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Movie Night In

By: curiouspet



I've been a bit nervous about our date tonight, even though I've also been nearly equal parts excited. Given the fun we've had in public, I know even a movie-night in at your place should be a lot of fun. I'm pretty relieved to not have to worry about nosy strangers in the park, although I suppose I do still have your roommates to consider. 

I've decided to dress easily for tonight, just to be prepared. As a result, I'm wearing a loose black skirt, a red tank top, a black cardigan, and a matching red and black lace panty and bra set. I'm planning on stripping off the cardigan and bra before we get settled to watch the movie. 

Once I arrive, we go through the typical niceties and catch up on our respective weeks. I've brought along a bottle of wine, and we share the bottle while chatting and sharing a few intermittent chaste kisses. Your roommates are out, but once we finish the wine we still decide to go up to your room to spend the evening in order to preserve some measure of privacy. 

You have a decent sized TV set up across from your bed, so while I'm a bit nervous at the highly sexualized nature of sharing your bed right away, I do understand the practicality of it. I let you set up the movie while I get a bit more comfortable. When you settle onto the bed, I nestle myself in front of you between your legs, leaning against your chest. I figure this position affords you the easiest accessibility, plus it's comfortable for both of us. 

Before starting the movie, you pull out a roll of bondage tape and instruct me to lean forward and place my hands behind my back. You easily tape my wrists together, and then you move on and go on to wrap just above and below my elbows as well, causing me to be thrusting my chest out almost obscenely. I blush a little at the position, but can feel myself getting wet at the restriction. You pull my shoulders back so I'm leaning against you, and my fingers almost brush up against your cock, which I can feel hardening slightly. 

I shiver slightly, and you rub your hands up and down my arms. I turn my head to look at you, and you take advantage of the position and kiss me deeply. You move one arm around my waist, holding me securely, and wrap your other hand around my throat just firmly enough to begin to make me feel threatened. I can't help shuddering, and you deepen our kiss, biting down on my lower lip. I can feel myself moisten even more, especially I as inadvertently shudder and you only hold me down tighter. 

You end the kiss and push me so I'm facing the TV, giving me a sadistic smirk as I shiver again in arousal. Of course, seeing that look in your eyes only makes me shiver a bit again and I can't help struggling again just to test things out. You instruct me to spread my legs so that my ankles are draped over your knees. In this position, you control how widely spread my thighs are, and you're keeping me from clenching to relieve the building pressure in my nether region. Finally, you start the movie. We'd decided a few weeks ago on the movie "Secretary," as I still haven't seen it and it is a key movie amongst people in the kinky lifestyle.

As the movie begins, I can't help but remain relatively tense in a mix of nervousness and arousal. You rub my shoulders gently and tell me to relax, and as the wine from earlier in the evening kicks in I relax into your embrace and snuggle into the position. We spend several minutes in this same situation, and I'm deeply enjoying the strength communicated in your fingers as you massage my shoulders and release the tension of the week, especially combined with the bondage and the vulnerability of the position I'm in. I can feel your hard-on growing a bit behind me, and it only intensifies the experience. 

Just as I start to get captured by the movie, you change tactics and move one arm around to rest just below my breasts, holding me snuggly against you and teasing me with the possibility that your fingers will drift higher. Moreover, you other hand has lightened, and instead of firmly massaging it has transformed into a teasing caress of my collarbone and neck. You know my neck is incredibly sensitive, and I start to shiver uncontrollably as your fingertips drift lightly across my skin.

We continue in that way for some time -- me trying to watch the movie, you nonchalantly tormenting me with your barely-there caresses, me shivering uncontrollably. Occasionally I squirm and try to close my legs to relieve the pressure, but you quickly stop me with a small movement of your legs or a sharp pinch in the side. I'm quite aroused at this point, breathing heavier with beaded nipples. 

As the movie goes on, your lower hand starts to caress my chest through my tank top. You're using the same barely-there touch that your left hand is using on my neck, just grazing the underside of my breasts. I squirm a little more, unable to help it as you lightly stroke every part of my breasts except the nipples. I can't help but beg "please" under my breath, trying not to distract from the movie but desperately wanting more contact with my nipples. I can practically hear your smirk as you shush me, then as if to spite my want of contact you pinch my right nipple impossibly hard. I can't help but cry out at the sudden, intense pain, but my cry quickly drifts into a low moan as I arch into your touch. 

The rest of the movie continues this way. You alternate breasts, and vary your touch from caressing the nipple to the rest of my chest. Occasionally you use a rougher touch, pinching, twisting, and rolling my nipple, while sometimes your stroke is barely felt. Throughout, you're still teasing my neck and ears, again, sometimes with a harsh scratch of the nails, other times with the lightest of touches. The only predictable variation is whenever the characters in the movie participate in a spanking; with every smack of flesh, you pinch both of my nipples as hard as you can. Of course, throughout this teasing, I'm shivering and shuddering in your arms, trying to stay relatively quiet. The bondage keeps me somewhat still, though at times I try to close my legs, grind into your hard cock, or break free of my wrist restraints to relieve the pressure.

