'm well into it now, I lube that dildo up, put it on a chair, and start to try to sit on it. I send her a picture of it resting on my asshole, me sat above it, my rock hard cock above it. "Fuck yes baby" "take it for me" "fuck my pussy feels good" sometimes there is nothing as hot as when you're both getting off like this. I start to rock on it, as it gently pushes in, "fuck my arse isn't used to this" "its OK baby lick my pussy whilst he takes you"

Finally it's in and im jerking, I gradually start to slide it in and out, fuck I'm moaning at that point, I send her another video "fuck baby, next time I'm going to pound you with it" "take his cock" I'm gone at this point, given in to the moment. "I need you so bad babe" I can't hold on as I'm riding and jerking,moaning so loudly, I spunk hard all over myself, I can barely move as I slide it out my arse and lie beside it, I send her the video of me cumming, dildo in my arse cock rock hard, "yes baby, fuck yes" "I'm gonna cum now watching that video" fuck it's so hot, its always so filthy.

It is amazing the things that your brain remembers and what it forgets.  It was 1980 something and i was serving in the US Navy.  I had been in for a few years and was making enough money that I could afford a little beach cottage off base on Atlantic Beach.  It was really a kitchen in the back then a bath on 1 side and a closet on the other and then one big room which was the bed room and living room, but this is prime real estate for a single boy in his 20's

One weekend a large number of my shipmates and some girls were all hanging out.  The ship we were on was being decommissioned and a lot of the guys were transferring to new places the coming week so we were having a going away party of sort.  Plenty of bbq and beer was being consumed.  I had hooked up with one girl and we had been making out all day, but as the party winded down she ended up leaving with her "ride"  So much for getting my dick wet. Or so I thought.  

BY about 1 AM everyone had left except 1 guy He was laid out in one of the chairs sleeping.  I dropped my pants and pulled my shirt off and in a drunken stupor laid back on the bed.  The girl had given me a serious case of blue balls.

I was hard and I stroked my cock through my shorts.  All of a sudden I felt a palm on my chest and a hand on my cock.  SHHHH Let me; the voice said.  Relax and let me.  My hands dropped to my side as my little head took over the thinking. 

No need to return the favor he said as he stroked my shaft a few times through my underwear and then slipped his hand inside.  I felt him crawl onto the bed. A pair of lips and a tongue toyed with my nipple.  Then down came the shorts.  He stroked me more and I could feel the precum flowing 

He let my nipple go and moved between my legs. He pulled my shorts completely off and then put a leg on each shoulder.  Just relax, he said. He dove in under my balls and licked my taint.  An absolute first for me. A thrilling first. He licked the apex of my thighs and tongue bathed my balls.  Each one he sucked gently but firmly.  The entire time he was giving me a tongue bath he had a firm grip on my cock while the thumb massaged my head.  Back down to my taint. I could feel his 5 o'clock shadow.  The alcohol induced fog trying to make sense of it all.  An incredible, the best blow job I have had to date is happening yet this prickly feeling was foreign.  But even that felt erotic and heightened the experience.   

He sucked on my thighs and licked the entire area around where my ball sack is attached to my pelvis. Then his tongue split my balls and he licked up through my hairy ball sack and all the way up the shaft to the tip. And then he did again and then again. On the third trip he plunged his throat down onto my cock engulfing the shaft in his mouth. Tongue teasing the tip Lips scraping the length of my shaft. With his thumb and forefinger wrapped around the base of my shaft his mouth fucked my cock.  Up and down he stroked my shaft with his lips and tongue.  Then he stopped. He teased the tip His tongue diving into my pee hole.  Then swirling all around the head. Then laps at my snip scar. A very sensitive spot for me. As for me I my legs are quivering my breathing is heavy and all I could do was mumble Fuck and Oh Gawd My hands clenched the sheets as he pleasured in ways no girl had ever done to that point. 

He moves back down to the base of my cock and licks my taint more along with my inner thighs.  He then licked up the entire shaft again and plunged down onto my cock again.  His hand wrapped around the base of my cock relaxed and my hips involuntarily bucked up fucking his face. He continued to fuck my cock with his mouth.  I could feel it boiling inside. I was going to cum and cum hard.  It was one of those rare orgasms that you can feel inside when it starts.  Up to this point I never had a girl swallow and being the nice guy I am I warned.  I AM GOING TO CUM. Instead of pulling off like I expected; He sucked harder Plunged his mouth deeper onto my cock. I let my load fly. He sucked and sucked and til my cock shrunk. Then he licked all over my taint and thighs and pelvic region.  At some point I passed out.  

When I awoke the next morning he was gone.  He also was one of the ones who transferred.  I never saw him again. I never got to thank him.  Funny how the mind remembers things though.  I can still feel those whiskers on my thighs almost 40 years later.  If you recognize this story DM Me Maybe we can do it again. 

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This happened like 1–2 years ago, I honestly can’t remember exactly when. Anyway, I remember having my first wet dream and it felt way too real. Keep in mind that I was — and still am — a VIRGIN 💀

The guy in the dream was a famous OF creator and let’s just say… he’s pretty massive.

If that had happened in real life, I probably would've been walking funny afterward 😭

The only position I remember was me lying on the bed on my left side with my legs bent, and he was behind me. Everything felt insanely realistic — the intensity, the warmth, even the whole body sensation.

I swear my brain put together a whole 4D experience for no reason 💀

We were both making sounds and everything felt ridiculously real.

I woke up sitting there like: how does my brain know all that when I’ve literally never experienced any of it?? 😭

Everyone is 18+

A dude on Grindr asked me to send him a dick pic. I have never really shown my dick to anyone but chicks my whole life. I have always been the straight jock who never even participated in those bro jerk off sessions because I thought it was the gayest shit ever disguised under the excuse that bros help each other out. Yet here I was, lying in my bed rock hard, scrolling through Grindr at two in the morning while my gay best friend slept five feet away.

Another message popped up from the same blank profile.

“Come on, show me your dick, Jason. Don’t keep me waiting too long.”

My thumb hovered over the camera roll. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. This was stupid. This was so fucking stupid. But my cock was throbbing, leaking steadily into my boxers, and some twisted part of me wanted to know what a random guy would think of a straight guy’s cock.

I opened my hidden album and scrolled through the pictures I had taken of my dick last month and sent to a girl before coming to university. There it was. My cock looked thick and heavy even in the photos. Seven and a half inches when fully hard, with a slight upward curve, a fat mushroom head, and a thick vein running along the top. The skin was smooth, the shaft a shade darker than the rest of my body, and my balls hung heavy and full underneath. It looked good. Really fucking good. I laughed quietly to myself because I knew it was impressive. Years of football, lifting, and good genetics had paid off downstairs too.

I selected the first close up shot. The picture was taken from above, my hand wrapped around the base so the full length and thickness were obvious. The head glistened with a bead of precum at the slit. It looked powerful. Dominant. Exactly like a quarterback’s cock should look.

I sent it.

Then I hesitated for half a second before sending the second one. This was a full body selfie taken from below. My arm was stretched out, phone pointing upward. The shot started at my balls, moved up my thick cock, across my ripped abs, and ended at my flexed pecs. My chest looked carved, shoulders wide, arms pumped. The picture cut off right below my chin so no one could identify me. Still, it showed enough to make any chick stop scrolling.

Well my pecs look really fucking good in this, I thought. Might as well let the dude enjoy the whole view. Make sure he can give me a proper rating.

I sent both pictures and waited, stomach tight, cock twitching against my stomach.

The reply came almost instantly.

“9/10”

I let out a short laugh, half annoyed, half proud.

I typed back quickly. “Why a 9? What would make it a 10?”

The response popped up a few seconds later, filthy and direct.

“It would be a 10 when that thick jock cock is buried balls deep inside me. Caus baby I’m the 1 you need ;)”

I stared at the message, my dick jumping hard. Damn. Dudes were not bad at flirting at all. That one hit differently. Straight to the point, nasty in the best way. I could almost picture it, even though I told myself I should not.

I typed back, trying to play it cool. “Haha thanks. But I am not here to hookup. I am straight.”

I hit send and immediately felt stupid. Here I was, hard as steel, sending dick pics to a stranger on Grindr, and still trying to convince both him and myself that I was straight. I waited, breath shallow, one hand unconsciously palming my cock through my boxers while Percy slept peacefully across the room.

The next message came through.

“Sure you are, Jason. Straight guys always send two pictures of their hard cock to random dudes at 2am. Whatever helps you sleep at night…or not.”

I laughed under my breath, shaking my head. He had me there. My cock was leaking so much now that the front of my boxers was soaked. I gave myself one slow stroke, eyes glued to the chat, waiting to see what he would say next.

Then it came. A picture popped up in the chat.

An ass picture.

My eyes went wide.

It should have done nothing to me. Just another random photo on this stupid app. But the second it loaded my dick jumped so hard it smacked against my stomach with a soft wet sound.

The ass in the picture was perfect. A real bubble butt. Round, full, and smooth with just the right amount of curve. The cheeks were plump and firm looking, the kind that would jiggle when slapped. A faint line of soft dark hair ran down the center, disappearing into the deep cleft. The skin looked warm and slightly flushed like the guy had just been working out or fucking. It was the kind of ass that made you want to grab two handfuls, spread it open and eat it like you were starving.

