Straight Fiction: Sometimes You Just Really Need to Get Fucked!

By: Brindle Chase

Life gets so hectic at times that I forget to relax and enjoy it. I'd stop to smell the roses, but it seems like there is a bill collector behind every bush. Work and no play makes me cranky, and I didn't have time for relationships.

We all feel that need to get laid, to let off some steam. I'm not a slut, but I can be, when I need it badly enough. Like everyone else, I have a threshold and when I hit that cap, I need to get some. This was one of those times.

A flat tire on the way to my dead end job was just the start. My boss had reamed me for something I wasn't even involved in. I lost one of my best clients and my favorite team got eliminated from the playoffs.

Enough already. When I got home and made a cup of noodles, and the depression and loneliness hit, I decided I needed to get fucked.

I went to my wardrobe and picked out a teeny tiny miniskirt and matched it with a spaghetti strapped satin halter. Only a moron wouldn't see my outfit as a desperate plea for some cock.

I did my hair in loose spirals, and did my makeup in lady of the evening fashion. I looked pretty good when I took the time, so I did. I even added glitter. Some lucky son of a bitch was in for a wild ride.

On a whim, I went driving downtown until a flashing neon sign caught my attention. There were people lined up down the block waiting to get in, so I figured it was a hot spot. Perfect.

The place was jumping. Heavy pulsing music blasted to a thumping bass drum while bodies thrashed and ground against one another in a blur of flesh on the endless dance floor. It was wall-to-wall with people wanting the same thing I did.

I turned down three offers of various indulgences before I could even worm my way up to the bar and order a cosmopolitan. I needed some liquid courage first and then I'd decide just how low I felt like setting the bar.

I'm not that picky. As long as he's clean, his looks don't matter all that much, but it's always nice if he just happens to be attractive too. Gentlemen were my favorites, but tonight I just wanted some bad boy to ring my bell. This place was crammed with them. I felt like a kid in a candy store with a crisp one hundred dollar bill.

Every seat in the place was taken, so I took up residence by a pillar near the main dance floor. The industrial techno just kept going and I couldn't tell when one song ended and another began.

Another three come-ons failed to impress me, when I noticed a guy watching me. He was sitting at one of the booths along the far wall. The flashing lights made it damn near impossible to see what he looked like, but I was so horny by then, I decided he was the one.

I ducked and weaved my way through the undulating crowd and stopped in front of his table. His eyes went up and down me like a leopard eyeing its prey. I flashed him a smile and slipped into the booth next to him.

He had longish dark hair he kept in a shag, a neatly groomed goatee and sexy full lips. I couldn't place his nationality, but he was definitely part black. I couldn't tell what color he was in the alternating blue, red and green lights, but he was a few shades darker than me.

"What's a sweet young..."

"Shut up," I said, cutting him off. I didn't want him to ruin it with a stupid pickup line.

He arched an eyebrow and gave me a 'what the fuck' look, but I simply scooted closer. The little round table at the booth's center was perfect. I was so needy, I wanted him right there. Throwing caution to the wind, I met his look with a catlike grin.

"Don't talk, just fuck me."

He seemed shocked by my statement for a split second or two and then said, "Uh, that works for me," and then tried to introduce himself.

"I don't want to know your name. I want your cock, nothing more," I yelled over the music. A name to go with his face would make it personal. This was raw animalistic need, not a prelude to something more meaningful.

I moved my hand to the fly of his pants and found his cock beneath the slick fabric. It grew hard almost instantly as I stroked it. My eyes spoke my desire as I gazed at him.

"Just fuck me, here. Now."

I leaned into him and he took my lips with his. He was probably completely confused that he didn't even have to work for it, but I didn't care. I hadn't picked him for his ability to sort out a puzzle. The dilemma I had presented him with was quite simple: Fuck the girl or don't fuck the girl.

His hand slipped up my top and crushed my tit, kneading it and I purred. I loved to be manhandled sometimes. I slid across his legs and straddled his strong thighs.

He worked my breast out the top of my halter and sucked my hardened nipple into his warm wet mouth. I loved it. The silk fabric was tight across my tit, holding it in place for him, like an offering.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. The booth was in the darker back of the bar, but there were people all around. My pussy was all the wetter for the anxiety I felt that others might see me fuck this stranger.