When the movie is over, you turn my head and kiss me passionately. I respond quickly, my tongue tangling with yours as I try to communicate just how incredibly aroused I am. You guide me so that I'm straddling your lap, and I shudder violently as my wet, panty-covered cunt makes contact with your jean-covered, throbbing cock. During the movie, my tank top had gotten pushed out of the way so that my breasts were exposed, and you move down and take my right nipple into your mouth. One of your hands is holding me somewhat steady by gripping my bound arms, and your other hand moves to tease my left nipple, casually rolling and twisting in between your fingers. You suck gently on my nipple, swirling your tongue around, nibbling gently. 

I'm unabashedly moaning at this point, and when I feel your teeth bite my nipple harshly I grind down on your cock. You continue this new torment for a while, alternating hard bites with strong suction and gentle kisses, trading off between using your fingers and your mouth on each nipple. I'm continuously squirming on your lap, giving you a pretty desperate lap dance as I hover just beyond orgasm's reach. After what feels like hours, but is more likely about 10 minutes, I'm begging almost incomprehensibly for the stimulation I need for release. You pull away and grab a pair of clover clamps, and without a moment's hesitation both of my nipples are clamped in the wickedly painful device. The set you have has a chain connecting the two clamps, with a second chain out; I have a brief flash of fear that you'll clamp my clit, but when you pull harshly on it I realize it is instead a further way for you to toy with me. 

You push me off your lap and quickly whip out a condom, pulling out your cock and sheathing it quickly. You help position me so that I'm kneeling between your legs, but you keep my thighs spread widely to keep me on edge. With one hand in my hair and the other pulling on my clamped nipples, you move my head to your cock. I need no further prompting, and I start licking the bottom of your shaft from bottom to top. I initially intend to take my time, but I feel a sharp pull on my nipples and glance up, and realize that we're both too far gone for me to draw this out. I suck the tip of your cock into my mouth, quickly sucking more in as I swirl my tongue around to tease the underside. 

I start to move up and down, and within short minutes I have absolutely no control over the situation as you use your hand fisted in my hair to rape my mouth and throat. My eyes start to tear as I gag on every other thrust, and I frantically try to balance breathing and swallowing more of your cock into my throat. As you fuck my face, your other hand is pulling on nipples painfully, making me moan around your dick. Finally, you shove my face down on your cock and I feel you erupt into the condom, and as you do so you pull harder on the clamps than you have up until now, causing me to scream around your spasming dick. 

Even though you've cum, I'm nearly sobbing with my need for release. You take just a second to dispose of the condom and tell me to get on my back. You pull out a Hitachi and push aside my panties. I feel the initial vibration and my entire body arches; when you pull it away I beg you for more. You revel in your control for a moment before taking pity on me and grinding the wand into my clit. I immediately climax, crying out harshly with the release. You move up and kiss me, then pull off the clamps and grind the wand on my clit again, causing a second climax that happens so quickly it feels like the first never stopped. I start to come down from the orgasms, but I'm still shuddering uncontrollably as you thrust first one than two fingers in and out of my grasping cunt. You move down to nibble on my incredibly sensitized nipples, and your unrelenting manipulation of my clit with the Hitachi causes me to burst into a short but intense third climax. 

I start to beg you to stop touching me as the sensations become too much. Just to show you can, you continue your onslaught, curling the fingers inside me and stroking my g-spot as you twirl the wand a few last times. I cry out as you force a fourth orgasm from my exhausted, quivering body. At last, you pull away the Hitachi and turn it off. At this point, I can do nothing but shiver with aftershocks as you push everything out of the way. You return to my side and I curl into your arms, shuddering and trying to recover. Your hands gently play with my hair and play lightly over my nipples and neck, drawing out the shivers as I drift into sleep at your side.

Movie Night (Mom's POV)



Dear Diary...

I'm vaguely certain it's Sunday, but I could be wrong. I know I haven't written in you for quite a while but it seemed time to break you back out.

So, what's been going on, you ask? Since I last wrote in you, I've gotten a new divorce, gotten a new apartment with Jeremy, and gotten a new boyfriend. It's been twelve months of new stuff, and it doesn't look like it's going to be quitting any time soon.

The reason I picked you up and started writing? Funny you should mention that...

I've never liked working on Saturdays, and yesterday was no exception. I didn't have to be in until ten and Jeremy just got his new car - a white mustang - and he said he'd drive me into work, so I slept in until after nine. Would you believe it, but the little shit wouldn't wake up! Well, he's twenty, so I can't really call him a "little shit" but dammit, when he stays up playing video games until five or six in the morning, he damn sure acts like a little kid than a grown-ass-man!

