I am now corresponding with an author on Nifty who has taken over a story that is one of the best I have read. It is a continuing saga but the writer who is just in his mid twenties wants to interact with his fans for comments or ideas or anything. The links of music I posted were from him. Do you remember Arkangle (sp?) he sent me something he created but it got nowhere. But I am hopeful with this writer I can establish a good relationship. Sadly for me, finding true friends there because you have a reaL connection (not because you or they need something) is very rare.
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Why don’t you share the story and author with us here? Nifty authors don’t earn money, only recognition by fans through emails.
I will ask him.
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Sure man. I've had a few sessions with more than one person, but I'm sure Wei wouldn't be up for that so we'll have to find somebody else
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Thanks. It's more of a self-indulgence at the moment but if you have any suggestions let me know because I want to improve.
It's quite easy writing about things that have happened because it's stuff that I lay thinking about in any case, and I'm invested in what has happened. I'd like to write in the future about more fantasy or fiction and want to somehow carry it across. I'm planning to confess about every person in some form though.
Have you tried Nifty or gayspiralstories?
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It does turn me on. I don't know why - as I just mentioned it's a little like a confessional. This is stuff I can't reveal at home, and has been ingrained in me that is wrong. I know it isn't wrong as long as I'm safe, but it's still there in my mind and it drives me crazy to be breaking the rules, and it being revealed to people.I’d only glanced at this part of your story previously yesterday, but now have read every word and looked at the drawings with your own erect penis replacing the porn stars cock. Wow, Max, you really got me going from reading it. You are so young, beautiful and immensely talented as a writer and artist. I cannot thank you enough for gracing the forum with your presence here. Please continue to share with us whatever you choose to. You’ve said that it turns you on to know that you turn on “strangers” by sharing details of your sex life. I can swear on everything holy that you are turning this stranger on, immensely. All I can say to conclude is Wow and thank you!
My D isn't as nice as Tommy's but the art and the drawing style makes it look realistic. That was quite easy to do but it was a massive turn on to see my cock on Roxy's bum, and for other to see it.
I am so sorry it makes you feel bad I only too well remembering it did the same to me and affected how I performed.
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I'll definitely remember that. I hope I'm putting this across in these but it will be more difficult if I move on to made up stories and people.
I was planning on these being less graphic and a little more 'classy' but I get carried away writing them. Dirt turns me on more than subtlety, it seeps through to much.
I've read some at nifty, a lot of that stuff turns me on but a lot of the time I need something quicker though. I turn to this part of my life several times a day, I've spent whole days indulging myself over and over but normally it needs to be quicker than reading stories, so I don't read these often.
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It makes me feel good rather than bad
You need to do what turns you on and not worry if it sound dirty to you . Your writing that feels natural to you will feel that way to others in my opinion. As you develop experience your style can only get better as I think you have a gift. And as they say practice makes perfect.
No I said it wrong, yes I meant the part where your upbringing was what interfered not that the result made you feel bad. After all if it did you would have no interest in doing it would you?It makes me feel good rather than bad
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UPDTAE: I'm currently listening to my housemate Grace being skewered by her boyfriend Adam.
I've looked on her phone before, and seen videos of her giving him oral, and a bit of them doing missionary position. He's quite good looking, short brown hair, young looking but on the butch side. A bit stronger looking than me. His body is quite hairy, has a decent cock but not massive.
Fuck I wish it was me. Typing this one handed obvs. by 1am i'll have spat myself all over my belly listening to them.
I've looked on her phone before, and seen videos of her giving him oral, and a bit of them doing missionary position. He's quite good looking, short brown hair, young looking but on the butch side. A bit stronger looking than me. His body is quite hairy, has a decent cock but not massive.
Fuck I wish it was me. Typing this one handed obvs. by 1am i'll have spat myself all over my belly listening to them.
Write that up!! How you play with yourself and what you daydream about happening... Sounds hot
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Disclaimer - These are true stories about the people I've been lucky enough to spend time with. Place-names have all been changed for my protection, & dialogue is probably not accurate. I do not condone the use of drugs, unsafe sex, or my behaviour.
Rob & Kieran – Sheffield, December 2022.
The door closed with that satisfying newly made click.
“Just make yourself at home,” Rob said. “Would you like some wine? Kieran?”
I gesture and Kieran parks his bum on one of the leather sofas. “Hey, this is sweet.” We were in an open-plan living room/kitchen, two walls of which were floor to ceiling window. The blinds were open, revealing the dark sky and bright lights circling a busy Sheffield city-center roundabout three floors below us. I could hear car horns hooting.
“Yeah!” Rob chuckled. “It’s better than my house.”
“I remember your house,” I raised an eyebrow.
Rob laughed it off, scurrying over with drinks. “So where did you find this one Kieran?”
My boy looked guilty. “Oh, er – we met through mutual friends.”
“Ah ok,” Rob nodded diplomatically. He knew how we had really met.
