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: 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.

All Male Fiction: Apartment 403

By: Unknown Author
 

 

Dave went upstairs to his fourth floor apartment, went inside, locked his door and quickly removed his clothes: a t-shirt, shorts, and an old worn jock. Dave liked to keep in shape the best he could and went jogging every day. He took his clothes off not only because he was sweating from the jog, but he also liked to be naked around the house.

 

After getting a nice cold glass of water, he walked into his living room and over to the window, completely naked. He had an excellent view of apartment 403 directly across the courtyard, and had a telescope on a tripod as well.

 

In apartment 403 lived Jamie, a young twenty-something guy who was extremely good looking and well built. Dave had learned his name when he was stretching on the grass one day before his daily jog, and someone had called out to his neighbor. Dave's heart always began racing whenever he saw Jamie.

 

He wished he had the nerve to approach Jamie and tell him how he truly felt about the drop dead gorgeous hunk, the man of his dreams, the man he wanted so fucking badly, yet he couldn't, he just couldn't. He knew that Jamie was straight. He had seen him bring plenty of girls home, although he never got to see anything as he couldn't see into Jamie's bedroom. And whenever Jamie had guys over, there was never anything remotely sexual going on.

 

He also knew that even if Jamie was gay, or swung both ways, there was no way this twenty-something sexy stud would be interested in some old man. Dave was seventy-three years old and actually looked good for his age, maybe ten years younger than he was. He was in great shape, and the skin on his face and his body was pretty taught for a man of his age. Even so, the chance that a guy in his twenties would go for a guy in his seventies was unlikely. And since Jamie was obviously straight, it didn't matter anyway. Still, Dave wanted him nonetheless.

 

Dave leaned over and gazed into his telescope to take a look into Jamie's apartment. The draperies were wide open, just as they usually were, even at night, but Jamie wasn't home.

 

He had seen Jamie at home plenty of times, but had never seen him completely naked. He had seen him in just his underwear plenty of times, and once he saw him enter the living room from his bedroom completely bare assed, but all he saw was his ass. Jamie had just come in to grab something and then headed back to his bedroom, turning in such a way that all Dave got to see was a side view of his ass and the side of his leg, which, on the angle Jamie was on, had blocked the view of his cock. Still, it thrilled Dave to even just see Jamie's naked ass. And it was a nice ass, too!

 

Time passed and it was now dark outside. Dave took yet another look out the window to see if Jamie was home yet, but the apartment was still dark. Just as he turned to walk away, he saw the lights to Jamie's apartment come on. Little did Dave know, but tonight was going to be the night that he would finally get to see Jamie naked... and so much more!

All Male Fiction: Fratrow's Pizza

By: Tommyhawk1

 

I changed into the shirt in the backroom, perched the cap on my head, checked myself in the mirror, and sighed. Is there anything tackier than a pizza uniform? You know the guy who takes your pizza order and cooks your pizza? Well, that was the look I got back in the mirror. Me, Jake Meadows, pizza boy. Hell of a way to make a buck when you're in college!

And to add insult to injury, this place was located near Fraternity Row and aptly named Fratrow's Pizza. So, I'd mostly be serving pizzas to people from the various dorms and sororities. There was plenty of business to be had, of course... but the thought of taking tips from guys I'd be sitting next to in class the next day was the worst sort of demeaning.

I firmed up my resolve and looked into the mirror again and said, "So you have to work while you go to college? Anybody who would give a shit about that isn't worth having as a friend!"

Todd stuck his head in. "You in here, Jake?" He saw me in front of the mirror. "Yeah, you look gorgeous already! Now get your butt out here, we got orders waiting."

"Sure," I said and I went out to get to work.

Making pizzas isn't such a big thing. You have a machine that rolls out the dough for you nice and thin, you just put it on the pizza pan and cut off the excess, throw the excess back into the batch of dough to be rolled out anew, use a ladle to spoon on the sauce, spread it around with the base of the ladle, measure out the shredded cheese to sprinkle over it, measure out the topping and put it on, shove the pizza into the oven and let it cook. Take it out when it was brown, easy enough.

I settled into the routine pretty easily, it's not hard work and you have the order in front of you to check things on, and the amounts to put on the pizzas was on a chart up on the wall over the ingredients.

About ten minutes before ten, a customer came up and asked, "Am I too early for the special?"

Todd looked at the clock. "Another ten minutes."

"Oh," the guy said. "Uh, give me a Coke. I'll wait." The guy looked over at me. "A new guy?"

"Yeah, his first night."

"Cool," the guy said. "Is he in on the special?"

"Been too busy to ask him," Todd said. "You want me to?"

"Yeah, thanks," the guy said.

Things had slowed down enough that Todd was able to take me away from my job at the table. "What did he mean the special?" I asked.

"After ten o'clock, we get the choice of staying open or not," Todd said. "The owner says if we stay open, we get to keep any profit from the sales. Anything we sell after ten o'clock, the owner keeps one-third of the sale to help cover the cost of ingredients, and we get to keep the rest."

"Okay," I said. But that doesn't explain..."

"Why this guy is waiting to order his pizza until after ten o'clock? Because of the special," Todd said. "It's our way of making sure the people are willing to buy a pizza after ten at night."

"So what is the special?" I asked.

"A blowjob," Todd said point blank.

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