I couldn't find his keys so I went ahead and took the bus to work, luckily only twenty minutes late. Even more luckily, I only had one afternoon meeting scheduled and he called to reschedule right after I got in. I still had a couple of morning meetings and plenty of paperwork to finish up, but I was still able to leave a little after two.

I figured, what the hell, I'll stop on the way home for a beer, and one beer turned into three, but I was still walking up to the apartment just before four and nobody expected me until five, so I was still ahead of the game.

I unlocked the door but decided not to yell for Jeremy as I walked in. If he was still asleep, waking him up like that would just put him in a foul mood and with Terri and Mike (that would be the new boyfriend I mentioned earlier) both coming for dinner later, it just wasn't worth the aggravation. 

Instead, I came in quietly and headed straight to my bedroom. Imagine my surprise when I got into my doorway and saw that my room wasn't empty!

Jeremy - my sweet, sweet son, Jeremy - was laying on my bed, almost naked. Now bear in mind that my boy's been working out a lot since I last had a diary entry, going to the gym every day, rock climbing, paint ball, and there he was, lean and cut and all muscles, and almost naked. All he was wearing was a pair of underwear.

My. 

Underwear.

He actually had two pairs - he was wearing my red silk panties with the ruffled edges and had my blue lace ones clenched under his nose. 

I stood there for a minute, shocked. He was sniffing my panties while he masturbated, rubbing himself through my panties. I don't know how long he'd been at it, but I could see a wet spot spreading across the silk fabric, not enough that he'd cum, but enough that he was close, and had been close for a while.

Now, I could blame the drinks, and if anybody asked, that's exactly what I would do, but at the time, well, I wasn't looking for blame. I was too busy watching my son playing with himself in my underwear.

Then I heard him.

"That's right, Mom," he was muttering. "Suck it, suck it, yeah, lick my dick, Mom, lick it..."

I gasped. I couldn't help it, and he heard me. His head whipped around and his eyes bugged out. I can imagine what he saw when he looked over. His mom, standing there in her work clothes, having caught him not only jerking off but jerking off in her panties, and I could tell by the way his face turned maroon in just a few seconds that he was wishing that the bed would just swallow him up.

What he couldn't see? How hard my nipples were. How wet my pussy had gotten watching him.

So I decided to show him.

I started unbuttoning my blouse as I walked towards him. He just stared at me as I pulled the blouse off and let it fall. His clothes were scattered on the floor and I just stepped right over them.

Jeremy's not the only one who's been working out. He may be almost 21, but I wasn't going to be 40 for another two months, and I've worked really hard to keep my body in good shape, and I've always loved the way my titties look; they got bigger after Jeremy was born, and bigger again when Terri was born, and, sure, gravity sucks, but they're still a lot firmer than most of the women I see in the locker room.

If the way Jeremy's embarrassed half-stiffy went back to full mast as soon as I unhooked my bra and let it fall was any indication, he appreciated them, too.

I leaned across the bed and looked down. He was so hard, and the panties so tight, I could see the veins in his manhood, the fabric taut against the head of his cock. I planted myself between his knees and, before I could think about what I was doing, planted my lips on that hardness, making my way up to the cum-soaked into my panties so I could suck them clean. 

His entire body went stiff and I tugged down my panties, revealing the head of my son's dick. Licking my lips, I bent down, preparing to catch his spunk, my son's spunk, in my mouth, when I heard the front door unlocking!

Jeremy and I looked at each other and then burst into nervous laughter. 

I heard Mike at the door, calling my name. I picked up Jeremy's shorts and tossed them at him, pointing at the doorwa y leading to my bathroom.

"I'll be out in a sec, Mike," I yelled, rushing to my dresser and pulling out a tshirt. 

As I pulled it over my head, I paused at the bathroom door. Cracking it open, I whispered, "Don't take anything off, just put your own clothes on."

I stepped out into the living room and there was Mike, my boyfriend. My nice, sweet boyfriend, mid-forties, nice short hair, bit of oil ground into his knuckles. A nice guy, hard-working, and as vanilla as fresh-fallen snow. 

I threw my arms around him and gave him a big hug. "Hi, honey. I thought you weren't going to be here until closer to five?"

"Super slow at the shop," he said, giving me a peck on the cheek, "so I got to leave early."

"Hey, me too!" I headed towards the kitchen, patting Mike on the butt as I walked past him. "Must be that kind of day."

I was in the kitchen, pulling out the fixings for spaghetti, when Jeremy finally came out into the living room. He wouldn't make eye contact with me and completely ignored Mike, brushing past him and going straight to the fridge. He bent over to take out a drink and I caught a glimpse of red silk under the waste-line of his jeans, almost dropping the box of spaghetti I was holding. 

He came around next to me and reached past me to get a glass, pushing against me; he was definitely still hard but he was only there for a second before he was moving back towards the fridge. 

