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Favorite Stories Not at Nifty Archive

To follow up on my last post, the following are some of my favorite stories that (I believe) are not on the Nifty Archive. Some are on other websites while others were published as books or magazine stories. I’ve added a link where I can find the source.

Mac Stevens and the Ten Loads by Cooper

http://www.asstr.org/%7EMacstevens/ten.html

Corporal in Charge of Taking Care of Captain O’Malley by Jack Fritscher

book, https://archive.org/details/corporalincharge00frit

Across the Threshold by Habu

https://www.gaydemon.com/stories/Across_The_Threshold_1319.html

Subduing the Captain, by Coxswain

https://www.literotica.com/s/subduing-the-captain

Mike and the Marines, by Eric Boyd

book, out of print

Maybe We Should Hang Out Sometime, by Paul Lantoro

https://www.gaydemon.com/stories/Maybe_We_Should_Hang_Out_Sometime_18383.html

The Boy Who Cried Wolf, by Happenstance

no longer available online?

talesfromunderthemattress

So, fun fact. I was first getting into reading erotic fiction back when the internet was still only just starting to become a thing, so a lot of my one-handed reading was courtesy of erotic story anthologies. If you’re familiar with the works of Phil Andros or Rick Jackson and his incredibly hot military adventure tales, you’re probably smiling at this right now. I have no idea if any of their books are even still available, but I dug the fuck out of them, and you probably will too.

One author who really opened my eyes to the possibility of the erotic story form is R.J. March. He’s apparently long out of the game now - I haven’t heard anything from him in probably a decade, at least - but his collections “Looking For Trouble” and “Hard” are stunningly well-written, incredibly sexy collections of genuine writing. “Looking For Trouble” is an especially strong collection, with a singular voice and depth that still read true almost 20 years later. You can find them used on Amazon - sorry boys and girls, paperback only, no e-books - and if you can track a copy down, I highly recommend them.

Writers like R.J. March were once the staple of the gay stroke mags that sadly no longer really exist, which provided a rich resource of fresh fiction every month. The only one of those authors still out there, that I know of, is Natty Soltesz, who’s still doin’ it live at @nattysoltesz and @br0b8, and still putting out compilations of his writing that you need to be reading (and buying!)

Another non-internet staple for me was the Flesh and the Word anthology series. The first one is still the best, featuring a diverse array of writers, characters and situations from some of the best gay fiction writers of the time. You can find copies of that on Amazon too.

Anthologies used to be a solid, fairly thriving business, but just like a lot of the gay magazines, it’s another of those formats that the internet very nearly suffocated to death. I’d really like to see the format revived, now that almost all of us have discreet reading devices in our pockets, pretty much. It’s part of the reason why I’ve (finally) begun branching out into ebooks myself, and it’s very cool to see authors like my bro @boymercuryx working to revive the form too, with quality short and longer-form works of erotic fiction that put an emphasis on the craft of writing, as much as the art of getting you off. I’d love to see much more of it, and I’m sure you will too. I’m gonna continue doing my part, and I look forward to hopefully putting some carefully crafted stroke fiction into your hands, just like all these authors (and so many more) did for me back in the day.

pagespermer

So … of course I have to chime in, me being older than anyone in the room, because when I was getting into Erotic Fiction, the fucking internet didn’t even fucking exist. Not even as some military industrial complex prototype. (But to be clear, my bro’s werds, above, about stroke fiction are so fucking resonant. This thread has caused some relatively profound personal reflection, so thanks for that @talesfromunderthemattress and @drakestories.)

My additions:

1. John Preston, Legend. AKA: The Dark Lord. AKA: Best friend to Ann Rice (and instrumental in getting her to publish her erotic fiction). AKA; Dead of AIDS.

Preston burst on to the scene with Mr. Benson (And fuck: Where’s my copy?), a groundbreaking epic that both exposed and created the Modern Gay Male Leather Scene.

Then of course, his “I Once Had a Master” series which literally changed my life.

2. John Preston, Part Two. He edited a couple of absolutely fantastic anthologies, pictured, below. In the first (Tales from the Dark Lord), two stand out. “Poontang for the Cause: An Homage to Phil Andros” (who my bro references, above). I can’t properly explain it here, given the nature of story. Just look for it. The second, Private Kirowsky, is a porn I have never - ever - forgotten. It is that good. It is that specific. It is that unique.

It is also hard-core … and it’s a love story.

Reviewing these volumes again, I understand that the seeds of my erotic writing were planted by John Preston’s cock. And that story - Private Kirowsky - was the most significant and potent load he ever dumped in my guts. It’s still there. It has never left.

3. Of course, my bro @talesfromunderthemattress is right: The First Flesh and the Word Anthology was the best. But, us smut-freaks kept buying. There’s good stuff in these follow ups. Find them here and here.

4. Here’s some other faves. Just take a look. (Also if you find ANYTHING by Lars Eighner, which has become difficult, read it. That’s a fucking order, boys. Note that he has stories in several of these anthologies, too, and, I think, in some of the Flesh and the Words.)

