Gay Guy into Straight Things

NSFW - Gay Guys Fucking Pussy Disclaimer: Not me in the pic

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Christie’s gay neigbor Thad was surprisingly good at eating pussy

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Fuck

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Gay best friend fucks her insides good . She needed more view on live stream. He was a pro at non stop pounding .

[bromoalphas]

Even though Johnny always knew he is one Sexy Masculine Alpha Bisexual Hunk; he got Gay-married to his faggot who once financially supported him and helped him turn into the Successful Influential Business Tycoon he is now. He promised his faggot-bitch to marry him so he did but recently he was getting pussy-fucking urges like a Primordial Dominant Alpha Breed Male! He got used to be Gay socially but he always had an eye for his Gay-Husband's Busty Hot MILF Sister! He was starting falling for her and one day when he home came exhausted from a tiring office meeting he found his seductive sister-in-law waiting to seduce him and get the Breeding Stallion out of him. He could not control the inner Bi Alpha Hunk inside him who wanted to Fuck a pussy for so long. He just said "Fuck it!" and left his guard off... She gave her a raging boner with pre-cum... He got Shirtless as he knew he was about to fill her wet pussy with his cum... As he is Gay-married and loyal. He would tell about this incident to the faggot he owns later. That time he just wanted to breed her like a Real Man!

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Ex-Gay

I’ve never seen this story before, so I thought it was pretty hot:

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“Oh my god !” She screamed. My cock was buried deep in her pussy. She was all vowels. “Oh! Oh-oh, don’t stop!” Then she tensed, and hit number forty-three. We’d been fucking each other for two weeks. In the beginning, it was hot because she liked it so much. I’d never seen anyone go that crazy over it in a very long time. My orgasm was coming on me a like a steam engine. I could feel the boiling in my balls. She shifted so I would be dicking her even deeper. I knocked something in her that made us both lose our breath. “Don’t stop,” she gasped.

It started out as a joke. But it was obvious after a while that I was interested in females. I didn’t notice until it was too late. I mean, my mind would scream at me from time to time. It would tell me to pull out and leave before things got any deeper. But I stayed. Her eyes kept me entranced. Jessica’s body danced in ways I’d never seen before. The promises she whispered kept me coming back. I was sprung, but I didn’t realize until it was too late and it was rolling over me like a squirrel under a Mack truck.

She had a boyfriend who worked for the Coast Guard. Every week, he would leave for twenty-four hours to stand guard over his base. He played the paper pusher on a regular day. When he came home from work, most times, he looked tired, drugged, and ready to slip into his unconscious. I felt uncomfortable around him, especially when he was tired. She told me not to be nervous, that they had an open relationship.

As the weeks went by, she would call more often, wanting to hang out. She offered to make me lunch. Lunch was a code word. Then she would start lamenting over her boyfriend. Shit like, “He’s tired all the time.” And: “He never wants to do anything.” The recipe was there.

My other friends had no idea. I told them I’d lost it to a girl. But they didn’t know who or how involved I was. I was worried about being called a liar, or a fake, and having my gay club card cut in half—which is only half a joke. As time went by, I came to realize I didn’t have to worry. The girl I was fucking would lead me away from the gay culture. We spent our days and nights fucking, broken only by the arrivals and departures of her boyfriend.

Underneath it all, there was a bond growing between our bodies. Something so permeating the sheets and covers caressed me at night in memory. That little place in my brain where thoughts of her lived eventually became renovated and grew to take over. The days we didn’t see each other I spent thinking about her. When I was with her, I was a different person. I was happy.

There was never a time when I consciously said to myself, “I’m not going to be gay anymore.” But it happened. Guys became less attractive. Not ugly and revolting, just … not what I was looking for. I felt my same-sex interest waning and it tortured me.

Did this mean I wasn’t gay after all? In the beginning I thought it would just be this one girl. But my list of girls I wanted to fuck kept growing. I was no longer attracted to other males. Even if I were gay to begin with, am I gay now ? I reasoned it away. What does gay mean , anyway? Am I gay because I’ve slept with a countless amount of guys? Because I have; that should count for something.

I was never as connected to the gay scene as I was in the months leading up to my trysts with her. But that was the gay scene ; I could take it or leave it. I told myself I never liked hanging out with queens anyway. I felt like I was turning my back on the community that raised me and taught me the values of “tolerance” and “freedom”. But I reasoned that away into the void, too.

For the first few months, I tried to over-compensate. I was gay . I liked cock . Pussy was just a warm, moist hole. I went to gay bars to prove my homosexuality to myself. Each night, was a different bar and a different man.

I would be desperate and he could tell. He’d make me worship his cock; then he’d flip me over and root me. That last part didn’t happen very often. Most of the time my “straight-acting” appearance would make him hungry, and I, being just as desperate as he, would follow him home.

Up until the moment, I would be digging his enthusiasm. He’d offer his mouth for my pleasure. I would relish it and reward him with a thick wad in the back of his throat. Then I’d push him down on the bed, on his stomach, and stick my tongue in his ass. I’d swirl, lick and nibble until he would squeal and beg me to stick it in. The moment of penetration always makes my knees weak.

John would moan and squirm as I stuffed my cock deeper yet. All the while, I would think of Jessica’s pussy. The way it smelled. How it felt when she was on top. I never failed to take in the minutiae. The most vivid memories were the most tactile. Then he’d say, “Oh god, I’m coming.” And I would realize what I was doing.

Those nights, after convincing him I didn’t want to mutually achieve an orgasm of my own, after going soft and trying, trying, trying to get hard again … . Those nights, after I failed, I would feel torn. Those nights would be the worst. There would be more episodes. But they all ended the same way.

I was frustrated because it wouldn’t work; because it felt wrong and I didn’t want it to. So I tried guys I used to have crushes on. I tried hot guys; dudes with six packs and asses of steel. I tried pretty boys and twinks. I tried older guys. Soon, the desperation turned to epiphany. I had to face the facts; I couldn’t fool myself any longer. I truly wasn’t attracted to men.

My whole life was built upon gay. My whole life was about the fighting and the teasing and the bullying I had when I came out. It was about the sin and the physical pleasures, the rebellion and anarchy of giving in to my animal tendencies. It was all negated. I felt like my whole life was a lie. I was scared; I would have to do it all again.

That was a horrible thing to admit, considering I was still involved with several gay non-profit organizations. I was terrified of letting anyone know my true feelings. I decided to get a cover—a guy named Henry, who didn’t mind that I didn’t want to have sex because he was asexual. Meanwhile I panicked. My cohorts were already beginning to notice my withdrawn attitude.

It was a stormy afternoon when I walked into the office. The sequence of events was eerily familiar. I felt twelve again, at the foot of my mother’s bed. It happened the same way, almost. They were sitting at the conference table. I was late for the conference. “I can’t work here anymore,” I told them. When they asked me why, my brain exploded, and the twisty-turny, nauseatingly illogical and wrong spewed forth. I told them I liked girls. That it had been at least a half a year since I was genuinely attracted to any guy. I was in love with a woman. Their eyes changed, then, and it was déjà vu when they asked me how I knew; if I was sure. But they made their minds up.

My gay friends told me it was a phase. Some told me I was greedy. I was bisexual. I couldn’t hack it in the gay world, so I had to move on to something easier. Some of them said I claimed to be gay all this time to build a network of hags I could boink anytime I wanted. They’d never say no. Someone told me he felt offended that I brought Jessica with me to so many functions. They all said they felt deceived and lied to. Henry, my cover, said the worst of all.

I left feeling rejected and spit upon. I never talked to them again. Jessica and I started going to movies or bowling instead of going to San Francisco . She took my mind away from “failure”, focused on us. We started meeting more often, since I had more free time. Our bond grew even stronger. Neither one of us mentioned how much time we were spending together. In truth, we didn’t notice.

One afternoon, we were lying in bed together. “I’m going to leave him,” She told me. It didn’t come as a surprise. They were fighting more. She was scared her boyfriend was losing interest; all that working he did had gone to his brain. I listened as she presented her case. I knew she wasn’t looking for opinion or advice. “… And then he comes home, and he’s so tired. All he wants to do is sleep. He makes me feel so … lonely.”