I’d been seeing Kieran reasonably exclusively for three months. What do I mean by reasonably exclusively? If I’d written my adventures in order you would have a taste for who I am by now – the short version is that I’m not as sweet as I look.
I cheat, I lie, I’m selfishly promiscuous – I follow what feels good for me and deal with how bad I feel about it afterwards. I don’t think I’m a bad person, but I do bad things.
Maybe that’s why I have avoided serious relationships, perhaps that’s why I ensure that I am the one being used – after doing a lot of damage to somebody in the past, the guilt – the sin – it may have created a need of penance.
I found Kieran on Grindr. He had just turned 18 and was new – I have been spreading my filth on various dating apps for a long time, and soon corrupted him into sharing pictures and more.
I promised myself that I wouldn’t get involved with somebody that young. I’m bad news – I’d only hurt him. Then I promised I would just show him what a good blow job was. Then I promised not to let him get attached. Then I promised I wouldn’t chat with other guys – then that I wouldn’t masturbate online with other guys.
Currently I’m successfully keeping to I will not meet anybody else without Kieran with me. That’s what I mean by reasonably exclusive, and that’s how we ended up in this plush apartment, after I bumped into Rob.
I’m lying again. You see? I can’t help it. I didn’t bump into him at all.
When the World Cup began he messaged me. We both love football and it started just talking about that. Rob is a 31 years old estate-agent, married with two young children, and had previously spent several afternoons and nights living out his closeted fantasies with me.
His wife knew all about it. She even joined in a couple of times, but they found out I was seeing other men. Worried it was unsafe they broke it off.
Once we were messaging one thing led to another, inevitably we met for a pint… Much to my surprise nothing happened! We talked about Kieran – how cool he is – about how Rachel, and how Rob’s kids were doing.
Saint Max is reborn!
If you could see my boy you’d call me crazy for even thinking about other men. He’s tall – 6 foot 2 – with a strong, beautiful face. Perhaps you would call him twinky; he has a little acne, and longish hazelnut hair. He has a nice, long pale body, a little body hair, and a huge, thick, cock.
Kieran is bigger than me all over – his hands make mine look like a child's – but I was still surprised the first time I released him from his underwear. I was in love straight away.
He’s a total top which I love; even better he has my stamina. He doesn’t last as long as a lot of guys, but he can reload fast and we’ve spent whole days in my attic room satisfying each other. I still think about other men and masturbate online but Kieran is just about enough for me. Or at least I thought he was.
I told Kieran he had a fan – I had shown Rob a picture on my phone – he likes younger guys and had said Kieran was sexy.
I was immediately turned on when Kieran said “Cute, I’d do him.”
“Would you?” What a great thought.
He laughed and looked at me funny. “Err… I guess. You hit that?” Meaning Rob.
“Yah a couple of times. I’m pretty sure he liked it more than I did.”
“You said he’s a top.” Kieran knows all about my past. I’d enjoyed telling him about every perversion before he even knew my real name.
“Yeah but every now and again he wanted a bit of Max instead. You don’t know what you’re missing!” Kieran just smiled and changed the subject, but an idea blossomed in my head. It wasn’t long before he agreed – I can be very persuasive.
Rob required no cajoling. I think he only contacted me because he was missing some male contact. I could tell that he was aching for me.
That’s how I found myself sitting across the Ikea style wooden coffee table, watching them talk.
My guys are making super awkward small-talk, almost ignoring me. Rob, smart in his office shirt and sexy trousers that show off his bulge, looks like he is interviewing Kieran for a job. He’s nodding and smiling, asking boring questions about where Kieran wants to go to uni. Laughing. It hits me how nice Rob is, and how handsome I find him. Kieran is nodding along, answering Rob’s stupid questions. I can tell he’s nervous.
I never questioned them not including me much in the conversation – to them they were probably just making extra effort to be friendly with strangers, but this was how it should be. I’m a subordinate in this trinity – there to service them both not talk back. And I knew it.
Blood was already flowing faster through my body in anticipation. Breath escaping slightly quicker – loose jogging bottoms already hiding my shame as I imagined being between them, servicing them both, simultaneously, in the window, pushed up naked against the glass with a silent scream.
More wine was tasted, my lovers becoming more relaxed with every sip, my body aching in heat more every second.
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Rob & Kieran – Sheffield, December 2022.
The door closed with that satisfying newly made click.
“Just make yourself at home,” Rob said. “Would you like some wine? Kieran?”
I gesture and Kieran parks his bum on one of the leather sofas. “Hey, this is sweet.” We were in an open-plan living room/kitchen, two walls of which were floor to ceiling window. The blinds were open, revealing the dark sky and bright lights circling a busy Sheffield city-center roundabout three floors below us. I could hear car horns hooting.
“Yeah!” Rob chuckled. “It’s better than my house.”
“I remember your house,” I raised an eyebrow.
Rob laughed it off, scurrying over with drinks. “So where did you find this one Kieran?”