Mike asked what he could to help . I answered him but I was looking at Jeremy when I said it'd be great if he could help with the salad but I'd need to head out shortly to get a loaf of bread to go with dinner. 

Jeremy mumbled something about needing to go out and pick up something from the store and he was opening the door. He glanced back at me and then looked away as he headed out. I watched the door close behind him and the smiled at Mike. 

"Do you mind keeping an eye on the place?"

He offered to drive me to the store but I told him I was only heading across the parking lot and he finally shrugged and agreed to wait in case Terri got there early.

I was on the steps before the door had even closed. I looked out the window as I went down and saw that Jeremy's mustang was still in the parking lot, so I hurried down the last flight.

Bursting through the outer doors, I slowed down as I walked towards the mustang. The engine was idling and the passenger door was unlocked. I opened it and slipped inside, sitting down on the leather seat.

Jeremy glanced over. "Do you want a ride to the store?"

"Yes, please," I said, buckling my seatbelt. 

I put my hand on his knee as he put the car into drive and roared out of the parking spot. Neither of us spoke and, after a few seconds, I withdrew my hand.

We pulled up in front of the grocery store and he pulled up into the fire lane.

"You're not coming in?"

He shook his head.

"I'll be right back, if you don't mind waiting?"

He nodded and I got out of the car, thoroughly confused.

I went in and made a beeline for the bakery section; ignoring the store attendee who tried to help me and nearly knocking over the little old lady who was getting ready to ring up every grape in the bag individually, I was almost out the door when I heard my name.

Plastering a smile on my face, I spun around. Jeremy's friend Ken was walking towards me. Ken was my son's age, African-American and built like a brick shithouse. I'd had more than one night with the shower massager and been thinking of Ken's strong hands, but now was not one of those times. 

I tried to look busy, tried to be polite, finally just told him that I had to go but that he was welcome to stop by the apartment tomorrow (which would be TODAY, since I'm still pretty sure that it's Sunday), and then rushed out the door with my loaf of bread. 

Any other day, I would've reveled in the fact that Ken's eyes kept drifting south, how his attention was on the cotton tshirt that covered my breasts, how my nipples were STILL pushing against the fabric, but I was filled with conflicting emotions that I couldn't even begin to sort out until I could talk to Jeremy.

The mustang was still there, blinkers flashing, and the passenger door was still unlocked, so I got in and closed the door behind me.

"Sorry it took so long," I said, putting the bag on the floor. "I bumped into Ken, and he says hi -"

"I found your diary," Jeremy said, throwing the car into gear and shooting towards the exit. 

"Oh," was all I could say in response. 

The grocery store was literally around the corner of the apartment, so it took us less than thirty seconds to arrive back in the parking lot.

He backed into the only open parking spot, one about halfway down the building. 

Leaving the engine idling and the air conditioning on, he finally looked at me. "Were they true? The stories you wrote about? Were they true?"

My cheeks got hot and I wanted to lie but I didn't. "Yes, Jeremy. They are."

His eyes widened and, well, there's no polite way to say this: there was a sudden, massive lump in his shorts.

"Some of them were..."

"Yes," I said, eyes downcast. "Some of them are pretty -"

"Did you really let him fuck you in your ass? And let his friend -"

I immediately knew which entry he was talking about (it was one of the last ones I'd written) and I cut him off. "Yes. Yes, Jeremy, they're all true."

His hand drifted from the gearshift to his cock. "So, you like..."

"Lots of things," I said, replacing his hand with mine. 

I squeezed and felt my son's manhood respond, growing harder under my hand. I started to stroke him, feeling the cloth sliding beneath my fingers. As he leaned back in his seat, I leaned across the gearshift, tugging his shorts down to reveal the panty-clad erection waiting for me. All of the cum I'd managed to suck out of the panties had been replaced, and I could see a bead of pre-cum there, just waiting for me.

I started slow, lapping up the droplet of sweet cum, and then began sucking him through the panties; they were silk, almost sheer, and I could feel his pulse as he throbbed in my mouth.

I heard him whisper, "Oh God, Mom," and nearly came on the spot. When his hand stretched downward to cup my breast, I shuddered and pulled the panties down, releasing his cock. I took him into my mouth as far as I could, the gearshift pushing into my midsection, and sucked my son's dick. 

He moaned and I pushed myself up onto my seat, kneeling now, taking him deeper. I felt the tip of his cock touching the back of my throat just as I felt his pubes against my nose, and I knew I had him all the way. He pinched my breast hard and then put his hand on my back, holding me down, making me gag on his swollen rod, whispering about the things he'd read, about the dirty things I'd done, hissing that he wanted to stick his cock in my ass, and he started to swell in my mouth. He was so close to cumming, and so was I, that I fought to get my hand up, to grab his prick and stroke him until he finished, but he kept me pinned down as he exploded in my mouth.

