All Male True Experience: Between Friends

'The Blow-up Doll'

By: Ryan Michaels

 

Rob and I first crossed paths working at a local bathhouse. We hit it off almost immediately, transitioning quickly from coworkers to close friends who hung out regularly outside of shifts. We’d candidly trade stories about our encounters with customers, though the boundary between us remained strictly platonic; we never crossed that line.

Eventually, the owner of the bathhouse passed away, the business closed its doors, and the estate put the building up for sale. Rob, who only worked there part-time while running a small business on the side, managed to stay afloat until he picked up another part-time gig to supplement his income. I wasn’t as fortunate. The bathhouse had been my full-time livelihood, and the local job market was bleak. As my savings dwindled and the job hunt turned up dry, I was forced to pack up and move forty-five minutes outside the city to stay with my parents until I could get back on my feet financially.

The distance changed our routine. We couldn't just hang out on a whim anymore, but we kept the connection alive through phone calls and online chats.

Over time, our conversations took an unexpected turn. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment the shift happened, but we eventually started having phone sex. It felt like a natural progression; we had spent years sharing the intimate details of our sex lives, and now that we were physically apart, sharing those stories began to trigger something deeper. We’d get horny, the tension would build, and we’d end up jerking off together over the phone. It was during these intense phone sessions that Rob discovered a side of me he’d never suspected—just how kinky and raunchy my tastes actually were.

The reality was that Rob’s sex life was thriving while mine was completely stagnant, leaving our catch-ups heavily dominated by his latest conquests. The town where my parents lived had a population of about one hundred thousand, but it lacked any visible gay community or cruising spots. Hard as I tried, I just couldn't find anyone locally to hook up with. I could have driven down to the city to visit a bathhouse, but my work schedule barely left me the time, and I hated the thought of driving all that way, paying admission, and still possibly striking out. Rob, meanwhile, was still in the heart of the city, surrounded by the gay village, bathhouses, and cruising areas. For him, a hookup was always just a short walk or subway ride away. My sex life had become entirely solitary.

I never cared for cam sex, and cybersex was just as unappealing—reading typed-out messages felt completely sterile and did very little for me. If someone was going to say dirty things to me, I wanted to hear the inflection in their voice; a phone call was the only thing that actually worked. So, I relied on a small collection of porn and the occasional phone sex session with Rob.

This was the early 2000s, long before the explosion of free tube sites, back when most online adult content required a paid monthly subscription. Since smartphones didn’t exist yet (only the basic cell phone), I didn't own a PC or laptop, and I certainly wasn't going to pay a monthly fee just to browse on my parents' desktop, I was left entirely dependent on physical media, which wasn't all that unusual back then.

Before long, though, my small collection of videos grew stale. Desperate for variety, I drove down to a local adult bookstore to rent some DVDs. It was there, while checking out at the counter, that I noticed a row of boxes containing blow-up dolls stacked on the shelf directly behind the cashier.

Later that night, while I was masturbating to the new porn I'd rented, my mind drifted back to those boxes. If the real thing wasn't an option, maybe a cheap doll could serve as a decent substitute.

When I returned to the store a few days later, I made up my mind. As the cashier scanned my new rentals, I spoke up, keeping my voice low.

"Um, how much are those?" I asked, nodding toward the shelf of blow-up dolls.

All Male Fiction: Contented

By: breeze

His hand trembles. Every part of his body, every square inch of skin has the potential to arouse him. He slowly and deliberately runs his hands over different places allowing himself to feel the sensuousness that resides there. He does not focus on his penis or testicles yet. He delights in his sensual nature, and not in the sexual aspects of his body.

He feels the ripple of his rib cage. He follows his obliques down to his hips. He traces along the hip bones to his upper, then inner thighs. He lifts his legs and continues his journey. He feels the roundness of the cheeks of his ass and the cleft that separates them. First one leg then the other, all the way down to his feet, has his attention.