My boy looked guilty. “Oh, er – we met through mutual friends.”
“Ah ok,” Rob nodded diplomatically. He knew how we had really met.
I’d been seeing Kieran reasonably exclusively for three months. What do I mean by reasonably exclusively? If I’d written my adventures in order you would have a taste for who I am by now – the short version is that I’m not as sweet as I look.
I cheat, I lie, I’m selfishly promiscuous – I follow what feels good for me and deal with how bad I feel about it afterwards. I don’t think I’m a bad person, but I do bad things.
Maybe that’s why I have avoided serious relationships, perhaps that’s why I ensure that I am the one being used – after doing a lot of damage to somebody in the past, the guilt – the sin – it may have created a need of penance.
I found Kieran on Grindr. He had just turned 18 and was new – I have been spreading my filth on various dating apps for a long time, and soon corrupted him into sharing pictures and more.
I promised myself that I wouldn’t get involved with somebody that young. I’m bad news – I’d only hurt him. Then I promised I would just show him what a good blow job was. Then I promised not to let him get attached. Then I promised I wouldn’t chat with other guys – then that I wouldn’t masturbate online with other guys.
Currently I’m successfully keeping to I will not meet anybody else without Kieran with me. That’s what I mean by reasonably exclusive, and that’s how we ended up in this plush apartment, after I bumped into Rob.
I’m lying again. You see? I can’t help it. I didn’t bump into him at all.
When the World Cup began he messaged me. We both love football and it started just talking about that. Rob is a 31 years old estate-agent, married with two young children, and had previously spent several afternoons and nights living out his closeted fantasies with me.
His wife knew all about it. She even joined in a couple of times, but they found out I was seeing other men. Worried it was unsafe they broke it off.
Once we were messaging one thing led to another, inevitably we met for a pint… Much to my surprise nothing happened! We talked about Kieran – how cool he is – about how Rachel, and how Rob’s kids were doing.
Saint Max is reborn!
If you could see my boy you’d call me crazy for even thinking about other men. He’s tall – 6 foot 2 – with a strong, beautiful face. Perhaps you would call him twinky; he has a little acne, and longish hazelnut hair. He has a nice, long pale body, a little body hair, and a huge, thick, cock.
Kieran is bigger than me all over – his hands make mine look like a child's – but I was still surprised the first time I released him from his underwear. I was in love straight away.
He’s a total top which I love; even better he has my stamina. He doesn’t last as long as a lot of guys, but he can reload fast and we’ve spent whole days in my attic room satisfying each other. I still think about other men and masturbate online but Kieran is just about enough for me. Or at least I thought he was.
I told Kieran he had a fan – I had shown Rob a picture on my phone – he likes younger guys and had said Kieran was sexy.
I was immediately turned on when Kieran said “Cute, I’d do him.”
“Would you?” What a great thought.
He laughed and looked at me funny. “Err… I guess. You hit that?” Meaning Rob.
“Yah a couple of times. I’m pretty sure he liked it more than I did.”
“You said he’s a top.” Kieran knows all about my past. I’d enjoyed telling him about every perversion before he even knew my real name.
“Yeah but every now and again he wanted a bit of Max instead. You don’t know what you’re missing!” Kieran just smiled and changed the subject, but an idea blossomed in my head. It wasn’t long before he agreed – I can be very persuasive.
Rob required no cajoling. I think he only contacted me because he was missing some male contact. I could tell that he was aching for me.
That’s how I found myself sitting across the Ikea style wooden coffee table, watching them talk.
My guys are making super awkward small-talk, almost ignoring me. Rob, smart in his office shirt and sexy trousers that show off his bulge, looks like he is interviewing Kieran for a job. He’s nodding and smiling, asking boring questions about where Kieran wants to go to uni. Laughing. It hits me how nice Rob is, and how handsome I find him. Kieran is nodding along, answering Rob’s stupid questions. I can tell he’s nervous.
I never questioned them not including me much in the conversation – to them they were probably just making extra effort to be friendly with strangers, but this was how it should be. I’m a subordinate in this trinity – there to service them both not talk back. And I knew it.
Blood was already flowing faster through my body in anticipation. Breath escaping slightly quicker – loose jogging bottoms already hiding my shame as I imagined being between them, servicing them both, simultaneously, in the window, pushed up naked against the glass with a silent scream.
More wine was tasted, my lovers becoming more relaxed with every sip, my body aching in heat more every second.
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The beginning of what sounded like it would be a boring conversation about cars was my trigger for action. I pushed off my crocs and stood up.
I wear loose joggers most of the time – no underwear obviously – I can pull these off, my jersey goes flying and in under three seconds I’m naked and they’re staring at my boner.
There was a seconds hesitation before they were both scrambling with their clothes, neither taking their eyes from my body. From the smooth luxury of my skin. The hardness of my nipples. The proud curve of my penis.
The thud thud of footwear hitting carpet is replaced by the jangle of belt buckles.
