A Lesson for Erik
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"Hope you're ready to lose, asshole." Erik teases with a broad grin, sitting down and booting up the console. Erik is a handsome guy; straight, but never one to shy away from a little harmless fun with a guy. He knows that you've always found him attractive, and isn't above teasing you for it every now and again, but he also respects you as his greatest rival. You match his cockiness with a wry grin of your own, dropping the thin chain on the carpet between you. "Why don't we save some time and...
Gayauthor: Scarlett Blaze part: 1 summary: The Good Girl keywords: f+m, m/m, anal, bd, 1st, humil, nc, oral, teen, tg, tort Hannah was a pretty 13-year-old girl who stood just a bit over 5 feet tall with long curly red hair to the middle of her back and green eyes. She had just started her freshman year at Hamilton High School and had won a coveted spot as a cheerleader on the varsity squad. Hamilton was a private school for girls and boys with a unique setup that mixed homeschool with...
Chapter 2 - Facing Erika But my bliss would be short lived. I was abruptly wakened from my dreamlike state by a jarring shove into my shoulders that snapped my neck back and sent me reeling forward to the floor. I tried to reach out my arms and break my fall, but one hand was pinned between my pantied crotch and thighs. I reached out with the other and managed to get it in front of me, but it only tended to cause me to roll to the side, throwing my shoulder into the floor and toppling...
Facing Erika But my bliss was short lived. I was abruptly wakened from my dreamlike state by a jarring shove into my shoulders that snapped my neck back and sent me reeling forward to the floor. I tried to reach out my arms and break my fall, but one hand was pinned between my pantied crotch and thighs. I reached out with the other and managed to get it in front of me, but it only tended to cause me to roll to the side, throwing my shoulder into the floor and toppling me...
Our mom died the summer I was sixteen and my sister Erika was fifteen. Dad was devastated, and thought he had to become both mom & dad for us. Well, he couldn't cook for shit, so that naturally fell to us. I say "us" because Erika was one of the hottest babes in school, cheerleader deluxe and a walking wet dream, but she had too many diversions to be able to prepare evening dinner, so I took on the job. I could make roasts, meat loaf, fish, Italian, and anything else in which a little...
Of course in some ways my life had taken a massive upturn recently; Lilith, my genie, was still as eager to please as the day I got her and I fucked her most nights, the thought of a blowjob before starting on a mounting pile of homework had kept me going for the last hour and a half. When the school bus finally came to my stop I was glad to leave the chattering of year sevens behind even though it meant a ten minute trudge through the driving rain in nothing but a school uniform. Making...
Introduction: I spend a night with my friend Erika and get the unnexpected. It was a late night and I had just got home from practicing with his band. It was friday, I had nothing to do, like any normal friday night for me. It was 6:30 going to bed early was nothing new I would sometimes I would take naps that lasted 18 hours I called them short comasI took off his blue skinnies and his t- shirt and hopped into his bed as off couse I slipped my hands to rub his 6 inch cock completely shaved....
At 9:30 I wook up quickly to my phone ringing, I grabbed and saw a txt from my friend Alice, the txt was stupid so I didn't want to reply I looked at my inbox saw I had about 13 messages from Erika who didnt usually talk to me we sat together and talked, but out of school she usually ignored me. Erika: "Hey im bored" Erika: "HELLOOOOO?" Erika: " your a bitch answere your phone" Erika: "uhmm fine dont wanna reply i guess you dont want me" Erika: "that last one was a joke...
Heute ist ein Tag wie jeder andere, Erika sitzt im Büro und durchsucht das Web. Die junge Brünette ist ein einfaches Mädchen, hübsch aber keine Sexbombe. Mit überschlagenen Beinen sitzt sie am Schreibtisch. Plötzlich poppt eine Email auf. Erika runzelt die Stirn. 'Auf der Suche nach neuen Abenteuern? Klick hier' zögerlich betrachtet Erika den unscheinbaren Link. Nach kurzem Überlegen beschließt sie, es zu riskieren. Eine schlichte Seite öffnet sich. 'Das Paket wird an Ihre private Adresse...