He works his way back up until he has found his chest and his nipples are hard and sensitive to his touch. He lingers there. He visits his armpits…neck…ears…face. He runs his fingers through his hair.

His ministrations have awakened his senses. He feels the warmth that radiates within his body spreading over him, seducing him. His body gives up its sensual secrets. He is in a heightened state of arousal. It has driven him to an erection.

He reaches for his member with one hand and with the other feels the smoothness of his skin at its base, then the velvety texture of his sack. He takes in a deep breath and slowly begins his exploration there. He feels the blood begin to course its way into his rod, adding fuel to his already burning desire.

All Male Fiction: The Abduction (Part 2)

By: Rob & Ryan Michaels

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I came to my senses quite suddenly as I felt something cold brush against my neck. I blinked my eyes, trying to see. It dawned on me again that I was still blindfolded, but something felt different, something about my body. My throat was dry, my body ached, and I still couldn't move freely. My arms and legs were securely fastened, but not in the same position as before. Before! 'Before' suddenly came to my mind as I realized that it must be the next day.

I concentrated on feeling anything on me, but all I could feel were the ropes on my arms, the unmoving bonds on my feet, and something under me that I was now lying on. I tried to call out, seeing if anyone was within earshot. I managed a hoarse yell that hurt as it came out. "Ah, you're awake," came the same voice as the night before. "I hope that wasn't too much of a shock to waken you, but I didn't want to scare you."

I was already scared. Here I was, still in the captivity of this madman. What was next?

"I want you to know that I was able to get four more loads out of you before you passed out," he began to gloat. "At that point I decided to show some mercy and turn off the milking machine. I mean, you had no more cum stored up and, if I had left it running all night with your balls empty, well, the only thing that would have accomplished was causing irreparable damage to your penis. It would have been chewed raw and would no longer function. The doctors would have had no choice but to simply remove it. Oh, don't think I didn't consider doing that to you, I did, but like I said, I decided to show you some mercy, at least in that regard," he laughed evilly.

"Hlet mgh gho," I managed from behind the gag in my mouth.

"Let you go?" he mocked back at me. "Well, I thought about it last night after I got you in here, but I've decided that since you did so well, why not see how much fun we could have the entire weekend?"

"Gno! Gno!" I pleaded.

"I must, you see," he sank down to the bed and began to speak into my ear. "I was doing a favor for a friend, someone who wanted you to suffer for what you've done, but I don't think the one night of suffering you endured was anywhere near the embarrassment and suffering you have caused for her. No, the only way I can be sure you never treat any other girl in that way again, is by keeping you until Sunday."

All Male Fiction: I Spy (Part 3)

By: Unknown Author

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Several weeks later, Eric found himself in another predicament. Shortly after his steamy encounter with Andy in the coach's office, Coach Anson had been suspended by the school board on unspecified grounds. Everyone knew the reason though. Rumors had spread that school employees and students were fucking in the men's locker room. Charges were not laid, as there was no proof found, but even so, parents didn't want Coach Anson around their kids after that, and he was not expected to return to Southfield High.

Eric felt bad about the coach's situation and, given that Alex Diego, Andy Garner, the coach, and Eric were the only ones who knew what had been going on in the coach's office, he wanted to make sure the coach understood that he hadn't told anyone or started the rumor. He didn't think Coach Anson would agree to meet with him, though, so he decided he'd just drop by the coach's house and pay him a surprise visit instead.

The coach lived in a small ranch-style house on the far edge of town. Friday night, after Eric's parents were asleep, he rode his bike out to Coach Anson's house. Eric knocked on the front door, but no one answered. As he went to leave, he saw that there was a light on in a room on the side of the house. He wondered if that was Coach Anson's bedroom and if he might be undressing. He couldn't help himself and, after hiding his bike behind some bushes, crept around to the side of the building.

The small window was a couple of feet above Eric's eye level, but he stood on the air-conditioning unit and stared inside. Eric saw a bachelor's bedroom - a few pieces of furniture, a king-size bed with white sheets, and a closet with athletic clothes stuffed in at all angles. The light came from a lamp next to the bed. No one was in the room.