“No, leave them open,” I said as Rob went to close the blinds. From the look on his face I must have sounded bitchy, but I didn’t care. I was pent up. “I want you to share me right here, in front of the world.”
Looking at me half like I was a silly little boy, half like a juicy steak, Rob dimmed the lights. “We’ll just turn these down a bit.” He was unbuttoning his shirt.
Kieran was nude faster and leaned back on the couch, glancing up furtively as if for approval. I knew Rob would be loving what he saw – a long limbed, slim, smooth twink with pubic hair almost all shaved off, just leaving a small, short, thick patch above a threateningly beautiful, large, semi-erect teenage penis.
I knelt between Kieran’s legs, as I had a hundred times before, looking into his eyes as I placed his glory into my wet mouth.
Sucking like a lollipop I can feel blood rushing to engorge the dick in my mouth, feel the growth, sense his breathing change. My hands travel the length of his bare thighs as I go to work.
I hear the noise of increasingly wet kisses; I look up to find Rob kissing my boyfriend – passionately. Fervently. And the feeling is clearly mutual! They’re feasting on each other’s lips as I watch. The thrill of seeing them sends a jolt through my naked body. I tense my dick, surprised at how hard sharing Kieran has made me down there, how good it made me feel that he appeared to be enjoying Rob’s tongue in his mouth.
I release Kieran's hard, wet dick, letting it slap onto his taut belly before running my tongue up the underside.
“Fucking hell,” Rob says, breaking off his kissing. I grin proudly, licking the shaft so he can keep looking at it – Kieran is more than 7 inches, thick with a slight bend, and a wide, wedge shaped head. I knew Rob would be amazed.
“Taste it,” I suggest, kissing my way down to Kieran's balls. I can feel the scrape of tiny, shaven hairs as I run my tongue around them. Rob bends to suck on the end of his dick in twisting motions.
Our victim is squirming, hands on his face and breathing hard as we pleasure different parts of his privates, enjoying it as much as him. Rob’s blow job is getting sloppier and sloppier. Bubbly spit runs down into the smooth crevice between Kieran's junk and leg – I scoop it up with my tongue and swallow.
We’re all moaning like pornstars – I need to taste Kieran’s lips so hop up. We make out, getting carried away. I feel fingers on my smooth balls, my heavy dick, panting as Rob starts masturbating both of us.
“I wanna suck you,” escapes between ragged breaths from between my lips. Soon we’re contorted on the sofa, the three of us, writhing, twisted and naked as we enjoy each other. I’ve got Rob almost to the back of my throat while Kieran is on his back fellating me. One of them has fingers exploring my bumhole, there are more fingers on a thigh, more tweaking a nipple.
We’re all whispering ecstasy, all sampling each other’s tangled bodies with our hands and mouths until Rob stops abruptly, pushing me away – things must have been happening with him.
A hand underneath my armpit is guiding me, positioning me to kneel looking over the back of the sofa out of the window, vulnerable. Hands are all over me. Oily fingers touch me right there.
I look out through the windows into the night sky as I wait, masturbating myself with one hand as I arch my back to stick my bum out. A firework pops somewhere over Sheffield.
“Wow. I’ve missed that,” Rob gives me a squeeze on my butt. “This is cool isn’t it?”
“We got a deal though, right?” Kieran replied carefully.
“Yeah, promise.”
“Sure.”
I love the deal they made, but not as much as I love the instant, shocking feeling of Rob’s stubble in between my ass cheeks, in the centre of my attraction. Cold hands prise me apart to access my boyhood.
His tongue feels warm and wet, teasing me up and down, sampling me, seducing me. Why does it feel this good?! I have to stop touching myself and grab onto the back of the sofa, holding on tight.
I feel kissing and nibbling around the pointed angle of my bum, and squeezing. Suddenly I am penetrated, and again – by slick fingers. I’m a quivering wreck, goosebumps spring up everywhere as this married man makes a meal of my behind.
“Fuck me!” I look back. I’ve been waiting too long.
Rob stands up. I feel his hands on my hips, the weight of his cock on my ass, in the crease. I know he’s not as thick as me, or as long as Kieran, but he always felt good. There is a moment of stillness.
I feel it at my gate, about to batter through. It is pressing carefully, firmly, forcing my defences apart, a gradual encroachment – about to conquer but I’ve already surrendered.
I gasp, feeling my hole pierced by the top of Rob’s cock. “Jesus yes!”
He keeps pressing forwards and advances a couple of inches until my body resists, revolting against the invasion. I grunt something animalistic – I’ve no idea what, perhaps it was just the sound of pain, relief, shame and exhilaration. The muscles of my hole grip Rob tight. He impales me to the hilt.
“Ohhhh Jesus. That’s sweeeet!” I moan. I’ve grown used to Kieran’s cock – it’s amazing, bigger, better, but he’s too careful to start with! Rob knows I don’t need mercy. Or perhaps he doesn’t care – please God let him not care! He’s only been inside me for seconds but he’s fucking me all the way. I have no time to adapt. He plunges recklessly into me.