5. And if you ever go to a dirty old queer book store, or better yet, a sleazy smut-shop (before they all close), then head upstairs to the cheap-racks, where you can pick up copies of First Hand and Manscape - probably at ten for a dollar. I grew up on these books, yanking under the covers while my parents dreamed of the grandkids I would never produce. (Though, I tried. God did I try. That’s why M-preg stories turn me on so much.) Manscape published my first smut, based on my true adventures as a College Tea-Room Whore. (Somewhere I have a copy. I’ll find it, eventually.)

Side Note: Check out the Firsthand January 1985 featured article: “Should We Marry.” My how times have changed.

(And yeah, this fucking dad has nearly every copy ever published. So come to my estate sale, when it happens, and get a fucking bargain.)

These are my additions to this esteemed list. But I will close by offering praise to Bill Drake’s second choice: Corporal in Charge …. This is another classic in the genre - another life-changing epic that made my cock grow two inches, my balls expand and my identity solidify.

How do I know? I got two copies of that fucker.

Enjoy this smut. It’s smut that is actual smut. Artistic smut.

Now any idiot can post on Nifty (or Tumblr) and any idiot does. But young-uns: back in the day only a man (or woman) with skill, artistry and craft could get their work published, and these fuckers had all that and more.

Those were the days.

Also - get offa my fucking lawn.

[My profound thanks to @talesfromunderthemattress and @drakestories for taking me on a trip down memory lane.]

skylikethat

James Dean and Paul Newman’s incredibly iconic sexual tension filled screen test for East of Eden.

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All these ugly straight people laugh when I tell them James Dean was queer 💅🏼

sgbro

The first time

Leon was a good buddy of mine in junior college. We were both on the swim team, and friends in and out of the pool after we met as freshmen in Year One. I had complained to him how much my goggles kept misting up in the water, and he casually replied that he used his saliva as anti-fog. I made a face as he laughed, and that exchange sort of established the general tone of our friendship.

We had just finished swim practice on the weekend, heading back to his place for a late lunch as we often did - Leon lived in a condo just a few blocks from the pool, so it was convenient to hang. We would talk about girls, drink beers I sneaked into his room, and fiddle around with his guitars.

This time, I had taken a nap on his bed before heading home and woken up just as the light was fading.

“Shit,” I turned around to see his sleeping figure lying motionless beside me. I stretched slowly, feeling joints pop and tired muscles flex, as well as the the heavy weight of my boner as I shifted to nudge him.

“Oi, wake up.”

Leon murmured incoherently and swatted at my arm. I muttered a few choice Hokkien expletives and gave him a hard jab in the side. Leon sprung from the bed, cursing as he tackled me. We wrestled briefly as I got him in a headlock. Leon somehow managed to wriggle out of it, straddling my sides as he pinned me to the bed. I was painfully aware that he was hard as well, our cocks rubbing against each other through the thin material of our shorts when his weight pressed on me.

“You’re enjoying this ah.” I deadpanned, shifting my hips so I rubbed more against him.

“Fuck you lah,” he replied.

We stayed that way for a while, looking curiously at each other. His tanned skin was still a little overheated and burnt from the sun, as was mine. I looked at the way his firm arms were flexing around his tank top, and the sudden shift in his expression, like he was still in the middle of waking up.

Leon leaned down with his tousled hair, and our lips brushed. The effect was almost immediate, with a jolt heading straight to my dick. I moaned as his hot tongue slipped into my mouth, cautiously licking back as my hands gripped his broad shoulders.

He deepened the kiss as I felt his hard chest and abs grinding against mine. Leon’s body, which I had seen countless times in the changing room without a second thought, was now an undeniably warm presence above me. His stiff prick began to rub insistently against mine, even as I struggled to rub back.

It wasn’t long before I felt the pressure building in my balls and gasped that I was going to cum.

“Fucking shoot it bro,” he groaned in my ear as he stroked roughly against me. I closed my eyes tight at the friction and shot thickly in my shorts, all the while moaning against his cheek. I heard him curse as I felt his cock twitch and unload as well, a warm wet mess seeping through where we were joined at the hip.

We stayed that way, clutching at each other and breathing heavily, before he suddenly rolled off.

“Horny bastard,” I managed to speak, turning my head to look at him.

He turned towards me and grinned. “That was damn awesome.”

sgkeyboardkid

Rock climbing buddies

It was just a friendly intra-team match with our school’s rock climbing club, but we were all feeling pretty pumped, with competition coming up. Bryan was our team’s vice-captain, and we were all expecting him to do well at the upcoming Gravical competition by SMU.

Bryan was easily the best climber with the team, and his body showed it. Once an awkward, lanky kid in secondary school, 4 years of climbing really filled out his lean frame. Standing at 1.8m tall (some height really does help when you climb), Bryan was now 75kg of pure lean muscle: long, sinewy arms and a rippling, well-developed back. The front was just as impressive, with a set of washboard abs that was somehow visible even when he sat down. The killer body came as a matched set with an equally attractive personality. Bryan hadn’t been the most good-looking boy growing up, but some mix of working out, friends teaching him to dress better, and a life-changing hairdresser hit him like a second puberty train during NS. The result was a shy, boyishly handsome young man who didn’t realise how good looking he was, and didn’t know how to deal with the attention.