Just then, Eric saw Coach Anson strut into the bedroom from the hallway, and he was fully naked, with a towel slung over his shoulder. He was dry, so Eric figured he was only just about to take a shower. He watched the coach's big cock sway between his muscular thighs, as he walked over and took something from the dresser drawer. Eric couldn't see what, as the coach's back was now to him, but he could see the coach's broad, muscular shoulders, his rippling back, and his tight, muscular ass. He took in the sight until Coach Anson walked back out of the bedroom.

Eric's curiosity to see Coach Anson in the shower overwhelmed him. He pushed up on the double-hung window and happily found that it wasn't latched. He quietly slid it open and stepped cautiously through. He quietly pushed the window closed again, before tiptoeing across the room to the open bedroom door.

The sound of Coach Anson's shower filled the hallway; wisps of steam escaped through the bathroom door that was slightly ajar. Eric crept over to the door, pushed it slowly, and peered in. Steam fogged up the bathroom mirror that ran the length of the room. The coach had various bathroom items along the wall near his sink – aftershave, shaving cream, cologne, workout supplements, and... What the fuck was that? Right next to the shower was an eight-inch, flesh-colored dildo standing on its base. Eric had never seen anything like it; he took in a quick breath to regain his composure.

Coach Anson stood in the shower, behind a clear, slightly opaque shower curtain. Due to the bathroom ceiling lights, Eric could make out the coach's silhouette - his meaty shoulders, his bulging pecs, his powerful back, his thick glutes, and his bulging prick. Eric watched in awe as Coach Anson soaped up his cock and massaged it in his soapy hands.

Eric's attention quickly returned to the eight-inch dildo standing erect outside the shower. As he nervously and boldly opened the door wider and took a few steps into the bathroom to get a better look at it, he slid on the bathroom tile floor. He caught himself, but not before his right foot smacked the underside of the sink with a loud slap.

Coach Anson was startled by the unexpected noise and dropped his soap on the tub floor. His hand brushed back the shower curtain to see his intruder standing in his bathroom. He stared at Eric, while Eric's eyes absorbed the sight of Coach Anson standing naked and wet. The coach's muscular 5'10", 190-pound frame glistened from the steamy hot shower, and his nipples became erect from the cold breeze of the bathroom. The coach's cock stood semi-erect below a dense bush of wet pubic hair, and was all covered in soap suds; his balls were shaved smooth.

Eric tried to turn and bolt, but Coach Anson stepped out of the shower and tackled him, knocking Eric to the floor, just outside the bathroom door. He then roughly flipped Eric over onto his back. "Eric Anderson! I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing here, breaking into my house in the middle of the night, but you're not going anywhere just yet!" Coach Anson bellowed with authority.

All Male Fiction: Good Vibrations

By: Ryan Michaels

ryanxxx@hotmail.com

Stepping inside my apartment late Saturday night, I came to a dead stop. The place was a mess. There were beer bottles all over the coffee table, some standing and some tipped over, and some on the floor as well. But the beer bottles weren't the only thing on the floor. Lying there, face down, and completely naked, was my roommate, Matt, apparently passed out drunk. But the most shocking thing about the whole picture was that he had a vibrator stuffed up his butt, with duct tape over the end of it and stuck down on either side to his butt cheeks. It was turned on, too, because I could hear it quietly buzzing.

Matt was twenty-three, a year younger than me, and we had come to be roommates after being introduced by a mutual friend, Paul. At that time, both Matt and I were looking to move out of our respective parent's homes and start our adult lives working and living on our own. Unfortunately, as it turned out, neither he nor I was having any luck finding a place that we could afford on our own. Enter Paul, who knew both our situations, introduced us, and suggested that we get a place together and share costs. We ended up hitting it off pretty well and found a place to share two months later. In the two years that we have now been roommates, we have gotten to be good friends as well.