FetishErika catches my glance at an after-shoot party in Munich. She is the assistant to the assistant of someone who I've long forgotten. She is drop dead gorgeous, speaks perfect English, and in a very vivacious; not often seen in the German character. She comes to me from across the room. "You are the photographer," she says. I can't tell if it is a question or statement. I just reply in the positive. She wears a low cut blouse, gray skirt, and black heels. She is the business side of fashion.She...
REMEMBERING, PART 2 Tina Summers had known within three weeks of her marriage that it had been a mistake. One reason was discovering she had become an object of derision on the part of the secretaries at the advertising firm where both she and her husband Mitchell worked. Because they knew about his serial infidelities and she, apparently, did not. As it happened, she was well aware of her new husband's peccadilloes. The fact of them didn't bother her. She hadn't married him for the...
Remembering Faggot Boy QASIMBy: Londebaaz ChohanI cannot say why but I am remembering one of my bona fide gay bottom boy Qasim since the last week almost. First time I met him was in a chat room of a gay site on the internet. He was answering everybody and sounded sweet. The reasons, I got interested in him were multi folds. He was admitting that he was gay, he was admitting that he was a self-proclaimed born to be a bottom and he was hardly half an hour away from me. If those were not the...
I was driving home after my lovely night with Charlie. The night before I had my first kissing and sucking of cock. I was remembering the first touching of our hard cocks; the slow frotting and the sweet kisses. I remembered the taste of Charlies cum... when he exploded deep in my throat, his twitching large cock.The drive home was long and after a few hours of country driving and remembering our cock sucking and slurping, my cock was hard and aching to be worked. I found a quite place, not...
When my wife died from breast cancer five years ago I was devastated. We had been married for nearly forty years, and it had been a good marriage in every way, including a very active and satisfying sex life which gave us both great pleasure.We weren’t swingers in the literal sense, but for the last ten years of our married life, we had enjoyed posting explicit photos and videos on a voyeur website for other’s enjoyment and arousal. We hooked up online using the chat option on the site with a...
MatureHI! I have been crossdressing since I was about 7-years-Old. Just the other day a lady friend of mine, (who knows I'm a crossdresser), anyway, she asked me how I first started dressing. She also wanted to know what made me put on a dress in the first place? It's funny, I haven't told that many people how I started out. I would just say that I was hooked with this great feeling I had as soon as I put the dress on. I was hooked so bad that I would steal and hide one of my sister's party...
For those who have been with me all the way, I am most grateful for your very kind words and encouragement. It would not have been possible to get through this without you. If you haven’t read it up to now, it would help you to please give the preceding chapters a look first, as nothing will make much sense otherwise. For those interested in a sexually oriented story, please visit some of the earlier chapters, as there is no sex in this final offering. All this chapter is, is the end. * ...
I have been remembering experiencing my first ever sexual encounter as a f******n year old teenage boy.My school was all boys, and just before this episode I had already enjoyed the attentions of one of the masters, who had introduced me to the joy of some-one, other than me, playing with my cock.I had been encouraged by him to fondled and touch his cock and I watched him cum into my hand whilst I wanked is big cock etc. I think now that he must have also been playing with a lot of my...
REMEMBERING, PART 1 "So, how about you let us take our chances, hey?" Bianca squinted down at what the man was offering her, struggling to make out the notes in the dim light of the alleyway. It wasn't really enough ... but she was desperate. She nodded and slipped the condoms back into her bag, trying to ignore the sniggering from the man's companion. Fifteen minutes later, she was back inside the club, all too conscious of the cum coating her mouth and streaking her stockings as...
Thank you so much for the enthusiastic response to the first two chapters of Remembering Becky. Becky and David’s date continues ….. * I stepped aside as Becky came back into my apartment with her overnight bag. The initial shock of Becky’s suggestion about spending the night was wearing off and was being replaced by a whole spectrum of emotions. Excitement was definitely one of them, along with nervousness. A whole lot of nervousness. Becky was what I dreamed about, wished for and hoped...