In any case, the moment was exciting to watch and I cheered excitedly as he neared the top of the wall. (Of course, it didn’t hurt that the harness showed off his bulge perfectly) Next to me was Jason, another of our teammates and my roommate in hall. I’d have loved to have the chance to share that small a space with Bryan, but he preferred to stay home. Not that I could complain about Jason, whom I met while in the army. Being climbers all three of us, we kept ourselves in shape. Jason was shorter than Bryan, but we all shared roughly the same build – lean, defined and not too muscled. We’d hung out together most of our freshman year, and now most of our friends knew us as the 3 musketeers.

Later that night, after training was over, Bryan opted not to join the rest for dinner, instead volunteering to clear all the equip. Jason and I knew he was feeling down, so being the dutiful friends that we were, hung around too to help him pack up and lend a ear.

We cleared up in silence, though slowly, as we were all tired from the day’s climb. It quickly got dark as we finished up, and I started to feel the cool night wind on my shoulders and arms.

“Eh so what happen to you? Recently you climb like not up to standard sia.” Jason was hot, but tact was not one of his many strengths.

“Huh.. Haha I weak ma, not like you leh,” Bryan joked halfheartedly. That was enough to ward Jason off, but I knew better. Jason carried a bunch of harnesses and ropes off to the logistics store, which I knew would give me some time to talk to my friend.

“Eh serious bro, you okay or not. Can tell got something bugging you leh.” I said to Bryan, once I saw that Jason was out of earshot.

He sighed, and admitted he’d been having trouble with Kimberly, his sort of on-off girlfriend. He was always having trouble with Kim actually, don’t know why it still got him bothered.

He sat down on the floor, and I could now see his arm muscles again, super well-defined against the harsh night lights that had flickered to life. He was covered in a sheen of sweat that remained, and obviously a bit dirty and in need of a shower. But somehow, seeing him a bit sticky and dirty now, I couldn’t help but admire how good he looked.

I sat next to him, probably a little close for comfort, yet not as close as I wanted to in my mind.

“Please la, dunno what she like to complain about, got you still not happy meh?”

“Haha, dunno la. You better what, maybe she want you lor,” Bryan said as he looked over his shoulder at me.

“Yah right, you don’t even know how much I want to have you– eh I mean be you.” I blurted out the last bit a bit too loudly.

… FUCKING BUSTED. I hung my head down and wondered if this was basically the end, but there was only silence. After what seemed like forever (but was probably about 2 seconds), I looked up at him slowly to see if this friendship was going to survive, ready to brush things off with a joke.

I was greeted by his curious, handsome face. And suddenly, with no warning, he stuck his head over and planted his lips on mine for a kiss. Not a light, tentative peck – it very quickly turned into a full-on, wet, sloppy, tongue-wrestling kiss. A part of me wanted to stop, but most of me was reacting to lust, driven by a mixture of the smell of his sweat and deodorant.

I saw a small movement as his hand shifted something in his shorts, probably out of instinct. I didn’t hesitate, and reached over to rub it for him. Fuck, it felt so good in my palm, AND SO HARD. I grasped it through the material of his shorts and started rubbing it up and down, feeling the heat radiate out, the front of his shorts getting damp from the sweat off my palms. It felt like a good 7 inches of hot rod.

He moaned into my mouth, not stopping to break the kiss. I’d become aware now that we were doing this out in the open. We weren’t likely to see anyone else around here at this time, but there was also nothing blocking us from view. I also didn’t care, and I was ready for more.

By this time, neither did Bryan. He offered no resistance, and in fact leaned back to offer me more access. I slid my hand up the leg of his shorts, feeling the silky material of his Renoma Sport underwear, a little moist from the day’s wear and some precum that was starting to stain the front. I could feel his cock pulsating as the blood flowed through, twitching every now and then as I hit his pleasure spots. His breathing got heavier, and his abs tensed, almost as if he were trying to hold back.

It took all the discipline I had not to rip off his shorts and singlet right there. I wanted more. For the over 5 years that I’d known this shy hottie, I’d never even had a glimpse of his cock, and now I was going to taste it.

I gave up all pretense of restraint, and reached over for the waistband of his-

“Wah, having fun ah?”

sgsecgayboy

Gay Cruising and GloryHole in Singapore

Looking for places for gloryholes or understalls in Singapore? Don’t worry this masterlist is where you can find a place to have some fun in Singapore.

Editor’s Choice:

Top Pick 👍👍👍

1)Junction 8, toilet beside McDonalds and MossBurger, Level 1

This toilet in the heartlands of Singapore is no doubt the place where gays from all walks of life gather. We have students in uniform jerking, NS men looking for under stall and even old uncles out to have some fun. No glory holes or peepholes but no doubt the best place to have fun. With air con and large spaces under cubicles divider, look forward to some great understall fuck.