The two of us had never thrown any wild parties at our place before, but after finding out that I was going to visit my parents in the suburbs for a few days, leaving Thursday evening after work (Friday was a holiday), and returning Sunday afternoon, it seemed quite obvious that Matt had taken full advantage of the fact that I was away to have some of his buddies over to drink and get wasted, or, perhaps, he had invited a mixed crowd over for a good time of drinking and partying. But that still didn't explain the vibrator up his ass.

As far as I had known, Matt was just as straight as I was. He talked about girls, girls he thought were hot, girls he wanted to do, and, like most straight guys, talked about pussy a lot, in general. Matt was a good-looking guy and the girls seemed to like his looks, too. He had brought lots of girls home in the time that we had been roommates, and, as often happens when sharing space with another young, horny, single guy, I had even heard him having sex with most of them. Knowing all that, I just couldn't wrap my head around what I was now seeing.

Then, all of a sudden, it hit me. This was a prank, one perpetrated by some of his buddies. So drunk that he passed out, they probably stripped him and stuck the toy up his ass just for a laugh, and getting an even bigger laugh out of leaving him there to come to and find himself naked with a vibrator stuffed up his butt. Made sense. They were probably as drunk as he was, and, in their drunken state, doing that to him probably sounded like a really funny idea. Especially if there were girls there too.

It would be humiliating enough for Matt to wake up and find out what his so-called friends had done to him, but it would be even worse knowing that his roommate, and friend, had decided to come home early and had seen him like that. So, I decided to leave. I had a friend nearby and knew that I could crash on his couch if ever I needed to. I would simply return home the next day as originally planned as if I had been at my parents' until then and had never returned home that evening.

As I turned to leave, I stopped in my tracks again, thinking: How can I call the guys who did this to him his so-called friends, and then, calling myself a friend, just walk away and leave him there like that? I can't, I decided and turned and made my way over to where he lay naked on the floor.

Kneeling down behind him, and straddling either side of his legs, I reached towards his naked ass and grabbed the edge of the tape. I scrunched up my face as my fingertips lightly grazed his naked butt. Being that close to a guy's naked butt was not something I was exactly thrilled about, friends or not, but I persevered and slowly started to peel the tape, trying to remove it from his skin gently.

I managed to get the tape removed from his one cheek, and it came away from the end of the vibrator quite easily, and then, still, slowly, I managed to get the tape fully removed from his other butt cheek. The vibrator came out of his butt a bit, but only ever so slightly. I couldn't believe it. I expected that once the duct tape was removed, it would just pop right out. I guess maybe it was because his legs were together and his butt was squeezed shut. But, hey, what did I know about vibrators being up a guy's butt?

Since it didn't come out, I knew what I had to do next and to say I was not looking forward to it would be an understatement. So, once again with a scrunched-up face, I reached my hand out and down towards the vibrator. When my fingers gripped the edges of the dial on the base, I looked away and blindly began to turn it to shut the thing off before pulling it out of him. I definitely didn't want the thing vibrating about after I had pulled it out. But, as I turned the dial all the way around as far as it would go, instead of turning it off, I had mistakenly turned it all the way up to full blast.

Matt stirred and let out a soft moan, and his hips moved ever so slightly. I froze for a moment, letting go of the vibrator, but then I saw that he was still completely out of it. I put my fingers back on the dial, then turned it in the opposite direction until it shut off.

Tightening my fingers on the base, and still not looking, I began to pull up on the vibrator, in order to slowly remove it from his butt. Once I had accomplished this, I planned to carry it by the base with just my fingertips to the kitchen, drop it in the trash can, and then take the trash bag and throw it down the garbage chute so that Matt wouldn't discover it in the garbage the next day.

That's what I had planned to do, anyway, but as I slowly slid it out bit by bit, Matt moaned again and mumbled, "Mmm that feels good."

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?"

All Male Fiction: The Abduction (Part 1)

By: Rob

I don't really remember how I got here. I know that I was at a party with a few friends. I know that I probably had too much to drink, but that's all I remember of the night before.