I woke to someone pounding at my door. She was wet and her knees were chattering. James’ truck was idling in the driveway. A black suit case and a green backpack, that looked stuffed full of clothes, were sitting at her heels. “Can I come in?” I moved aside and grabbed the luggage.

James and Jessica were over. Their break up wasn’t bad, but … . “He was really upset.” Jessica told me when she asked him to drive her over, he went on a tirade. Her parents lived a thousand miles away, so I was the only one she thought of that could help. She needed a place to stay until she could find another. She told me it was just for a week, a month at the most. Though I don’t think either of us expected her to be moving out any time soon.

It was like a honeymoon. You know how it goes: the days turned to weeks, turned to years. I was the happiest I’d ever been. I never thought I would have ended up in a long-term committed relationship with a woman. Before we knew it, two years had gone by and her boyfriend, James, was long forgotten. I was her boyfriend now. And it felt good.

I still ran into the people I used to call my friends. We would face each other awkwardly, and share the same casual small talk, waiting for the elevator, or in the line at the supermarket. They were forgotten, too, eventually. I had to force them out of my memory. The things that had been said to me were still painful, and I couldn’t look at any of them without feeling like I did before. So I avoided them. Those days, Jessica would notice a change in me. She could always cheer me up.

I don’t know if I will ever sleep with another male again. There is always a possibility, and it’s not my place to quantify it. All I know is that I’m with a beautiful, intelligent woman, whom I am completely infatuated with. That is good enough for me. I try not to identify myself by my sexual preference anymore. I think it’s too hard living in a world where you can change your identity by will, where your identity changes of its own will, and where sexual identity means more than it’s worth.

[gaywantspussy]

An anonymous gay guy has just sent me this amazing story

I broke up with my boyfriend about a year ago. I got past it by stepping up my workouts. I put on a lot more bulk and found that I liked my body a lot more. I didn’t have abs, but I was definitely happy.

Anyway, my boyfriend had a little sister who I got along with. I’m 26 and she just turned 20. She never really hid the fact that she had a crush on me, but we didn’t take it seriously. I kept in touch with her via texts after the break up, sharing stories and mentioning my gym progress.

I sent her the occasional picture when she asked, usually mirror selfies in the locker room. I’m gay so I never asked anything in return. Thing is, she’d sometimes send a more risqué shot, immediately apologizing, claiming that it was meant for someone else. I didn’t think anything of it until a few months ago.

She sent me a text admitting that she often masturbated to my pictures. She wished that she could see more. For whatever reason, I sent her a naked picture from behind in which the top of my bare ass was visible. She got really explicitly flirty, describing what she wanted to do with my ass and cock.

I stopped talking to her for a week or so, thinking things over. I suddenly became very intrigued with the idea of vaginal sex. I’d never been with a girl before. I called her up and asked her if she wanted to hang out. She invited me over. She was in a college dorm and her roommate wasn’t around, so it seemed as good a place as any.

I had a feeling something would go down, so I brought some lube and condoms. I also wore my jockstrap, remembering how she said she liked those. It was cold out, but I just wore a tank top under my jacket. People, male or female, tended to like the guns.

I arrived around 7 PM and spent a few minutes catching up. She cut to the chase first, pulling off my tank, claiming that my arms were distracting her and she needed to see the rest. Things heated up fast. Before I knew it, I was naked and she was wearing nothing but a thong, jerking me off, making out and rubbing her hands all over me.

I got really hard really fast and we ended up fucking right there on her dorm couch. Amazing sensation. For some reason I didn’t realize that I wouldn’t need lube to fuck a pussy. I especially loved it when she rode me.

I ended up sleeping with her curled around me. I woke up around 6 with her already awake, providing some oral stimulation to my morning wood. More fucking resulted shortly afterward.

I don’t even think she was turning me on. I just kept thinking of the image of this muscular man in control through sheer, powerful domination. It had also been a year since I’d had sex, so I may have been more susceptible to the interest of others.

Either way, I’ve seen her every week since. We’ve had quite a few adventures in her apartment. The one I remember most vividly is when she joined me for a shower and her roommate walked in. We didn’t have the curtain closed. There has been talk of a threesome, but I have my doubts.

Anyway, not sure what’s up with this situation, but I’m rolling with it. Thought you might find it interesting. I just hope her brother doesn’t find out. That is not a talk I want to deal with.

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Muscle Bear Confession

Matt and Ralph had just finished up their daily workout at their gay gym. Ralph had arrived a little late because he stopped to get a quick haircut after work.  He liked to get his buzz cut trimmed every 3 weeks but he went a week early this time.  The muscle bear couple enjoyed their status as one of the hottest duos in town as all of their hard gym work paid off.

Plus they were both very handsome men as well.  Ralph at 48 was a bit bulkier than his husband.  His thick goatee was reddish blond, as was the thick coat of fur on his chest, ass, balls and legs.  Matt was 45 and a little taller and leaner, with black hair that was beginning to grey at his temples and in his thick mustache.  His body hair was not as dense as his husband’s, but his treasure trail on his stomach was particularly spectacular.  The two men had been a couple for 15 years with their 10th legal wedding anniversary approaching the next week.

After their shower at their house, Ralph put on some cologne, which seemed a bit strange to Matt because they were in for the night.  Still, he found his husband sexier than ever, and Matt leaned up against Ralph and moved in for a kiss.  Matt loved the way their two thick mustaches felt rubbing against each other.  Matt pushed his tongue into his husband’s mouth but Ralph did not extend his own tongue to meet Matt’s, and then pulled his face away from Matt’s.

“I need a drink, babe,” Ralph said, walking towards their den.  Matt followed and sat down on the sofa while Ralph made himself a double shot of whiskey and then handed a beer to Matt.  Both men were just wearing tight boxers briefs.  Matt’s hard-on that he got when he tried to kiss his husband was slowly subsiding.

After pouring and drinking another double shot of whiskey and then pouring another, Ralph sat on the opposite end of the sofa from his husband. “Babe, we gotta talk,” Ralph said in a rough, deep voice.

“Okay,” Matt replied a bit nervously, worried that something bad had happened at Ralph’s work or something.

“Okay, babe,” Ralph started, “You know that new assistant of mine at work, that girl, Brandy?”

“Yeah,” Matt answered, a little anxious since it apparently was about Ralph’s job.

Ralph continued, “Well, a week or so after she started working there six months ago, Brandy told me, um, well, she said that she’d been having fantasies of us together.”

“About us?!” Matt exclaimed in surprise, although he had heard of straight women who fetishize gay men, especially on Tumblr.

“No, babe,” Ralph said, “About me and her. About me fucking her.”  He downed his third double shot of whiskey and rose to get another.

“What the Hell?!” Matt said in disgust.  "But you didn’t have her assigned somewhere else?“  Matt knew that this girl Brandy was 22 and just out of college. Ralph had always made it sound like she did a good job.

Ralph returned to the sofa with his drink, saying, “No, babe, I just brushed it off, laughed it off.  I didn’t want to ruin someone’s career over something like that.”

Matt looked at his handsome husband and noticed that Ralph’s left left was trembling.  "So, then what’s wrong?“

Ralph downed his whiskey and said, “Well, even though when she told me that it was a shock, like, crazy talk, right after that I… well, I started noticing her body. And, um, babe, I, um, well, I started to get hard looking at her.”

Matt’s eyes were almost bugging out in shock.  He remained silent as Ralph continued.

“I, um, started noticing the bodies of other girls right around then, too. And I, uh, started getting really hard for them.”

“So,” Matt said incredulously, “you’re attracted to women?”

Ralph exhaled, “Yes. Um, very much, it turns out.”

Matt’s mind was spinning. He felt sick in his stomach as he thought of the implications of Ralph’s confession.

“So, you jack off about women?”

“Yes.”

“A lot?”

“Yes.”

“What? Daily?”

Ralph nodded, “Yes.”  He shuddered a bit and added, “All the time.”

Matt’s voice rose, “What the fuck?!” His husband had just admitted that he was attracted to women and secretly masturbated about them often!

“Every day?” Matt asked angrily.