I gagged as he bucked under me but I managed to swallow the first spurt; gasping, I pulled back just as he erupted for a second time, my son's seed splattering on my lips and cheek. Sucking in a breath, I took him back into my mouth in time to catch the next blast of cum, and that was enough to bring me over the edge, the idea of my son's cock in my mouth, his spunk on my lips, on my face, probably in my hair, it gave me the strongest orgasm I'd had in ages. 

When he finally went limp, I let him fall out of my mouth. He relaxed his hand and the pressure he'd kept on my back and I sat up in the passenger seat.

My son looked at me, this strange, hungry look in his eyes as I wiped my mouth, and all I could do was look back at him. He tucked himself away and then he leaned towards me, kissing me on the cheek. I blinked at him but he turned away and opened the door. I stared after him as he got out, opening my door a moment later.

Jeremy was already halfway to the door as I got out of the car, wiping at the remnants of cum on my face. I followed him upstairs to our apartment and into our apartment. Diary, you can imagine how surprised I was when I saw Mike AND Terri in the kitchen. 

I knew I smelled like sex, so I gave Terri a quick hug and zipped into my room to wash up and change. I took a little longer in the shower than I normally would but I was trying to make myself presentable; if Jeremy wanted to see what else was available, I planned on making it worth seeing. 

Once I was cleaned up, I left my bedroom and tried to pretend that nothing was...different. Mike was, as always, "nice." Supportive. Pleasant. Politically correct. As much as I tried to pay attention to my boyfriend during dinner, my mind - and my eyes - kept drifting to my son. I couldn't help but notice that he was still wearing the same clothes he'd been wearing earlier. I also couldn't help but notice the way he'd been looking at me; also, the constant bulge in his shorts was - to me, anyway - unmissable.

As Jeremy started cleaning up and rinsing dinner dishes, I opened the cabinet and pulled out the bottle of whipped cream vodka and announced that it was time to celebrate. I had barely gotten the lid off when Mike said he had to feed his dogs. 

I never thought I'd be happy to see Mike leaving but I was actually relieved.

And also very excited.

While I was mixing drinks, Jeremy and Terri were in the living room. By the time I turned off the kitchen light and took the drinks out into the living room, my boy had picked a spot on the loveseat and Terri had called 'dibs' on the beanbag chair. 

The tv was on and he'd popped in his Japanese ghost movie, so I passed out the drinks and turned off the living room light, too. There was just enough light from the streetlight for me to see. 

I sat down on the loveseat next on the far side from Jeremy, between him and Terri, who'd dragged the bean bag chair over next to the couch. I pulled the blanket off the back of the couch and laid it over my lap. Jeremy made a gesture with his head and, when I didn't respond, grabbed a corner of the blanket and pulled it over his lap, too.

The movie was pretty dumb, at least at the beginning, and Jeremy made up a drinking game, a sip when the ghost wasn't a ghost, a shot when the subtitles made absolutely no sense, stuff like that. Within the first half hour, we'd downed close to half the bottle, but then the movie went from being stupid to being scary. 

The third time I saw Terri jump, I whispered that maybe it was too scary and was going to suggest that we turn it off (selfishly hoping that Terri might go back to her own apartment if we did) but Jeremy patted his lap and said, "I'll protect you, Mommy." 

His voice sounded strange, almost hoarse, and I didn't need to see him to know the look that he had in his eye. I changed position on the couch, spinning around and snuggling up next to him under the blanket. 

He immediately took my hand and put it on his bare cock - he'd already managed to pull his shorts (and my panties) halfway down his thighs - and he was as hard now as he'd been when we'd been in the car earlier. I tightened my grip on his rod but pointed at his sister, sitting only a few feet away. In response, he pulled the blanket out of the way and pushed my face towards his erection.

I obediently opened my mouth and swallowed his prick; he smelled musky, sweaty, and I had to fight back the urge to moan as I felt him shiver under my hand. He kept his hand on the back of my head for a few seconds, pinning me down (he really HAD been reading my diary, was all I could think) forcing me to take him deeper into my mouth, and then I heard the flick of the kitchen light switch!

I jerked my head up so fast that I was afraid I'd scraped my teeth across his tender head! I whispered an apology and tried to cover him with the blanket without making it LOOK like I was covering him with the blanket and held my breath until Terri came back to the loveseat and sat down. 

Nobody said anything. I don't know if anybody was still watching the movie, but I pretended to, just keeping my head against Jeremy's side and trying not to think about his young, beautiful cock inches away.

I think I stayed like that for about five minutes before he started tugging down the blanket. An inch at a time, he was trying to expose himself to me. I smacked him on the arm, playfully, and whispered that he needed to watch his movie, but then I took the hand I'd smacked him with and, yes, Diary, I put it under the blanket and grabbed hold of him. 

Slowly, very, very slowly, I played with my son's cock, squeezing him, letting my fingers trail up the sensitive underside of his manhood, cupping his balls. I felt him swell in my hand and he gave this tiny moan and I stopped, not moving, barely able to breathe until he'd quieted down. 