I can’t catch my breath.
He pulls me backwards by my hair. I’ll never cut my hair, it belong in men’s clenched fists, and Rob uses it to pull my head towards him until I feel his breath on my ear.
Between breaths he whispers; “You like that don’t you Max?”
“Jesus yes. Arrrggggh! Treat me like a slut.”
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The beginning of what sounded like it would be a boring conversation about cars was my trigger for action. I pushed off my crocs and stood up.
I wear loose joggers most of the time – no underwear obviously – I can pull these off, my jersey goes flying and in under three seconds I’m naked and they’re staring at my boner.
There was a seconds hesitation before they were both scrambling with their clothes, neither taking their eyes from my body. From the smooth luxury of my skin. The hardness of my nipples. The proud curve of my penis.
The thud thud of footwear hitting carpet is replaced by the jangle of belt buckles.
“No, leave them open,” I said as Rob went to close the blinds. From the look on his face I must have sounded bitchy, but I didn’t care. I was pent up. “I want you to share me right here, in front of the world.”
Looking at me half like I was a silly little boy, half like a juicy steak, Rob dimmed the lights. “We’ll just turn these down a bit.” He was unbuttoning his shirt.
Kieran was nude faster and leaned back on the couch, glancing up furtively as if for approval. I knew Rob would be loving what he saw – a long limbed, slim, smooth twink with pubic hair almost all shaved off, just leaving a small, short, thick patch above a threateningly beautiful, large, semi-erect teenage penis.
I knelt between Kieran’s legs, as I had a hundred times before, looking into his eyes as I placed his glory into my wet mouth.
Sucking like a lollipop I can feel blood rushing to engorge the dick in my mouth, feel the growth, sense his breathing change. My hands travel the length of his bare thighs as I go to work.
I hear the noise of increasingly wet kisses; I look up to find Rob kissing my boyfriend – passionately. Fervently. And the feeling is clearly mutual! They’re feasting on each other’s lips as I watch. The thrill of seeing them sends a jolt through my naked body. I tense my dick, surprised at how hard sharing Kieran has made me down there, how good it made me feel that he appeared to be enjoying Rob’s tongue in his mouth.
I release Kieran's hard, wet dick, letting it slap onto his taut belly before running my tongue up the underside.
“Fucking hell,” Rob says, breaking off his kissing. I grin proudly, licking the shaft so he can keep looking at it – Kieran is more than 7 inches, thick with a slight bend, and a wide, wedge shaped head. I knew Rob would be amazed.
“Taste it,” I suggest, kissing my way down to Kieran's balls. I can feel the scrape of tiny, shaven hairs as I run my tongue around them. Rob bends to suck on the end of his dick in twisting motions.
Our victim is squirming, hands on his face and breathing hard as we pleasure different parts of his privates, enjoying it as much as him. Rob’s blow job is getting sloppier and sloppier. Bubbly spit runs down into the smooth crevice between Kieran's junk and leg – I scoop it up with my tongue and swallow.
We’re all moaning like pornstars – I need to taste Kieran’s lips so hop up. We make out, getting carried away. I feel fingers on my smooth balls, my heavy dick, panting as Rob starts masturbating both of us.
“I wanna suck you,” escapes between ragged breaths from between my lips. Soon we’re contorted on the sofa, the three of us, writhing, twisted and naked as we enjoy each other. I’ve got Rob almost to the back of my throat while Kieran is on his back fellating me. One of them has fingers exploring my bumhole, there are more fingers on a thigh, more tweaking a nipple.
We’re all whispering ecstasy, all sampling each other’s tangled bodies with our hands and mouths until Rob stops abruptly, pushing me away – things must have been happening with him.
A hand underneath my armpit is guiding me, positioning me to kneel looking over the back of the sofa out of the window, vulnerable. Hands are all over me. Oily fingers touch me right there.
I look out through the windows into the night sky as I wait, masturbating myself with one hand as I arch my back to stick my bum out. A firework pops somewhere over Sheffield.
“Wow. I’ve missed that,” Rob gives me a squeeze on my butt. “This is cool isn’t it?”
“We got a deal though, right?” Kieran replied carefully.
“Yeah, promise.”
“Sure.”
I love the deal they made, but not as much as I love the instant, shocking feeling of Rob’s stubble in between my ass cheeks, in the centre of my attraction. Cold hands prise me apart to access my boyhood.
His tongue feels warm and wet, teasing me up and down, sampling me, seducing me. Why does it feel this good?! I have to stop touching myself and grab onto the back of the sofa, holding on tight.
I feel kissing and nibbling around the pointed angle of my bum, and squeezing. Suddenly I am penetrated, and again – by slick fingers. I’m a quivering wreck, goosebumps spring up everywhere as this married man makes a meal of my behind.