“Oh yeah,” Ralph answered a little more confidently.  "Usually a couple times a day.“

"Just about her? Or…”

“No,” Ralph said with an embarrassed grin.  "About lots of girls, even me with group of girls.“

"Holy Fuck!” Matt yelled astonished.  Then a realization sank in.  "Wait, have you ever thought about these girls while we made love?“

Ralph nodded his head and said, "Yes, I’m sorry, Matt.”

“So, you HAD to think about fucking naked girls in order to cum with me? Is that it?!” Matt asked, standing up in anger.

“I’m sorry,” Ralph said sheepishly.  "This… this attraction has just taken me over and it’s all I can think about.  I mean, it just feels SO good cumming about women.“

Matt sat down suddenly, dejectedly, and asked, "Have you been fucking any of these girls, Ralph?”

His husband sighed and replied, “No, Matt, but that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.  I can’t deny my feelings anymore and I need to explore these… heterosexual desires.”

Matt looked at him blankly.

Ralph looked at his husband and said, “I need to try having sex with a girl but I don’t want to cheat behind your back.  So, I need you to let me do it. Tell me I can try it.”

Matt could not believe what his husband was asking of him.  He downed his beer and cried a little.  He and Ralph had fucked with other muscle bear couples and single men from time to time but neither had secretly cheated on the other.  This must really mean something to Ralph for him to have come to Matt with his request.

After finishing his beer, Matt said, “Fine. Do it. Whatever.” He felt like throwing up but thought that maybe Ralph would try out heterosexual sex and realize it was just a fantasy, not something that he really enjoyed.

“Okay! Thank you!” Ralph said not even bothering to hide his excitement. “Okay, well, I already texted Brandy and she’s going to be here in a few minutes. Thanks!”

Matt exploded again, “You’re going to fuck her HERE?!”

“Yes, babe,” Ralph said in a mixture of excitement and confidence.  "I figured you’d rather know everything about it. So, you can watch and everything.“

Matt felt like he was in a dream… a nightmare!  He didn’t have the strength to even reply but he got up and poured a double whiskey shot for himself, downing it quickly before having another.

Now he knew why Ralph got his hair cut a week early. And why he put on cologne!

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Ralph bounded to the door.  He opened it with a huge smile on his face.

"Hey, Brandy,” he said, white teeth beaming past his thick mustache as he smiled at the girl entering the couple’s home.

“Hey, Sexy,” she answered with a lusty smile of her own.  She was blonde like Matt remembered from seeing her at Ralph’s office a few times.  She looked like a typical “hot” college girl with a decent figure, Matt figured.  She was wearing a tank top and denim mini-skirt.

Matt looked at his husband whose eyes were filled with lust, much to Matt’s dismay.  Matt could even tell that Ralph’s 8-inch uncut cock was already hard inside his tight boxer briefs.  There was even a precum stain on them!

“Let’s go!” Ralph grinned and led Brandy into the gay couple’s bedroom. Matt followed in a daze.  Once in the master bedroom, Matt sat down on the chaise lounge.

Without even looking at his husband, Ralph put his arms around the girl and pulled her close to him, up against his hairy muscled body.  "Finally,“ he exhaled as he pressed his lips to hers in his first-ever kiss with a woman.

Although Matt had enjoyed watching his husband make out with other men many times before, he was worried that he might vomit while watching Ralph passionately make out with a girl young enough to be his daughter.  But as he watched Ralph’s and Brandy’s tongues wildly licking each other, Matt was stupefied that his own cock was suddenly rock-hard watching that scene!  He told himself that it was just seeing his handsome husband in any kind of sexual setting that got his own cock so rigid so swiftly.

Ralph’s hands reached up to cup Brandy’s tits while he was still tongue-kissing her feverishly.  Matt could hear Brandy moaning as his lover’s hands squeezed and caressed her round tits.  Ralph then took off the girl’s tank top and put his rough hands back on her bare breasts.  He then moved his mouth first to one nipple and then the other, back and forth, licking and sucking at them in a frenzied manner.  Matt found it so odd to see his husband’s thick mustache and goatee partially covering each breast as he licked on them, but also, so oddly, so very hot.

"Oh god, I’ve already cum three times,” Brandy cried out as Ralph sucked on her pointy red nipples.  Matt was astonished at how his husband was able to so fully satisfy this young woman just by kissing her and licking on her tits.

Ralph then looked the girl in the eyes and said, with his voice very hoarse with lust, “Baby, I need to taste your pussy!”

Matt’s eyes welled with tears hearing his husband say those words to her even as his 7-inch cut dick was leaking precum.  He couldn’t believe what was going on.  He had never even got off on straight porn before, not even just the hot men in them.  But now he was raging hard at the sight of his gay husband taking off his boxer briefs in front of the girl he intended to eat out.

Ralph’s 8-inch cock looked even bigger than Matt could remember, the huge mushroom head engorged with blood, the cum slit visibly leaking precum. Brandy had stepped out of her mini-skirt and was about to take off her thong when Ralph grabbed her hand and stopped her from removing it.

“No, leave it on,” he said huskily. “I’ve fantasized about this for months!”

Matt felt sicker at that newest admission.

Brandy laid down at the edge of the bed while Ralph kneeled on the floor in-between her legs. He put his face close to her thong-covered pussy and inhaled.  "Oh fuck,“ he growled.

Then Ralph pulled her thong over to the side, exposing her shaved and glistening pussy.  Matt could see how wet it was from where he was sitting about 5 feet away from them.  He couldn’t believe how much his man was turning her on!

"Finally,” Ralph said, his eyes closed in bliss as he reached his wet tongue forward and began licking the folds of Brandy’s pussy.  Matt watched a Brandy seemed to convulse in delight at his husband’s first taste of pussy.  Ralph then moved his tongue up deeper into the girl’s cunt, the bristly hairs of his thick mustache scraping against her clit as he ate her out.

Matt could hear his husband moaning deeply as he ate that pussy; Ralph hardly ever made noise when they had sex!  Matt could tell Ralph was truly enjoying his first heterosexual encounter.

Ralph’s hands were squeezing on Brandy’s tits as he made oral love to her with his lips, tongue and facial hair. After almost ten minutes of Ralph’s clearly expert pussy-eating skills, Brandy started shrieking in ecstasy, exclaiming, “Oh god, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”  Ralph seemed to be tonguing her cunt even faster and deeper, apparently reveling in pleasing this girl so intensely.

When Ralph finally lifted his face from the girl’s pussy, Matt could see the individual hairs of his husband’s red-blond goatee soaked in pussy juice, gleaming in the light.  Matt also noted the look of supreme satisfaction on Ralph’s face after making Brandy cum so explosively.

Matt’s own cock was leaking in his boxer briefs.  He was also breathless at the scene in front of him.

Brandy grabbed Ralph’s massive shoulders and pulled his body on top of hers. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she purred to him.  Ralph’s rigid and leaking cock was pressed up against her pussy mound, rubbing against the soft folds. Man and girl both moaned as the mushroom head of Ralph’s cock slowly pushed its way into Brandy’s pussy.

Matt was watching the heterosexual scene in front of him, in shock at how much it was affecting him, both his emotions as well as his desires.  His dick was so hard it was painful in his boxer briefs.  Randy was clearly oblivious to his own husband being a few feet away, so Matt tore off his boxers and started stroking his engorged cock.

His husband was fucking a woman! A girl less than half his age!  And Matt was incredibly turned on by watching his husband’s heterosexual awakening!

Once Ralph’s uncut cock was all the way inside the girl’s tight wet pussy, he began to quickly pump his cock inside her, rougher, deeper, wilder. Even as Matt realized that this was real for his husband, not a whim, suddenly his own cock started shooting off, blasting cum across the room, into the air.  He had just cum while watching his partner of 15 years having heterosexual intercourse for the first time in his 48 years.  Matt’s whole body was tingling, coming down from his confusing but extremely satisfying orgasm.

Matt noted that Ralph, of course, did not notice Matt cumming at all.  Once Brandy had entered the gay couple’s home, Ralph’s complete attention and desire was focused on her.

Ralph and Brandy were tongue-kissing passionately again as his intense fucking of her pussy became faster and more raucous.  The girl began clawing at Randy’s back and then his meaty hairy ass cheeks.  Matt suddenly worried that the other gay men at the gym would see the marks and know Ralph had been fucking a woman!

