All Male Fiction: My Best Friend (Part 6)

By: Lucas Miller

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"So, what did you think?" Russell asked when I returned to our dorm room.

I assumed he was referring to his performance in the showers. "You are a new man, Russell. I don't think anyone knew what to say." The image of Russell strutting through the shower room with his large dick swaying back in forth brought a smile to my face. "You definitely left some of those guys with something to think about."

"Really?" He tried to mask his enthusiasm by reading something at his desk.

"Let's just say, a few guys in particular had problems looking away."

"Well, I don't want them to attack me," he said continuing to read. "It's not like I want to have sex with them."

I knew what he wanted. He wanted others to take notice of him and to treat him respectfully. Russell thought the size of his dick would help him with that. It was possible that he was right. It was also possible that there were some jealous guys who watched his dramatic display. It was possible that these guys may attack him in other ways.

He changed the subject. "I think Mr. Morgan is the English prof." He didn't look up, but continued to read from the stack of papers on the desk.

The name sounded familiar. "Who's Mr. Morgan?" I walked over to him and realized he was reading from Marc's journal. I hadn't even realized that it was sitting on the very top of the pile of papers I had earlier pulled out of my knapsack.

"This guy." He pointed to the journal. "I think he's my English professor. I mean, it may just be a coincidence, but this Mr. Morgan is an English teacher and my teacher is also named Mr. Morgan."

"That would be too crazy if they were the same person," I replied, thinking the odds of Marc's Mr. Morgan being the same guy were preposterous.

All Male Fiction: The Right Words

By: Unknown Author

For quite a few years now, I have been making a pretty good living as a writer of porn. A few months ago, though, all of my stories were being rejected for publication. For the life of me, I could not figure out what the hell was wrong. I was on a first-name basis with the editor I sold to the most. We would call each other from time to time and talk business. Now I hadn't heard from him for a while, and I was beginning to think I had bad breath. To say I was getting nervous was some kind of understatement. If I wasn't ready to push the panic button yet, I was sure getting close.

From the sales I had made before the rejections started, I figured I could hold out for another couple of months or so, but if I couldn't figure out what was causing my stories to be rejected, I was going to be forced into working for a living again. Now, there was a thought that scared the shit out of me!

The worst part of all this was, the worrying was starting to have an adverse effect on my writing. I was having trouble concentrating, and for the first time in my life I discovered what it was like to have writer's block. Days would go by when I would just sit and stare at the blank document page on my computer screen. My muse had deserted me. When a small spider took up residence behind my backspace key, I knew I was in real trouble.

So I did what every other normal, red-blooded, depressed American would do; I decided to go and have a talk with my bartender. Now, Sam was a good guy, and if he could help you he was damn sure going to try. He kept a small humorous sign behind the bar that said "Psychiatric help: $5." What could I lose? I would order a beer and look as forlorn as possible, hoping to get some sympathy, and maybe some good advice.

"Well now, if it isn't the Ernest Hemingway of smut! How you doin'?" Sam said, as I walked into the cool interior of the bar.

"Not so good Sam. I don't know what's happening to me, but all of a sudden nobody wants my stuff. So I came here for a beer and some good advice."

"Beer I can give you," he said as he lay a tall cool one down in front of me. "Advice costs extra, ya know."

"Sam, right now I'd give just about anything to know what the hell I'm doing wrong. My stories used to sell like hot cakes, and now I can't give them away. It doesn't make any sense."

"What have you been writing about?"

"Well, for the last few months, I've been writing stories for a gay magazine one of my regular editors started working on. All the stories were rejected. I don't know what I did wrong. I wrote them just like I write all my other stuff, you know, real hot."

"How can you write about the sex life of gay men when you're straight?" he asked.

"Easy. You take out all of the 'she' and 'her' words, and put in 'he' and 'him' words, and substitute the words ass and butt for pussy and cunt," I replied.

"Oh really? Aren't you the guy that once told me a good writer only writes what he knows about, because that's the only way to get the words right?"

"Sure, but..."

"Sure but nothing. There is no possible way that you can write about the sex life of gay men without experiencing life as a gay man, the sex life of a gay man; in other words, having sex with another man. Maybe you better stick with what you know," he said, and then walked away to serve a man who had just come in.

As much as I hated to say it, he was right. I had taken on these gay story assignments out of loyalty to that particular editor, and had convinced myself that I could do it, with the thought that my own experiences with women was the same thing. I mean sex is sex right? But, I guess it is different when it comes to writing about it in a believable way, expressing the feelings and emotions in words. I had no idea what two men experienced by having sex together, and was simply describing what I knew it to be like with women. Obviously it wasn't the same with gay sex, since my stories were just as hot as all the straight stories I had sold, but no one wanted to buy the gay ones I wrote. See, I told you Sam knows his stuff, and based on his good advice, there was only one thing to do… research!

Now all I had to do was find a man with whom I could learn the things that go on between two men, through observation, so I could stop faking my way through my writing.

I live in a large Midwestern city, so I decided to go to a gay bar and take some notes, maybe talk to a few guys, get to know them a bit. I left Sam a bigger than average tip and headed uptown.

After buying a gay newspaper to find out where the joints were, I made a list and started out. I observed the gay guys interacting, but it didn't really feel any different than being in a sports bar full of men; well, other than seeing some guys kissing each other. I wasn't really learning anything, though, so, in the third bar on my list, when I was propositioned, although I'm straight, I decided to accept.

The way I looked at it was, at worst I would get a blowjob, and maybe he would want to be fucked in the ass. Big deal! I was open-minded, and although I had no sexual desires towards men, I could do those things in the name of research and know that I was still straight. I mean a blowjob's a blowjob, and I've fucked girls in the ass before, so what's the difference, right? Now if he wanted me to suck his dick or stick it up my butt that was a whole different story. That was where I drew the line!

Bisexual Fiction: David's Summer Job

By: Bi Guy & Ryan Michaels

David mopped the droplets of sweat that were dripping from his forehead and into his eyes. It was hot - the middle of July - and he was busy cleaning and scrubbing the beach snack shack at the Indian Lake Resort.

David's dad owned part interest in the place, and that's how David ended up as a gofer, clean-up person and lifeguard. The pay wasn't much, but he enjoyed meeting the vacationers, and he especially liked his lifeguard duty.

David had been a competition swimmer in high school. He liked the water, and he liked being with the guys. Sometimes he even thought he liked looking at the guys in their tight swimming trunks. He'd never fool around with a guy, at least that's what he had convinced himself, but looking wasn't a crime, was it?

Outwardly, David was your typical All-American stud, chasing girls and discovering how good sex feels when you're young and strong and always ready.

So far this summer, he'd played with more than one sweet, young girl who'd gotten turned on by David's muscular twenty-year-old body and even disposition. He'd always been attracted to girls around his age, so that's why his infatuation with Mrs. Dexter seemed unusual. Not that she was so old, but anyone over thirty seems old when you're twenty.