“Fuck me!” I look back. I’ve been waiting too long.
Rob stands up. I feel his hands on my hips, the weight of his cock on my ass, in the crease. I know he’s not as thick as me, or as long as Kieran, but he always felt good. There is a moment of stillness.
I feel it at my gate, about to batter through. It is pressing carefully, firmly, forcing my defences apart, a gradual encroachment – about to conquer but I’ve already surrendered.
I gasp, feeling my hole pierced by the top of Rob’s cock. “Jesus yes!”
He keeps pressing forwards and advances a couple of inches until my body resists, revolting against the invasion. I grunt something animalistic – I’ve no idea what, perhaps it was just the sound of pain, relief, shame and exhilaration. The muscles of my hole grip Rob tight. He impales me to the hilt.
“Ohhhh Jesus. That’s sweeeet!” I moan. I’ve grown used to Kieran’s cock – it’s amazing, bigger, better, but he’s too careful to start with! Rob knows I don’t need mercy. Or perhaps he doesn’t care – please God let him not care! He’s only been inside me for seconds but he’s fucking me all the way. I have no time to adapt. He plunges recklessly into me.
I can’t catch my breath.
He pulls me backwards by my hair. I’ll never cut my hair, it belong in men’s clenched fists, and Rob uses it to pull my head towards him until I feel his breath on my ear.
Between breaths he whispers; “You like that don’t you Max?”
“Jesus yes. Arrrggggh! Treat me like a slut.”
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I can see the dim reflection of our naked torsos in the window as he violates me, as he threads an arm around my neck. I can smell aftershave as he licks me behind an ear, molests the rest of my body with his free hand, exploring the muscles of my chest, my smooth belly and my freshly shaven, completely bald junk.
He masturbates me for a few seconds, holding my body up to his as I fight for breath, my ribs expanding and contracting urgently. Then I have no breath as he starts thrusting hard, hard, harder, making me squeal, finally allowing me to collapse forward. I’m moaning, crying out and grunting as I’m taken.
With a bite of my lip I notice Kieran stood off to the side – I can’t read to look on his face. Or I don’t want to. My lover looks wide-eyed, perhaps troubled, even more so when Rob starts banging me harder, knocking me forward with every thrust. I’m now trying to hide how badly I’m taking this, how much I’m struggling, how much I’m enjoying Rob’s cock. A lock of hair drops over my eyes and I moan in shame.
My sweet baby strides over. For a second I thought he was going to save me. Maybe he didn’t want to see his lover bullied like this, used, butchered like a slab of beef. I thought he was going to make Rob stop.
My eyes widen as Kieran takes hold of my hair, pulling my face down and tip-toes his long, erect penis into my mouth.
Rob is fucking me properly now, gripping my hips and creating the satisfying slap of skin on skin as he rapes me as hard as he likes. He’s breathing heavily, and pushing me forwards with his hips. Pushing me onto Kieran's cock.
Kieran is using two hands to guide my skull further and further onto him. I’m crying as he penetrates my throat, coughing around his girth and struggling to breath. He’s not experienced enough to know that I need to breath and keeps his cock in deep. Or perhaps he doesn’t care – please God let him not care! I’m half choking. Snot bubbles from my nostrils as I’m forced to take him deeper into my throat than ever.
Kieran pulls out and for a moment we’re connected by a thick stream of saliva which snaps, dribbling down my chin, as I fight for oxygen in the brief moment before he reinserts his power into my face.
Rob is a nice guy, but when his cock fills with blood, fire fills he heart. He grunts a lot when he fucks, there’s something primeval about him, thrusting into my slippery hole again and again. I can feel every inch of him as he slams through me. He’s treating me as his bitch, defiling me, rocking my body so that my hard cock bounces up and down beneath us.
I blush. I am a slut and I’m there for their pleasure.
Slap slap slap slap, the whack of skin on skin thankfully seems to go on forever as they degrade me. Rob is saying something, maybe moaning, maybe cursing me – I don’t remember. I only remember how it felt.
The rhythm is too much for my married man, and I hear urgency in his pleasure.
“Uh uhh uuhhh uhhhh!” He quickens slightly, then calls out “Yeah, uhhhh! Yeah,” really loudly. I feel a sudden rush of heat and wetness as he manages to keep pumping into me. He’s moaning, I’m moaning – it feels great physically, but better mentally, knowing somebody is extracting so much pleasure from my tight ass, shuddering as they make me pregnant with their cum. Knowing I’m sinning by submitting, allowing another male put his seed into my body.
He keeps going, emptying himself inside me, finally slowing. I'm still for a moment, impaled, exposed.
Seconds pass. I look backwards, not wanting this to be over. Rob is red all over his face and chest, still inside me, eyes glazed in satisfaction, spent.
I’m breathing, hard. My biceps are shaky – I’d been gripping the back of the sofa. Kieran is holding his thick, hard cock like a weapon. He looks ready. “Please,” I say.