Four snaps later, I had the fly of his tight jeans open and his thick, dark hard-on slid into my hand when I pushed his boxer briefs down. He was smoldering hot and I wasted no time. Who knew how long it might take for someone on staff to notice us. Getting thrown out, or worse, arrested, only added to my excitement.

All Male Fiction: The J.O.C.K. Club (Part 7)

By: MrCreamJeans

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Kenny had really been thinking about what the jocks had said to him. He also had another reason not to go to the meeting. "I don't know, man," he said to Jon. "I think I might lay low for a while with the jeans creaming thing."

The disappointment on Jon's face was obvious. The Tuesday morning meetings were his favorites, because he had a perfect view of Kenny's desk in the class right before the meeting.

Kenny continued, "Besides, I got nothin' saved up, you know?"

"You been beating off again?" Jon asked teasingly. His hand went into his pocket.

"Not exactly," Kenny replied. "You know Suzie, the blond cheerleader?"

"Yeah?"

Kenny looked his friend in the eye, barely able to contain his glee. "She sucked me off yesterday after school!"

"No way!" Jon shouted as his cock began to stiffen at the thought. "Oh, man! Details, details!"

"Well, she was at the dance, you know?" Kenny said. He noticed Jon's hand already busy in his pocket and decided to make the story as arousing as he could. "And she saw me walking around all hard and everything."

"Everybody saw that, dude," Jon kidded.

"Yeah, but it gets her all hot, you know? So yesterday at school, she comes up to me and says what Michelle did was really awful, and how she wanted me to come to her house after school."

"Oh, fuck!" Jon exclaimed.

"So I go over there, and she, like, doesn't waste any time at all. The next thing I know, we're on the couch makin' out like crazy." Kenny's voice took on a different tone as he remembered the events. "Oh man, her lips were so soft, and she totally wanted to French and everything."

"Yeah? Yeah? Get to the good stuff!" Kenny's impatient friend insisted, his loose jeans tented and wiggling.

"Ok, so she starts rubbing my cock through my pants... and she's even better at it than Michelle! Pretty soon I'm thinking, 'Fuck, this was all a setup. She just wants to make me cream my pants like Michelle!' But just then, she reaches for my belt and starts undoing it. I'm like, 'Whoa!'"

"I bet!" Jon said, his breathing becoming erratic.

"And so she opens my pants, and she sees my boxers..." Kenny said, suddenly remembering Jon's "thing" for his boxers, "...the real faded ones, you know?"

"Oh fuck," Jon murmured.

Kenny smiled as he continued, "And she goes, 'Oooooh, I like your boxers!'" Kenny was embellishing the truth a little for Jon's benefit. Jon was so easy to mess with. "Then she starts rubbing my cock through my boxers! Aww, man that felt soooo good!" Jon was quiet, so Kenny continued. "And then, man, and then I could feel some pre-cum coming out, and like all of a sudden there's this wet spot on my boxers."

"Wow," Jon sighed.

"And I couldn't believe it, man. She leaned over and stuck her tongue out, and licked the wet spot!"

Jon couldn't do anything but whimper. He was stroking his cock like crazy through his pocket picturing Suzie licking Kenny's hot boxers.

"Well, my cock really jumped when she did that. She looked up at me and grinned, and then... well, you're not gonna believe this, man."

"What? What?" Jon rasped.

"She grabbed my boner in my boxers and put her lips all the way around it," Kenny said. It was actually a lie – Suzie had taken his cock out of his boxers before she sucked on it, but he knew this would send Jon into a frenzy.

It was working. Jon was blatantly jacking off inside his pants. Anyone who even glanced their way would have seen Jon's fly rhythmically jumping and his face bright red with arousal.

"Then she started licking the head right through my boxers, and pretty soon she was moving her lips up and down, giving me a blowjob right through my fuckin' shorts!" Kenny said. "Aww man, I couldn't hold back. I totally creamed in her mouth right through my favorite boxers."

Kenny hadn't really been watching Jon very closely. He knew Jon was masturbating in his jeans, but didn't realize how far things had gone. With only one block before they got to school, Kenny turned to his shaking, panting buddy.

"Dude! Don't shoot now! You got the contest second period. Don't waste it!" Kenny urged.