Matt was watching Brandy’s breasts shake and move as his husband repeatedly thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her wet cunt.  Matt caught himself wondering exactly what Ralph was feeling as he fucked the young girl underneath his hairy body.  Matt’s cock had stayed hard even after cumming while watching his husband’s intense enjoyment of this girl’s body.  Matt could feel his nuts stirring again as he gazed at Ralph humping that girl.

Ralph began moaning ever louder into Brandy’s mouth as they passionately kissed, their tongues unable to part from the other.  Matt realized that Ralph was cumming inside Brandy’s pussy while kissing her the whole time, completely focused on her mouth, her tongue, her tits, her body, as his cock began pumping his white-hot seed inside her cunt.

Matt was breathless watching his gay husband orgasming inside this young woman’s pussy.  Matt admitted to himself that he’d never seen Ralph so engaged in the entire experience, so committed to pleasing his new female lover… more committed than Matt ever remembered Ralph being about Matt’s pleasure.

Still, Matt knew he was just feeling sour grapes.  He and Ralph had had a wonderful fifteen years together so far, with a very healthy and mutually satisfying sex life… gay sex life.

Matt knew from their fifteen years together that Ralph’s cock is very sensitive after cumming, so he likes to pull out and let it settle down, without any cuddling in the afterglow.  However, even after a few minutes of cumming within Brandy’s pussy, Ralph’s huge cock remained inside that cunt while man and woman continued their deep tongue-kissing with their arms wrapped around each other.

Ralph broke from their kiss finally, and moved his mouth to say roughly in Brandy’s ear, “Baby, that was the hottest damn fuck of my life!” which Matt overheard, but Ralph was not trying to hide anything.  Matt didn’t know what to think except that it was clear that sex with this girl had clearly enraptured his husband more than any sex the two men had performed with each other over the many years.

Ralph rolled off of Brandy’s body, and the muscle bear and the young woman laid side by side on the bed, catching their breath.  Brandy was rubbing her hand all over Ralph’s hairy chest, squeezing his nipples.

Ralph appeared to be licking the pussy juice out of his `stache when he noticed Matt sitting naked on the chaise lounge.

“So, um… yeah,” was all Ralph could say to his husband.  It was clear that the actual heterosexual experience was even more thrilling and satisfying than Ralph’s many secret jackoff sessions about Brandy and all the other women over the last six months.

Matt didn’t reply.  He felt like sneering in disgust at his husband’s heterosexual afterglow, but he couldn’t be angry about Ralph being honest with him.

Then Matt looked at the girl lying next to his husband.  He saw that her shaved pussy lips were wet and shiny with her own cunt juices.  Plus, it looked like Ralph’s hotly-fired semen was beginning to leak out.  Matt’s hard cock spurted out a little precum.

The thought appeared in Matt’s head and, without even acknowledging his husband, he moved over Brandy’s body until his face was between her legs, just inches from her fucked-hard wet pussy.

“Matt?” Ralph started to say but Matt ignored his husband and pressed his own lips against Brandy’s soft pussy mound.  The girl moaned softly as Matt pushed his tongue inside her cunt, grinding his thick black mustache against her clit.

Matt tasted the familiar flavor of his husband’s cum inside this girl’s pussy as well as a different tangy flavor that he knew must be her own cunt juice. At first, Matt was just thinking about what his husband’s seed must taste like intermingled with a woman’s own orgasmic fluids.  But now he realized her really wanted to tongue-fuck her!  Despite his own heartbroken feeling over his husband clearly enjoying this young woman’s body more than he ever had Matt’s, Matt was filled with a burning desire to make Brandy cum!

Matt moved his tongue to Brandy’s clit and began flicking it like he’d seen in straight porn movies (that he’d told himself he never paid attention to the women in).  He kissed her clit and sucked on it and then plunged his tongue deep, deep into her pussy, with his rough mustache hairs again rubbing against her trembling clit.

As he made love to Brandy with is mouth, Matt began to taste more and more of her hot pussy juice, realizing that he’d been successful in bringing this girl to orgasm.  He recognized a weird feeling of… pride inside at his newfound ability to please a woman!

Matt stood up, pussy juice dripping from his thick mustache.  His cock was leaking again, more than ever.  At that moment Matt knew that it was not his husband at the girl’s side that was causing his rock hard erection: it was the girl.  It wasn’t the “situation” he was in: it was the girl.  Matt realized clearly that he was sexually attracted to a woman for the very first time in his life.  And it felt good!

“Don’t stop now, Daddy,” Brandy said, causing Matt to shudder in lust!

He laid down on the bed on the other side of Brandy and then pulled her on top of him, away from Ralph. Her skin felt so good against his body!  The sight of her looking down at him, her long blonde hair falling down towards him, made Matt hotter than he could remember ever being.

Brandy opened her mouth and met his mouth, and Matt almost screamed at the intensity of pleasure that her tongue touching his gave him!  The girl then lined up her pussy with Matt’s 7-inch cock while they were kissing, and let out a passionate moan as she slowly slid down his rigid shaft.

Matt’s hands were roaming Brandy’s body as his dick was going deeper into her pussy, and then he felt Ralph’s hand on Brandy’s soft ass cheek, gently pushing her down Matt’s cock.

Matt angrily slapped Ralph’s hand away!  He hadn’t interfered or “helped” with Ralph’s first time fucking a woman, so he was momentarily furious with his husband for intruding on his own heterosexual cherry being broken.

Once his cock was fully inside Brandy’s amazingly tight and wonderful pussy, Matt began bucking and thrusting his hips upwards.  Brandy sat up to ride him, and Matt felt on her soft but firm round breasts… so different from hairy gay men’s chests!

He then moved one hand down to Brandy’s clit and began rubbing it with his thumb, giving her the pleasure he’d seen men give women in the straight porn movies he could no longer pretend that he never paid attention to.

As he fucked her, Matt could feel Brandy’s fresh hot juices running down his shaft, onto his hairy balls and thighs, and he knew she was orgasming again!  Unable to contain himself, Matt proudly shot off his first heterosexual cum inside this girl’s raw-but-still-tight pussy!  He kept cumming and cumming, even though he’d already orgasmed a little earlier watching his husband fuck this beautiful girl.  But now it seemed to just keep going on and on, much longer than any of his orgasms with Ralph or other men.  Maybe that was just in his head, but that’s how Matt felt.

He raised up and pulled Brandy next to him, his cock still in her cunt. He felt her tits and hot nipples pressed up against his muscular hairy chest. Matt kissed her deeply again, enjoying this amazing and explosive heterosexual orgasm and its aftermath, knowing that it had changed the rest of his life.

After their lips parted, Matt looked into Brandy’s eyes and said, “Thank you,” and then tongue-kissed her again for several minutes, reveling in the sensations that a man/woman kiss gave him.

Then he and Brandy got up and he helped he put her clothes on.  Leaving Ralph on the bed by himself, Matt walked Brandy to the front door of the couple’s home, kissed her again, and told her “goodbye.”

Matt stood by the closed door for a few minutes, stroking his cock a little, feeling the slick pussy juice on it, and his heart stirred remembering how it felt to fuck Brandy.  He could even smell her on his thick mustache as well.

He finally walked back into the bedroom he shared with his husband, to see Randy stroking his own cock again, watching a girl-on-girl porn scene on the widescreen TV across from their bed.  Matt chuckled to himself a little, realizing that Ralph must’ve been relieved to finally be out of the closet with his heterosexual desire now.

Ralph was so intently jacking off about the lesbian action on the TV that he didn’t even notice Matt had entered the room.

“Hey,” Matt said loudly, getting his husband’s attention away from the naked girls on the screen.

Matt sighed, and then smiled, and said, “We’re not gay!”

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So, I’m a 25 year old gold star gay guy who’s been in a relationship for about two years. I’m over six feet tall and I’d always been very thin and hairy. Since meeting my boyfriend, I’ve taken to working out and I put on a lot of muscle. For perspective I went from 180 pounds to almost 230.

There was always this girl at the gym who I sorta thought was watching me. She’s 28 and about 5'4 with a very slim build. I can’t say I paid her much mind until a month ago when she came over to shat as I was on the way to the lockers.