I’d have loved to have to beg, but my boyfriend didn’t need the encouragement. Something slimy drips onto my calf as Rob pulls out of me. Then I can feel Kieran there. My pussy throbs as he rubs his chunky glans up and down my crease, playing with the juices already there, before finding my entrance.
Kieran gasps as he effortlessly pushes through Rob’s silky cum, sliding through my resistance, all the way into me. I cry out in pleasure. One of them swears – I don’t even know which. I can imagine my little ass looked fantastic, impaled on Kieran’s thick, powerful cock, leaking sperm as he slid into me.
The pain cums. I’ve just been fucked quite vigorously, and my tunnel, lubed, stretched, is coated in spunk. Kieran had no problem penetrating me but accommodating him remained an ordeal.
“Jesus yes!” I said. I try to breath, to relax my ass instead of contracting. It feels so good, so bad, to be lucky enough to have a dick like this inside me. “Jesus. Fuck me. Ahhh. Go.”
I feel my boy start to move, feel his cock thrusting, turning me inside out.
“Rob!” I beg, and he knows. He is soon stood in front of me, and I taste my insides. I want to grab him and give good head, but it’s hard in this position, and Kieran is ramming into me now. I can hear my ass squelching. He feels so good – they both do.
It didn’t take long – Kieran stops. “Oh,” he says, sounding surprised, then lurches forward. “Oh!” He gushes into my ass.
Kieran’s orgasms are really intense, so he’s not moving much now as he ejaculates, mixing his boy-batter with Rob’s. I feel like a queen as he delivers his load in my bum, throbbing, secreting his royal paste with short, jerky thrusts.
I’m a mess. My legs are weak now, as well as my arms. There is cum leaking down the inside of my leg, my face and hair are smeared with bodily fluids. My hole is battered, my virtue taken. Two other men have pleasured themselves in my body – I look at my watch and it’s not even eight.
Somewhere outside a firework popped.
This was going to be a quality night. To be continued...
I can see the dim reflection of our naked torsos in the window as he violates me, as he threads an arm around my neck. I can smell aftershave as he licks me behind an ear, molests the rest of my body with his free hand, exploring the muscles of my chest, my smooth belly and my freshly shaven, completely bald junk.
He masturbates me for a few seconds, holding my body up to his as I fight for breath, my ribs expanding and contracting urgently. Then I have no breath as he starts thrusting hard, hard, harder, making me squeal, finally allowing me to collapse forward. I’m moaning, crying out and grunting as I’m taken.
With a bite of my lip I notice Kieran stood off to the side – I can’t read to look on his face. Or I don’t want to. My lover looks wide-eyed, perhaps troubled, even more so when Rob starts banging me harder, knocking me forward with every thrust. I’m now trying to hide how badly I’m taking this, how much I’m struggling, how much I’m enjoying Rob’s cock. A lock of hair drops over my eyes and I moan in shame.
My sweet baby strides over. For a second I thought he was going to save me. Maybe he didn’t want to see his lover bullied like this, used, butchered like a slab of beef. I thought he was going to make Rob stop.
My eyes widen as Kieran takes hold of my hair, pulling my face down and tip-toes his long, erect penis into my mouth.
Rob is fucking me properly now, gripping my hips and creating the satisfying slap of skin on skin as he rapes me as hard as he likes. He’s breathing heavily, and pushing me forwards with his hips. Pushing me onto Kieran's cock.
Kieran is using two hands to guide my skull further and further onto him. I’m crying as he penetrates my throat, coughing around his girth and struggling to breath. He’s not experienced enough to know that I need to breath and keeps his cock in deep. Or perhaps he doesn’t care – please God let him not care! I’m half choking. Snot bubbles from my nostrils as I’m forced to take him deeper into my throat than ever.
Kieran pulls out and for a moment we’re connected by a thick stream of saliva which snaps, dribbling down my chin, as I fight for oxygen in the brief moment before he reinserts his power into my face.
Rob is a nice guy, but when his cock fills with blood, fire fills he heart. He grunts a lot when he fucks, there’s something primeval about him, thrusting into my slippery hole again and again. I can feel every inch of him as he slams through me. He’s treating me as his bitch, defiling me, rocking my body so that my hard cock bounces up and down beneath us.
I blush. I am a slut and I’m there for their pleasure.
Slap slap slap slap, the whack of skin on skin thankfully seems to go on forever as they degrade me. Rob is saying something, maybe moaning, maybe cursing me – I don’t remember. I only remember how it felt.
The rhythm is too much for my married man, and I hear urgency in his pleasure.
“Uh uhh uuhhh uhhhh!” He quickens slightly, then calls out “Yeah, uhhhh! Yeah,” really loudly. I feel a sudden rush of heat and wetness as he manages to keep pumping into me. He’s moaning, I’m moaning – it feels great physically, but better mentally, knowing somebody is extracting so much pleasure from my tight ass, shuddering as they make me pregnant with their cum. Knowing I’m sinning by submitting, allowing another male put his seed into my body.