I went to move, feeling as if I was floating on air, but something kept me from going anywhere.

I tried to open my eyes, but everything was dark, black almost.

I went to say something, I don't know, anything, but I couldn't even do that. Something was keeping me from talking. Something was in my mouth and I couldn't spit it out.

I started to force myself up from my position, but I got nothing. Frustration led to yelling, but it did me no good.

"Ah, you're awake," were the first words I heard.

"hleht he gho," I managed from my gag.

"Oh, no," he replied, "I can't do that until I'm done with you."

"hhat doh hu hant," I asked.

I felt him get closer to me, stroking my back with his hands and leaning closer to my ear.

"I want you to relax and enjoy every moment of this adventure we're going to share together," he replied. He ran his hands all over my body.

It was only then, as his hands were touching my skin, that it dawned on me that I was bare-assed naked, and that the floating sensation was caused by being suspended in the air by a series of ropes and leather braces!

With some conscious thought, I was able to "feel" my position. I was suspended in the air, leaning forward, and held spread-eagle. I could feel the leather on my skin and smell it in the air. I could feel the cold air against my cock and balls as much as the air on my back. I began to wonder my lot in this situation. Was my unseen tormentor going to maim me or kill me? Was I ever going to get free from this place… wherever I was? I think my nervousness showed on my face because he began to talk again.

"What's wrong, Robert?" he asked. "Are you afraid of what I'm going to do? Or are you afraid of how much you want me to do it?"

His questions cut through me as did the realization that he knew my name, but I didn't recognize his voice at all.

"I thought it would be nice to see how you respond to some intimate touching," he said, waking me from my own thoughts. "But before we get started, I want you to know why you're here. I know about your little encounter with one of the sorority girls. I know that you didn't do anything that any drunk and horny guy wouldn't do, but, I do know that your actions have terribly upset one young lady that I admire."

If he meant that girl Shannon I fucked, sure I encouraged her to drink, to get her a bit drunk in order to increase my chances, but I didn't force her to drink or force her to have sex. I was drunk, so was she, she said yes. What's the problem? And I asked him just that.

"The problem is I know for a fact that Shannon has never been drunk before that night, and it was you who got her that way," he said. "She was so embarrassed when she realized what had happened, that you had gotten her drunk and then not only took advantage and had sex with her, but you had sex with her on the floor of the frat house in front of everyone! She felt totally humiliated." He put his hand on my chest and trailed circles around my nipples. "And I'm going to make sure you NEVER do something like that to a girl again."

I began to squirm in my restrained position and screamed into the gag, "Hlet mgh gho!"

Straight Fiction: Ahead of Time

By: Tom Allen

 

 

"You're going to be locked up for a long time," she said casually.

She was lying against my side, her fingernails tracing lines up my thighs, stomach, and chest. We had just finished having sex, and were basking in the afterglow. Well, at least she was basking; I hadn't cum — nor had I for the past couple of weeks — and was still aroused.

"I know you don't like to know ahead of time when I'm going to let you out, but I just wanted you to know that it's going to be, well, a long time. We haven't played at a really long term in a while, and I was thinking that I wanted to try it again."

I failed to suppress a whimper, and she looked up at me. "I hope you're not complaining," she admonished. "I mean, I unlocked you at the end of the summer, and you spent all autumn free as a bird. Winter's almost half over. In fact, I can't remember when you've had so much free time."

It was true; I'd been unlocked for months, but it wasn't exactly a Roman orgy around here.

"Yeah, but with both of us getting the flu, plus the holidays, work, and all that, we barely had any sex at all, so it's not like I've been running wild," I explained. "I mean, for a couple of months we even thought there was something in our water, since we just couldn't get excited."

She shrugged, and lay her head back down on my chest. "Anyway, since I'm going to lock you up tonight, I wanted to spend some quality time with you; it's going to be the last time that your cock is going to be free for quite a while, and I had to get enough of it to keep me motivated."