Since bulking up, I’ve had a habit of taking off my tank before actually getting in the locker room. They don’t frown on shirtlessness at my gym. Anyway, she wasn’t hiding the fact that she was blatantly checking me out. Can’t say I wasn’t flattered. Next thing I know, she hits on me and asks me if I want to hang out later.

I tell her I’m gay and taken but express interest in hanging out. We make plans and I go wash up and change. During this, I can’t say I’m not thinking about things. Since getting bigger and stronger, I’d been having bizarre fantasies about guys and girls as opposed to just guys. I’d also been watching a lot of straight porn. I may have been entertaining the idea…

We hung out around town, having a few drinks, talking about something. I can’t remember what. What I do remember is what happened when I went to her apartment.

She got flirty and asked if she could see me without a shirt again. I remember she said something about boulder shoulders and furry pecs. Something about this got a rise out of me. I took it off. The situation escalated from there and before I knew it I was sitting naked on her couch while she sucked me off.

I got more curious from here and ended up carrying her to her room. I was getting nervous at this point so she offered to take charge. She got me to lie down while she took off her clothes and we just made out in the buff on her bed. A few minutes later she was riding me. It was fucking heaven. I’m pretty versatile, but I’ve usually been the bottom. Fucking a different hole was new and exciting.

I ended up going home shortly afterwards, but I saw her several other times during the month. She taught me how to eat pussy. Apparently my stache and beard feel amazing her clit. She also showed me other pussy-fucking positions. I took a liking to missionary. Something about the vision of my large, muscular frame holding down her lithe body really got me going.

She likes sitting on my cock with her hands massaging my pecs, shoulders and biceps. She asks me to flex a lot and calls me her hunky fag. Kinda turns me on. It was the first time she called me that that I flipped her over and sucked my first tit. I had no idea what I was missing all these years…

Sometimes I’d spend the night, eating and fucking that pussy for hours. Obviously I lied to my boyfriend about where I was. He’s a bit of biphobe, something that’s pissed me off of late. About a week ago, we were drunk and joked about watching him fuck a chick. He got really upset. I decided to play a prank.

I saw the gym girl a day later and we had a glorious fuck session. I ate her out and got her juices all over my facial hair. I fucked her tits and then we did some bareback missionary. I shot my load all over her face and then I went home without showering.

My boyfriend and I had sex not long after. He sucked me off not knowing that my dick was still coated in her fluids. We made out while my face was still fresh from pussy eating. The idea of my sexy boyfriend unknowingly experiencing this chick’s pussy just made me harder. And he never suspected. He just thought I was all sweaty from my work out, a turn-on of his.

Was that wrong of me? Mostly likely, but I’m already cheating on him… I can’t say I regret a thing. If things don’t work out, at least I know I’m not limited to just one sex anymore. Either way, I’m seeing my gym girl for our usual post-workout tomorrow. Can’t wait.

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My Gay Ass Fucked Pussy At 14

I remember when some chick in middle school convinced me to fuck her in my room. She knew I was gay, but she told me, “Just because you’re going to fuck pussy it doesn’t make you any less of a gay fairy”. I was in denial because I was super fucking gay when I was 14, but she kept reminding me how good it’ll feel to be inside a girl. She told me that she had other gay guys fuck her before and they stated that they loved it afterwards that they got clinged into her pussy. I took the chance by having her lay on my bed, take off her pants, and spread her legs open for me with her panties pulled to the side. I was scared, but I proceeded in whipping out my half-hard dick for her pussy. I was kinda floppy at first, but at soon as my dick started rubbing her pussy lips, I immediately started becoming hard. I slid inside her pussy and holy shit it felt so warm, hella tight, and very slippery. This was during the time when I was very hormonal as well. I didn’t last long inside her for how good it was, probably for about 3 minutes. I cummed on her tummy, and I felt confused after. The next day when she came over again, I got hard just by looking at her. She asked me why I was hard and I told her because of how amazing it was when I was inside her tight and shaved pussy. I asked if I can fuck her again because I loved having sex with her. She let me fuck her again missionary and since then, she’d let me fuck her whenever I wanted and wherever I want. I would eat her out all the time, finger her, cummed inside her without a condom (she never got pregnant), and we would occasionally go up to three rounds in one day. We fucked until I got to the age 15, where she had to move to another far city. Now that I’m 18, ive been missing her fucking pussy so goddamn much. Its still in the back of my head on how good it felt to be inside one. It felt warm, hella tight, and juicy. Sometimes I wish I had a low-key girl fuck buddy where I would do anything to her such as eating her pussy out whenever I wanted to or have her ride me without a condom. Me fucking pussy raw will forever be my thing haha. Just because I’m gay and I want to or has fucked pussy, it doesn’t make me any less of a gay fairy.

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Thought of this idea of a big muscular red headed Irish bear and his boyfriend/husband coming to the States on vacation, the two doing typical things when visiting the states, going to tourist attractions and such. Well the redheaded bear notices this blonde girl in her twenties keeps staring at him, knowing she’s checking him out so he makes notes to show he’s gay and with someone, but that seems to increase her staring and checking him out. He chooses to ignore her but it seems she’s at the same places they go to, till she finally disappears to his relief.

Later on that night the couple go to a club, the redheaded bear, Jack, not really into the whole club scene like his boyfriend is so he hangs at the bar, nursing a drink as he watches his boyfriend and a friend they have in the states dance. When the bartender hands him a rather expensive drink from the menu, saying it’s from the lady down the bar. He turns and sees it’s the woman who was watching him earlier that day, annoyed he grabs the drinks and storms up to her.

Telling her how it was flattering but he is gay with a boyfriend and has no interest in her whatsoever. He turns around to leave, taking a sip of the drink as he touches his arm, apologizing and saying how she’s just so into big hairy guys with accents and how he was just her type, but understood and had bought the drink as a apology for starting at him so much during the day. This makes him sit down and talk with her, after all it doesn’t hurt to talk to someone while his boyfriend’s busy having fun, drinking with her as he talks about his home, not aware how the drinks relaxing him, making him feel all warm and he’s noticing her, his eyes flicker down to her breasts, noting how round they are, how big and soft they must feel under his big hands. 

Then it escalates to her excusing herself to the bathroom, walking past him and he gets a good smell o her prefume, almost falling her wanting to smell more as his cock lengthens in his pants. He doesn’t know why he does it, but he does follow her to the bathroom, images of her kissing him, him holding her up as he deepens it, groping her big tits and her perky little ass as she wraps her legs around his waist. He grows harder at the images, not realizing he followed her right into the women’s bathroom. She doesn’t look surprised though unlike him. But she’s locking the door behind him.

“I have a boyfriend” he says weakly as she closes the distance between them, running her finger over his big chest

“He doesn’t have to know, besides you’re on vacation right? Doesn’t hurt to try new experiences.” She says and kisses him.

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A mid 30 gay couple hires a woman to be their surrogate, only to end up with some issue and aren’t able to have the doctors decline them of the surrogate procedure. Having already made the nursery and all the woman who was going to carry their baby offers a soultion to have the bad a more traditional way, at first the couple is against the idea, but wanting to start a family and have a kid to raise together out weights their concern so they agree.

Ben, the more muscular and burly of the two with a thick mustache and beard is the one who decides to impregnant the woman, stating to her it’ll be quick. Long enough to hopefully get her pregnant and that’s it. Only as they undress, he looks at her hourglass shaped body, her bouncing tits, and her pussy, he feels himself swallowing thickly, growing semi hard for some reason. More so as she begins prepping herself with lube. 

He tells himself he’s thinking of his husband as to why he’s growing hard, not cause of this busty hot chick, her soft moans lurimg him closer, the urge to be the one to make her moan over takes him, gently taking her hand and pulling it away from her cunt. He misses the knowing smirk on her face as he leans down, licking up into her cunt, his eyes closing as his dick throbs in need as he tastes his first pusey. Tongue fucking her and makes her moan even louder. A part of him preens at the scene of a gay man like him making this woman come undone, begging him for more, that she needs him inside her.

Ben gives her what he wants, sliding his gay dick into her cunt. Both moaning in unison from the contact. Been loving how her tight wet cunt feels and massages around his dick, thrusting in and out of her, stretching her open. His thrusts grow faster and tlouder as he fucks his first woman. His mind wondering why the hell hadn’t he done this sooner, feeling his orgasm building up and finally shooting his seed deep inside her, laying on top her as he finished unloading in her. Mouthing and sucking on her breasts as she plays with his hair, cock still deep inside her and already thinking of how good she’s going to look riding his now straight dick in a little while.