Mrs. Dexter - Jessica was her first name - and her husband, Michael, had been at the resort for a week. In that time, David had flirted verbally with Jessica each time he had served her at the snack stand.

David found himself daydreaming about Jessica's big tits and curvy ass. He had seen her and her tall, good-looking husband swimming and playing at the beach. She wore the tiniest bikini he'd ever seen, while Michael favored Speedos, just like the swim team. David had seen the bulge in those tiny swim briefs, and knew there was a large piece of meat inside. Too bad he couldn't see it in the shower room like he did the dudes at school. The thoughts about Michael unsettled David, but turned him on, nonetheless.

Jessica and Michael sunned themselves on the beach and commented to each other about the young lifeguard and how he seemed to enjoy watching them. Jessica told Michael about the little flirtations. Michael stared at David's sexy young body, and his cock grew hard.

Jessica teased him as she rubbed the front of his swimsuit. "David must really turn you on," she said, winking at her aroused husband.

Michael's bisexuality was no secret. In the five years they had been married, Michael had had several affairs, with Jessica's knowledge and blessing. But now it was Jessica who wanted a fling.

"He's so sweet and innocent, Michael. I want him. Will you let me have him?" she asked, almost in a kidding way.

"As long as I can watch him fuck you. He's my type, too."

Jessica's eyes widened. Michael kissed her and whispered in her ear, "Let him have you, and then let me have him."

Michael's tongue delved deeply into his wife's sweet, warm mouth and they clung together, each anticipating the hot time David could bring them. Michael's fingers pushed aside Jessica's skimpy bikini bottoms and he sensuously rubbed his aroused wife's pussy. Jessica thrust her hand inside Michael's Speedos and gently toyed with his erect penis and squeezed his large, heavy balls.

They wanted to do more, but not under David's watchful eyes. Not yet, anyway.

David watched from his lifeguard tower vantage point as the horny lovers played their erotic games. David's prick caused his swim trunks to tent up in the front, and a wet area started to emerge as his cock responded.

Michael and Jessica walked hand in hand back to their cottage, and as they passed the lifeguard station, Jessica winked at David and stroked the nipple of her left breast.

David's hand wandered to his crotch and he rubbed his bulge, nearly shooting his wad when Jessica played with her nipple. Was she hot for him, too? Why, he wondered, with a big stud like Michael to fill her needs? David then thought of Michael's dick and how good Jessica must feel as it pumps her cunt. He wasn't sure what excited him more, the thought of fucking her, or taking hold of Michael's prick and maybe sucking it; or maybe being fucked by him. The thought caused David to shiver with uneasiness.

The next day, David greeted Jessica with his usual big smile and friendly hello as she wandered near him as he was working at the snack stand. His bright blue eyes opened wide as he saw her approach in a skin-tight t-shirt and those skimpy bikini bottoms. The nipples of her ample tits protruded erotically from the thin material of the t-shirt, and David lustily thought how nice it would be to nurse them in his mouth.

"Watcha up to little boy?" Jessica asked with a wink.

"Cut out that little boy stuff!" David responded.

"Ok, ok. I can see you're more than a boy." Jessica gave his body a quick stare, lingering at his crotch.

The unsubtle glance was not lost on David.

"Maybe I need to prove to you I'm no boy," David flirted back.

Jessica extended her hand to David's face. She stroked his tanned skin and smiled. "Michael's gone to Stadium City on business today. I'm available if you are."

The proposition stunned David. He'd been dreaming about Jessica's body since she'd arrived. Now she wanted him. Or was she just flirting, teasing him? "Are you serious?" he asked.

"Very," she smiled.

David couldn't believe what was happening, and he quickly finished his chores at the snack stand and followed Jessica back to her cabin.

Of course, she had lied; Michael was gone, but not far. And he would arrive in time for the show. And maybe more.

All Male Fiction: Reunited

By: Ryan Michaels

ryanxxx@hotmail.com

The following story is based on real people, places, and events; however, the main sex scene is fictional.

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It was that time of year again; the warm weather had arrived, and, Pride was just a few days away. I was very excited about going to Pride this year, for a couple of reasons.

The first was because it was World Pride. World Pride was like the Olympics, in that it only occurred every few years, and was always hosted in a different city in different parts of the world. This year marked the first time that it was being held anywhere in North America, and it was being held in my city, Toronto. It was going to be a historical event for that reason, and I wasn't going to miss it.

The other reason I was so excited, even more so than going to World Pride, was because Scott was going to be there. Scott was the ex-boyfriend of my best friend and roommate, Mike. The first time we met, there was an instant, yet unspoken attraction between us. Scott even lived in the same building, so I saw him a lot at our place. Of course, given that he was my best friend's boyfriend, we never did anything about it, at least not for a long time.

That all changed when the two of them broke up and, without getting into too much detail (which would be a complete story all on its own), the two of us ended up hooking up almost right away. That first time took place in the stairwell outside of my apartment, while my friend/his ex was home. Scott had a roommate too, who was not only a homebody but also worked from home, so he was always around, and we were both concerned that our hooking up at Scott's place would get back to Mike, something we both knew would not go over well. With time being of the essence, due to our public location, I ended up giving Scott a quick blowjob and milking a load out of his cock and right down my throat.

We hooked up several more times after that, with one of us giving the other a blowjob or trading blowjobs. We never did any more than that because we were always meeting in secret places where we couldn't get naked, and didn't have a lot of time to take our time and do more. Basically, we just met up and one or both of us pulled our dick out through our fly.

Eventually, on a rare occasion when his roommate was out of the apartment, I went up to his place and fucked him. Scott was versatile, or I should say a versatile bottom; he much preferred to get fucked, loved it actually, but he'd fuck, too, every once in a while, if the guy he was with was a strict bottom, and he was in the mood to do it. As it turned out, that first fuck I gave him turned out to be the last, as Scott met someone right after and they started dating. They even ended up moving in together a short time later.

A couple of years after that, he relocated to Vancouver and still lives there to this day. It has been years since we've seen each other in person, but, over the years, we have kept in touch via email, texts, and the odd phone call every now and then – which usually ended up in us having phone sex, or, sometimes, phone sex was the purpose of the call. No matter how much time passed, even in the words of our emails and text exchanges, not to mention dirty phone calls, it was evident there was still a very strong sexual attraction between us.

When Scott emailed me to let me know he was making the trip from Vancouver to attend the World Pride event and to see me while he was there, to say I was excited about this news would be an understatement. I couldn't wait to see him again, and I knew he was just as excited about getting to see me again, too. Looking back, as well as thinking about the many conversations we'd had over the years talking about that time in our past, the two of us had had so many missed opportunities, and I for one planned to make up for some of them during Scott's visit.

Scott was arriving late Friday afternoon, and leaving on Monday. Plans were made for me to meet him at his downtown hotel shortly after his arrival, and for me to spend the entire weekend with him, not just at Pride, but at the hotel as well.