REMEMBERING BETHANY PART 5 : BY THE PIANO MAN In which our heroine meets Broad Billy: hijinks ensue Adele, my wife had somehow guessed something about Beth and I. There was a continuing tirade about some ‘little white tramp’ down at the bar where I worked weekend nights and I was on an increasingly short leash. Adele was waiting up for me every night and the only car I could drive was the MG. She also took to calling the bar and the rehab clinic at Fitzsimons Hospital where I worked during the...
IllustratedREMEMBERING, PART 3 Jordan Kassapedis had a lot of things going for her. She was tall and athletic, with a natural talent for just about any form of sport. Her iron powers of self-control when it came to diet and her love of exercise and gym work had kept her in fabulous shape, and she never seemed to fall ill. She was good-looking in a determinedly boyish sort of way, warm and funny to those who knew her, and if not academically inclined, then generally clever in a practical sense....
Remembering Charlie with Nelson and Caroline (3rd chapter Charlie series).Nelson and I had a long rest, a unique and so satisfying experience it was, I think for both of us! In the morning, I ordered breakfast and had a quick shower. Refreshed, I wore the white robe the hotel provided. It wasn’t long a knock on the door announced breakfast and I opened the door. What a surprise! No one other than Caroline wheeled in our breakfast, she looked super hot in her smart black and tight uniform. I...
Look, man, everybody whines about turning thirty in private, you know that. I’m just honest about it with my friends is all. And it isn’t just being thirty. Maybe it’s the city and the tiny apartment and the bouncing from one job to another for ten years. I like it most of the time but it ain’t where I thought I’d be when I was a kid. I never wanted to live in the suburbs like Missy probably is now, but it’d be nice to have the option, you know? And I don’t. I can’t afford that bedroom...
I haven’t seen Johnny Marquart in at least 30 years and probably closer to 35. I was six when I first moved into the housing project. Johnny and Bobby lived across the street on the circle with their mother Pearl, there little brother Bunker, and their sisters Cathy and Flossie and little sister Maryanne. I don’t remember the first time I met them. I believe Johnny was a little older than me, he was kinda the leader in the little group of friends I hung around then. I remember he had blond...
It was a hot, lonely summer evening. My wife was away on a girlfriend's trip. I was out of town myself, spending the weekend at my parent's house. They were away on vacation and I was 'house-sitting' for them. With nothing better to do, I headed out to the local bar. It had been twenty years since I'd been to the place. I used to hang out there with my friends during our college years, as usual, trying to pick up women. I was enjoying a beer, laughing to myself realizing the pictures on the...
Gay Male— My senior prom is memorable in lots of ways, most memorable to me is the blowjob. I'd rented a limo and got a room at the Hilton for our after party. I had some money for this as I'd been doing a little work for local businesses. Installing accounting and office systems, things like that. Though the thing which paid best was the tech support once I'd installed the system. So I could afford to turn up to Jasmine's in a stretch limo. Her dad opened the door, "Good evening Mr...
Thank you for hanging in there so far and especially for the wonderful support and encouragement shown me by so many, both public and private. * A picnic? Well, I wasn’t planning on anything like that yesterday when this grand adventure started. Then again, there wasn’t a whole lot that had occurred that WAS expected. Dreams and expectations are two totally different things. So as Becky turned on the shower, I briefly thought about what we could bring on this picnic. Seconds later, when I...
Thanks for following along so far. This chapter deals with a part of Becky and David’s relationship which has struck a definite chord with a great number of readers, judging by the incredible number of anonymous comments I have gotten. Thanks for them all, and there’s no real need to be shy about what you like either. We’re all friends here. As the story nears its conclusion, Becky and David keep rolling merrily along… * The months flew past, and summer soon turned to fall, which became...
Thank you so much for continuing with me and for your support and encouragement. * That was how we began, and we became a couple after that weekend… sort of. As Becky had warned me, there was only so much of her to go around. Although her oldest was off at college, Kelly was graduating high school and shopping around for a college of her own. Then there was this Jerry, whoever the hell he was. How did he feel about this arrangement? Who knows? Probably not over-enthused, I would imagine,...