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DISCLAIMER: This is the second chapter of a series, about a long, hot, but dark story. If you’re just looking for a quick story to masturbate, this is not the right place for you. 

LOLITA, QU'ES-CE QUE TU FAIS? (Part II)

My finger caught a drop of precum spilling out of my penis, immediately put it in my mouth: it was so tasty, as only as forbidden things can be.

But I was more than determined to not follow my animalistic side, so I just put a pair of clean underwear on and once my erection went completely off, I was ready for bed.

Head on the pillows, I closed my eyes, with a smile on my face: the following day, my boyfriend would have come home.

Despite we work in the same place, my boyfriend and I rarely have enough time for some quality time, together: different schedules, different rooms.

We don’t even live in the same city, since I’m in Columbus and Manny lives in a town very close to my city, with his family.

The day was quite easy: few clients to train in the morning and the advanced level of my wrestling class in the afternoon.

In-ring work with well trained boys and girls who already debuted in a show, is always a good challenge: as their trainer I have to be demanding and push their bodies over their limits; but they believe me, they know they can trust me. The best part is when I suggest them how to improve a maneuver and then we get in constructive discussions.

Once my job in gym was done, I had a quick stop at the grocery and went home.

I had an entire afternoon for myself, relaxing and cooking for my man.

—————-

Chicken was in the oven, and I was watching the cooking process, eating an apple: I’m satisfied when I cook and I do no disasters in the making!

The doorbell interrupted my self-contemplating; as I opened the door, I got a real surprise: Lucrèce.

I can’t remember how she was dressed that day, but I do remember the first time I stared at her face: flowers crown on her hair, that pair of zapphire eyes playing hide and seek behind glasses, as a shy smile was coming out of her lips and her hand was saying hello with no words.

Maybe she was a little frightened by that giant with a messed beard, or maybe she was actually shy. 

Anyway, I answered to that smile: “Salut, tu dois être Lucrèce.  Bienvenue au Columbus! Je m'appelle Corey, plaire de te connaître. Comment ça va?” (Hello, you must be Lucrèce. Welcome to Columbus! I’m Corey, nice to meet you. How are you?)

Her mouth opened the shy facial expression, to a full open smile, then she totally surprised me: “I’m flattered by how you’re making me feel more comfortable”

I’ve instantly reacted with a facepalm.

“Gosh, I forgot: you must have always spoken english with your parents, there’s America in your blood!”

“Well… kind of. American blood, but still european culture. Ton Français n'est pas aucun mal, de toute façon” (Your French is not bad, by the way)

“Mercì. C’est Quèbècoise… Allez, je t’offre un cafè” (Thanks. It’s Quebec’s dialect… Come in, let’s have a coffee)

As we got in the kitchen, a delicious smell was coming out of the oven: I was doing a great job, this time!

“I’m sorry, this is not the perfect aroma for some coffee time”, I said to my guest.

“Nah, that’s ok. I mean, if your dinner got carbonized… Then you should have been sorry!”

I laughed: the girl had certainly a good sense of humour!

“Is americano fine for you? No espresso here, sorry”

“Geez! I’m French! Not a spoiled and snob Italian chick. Americano will be perfect”

That girl, sitting at my table, was looking so different than the young woman who rang my bell, like a doppelganger.

“So… How was your first day in America?” I asked, as I gave her a cup of coffee. “School is gonna start tomorrow, right? Are you ready?”

“Oh, well I think I’ll be ‘the chick from France who’s too lazy to graduate’. Guys will try to approach someone who’s older than them just to satisfy their egos and girls will hate me since they think I’m there to steal their crushes. But what I’m really going to do, is to ignore everyone.”

“Pretty, pessimist, huh?”

“Not pessimist. I’d rather call it being realistic. But I’m cool with it. So, when my dad is going to call you, just tell him that his daughter is excited!”

Then Lucrèce stayed in silence, took a sip of coffee; I had a sit in front of her: I could see a sad smile on her face.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents. It’s just… When you think your parents support your choices, then you realize they just let you do whatever you want, as long as it’s also what they want… And when what you want is no longer what they want, support turns to disapproval… I wanted to attend a professional cosmetology school, but they forced me to go to a prestigious private school. My father told you how I get bored quickly, I suppose: well, it’s easily to get bored, when you do what people want and not what you want”

Our eyes met for a quick, but intense second: her eyes were a dive in the truth, maybe I’ve judged her too soon, maybe she deserved a chance.

“So… Who’s the lucky you cooked for? Your date?”

I smiled: “Not a date, actually. My boyfriend will come here for dinner”

“Boyfriend? Sweet, I’m super gay-friendly! How long have you been together?”

“Seven years. Hope the famous crisis won’t affect us!”

“I’m sure it won’t. You know Corey, sometimes I wish I was a man in a relation with another man”

“You really do?”

“Yeah, for so many reasons! First of all, you can get cum inside your hole with no fear of getting pregnant!”

I almost spilled my coffee: “Excuse me?”

She laughed at my almost suffocating: “You’re not the first who reacts this way. I’m wondering why everyone’s so concerned about the actual sex act: I mean, it’s just penetration, after all”

Everything got clear, in my mind: “You’re virgin, right?”

Lucrèce looked at me, surprised on how I’ve unveiled her secret: that made me smile.

“Otherwise, you would already know that… semen… Semen is not a worm, sliding outta hole inside another one. But”, this time I got a little serious: “You should already know how pregnancy is the very last of problems related to unprotected sex. Don’t you guys get a good enough sexual education, in France?”

“Most of private schools get funded by religious institutions, so I think you got the answer”

Hearing her voice, it was crystal clear she didn’t appreciate my objection, but I couldn’t care any less.

“I understand, but this won’t justify you. Nowadays Internet is full of infos on sexually transmitted diseases: take advantage of this opportunity”

Girl was pissed. Oh, I could so tell she was!

She had the typical sight of who hates when they tell them they’re wrong. And I loved that.

My interlocutor got mute: that spoiled girl was making it so easy…

“Anything wrong, Lucrèce?”, I asked with the most innocent smile ever.

No answer, she wasn’t even looking at me anymore: her eyes were scrolling random in the kitchen. 

Suddenly, something must have caught her attention: she opened one’s eyes wide.

“Oh my, is that Vladimir Nabokov’s Lolita? It’s one of my favourite books!”

Typical of spoiled ones: changing subject of the argue, so they can’t admit they were wrong.

“Yeah, yeah it is. Funny, it’s one of my favourite books, too” I smiled again, this time tenderly: I wouldn’t have gone too hard on her, not this time.

“It’s important to me, for so many reasons”

“If it’s about that Pretty Little Liars shit, this conversation is over”

She grinned: “I approached that book when Alison DiLaurentis was just an idea of the producer. Don’t underestimate me, just because I’m a schoolgirl”

“Touchè. So, tell me!”

“I love how everything depends on reader’s point of view. I love the ambiguity through the whole story”

“Ambiguity?” I crossed my arms: “Pardonne-moi (Sorry), but I’m not sure you really got the meaning of Lolita”

“That’s interesting. I think you’re going to tell me”

Did she really challenge me?

“The book has Humbert’s point of view, all the time, in order to let the reader aknowledge his deviated mind. Every action and every word of Lolita gets misunderstood, he actually means to constantly misunderstand her, cause he needs a motive to keep his sick obession alive. The deviousness is not real: it’s only in his mind.”

Lucrèce listened me in silence; then her grin showed up again: “Can’t you see? This is the real strength of Lolita: making you believe that she was just the object of a mid-aged man’ perverted fantasies. The fact you don’t even discuss her role: she’s the innocent, she’s the victim. Oh, no. She played everyone, including you”

This time, I grinned.

“How sweet, analizying a 20th century young woman as she lives in 2000′s. When they first met, Lolita was 13 years world: a child. Children often emulate adults, cause emulation is part of their games: they act like men and women, but they don’t think as men and women. There’s no real intent of being seductive, children’s hypersexualization is not about children’s conduct, but adults’ feedback, instead”

We both took our last sips of coffee: I could see an interesting Mona Lisa’s smile on her face.