When the day arrived, I had butterflies in my stomach as I made my way to his hotel; I wasn't nervous, just excited. As soon as I got there, I wasn't sure if I needed to check in at the front desk or if I could just go on up to his room. With World Pride and a few other events taking place in the downtown core, the lobby was a flurry of people, and the desk clerks were busily occupied, so I ended up just spying the elevators and making my way right to them.

The butterflies increased as I arrived in front of the door to Scott's room. I reached out and knocked on it, and just seconds later it opened and there stood Scott. He had a big smile on his face, as did I, and as soon as I stepped through the door, I dropped my overnight bag and we hugged each other as the door swung closed behind me.

Our embrace didn't go on for very long, and as soon as we had broken apart, I dropped down to my knees in front of him and grabbed at the front of his pants.

"Whoa, uh, Ryan, don't…" Scott said as his hands came down to mine, trying to stop me from getting at his cock.

I had no idea why he'd want to stop me. All I could figure was that he was just as desperate to get his lips around my cock again as I was his, and he wanted to suck my dick first. But he didn't have a chance to say any more than he did, for I had his pants and underwear pushed down below his balls and his cock in my wet mouth in a flash.

My hands reached around behind him and held onto his firm ass, gently squeezing it, and, giving into the pleasure, his hand fell to my head and rested lightly atop it and he just moaned softly as I began to blow him.

After a couple of minutes, Scott began to gently hunch his cock at my mouth and I knew he was about to cum. A look down at his balls also told me the same thing. And then he confirmed it when he quietly moaned, "Uhhh, I'm gonna cum!"

I immediately pulled my mouth off his cock and looked up at him with a grin and said, "Not yet. We still have a lot more to do first."

As I stood back up, Scott bent to pull up his underwear and pants, and my mouth fell open and my cheeks flushed red, for behind him in the room were three other guys, and all three had just quietly witnessed everything.

All Male Fiction: My Best Friend (Part 3)

By: Lucas Miller

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Josh had to go to class later in the afternoon. Although I had hoped we would stay in bed all day, it was also nice to spend some time alone. I reflected over the events of the past two days. I smiled at the memory of Josh and me in the showers starting our fun together. Then there was the pleasurable blowjob I had given to Carl behind the garage. Then, of course, there was Marc. My heart raced at the thought of him wearing my underwear, his mouth on my cock, and the wonderful sensation of his ass surrounding my dick as I fucked him.

Marc was the first and only guy I had fucked. But even before we'd had sex I felt a different kind of attraction to him. I hoped that he wasn't upset about Josh and me spending the morning together. I wanted to stay close with Marc… I wanted to continue to see him. I wondered if Josh would mind including him in our sexual play. They had fucked too, so why not?

All of this passed through my mind as I showered. The showers were quite busy, but I was oblivious to those around me. When I had finished I returned to Josh's room and dressed. I thought that I would spend a couple of hours exploring the campus. Before leaving, however, I noticed that Marc's computer was on. I went over to see if I could access it to check my e-mail. Luckily, he didn't have his computer password protected.

When I opened the browser, out of curiosity I checked his bookmarks and found some gay sites. Towards the end of his bookmark list was a page titled "My Blog". I clicked on it, and what loaded was an online journal Marc had been keeping. There was a list of entries, with the first one dated over two years ago. He had been in high school then.

It felt wrong violating Marc's privacy, but curiosity had the better of me, and I clicked on the first entry. It began with: "A new life began today…"

I was worried that Marc might come in while I was reading this, so I hit the print key and watched as page after page after page came out of the printer. It took nearly fifteen minutes to print the entire journal. When it was finally done, I closed the site, then deleted my browsing history so Marc wouldn't know I had accessed his journal. After gathering up the pile of papers, I put them in my knapsack and, without even bothering to check my email, I left the room.

I found out right away that the campus was in constant motion. There were so many people around that it was impossible to find a quiet place to sit and read Marc's journal. In the end I decided to go to the library to find a private corner.

On the first floor nearly all the chairs were filled, so I went to the elevator and took it to the sixth floor. There were fewer people there and I found a relatively private place to sit. I say relatively because I was probably about twenty feet from a couple who were studying together, mixed with some giggling on the girl's part when her boyfriend would whisper things in her ear and touch her. But I wasn't going to find any better place to sit.

I pulled the journal out of my knapsack and started to read it:

A new life began today. I have spent my life in near isolation, keeping others away from me, preferring to be alone. My dating experience is slim. I have kissed only two girls and I am almost seventeen. I have never touched a girl's boobs or had sex with a girl. Strangely, I never even think about it. It's not that I am disgusted by sex or girls, but having sex with the girls I know doesn't seem comfortable to me. I thought one day I would get comfortable with girls, but it hasn't happened. I think I found out why, today.

I know I am taking a chance writing about this and putting it online. Although I know the Internet is so vast that the likelihood of someone stumbling upon my blog is very small (It's not like I advertise it, give the URL to people or share it), I still know I am taking a risk of exposing myself to my classmates and family. I suppose if this does happen it would be a good way to let those who are close to me know who I really am.

So, my life truly started today. It totally happened by accident (I think). I had been sick yesterday and had forgotten to get an assignment from Mr. Morgan, my English teacher. After school I remembered the missed assignment and went back to his classroom. It was empty, but I heard movement coming from Mr. Morgan's office, which is connected at the back of the room.

I made my way toward it. The door was closed, but not completely. There was a small crack between the door and door jam. I peered in and saw Mr. Morgan digging through the bottom of his desk drawer. His back was to me. I was going to knock, but the way he was searching made me a little curious as to what he was looking for. I decided to wait until he found it, then I would go in.

Finally, Mr. Morgan pulled out a magazine from far back in the drawer. He opened it up and began leafing through it. As he did this he turned his chair to the side so that he was partially facing me. I could clearly see his face. He was smiling and licking his lips.

Mr. Morgan is a pretty cool teacher. He gives us a lot of work, but is always cool about grading. No one ever failed his class. He is also pretty good looking for a guy in his thirties. He has short brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a trim body. It was strangely exciting watching him without his knowledge. I was able to really look him over.

Then he held up the magazine and I could see the cover. It had a man in a leather outfit standing next to another guy in what looked like a ski mask. The man in leather held a chain that ended at a collar around the other guy's neck. It was a gay magazine!

I couldn't believe Mr. Morgan was gay. This was a good piece of gossip, but I realized I didn't have anyone I would really tell it to. I continued to watch.

Mr. Morgan was rubbing the front of his dress pants. He set the magazine down and opened his zipper. He pulled his dick out of his pants through his opened zipper, and it was hard! I was stunned by how long and thick his dick was. It had to be at least eight inches long. Much bigger than mine. And there he was moving his hand over it.

What surprised me the most was that my own dick was now hard in my pants. I wanted to pull mine out, too, but I had books in my hand and was afraid to move for fear of him hearing me. So I stayed still and just watched.