"Mmmphh!" Jon grunted, using all his will power to hold back his load. Through clenched teeth, he hissed, "Can't... hold... it! Gotta... gotta... oh fuck!" Abandoning all hope of holding back his load, Jon grasped his cock through his pocket and boxer shorts and started milking his hot, slippery juice into his jeans. Streams of cum shot out and began soaking through the fabric and running down his leg.

"Aww, mannnn!" Kenny taunted. "You got noooo self-control! What a dude!" He knew this humiliating talk would arouse Jon even more. "You're totally jizzing your jeans, man. Right out in front of everyone!" There were actually only a handful of students in range, and none looking in their direction, but it added to the embarrassing picture. "Look at that wet spot! What a fucking mess!"

Jon stroked his trapped cock furiously as Kenny put him down for his lack of control. It was embarrassing. He knew he didn't have any control over his dick. He knew he was making a big mess of his jeans even before school started, and he'd have to walk around all morning with a big sperm stain. But it was worth it. His cool buddy Kenny was the one who made him do it, and now he was the one who was making fun of him, this cool kid teasing him about wetting his pants in public; wetting them with cum.

Finally, Jon sighed deeply and took his hand out of his pocket. Kenny just grinned and shook his head.

"That's gonna dry before the contest, man," Kenny said. "Are you gonna be able to get off again by second period?"

"I will if you will," Jon said, grinning.

Bisexual True Experience: Bisexual Beginnings

By: Unknown Author

 

 

 

This story is a true-life account of our first bisexual experience.

My wife and I had great sex right from the time we started dating, and still do now that we are married. It was only just before we were to be married that we found out that we were both bisexual. We had a talk and decided that before being married we both needed to reveal everything about ourselves that the other may not know. It was my wife's idea, and when she dropped what she thought would be a bombshell, that she was bisexual, I was not shocked but rather overjoyed. She was the one that seemed a bit shocked when I revealed that I was as well.

Once that came out, we began talking about it and it was soon revealed that even though we both knew we were bisexual, neither one of us had actually been with a member of the same sex yet. We were married young, at twenty, and had dated throughout high school before that, and we were both each other's first.

I guess, technically, we were bi-curious at that point since we hadn't actually done anything with the same sex yet. But it's pretty safe to assume that if you've had those desires for as long as you've been sexually aware, you're bisexual, not just curious.

After being married for almost two years, it came out one night during sex that we both really wanted to know what it would be like to be with someone of the same sex. We loved each other enough to be open and honest with our fantasies, and we talked it over at length.

We came to the decision that if we were to ever be with someone of the same sex, we did not want to go off and have sex with someone else in a one-on-one type of situation. We had to do it as a couple, or it couldn't happen at all. We didn't need to cheat on each other to get our thrills, and because of that we could do this sort of thing, and jealousy wouldn't be an issue.

After a few minutes of thinking about the idea of it, we began to discuss the possibility of making it happen, and how we could make it happen. We decided that if we did it, it would have to be with a man and a woman together, not just one or the other and one of us only watching. Eventually, we came up with the idea that we could look for swinger ads on adult dating sites and see if we could find a male/female bisexual couple to help us out.

Like most heterosexual males out there, even being bisexual, I too had a fantasy of seeing two women together, so I was really excited, not only about the possibility of experiencing sex with another man but also about seeing my wife with another woman. I knew I would go through with it, but I had my doubts that when my wife calmed down from her horniness she might change her mind. Oh, I had no doubt she would look at the swinger ads with me, but I had this sinking feeling that when it came time for me to suggest posting an ad she would chicken out.

As it turned out, thankfully, I was completely wrong. My wife was even more excited about the idea the next morning and the first thing she wanted to do was look at the ads. Once we had, she tugged at my arm and excitedly said we needed to come up with an ad and post it. So we put our ad out on various Internet swinger sites and waited.

We were excited at the prospect of getting a reply, even just one, but we weren't very confident that we would. It's very rare to find a swinging couple where both are bisexual. Usually, just the female is. Fortunately, we got lucky with the third response we got. Billy and Amanda (names changed) were everything we were looking for, both twenty-four, only two years older than us, both bisexual and looking for another bisexual couple like themselves.

We decided to meet them for dinner and drinks at a bar in downtown Pittsburgh, and let me tell you, meeting someone like that is very hard on the nerves. You have a lot of worries built up in your head. What if they are obnoxious? What if they don't shower? What if she is wonderful, but he is an asshole? Stuff like that.