©2012 Mendon Fishers It was a Saturday morning and it was raining. I usually got up and played golf with friends on Saturdays, weather permitting. This Saturday the weather was defiantly not permitting. A quick check of the Weather Channel told me it was going to rain hard all day. Then I remembered it was Christmas morning. My usual foursome would be spending the day with their families. Me, I didn’t have a family anymore. I was spending the day alone. They had families who would love to...
In the morning I awoke to noises coming from the living room. There beside me is nothing but my wife’s nightgown. It is Christmas morning and our 3 year old daughter is anxious to tear into her presents. As I stumble from the bedroom, I give my wife a nice passionate morning kiss as she prepares to start breakfast. It is a shame she is already dressed because I like nothing better than to run my hands over that fabulous figure as we cook together. I see the flash of her wedding ring that she...
[ For Michael, an xhamster member, who asked me to write something in remembrance of that time (in 1973) during Fleet Week when coming into the San Francisco bay he was so eager to get off the ship and find some serious sexual indulgence after tossing about on the South China Sea! This is for you, Michael! Hope it does justice to what you've told me about it! ]I'd been stuck on the South China Sea for months. During that time everything around me seemed one, uniform, drab grey. The ship was...
It was a Saturday morning and it was raining. I usually got up and played golf with friends on Saturdays, weather permitting. This Saturday the weather was defiantly not permitting. A quick check of the Weather Channel told me it was going to rain hard all day. Then I remembered it was Christmas morning. My usual foursome would be spending the day with their families. Me, I didn't have a family anymore. I was spending the day alone. They had families who would love to have them hang around...
I still remember the first time I saw Emily. I was in grad school, walking from my almost non-existent office to my car. It was a typical early Spring day in North Carolina — still a touch chilly, but sunny enough to remind you that Winter had breathed its last. Cutting across the quad, I saw the inevitable Ultimate Frisbee game: guys with their shirts off, chasing the frisbee here and there, girls watching the guys and sunning themselves. I was single, 26, and healthy enough, so of course I...
In Chapter One, we got to know each other and then proceeded to have a very unusual and intimate encounter. The story continues….. After I spent the weekend worrying about Becky’s abrupt departure Friday evening, I arrived at work Monday morning to find a package about the size of a shoe box on my desk, wrapped in foil. I opened it up to find a smaller box inside, also wrapped. Unwrapping that box I found a bag inside. Inside the bag, another wrapped box. I looked around to see if anyone was...
Do you remember your first?I remember very vividly the first spanking I received in my life it has led me to the enjoyment I still get out of being spanked to this day. It also left such an erotic impression on my mind that even all these years later I must have many of the elements of my first included in my punishment to this day. Otherwise it just does not feel like a complete spanking and punishment and comes up short of the complete and utter enjoyment I derive from having my bottom bared...
The story begins in the year 1995, late spring. This is the story of my relationship with a very special lady. A relationship that ended far too soon, but left wonderful memories… * It was just around the time when I thought I had hit rock bottom. I was just past forty, divorced going on four years. A divorce that left me crippled emotionally as well as finacially. I was so broke I couldn’t even afford to own a car, despite my having a good job. If you’re divorced and paying child support, I...
When I heard Gaby walking down with another girl my brain went on a spin at the speed of light. Gaby says ‘Hey hun, we have an idea that I know you will like’. Remember, I was on the pummel horse, impaled to the dildo on the wall. And since I was also still gagged, I really could not answer or ask – ‘What you talking about Gaby?.’ So I waited patiently for Gaby to disconnect me from the dildo and maybe take my gag off so that I could at least talk. Gaby said to the other girl ‘Mandy, this is my...
I dedicate this story to Helen, I just found out she died today. I was just heading out the door for work when my phone rang. I considered ignoring it, but something told me I needed to answer. “Hello.” I grumbled. “I’m so glad I caught you, it’s Helen.” The exasperated voice said. “My car’s dead again, can you swing by and pick me up?” Helen and I worked together, I was 23, she was 43. She’d been divorced for about 10 years. The only luck she ever had was bad. She was a great person and...