Editor’s experience: Good place for fun especially for underage gays(not saying that you should but prepare yourself thoroughly) Experienced 10++ times of understall @ J8

PS. If you are into bears, there is an Indian uncle in his 40s who stays the every weekend for hours looking for sex.

2)Ang Mo Kio MRT

No gloryhoes by there’s peepholes. Tons of phone number scribble over the wall. If you’re looking for meetups, you got a whole logbook to yourself. HAHA.

Editor’s experience: very hot and stuffy but not much people so more privacy. 2 times under stalls and urinal cruising

3)Khatib MRT

This tiny little MRT stations in Singapore sure has a large population of gays. Look forward to urinal cruising from students NS men and even uncles. Under stall might be rare but urinal cruising normally turns into some fun in the stalls.

Editor’s experience: Go at around late afternoon. Expats and students would well be horny enough to have a release. Stay at the urinal at ard 5 mins to pick up someone. Remember to shake your dick to look somewhat as if you’re jerking….. HHAHA

Others:

Century Square @ Tampines

About 5 Mins Walk from Tampines MRT Station, Singapore. Toilets with peeping and but no glory holes.

Woodlands MRT,

Singapore, Mixed local crowd and hung foreign workers.

Little India Arcade, Serangoon Road

You have to pay to enter the toilet and the attendents know whats going on. Be discreet. Hung local and foreign indian guys.

Yio Chu Kang, Yio Chu Kang MRT

Watch out! Cleaning at 10 am. Mostly guys in their early thirties.

Tekka Mall, Serangoon Street

Urinals are behind wall so time to “adjust” if you hear the door.

Carpenter & Hong Kong Street

Dark alleys after 7.00 pm. Clean toilet at The Riverwalk. Young guys and yuppies.

Suntec City Shopping Mall

By Singapore International Convention Centre, Singapore. This is the easiest place in Singapore to get some action, as a frequent visitor from the West. There is also a quieter toilet in the aforementioned City Mall Link, behind a shop called Purple Pots, just before you reach Suntec.

Raffles City Shopping Center, 252

Loo cruising.

Lucky Plaza Shopping Complex, Orchard Road, the main shopping street on this little Island-Nation, located at Paragon Mall a Typical washroom with a loud door. Plenty of recovery time if someone comes.

Tanglin Shopping Centre,Tanglin

Crowd: Expats and Local sexy men. Delta Swimming Complex, Redhill, Singapore. Discreet gays go here for a swim. Mostly people go there for some sun tanning.

Funan IT Mall, 109, North Bridge Road, Singapore. Some cruising in toilets.

Tanjong Pagar Plaza, Tanjong Pagar Plaza, Singapore. Many cute execs with tie and office execs whose want to release stress.

Ford Road., Ford Road and the ECP Intersection, Singapore. For nude sunbathing, following the well worn path or follow someone who looks like they know where they are going. The beach is to the south.

International Plaza, 1 International Plaza., Singapore. Do not hang too long in the toilet and try toilet at parking level!Hoteldlands Checkpoint park

Best to meet people there and go to your place. Better to go there only after dark.

Chinatown back street cruising

Back streets in Chinatown at night between club street, along Ann Siang Street to Maxwell food court. Great cruising and especially look for young guys in cars, some rent boys but great fun.

City Link Mall Washrooms

City Link Mall lined to City Hall MRT, Singapore. As you walk from City Hall train MRT towards Suntec City Underpass, the first toilet you come to is just after the escalators up, near New York New York restaurant.

Sun Plaza Shopping Center

Next to Sembawang MRT Station, Singapore. Students and the working crowd.

Tanjong Beach, Sentosa

The furthest beach away from Beach Station (Sentosa Express)and the opposite direction to Siloso Beach. Its past Palawan beach where the younger crowd hangs out.

SeaShell Park, PasirRis Drive 4

A park on top of a hill. Lots of Army guys, joggers, local asians dudes cruise jog or stretching.

High St Centre, 1 North Bridge Road

Toilets 1st floor. No security at entrance. Toilets are clean and safe.

Causeway Point

The toilets on the first and second floors are very cruisy but the best is the fifth floor next to the arcade.

Carlton Hotel 76 Bras Basah Road

Hotel toilets and shower rooms

Takashimaya Singapore Ltd, 391 Orchard Road

Located in the toilets on the fifth floor next to tower B lifts.

Tanglin Mall, Cnr Grange Road

Busy shopping mall with a few quiet toilet locations for play time.

Delta Swimming Complex, Redhill

Discreet gays go here for a swim. Mostly people go there for some sun tanning.

Last but not the least Have FUN! GOOD LUCK!

grandmoonnight

#sgtoilet

klgaychi

Any updates on all this places? To share with you guys …Labrador MRT got peeping holes…!!