I whimpered again. Despite not having as much sex as I would have liked, I had certainly gotten used to touching myself whenever I felt like it, and feeling her warm ass against my bare cock as we lay spooning, and of course, being allowed to cum pretty much every time we did have sex — as infrequently as it had been. And although we keep talking about long term denial as a fantasy — a really hot fantasy for both of us — the fact was that it'd been quite a while since we played at that, and I wasn't totally looking forward to actually doing it. Sure, I knew it was only a matter of time before she wanted me back in the chastity device, but as the weeks seemed to slip by, I just fell out of the groove.

Until tonight.

"No wonder you were so aroused earlier," I said. "You must have been thinking about this all week."

Our earlier sex had started gently, but her passion had increased until she was raking my back and bucking her hips. I had to pull myself back from the edge of my own orgasm a dozen times, until finally she was sated. She hadn't given me permission to cum, and I was hoping that she would let me finish inside her. Instead, she asked me to wait just a little longer, and then did something she hadn't done in a few years — which is how I ended up with my arms restrained to the headboard while she relaxed against me.

She nodded, and then stretched. "I'm getting too relaxed," she told me. "I'd better get moving, or else I'll fall asleep."

"Please don't do that," I said.

She propped herself up onto her elbow, and wrapped her hand around my cock; even though we had been lying there almost a half hour, it was still firm. She squeezed it, and my hips bucked involuntarily; my hands shot down a couple of inches before they were arrested by the velcro restraints. She smiled, and then put her head down to tease me with her tongue. I moaned lightly, and pushed my hips up to meet her. She took my cock into her mouth and ran her tongue up and down the underside until I begged her to stop.

"No, please," I gasped, "I don't want to cum just yet. Please!"

She sat up and smiled wickedly. "I told you that I'm going to lock you up tonight, when I'm done. And I'm going to do it right after you cum, because I know that you lose that horny edge. I like making you do something right then, because I know you don't want to."

I nodded slowly, remembering how she finds it amusing.

"But you know what amazes me?" she asked. "That you always look back on it a few days later, and then tell me that making you do whatever it was, was the hottest thing ever. Why do you think that happens?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. The more I think back on it, the hotter is seems. Maybe it's because although I didn't want to at the time, when I think about it later, I'm thinking about it with my horny brain cells."

She snorted, then slipped off the bed and walked over to my dresser. She fished around in the back of the underwear drawer and pulled out my chastity cage. Since I was already wearing the cuff ring around my cock and balls, she had all the pieces at her disposal. She put the lock on the nightstand, and rubbed the cage around my cock.

"Hard to believe that all that meat fits in there," she smiled. She put the cage down next to the lock and began to stroke me very lightly. I squirmed and made whimpering noises.

"You know, I was thinking about that lately — how you get all hot and excited when you haven't cum, and then right afterward you're not interested anymore. At least, not for a few days." She continued stroking my shaft lightly, and then looked up at me. "I think that's enough," she said, and sat back.

"Please," I begged, "You are going to let me cum, aren't you?"

All Male Fiction: The Accidental Voyeur

By: dad_topper & Ryan Michaels

 

 

I like to run two or three times a week. Not only does it help keep me in shape, but I find it is also a great way to relieve the stresses of the workday. Today, however, I had the day off.

It was a beautiful spring day, and after lounging on the back deck, taking it easy for most of the day, by late afternoon I decided to go for a run, if for no other reason than to feel as though I accomplished something other than sitting on my ass.

At the end of my run and cool-down, I found myself at a familiar house. It was that of my best buddy, Eric. A car was in the drive, his car. It was unusual for him to be home from work so early. I peeled my sweat-soaked shirt off and enjoyed the breeze on my chest for a moment, and then headed up to the front door to pay my buddy a visit and find out what was up.

When there was no answer to my knock, I figured Eric was probably taking advantage of his early arrival home and the nice weather by enjoying a cold beer on his deck, just as I had been doing earlier at my house. As I entered the backyard I found that I was all alone.