Well, with this couple, everything was wonderful. Billy was quite handsome, about 5'10", with short dark hair, thin but well-developed muscles, and a nice looking ass and package. Amanda was attractive, too, about 5'8", with long curly brown hair, a wonderful smile, great legs, and tits and an ass that most men wish they could just touch. I could tell with just a glance that my wife approved of Amanda as much as I approved of Billy.

We talked for several hours about what we were hoping to find, and what we found sexually exciting, and we also spoke a lot about just the normal things like music, movies, community events, and the weather. When we parted, although we hadn't made arrangements to get together again for something more intimate, my wife and I were definitely interested, and we were pretty sure they were as well.

Well, Billy and Amanda's interest was confirmed when we got a call the very next day inviting us over the following Saturday for some drinks... and some fun. Not much was said about anything, but we knew what they were implying and that they were just as excited as we were.

Over the next few days, while lying in bed together, my wife and I told each other our fantasies, describing what we wanted to do, me with Billy, and my wife with Amanda. Having met them and talking about what we wanted to do with them in bed was one thing, but having received an invitation to their house, which was an invitation into their bed, it suddenly made it all the more real. That made us both a bit nervous, but in a good way, and also very horny, and we had one of the best fucks we've ever had.

The day finally arrived for our visit, and we were as excited as school children on the first day of summer break. The hard part of any situation like this is breaking the ice that very first time. Everyone knew what was going to happen. Everyone approved. But getting things started was something else entirely.

Beers were served, and we began to play a nice relaxing game of pool. Soon Billy broke that ice by suggesting a bet that the losers would sexually service the winners. It seemed like a great way to get things going, so my wife and I agreed to the idea.

My wife is a wonderful pool player, but somehow missed every opportunity to sink a ball. I whispered to her at one point and jokingly accused her of throwing the game. She swore she hadn't, saying it was just nerves, which made sense I guess. I wasn't that great of a pool player to begin with, so, needless to say, we lost, and Billy promptly invited us upstairs to pay off our bet.

All Male Fiction: A Hard Time in the Woods

By: Lucas Miller

 

 

 

Luke and I said very little that day. We just tried to keep up. Frank and Mark were the experienced hikers, and after the long hike, Luke and I were only too happy to help quickly set up the tents so we could just sit down and relax for a bit.

Frank and Mark were older. They were both thirty-one, making them seem "old" to a couple of teenagers like Luke and me. Frank worked with my Uncle, and it was he who suggested that Frank take me along on his hiking trip; my dad had died last year, and he thought it would be good for me. Mark was Frank's friend, and Luke was Mark's cousin. He decided to invite him along, too, so I would have another guy my own age to hang out with on the week-long hiking and camping trip.

After a bite to eat Luke and I retired to our two-man tent. Despite being the same age and having attended the same high school, we had never known each other. That didn't stop us from stripping down to our underwear, though; it was too hot not to.

Luke rummaged through his backpack and removed a bottle of whisky. He put his finger to his lips to make sure I wouldn't let on that he had the bottle. "I stole it from my parent's liquor cabinet before we left," he grinned mischievously.

Whisky wasn't my favorite beverage, but I was up for getting drunk. He took a long drink from the bottle and handed it to me. I took the burning liquid into my mouth and down my throat, instantly feeling the effects of the alcohol. We continued to drink in silence for several minutes.

Without warning, Luke lifted his ass and farted. We laughed like kids, and this seemed to encourage him even more. He raised his legs again and struggled to pass more gas. I pushed him back, accidentally touching his crotch.

"Hey!" he exclaimed in mock surprise. "You want to play that game, huh?" He pushed me back and grabbed my crotch. I copied this, and then pulled at his briefs. He reached for my underwear and pulled them down below my balls. The game had suddenly turned into something else.

Luke backed away and I inched backward assessing the situation. I didn't know what to say. Part of me wanted to yank my underwear back up and leave the tent, while the other wanted to grab my dick and jerk off.

The minute of silence seemed an eternity but was finally broken when Luke said, "Nice cock," and laughed.

Was this the game still? I decided to play along.

"Wish I could say the same for you." I pointed at his crotch. "You look rather small." It was a lie; he did look pretty big, and it was growing.

"Small!" He was immediately offended. "I am definitely bigger than you!"