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|SHY BOY|

The soft hair, the tanned skin, those sparkling brown eyes and those lips that never fail to make his smile more charming than he already is. And what attracts me the most was his shyness whenever he is around with girls. Well, I couldn’t blame him for that since he was previously from all boys school before coming to JC.

I noticed him during our JC orientation. Now, he is a Student Councillor holding the secretary appointment. Yes, he may be shy but he was indeed a firm guy whilst discharging his duties. Brandon (yeap, that’s his name) did not not only excel and outperform in his duties serving the college and academics but was also excellent in sports! I have seen him played most kind of sports during our physical education lesson. His forte was basketball, hockey and badminton. The college even offered him to join the basketball team (which is one of the college’s niche CCA) but he declined the offer due to his commitment to the council. To further define his physique, he often goes to the college gym in the evening and that explains those strong muscular biceps and well-defined abs. I often feel the gush of orgasm whenever he pulls up his shirt to wipe off his sweat on his beautiful face after PE which thus reveal his toned abs. Not forgetting that V-shape that all girls will fantasize about. He is just too perfect. Even most of the year 2 girls admires his hunky image. Brandon stands at 1.8m tall and has a mixture of Japanese and Thai in his bloodline. What other more characteristics to further define this beauty?

Well, I guess that’s enough of my fangilr-ing description of Brandon. Let’s get to the main story. Before that, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Victoria. My close friends often calls me Vic or babe. I’m the Captain of the college’s netball team. I’m rather tanned due to all those trainings under the sun. I have long slender legs which I would often show off by wearing my tight short school skirt which I altered. This also exposes the curves of my bosom as I often go to the gym to do squats. My facial feature is sharp and I do look mixed as my dad is Australian while my mum is Singaporean. I have a relatively curvy body from all those trainings and gym sessions. My busts…well..I think they are pretty decent that often get the stares from every perverts when I board the bus to college. I guess it was my fault for wearing a relatively bright push-up bra underneath my white uniform.

Alright, back to my crush and fantasy.Brandon and I were in the same science tutorial. Biology to be exact. Woah, hold your horses people! Biology in JC was pretty much different. There weren’t any much of those “biology” that most were expecting. It was more to cellular functions, gene mutations and technically those that weren’t really covered in secondary school for instance, the HUMAN BODY! We have yet to do any practicals as the tutors wanted to drill us with the basic fundamentals first. Hence, it was pretty dry and to make it even drier, the tutor was speaking monotonously. Most of us ended up playing with our phones under the desk and some simply dozed off.

However, the lesson was made wetter (less dry I mean) because I was partnered with Brandon who was sitting on my right at the back of the science lab. Brandon and I were the only pair at the back. Yeah, our tutorial was conducted in the lab as some of the available classrooms were used for the Year Two students for their upcoming tests. And yes, the reason we could use our phones to much discreetness is because the tables in the labs were those type of high raised ceramic table. And when seated, only our body from the chest above could be seen. Okay back to Brandon OR rather my story.

Whilst the lesson was ongoing, I did notice that Brandon would often steal a glance or two at me. At times, it would be a long glance and I often pretended that I did not take notice. Well, obviously, I wasn’t unaware of why he would look at me. Ever since, I was made to be his partner in biology tutorial, I would never fail to get his attention. More often than not, I would purposely tie my ponytail whenever we were instructed to discuss with our partner. As I have a rather decent busts of size 34C covered by a bright pink bra, it definitely got Brandon’s full attention. Also, as my shirt was tucked in so the contour of my boobs was really apparent and this made my button seemed as though it was going to burst out anytime. I knew Brandon tried his very best to not trail his eyes to locked onto my boobs but his consciousness often gave in to his raging hormones at the age of 17. Again I would pretend not to notice but I do notice that he has a boner which was clearly visible due to his tight cream-coloured pants! Even when he is not turned on the bulge in his pants was simply delicate and this has been a common topic of discussion amongst my teammates. Jessica, my best shooter, told us that she did purposely brush her hand on his bulge before while queuing up at the canteen and this caught Brandon by surprise. To top it off, my skirt was rather short and it was even shorter to half of my thighs when I sit on the high stool. Brandon tried to look at the whiteboard in front but I would often get his attention by asking him questions so that he had to face me. And I would usually sit closer to him whenever I have questions so my body (especially my assets) touches his veiny, strong muscular arm. He froze whenever I do that and I love his reaction almost everytime. I find it rather cute when a shy boy reacts in such a manner especially when he starts to stutter answering my questions.