He keeps going, emptying himself inside me, finally slowing. I'm still for a moment, impaled, exposed.
Seconds pass. I look backwards, not wanting this to be over. Rob is red all over his face and chest, still inside me, eyes glazed in satisfaction, spent.
I’m breathing, hard. My biceps are shaky – I’d been gripping the back of the sofa. Kieran is holding his thick, hard cock like a weapon. He looks ready. “Please,” I say.
I’d have loved to have to beg, but my boyfriend didn’t need the encouragement. Something slimy drips onto my calf as Rob pulls out of me. Then I can feel Kieran there. My pussy throbs as he rubs his chunky glans up and down my crease, playing with the juices already there, before finding my entrance.
Kieran gasps as he effortlessly pushes through Rob’s silky cum, sliding through my resistance, all the way into me. I cry out in pleasure. One of them swears – I don’t even know which. I can imagine my little ass looked fantastic, impaled on Kieran’s thick, powerful cock, leaking sperm as he slid into me.
The pain cums. I’ve just been fucked quite vigorously, and my tunnel, lubed, stretched, is coated in spunk. Kieran had no problem penetrating me but accommodating him remained an ordeal.
“Jesus yes!” I said. I try to breath, to relax my ass instead of contracting. It feels so good, so bad, to be lucky enough to have a dick like this inside me. “Jesus. Fuck me. Ahhh. Go.”
I feel my boy start to move, feel his cock thrusting, turning me inside out.
“Rob!” I beg, and he knows. He is soon stood in front of me, and I taste my insides. I want to grab him and give good head, but it’s hard in this position, and Kieran is ramming into me now. I can hear my ass squelching. He feels so good – they both do.
It didn’t take long – Kieran stops. “Oh,” he says, sounding surprised, then lurches forward. “Oh!” He gushes into my ass.
Kieran’s orgasms are really intense, so he’s not moving much now as he ejaculates, mixing his boy-batter with Rob’s. I feel like a queen as he delivers his load in my bum, throbbing, secreting his royal paste with short, jerky thrusts.
I’m a mess. My legs are weak now, as well as my arms. There is cum leaking down the inside of my leg, my face and hair are smeared with bodily fluids. My hole is battered, my virtue taken. Two other men have pleasured themselves in my body – I look at my watch and it’s not even eight.
Somewhere outside a firework popped.
This was going to be a quality night. To be continued...
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This happened last year in a student apartment that my friend Rob is going to let out next year. We've met there twice and are going back for the weekend on the 21st of this month
There was more talking but I can't really remember, I just remember and tried to put across how I felt, hopefully when I write the rest I'll try to get across K and Rob's motivation and how they are feeling more, but if there are any thoughts or advice please let me know.
There was more talking but I can't really remember, I just remember and tried to put across how I felt, hopefully when I write the rest I'll try to get across K and Rob's motivation and how they are feeling more, but if there are any thoughts or advice please let me know.
Why not post on a gay story site. You could end up earning money.This happened last year in a student apartment that my friend Rob is going to let out next year. We've met there twice and are going back for the weekend on the 21st of this month
There was more talking but I can't really remember, I just remember and tried to put across how I felt, hopefully when I write the rest I'll try to get across K and Rob's motivation and how they are feeling more, but if there are any thoughts or advice please let me know.
mikeyank
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What can I say Max? I’ve just spent the last thirty minutes or more, reading and “fiddling” with myself reading your amazing three part description of your incredible encounter with Rob & Kieran in that apartment with the open shades overlooking Sheffield, England.
You are an amazing writer, painting such a clear and concise word picture, as I felt like a voyeur sitting in a chair in a dark corner of the room, taking in all the sights, sounds and even smells of three virile young men in their primal sexual peak. I can picture each of your bodies as if I were watching it all unfold. You are a magnificent writer.
Thank you for sharing the erotic details of your encounter as well as your incredible writing talent with us here. You are an incredibly talented young man, both in your prose and your drawing ability as well, as you’ve shared that with us previously. I can’t thank you enough for sharing this all with us here on the forum. By the way Max, you have an incredible future in whatever direction you decide to showcase your talents in the future. Thank you so very much for sharing this all with us here.
You are an amazing writer, painting such a clear and concise word picture, as I felt like a voyeur sitting in a chair in a dark corner of the room, taking in all the sights, sounds and even smells of three virile young men in their primal sexual peak. I can picture each of your bodies as if I were watching it all unfold. You are a magnificent writer.
Thank you for sharing the erotic details of your encounter as well as your incredible writing talent with us here. You are an incredibly talented young man, both in your prose and your drawing ability as well, as you’ve shared that with us previously. I can’t thank you enough for sharing this all with us here on the forum. By the way Max, you have an incredible future in whatever direction you decide to showcase your talents in the future. Thank you so very much for sharing this all with us here.
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