My overseas trip back was uneventful: we flew through the night, I had an opportunity to work and blow my cock under the blanket; the seat beside me was empty. Returning home meant a heavy workload; however I managed to spent time on my hobby, photography. I have been taking landscape and portrait photos for a while now and, although not top professional quality, still quite good (from what people tell me…). The photo business has the tagline: “Professional – Friendly – Privat” and has worked...
I fondly remember the Baker twins. They were a pair of fantastic looking girls. Nice and tall and well built with tits that just screamed out for attention. Their long legs appeared to end with a meaty, juicy pussy and nice round figure skater asses. Not that we thought much about their asses beyond looking at them of course. HaHa. The “we” here are me, Bob, and my buddy Glen. Unfortunately the Bakers girls were also the consummate cock teasers. While they would always seem to want to move...
3:30amYou awake with a start. You had drifted off peacefully hours ago, waking up so suddenly has disoriented you. Your eyes frantically dart through the darkness as your heart races. Soon you realize I am climbing on top of you, poised to mount your face. Now you realize that your punishment is about to start. My hand runs through your long, dark hair, gripping it tightly. I yank your head back. You gasp."Rise and shine, Alexandria!" My voice cuts through the silence as I rub my hard dick...
When I heard Gaby walking down with another girl my brain went on a spin at the speed of light.Gaby says "Hey hun, we have an idea that I know you will like".Remember, I was on the pummel horse, impaled to the dildo on the wall. And since I was also still gagged, I really could not answer or ask – "What you talking about Gaby?." So I waited patiently for Gaby to disconnect me from the dildo and maybe take my gag off so that I could at least talk.Gaby said to the other girl "Mandy, this is my...
Gay MaleGaby finally did it. She went out and rented some porn.Allow me to bring you back to the begining since I have not been around for a while.Gaby and I had a very healthy, and loving, heterosexual marriage until one day that I asked Gaby to put on a strapon and fuck my ass. I had been masturbating myself, involving my prostate, for my sexual satisfaction. For a while now Gaby has been fucking my ass, I was loving it and she was enjoying her new found sexual pleasure and her power over me.We...
Gay MaleIn my Senior year of high school, I did well enough in Forensics to earn a spot in the state competition. We piled onto a bus, kids and chaperones and luggage and all, and set off across the state. We arrived at State University, the site of the competition, and settled in. My event was Extemporaneous Speech, wherein you get a topic, and 15 minutes to develop a 5 minute oration based upon it. Now, I’m a talker (surprising, no?), and a bit of a dilettante, knowing a bit about a variety of...
I inhaled sharply as she bit down on my nipple, the pain sending pleasure spikes to my hard cock. I pulsed inside her and she squeezed me with her keagles in turn. MMMmmm "it was so good" I whispered, almost gasping as she bit at the other nipple. She sat up quickly, throwing her hair back and causing her beautiful tits to bounce slightly, her nipples standing proud and tight. "You really like it when she doesn't say a word, don't you." She lifted herself until my cock head was at her...
Beth tried to back off from the relationship because of my coming departure and she succeeded in keeping it on a platonic level after our Christmas idyll. I respected her feelings and didn’t do anything to reignite our affair. Adele in her way helped by insisting that I come home right after work and taking the Mercedes because she said that she and the girls needed the transportation while I was left with the MG and there was no way I or anybody else but a contortionist could fuck in a MG. We...
InterracialBecause of the snow, Jimmy kept the bar closed on Friday. However, Denver snowstorms often have a limited shelf life and after a sunny Saturday, the roads were relatively clear, Jimmy called everyone and we reopened on Saturday. Most of the crowd had been off on Friday and were looking to party on Saturday Night. Beth brought Billy in with her to the bar. He looked happy but very tired while Beth looked Radiant but was walking slightly bowlegged and she confessed that she was having trouble...