"Yeah, right," I grinned. "Prove it."

Luke's macho side took over and he dropped his briefs. His cock wasn't erect but did appear to be about the same length as mine, perhaps a little thicker. "See, it's much bigger."

I was the one doubting his word now. "No way! I can barely see that little thing." A tinge of excitement rushed through me. My cock started to quickly stiffen, but I wasn't embarrassed at all by my display. Instead, all I wanted to do was grab it and jerk it, but I wasn't sure how Luke would react to that. It took all I had in me not to.

"You're hard," Luke laughed and pointed. "I bet my hard-on is bigger than yours." He rubbed his growing dick feverishly and soon it was at full length. It still looked to be about the size of my six-incher.

"I still think I am bigger than you," I said taunting him.

"Bullshit!" He moved closer to me. "Let's look at them side by side."

I moved next to him, but we still couldn't get an accurate idea of who was longest. "Let's face each other instead," I suggested, "and put them right up against each other." I didn't wait for him to reply. I moved in front of him, inched as close as I could to him.

Our erect cocks touched one another and the mood in the tent became very serious. I reached down and grabbed both of our cocks and held them together. I lined them up as carefully as I could. The tip of his cock was just slightly past mine.

With the results evident to both of us, I removed my hands and was about to move away. Luke, however, replaced my hands with his.

"What are you doing?" I asked, but not caring for an answer.

He cocked his head to the side a little and moved in to kiss me. While slowly jerking both of us off, he parted my lips with his tongue and began kissing me deeply. I began moving my hips, feeling his grip on our cocks loosen and tighten with absolute perfection. I pulled my mouth away from his to tell him I was going to cum, but he held on tight. My cum shot out of my dick with tremendous force. Some of my juices ran down the length of our cocks and he used them for lubrication. I moaned with pleasure as I felt his body stiffen and felt the jerks of his cock as he came. I felt some of it hit my stomach, but most of it continued to coat our cocks.

We continued to kiss long after we had gone soft, and then we fell onto our sides, still entwined. Both of us began to quickly get hard again as we ground our cocks together. But then we heard the footsteps of Mark and Frank outside the tent and we broke free from each other, quickly and quietly slipping our underwear back on and pretending to be asleep.

**********

I woke up in the middle of the night. Luke was snoring softly beside me. It was still very hot in the tent even at the late hour, but it wasn't the heat that woke me up. The whisky from earlier in the night had reached my bladder and I had to pee.

Still in my underwear, I made my way out of the tent into the night air. There was a light breeze that caressed my body, hardening my nipples. It felt good to be out in the open-air, nearly naked. It was not only freeing, but also erotic. My cock grew a little in my underwear.

I walked far enough away from the camp, the moon lighting my way. Lowering the front of my underwear, I pulled my semi-erect dick out and began pissing on a tall maple tree. As I did so I played with my hard nipple.

It had been an exciting night. The hike had been good, but the activities in the tent with Luke had been even better. I considered going back and waking him up, but I wasn't sure if this was just a one-time thing or if he wanted to continue our sexual games. The thought of his warm cock against mine made me want to at least try to see if he wanted more.

The stream of piss came to an end just as my cock was growing to its fullest. I was about to take it in my hand when I heard someone clear their voice behind me. My first thought was that it was Luke. It was the perfect time to see if he wanted to continue. I turned around smiling, with my swollen dick pointing straight out. To my horror it was Frank.

Straight Fiction: Cheryl's Hen Night Surprise

By: Scorpio77

 

 

The girls were getting ready for Cheryl's Hen Night party. Cheryl was an attractive, blonde haired, twenty-five year old who'd decided to settle down with David. Both of them had known each other since high school and everyone could see they were made for each other. David was a tall, dark haired, well-toned man whom Cheryl had met when she was a cheerleader in school.

The party included Cheryl's sister, Carol, and her four friends, Nikki, Angela, Kirsty, and Sarah. They had decided to dress up like cheerleaders for the party. The only difference was that Cheryl was wearing a white headdress.
 
David came downstairs to hear them all shrieking and whooping.

"Hey Dave, you know its bad luck to see the bride!" Carol shouted.

"Don't worry, she's not in her wedding dress," Angela smiled, and the girls giggled.

"What do you think of the outfits David?" Cheryl asked.