I won this, I thought.

After long seconds of looking at each other, in silence, I saw the cup falling from her hands, like in slowmotion.

I bent under the table, trying to save the situation…

The cup was safe, in her hand, my eyes got caught by something else.

Skirt was lifted, her wide open legs showed nothing, but her purple panties.

I got back to the seated position, very slowly; Lucrèce had a victorious smile on her face: “Lolita’s strength…”

She played me, I had to admit that: “Chapeau”

“You’re not gay… Are you?”

I answered with a bitter grin: “None of your business”

“I’ll take it as a no, then”

“You’re right: I’m not gay. I’m not homoflexible. I’m not bi, nor pan. My sexual orientation is TAKEN”

“What do you mean?” she was very curious.

“I mean, when you’re committed to a serious and long-time relationship, like me, you have sexual attraction only to the one you love. There’s nobody else. When it’s love, you feel it, you hear it. You smell it…”

“Corey… What love smells like?”

“That’s a good question! It depends: to me, love smells like the cologne of my man, mixed with his natural aroma. It drives me crazy”

Her face got back to a sweet facial expression: “I’m not sure if it’s the case, but… Maybe there was a person like that, in my life. But we always acted like we were best friends. And now, this person is still in France”

“Are you really sure he only loves you as a friend?”

“Well, actually… SHE told me she was growing different feelings for me. And I rejected her, before leaving…”

That was a coming out. And probably, I was the very first she ever came out, to.

“Don’t worry and don’t give up on the two of you. Real love doesn’t fail that easy. Thank you for sharing this very private side of you, with me”

“No, I thank you for the talk… And for the coffee. I gotta go, now. I have dinner with my relatives”

I’ve accompanied her to the door: “See you soon”

“See you soon”, she answered as we shook our hands: the contact was magnetic, her eyes into mine.

Lucrèce left and I stared at the door, watching her going to her house.

There was something strange, in that girl: she was plenty of shades and secrets…

———–

The doorbell rang, I’ve opened the door with a huge smile: “Hey baby!”

“Hey hey!”

My lovely viking, emerald eyes on a ginger hair and beard: his mouth was irresistible, I had to kiss him.

I love when our beards meet and scratch each other as we make out: Manny is the best part of me.

“I missed you so much. Dinner is ready, it’s waiting for you”

“Oooooh, nice one. What’s in the menu, Chef Corey?”

“Wait and see”, I answered as I spanked his bubbly butt.

As I opened the oven, a heavenly smell of chicken and potatoes filled the room: “It’s smelling so good”

“Hope you’re hungry enough, cause this is a cheat meal for two”

“I am, baby. But I wanna start with the dessert”

“There’s no dessert, baby”

He smiled naughty at me: “YOU are my dessert”

Manny pulled me against him, he was hungry as I was.

Lips collided again, tongues danced all around in our mouths, bridges of saliva made a stairway to our madness.

“Let’s go to our little magic space”

I growled and took my sexy boyfriend in my arms before rushing to my bedroom.

Clothes off, hearts on.

———-

Few things are better than sex: one of these, is waking up in the morning, after  a neverending night of intense and passionated lovemaking. I love when he falls asleep on my big chest, I love when it’s still warm and you don’t need to cover up your naked body under the sheets.

I was woken, but I was also damn asleep. I could feel Manny moving next to me. He kissed my pecs and then, he got off the bed.

My eyes were still closed, so I’ve imagined my man going to the toilet and getting ready for work. I love when he walks with no shirt on: I can admire his muscular back and his butt covered by underwear.

His ass… I could kill for that ass.

I kept chasing the R.E.M phase and suddenly, as my nose met that lovely smell: Manny’s cologne. 

His hands grabbed my sheets and uncovered my naked body.

A little WOOF came out of my mouth, I knew he had something naughty in mind and I didn’t mind that, at all.

Something warm and sticky fell on top of my cock, then I felt a vigorous stroke.

I was completely awake, but, boy: it’s rare when my boyfriend wakes up kinky. So I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the moment.

“Can I have a kiss? Please, just one wet kiss”, I’ve whispered.

Unfortunately I got no kisses, he jerked me off quickier, instead.

This aggressiveness wasn’t typical of him, but I liked it.

My breathe got hard, I’ve arched my torso: finally he unleashed a cumshot from my cock, all over my body.

“Please baby, wake up like this a little bit more often”

I had no answers.

“Manny?”

Silence.

This time, I’ve opened my eyes: where was my boyfriend?

I looked for Manny in the bathroom, I went downstairs and still looked for him in every room. 

He was…

Gone…

I was very confused. Then my eyes fell on a note on the table: 

“I didn’t want you to wake up, you’re so hot when you sleep. See you this afternoon in gym.

I love you.

Manny”

Once I’ve read the note, I looked at my body: my fur was wet and sticky, so was my penis.

So, I masturbated, but in my dreams, my boyfriend did all the dirty work.

Yeah, this is what happened.

Otherwise…

TO BE CONTINUED

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DISCLAIMER: This is the first chapter of a series, about a hot, but dark story. I’m planning to do something very particular, something that will turn darker and more “disturbing”. So, if you’re just looking for a quick story to masturbate, this is not the right place for you.

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I am not proud. 

I am not proud of what I did and how I let things taking over.

Please, wait to read all my story, before judging: my name is Corey and yeah, I look much older, but I’m just 30.

My life has always been around the most famous gym of my city: it’s where I work as a fitness instructor and where I train as a wrestler.

Gym is also where I met Manny, my boyfriend, 7 years ago. I remember I had an instant crush on him, the new crossfit instructor, but I also thought he was straight. Cute thing is, he had the same thoughts on me!

Our relationship got real the night I won my first heavyweight title: since I was a villainous character (because of my monster size), I was supposed to keep dismantling my opponent.

As the referee counted 1-2-3 for the victory, I noticed Manny in the crowd. I didn’t know he was there, I was surprised and happy! 

The title, that title, was in my hands: I was so happy, tears were coming out of my eyes. Following my heart, I got off the ring and celebrated giving a kiss, I mean a real kiss, to my boyfriend.

Right in front of my colleagues and the attendance.

It took 10 seconds to realize that I didn’t respect the original booking and most importantly, I came out to everyone there!

With much surprise, people started clapping and cheering for us. And I became a fan favourite, who still smashes skulls, tears bodies apart and breaks guys in a half. Later that night, Manny and I made the sweetest and most passionated love ever. And we’ve always been together, since then.

Until… 

Everything started in a rainy afternoon of september: I was just getting out of home, ready to go to work. 

I’ve noticed a man, staring at the house next to mine. He approached me: “Excuse me, do you know the owner of this house? I’ve seen it was on rent, yesterday with my wife, but there was no number so we couldn’t contact the owner” 

 “Well, I pay the rent for my house at the same person. I can give you his phone number, if you want”

 “That would be awesome! Thank you very much. I’m Russ.” 

“Corey, nice to meet you.” I answered with a smile as I gave him my owner’s business card: “So, we’re gonna be neighbours, hopefully” 

“It’s not for me, actually. My daughter, Lucrèce… for her 21st birthday, she asked to leave her life in Marseille, France, where she was born, to come to study in her parents’ hometown, all by herself.“

“Oh, that’s a good choice. We have a lot of valuable colleges here in Columbus” 

“Yeah, well…”, the man sobbed; he had a sad and pretty tired smile on his face: “Lucrèce still goes to school. She keeps losing years. She… She gets bored easily.”

In a second, I could see on that face his sense of failure, his frustration: it’s actually close to impossible, to disappoint your parents, but when you “succeed” to do that, it means they completely lost any hope on you.

My mind immediately ran to my family: I never knew my mother and my father died in his work as a firefighter when I was a child.

Among my few memories of him, he was a bodybuilder: his second wife, my stepmother, used to show me his pictures around the time they met. 

So, I decided I would have followed his steps: and whenever I flex in the mirror , I try to seek those same facial expressions of him, those same body details, the same progress.

I wish I had the chance to ask my dad if he was proud of the man I become.

Only once…

Pretty safe to say I wasn’t the biggest fan of a girl who was wasting that chance I would die to take.