As I turned to leave I saw the flickering light of the TV from inside the house. Figuring that Eric hadn't heard me knocking because of the TV, I ambled up onto the back deck and peered through the window of the family room. What I saw took me totally off guard.

Bisexual Fiction: The Deal (Part 1)

By: dl2827

 

 

Jill and I stumbled back to my dorm room a little drunk from the party we had just left. It was late, and I had convinced Jill that she should come back to my place rather than driving back to her apartment off campus. My roommate was back home for the weekend with his girlfriend getting his weekly piece. I was determined to get mine, too.

We got to my room, and I led her to the bed without even turning on the lights. I fell on top of her, and we rolled around on the small twin bed. She laughed as I started feeling her up. Our mouths met and we kissed, our tongues entwined. I felt her tits up through her tight shirt, and she moaned as I tweaked her nipples.

She was running her hands over my back and started tugging my shirt over my head. I pulled hers off, too, and made quick work of getting rid of her bra. Man, I loved her tits. I couldn't believe my luck in scoring such a hot senior chick. I licked and sucked at her nipples, teasing them with my teeth and tongue. My dick ached, all cramped up in my boxer shorts and jeans.

I made my way down her smooth belly until I got to the waistband of her skirt. As I licked and tongued her soft skin, I ran my hands on her thighs until my hands were massaging just around the elastic of her panties. I ran my fingers over her soft mound and she arched her back and moaned. I quickly undid her skirt and pulled it down with her panties, leaving her naked and waiting for me. I looked down at her hot body and my cock throbbed at the sight.

I got down on my knees in front of the bed and pulled her legs over my shoulders. I dove in between her legs and started eating out her hot cunt. I loved the way she tasted and how the soft flesh yielded to my tongue. She squirmed and moaned as I licked her sweet pussy.

"Oh god, Daniel. Keep going."

I kept it up, getting her ready for me. As I ate her out I fumbled with my own pants, frantically trying to get free. I got my jeans undone and shoved them down with my boxers, my turgid cock slapping up hard against my abdomen. I teased her clit, and she bucked her hips up against me. I knew she would be ready soon, and my hard cock drooled a heavy stream of pre-cum.

I gently lowered her legs and stood up at the edge of the bed. She wrapped her legs around my waist and drew me to her. I grabbed my fat, uncut cock in my hand and gave it a few rough tugs. Then, I rubbed my leaky bone on her waiting cunt-lips. Man, this was gonna be good. I gave her hot snatch a few slaps with my cock, letting her feel the girth of my manhood. I ran my cockhead across her lips a few more times before I finally began to sink into her moist, tight cunt.

"Ohhh," she groaned as I began to fill her up.

Damn, she was hot. I slid in, smooth as silk, her hot canal gripping me as I slid her inch after inch of my thick meat. When I had all eight up in her, I felt my nuts slap up against her ass. I stayed plugged in, grinding my hips against her, enjoying the warm, tight sensation of her pussy gripping my meat.

Slowly, I started to pull out, watching my thick meat slide out of her pussy, and then slide slowly back in. I did this for as long as I could before I had to start thrusting harder, jabbing her with my cock. She was thrusting back up against me as I plowed her, tweaking her nipples and writhing on the bed.

I pulled all the way out and my dick slapped up against my belly. I turned Jill so she was lying lengthwise on the bed. I turned her on her side and got behind her in a spooning position. I lifted up her leg so I could get at her pussy. I grabbed my cock and rubbed against her wet mound and then just slid on in, poking her from behind.

"Oh, god, yeah," Jill moaned.

"Like that?"

"Oh, yeah, fuck me, Danny. Keep going!"

I started fucking her harder now. I got so turned on when she let me know that she liked it. I hated being with girls who would just lie there like they just wanted to get it over with.

I was sliding in and out of her tight pussy. I reached around to feel her tits, and she slid her own hand down to play with her clit.

"C'mon Danny, harder! Fuck me harder!"