As a reward for his self control, I let my face dip downwards, maneuvering the blanket away so I could see the head of his prick in the kitchen light, and put my lips around the tip. 

Diary, you have no idea how hard it was, in more ways than one! It was an exercise in self-control, keeping myself as still as possible, stroking my son's dick as I sucked on the tip. All I wanted to do was swallow him down to the base but Terri was still right there, and even though I was pretty sure that she wasn't paying attention to us now, if I started getting wild on the boy, there wasn't any way she WOULDN'T notice!

He held off for a while, longer than I thought he could, but a couple of minutes of me sucking and stroking was too much. His whole body started to go stiff and his dick started to swell again. I kept my lips around his swollen head but stopped stroking his length, instead squeezing and releasing, squeeze and release. 

My son's hips started to push upwards but I dug my nails into his leg and he stopped, freezing in place, but I could feel his body trembling like an electrical current was passing through him. He banged his hand on the arm of the loveseat once and then he was orgasming, hissing through his teeth as his seed splattered against the back of my throat. 

At that point, I couldn't help myself, I started stroking him again, jerking him off into my mouth, but the only thing moving was my hand, and, honestly, at that exact moment, I was so close to my own orgasm that I didn't care if my daughter saw us or not, and then I remembered that it was my son's spunk in my mouth, and that did it, just like in the car, I was cumming without even touching myself. 

When I finally came down, I held onto his soft prick; dribbles of cum were still leaking out so I lapped them up, all but purring as I tasted his salty cum. 




Movie Night (Mom's POV)



He moaned, a weak little noise, but that reminded me that we weren't the only ones in the room! I pulled the blanket back up to hide him and laid my head against his chest, licking the salty taste off of my lips.

I relaxed into the moment and let my eyes wander around the room, and my heart almost stopped.

Across the room, next to the tv, there's a fireplace. The fireplace is beautiful, it's huge, and it has this filigreed mirror that surrounds the actual opening. And, in that filigreed mirror, I could see my daughter's face reflecting straight back at me.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. All I could do was stare at the reflection and wait.

Terri's eyes were closed. I waited, and waited. I took a breath, but her eyes stayed closed. I sat up on the couch and looked down at her, she didn't move, just laid there on the bean bag chair in her little white camisole and her tiny little pajama shorts, sleeping like a little lamb, an innocent little lamb, and all of a sudden, all I wanted to do was to yank off her shirt, feel her pert little titties under my hands, see what she tasted like.

Instead, I started licking Jeremy's dick again. I had cum twice today but I was so tuned up that there was no way I was going to let him off so easily. 

Seemed he was happy to oblige, because he started getting hard in my mouth almost as soon as I went down on him. I kept at it, sucking him until he was stiff again, glancing over at the fireplace every once in a while to make sure she hadn't moved (or maybe in hopes that she DID move, I don't really know). 

Jeremy started moaning again and I shushed him, told him he had to be quiet, but I was on the verge of losing total control. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it onto the couch. Jeremy zeroed in on my nipples immediately, pinching them and licking them, biting them just hard enough to hurt. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw Terri moving but when I looked over, she was still laying on the bean bag chair and looked asleep, and I was beyond caring regardless. 

I got off of the couch and stood in front of Jeremy. I slid my yoga pants down, slowly, dancing a little bit, playing with my breasts as I stood there in nothing but my panties, stripping for my son while my daughter slept (?) six feet away. 

My panties were soaked when I pulled them off, and I heard Jeremy gasp when they came down - the reason I'd taken so long in the shower was because I was shaving for him. He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me to him. The blanket fell to the floor when he slid to the edge of the couch then he was kissing his way down to my pussy.

I don't know where he learned it, or if it was just beginner's luck, or just an accident, but he was able to find my clit almost immediately, brushing against it with his tongue as he licked my pussy. I could feel my legs trembling and my cunt was aching to be filled, but I kept watching Terri for the minute or two that I let Jeremy lick me. 

She still hadn't moved, as far as I could tell, anyway, so I stepped away from Jeremy and pulled him to his feet. I let him strip off his shorts and my panties, then led him out onto the balcony. He saw me looking back at Terri as I pushed the door most of the way closed but he didn't say anything, just let me guide him over to one of the resin lawn chairs we have out there. 

He sat down and I planted one foot on the arm of the chair exposing myself to him. He didn't hesitate but immediately started licking and sucking my tender pussy. I grabbed him by the hair and pulled him closer, spreading my thigh even wider to give him better access.

When his tongue started slipping in and out of my wet channel, I felt my juices start to slide down my inner thigh. 

"Oh, god, yes," I moaned. "That's right, just like that. Fuck me, fuck your mother with you tongue, you make your mother cum and I'll give you what you really want..."

He jammed two fingers into my twat and started finger-fucking me while he sucked on my clit; when he pulled his slick fingers out and started playing with my ass, I had an orgasm that seemed to go on forever. 