Illustrated(In which Beth goes to the Brown Palace, samples foreign customs and has a trip around the world) My wife, Adele, had taken the girls back to St. Louis for Christmas with her Mother and I wisely worked my schedule so that I was the only rehab specialist available for the Holidays and I sadly could not go to visit my in laws. Since my wife was not home and I had been going through poker withdrawal, I got into an all-nighter with some buddies. A brother named Gary who was a chef for the Brown...
Interracial(I which I taste Bethany’s Schwarzwalder-Kirschtorte and she samples my Schwarzschlange-Honigschlag) Beth had given me her car keys and I brought my toolkit and mechanic coveralls to the bars’ parking lot. When I popped the mustangs’ hood, I found what I expected: a broken distributor cap. A quick trip to the parts store, a short tune-up and I had the ‘tang’ purring like a kitten, abet a large and deep throated kitten. Beth was just getting off the bus and she ran up to me and hugged and kissed...
InterracialRecently, I learned that Sammy, whom I had coached in baseball back when he was a boy of 14, had died in 1998 of AIDS. He apparently contracted HIV when he and his wife were having problems and had separated for a while. Thankfully, neither she nor his children became infected. Following is one of the many Sammy stories that I tell, but the one that always comes to mind first whenever I think of him. * In 1977, I coached a baseball team of 13, 14, and 15 year olds. One of the leaders on the...
You were standing on the deck in the snow the first time I saw you. I was nervous about meeting you but had decided it was now or never as I drove back from my morning meeting. I had asked you out to lunch but you had decided that it would be nicer if I met you at your house … a chance to show off your cooking skills I figured. When I got to the bottom of the stairs and first saw your smile, the warmth I felt within me could have melted the snow around me. My face almost hurt from the smile I...
Thanks again for making this story easier to write than I had thought it would be, due mostly to your enthusiastic responses, generous voting and many words of encouragement. Chapter seven finds Becky and David exploring new territories… * We slept surprisingly well in the tent, although Becky’s first middle of the night foray into navigating to the outhouse with the lantern proved an experience for her, although she initially declined to elaborate. I later learned that someone from the...
Thank you for sticking with the story so far, and for all your kind words and encouragement. Chapter four of David and Becky’s story… * I awoke with a nasty case of cotton mouth, a mildly throbbing head and an incredible soreness in my back and knees. That’s when I realized that last night had not been a dream after all. The pleasant pain that comes from suddenly taxing muscles that had been laying dormant for so long felt great. That, combined with the pleasant aroma of brewing coffee...
Close your eyes darling and imagine our bodies naked, pressed together. You bend your head down towards me and our lips connect. I break the kiss off and slowly push you onto the bed. Once you’re on your back, I resume kissing you passionately…all the while running my hands lightly over your chest. Again, I break off our kiss and whisper “I love you” as I start to lick, nibble, suck and gently nip my way down your body. My hand finds your rampant staff and I gently grab hold and start to stroke...
So college began with me living right above Tracey’s apartment. The “friends with benefits” relationship seemed to work well. When either of us needed sex, we found it just a flight of stairs away. Sometimes we just used each other for release, and other times it was an all-night event, filled with loving moments and ending with us sleeping in each other’s arms. I was always there for her whenever she needed to vent about her boyfriend. She was there for me and always ready to offer advice on...
“Sure, I’ll buy your lunch. After what just happened back there, I’ll buy you a restaurant.” She smiled back at me and asked, “So what are you hungry for?” “Do you really need to know the answer to that? You just gave me a taste of something I haven’t had in a while and now I’ve got a craving for it, “ I responded. She stopped on the sidewalk and turned to me. Looking me straight in the eye, she asked, “If you’re serious about wanting that, I’ll let you have as much as you want.” “Oh really?”...
One of the best things about college was the weekend. A few scholarships I had earned plus the fact that I had worked my butt off all summer long to pay for school, allowed me to take it easy during the semester. I took full advantage of my weekend time to hang out at the lake whenever the weather was nice enough. My grandfather had a small plot of land on a lake not too far from school. You couldn’t really call it a lakehouse in the classic sense. We had a boathouse just large enough to store...