My cock throbbed violently. I wrapped my hand around it without thinking and started stroking. Slow at first, then faster. This ass was even sexier than the curve and ass crack I had been getting hard to every night when Percy walked around the room. Shit. Imagine this ass on a chick. I would marry that girl and fuck her for the rest of my life.

I stroked faster, fist sliding up and down my precum dripping shaft, thumb rubbing over the sensitive head every time I reached the top. Precum poured out of me non-stop, making everything wet and noisy under the blanket. My balls felt tight and heavy. I could not look away from that perfect bubble butt on the screen.

Another message appeared right under the picture.

“Stroking to it, Jason?”

I typed back quickly with one hand, breathing hard.

“Nah. Just watching some porn.”

I hit send and kept stroking. My eyes stayed locked on that ass. Then a second picture loaded.

This one was even filthier. The guy had reached back and spread his cheeks wide. His pink hole was right there in the center, tight and smooth, winking slightly at the camera. The faint hair around it made it look even more tempting.

Fuck.

My cock oozed out a huge glob of precum. This was the first ass and hole picture on this entire app that truly made my dick lose control. And it was not even Percy’s. Maybe I just liked bubble butts that looked a little feminine but still had that bit of hair on them. I laughed quietly at myself, the sound shaky.

Hunter Calloway, you are so fucked up.

I kept stroking harder now, hips lifting off the bed, fist flying up and down my thick cock. The wet sounds were loud in the quiet room but I could not stop. My eyes stayed glued to that spread ass and that pretty pink hole. I imagined sliding my cock between those cheeks, pushing inside, feeling how tight and hot it would be.

My balls drew up tight. My toes curled. I came hard, biting my lip to stay silent. Thick ropes of cum shot into my underwear, soaking the fabric and running down over my balls and onto my thighs. Pulse after pulse kept coming while I kept pumping my fist, milking every drop. The orgasm hit me so strongly that I was almost about to moan.

When it finally slowed I was panting, chest heaving, cum making a complete mess inside my undies.

Another message popped up.

“Still awake?”

I did not reply. I closed the app fast, tossed my phone onto the mattress, and lay there for a minute trying to catch my breath. My underwear was destroyed. Warm cum was everywhere.

I got up quietly, careful not to wake Percy, and slipped into the bathroom. I cleaned myself up as best as I could, wiping the mess off my cock, balls, and thighs with toilet paper. When I came back into the room Percy had shifted again. He was sleeping on his stomach now, blanket draped over his legs. The curve off his butt was right there. Round. Perfect. Taunting me.

I climbed back into my own bed and pulled the covers up high. My heart was still hammering against my ribs. I whispered to myself in the dark, barely moving my lips.

I like feminine asses. That is not gay at all. Dudes are supposed to be turned on by bubble butts. It’s biology. It makes me more straight than ever. Plenty of straight guys like a nice ass. It does not matter if it is on a girl or... whatever. It is just an ass. Nothing more.

I repeated it a few more times in my head like a mantra, trying to convince myself it was true. The images from Grindr mixed with the memory of Percy’s ass during the massage. Both of them floating behind my eyelids.

Eventually my breathing slowed. The exhaustion from tryouts and the massive orgasm finally pulled me under.

I fell asleep with one last thought looping in my brain.

This does not mean anything. I am still straight. I am still Hunter Calloway.

Little did I know, Percy had been awake the entire time… listening to every single quiet stroke, every shaky breath, and every desperate whispered denial.

As a Married, closeted bisexual-guy, it isn’t always easy to find ways to meet up with other guys discreetly, especially during the summer when you have teenage children. Finding time to get away from family long enough to enjoy sucking on a nice cock can prove a challenge, and you have to get creative.  I often used my darkly tinted Suburban to meet up with guys at night, but during the day, it was hard to find guys who were as excited to get a good blowjob as I was to give one.  It had been a few weeks since I had the chance to suck a nice cock and swallow a load, and I was thirsty for some dick.

That summer, I was training for a marathon.  If you have ever done this, you know the training involved. If you have not, you are running 4-5 days a week, with a long run every weekend. You start low, and work your mileage up. This would get me out of the house on a somewhat regular basis, with most of my longer training runs being during the day on the weekend.

While on a training run one day, I was lost in my thoughts of how great if I could use the time away from the house to meet up with a guy and suck his cock. I could meet up with him before, swallow a nice load, and then head out on my run. Seemed like the perfect plan.

The morning before my next training run, I woke up and put an ad up on the internet while I was getting ready. I basically said what I wanted, where I was going, and when I would be there. I wasn’t surprised, but I was disappointed when I didn’t get any responses. I kissed my wife goodbye, and drove to the local trail to depart on my 7 mile training run. All I could think about the whole drive to the trail was how bad I wanted to suck a nice cock and swallow a hot load. About how I just wanted someone to use my mouth, and not be nice. I arrived at the trail with a giant hard on. I parked in the parking lot, which only had 2-3 other cars in it, and after taking my cock out of my running shorts, teasing and stroking it a little bit, I figured I better put it away and decided to check my email again. I was glad I did!

I had 1 response. The guy was 55, married, said he had a nice 7” cut cock, a 6 day load pent up he was looking to get sucked out of him, and was also a runner. Unfortunately, he planned on running later than I did, so I wouldn’t be able to meet him before I ran, but I thought maybe I could meet him after my run, and before he left on his. I replied to his email, and waited 10 minutes for a response. When I didn’t get one, I just figured he flaked out like guys do so often, and I left on my run.

After my 7 miles I returned to my Suburban. I was hot, sweaty, and thirsty. I grabbed my water bottle and my phone and walked a little to cool down.  The parking lot was still pretty empty.  He had replied twice to my email. In his first email, he said he was only going to run 3 miles, and he would meet me in the parking lot after he was done. He said he was leaving his house after he sent it, so he shouldn’t be finishing too far behind me. The second email he said he had arrived, and he parked next to the Suburban with the dark windows in the parking lot assuming it was mine. He said if I was still interested, to wait in the back seat on the driver’s side and he would get into the passenger’s side.  He said he loved it when a guy sucked him off right after a run when he was still sweaty, and the fact that I had just run as well would be a major turn on for him.  He also said if I wasn’t interested he would understand, and he would still like to meet another time.

I had never sucked off another guy when he was sweaty before. I had found that most guys are really picky about their hygiene, and would often like to shower just before we met up. I didn’t know how I felt about it, I was a little apprehensive, but at the same time I was really cock hungry and wanted all 7” of his dick and his 6 day load.

Of course I decided to wait.

I had a couple beach towels in the suburban that I always put over my seat after a run. I put one on the rear passenger seat and one on the rear driver seat. I then let the suburban run for a while with the A/C on high to cool it down, cracked the windows, and shut it off. I hopped in the back seat and waited. The more I thought about his 7” cock in my mouth, the harder I got. 

A short time later he arrived, opened the rear passenger door, and sat down. He was handsome, gray hair, a short, well-kept beard, and had a runners build. Exactly how he had described himself in the ad.  It looked like he had finished running and then came directly to the car. Sweat glistened off of his forehead, and his t shirt and short, running shorts were wet.

He asked how I was, I replied “good”, and then asked how he was, and he said “good.” Then he said “it’s a hot one out there today…” to which I replied “yes it is.” He looked at me and said, “Take those shorts off, I want to see your cock.”

I raised my ass and slowly slid my wet shorts and underwear down. As soon as I got passed my cock, it immediately jumped up.

“Nice.” He said. “I want you to stroke that while you suck this dirty dick.”

He then slid his shorts down around his ankles; he wasn’t wearing underwear, and took his cock into his right hand. It looked semi hard, and he slapped it against his left thigh. It was neatly trimmed, as he had said he was, and his shaved balls rested on the seat.

“You ever sucked a dirty dick before?”  He asked?

“No.” I said, staring at his cock. The sweat glistened on his thighs, and I was surprisingly turned on by it. I just wanted to run my tongue up the inside of his thighs.

“Good.” He said. “Now get over here and suck it.”

I got down on my knees in front of the seat. He lifted his left leg with his left hand and set it across the seat. As I came closer he put his left hand on the back of my head, and pushed my face into his crotch as he lifted his cock up with his right hand. I didn’t even have time to open my mouth, but I don’t think he cared. He just pushed my face into the base of his cock, and then rotated his hips, rubbing his sweat all over my face.

“Yeah you like that, you fuckin like that” he asked. “MmmmHmmm” I answered. And I did. I liked it. I don’t know why, but I liked it. My cock was as hard as a rock.  “Yeah ya do….now lick my balls…” he released the pressure on the back of my head a little bit. I took a deep breath in, and then ran my tongue along his sack up and down between his balls a few times, then worked my way down and spent some time licking each of them.  They tasted salty and I loved it. He had that musty, sweaty smell, but it didn’t smell bad. Combined with the salty taste, I couldn’t believe how much I loved it.

“Yeah that’s it, lick my dirty balls…..” he said. “Now suck on em, suck on those sweaty balls..” I did. One at a time I took them into my mouth and sucked on them. When I wasn’t sucking, I would flick my tongue around them while they were still in my mouth…..

“Ooooh, you’re a good little dirty ball sucker aren’t you…..” he said. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back a little bit. “Now look at me!” He said. I looked up, His cock was hard, and he slapped my face with it several times.  “You want this dirty dick in your mouth? You want to suck this dirty cock?” He asked. “YES!” I answered. I wanted that cock in my mouth more than anything right then and there. He slapped my face with it a couple more times. “Yeah, open that mouth you dirty little cocksucker….”