However, this time round I have had enough of the teasing. I decided to go beyond that. Ideas began forming in my head - and a smile was crafted on my feminine face. So, lesson went on as per usual..boring much. But Brandon, being a very studious guy, often pays attention to the monotonous tutor babbling regarding enzymes and proteins. But hey, though I don’t really pay much attention during lesson, I do still get excellent grades whenever there is a mini test! Okay back again to the topic, I stared at his great features from his side view. Gosh, was I thankful and lucky to be partnered with this creation of god! His sharp nose, long eye lashes and defined jawline was indeed what made him the most beautiful creature! My eyes trailed down to his broad shoulders to his bulging arms the size of my thighs and then to his tight pants that shaped out his manly bulge. I almost drooled on the great package he has. Intuitively, I moved my high stool closer to him and pretended to be attentive to the tutor. This caught his attention however, it did not make him suspicious of my move. Unexpectedly (for him), I placed my right hand on his left thigh and remained it there. Brandon started to blink numerous times as though he was nervous. I remained my hand on his thigh for a good five minutes before running my hand northwards. By then I could hear him gulped twice. His fingers started to fiddle with his pen as to clear his mind from the distraction. I supposed he was trying extremely hard to not to have an erection. Whilst putting on a poker face and being ‘attentive’ to the ongoing lesson, my hand trailed up to his bulge and almost instinctively, Brandon lost the war to his consciousness. He jumped a little as I started to gently squeeze his bulge. It was the first time I saw Brandon looking aimlessly all over the lab as to contain his composure. He clenched his fist on his pencil case while clenching on to his pen on the other.

With a quick movement, I unzipped his pants and struggled to find the top of his briefs to pull his manhood out. I also unbuttoned his pants to allow my hand more freedom to roam his groin. After two minutes of struggling, I managed to pull his hardon out with only one hand. The circumcised gorgeous meat sprung out from its constraints. Well, if guys could take off their girl’s bra using one hand, I could pull out a dick restrained in a tight pants with only one hand too! His dick started to twitch as it came into contact with the cool surrounding air. This time, I turned to him and stared at him in his eyes before giving him an evil wink. I could see his shock in his eyes as he knew I was about to dominate him since he was unable to do anything much during the lesson but to allow me to control his beautiful engorged veiny meat. He definitely was helpless as if he tried to escape, the tutor would he unhappy as he is easily annoyed by any interruptions. Besides, his dick would be hanging out of his pants if he were to stand. And oh boy was I more than delighted and horny as I’ve never held a real cock (although I’ve seen my twin brother’s cock before)! His manhood was indeed thick and long of at least 7 inches. I could hardly wrap my slim fingers around it. Even his two orbs (although covered by bushes) were incredibly large. A loud gasped almost escaped from my mouth. I didn’t waste any more time. Without releasing my grab, I took a hand sanitizer from my pencil case with my left hand, squeezed a little to his frenulum and started to stroke his shaft slowly. After three stroke, his penis was completely lubricated and his head was glistening handsomely. With four fingers wrapped around the circumference of his well endowed shaft, I placed my thumb on his dick head and did a circular motion at his tip. At this time, Brandon was grinding his teeth whilst trying hard to control himself.

Afterwards, I purposely positioned my body facing him while still looking in front and pulled up my skirt even higher until it is almost three quarters above my knee. I could then feel that his member grew even thicker and larger in my hand. It kept throbbing in my grasp. Little did I know that an erected penis could grow even more! From my side view, I could see that this beautiful student council hunk was looking into my eyes with a look as though he’s begging me for mercy. But never will I give mercy to a fetish of mine to see this Jap-Chinese handsome boy spurting his seeds in his school uniform AND furthermore in a classroom!! I have always had a femdom fantasy especially when it involves a boy in uniform and especially at unexpected time where he is helpless for instance in a classroom where lesson is on going. With that, I opened my legs slightly which revealed my pink panties (yea, I don’t wear safety pants as I felt it to be so uncomfortable) and increased my stroke along his thick, long veiny shaft. I must say that the veins that were throbbing on his shaft made me really wet. How manlier can this guy get?! To much of his unawareness, I have actually placed my phone in my bag on the floor, set in a recording mode and aimed directly at him. I did this when he was paying attention to the tutorial earlier on. Soon, his pinkish glans started to swell and become reddish. Sweat started to form on his forehead, his cock became warmer in my hand and precum leaked out from his opening tip. Seeing his precum, I pretended to drop a pen. Now, I was no longer seen as the high raised ceramic table had blocked me view from the front view. I moved closer to him. My lips are now a few centimetres from his manhood. I gently kissed his head affectionately. I then wrapped my lips around the circumference of his dick without a gap and engulfed the whole rod in my mouth. The warmness inside my mouth made his dick twitched. Instinctively, I bobbed my head from the tip of his shaft to the base five times. Whilst doing this, I sucked his dick vigorously and flicked my tongue on the underside of his shaft. I finally licked his precum whilst looking up at him. At this rate, I knew he couldn’t contain his seeds any further. The sweat on his forehead started to trickle down to the side of his beautiful feature. Without hesitation, I tightened my grasp around his shaft, stroked up in a cockscrew manner and back down to the base allowing his head to pop out of my hand. I even pulled his dick up till it made Brandon to lift his apple-shaped ass from his stool. I repeated this technique and motion with varrying velocity before the time arrives. Brandon clenched both his fists, faced down to the table, his eyes shut tight and he was tensed all over his body till I could see that his veins in his arms and neck popped out. To ensure that he would not let out an uncontrollable moan, Brandon bit down hard on his pen. I increased my motion, his cock pulsated and BAM!!! His plastic pen cracked in between his teeth.