The outfits where very tight fitting and low cut. They showed off every curve of the very attractive group of women. Each of them was also wearing very skimpy white miniskirts to match their blue tops.

"You'd better watch yourselves. Not wearing much, you'll catch your death in that!" David joked.

"Oh, don't worry; it will be pretty hot in the bar!" Nikki back chatted.

The girls whooped.

David shook his head. "Just remember… no strippers!"

"Boo!" Kirsty shouted.

"David used to strip for me all the time!" shrieked Cheryl.

The girls all giggled and teasingly told David to 'take it off.'

David couldn't wait to get out of there and get to his own bachelor party. It was at his buddy Michael's house, which he shared with his girlfriend, the aforementioned Sarah. It was only a street away, so he interrupted their teasing comments, quickly said his goodbyes, and headed over there.

When David arrived at Michael's, all the guys were already there, including the boyfriends or husbands of the other girls, all of whom he was friends with, too. Before he even took a seat, a beer was thrust into his hand, along with the usual jokes about it being his last night of freedom.

They were all drinking heavily, and after a few hours it came time for Michael, the best man, to make an announcement.

"Now Davie, we've done some incredible dares in your time, and have we got one for you on your stag night!"

"Oh, ok, I was waiting for this. What is it?" David asked with leeriness.

Michael looked around at the other guys, grinning, and then back at David. "Ok, you have to go to the bank machine near my house, and you have to go there and back… completely naked!"

The guys whooped.

"Oh come on!" David said.

The guys made chicken sounds.

"Ok, fine," David smiled. The ATM was only down the road and it was late on a Thursday, no one would be about.

He stood up and pulled his shirt off, unbuckled his jeans and slid them off.

"You can keep your shoes on," Michael mentioned as the men all laughed.

Finally, David slid his boxers off. He was quite well-endowed and the guys all made jokes, like, "Don't let that thing hit you in the face when you are running down the street," "Well now we know why Cheryl is marrying you," and "Hey, careful you don't trip on your third leg, buddy."

Michael collected David's clothes, and then ushered him to the door and opened it.

"Annnd... Go!"

With that Michael ran out like a shot down the road to get to the ATM. He reached it, patted it, and then started to run back to Michael's. However, to his confusion, he went down the wrong street, into his own.

All of a sudden he could hear chanting from around the corner from where he was standing. He turned around and his blood ran cold. It was the girls, coming home from the bar. The girls stopped singing and just made a shocked sound. Then it turned to wolf whistles. David turned away from them and embarrassingly put his hands over his crotch.

"Hey David, you'll catch your death in that," said Kirsty, and the girls all cackled.

"Look, this was just a dare so I'll let you get on with..."

"Uh, uh, uh." Cheryl walked forward. "What was that about no strippers? I think we've got one girls!" And they all cheered. "Come on Dave," she whispered to him, "it'll be a bit of fun."

"Get the cuffs!" Carol squawked.

Cheryl had furry handcuffs on her - a gift from the party. Before he could say anything, she had grabbed his hands and shackled him. After she had done that Angela pulled out a dog leash and collar – another gag gift from the party - and wrapped it around him. After attaching the leash, she handed it to Cheryl.

"Now home!" Cheryl said as she swatted David lightly on his bare ass and then led him by his leash, along with the excited women, to her and David's house.

Straight Fiction: The Blowjob Contest

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Straight Fiction: Poke-Her Night

By: Unknown Author

 

Usually, the first Friday night of the month is Poker Night. I invite several of the guys over to play cards while the wife goes out with her friends, and by the time she comes home, the game has wrapped up, and the guys are heading home.

A couple of months ago, my wife came home early and explained that she argued with one of her friends. I was a little annoyed by her early arrival... when the women are not around, us guys tend to talk about our wives and sex and many topics that now would be taboo in front of a lady. But, since my wife was well endowed, and her short skirt and braless tits were on display, the other guys didn't seem to care too much.

Carla was already a bit tipsy when she came home, and it wasn't long before she fixed herself a drink and joined us at the table. After a couple of hands of cards, she was starting to get drunk. When Carla got drunk, she got horny. Before long, she was leaning on me and groping me and talking raunchy. I could tell by looking around the table at the other five guys that they were getting horny themselves.