I opened my mouth; he set his cock on my tongue, and then pushed my head down slowly. When his cock found the back of my throat, he pushed harder until me felt it pop into my throat. He then pushed even harder and ground his hips into my face again. “Fuuccckkkk yeah, you wanted this dick didn’t you….” I was trying not to gag as he pushed harder and harder. Finally he pulled my head back until his cock came out of my mouth.  I caught my breath. I was sweating like crazy, it was hot in the truck. He was sweating. I could smell was him on my face, and all I wanted was that cock back in my mouth, he tasted so damn good.

He slapped my face with his cock again and put up to my mouth. “Now suck it this time, suck this dirty cock you little cocksucker, and you better be stroking your cock” I started to work up and down on his shaft, while my left had worked my own cock. His cock was a perfect size. Not too thick, not too big, so I could take it down my throat nice and easy, and work the entire shaft. He kept his hand on the back of my head and kept controlling me.  Every so often would jam my head down hard as he thrust his hips forward,  pushing his cock down my throat, then release, and work my head up and down on his shaft.  I was loving every minute of it a and moaning with pleasure.

“God Damn, you’re a good little dirty cocksucker aren’t you?”

“MmmHmmm”

“You like this dirty cock don’t you?

“MmmmHmmm…”

“Yeah that’s what I thought. I thought you would after I read your ad. I thought you would want to suck this dirty man cock in the back of your car you fuckin cocksucker…..”

He kept calling me his dirty cocksucker as he aggressively moved my head up and down his shaft. I was oblivious to the world around me. I didn’t car how much I was sweating, how hot it was in the car, or if anyone even parked next to us or walked by….I just wanted every inch of his cock far as long as I could. All I could smell was him. All I could taste was him. I just wanted to keep sucking his cock all morning.

“You ready for me to cum cocksucker? You ready for this load?” he asked.

I stopped sucking for a moment to answer “YES!” He jammed my head back down onto his cock. “I didn’t want your answer you cocksucker, just keep sucking this dirty dick…..”

His breathing changed from long, deep breathes, and started getting shorter.

“Oh here it comes you dirty little cocksucker. Here it comes……”

He moved his hand from the back of my head to the top and grabbed my short hair, stopped me mid stroke on his cock, and let out a loud groan. There was a short delay, and then I felt the hot spurts of his cum blasting into my mouth, its salty taste overriding the taste of his sweat.

“OOOOOOHHHHH YEEAAAHHHHHH!” he yelled loudly, and slowly moved me head up and down his shaft. “Yeah, yeah, yeah..” he said, and I could feel his cock pulsate in my mouth with every one, then he relaxed back into the seat.  “Yeeeaaaahhh, that’s a good cocksucker.”

I worked up and down his shaft a couple more times. I took my hand off of my cock to squeeze the last little bit of cum out the head of his cock, which I licked with the tip of my tongue.

I then leaned back a little and he looked at me.

“I didn’t tell you to stop stroking your cock. Stroke that dick for me…” I reached back down and started to stroke again. “That’s it, harder, stroke harder.”  I stroked harder… “That’s it cocksucker. Now spit on that dick for me!” I looked at him. “Don’t look at me cocksucker, look at that dick and spit on it.”

I stopped stroking for a second and open my hand around my shaft. I spit onto the head of my cock, and then resumed stroking.

“Yeah that’s it, I want you to cum right here.” He said, pointing at the inside of his left thigh. “I usually don’t cum when I suck.” I said. “I don’t care what you usually do cocksucker, today you are going to cum right there.” He said pointing at his thigh. He then started to rub his cock and balls with his right hand.

Once I had set my mind to shooting my load, it didn’t take too long until I was ready. I also started to breathe a little faster. “Yeah, that’s it cocksucker…” He said. “Shoot that fuckin load……..shoot that fuckin load…..” he was in the middle of saying it the second time when I started to cum. It hit me like a freight train, and my legs got weak as I unloaded onto his leg. I was glad I had put the town down, because I got most of it on his thigh, but some of it went on the seat.

“That’s it.” He said “Thaaats it.” He said one more time as I finished cumming. I relaxed and my legs started to shake. He took has right hand, that he had been using to run his cock and balls, and ran it through my hair, then pushed on the back of my head. “Now get down here and clean up this mess cocksucker. Clean your mess off of my leg.”

I wasn’t expecting this to happen, but I was strangely turned on by the idea and hardly delayed.  I got down to his thigh and ran my tongue up and down, both horizontally and vertically, stopping every so often to swallow my cum, and then continuing. “That’s it, thaaats it…..” he said. After a short time, he put his hand on my forehead and pushed it away.

“Good Job cocksucker, we are done here.” He said. I saw him look around, and then he opened the door of the suburban and swung his legs out, slid off of the seat and stood up outside. He reached up in the air with both arms and stretched, let out a groan, then reached down and pulled his shorts up.  He turned around and looked at me, smiled, closed the door and walked away. I watched him get into the small SUV next to my suburban, start it up, roll down the windows, and then driver away.

The parking lot was full of cars. Besides his now vacant sport, there was only one other open spot.

I just sat there for a minute, covered in sweat, sweat running onto the towel. All I could smell was him. All I could taste was him, and I just wanted to savor it for a couple more seconds. I was still trying to figure out what just happened, and why I enjoyed it so much. I fought to put my underwear and shorts back on because I was so wet. I opened the door and swung out of the truck much like he did, except with shorts on. I grabbed the town and wiped down the best I could, and then wiped my face off. I could still smell him. I put the towel on the front seat, started the suburban, and headed home.

He emailed me later and said he really enjoyed it, and said he hoped we could meet again. He had only done that one time before and the guy never responded to his email again. He also said he had always wanted to have a guy cum on his cock and clean it off, but had been afraid to ask, so he thought his thigh was a good place to start.  In my reply I told him I could shoot wherever he wanted me too, and  I absolutely wanted to meet again. I just hoped it could be soon.

It was.

I am a 38 married guy who just recently got back into the guy scene. I had to travel to Florida this past week for a work trip and once I got down and settled I figured I'd just chill and relax. Close by where I was staying was the outlets so Wednesday night I found myself there shopping. I didn't really need anything but was nice to get out. I ended up in the cans store and found a couple of pairs I liked. I ended up going with a blue checkered pair and some new crew socks. The guy working there was extremely flirtatious but didn't think much of it. When I went to pay he made small talk and said my wife was gonna love the sneaks. I explained that I was there for work and he asked if I was staying local. I told him I was and he said if I wanted to chill to hit him up and he gave me his number. I was quickly putting the conversation together in my head and his suggestions especially when he said the crew socks would be a good look on me. Anyway later that night I was bored and couldn't get it out of my mind so I texted him. After some back and forth he said he would come over and he did. I didn't know what to expect but my mind was all over the place. He showed up in gym shorts and a T-shirt rocking some white vans and red crew socks. As soon as he came in he starting rubbing my shorts and in no time his hand was down my shorts. We ended up trading head back and forth until we both swallowed each other's loads. We met up the next night and did the same thing I kept his socks the second night.

Everyone is 18+

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The apartment was a goddamn oven.

Mid-July in the city, AC broken for the third time this summer, and our cheap landlord ghosting every call. I’d been crashing on the couch in nothing but thin gray boxer-briefs for days, skin sticking to the leather.

Kai, my roommate of eight months, had taken it worse.

He worked construction... long days hauling rebar under brutal sun... so he came home each evening glistening, tank top plastered to his torso like a second skin.

Kai was 6’2 of raw, sun-baked power. Not polished gym muscle, but thick, functional bulk from real labor, wide shoulders, heavy chest sloping into a solid gut that somehow looked powerful instead of soft, tree-trunk thighs, and forearms veined like road maps.

His skin carried a permanent bronze from the job sites, and a dark happy trail disappeared under his belt like an invitation.

I was 5’10, wiry from years of parkour and bike commuting, with sharper definition but nowhere near his mass.

That Thursday he slammed the door, dropped his tool belt with a clang, and immediately peeled off his soaked tank.

The scent hit me... pure masculine exertion, salt, sun-heated skin, faint engine grease, and that deep earthy musk that made the back of my throat tighten.

“Fuck this heat, man,” he growled, voice rough from dust.

He stood in the middle of the living room, chest heaving, nipples dark and peaked from the sudden cooler air. Sweat rolled down the center of his abs in slow, glistening trails before soaking into the waistband of his low-slung work jeans.

“I’m peeling everything off if you don’t mind.”

I shrugged from the couch, trying to keep my eyes on my phone.

“Do what you gotta do. I’m two seconds from joining you.”

He didn’t hesitate.

Jeans shoved down thick legs, revealing black compression shorts stretched obscenely over a heavy, sweat-darkened bulge. The fabric clung to every ridge of his thick cock and the weight of his balls.

He kicked the jeans aside and stretched, arms overhead, back arching.

The motion made his shorts ride up, exposing the bottom curve of his ass... pale compared to his tanned back, dusted with dark hair.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, palming his face. “Feels good just to breathe.”

My own cock twitched traitorously in my briefs. We’d seen each other naked plenty in the tiny bathroom, but this was different.

By midnight the temperature still hadn’t dropped. We killed two six-packs between us, sprawled on the floor with every fan pointed at our bodies.

Kai lay on his back in just those same compression shorts, one thick leg bent, the other stretched out. His hand lazily scratched at his treasure trail, fingers dipping just under the waistband.