As I read Marc's words I started to become aroused. Although I was far enough from the giggling couple, I thought it would be best to be alone. I located the men's room and went inside. It was empty, so I took the last stall. I pulled down my pants and sat down on the toilet. I continued to read:

Mr. Morgan was beginning to sweat and moan. My dick was doing its best to tear through my underwear and jeans. It hurt like hell and I had to release it from its confines. As quietly as I could, I stepped back and set my books down on a desk in the last row. I moved just as quietly back to the door.

Mr. Morgan's hand was moving quickly over his hard dick now. I unzipped my jeans, reached inside and pulled out my own dick. I began copying his every motion. When he slowed down, I slowed down. When he quickened his pace, I followed. When he began pulling at his balls, I started pulling at my balls.

My own cock was rock hard now and I started to imagine Marc's encounter with his teacher. I anticipated Marc's next move, hoping he would storm into the room and suck Mr. Morgan's cock. I read on:

I could tell Mr. Morgan was getting close to cumming. His moaning was getting a little louder and he was starting to grunt a little. Then a long string of cum flew from his dick and landed on the floor. Another smaller glob landed on his pants. The rest ran down the side of his dick.

I also started to cum. Most of it ended up in my hand, but some remained on my dick. I had never done it before, but with no other option, I ate the cum from my hand and then wiped my hands on the back of my jeans before stuffing my dick back into them and zipping up.

Quietly, I went back over to where I had laid my books and picked them up. Moving back to the outside of his office, I waited until he had put his dick back in his pants, then I knocked on the door.

He greeted me pleasantly, but with noticeable nervousness. I asked for my assignments and he got them together quickly. As he was doing it I noticed the magazine still on his desk. He caught me looking at it and his eyes got wide. I just smiled at him, and then he handed me the assignments. "Thanks, Mr. Morgan," I said, took another glance down at the magazine and then left his office and his classroom.

This was the end of the first entry. I flipped through a few more of the pages and saw Mr. Morgan's name throughout several of them. I hoped there was more to their encounter.

I was going to jerk off, but I heard someone come in. Whomever they were, they moved down toward my stall and ended up right on the other side of the door. They stayed there for a few seconds, then went to the stall right before mine. It was very odd. It was only then, drawing my eyes away from my reading material for the first time that I noticed a hole in the wall of the stall where the toilet paper holder should have been.

Moments later a half-hard dick poked through it. "You want to suck this?" the guy whispered.

All Male Fiction: The DILF Next Door (Part 1)

By: Ryan Michaels
ryanxxx@hotmail.com

 

 

 

The Morrison's had lived next door to us for longer than I'd been alive. Both they and my parents bought their houses from the builder of the development before they were even built. At the time both were young couples in their twenties, recently married, and purchasing a home suitable for starting a family. That was just over twenty years ago, and today the Morrison's have two children, a twenty-one year old daughter named Melissa, who was away at University, and an eighteen year old son named Tyler. I was an only child, and, like Tyler, I was eighteen as well.

Given that we lived next door to each other, were the same age, and were in all the same classes during public school and some in high school as well, it was only natural that Tyler and I would end up being friends. Growing up, we played together a lot… and when we hit our teenage years, we started playing together in a totally different way.

Young, curious about sex, and always horny, Tyler and I started jerking off together. That eventually led to playing with each other's dicks, and then, eventually, blowjobs. Well, I gave him blowjobs. Tyler never once gave me one.

Of course, I tried to convince him to try it. After all, I had never had one before at that point and wanted to know what it felt like, too. But after a while I stopped trying to get him to return the favor, for it quickly became clear that Tyler was straight and, to him, what we were doing was just a way to try sex, a way to get off.

I on the other hand knew I liked boys, and only boys, and was just happy to be playing with and sucking a dick. I liked playing with Tyler like that, and I liked that he believed that we were both just playing around, helping each other out, and didn't suspect that I was actually gay, but there was someone else I wanted to play with even more… his dad!

Tyler's dad was forty-four, totally hot, and most definitely a DILF! He worked out and it showed. He often worked outside, cutting the grass and doing gardening without a shirt on, and usually wearing just a pair of shorts. His body was cut, and he was strong and muscular. A real Alpha male.

When I wasn't servicing his son's cock, I spent a lot of time stroking my own, thinking about him. Sometimes I even jerked off while peering out my window at him as he worked outside, bare-chested and sweaty, muscles bulging, and that very nice sized bulge that always showed in the front of his shorts bouncing about as he moved.

The more I sucked Tyler's cock, the more I found myself thinking about his dad, pretending it was his cock I was sucking. And then, one day after school when I was over at Tyler's house, something happened. We were in the basement and I was sucking his cock. No one was home, but his dad ended up coming home early from work. Neither Tyler nor I even realized he'd arrived home until I saw him on the basement stairs from the corner of my eye. Tyler had his head back and his eyes closed, so he didn't see him. The strange thing was, his dad just stood there for a moment, taking in what he had walked in on, and then just turned and quietly went back upstairs.

I quickly figured that he stood for a moment, shocked by what he was seeing, and then just didn't want to embarrass his son or himself and chose to leave instead. I tried to stop sucking off Tyler, but he, not knowing his dad had come home, and me not wanting to tell him his dad had just seen me sucking on his cock, insisted that I continued to blow him until he came. And so I did.

After I got Tyler off with my mouth, he offered to give me a hand job so I could get off, too, but, knowing his dad was home, I made the excuse that I had to get home and would do it myself later. We then headed upstairs for me to leave.

As Tyler opened the front door and I stepped outside, Tyler's dad was by his car in the driveway, making like he had just gotten home. I felt really awkward and looked down at the ground as I veered across the lawn over to my house and then quickly ducked inside.

As soon as I had closed the door, I took the steps two at a time up to my bedroom and immediately shoved my pants and underwear down and started taking care of my horny prick. Despite feeling embarrassed and awkward after being caught by Mr. Morrison, now, with my hard cock in my hand, I found myself thinking about Tyler's dad seeing me sucking cock, sucking his son's cock, and I came fast, and hard.

Once I came down from the joy of an ejaculation, I began to worry that Mr. Morrison might say something to Tyler about what he had walked in on. If that happened, not only would I feel for Tyler having to deal with the knowledge that his dad saw him getting his dick sucked by another guy, but it could also mean that he'd no longer let me suck his cock. And with his dick being the only dick I got to suck, that would mean no more dick for me, and that would, well, suck!

I had an even bigger worry, though. Mr. Morrison and my dad had become friends over the twenty-some years they had been neighbors. They would shoot the shit together when both were outside at the same time, watch sports together (usually at his house), once and a while go out for a beer together, and my dad would sometimes work out with Mr. Morrison in the Morrison's home gym in their basement. So there was a distinct possibility that he could tell my dad that he'd caught me performing oral sex on his son. I wasn't ready to come out to my family just yet, or to anyone for that matter, and I wasn't sure if I could handle my dad finding out I was gay at that point and time, especially like that.