Anyway, Russ got the house and within 3 weeks, Lucrèce has arrived. 

As I said, I would lie if I told you I was happy to meet someone like this girl: yet, everyone needs a chance in their life.

Russ texted me cause he wanted to introduce his daughter to me, but I was at work.

I came back home late at night: lights were on, in the house next to mine. 

The new girl was still awake.

I literally dived on my couch, exhausted. I’ve checked my feeds on Twitter: among the many interactions, there was a direct message from a guy, a fan of mine. A very nice person, who saw me at some events in Buffalo, but was too shy to come and say hi.

Despite I was tired as fuck, my stinking feet urged me to take a shower. 

Water was falling down, the bathroom was steamy, so I opened the window and I noticed I had a full view on Lucrèce’s bedroom… And on Lucrèce herself, as she was in the room.

Long brunette hair, paired with zaffire eyes on a quite tall and thin girl, white t-shirt and white pajama pants.

Trying to not looking a like a perv, I’ve switched my attention to the temperature of the shower.

She was talking to a close friend of hers, I could understand most of what she said, despite my acknowledge of French wasn’t properly French, but a francophone idiome like Canadian.

My shower was still waiting for me, so I took off my clothes and got inside. 

I so needed a good shower, but I needed more a good sleep, so it didn’t last that long; I grabbed my towel and quickly dried myself, then went to close the window: I couldn’t believe what I saw.

Lucrèce was on her bed, still talking at the phone, but her pants were off and there were no panties: she was masturbating!

My first thought was to immediately close the window and hide behind the glass.

I felt so embarassed, so guilty: I was breaking in the private moment of a young girl.

But, I don’t know if it was because of her being european, or her being… 

A HER.

The elegant way her hand was touching her most sensible part, those sofisticated fingers moving to satisfy herself.

Her closed eyes, her mouth breathing harder, her pleasure expanding as whispers in the silent air.

Feminine masturbation is so delicate, compared to the vulgar way we men beat our meat, stroking till the cumshot.

And speaking of beating meat, I surprised myself when my hand swiped under the towel and grabbed my hard cock, to jerk it off.

Close to edge, I suddenly felt like the power in my brain was restored and I realized it was just wrong, so I immediately stopped.

But I kept looking at my penis, so erected, so fierce, so willing to eiaculate: most of times, wrong is what makes you feel so right…

I’m sorry, but I’m not ready to tell you everyhting, not now.

You’ll need to wait…

TO BE CONTINUED

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So, I’m a 25 year old gold star gay guy who’s been in a relationship for about two years. I’m over six feet tall and I’d always been very thin and hairy. Since meeting my boyfriend, I’ve taken to working out and I put on a lot of muscle. For perspective I went from 180 pounds to almost 230.

There was always this girl at the gym who I sorta thought was watching me. She’s 28 and about 5'4 with a very slim build. I can’t say I paid her much mind until a month ago when she came over to shat as I was on the way to the lockers.

Since bulking up, I’ve had a habit of taking off my tank before actually getting in the locker room. They don’t frown on shirtlessness at my gym. Anyway, she wasn’t hiding the fact that she was blatantly checking me out. Can’t say I wasn’t flattered. Next thing I know, she hits on me and asks me if I want to hang out later.

I tell her I’m gay and taken but express interest in hanging out. We make plans and I go wash up and change. During this, I can’t say I’m not thinking about things. Since getting bigger and stronger, I’d been having bizarre fantasies about guys and girls as opposed to just guys. I’d also been watching a lot of straight porn. I may have been entertaining the idea…

We hung out around town, having a few drinks, talking about something. I can’t remember what. What I do remember is what happened when I went to her apartment.

She got flirty and asked if she could see me without a shirt again. I remember she said something about boulder shoulders and furry pecs. Something about this got a rise out of me. I took it off. The situation escalated from there and before I knew it I was sitting naked on her couch while she sucked me off.

I got more curious from here and ended up carrying her to her room. I was getting nervous at this point so she offered to take charge. She got me to lie down while she took off her clothes and we just made out in the buff on her bed. A few minutes later she was riding me. It was fucking heaven. I’m pretty versatile, but I’ve usually been the bottom. Fucking a different hole was new and exciting.

I ended up going home shortly afterwards, but I saw her several other times during the month. She taught me how to eat pussy. Apparently my stache and beard feel amazing her clit. She also showed me other pussy-fucking positions. I took a liking to missionary. Something about the vision of my large, muscular frame holding down her lithe body really got me going.

She likes sitting on my cock with her hands massaging my pecs, shoulders and biceps. She asks me to flex a lot and calls me her hunky fag. Kinda turns me on. It was the first time she called me that that I flipped her over and sucked my first tit. I had no idea what I was missing all these years…

Sometimes I’d spend the night, eating and fucking that pussy for hours. Obviously I lied to my boyfriend about where I was. He’s a bit of biphobe, something that’s pissed me off of late. About a week ago, we were drunk and joked about watching him fuck a chick. He got really upset. I decided to play a prank.

I saw the gym girl a day later and we had a glorious fuck session. I ate her out and got her juices all over my facial hair. I fucked her tits and then we did some bareback missionary. I shot my load all over her face and then I went home without showering.

My boyfriend and I had sex not long after. He sucked me off not knowing that my dick was still coated in her fluids. We made out while my face was still fresh from pussy eating. The idea of my sexy boyfriend unknowingly experiencing this chick’s pussy just made me harder. And he never suspected. He just thought I was all sweaty from my work out, a turn-on of his.

Was that wrong of me? Mostly likely, but I’m already cheating on him… I can’t say I regret a thing. If things don’t work out, at least I know I’m not limited to just one sex anymore. Either way, I’m seeing my gym girl for our usual post-workout tomorrow. Can’t wait.

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Countries around the world are celebrating pride in all sorts of different ways. The parade in Rome was on the 10th of June and it looked like it was a wonderful day for all. Two people in particular got very festive and decided to consummate their love outside… in public… in front of all the celebrating people.

The footage shows what appears to be a man and woman engaging in a sex act while the woman leans over the wall. The video, initially posted on the website liveleak.com states that the incident occurred in the middle of the Roman Forum.

No further information has been found out about the two.

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Dominic’s son brought home this slut to his husband and him. They’d been so proud of him. He’d been the apple of both of their eyes ever since he’d first been born to them both. Agreeing to use his sperm to give to their surrogate was the best decision of his life.

His son had really talked Kimber up. ‘She’s beautiful. She’s so nice. You will love her.’, Chris had blurted out in a rush when he’d first talked about bringing her to the house. As soon as he saw her, Dominic noticed her immediately focus in on him. It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to it. He was gorgeous, and he had a prominent bulge that had been the focus on many a stare. He’d never felt the need to cover up though. Even though he was fully dressed, he felt naked. Like she could see right though him. It made him uneasy. He cleared his throat, and reached out to shake her hand as they got closer.

‘I’m really looking forward to getting to know you really well, Mr. Kinney.’. Dominic noticed that she barely spared a glance at his husband. He wondered if his husband or his son saw what he was. She was clearly interested in Dominic. It couldn’t be clearer.

Dominic excused himself after dinner to use the bathroom. He decided to use the one in his bedroom for more privacy. He’d just washed his hands, and rinsed his face, when he heard his door open and close. He called out for his husband, and he was greeted by a high pitch giggle. He tensed. ‘Kimber? Is that you?’.

Dominic walked out into the bedroom and was shocked still. Kimber had her large tits out and was on her knees. ‘What are you doing??’, Dominic yelled.

She ignored his question. She scooted closer and before he knew it she was mouthing at his bulge. He gasped. It had been awhile since his husband had done this. They’d had a pretty dry run the last month or two. It felt good.

‘My son and husband…’., Dominic said weakly.

She pulled back just enough to be able to talk, ‘they ran to get some wine. I told them we should celebrate, and since I hid the few bottles you had left…’

‘You planned this..’, Dominic shouldn’t have been shocked, but he was.

‘I’ve wanted this Spencer first showed me his dads. You’re so fucking hot. Let me do this. Please.’.

Dominic stared at her for a minute. ‘Fuck it.’. He began to undo his pants and pull out his huge member.