“You ever get so horny from the heat your dick won’t quit?” he asked suddenly, voice low and gravelly.

I laughed, half-drunk.

“Constantly right now.”

He turned his head, dark eyes meeting mine.

“Same. Been rock hard since I got home. That sweat just… makes everything sensitive as fuck.”

His hand moved lower, openly adjusting the massive bulge. The head of his cock was clearly outlined, leaking enough to create a wet spot.

I couldn’t look away. My own erection strained against thin fabric, a bead of precum soaking through.

Kai noticed.

He didn’t smirk... he groaned.

“Fuck, dude. Seeing you hard because of me is making it worse.”

He hooked his thumbs in his waistband and pushed the shorts down in one slow motion.

His cock sprang free... thick, veiny, uncut, the foreskin pulled back just enough to show a glistening purple head already slick. Heavy balls hung low in a dark, wrinkled sac. A bead of sweat rolled down from his pubes and over the shaft.

“Touch yourself if you want,” he said, voice thick. “I’m not gonna stop.”

I shoved my briefs down. My cock was slimmer but rock-hard, curving upward, head already shiny.

We lay side by side on the floor, slowly stroking, the wet sounds of skin on skin mixing with the fans.

But Kai wanted more.

“C’mere…Closer”

I scooted over until our thighs touched. The heat radiating off his body was insane. He reached over with one big, calloused hand and wrapped it around both our cocks, pressing them together.

The sensation of his hot, thick meat rubbing against mine made me hiss.

“Feel that?” he murmured. “All that sweat making us slide so fucking easy.”

Kai’s grip was rough and confident, his calloused palm and thick fingers creating the perfect tight tunnel around our two cocks. His heavy veiny monster, pressed firm against my curved one.

“Shit…” I breathed, hips jerking involuntarily.

“Yeah? Feels good, doesn’t it?” Kai growled, his voice deeper than usual. 

He twisted his wrist on the upstroke, thumb smearing the mix of our precum over both heads. The heat between our bodies was unbearable, like lying next to a furnace. His thick thigh pressed harder against mine, coarse leg hair scraping my smoother skin.

I reached out and ran my hand over his sweaty chest, feeling the solid weight of his pecs, the coarse dark hair matted down with perspiration. My fingers found one of his fat nipples and pinched. Kai groaned loudly, his cock flexing hard against mine.

“Fuck yeah, play with them,” he muttered. “Been thinking about your hands on me while I was out there pouring concrete today.”

What

The confession made my balls tighten, my confidence grew up. I leaned in and dragged my tongue across his chest, licking up the salty sweat straight from his skin. He tasted raw… salt, musk, a hint of dirt and man. 

Kai’s free hand grabbed the back of my head, not forcing but encouraging, holding me against his body as I licked and sucked at his nipple. We stayed like that for long minutes, his big fist pumping our cocks together, my mouth working his chest, the sticky heat building between us until we were both panting like animals

Kai’s strokes grew faster, more urgent. The wet, filthy sound of his calloused hand sliding up and down our slick cocks filled the room, louder than the fans. Every twist of his wrist sent sparks shooting up my spine. 

Our precum mixed into a warm, sloppy mess that coated his thick fingers and dripped down over our balls.

“Fuck.. mmgghhh, listen to that,” he groaned, voice rough. 

“So goddamn wet. Your dick feels so good sliding against mine.”

I moaned against his nipple and bucked my hips, fucking up into his fist. The contrast was driving me crazy… his massive, heavy cock throbbing against my slimmer one, veins pulsing, heads bumping and rubbing with every stroke. 

I could feel his heartbeat through his dick.

Kai suddenly pulled my head up from his chest and crushed his mouth against mine in a rough, hungry kiss. No softness, just raw need… tongues sliding, teeth nipping, hot breath mixing. While we kissed, his grip tightened and he started jerking us harder, faster, using both of our leaking precum as lube.

I reached down and wrapped my hand around his, helping him stroke. Now four hands were working our two cocks together in a tight, slippery tunnel. 

The pressure was insane.

“Shit, I’m… uggghhhh… fuckk….getting close,” I gasped into his mouth.

“Me too,” Kai growled, forehead pressed to mine, eyes locked. 

“Don’t stop. I want to feel you cum all over my dick.”

His words pushed me right to the edge. My balls drew up tight. Kai’s thick thigh clamped over my leg, holding me in place as he pumped us furiously. The wet squelching sounds turned frantic.

“Fuck… Kaiii…. aaarrggghhh…. I’m gonna…”

“Yeah.. yeah… yeah.. fuckkk… do it. Shoot it,” he snarled.

The orgasm hit me like a freight train. I cried out, hips jerking wildly as thick ropes of cum erupted from my cock, spraying hard across Kai’s heavy shaft and abs. 

The first shot even reached up to his chest. My whole body shook with every pulse.The feeling of my hot load coating him sent Kai over the edge right after.

“Fuuuuck.. Arrrrrgggghhhhh” he roared.

His massive body tensed, muscles bulging. His thick cock throbbed violently in our joined hands and then exploded. 

Heavy, powerful jets of cum blasted out, thicker and stronger than mine, mixing with my load and splattering across both our stomachs and chests. 

One rope shot so far it hit my chin. 

He kept stroking us through it, milking every last drop, turning the space between us into a hot, sticky, cum-drenched mess.

We kept pumping slowly for another half minute, riding out the aftershocks, until we were both oversensitive and gasping. Kai finally released our spent cocks and collapsed onto his back, chest heaving. 

I fell half on top of him, our bodies glued together by sweat and the massive combined load cooling between us. His big arm wrapped around my back, holding me there.

“Goddamn…” he breathed, voice hoarse. “That was fucking intense.”

I could only nod, still trying to catch my breath, my face buried against his sweaty neck, inhaling that raw masculine scent mixed with the sharp smell of our cum.

— – - - —

The next night we didn’t even pretend.

Kai came home, stripped immediately, and told me to lose the clothes. We ended up in his bed because it was bigger.

He lay back against the headboard, legs spread wide, that heavy cock resting against his abs, leaking steadily.

“Worship it,” he said simply. Not demanding... asking. His voice was husky with need.

“Been thinking about cumming on you all day at work.”

I crawled between his thighs.

Up close he was overwhelming... the musk stronger, the veins on his shaft pulsing, a thick drop of precum rolling down the side.

I started with my hands... running them over his hairy chest, thumbs circling his nipples until they hardened into points.

I licked the sweat from the groove between his pecs, tasting salt and man.

He moaned deep in his chest when my tongue found a nipple.

“Fuck yes… suck on it.”

I did. Hard.

While my hand worked his cock in long, twisting strokes, spreading his precum everywhere.

His hips bucked, thick thighs trembling.

I moved lower, licking along the underside of his shaft, savoring the salty tang of sweat and pre.

When I took the head into my mouth, he cursed loudly, one hand gently gripping my hair.

“Not gonna last if you keep that up,” he warned, but he didn’t pull me off.

Instead he flipped us. Kai was surprisingly agile for his size. He pinned me down gently, his massive body hovering over mine, and started grinding. Our cocks slid together in a mess of spit and precum and sweat.

Every thrust made his heavy balls slap against me.

“Look at me,” he ordered softly.

Our eyes locked as he rutted harder, faster. The friction was obscene... hot, slick, vulgar. His chest hair rubbed my smoother torso raw. I reached around and grabbed two handfuls of his thick, muscular ass, pulling him tighter.

“Gonna paint you,” he growled. “Cover you in my fucking load.”

When he came it was explosive... ropes of thick, hot cum shooting across my chest and abs, some landing on my own cock.

The sight and heat pushed me over. I added my load to the mess, shooting hard enough that some hit his chin.

We collapsed together, sticky and breathing hard.

But we weren’t done.

Hours later, after showers that turned into more rubbing and soaping each other’s bodies, we returned to bed.

This time slower.

Sensual.

Kai had me lie face-down.

He straddled my thighs, his still-hard cock nestled between my ass cheeks... not pushing in, just sliding.

The weight of him was incredible. He poured more lube (we’d raided the bottle earlier) and started a long, lazy fuck between my cheeks while his big hands massaged my back, shoulders, and arms.

Every so often he’d lean down, chest to my back, and whisper filthy praise..

“Your tight little ass feels so good squeezing my dick… gonna cum all over this hole later… such a good fucking boy letting me use you like this.”

I was leaking steadily into the sheets.

He eventually flipped me again and we froted like animals... cock against cock, his big hand jerking us together while his other played with my balls, then reached lower to tease my hole with one thick finger.

Not penetrating deep, just circling, pressing.

When we finally came the second time it was together, foreheads pressed, breathing each other’s air, loads mixing between our pressed bodies until we were both glazed and spent.

Sunlight poured in.

Kai woke first.

Instead of awkwardness, he pulled me against his chest and lazily stroked my morning wood while kissing my neck.

“This doesn’t make us anything we don’t wanna be,” he murmured against my skin. “Just two guys helping each other feel good in this fucking heat. And I plan on helping you a lot more before the AC gets fixed.”

I grinned, reaching down to grip his thickening cock.

“Good. Because I’m nowhere near done tasting all that sweat and salt.”

The summer stretched long and sticky ahead of us... full of more shared showers that turned filthy, late-night body worship sessions, and the kind of raw, masculine pleasure that only two straight guys who truly see each other can create.

No labels.

Just heat, hunger, and the constant, delicious slide of skin on skin.

--- -- ---

Everyone is 18+ and all situations are fully consensual.