The very next day, though, Tyler wanted to get sucked off, and he never said anything about his dad coming home early the day before and seeing us. That gave me a great sense of relief. I felt even more relieved, when, after my dad came home from working out with Mr. Morrison the day after that, it became clear that Tyler's dad was not going to blab about what he'd walked in on, because my dad never said anything to me and never gave me any kind of look that would indicate he knew.

I was overjoyed that Tyler's dad was going to keep this little bit of knowledge to himself and that no one would find out. I was also kind of turned on by the fact that Mr. Morrison now knew that I liked to suck dick. Not that it changed anything. He was still straight, still married, and still just a hot fantasy that would never become a reality.

 
But just a couple of weeks later, all of that went out the window when I found myself in the Morrison's backyard, standing in front of the sliding glass door to the basement, mouth agape, and frozen to the spot as I looked through it. Just as I had assumed Tyler's dad had been shocked at seeing his son getting his cock sucked by the boy next door, now I was the one who stood shocked at what I was seeing: there, on his knees, was my dad, sucking off Mr. Morrison!

All Male Fiction: Chris' Sex Adventures (Part 2)

"Getting Pumped"

By: samboi91 & Ryan Michaels

 

 

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After sucking my first cock, I craved to do it again. It was all I could think about. Luckily my best friend Adam - the recipient of that first blowjob - was only too happy to help me satisfy my craving. He had a home gym set up in his basement and I'd been going to his place a few times a week for the last couple of years to work out with him. We'd work out, hang out for a bit after, and then I'd go home.

Now, with Adam no longer fucking that girl Lisa and not getting any from any other girls at the time, those workout sessions always ended with Adam wanting a blowjob. Since one or both of his parents were always around, we'd scurry up to his bedroom and I'd suck him off. I loved sucking him off and always took care of myself later on.

Sucking his big cock and taking his load down my throat was so hot for me, but I wanted to try more things with him, too. Little did I know at the time, but I would get my wish.

It happened about six months after I had started sucking Adam's cock. We were both working out in his basement, with me wearing shorts and a basketball jersey and Adam just in shorts; I was doing bench presses, while he spotted me. During my third set on the barbell, I noticed a bulge starting to appear in Adam's shorts. We looked into each other's eyes and I knew it was time to stop working out with weights and give his cock a workout instead. But this time, instead of heading up to his room, he just pulled his cock out through the leg of his shorts while still standing over me and placed it at my lips.

I was surprised at first but then remembered that his mother had gone out a little while after I had arrived and no one was there but us. I opened wide and took it into my mouth as he grabbed the barbell for support.

Pulling his cock out of my mouth, he held it upwards and then bent his knees and lowered his balls down onto my nose and mouth. "Smell my sweaty balls! Yeah, smell good?"

"Mmmhmm!"

"I bet they taste good, too. Let's find out. Open your mouth and lick them with your tongue. Yeah, that's it!" he said, and moaned as I repeatedly lapped at them, "Suck my fuckin' sweaty balls!"

I sucked them, one by one, and then I got both in my mouth at the same time.

"Oh yeah, fuck yeah! Wash the sweat off with your tongue until they're all clean!"

Soon his balls were being pulled from my mouth and replaced with his cock again. While I worked my mouth on his cock, I reached both hands around him and grabbed his ass. It felt rock hard and toned.

"Whoa, man. Don't get too friendly back there. That's an exit only. Yours on the other hand…"

Yanking his cock out of my mouth, he told me to stand up. As soon as I was on my feet, he instructed me to turn around so that my back was to him. In one quick move, he pulled my shorts and underwear to my ankles. I could feel his eyes on my bare ass and then I felt his hands. They were kneading my cheeks, and my crack was opening and closing as a result. I heard a slurping sound and knew what was coming next and I wasn't wrong. I moaned as he slid a finger into me.

"Fuck, you're tight! Have you ever been fucked before?" he asked as he slowly moved it in and out.

"No, never. You're the only guy I've ever sucked, too."

"Well, you're gonna get fucked today. That ass is so tight; I just gotta stick my cock in it! Man, I can't wait to break it in!"

Before I could respond, he was already running up the stairs. I turned and stood there, my shorts and underwear around my feet, completely naked with a hard-on, waiting for him to come back.

When he returned, he was completely naked now too, and he was stroking his cock as he walked across the room. It was slick and shiny with lube. He was holding the bottle in his hand, which he handed to me.

"Squirt a bunch of this up your ass," he said as I took it from him. "Make sure you put lots up there and work it up inside with your fingers. Try to get at least two fingers in there and work them in and out to loosen things up."

I did as he said, first kicking my pulled-down shorts and underwear free from my feet to allow me to spread them apart a bit, and actually managed to get two of my fingers inside me. It hurt a bit at first but quickly started to feel really good. I was even starting to quietly moan a little bit.

When Adam heard this, he lay down on the bench, holding his thick cock in the air, and said, "Ride my cock, Chris. Then you can decide how slow you want it to slide in."

I was nervous, but I wasn't scared. I wanted this and I walked over to him and put one of my legs over him so that I was standing above his cock. I put my hands on his defined chest for support as I lowered myself onto his cock. I felt the big head push against my hole as it started to slide in, and the pain hit me.

"AHH FUCK!"

"It's ok, man. Just relax. Stay like that and let your hole adjust."

I did as he told me and the pain started to go away. Then I started to slowly lower myself further and further down onto his cock. Once it was all the way in me, and I had sat still on it to let my hole adjust, it felt so good. We both let out a moan.

"Fuck, man. Your tight ass feels so good. Ride my big dick!"

I started moving up and down on a few inches of his cock, very slowly. He grabbed my hips and started thrusting gently into me. Both of us were moaning. It was my first fuck and it was amazing; getting fucked by my best friend's eight-point-five-inch cock.

"Stand up and bend over for me, man," he said after a minute or so.

I obeyed him and felt his cock sliding out of me inch by inch as I raised myself up; it made me feel empty and I wanted it back in me. He stood up as I bent myself over, and then he moved behind me. With his cock now pressed at my hole, he started to push it back inside me, and I was thankful it didn't hurt as much this time.

It felt great having his cock back in my ass, and he liked it being there too, as he started thrusting a bit harder.

"Fuck! Your ass feels great wrapped around my cock! I'm gonna fuck you so good!" Adam groaned as he grabbed my hips and started thrusting his cock faster and deeper in and out of my hole. "Fuck yeah. Take my big dick. I'm gonna blow deep in your ass, man."

"Fuck, Adam, not so hard!" I whined. He didn't respond and just kept pounding me, and it was obvious he was going to keep fucking me incessantly, despite my plea of discomfort. 

All I could do was continue to take his cock in me; he was in control, and he was using my body to pleasure himself. At that moment I was just a tight hole for him to use to get off, and those thoughts aroused me even more, made the discomfort worth it, and I closed my eyes and moaned louder than I think I ever had before.

"Oh fuck, Alex, so tight!"