Brandon splurged out a large quantity of cum under the table. He did not only shoot his thick gooey cum once but thrice whilst I continued to mercilessly pump him. His breathing increased. It hit all the walls under the table. Some landed on the floor. Turned on by his massive load by his massive cock from his massive balls, I had the most evil idea that ever came to my mind. Seing this flawless gorgeous creature to have such a beautiful orgasm, I continued to pump him even further. This time, I was even more merciless in the way I jerked him off. I changed my stroking technique to twisting and caressing his tip. As known to many, the tip is the most sensitive part of a male when it concerns stimulation. Moving even closer to him and pretended to refer to his paper, I moved my other hand under the table to his impressive massive balls and caressed it. It almost felt like holding two ping pong balls. I vigorously pulled his balls away from his body and played with them by rubbing his delicate balls in my left palm. Brandon stared at me and was panting whilst whispering to me to stop. I got even wetter to seeing a dominated male pleading and begging to me. I stopped stroking him and pressed on the root of his base between his cock and balls to prevent him from cumming. I learnt this from the Internet. I did this twice whenever I felt his balls tightened and this has caused further discomfort to Brandon. He started to perspire and his dick head had become really engorged and was reddish in colour. With increasing pace and pressure along his veiny shaft, Brandon let out a cough and shoot out an even more massive sperm load. As his dick was pointing into my direction, some of his splooge landed on my exposed thighs and some of his seeds landed on my uniform at the chest area. Surprised, I released Brandon from his torment. His dick continued to spray his seeds like a hose under the lab table. The whole floor under the table was covered in his cum. It took him a good five minutes before he managed to get his breath and looked at me with an exhausted expression. I smiled at him. I took my index finger and sccoped up his cum on my thighs and licked it off seductively without losing an eye contact with Brandon. Brandon stared in disbelief. Surprisingly, his cum was rather sweet probably because he is made to be the perfect creature.

I looked at his limped yet thick dick. It looked royally delicate even when it’s limped. Again, I dropped my pen and reached down to his crotch. I took his dick in my hand and licked off the remaining cum that was on his shaft. I then took his balls. With my mouth opened widely, I stuffed both his balls in my mouth. It took me awhile to get both of them in. Using my tongue, I positioned one of his balls in between my right molars and chewed on it lightly. Seeing (and feeling) this, Brandon came at attention again. I almost couldn’t take it off my mouth after I was done teasing him though. Next, I bobbed my head down his shaft again thrice to clean his dick. But instead of cleaning the remaining cum on his handsome dick, Brandon exploded down my throat when my lips almost touched his base on my third bobbing. Spurts after spurts flowed down my oesophagus. I gagged and had to involuntarily swallowed his load as I was caught by surprise. The excess spilled from my pout lips and dribbled down to my chin. A little annoyed by his lack of courtesy, I gave him several quick hard bites on his shaft as his cock travels out of my petite mouth. By this, Brandon twitched and let out a slight groan of pain and ecstasy. Done with the coaching, I gently placed his penis back in his pants, zipped it and gave two hard squeeze of his round bulge. After which, I sat up straight again and put out my tongue to him showing his remaining cum which I haven’t swallowed. I gulped it down and licked some cum on my lips before sticking out my tongue again to prove that there were no more cum in my mouth. And I winked seductively at him. Brandon smiled slightly showing his approval and appreciation of me swallowing his load. I nodded and smiled cheekily. The bell rang. I packed my stuff. I secretly tapped on the ‘stop’ button on my phone and slip it down the pocket of my skirt. I then passed Brandon two packets of tissue papers. I made my way out of the lab. At the door, I looked back at the now weakly standing Brandon who always has a great bulge in his tight pants before proceeding to my next lesson leaving the beautiful adonis behind in the lab trying to clear the ‘mess’. Little did I know, the gorgeous student councilor’s cum that landed on my chest was still present on my uniform.

On the way to my next lesson, I kept thinking of the recording. Did I manage to get everything on tape?

Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder from the back while I was about to enter my Economics lecture.

“Hey, babe! How was it?” asked Samantha. Samantha was my classmate and she was the captain for the girls volleyball team. Her sexy curves, long slender legs and beautiful features often gets the attention of most guys and even girls in the college.

“How was what?” I asked with a blur expression.

“Look at your chest.“

Sam, scooped up my crush’s cum on my uniform with her thumb and licked it off.

“Don’t you ever think that I didn’t know what that was. I saw what you did to that shy student councilor in the lab earlier on when I walked past the lab.”

My eyes were wide in shock. I just remembered that my table was near to the back door of the lab and I’ve forgotten to close it before I carried out my ‘operation’.

“But chill, Vic. I have that fetish too. Next time, you and I will have a project with that boy in the lecture alright!”