I had lived next door to Brody for three years before the night that changed everything between us.

He was the kind of neighbor who was hard to ignore. Six foot two and built thick, with broad shoulders and heavy, powerful thighs. He had that classic straight guy look. Short brown hair, permanent stubble, and an easy confidence that came naturally to him. Almost every evening, I would see him walking around the apartment complex in those loose gray basketball shorts that hung low on his hips. They did nothing to hide the heavy, thick bulge that swayed between his legs when he moved. I had stolen glances more times than I cared to admit.

For the longest time our interactions stayed casual. Quick hellos in the hallway, small talk about the weather or the broken gym equipment. Then his wife left him almost a year ago and things slowly became deeper. We started sharing beers on my balcony, talking later into the night. I could tell the divorce had left scars, but he rarely opened up about the details.

Tonight the knock came a little after nine. When I opened the door, Brody was standing there in his usual outfit. Basketball shorts riding low and a black t-shirt stretched tight across his wide chest. His hair was still slightly messy and his stubble looked thicker than usual.

“Hey Finn,” he said, voice low and a little rough. “You got a few minutes?”

“Yeah, man. Come on in.”

He stepped inside, bringing that familiar clean scent of his soap with him. I grabbed two cold beers from the fridge and handed him one. We settled onto the couch like we had done so many times before. Brody took up a lot of space. His thick thighs spread wide as he sat down, one heavy arm resting along the back of the couch.

For the first ten minutes we talked about normal stuff. The game from last night, how hot the summer had been, the new tenant on the third floor. But I could feel something was off. Brody kept shifting his weight and rubbing his big palms over his thighs. His usual easy laugh was missing.

Finally he set his beer down on the coffee table and leaned forward, elbows on his knees.

“Alright, I am just going to say it,” he started, eyes fixed on the floor. “This is going to sound really fucking weird.”

I stayed quiet, watching him.

He let out a heavy breath. “After my wife left last year, she did not just walk out quietly. She sat me down and ripped me apart. Said our sex life had been boring for years. Too vanilla. Too safe. She told me she had been cheating because she needed more excitement.”

Brody paused and rubbed the back of his neck. His thick biceps flexed with the movement.

“Then she hit me with the part that really fucked me up,” he continued. “She said she had never once wanted to suck my dick. Not really. Even though I asked her for it… man, I asked her so many times over the years. I love blowjobs. Always have. The feeling of a warm wet mouth, someone taking their time… but she would barely do it. Maybe a few minutes on my birthday if I was lucky, but she made me feel like I was asking for something gross.”

He shook his head, frustration clear in his voice.

“I spent years lying next to her at night, hard as hell, knowing she did not want to touch me that way. It messed with my head bad. Made me feel like I was not enough. Like wanting head made me too much or too weird.”

I nodded slowly, letting him talk.

“After she left me,” he went on, “I bought a fleshlight. Started using it almost every night. Sometimes twice. And honestly?” He let out a short, bitter laugh. “It felt better than sex with her ever did toward the end. At least the toy did not make me feel ashamed for wanting it.”

The confession hung heavy in the room. Brody’s broad chest rose and fell faster now. His heavy thighs were tense under the thin fabric of his shorts.

“A few months after the divorce,” he said, voice dropping lower, “I made a list. Just for myself. Four things I have always secretly wanted to try but was too ashamed to ask anyone for. I have been sitting on it for almost ten months now. My thirty second birthday is only two months away and I keep thinking… if I don’t do this soon, I am going to regret it forever.”

He reached into the pocket of his basketball shorts and pulled out his phone. His thumb moved across the screen for a moment.

Then he looked up at me, eyes serious.

“I call it ‘Brody’s Horny Bucket List.’”

The second the words left his mouth I could not help it. A genuine laugh bubbled up from my chest. It was not mocking. It was warm, surprised, and a little charmed by how seriously he had named it.

Brody’s ears turned bright red. He rubbed the back of his neck again, looking embarrassed but also relieved that I had not recoiled.

“You think it is weird if I show you this?” he asked, voice low and hesitant.

I shook my head, still smiling. “Not at all, man. Go ahead.”

He hesitated for half a second, then handed me the phone. I took it from his big hand, our fingers brushing for a moment. The screen was open to a simple note titled “Brody’s Horny Bucket List” in bold text. I leaned back on the couch and started reading the four items out loud, my voice calm and light.

“One,” I read, glancing at him with a small grin. “Getting a sloppy, no hands blowjob while she looks up at me the whole time.”

Brody shifted on the couch, his thick thighs spreading a little wider. I could see the nervousness in his shoulders, but there was also clear anticipation in his eyes.

I continued scrolling, my smile growing as I read the second item. “This one surprises me a little,” I said, looking up at him again. “You have been fantasizing about that?”

Brody’s ears turned pink. He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed but unable to hide the spark of excitement in his eyes.

When I reached the third item, my grin widened. “Okay… getting a little kinky, huh?”

He let out a nervous laugh and covered his face with one big hand for a second. “Fuck, hearing you say it out loud makes it sound insane.”

I read the last one, feeling the heat rise in my chest. I handed the phone back to him and leaned back against the cushions, still smiling.

The list was honest, raw, and surprisingly hot in its simplicity. I could feel the heat building between us now, thick and undeniable.

Brody stared at me, searching my face. “Dude… you are judging me. I can tell.”

I burst out laughing again, this time louder and warmer. I shook my head and leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees so I could look him directly in the eyes.

“Brody, my guy,” I said, still chuckling, “this is like the basic shit you can expect when you have good sex with someone. Wanting your dick sucked properly? Wanting to feel a mouth on you without someone acting like it is a chore? That’s not weird. That is normal guy stuff. Your ex-wife made you feel like wanting those things made you too much. But it does not. It just means you have been starving for years.”

Brody watched me carefully, his broad chest rising and falling. The tension in his heavy shoulders eased a little, but I could still see the conflict in his eyes. Straight guy denial fighting against the relief of being heard.

“I don’t know, man,” he muttered, rubbing his palms on his thick thighs again. “It feels different saying it to another dude.”

“I don’t know, man,” he muttered, rubbing his palms on his thick thighs again. “It feels different saying it to another dude.”

“It is different,” I agreed softly. “But different does not mean bad.”

Brody looked up at me, his brow slightly furrowed. “What do you mean?”

I leaned forward a little, keeping my voice calm and steady. “How long have you had this list?”

“Almost ten months,” he admitted.

“And you still have not completed a single thing on it?”

He shook his head, looking a little defeated. “Not one. Every time I think about actually doing something, I freeze. I tell myself I will find a girl to do it with, then I chicken out.”

I watched him for a moment, letting the silence sit between us. Then I spoke carefully.

“What if I helped you cross these items off your list?”

Brody froze. His thick body went completely still on the couch. For a few long seconds he just stared at me, eyes wide with shock.

“Dude… but you are a guy,” he finally said, voice cracking slightly. “I… I don’t know. That is not… I mean…”

He trailed off, rubbing his hands over his face. His heavy thighs tensed, and I could see the internal battle playing out across his features. Straight guy denial mixed with years of built-up frustration.

I did not push hard. Instead I kept my tone gentle and honest.

“I know it is a lot to take in,” I said. “But think about it. You made this list because you are tired of feeling like something is missing. Your wife made you feel ashamed for wanting simple things. You have been sitting on these desires for ten months, and your birthday is coming up fast. I am right here, right next door. Someone you already trust. No strings attached. No one else has to know. Just you and me, one item at a time.”

Brody stayed quiet for a long moment. He stared at the floor, jaw tight, his broad shoulders rising and falling with each breath. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head.

“I don’t know, Finn,” he muttered again. “It feels… weird… and I am not gay”

I smiled softly, not mocking him. “It does not have to have a label. It is just sex. Pleasure. Something you have wanted for years. You don’t have to decide tonight. But if you really want to cross these things off before you turn thirty two, I am offering. No pressure. No expectations. We stop anytime you want.”

He ran a big hand through his hair, clearly conflicted. His basketball shorts had ridden up high on his thick thighs, and I noticed the heavy bulge between his legs had grown noticeably thicker.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “You are actually serious.”

“I am.”

Brody leaned back against the couch and let out a long, shaky breath. The silence stretched again, but it felt different this time. Charged. Like the idea was slowly sinking in and taking root.

Finally he looked at me, his eyes darker than before.

“If we do this,” he said slowly, “we really take it one step at a time?”

“One item at a time,” I confirmed. “Whenever you are ready. You control the pace.”

He nodded slowly, processing everything. A small, nervous smile finally tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“This is crazy,” he said, half laughing at himself. “I came over here just to get it off my chest. Now you are offering to actually help me do it.”

“I meant what I said, Brody. You deserve to feel good. The way you have always wanted to.”

He stood up slowly, his tall, thick frame filling the space in front of the couch. For a moment he just looked at me, something new and warmer flickering behind his eyes.

“I am going to think about it tonight,” he said, voice rough. “For real. And if I decide to go through with this… I will knock on your door.”

“Take your time,” I replied. “I will be here.”

Brody headed toward the door. Before he stepped out, he paused and glanced back at me one last time.

“Thanks, Finn. Seriously. Even just talking about it… it already feels different.”

The door clicked shut behind him.

I stayed on the couch for a long time afterward, heart beating steady and strong. Brody had carried that list around for ten months, too ashamed and too scared to act on any of it. Years of rejection from his wife had left him questioning himself, using a fleshlight just to feel something close to what he craved.