Oh yeah, I was loving this! I was kissing her back and neck and playing with her nipples as I slammed my meat into her. I slipped out for a second and tried to shove it back in. I missed a bit, and ended up nudging up against her back door. The guys on the team were always talking about how a girl's ass is tighter than her pussy. I had always really wanted to try it with a girl, and I thought maybe Jill was hot enough to try it.

I gave it a little shove and the head of my fat, uncut cock slipped in, up her ass. Jill jumped and screamed.

"What the fuck, Daniel?"

She jumped away from me and got up off the bed, grabbing a towel off the floor, covering herself.

"Jesus, Daniel. What the fuck did you do that for? That hurt like hell. You're such an asshole. Why do you always have to ruin everything?"

I sat there on the bed, mouth agape, looking, I'm sure, like a total idiot. I have a bad habit, when confronted with an uncomfortable situation, to start laughing.

"I'm sorry, Jill. I thought you'd be into it," I said, stifling a laugh.

"Well, I'm not. I'm glad you think this is so fucking funny. You're such a jerk."

Securing the towel, Jill stormed out of the room, heading towards the girls communal bathroom. I was left on the bed with a raging hard-on, wondering what my next move would be. She seemed pissed for real. I guess my laughing didn't help matters. I covered my lower half with the thin sheet of the bed.

A few minutes later, Jill came back in the room.

"You know, Daniel, you really have a way of ruining a perfectly good time. You boys are all alike, thinking you can go around sticking it wherever you like and I'm just supposed to lie there and take it."

"No, babe. I'm sorry. I just got carried away. I swear I didn't mean to hurt you. I thought you might like it, too."

"Well how'd you like it, someone trying to shove that up your ass? Think you'd like that?"

"No way," I said sounding disgusted at the very thought of it.

"Yeah, thought so."

"But, you know, some of the other guys say that it feels really good. And some of their girls really like it."

"Well, those girls are lying. Tell you what. I'll make you a deal."

She smirked, and I knew that look. She had something up her sleeve.

"What's that?" I asked tentatively.

Straight Fiction: Fucked

By: Unknown Author

 

 

"I love the way your cock feels," she said, her face lying against my chest, which muffled her voice slightly.

"Yeah?"

"Mmm, yeah, I love how that nice big head slides between my lips, how my lips close around it." Her fingers wandered idly around my thighs, tickling and teasing.

"You orgasmed hard this time, I noticed."

All Male Fiction: The Initiation

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Bisexual True Experience: Makin' It Happen

By: bestofbothworlds_87

 

I'm a single bisexual guy, in my early twenties. I work out regularly, am considered attractive by most, and, because of my looks and body, I never really have any problem getting laid. Even with my young age (I'm 23), I have had lots of sex with both men and women alike. However, I have never had a threesome before… well not a threesome with another guy that is. It was something I desperately wanted to do. But I didn't want to just tag team a pussy, I wanted to have sex with both the woman and the man.

Determined to make it happen, I hit the internet, found an adult site for such things, signed up (I had to pay, which I wasn't too thrilled about, but figured if people were paying to advertise they would be serious about hooking up), and created an ad with photo, telling exactly what I was looking for. My ad was pending, requiring approval before it would appear on the site, but I was free to access and browse the ads already posted by other members. I found and answered several other ads from my area, which appeared to suit what I was looking for.

Over the next few days, I got a few replies back from those I had sent messages to, as well as some responses to my own ad, which had since been approved. In both cases, either they wanted more than what I was offering, they lived too far away and wanted me to travel to them, or I plain wasn't interested for whatever reason.

About a month later, I got a response that seemed promising. They were a married couple, both 34, both attractive and in decent shape based on their picture, and were seeking a bi or bi-curious male - or another couple with a bi or bi-curious male - and stated that they were quite interested in me. They lived about thirty minutes away. A thirty minute drive wasn't a problem, so I replied back, letting them know I was interested in discussing it further, and gave them my email address.

They contacted me the very next day, and after a few email exchanges, interest was high and all agreed that we would meet in person as the next step. Arrangements were made to meet at a bar near where they lived.