Alex? He just moaned the name of another buddy of ours. Alex was the same age as us, a jock, and had a typical jock body; muscular from playing sports and working out. He had huge biceps and always sported a pretty big bulge. His face was pretty nice to look at, too. But why would my straight friend moan the name of another guy while he was using my hole just to get off? It didn't make sense for him to be thinking about him, or any guy, just then.

"You should get your cock sucked," Adam panted as he continued to ram in and out of my ass.

As I went to open my mouth to tell him that I'd rather he keep fucking me, I heard another voice say, "Yeah, you're right, I should."

All Male Fiction: Chris' Sex Adventures (Part 1)

"Adam's Birthday"

By: samboi91 & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

As a typical horny, gay teenager, there was a lot of stuff out there that kept me locked in my room whacking one off whenever I could – which was pretty much several times a day. Magazines with male models, the hot skater boys on my street, the buff guys at the gym, it was all enough to keep me going. Being eighteen years old, sex was a big part of my life. I wanted to try everything.

I watched a lot of porn from when I was young so I already knew a lot about sex before I even started having it. Certain things would get me hornier than others, like seeing athletic guys in tight-fitting tank tops or a Singlet. It made them look so manly and like they would take control. That was a big turn-on of mine, a man that could take control. Not someone who would tie me down to a bed and have his way with me, but someone who would tell me what to do, be a little forceful, and know what he wanted.

I saw this quality in my step-brother Jeff a few times and will admit I got slightly turned on when we would play wrestle and he would pin me down. He was a twenty-one-year-old Personal Trainer who was in amazing shape. He didn't care who was watching when he came out of the bathroom in just a pair of boxer shorts. He had ripped abs, perfect, hard pecs, and biceps that bulged from his arms, even when he wasn't tensing. He trained me a few times, which got me to the athletic self that I am now. Defined pecs that weren't as big as his, but they were noticeable, abs that you could see the outline of, and small biceps.

He had mostly looked after me when we were growing up. My mother died giving birth to me, and his mom, whom my dad married a couple of years after my mom's death, was killed in a car accident when we were both still kids, and our father was always away on business. So Jeff had taken care of me all these years, which made me respect him. He'd always barge into my room at eight in the morning yelling, "Get up Chris or you're going to be late!"

Luckily I was good enough to hide all my gay porn from him over the years. It came as a shock to him when I finally came out at the age of seventeen. He was fine with it all, though. He respected me a lot more for having the guts to come out and protected me anytime someone would give me shit about being gay. The next year was the year I had my first experience with a guy.

That first time happened on my best friend Adam's birthday. A bunch of us guys went over to his place to have a few drinks and party. Some of the guys brought girls with them. He had the house to himself that weekend as his parents were away. Altogether, including Adam and myself, there were ten people there, three of them girls.

Once the party started to die down, about half the people had left by that point, and of the three others that were left, a guy named Tim was passed out in a chair, and the other guy, Matt, and the girl he'd brought with him had just gone off to one of the bedrooms to have sex. And that left me and Adam standing together behind the couch talking.

As the two of us chatted, he told me about one of the girls at school he was fucking and what it was like. Even though I preferred dick, I still always had an interest in what it would be like with a girl.

After he finished telling me all the dirty details, we stood there in silence for a moment, and as we did we heard Matt suddenly moan from the nearby bedroom and say, "Yeah, suck it!"

Adam and I smiled at each other and giggled quietly, and then Adam spoke. "Man, I could really use one of those right about now, too."

"Yeah, who couldn't," I laughed.

"Yeah, but, I mean it's my birthday. I should at least get a blowjob on my birthday, dontcha think?"

"For sure," I laughed.

"So… wanna give me one?"

I started laughing again but Adam didn't laugh and suddenly I wasn't entirely sure if it was a joke. Then, in a completely serious tone, he said, "No, really, you wanna blow me?"

"I dunno… I thought you were straight?"

"I am."

"Then why are you asking me to blow you?"

"Because I'm horny, and Lisa" (the girl he was casually fucking) "is away for the weekend with her parents. Every guy deserves a blowjob on his birthday, and I figured since you're gay, you'd be willing to take her place on my dick."

"Oh really, you think just because I'm gay I'll suck any guy's dick?"

"Not any guy's dick, but I know you'll suck mine. I've seen the way you look at me sometimes." Then he grabbed my hand and said, "You want to, don't you Chris?" as he put my hand straight onto his crotch.

Bisexual Fiction: Amber Alert

By: DoorX & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

My girlfriend's name is Amber, which is kind of ironic as there is nothing cautious about her. All of her friends are well acquainted with her carefree, adventurous and often mischievous behavior and have come to use the phrase "Amber Alert" when they see her coming. These traits of hers are especially true when it comes to sex.

A prime example in that regard happened one night when she, I and a friend of mine named Drew returned to my dorm room after a party. We were all kind of drunk, and I could tell Amber was up to something. She usually gets quite mischievous when she's had a few.

"That sure was a fun party. But I don't think the fun has to end just yet," Amber giggled as she put some music on and then began to twirl around in my room.

Drew and I chuckled as we watched my girlfriend dance. Her demeanor slowly changed as she moved to the music. Her eyes smoldered at us as her lithe body undulated provocatively. She began to rub her firm tits while her slender hips bucked with the music.

Amber smiled impishly at me as she danced toward us. Her eyes locked on mine, she moved to Drew, mounted his leg and ground her crotch against it.

Drew looked at me quizzically, and I could only shrug my shoulders in reply.

Amber raised her arms over her head and arched her chest towards Drew's face, moaning softly as she rubbed against his leg. She then flashed a seductive grin at us, lifted herself off Drew and spun away.

"Ryan, what's going on here?" Drew breathed hotly as Amber began to writhe before us.

"I'm not sure, but just go with it," I replied.

Amber began to do a slow striptease for us. She looked coyly over her shoulder as she pulled her blouse off over her head and unsnapped her bra. She threw the garments back at us, the bra landing on Drew's head. She then turned around and faced us, her hands covering her tits. She raised her eyebrows and smiled playfully at us, then pulled her hands from her chest. She gave us a quick glimpse of her pert tits, then laughed and turned away again.

I could tell Amber was enjoying herself immensely. She was a bit of an exhibitionist and liked to dance for me. But stripping in front of my friend gave her an added thrill. It excited me as well. I loved Amber's body, but I also loved her spontaneous and kinky mind. I knew she was really dancing to entice Drew, and it turned me on knowing my friend was getting hot watching my girlfriend.

I didn't know how far Amber would go with this, but I was bound to find out. Her hips swayed from side to side as her erotic dance continued. Then she turned her back to us, bent over, and slowly shimmied out of her skirt. She kicked the skirt aside and, still bent over, tugged down her panties. They stuck momentarily in the wet crevice of her cunt, then slid down around her ankles. I heard Drew gasp as Amber's firm ass waved in the air at us, her swollen pussy-lips visible between her slender thighs.