Every time I started to taper off, my son's tongue would flick against my clit and I'd feel another orgasm crash against me. After the third time that happened, I pushed him away, using the balcony rail to keep from falling to the ground.

When my legs would support me again, I turned away from my boy and leaned against the railing, pushing my ass out towards him. "Come here, Jeremy. Come jam that cock in your mommy's ass."

If he hadn't already cum twice (that I knew of) today, he might have actually cum right there; instead, he hurried over to me, his hard-on leading the way. He grabbed me by the waist and I felt his prick against my ass.

"Fuck me proper, first," I whispered. "Get good and wet and then jam it in me."

He drove into me, all the way to the hilt in one stroke. It felt so good, my son's cock filling me up. He reached around and grabbed one of my breasts while he fucked me, then let go and grabbed me by the hair, yanking it while he grunted behind me.

I didn't want him to cum yet; I wanted to reward my boy for treating me right, so once I knew he was good and lubricated, I told him to hold on and went to the glass patio table.

It was lower than the railing and just high enough for me to bend straight over at the waist, which is exactly what I did. 

He was right there with me, already trying to fit into me. I reached back, between my legs, and guided him towards my ass. I'd expected him to be in a rush, but what I hadn't expected was that my daughter would be watching us, on her knees at the sliding glass door (which was now half open!) her shirt up so she could play with her breasts with one hand while the other was down her shorts!

I felt a fresh gush of juice dribble out of my throbbing cunt at the sight, but Jeremy was clumsily trying to fit inside me.

"Slow down, honey," I said, pushing his tip against my rear entrance. "Just push..."

He pushed, harder than I expected, sliding at least a third of his length into me at once. I hissed and grabbed him tightly in my hand to keep him from going any further. He waited for me to let him go before he started moving again. As I loosened up, the pain transformed into pleasure, like it does every time I let a man put his cock in my ass.

I started to moan and Jeremy started moving faster. I could see Terri out of the corner of my eye, both hands down her pants now, her eyes wide and her mouth open.

Knowing she was watching and listening, I didn't even try to be quiet. "Do you like that? Do you like fucking your mother in the ass?"

"Yes, Mommy," he said. "I love it, your ass is so fucking tight."

"Then do it," I ordered, grabbing the far end of the table and spreading myself as wide as I could. "Fuck my ass, come on, fuck me!"

He grabbed my hips and went wild, sliding back until just the head of his dick was in me and the driving into me hard enough that the whole table jumped, banging into the wall. 

"Oh, god yes, that's it, cum in my ass, do it..."

He slammed into me like that for almost a minute and then I cried out, "OHMYGOD!! I'M CUMMING!"

My son pinned me to the table, his cock all the way inside my ass, he was so deep that I could feel his balls against my cunt, and then my entire body went electric, a full-body orgasm so strong that I yelled out to God again and again and again.

I felt Jeremy throbbing in me, grunting and crying out as he pumped semen into my ass. He pulled back and I felt suddenly empty as he slid too far, and then I felt hot splashes on my ass.

He wasn't done cumming yet!

I spun around and took that dirty cock and put it in my mouth and he was still cumming, even if it was just little dribbles, but I was still cumming too, cumming while I had my son's dirty cock in my mouth after he'd been buggering me in front of my daughter -

Oh god! Terri!

Jeremy's penis fell out of my mouth as I turned to look at the door, but the opening was empty. I don't know when she left, but Terri was gone. We came back inside a little while later and she had left. Her clothes she had worn over were still folded up on by the door, so wherever she went, she went there in her pajamas, but she's an adult, so I'm sure she's fine.

Now me, on the other hand, I'm beyond fine. I'm writing this sitting in my bed, and Jeremy's sleeping next to me. Reliving this as I wrote it all down has gotten me wet again, but my boy needs his sleep.

If he's going to be sleeping in here, though, I should probably get my key back from Mike.



Movie Night Submission



It was Saturday evening and I was bored. I decided to buck my routine and go to the movies. I go to the movies every Sunday morning when it's not crowded and when the prices are cheapest. Hopefully it wouldn't be too crowded. I didn't like people to be too close to my personal space.

I'm deathly shy and totally lacking in self-confidence. I guess that comes from my weight issues. I have always been a little overweight. It sucked being the nerdy, husky kid. And now I'm a chubby adult. I'm 26 years old, 5'8" and just over 200 pounds. I have greenish/hazel eyes and brown hair, which I keep short. If it gets too long, it starts to curl. I also have a light covering of brown hair on my chest, around my belly button, my crotch and legs. For all of that hair on me, I can't grow a decent beard to save my life. I settled for a patch of whiskers on my chin. I also wear small, round, nerdy looking glasses. None of that seems to be very appealing to other guys.

Oh, and my name is Scotty. Yeah. Scotty. How gay is that?