She walked into the lecture theatre before looking back at me and said, “His cum is sweet though!”

extraordinarilygorgeous

Such a wonderful femdom story! 😍 too bad the account is deactivated. Maybe, I should help to continue this femdom cos I really love Brandon 😏😘

sgbro

Overdrive

It was one of those days. One of those days where the hormones were raging, everything seemed to be on edge, and my dick was so hard it just about seemed to be tearing through my pants.

I was in heat. I also liked that now, I could finally do something about it.

I burst through the door to Leon’s room, startling him from watching some gaming video on YouTube. “Knock first lah,” he cursed, trying to untangle himself from his headphones. Always the grouch.

“Horny as fuck, bro.” I threw my bag carelessly to the floor and pulled him from his chair. Roughly, I tossed his blanket to the ground and dragged my friend down to the floor with me. His protests were cut off by my hands and mouth, which were on and all over his body. I wanted him something fierce. Needed to feel skin on skin.

Soon, I had him gasping for breath, his own hardness pressing insistently against my own through my jeans. I nearly ripped off his army singlet and boxers in my eagerness to get him out of them. His tanned, tight body, so similar to my own, was now familiar territory to me. We grappled, his warm palms feeling so fucking good as they kneaded my heated skin. They made short work of my polo tee, which swiftly joined the pile of our clothes feverishly kicked under his table.

We toppled onto his blanket, both now completely naked and erect. My cockhead was damp and dripping with precum, waving stiffly above Leon’s boner. I leaned down, biting firmly onto his brown nipples, making him swear and tilt his head back. His muscles stood out in stark relief, firmly etched evidence of Leon’s ramped up physical training. My tongue traced the sharp crevice where his pecs met, down all the way to the canal dividing his abs, finally lapping at the fine hair of his happy trail. I did enjoy cumming on his torso, then lazily watching as my seed turned clear, pooling in small rivers between his six-pack.

“Went gym this morning?” I asked as I looked him over. His arms looked particularly swollen and veiny today.

He caught a breath. “Yah lah. You like right.” Leon grinned and flexed. I bit my lip, turgid wet cock twitching at the sight. We were always horny after exercise and training, and I fucking loved how he was always up for the spontaneous messing around after sessions.

We started grinding hard, feeling our bushy dicks rub against each other, all the while grunting and moaning. Alternating between long, slow strokes and then quick, hard jabs. It wasn’t long before Leon was just as wet as me, the room beginning to smell of our usual male musk of sweat and sex.

“Damn bro. Need to get inside you siah,” I panted.

“Do it bro,” Leon replied grimly, spreading his legs and hooking them on my hips. Fuck.

More vulgarities poured from my lips as I felt my slick dickhead ooze and press snugly against his warm entrance. I didn’t want to interrupt the moment. Didn’t want to feel anything between Leon and me. In that brief moment, I’d never felt so intensely connected to another guy before.

I pushed in.

“Cheebai!” Leon’s eyes widened as he looked at me with a mix of shock and desire. I pulled out and firmly thrust back in, earning myself a deep, drawn-out groan from my tight fuck buddy. I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back.

“Yeah, you like that? You fucking like that raw lanjiao inside you?”

As I began thrusting in earnest, I vaguely wondered why we hadn’t done this sooner. It wasn’t as though one of us had any chance of getting pregnant, and judging by the way we had been going at it I was sure neither of us was getting any action elsewhere. Why bother, when you had a willing and eager partner at your doorstep.

But being inside my best friend without a condom just heightened the sensations, both physical and mental. Looking down at Leon moaning and squirming, his firm pecs rippling each time I pounded back in, his biceps all bunched up and clutching at my arms, his loud, hoarse voice moaning my name - it was all way too much, too fast. My climax was building and we had only been at it for a few minutes.

“Fucking going to breed you, bro.” I gasped just as my balls drew up tight and I began to unload a torrent of my hot nut inside his passage. My eyes were screwed up tight as I blasted it once, twice, three times, a rush of manjuice that made the base of my dick sore. I was also making a deep, guttural sound somewhere at the back of my throat. The cock spasms finally settled after I’d squirted - didn’t think I’d ever drained my balls so thoroughly before. Distantly, I heard Leon curse, then there was a flurry of movement and strained limbs, and I was suddenly the one on the blanket, Leon’s bare cock halfway in my own hole.

I yelped as he shoved it in without further preamble. He began really going at it - my natural instinct was to immediately fight him, but at this point it seemed to be almost inevitable that the asshole would eventually want a turn - so I hooked my arms under his broad shoulders and watched my buddy have the time of his life fucking me raw.

“Fucker, come in me so much until my ass leak,” Leon muttered in between thrusts. I reached behind him to check, and it was true - I had seeded him well and good. His balls were slick as my sperm was dripping down from his current exertions, further lubricating his rough fucking of my hole. Fucking me with my own cum. In defiance, I gripped his testicles hard and was rewarded by Leon losing control, having his own massive eruption inside me as well. I reached to grab his butt and pressed him deep inside me, all the time watching him make the most painfully awkward orgasm face.

Then again, I guess I had made the same one when I had shot in him. It really had been that good.