Seeing the guys devouring my wife with their eyes really made me hard. I couldn't believe the thought running through my head! I began to tease her and rub her legs and pussy through her stockings under the table.

After a while, I left the table to go to the restroom. When I returned, she gave me an impish grin, and I noticed her stockings were sitting on the table in front of my chair. Looking around the table, I could tell the others were really getting worked up and were having a hard time controlling themselves. I smiled, and as I walked to my seat, I realized that Joe, sitting right beside her, and Jimmy on the other side of me, must have gotten quite a show as my drunk wife took off her hosiery. I looked over at Joe after I sat down, and winked.

While Bill, across the table, dealt the next hand, I reached down under her skirt and began fingering her wet pussy. In seconds she was so wet that her cunt was making a wet smacking sound as my finger moved in and out of her.

Carla - in ecstasy - asked me quite loudly to take her upstairs to our bedroom and fuck the shit out of her. I thought the guys were going to lose it right then and there.

Instead, I told her to get on the table and strip for us. Her eyes widened, and she looked at me in disbelief.

She thought about it for a moment, realized what I was suggesting, and then slurred, "There's no way I can take all of you on in one night." She then gave a drunken giggle and continued, "And, I'm sure that is what would happen if I took the rest of my clothes off." She winked at me and giggled again.

"So, how many of us do you think you could take on at once?" I asked with a grin. Each of my buddies sat with their mouths gaping open in disbelief at what was going on.

She shocked me when she replied, "No more than three, I think."

All Male Fiction: The Initiation

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Bisexual Fiction: Switch Hitter

By: HerLittlePiggy

 

  

My girlfriend, Mandy, and I had gone out drinking, and we were both pretty wasted. I stood up to go to the bathroom, and as I started to walk off, she grabbed me and pulled me back to her. She sat on the barstool, wrapped her arms around me, and kissed me deeply. Our lips parted and our tongues entwined in a white-hot kiss as she ground her pussy against my rapidly rising cock.

She broke off the kiss and giggled as she squeezed my hard cock through my shorts. "That was to make sure you miss me while you're gone," she said as she sent me on my way.

I walked to the men's room with a prominent bulge in my shorts, thanks to Mandy's teasing, and then unzipped my pants and pulled out my semi-erect dick to pee at the urinal, as another guy entered and stepped beside me to use the other. I kept my eyes forward, as I always do in a public restroom, and I was startled when the guy beside me spoke.

"Very nice," he said, looking down at my still semi-hard dick.

I looked at his face, careful not to look down, and he smiled as his eyes directed me downward. I followed his eyes down to see that his cock was fully hard, and I was shocked. Not just because it was hard, but also because it was enormous, easily ten inches long with a thick, bulbous head. His hand pumped it slowly as I watched.

Even though I had never entertained a conscious homosexual thought in my life, I felt my dick twitch and start to stiffen. He continued to slowly stroke his giant cock as he spoke softly. "Do you want a taste?" he asked.

"I don't think so," I stammered as I stuffed my near-rigid dick into my pants and walked to the sink. I quickly washed my hands and walked back to Mandy in a daze.

"Did you miss me?" she asked, pulling me to her and kissing me again. "Mmm, I guess you did," she giggled as she felt my hard cock press against her thigh. "Unless some guy got you hard in the men's room," she teased.

"Actually, some guy did just hit on me in the washroom."

"Oh really? Do tell!"

I proceeded to tell her the whole story, including my unexpected interest in watching him play with his giant cock, and when I finished, Mandy was flushed with excitement.

"That was so fucking hot," she said breathlessly. "Feel this," she said softly as she took my hand and guided it under her skirt to her naked pussy. She was soaking wet. "So his dick was really big?" she asked tentatively.

"It was huge, Mandy. Like porn star big."

"Mmm, and looking at him stroking it kind of excited you, didn't it?" Mandy asked. Her voice was thick and raspy, and it was clear that she was getting more and more excited.

All Male True Experience: Mouth Gang Bang

By: slavetothedick

Hey guys, I wanted to tell you about a hot time I had last weekend. I am gay, and while I like doing all the regular sex stuff with guys, what I like most is sucking cock. My username says it all: slavetothedick. And I am just that.

I usually go to the baths when I want to suck some cock, and I usually always find at least one to suck before I leave. On this night I went late, after the bar, and the place was busy! I knew I would be getting some cock to suck for sure.