Now the offer was on the table.

I already knew that when he finally came back, things between us were going to change in the best possible way. And deep down, I suspected that once Brody got his first real taste of what had been missing, he was not going to want to stop at just one item.

How I Got Started

I am a 68-year-old bi man that got started on this bisexual journey nearly fifty years ago.

My best friend Chris used to say, “a nut is a nut.” His meaning was it didn’t really matter how you got your rocks off it was always good to cum. Chris had a normal position of having a hand in his waste band, his “resting position” whether he was standing or sitting. It was a bit provocative.

This was back in the day with no internet and the easiest access to porn was a few magazines. Luckly for us I worked at a motel that had a lot of businessmen stay throughout the week. They would buy Playboy or Penthouse for the most part and leave them in the room when they checked out. Pure gold as a late teenager when you could get a magazine like this with out going to the drug store and actually walk up to the counter and go through the process of laying a porn magazine on the counter and have to pay for it while turning red under the inspection of the elderly lady at the cash register.

Whenever I got ahold of a new magazine, I would stash it away until I could get it out to my car and thumb through it for a minute. I’m pretty sure most young guys were like me and would get a hardon for no reason let alone holding a porn magazine and thinking about looking at it.

Chris and I were living together while going to college so when I would get home we would sit on the couch and start looking through our new stroke magazine. Chris would be there with his hand in his shorts sitting next to me while I slowly turned and examined every page. I was hard and it was easy to tell Chris was hard as he stroked his cock inside his shorts.

Finally, one day Chris sat next to me as we started going through a magazine and he just pulled his shorts down to his knees and sat there stroking his cock. I was looking back and forth between his cock and the beautiful naked women on the pages and got harder than I ever had before. Chris had a great looking cock and bigger than me. His cock was about seven inches and nice and thick. My cock is about five and half inches with about the same thickness as Chris. He just sat there and stroked his big cock; I started staring at his cock instead of turning pages. Finally, he asked me to turn the page and snapped me out of my trance. I turned the page and again watched him stroke his cock. I was rubbing my cock through my shorts getting increasingly turned on.

Chris noticed the tent in my shorts and said we should get a little more comfortable. He stood up and took his shorts off; I was mesmerized as his big cock swayed back and forth at full attention. He motioned for me to take my shorts off, so I stood up and took off my shorts. I hesitated a little knowing my cock was shorter than his, concerned he might make fun of me. He didn’t say anything, just watched my cock as I removed my shorts and sat back down.

We sat there and stroked our cocks looking at the beautiful tits and ass on the pages. It didn’t take me long to have cum exploding out of my cock. I think it took Chris over the edge, and he exploded covering his stomach with cum. I didn’t know what to think, I couldn’t take my eyes off his cock and cum.

That night I experienced post nut clarity and was ashamed of myself for being so enamored by his cock and cum. Then I realized my cock was hard and I was stroking it. I couldn’t wait to get home the next day and have a repeat of the previous day’s events. The next day was normal, go to class, work and come home, but I was still thinking about what happened and was not completely okay with it.

We would wear out the pages looking at the magazines and stroking. One day as we were looking through a magazine, I could see the precum on Chris’ cock, about the time I noticed he stopped stroking and rubbed his finger around in the precum and the head of his cock. Oh, man it was hot, he looked over and told me to do the same thing with my precum. When I started rubbing the precum around my cock jumped like crazy. My cock was so sensitive, I was ready to explode. I looked over and Chris stopped rubbing his cock and said he was not ready to cum yet. He lifted his finger to his mouth and licked the precum. Again, I didn’t know what to do when he gently said, “try it.” I hesitated a little but went ahead and licked my precum. My first time tasting anything like that. After a few minutes Chris started slowly stroking his cock and would stop. I was following his lead, stroking my cock rubbing the precum around and tasting it. I didn’t know the term “edging” but that is what we were doing. We both had massive explosive cum when we finally finished. This became our normal process. I really enjoyed watching Chris stroke his cock and go through the process of stroking and playing with his precum and finally exploding cum all over.

We had a normal routine when we had a new magazine, particularly a Penthouse. We would look through the pictures and then read the sex stories. Chris was a great reader. Normally I would sit across from him when he was reading, but this day I was sitting next to him as he read. One of the things we started doing was stripping naked before we started looking at the pictures and reading stories. I liked watching Chris’ cock get hard as we started. Anyway, on this day I sat next to him as he started reading. We were both hard and slowly stroking when suddenly he put his hand on my upper thigh. I froze, but after a few seconds I relaxed as Chris calmly continued to read. As he was finishing the story he was slowly moving his hand up my leg and was now touching my balls. I was so excited I didn’t know what to do. The next story started with a lady slowly stroking a guy’s cock at a bar. I think that gave Chris the idea to start stroking my cock. Again, I didn’t know what to do, but it felt so good. After just a few seconds he stopped stroking my cock and put his hand on mine and slowly pulled my hand over to his cock. I had been staring at his wonderful cock as he stroked it for over a month and wondered what it would be like to hold his cock in my hand. His cock felt so warm and smooth and hard, I just started gently stroking it. I was so turned on it didn’t take long and blew my load. I was coming down from the biggest orgasm I ever had, when Chris put his hand over mine and started helping me stroke his cock. I was so absorbed with my orgasm I had stopped stroking him. I got my focus back and stroked him to completion.

We stroked each other for the next couple weeks, edging and rubbing precum around each other’s cock head. I was really getting into it we were even tasting each other’s precum and cumming hard.

We were really busy for a few days and did not get to stroke each other, but I had a new magazine and when I got home we stripped naked and sat down. I was slowly turning the pages with one hand and stroking Chris with the other when he surprised me. He leaned over and started sucking my cock. Oh, nothing had ever felt so good. He started running his tongue around the head of my cock teasing me. He could tell I was really turned on and stopped. He looked up and told me to stop him if I was ready to cum. He wanted to edge me like we had been doing when we stroked each other. I stopped him a couple of times, but I couldn’t stand it any longer. My hips started thrusting and I screamed that I was going to cum. He just kept sucking my cock and took every drop down his throat. I was breathing so heavy and my heart was pounding. I sat there a few minutes and caught my breath, knowing what I was going to do next.

Chris sat up looking at me wiping a little cum off his chin that had escaped with the biggest smile on his face. He also had the biggest hardon I had ever seen. I leaned over and licked the head of his cock tasting his precum, it was so good. After licking and giving his cock head attention I took it in my mouth. I really liked the feel of his cock in my mouth. I started bobbing my head up and down, stroking his cock and fondling his balls. I really didn’t know what I was doing except I knew what felt good to me. We had also been reading stories about cock sucking and I was applying what I had learned from the stories. Chris asked me to stop for a minute so he wouldn’t cum too fast, so I stopped stroking and sucking, instead I was gently squeezing his cock. I was looking up and saw his eyes getting big. I thought I was doing something wrong when he told me that it felt amazing, so I squeezed some more. I ran my thumb up along the bottom side of his cock and was rewarded with a nice stream of precum. In the stories we read, many talked about deep throating so I was wondering if I could deep throat his big cock. I started down and could get what I thought was a little over five inches before I started gagging. I kept trying but couldn’t get past the gag reflex. As I was pulling back up Chris announced that he was about to cum and started thrusting his hips up while his hand was on the back of my head. He exploded down my throat stream after stream after stream of cum. We were both panting and catching our breath, both very satisfied.

From then on, we would stroke and suck each other off nearly every day.

Ok so I 25 male, have been married to my wife also 25 since we were 19. We’ve been together since high school so we were our firsts and only for just about everything. My wife and I are both bi, I’m more just attracted to fat veiny cock and balls, not so much the guy it’s attached to. Since we’ve been together since high school neither of us have gotten to actually explore our bisexuality besides my wife having the occasional drunken make out with a friend and my wife pegging me on occasion. When we were 22 yo we had started talking about maybe opening up our relationship for just one experience that way we could atleast try the real thing.

One weekend my wife had a coworker and her husband over, we were going to get dinner and maybe have some drinks. Her coworker, Susan, is a short kind of chunky woman she was 33 at the time gorgeous and massive tits that she made sure everyone can see. Her husband, James, was 26-27 at the time 6’2 or something, big muscular black man. To my knowledge this whole little get together was just us hanging out with one of her friends from work. We were just sitting around at my house debating where to go out to eat, so I went to take a quick shower and freshen up because I was doing some yard work and stuff.

When I got out of the shower I slipped on a pink lace thong, because I prefer women’s underwear, my nice jeans and a plain T-shirt. When I leave the bedroom I hear the girls laughing and having fun. I get to the living room and see my wife and Susan on one side of the couch extremely close to each other and Susan’s massive tits barely being held back by her dress, and they’re being very handsy. On the other side of the couch is James sitting alone smiling at the view with a noticeable buldge. Susan sees me and says,

“there he is, took you long enough. Couldn’t figure out which panties to wear?”

I froze for a second looking confused.

“Oh Britney was telling us all about you when you were gone. Don’t worry we won’t tell as long as you’re a good boy.”

My dick twitched in my panties, I love being called a good boy in bed. I still stood there frozen in front of them mouth slightly open not knowing what to do.

“It’s okay baby”, my wife said, “ I only told them a little bit” .

“Yea like how your biggest fantasy is to watch your wife muff dive while you get double teamed by a couple of big cocks”

I tried to play it off as she was lying but I was stuttering too much and couldn’t really get anything out. The three of them giggled at how flustered I was.