Amber gave us a long look at her delectable ass, then turned and gave us a full view of her nubile body. She grinned sexily at us as we lustfully eyed her beautiful face, firm tits, slender waist, and finely-trimmed bush. She then sauntered over to Drew and sat down on his lap.

"Holy shit," Drew groaned as my girlfriend ground her bare snatch against his crotch. She took one of his fingers in her mouth and sucked on it seductively as she squirmed on his lap.

Amber gave my friend a lap dance worthy of the best Las Vegas stripper. She pulled Drew's hands to her tits as she continued to suck on his finger and buck against his crotch.

"Uh, Ryan, you don't mind Amber doing this?" Drew muttered as he instinctively thrust upwards toward Amber's grinding pussy.

"He doesn't mind," Amber cooed as she wriggled on my friend. "He loves me and will let me do anything, and do anything for me. Isn't that right, Ryan?"

I nodded my head. I really was pussy-whipped. Amber was the dominant one when it came to sex. She'd have me do some kinky and wild things, and I enjoyed submitting to her domineering wishes. She once tied me up, tormenting me by sucking my cock for almost an hour but not letting me cum. But when I did, it was amazing. I'd eat her pussy upon command, no matter where we were. One time she told me to eat her out in front of her roommate. Afterwards she had me masturbate in front of them. I was powerless to deny Amber anything, and we each got off on the dominating relationship.

I did feel kind of jealous seeing Amber bounce suggestively on my friend, but I was also enjoying it, and, more importantly, Amber was enjoying it. She wanted Drew and knew that I would not try to stop her.

"Mmm, I can feel your cock all big and hard against my pussy," Amber purred. She then reached down and began to unbuckle Drew's pants. "Let's see if your cock really is as big as the girls say."

We both gasped when Drew's cock sprang out. I had seen his cock in the dorm showers before, and it seemed pretty big soft, around six inches. But now that it was hard, I was amazed at how enormous it was. His cock must have been ten inches long and as thick as my wrist.

"Oh wow," Amber breathed excitedly. "Look at how huge his cock is, Ryan! Take yours out so I can compare."

I reluctantly undid my pants and pulled out my cock. It was already hard from watching Amber. Drew's huge piece of meat overshadowed my average-sized penis, making it look so much smaller than it actually was.

Like a girl in a candy store, Amber played with both of our cocks. "Ryan, you know I've always enjoyed your cock, but look at how much bigger Drew's is. I can barely fit my fingers around it," she said giddily as she tugged my hard dick and gave long strokes to Drew's much longer shaft. Then she took her hand off my dick and placed it beside her other on Drew's cock. "Look, Ryan, it's so big that even both of my hands don't cover the entire shaft!"

All I could do was stand there and watch as my girlfriend ignored my average member and obsessed over Drew's enormous tool. Again, I was jealous, but also very aroused.

"I need to taste your cock," Amber said to Drew. "Then I want to feel this huge pole up my cunt."

Drew looked at me and said, "Ryan, I won't do this if you don't want me to."

"He wants you to," Amber interjected. "He likes me to enjoy myself. Ryan, you know you'd love to watch this monster disappear up my cunt."

I looked at my girlfriend's hands pumping Drew's massive erection and nodded, then vocalized my answer. "Yeah, I would."

"You sure?" Drew asked me.

"He's sure," Amber giggled. "And while I'm sucking your cock he's going to eat my pussy and get it all ready for you to fuck me, right Ryan?" she said flatly.

"Right," I said.

Amber giggled again and then said, "I want you both naked. Stand up and strip for me."

As Drew and I got up and began to undress next to each other, Amber sat back on the couch with her legs spread and played with her pussy as she watched us removing our clothes.

When we were both naked, she directed Drew to step up onto the couch and stand next to her, and directed me to get down on my knees between her legs. She then gripped his raging hard-on, licked her lips at the prospect of sucking the big cock and said, "Let's see how much of this I can fit in my mouth."

As she guided Drew's enormous prick toward her face her eyes closed in rapture, and I watched as she spread her lips around his bloated knob and lowered her mouth. Her lips were stretched in a wide "O" as she accepted barely a third of his massive tool, and then she reached out and put her hand on my head, pushing it down towards her pussy.

Drew moaned as my girlfriend slurped noisily on his prick, and I glanced up to take a look, seeing my girlfriend's mouth clamped around Drew's fat stalk, his huge cock bulging from her wide-spread mouth, her head bobbing as far up and down as she could.

My eyes became transfixed at the sight as I continued to lick her pussy. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked wetly on his fat, veiny shaft. Her tongue swirled around the bulbous head of his penis, lapping at the oozing pre-cum, then flickered down his meaty shaft. She pressed her mouth to the underside of his bloated pole and sucked. Her lips then flitted further down his elongated member to his enormous balls.

"Drew, your balls are absolutely huge. I bet you cum a lot," Amber chirped as she lashed his golf-ball sized orbs with her tongue.

"If you keep that up, you'll find out soon enough," Drew groaned.

"Oh, I'd love to gulp down your cum. But I need your big cock inside me," Amber panted.

She gave his gleaming shaft one last lick, then got off the couch and down onto the floor on all fours, leaving me on my knees with Drew's suddenly abandoned, wet cock right in my line of sight.

"Fuck me like I've only dreamed about, you stud."

Drew looked at me once again for approval.

"Go ahead, Drew. Give it to her," I said.

"Yes, give it to me. Give it to me good," Amber rasped hotly, raising her ass in invitation.

 
Drew stepped down from the couch, his mammoth cock wobbling obscenely between his legs, and I stood up and moved to watch as he got behind my lust-crazed girlfriend and mounted her.

Standing beside her, I slowly started to stroke my own throbbing dick as I watched Drew grab his cock and rub the head of it up and down Amber's slit. Then I let go of my dick and reached out and spread her ass next to her cunt. Drew pushed forward and I watched the head of his dick slip inside my girlfriend's pussy. Both he and she moaned.

Drew started to insert his cock slowly and Amber turned her head and smiled at me as my friend's cock penetrated her. I returned my hand to my dick and watched as inch after inch of Drew's long cock started to disappear up her pussy. Then the look on her face changed and I could tell from Amber's pained expression that he was doing some stretching of her tiny cunt. But her grimace soon turned to a mask of perverse pleasure as Drew filled her tight pussy to the root with his horse-meat.

"God, it's so big!" Amber moaned as she skewered herself on Drew's immense cock.

I began to stroke my dick a little faster, just from hearing her say that, oddly turned on in knowing that my friend's cock was deeper than mine could ever go and was stretching her wider than my dick had ever stretched her.

Drew obviously loved her snug, wet pussy, and Amber seemed delirious with passion from his humongous spike. Her breath came in halting gasps and she mewled nonstop as Drew pounded into her. His heavy balls slapped against her splayed slit and his pelvis smacked her upturned ass cheeks as he crammed her full again and again with his oversized dick. And Amber bucked back mindlessly against him, desperate to have his giant prick buried deep inside her.