My wife broke the laughter and commanded, “ babe come here”. As I went to walk over she yelled, “ no get on your knees and crawl over here”. I hesitated but obeyed her words, when I got over to them she grabbed my chin and pointed it up to her. “ baby we’ve talked about this. This is what we wanted remember? You’re going to give us a show and get to swallow your first load of cum, well that wasn’t from your own dick( Susan and James giggled at that). Then we’re going to have our turn while y’all recharge for the finale! Now crawl over there to James and we can get started.”

As I turned to crawl over I felt a hard smack on my ass. I got over to James mf he already had his shirt off. He pulled my shirt off before telling me to stand up and turn around . I stood up and he began to take my pants off as my bulged panties became exposed the girls became vocal.

“Mmmm that’s a nice sight, give us a little spin let’s see that ass”, Susan said. I turned around and when even gave bent over for them when I could tell they liked the view. Without prompt I got back onto my knees and began to unbutton James pants. I pulled his boxers and pants off in one slow motion. The girls moved to get a better view as I took the big thick 9” semi hard cock in my hand. They both encouraged me to try and fit it all down my throat. It didn’t take long for the two encouraging voices to turn into one as my wife readjusted herself so that her head was firmly between Susan two thick thighs. As I kept sucking I would look up to see Susan watch me intently trying to handle her husband’s manhood while she bit her lip and now had her massive tits out.

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When we finally broke apart, a thick strand of mixed cum and saliva connected our lips. Levi was panting hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly, eyes dark with lust.

I wiped my thumb across his lower lip, spreading the mess, and growled low against his mouth.

“Swallow what’s left, Levi.”

Levi’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes glassy and humiliated.

I smirked, my lips brushing against his ear as I growled, “Now go act innocent for your dad… try not to let him smell my cum still coating your tongue. Tell him everything’s fine while my load is still warm inside your guts.”

I paused, letting the words sink in, then continued with a dark chuckle.

“Coach paired me with his son… Worst fucking decision he ever made. I’m gonna make sure he regrets it every single night from now on.”

Levi let out a shaky, broken breath. His face flushed deep red.. a mix of panic and undeniable arousal. He couldn’t even look me in the eyes.

“Tomorrow night,” I said, voice husky and commanding. “Same time. Don’t be late… or I’ll come find you.”

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Now

Levi’s legs shook as he yanked his compression shorts back over his hips. Thick globs of my cum immediately started leaking out of his stretched asshole, running down the inside of his left thigh in slow, creamy trails. A shiny streak of it still coated his bottom lip from the load I had spat into his mouth and made him swallow. His cheeks burned dark red. His eyes looked dazed and fucked-out, pupils blown wide with that desperate mix of shame and pure cock-hunger.

“Go,” I whispered, bringing my hand down hard on his ass cheek. The sharp smack echoed. “Act normal for Daddy.”

He nodded, still breathing fast, and jogged out toward the brighter part of the tunnel. I stayed back in the shadows, my cock still heavy and half-hard, watching everything.

Coach Hayes’s voice carried clearly. “Levi? There you are. Why are you still here so late, son? Everything okay?”

Levi’s reply came out almost steady. “Yeah, Dad. Just extra reps with Zane. He’s intense.”

I grinned in the dark. Intense. That was one right word to describe pumping load after load into his son’s guts.

Coach chuckled. “Good. That boy needs pushing. Don’t let him slack off. Lock up when you’re done.”

The footsteps moved away for a few minutes. Then Coach’s voice came again. “Levi? I forgot my things. Wait here okay?”

Levi nodded, once he saw his dad’s shadow faded.

Levi sprinted back like a starving animal. 

Fuck. He’s coming back.

He didn’t say a single word. He just dropped to his knees on the concrete, hooked his fingers into my waistband, pulled my shorts down, and shoved my cock straight down his throat until his nose pressed against my sweaty pubes.

“FUCK…aaarrrrggggghhhhh… shit”

He pulled away slowly, looking up at my face the whole time, which made my cock throb even harder. Before he pulled off completely, he gave a sharp suck to my mushroom head that made my legs tremble. He gave it two more hard suctions that nearly made me fall down. I gripped the cinderblock wall tight to stay upright.

“Fuck…uggghhh…morreeeeeee…. ughhhmmmggghhh”

This little fucker.

He gave the head one last kiss and ran so fast before I could yank him back down.

“You little fucker…” I muttered, staring at his hard cock that was still dangling and leaking as he disappeared. I will close this debt tomorrow night.

Next Night – 10:30 PM

I showed up twenty minutes late on purpose. When I walked onto the track, Levi was already waiting under the lights... shirtless, chest rising and falling fast, those tight black compression shorts stretched obscenely by his hard cock. A big wet precum spot soaked the front of the fabric.

“Strip,” I said.

He shoved his shorts down immediately. His dick sprang up, thick and veiny, head shiny with precum. His balls hung heavy. His asshole still looked slightly puffy from the night before.

We skipped all the training. I grabbed him by the throat, fingers tight around his neck, and marched him deep into the tunnel, past the first bend where the emergency lights barely reached. The air smelled like old concrete, rubber, and dried sweat. This section was darker, riskier. Coach could walk in at any moment like yesterday and we would have almost no warning today.

I slammed his chest against the cold cinderblock wall.

“Hands behind your back. Now.”

He put both wrists together. I grabbed his discarded compression shorts and tied them tight around his wrists, knotting the fabric until he couldn’t pull them apart. Then I kicked his feet wider.

“You’ve been sitting in class all day with my cum still inside your asshole, haven’t you?” I growled, rubbing the fat head of my cock up and down between his sweaty cheeks.

“Yes…mmggghhh…. f-f-fuck yessss..aahhhh…” Levi panted, pushing his ass back.

I spat directly onto my cock, rubbed the spit over the head, lined up, and drove forward in one hard thrust. My thick shaft forced his asshole open and sank balls-deep in a single stroke.

“Fuuuuck... Zane..Aaaaahhh…. shit... too thick... ” Levi gasped, voice cracking as his hole clenched hard around me.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP and take it, coach’s boy.”

I started pounding him immediately... long, heavy strokes that made his body jolt forward against the wall every time my hips slapped his ass. Sweat poured down both our backs. The wet smack of skin on skin echoed loud in the tunnel. His tied hands twisted uselessly behind him as I railed his hole.

I reached around, grabbed his leaking cock, and stroked it fast, squeezing the head on every upstroke so more precum dripped through my fingers.

After a few minutes I pulled my cock completely out. His asshole stayed open for a second, a small gap showing the pink inside. I spun him around, shoved him down onto his knees, and slapped my slick, ass-flavored cock across his face several times. Wet smacks landed on his cheek, his lips, his forehead.

“Clean it... Every inch.”

Levi opened wide and took me back into his mouth. He sucked hard, tongue swirling around the shaft, tasting his own ass on my cock. I grabbed his short hair and fucked his throat deep, pushing until his nose pressed against my pelvis and his throat convulsed. Thick spit ran down his chin and dripped onto his chest. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes but he kept sucking, gagging, slurping, desperate for it.

I face-fucked him until his throat made constant wet glucking noises, then dragged him up by the hair and bent him over a stack of old gym mats. I mounted him again, sliding back into his sloppy hole in one thrust. This time I fucked slower but deeper, grinding my cock against his prostate on every stroke. I kept him right on the edge... jerking his cock fast, then stopping completely, squeezing the head hard when his balls started to draw up.

“Beg for my load,” I ordered.

“Please Zane… breed me again… FUCKKK…. aaaaahhhh….… pump my guts full… I - i - fuck… aahhh…. want your cum leaking out of me all day tomorrow during practice…”

I laughed quietly. “Not yet.”

I pulled out, dropped to my knees, spread his ass cheeks wide, and buried my face between them. I licked long stripes from his balls all the way up to his hole, tasting the mix of sweat, precum, and my own cum from the night before. Then I stiffened my tongue and pushed it inside him, fucking his hole with my tongue while I stroked his cock. Loud, wet slurping sounds came from my mouth as I ate him out. I sucked on his rim, spat on it, licked it again, then stood up and shoved my cock straight from his ass back into his mouth. He gagged hard but kept sucking, eyes rolling back.

This is too good. Coach’s son sucking his own ass off my dick like a whore.

That was when we heard the distant metallic sound of the stadium gate opening.

Coach was starting his nightly lock-up round again.

Levi froze completely, body tense. I didn’t stop. I shoved him face-down onto the mats, climbed on top of him in a full mount, and kept my cock buried deep inside his ass. I clamped one hand tight over his mouth and whispered right against his ear.

“Quiet. Or Daddy finds out his perfect son is a cock-addicted cumdump who begs to get bred.”

I continued fucking him... slow, deep, controlled strokes. Every time I pushed in, his hole clenched hard around my shaft. His own cock rubbed against the mat, leaking constantly. The danger made him shake.

Fuck, this is risky. But his hole is gripping me even tighter now.

Coach’s flashlight beam appeared, sweeping across the far end of the tunnel. Then the footsteps got louder. 

Closer. Much closer than before.

“Levi?” Coach called out. “You in here, son? I thought I heard something.”

Shit. He’s coming this way.

I didn’t pull out. Instead I pushed my cock even deeper and started slow, grinding thrusts while Levi’s body tensed under me. I kept my hand pressed hard over his mouth.

“Answer him,” I whispered, giving a sharp thrust that made my balls slap against his.

Levi’s voice came out shaky but loud enough. “Y-yeah Dad… I’m here. Just… finishing some stretches.”

I grinned and gave him another deep thrust, grinding my cock against his prostate while his dad’s footsteps came even closer.

Look at this. I’m balls-deep in Coach’s son while he talks to his father.

Coach’s voice got nearer. “You sure everything’s alright? You sound out of breath.”

Levi’s hole squeezed violently around my cock. I reached under him and stroked his leaking dick fast, thumb rubbing over the sensitive head.

“Everything’s f-fine, Dad,” Levi forced out, his voice cracking on the last word as I gave him a hard thrust at the same time.

I felt his cock throb wildly in my fist. He’s gonna cum. Right now.

I kept stroking him and fucking him with short, deep strokes while Coach’s flashlight beam swept closer, only a few meters away from our position.

“Levi? Where are you exactly?” Coach called again.

At that exact moment Levi’s body seized. His asshole clamped down like a vice around my cock as thick ropes of cum shot out of him, splattering the mat and my fingers. He moaned into my palm, the sound barely muffled. I kept thrusting through his orgasm, burying myself deep and unloading at the same time. Heavy pulses of my cum flooded his guts while his dad was literally calling his name.

This is insane. I’m pumping my load into him while Coach is right there.

The flashlight beam swept past the entrance to our hidden section but didn’t come in. The footsteps paused for a few long seconds, then slowly started moving away again.

“Alright, lock up when you leave,” Coach finally said, voice fading.

The second the footsteps disappeared down the tunnel, I pulled my hand off Levi’s mouth and kept pounding him hard through the aftershocks. Thick cum leaked out around my cock with every thrust.

I untied his wrists, pulled out slowly, and flipped him onto his back.

“Legs up. Hold them.”

Levi grabbed behind his knees and pulled his legs back, exposing his wrecked asshole. It gaped open, red and puffy, with my thick white cum slowly oozing out and running down his crack. I took out his phone and recorded a clear video... close-ups of his cum-drooling hole, his flushed face, his spent cock.

“Send this to me later,” I told him. “Every single morning from now on, before you even get out of bed, you’re going to send me a new picture of this exact asshole. Understood?”

Levi nodded, voice hoarse. “Yes, sir…”

I leaned down, spat directly into his open mouth, then kissed him hard, shoving my tongue deep while our spit and the taste of his ass mixed together.

When I finally pulled back I smirked.

“Tell your dad I’m making great progress with you.”

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Need Part 6?

I live in CNJ i feel like if my wife had a female friend who was bi or a swinger, she could at least soften her to the idea that its not so taboo. Not having any friends in the lifestyle, I feel like I'm alone in attempting to express any viewpoint here. Im bi, was in the lifestyle before married, she knew but I think she is intimidated by a lack of experience, so conversations are always shut down. I think a new open minded friend not a playmate could open a door

My husband (32m) and I (31f) are friends with a guy (39m) at work. I’ve been flirting and fucking with this guy for awhile now. I know my husband is bi, but he doesn’t know that I know. He’s made out and jerked off our friend, of course the friend told me. (Husband doesn’t know I know any of it )

The friend, we’ll call him R, is now getting divorced and just moved in with us because he has nowhere else to go. I cannot tell you how excited I am. To have both men, under one roof. R is breeding me so hard but also planning to get my husband to take his dick too. They’ve already made out in the moving truck. R sucked him off in the bathroom this morning. 😮‍💨 things are starting to heat up

I live in bangkok with my thai tgirl/lb partner, been together about 4 years .she like most thai tgirls loves to get kinky.

We have had others join us,had some great fun times. Occasionally she has swapped me with some other tgirl friends boyfriends. Not a regular thing, but her best friends have an agreement when it comes to boyfriends, as long as we ok with it.

A few weeks ago she came home from a night out with one of her closest female friends,and started saying she has a really cute new bf from Germany. I know this friend ,she a nice woman,but she never showed any sexual interest at all.

My partner then proceeded to tell me her new bf wanted to have sex with a tgirl,and she had asked my partner. We very open about sex ,so i told her i have no issues with it. She then told me her friend wanted to swap us and wanted me for the night to try out some kinky shit as she put it.

I asked like what all she said, id go over there,her bf would come to ours. And her friend wanted to dress up and would i be ok if she handcufed and blindfolded me to start with.and she had a toy collection she was keen to try on a guy who would be cool with it.

Well i like surprises haha, so said sure, if thats what you 2 had agreed. She looked happy and relieved as she told me they had agreed to 2 days time over the weekend.

I went over to her friend, who i had know for the 4 years we had been together, she always came across as quite reserved almost, smart office dress etc, nothing over the top. My partner told me to wear one of my jockstraps,that was only thing she had asked for.

I got to her condo,rang the bell,and she answered in latex catsuit with thigh boots ,looking very different . She asked ne in,and if i liked what she was wearing. Any man who diesnt like someone in latex must be blind!

I told her she looked amazing,unbelievably sexy .she told me to strip to my jockstrap and took me to a bedroom, asked if i was ok with being handcuffed ,which she had already started before i had answered!

She wanted to blindfold me too but later.

She told me my partner had told her how i was more top when we met,but had got me to bttm, and that she was really into using toys on me.and thats what her friend was interested in.

She wanted to play with me and see what toys she could use on me,my partner has a good collection, her friends was a lot more extensive a collection.

Her new bf wasnt into this side of her,my partner told her that id be easy to get whatever she wahted. Haha

She started playing with my ass just rubbing her finger against it,some rimming ,and teasing my balls ,then she slipped in a finger ,she was wearing long latex gloves, she was trying to get to my prostate, but her fingers weren't long enough.

She then came up to my face,slipped a blindfold on me ,I could hear her ,going through her box of toys,telling me she was trying to decide what to start with.

Then i felt a thin latex dildo of some sorts, vibrating at my ass ,she slid it in ,clearly trying to hit my prostate, and slowly started fucking me with it, it was small easy to take, my partner had used a lot bigger on me when she was trying to see how well i could bttm!

She stopped and i felt her hand inside the front on my jockstrap,she put a cock ring on me,and then continued to play with my ass ,next i could feel what felt like anal beads,size increase as they went in,she got them all in ,and i could feel the cock ring she put on me vibrating gently,then she pulled out the beads one by one,she seemed to be really enjoying herself,saying she had so much she wanted to do to me!

The cock ring had been working through various cycles of rhythm and strength, and it had got me hard. She started flicking my cock with my tongue,then would stop,just teasing me.

She continued working her way through her toy collection, nipple clamps, vibrating cock sheath,quite a few different anal toys,at one point i had the vibrating cock ring,vibrating cock sheath and a vibrator that would get bigger as it got faster.

She was just sitting there watching, thats when she took off the blindfold so i could see her showing me her selection of toys she wanted to use next,but 3 vibrating toys nearly pushed me over the edge!

She had taken off her latex mini catsuit ,and just was wearing the long gloves and thigh boots.

She got into a 69 style position,her ass and pussy inches from my face, but not close enough i could touch,she just wanted me to look at her

She removed my jockstrap,and had picked another toy for my ass a fairly big dildo that got thicker as it got closer to the base.she started sliding it in ,all the way in one go ,hold it then slowly remove,her other hand holding the top of my cock.

She didnt like the toy she was using, and went for another dildo,thick mushroom head style and a thick girth at least 8 inches. She put lots of lube on my ass,and tried to put the head in,i couldn't take the big mushroom head at first, she just pulled out then slowly tried again then back out. It was not the biggest dildo i had taken but they head was insane thickness,she could see i was struggling,but this time just pushed the head in until it popped inside my ass,she just kept it there,not moving me groaning, then she slid it in about 2 inches,then pulled back and pulled it out.

The feeling was insane,she had now changed her position so she was between my legs ,looking at this thing as she pushed in the head again,not any easier,but this time she pushed it all the way in .she got up and left me with this dildo deep in me, went over and started showing me other dildos,various lenghts and thickness,then put on a strap on harness and pulled the dildo out of my ass,then picked another ,not as thick but 8-9 inches long and super smooth .

She undid my handcuffs and got me into doggy position and got behind me and started fucking me ,wanking my cock as she did.

She carried on pounding away,then turned me over so she could get at my cock better,until she me me cum,all over my stomach, while she still had her strapon all the way inside. Once you have cum that dildo becomes so much harder to handle!

Eventually she pulled out,kissed me and told me my partner was right, she did get to do all she had wanted!! Then asked if she could sit on my face and if i would try and make her cum. She got back into 69 this time my face covered by her and she started sucking me ,she wanted to get me hard,

She had a great smooth ass and pussy ,it was an easy ask ,she at some point was on her phone ,and had messaged my partner. She had sent my partner some pics of my with various toys in me,and my partner had sent her some pics of her bf in similar postion,but cock not toys in him!!

They had video chatted too during the evening, showing each other what they were getting their bfs to do!

Of all her friends,especially as she was female and not a tgirl, i still can't belive how the night went. I have spoken to her bf since and he told me ,that my partner had pushed his limits massively and had destroyed him too,, we both laugh about it when we see each other.not sure if they had made a bet on who could push the others partner limits the most. If it had been a tgirl friend then id be 100% cettain haha.

When i see her,and she back to her normal self, tidy normal dressed.she looks like the female friend of my partner i always thought i knew. Never have i miss judged someone so much!