"Ryan, come over in front of me so I can suck your dick while your friend fucks me," Amber said.

I didn't need to be told twice, and I quickly scampered in front of Amber and guided my erection toward her opened mouth and fed her my steely rod. She immediately began to bob on my hard offering, while I placed my hand on her head and looked over her body and watched Drew's cock thrust in and out of her juicy cunt as she sucked me.

I had never seen Amber so turned on before. She moaned and writhed with delight as her mouth and cunt were fucked by me and my friend. She was acting like a woman possessed, moaning and slurping and gyrating wildly. She had told me of her fantasies about getting gangbanged, but this was the first time she was with more than one guy at once. And Drew's cock was much bigger than she had ever had inside her tight little hole before.

Amber rocked back and forth between us, captured like a pig on a stick on our two hard prongs. Each time Drew pumped his over-sized pole into her squishy pussy, she was thrown forward onto my throbbing cock, her mouth sliding down my shaft. She would then buck back against Drew and resume the perpetual fucking motion. There was only so long I could contain my passion, but I could tell that both Amber and Drew were as excited as me.

"Ryan, I've never fucked a pussy so tight or a girl so hot," Drew groaned as he held onto my girlfriend's slender hips and thrust his extra-large penis hard and deep into her willing cunt as he watched her head bobbing on my cock. "I don't think I can hold out much longer!"

"I'm about there, too, Drew. Cum inside her," I panted as I pumped my own pulsating organ between her suckling lips.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah!"

"Shit! I'm gonna cum!" Drew groaned and then he fucked into Amber hard a few times, and then withdrew his cock until just the head remained inside her and he grunted and trembled slightly as he came in her cunt. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Oh! Ah! Ah! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Mmm!" Amber squealed. Her mouth slid off my cock and she shrieked, "Oh, I can feel it! Your load going in my cunt is making me cum! I'm cumming! Cumming soooo gooood!"

Her moans were then silenced as I stuffed my aching cock back into her mouth and erupted. My balls contracted and I spewed jet after jet of creamy sperm all over her tongue. Amber sucked and gulped down my copious torrent of semen while her body continued to writhe in the throes of her orgasm. When I finally stopped shooting, I had to pry my sated cock from her mouth.

Amber flipped herself over onto her ass and sat dazed on the floor for a moment, Drew's cum-load oozing out of her, filling her slit. She licked a sticky white strand of my cum from her lips, smiled at us radiantly and purred, "That sure was fun. My pussy is sore as hell, but I'm glad I was able to sample your giant cock, Drew."

"Me, too," Drew replied, his large, wet prick starting to droop to half-mast.

"You liked seeing me get fucked by your friend's big cock, too, didn't you?" she smiled up at me.

"Yeah, for sure, so long as you continue to like my dick."

Amber toyed with my limp meat and cooed, "Oh, I will. But there is still something else I want Drew to do for me."

"What's that?" Drew asked.

Amber spread her legs a bit more, looked up at Drew smiling and said, "I want you to lick my pussy."

Drew's face dropped and he pointed at her cunt, "But I just… came in you!"

"I know, and now I want you to clean it up for me," she cooed. "C'mon, you can't tell me you've never tasted your own cum."

Drew blushed and we both knew that he had.

"C'mon, clean my pussy, please."

"I dunno."

"Ryan does it all the time and he loves it," Amber volunteered.

Drew looked at me like he couldn't believe it, but at the same time his cock began to rise back to full attention.

"Once you do it, it's actually kind of hot," I said, not feeling the least bit embarrassed that Amber had revealed the fact that I liked to eat my own cum to my friend.

Drew looked from me to Amber's spread, cum-filled pussy. "Well… ok, I guess I could try it," he said and then slowly got down on his knees between Amber's legs.

Lying down on his stomach he moved his head to her pussy and then tentatively stuck out his tongue. He let the tip lightly flick over the surface of his load and then pulled his head back slightly, tasted it, looked at her cunt and then leaned his head in and flicked his tongue again. This time, though, he kept flicking his tongue, eating his own cum, until he was licking her clean.

My own dick started to rise watching my buddy eat his own cum from my girlfriend's snatch, and when he had finished and kept eating her pussy, hungrily, I was rock hard right away.

When he finally pulled his head out her lap, Amber looked over at me and said, "And now there's something I'd like you to do for me."

"Oh?" I asked curiously. I thought our lusty game was over for now, but again I underestimated Amber's kinkiness.

Amber smiled impishly at me and said, "I'd like you to experience what I did. I want to see you suck Drew's cock."

I looked at Drew's cock, which was dwindling again, and then looked at her uncertainly. As I said, since Amber and I have been together, she's managed to open me up to her kinky ways. But tying me up, eating her out and masturbating in front of her friend was only just the start of things to come. Since then she'd had me suck her cock-shaped dildo, and she'd even convinced me to let her insert it in my ass.

She'd managed to convince me by telling me all about the "A-spot," a place in a man's ass (his prostate) that would give him an intense orgasm like women have when a man manages to find their G-spot. It still took some convincing but eventually I let her try it and, although it had hurt the first time going in, it soon turned into this amazing feeling, and I did have the most amazing, intense orgasm of my life.

After that I was more easily convinced to try it again, and next time she used her vibrator in my ass. Wow that felt great! Every once in a while she'd use her dildo or vibrator on me when we had sex, and then she bought a strap-on. That gets brought out a couple of times a month and I do find it quite enjoyable, but there's a big difference between using dildos in our sex play together and playing with an actual cock.

 
"What?!" Drew gasped in response to her request. "But he's my friend."

It immediately struck me as odd that his first reaction was that I was his friend, not that she was asking him to let another guy suck his cock. And, for me, the more I thought about what she wanted me to do, the more I was coming around to wanting to try it.

"Well, who better than a friend to suck your cock," Amber grinned at him. "How about it, Drew. Will you do it, for me?"

Drew looked at her and then he looked at me. I knew he ordinarily wouldn't go along with something like this, but like the two of us, he was under the influence of alcohol and, like me, seemed to be under Amber's spell, willing to do anything she wanted.

When his eyes traveled down to my cock, and he said, "I don't know. I'm not sure that I can cum again so soon," and his own cock started to rise again, I could tell that he was wavering on the edge of saying yes. He'd just need a little more convincing, and Amber was great at convincing guys to do things they might not normally ever consider doing.

Amber reached out and stroked his long cock and chirped, "I bet a stud like you can do it four times a night. Besides, even if you can't cum again, you can still get sucked."

"I don’t know…"

"Your cock got hard when I told Ryan what I wanted him to do," she said tugging on his stiff meat. "Just try it, and if you don't like it, I'll finish you off."

"So why don't you just blow me?"

Amber laughed. "No, I meant I'd finish you off with my hand. You'd much rather have a blowjob, though, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, you can, but only from Ryan. So, what's it going to be, stud, hand job or blowjob?"