My shyness didn't really help make me any friends in high school or college, either. At least not any long term friends that have wanted to keep in touch with me.

Being a corporate application developer didn't seem to help any, either. The whole group of us at work seemed to be misfits who went off by themselves every day at lunch. We IM'd or e-mailed questions to the person sitting in the next cubicle. Anything to avoid human contact with the other people in the department.

I wrapped my scarf around my neck and put on my winter coat and my hat. I know the beanie cap with the ear flaps didn't help my geek image any, but it keeps my ears warm. I headed to the parking lot and brushed the show off my car while it warmed up and then headed for the theater.

When I got to the theater, I bought my ticket for the latest Harry Potter movie and headed inside. The theater was nice and toasty warm. My glasses instantly fogged up. I pulled my gloves off, took my glasses off and wiped them down. Once I put them back on, and I could see again, I gave the usher my ticket and stood in line for snacks.

I bought a Coke icee and a medium popcorn and looked up at the LED boards to see where my movie was playing.

"We're over here," a voice called out towards my direction.

I looked up to see a guy waving me over to his group. He was in his mid to late twenties, about my age or a little older than me if I had to guess. He was a little bit taller than me as well. I'd say he was 5'11" or 6'0" tall. He had brown hair cut into a crew cut, and a goatee and mustache. He was a little bit chubby like me.

I looked at him, confusion all over my face. I looked behind me to see if he was talking to someone behind me.

"Come on," he said to me. "We're in theater 8."

I looked up at the LED board and my movie was in number 8. I looked back at him and the group of guys he was with. There were about a dozen of them. All big and husky guys, of all different ages. They started moving into the theater and I fell in line behind them. The guy who motioned me over moved up next to me.

"I'm Eric," he said and held out his hand for me to shake.

I juggled my popcorn and drink and quickly shook his hand and he furrowed his brow.

"I don't remember emailing anyone new about tonight," he said. "What's your name again?"

"Scotty-- Er, Scott."

"Well, Scotty Scott," he laughed. "You're not here for the bear club's movie night, are you?"

I shook my head. "No."

"Shit. I'm sorry. Well, I'd love it if you joined us anyway."

He flashed me a very friendly smile and I shrugged and gave him a shy smile back. "Okay."

We piled into a couple of rows and pulled our coats off. I pulled my dorky hat off and smoothed down my hair.

I ended up sitting between Eric and another guy about my age. He was built like me, but with shaggy blond hair.

"I'm Stuart," he said as he offered his hand.

"Scotty," I said as I shook his hand.

Damn. I meant to say 'Scott.'

"Nice to meet you, Scotty. This is my boyfriend, Darrell. And that's Dominic next to him."

Wow. Boyfriend! I glanced around at all the guys and wondered if they were all gay. Of course, they all seemed completely gay now that the thought was planted in my head.

I reached across to shake Darrell's offered hand. Darrell looked like he was in his late twenties. He was heavy set, bigger than Stuart. He had wavy strawberry blond hair and a bushy, but still neat, beard.

I then leaned forward a little and waved to Dominic and my heart skipped a beat and my mouth dried up. The theater lights were dimmed and I really wished I could see him better. He looked to be very handsome. Definitely older than me. Dark hair and light eyes. A full beard, closely trimmed and nicely shaped. I always had an attraction to guys who were a little older than me and I especially liked dark hair with blue eyes. He looked at me for a second with interest, then nodded his head at me. He turned his attention back to the slide show on the screen.

Eric had put his arm around my chair. His finger tips tapped on my shoulder. I turned and looked at him.

"I'll share these M&M's with you if you share your popcorn with me," he said.

"Sure."

He put the yellow bag of Peanut M&Ms in the cup holder between our seats and I held the popcorn between us so we could both eat out of the bag.

I had a smile on my face as the previews started.

* * *

After the movie, I walked out of the theater with Eric.

"You wanna grab a beer?" he asked me.

"Um... Okay, I guess so."

"Cool," he said with a smirk.

Stuart, Darrell and Dominic walked up to us and Darrell told Eric, "Thanks for setting this up."

Stuart said that a new movie was opening up next week and some of the guys talked about going, even though movie night was only once a month.

"I'll take care of it," Eric said.

Stuart and Darrell said goodbye to us, and Darrell gave me a wink. Dominic regarded me for a second, then nodded at me and walked out with Stuart and Darrell.

I walked with Eric out to the parking lot.

"Hey, I have beer at my house," he said. "Why don't we just to my place and save some money?"

"Okay. Sure."

I followed Eric in my car to his apartment. We stomped our snowy feet at the door and I stuffed my cap and gloves into my coat pocket. He took my coat and hung it in the closet with his. We took off our boots and Eric turned up the heat on the thermostat. He grabbed two bottles of beer, one for each of us and we sat down on the couch together.

"So, what did you think of the movie?" he asked.

We talked for a while about the movie, what we liked and what we didn't like. I started to nerd out and analyze the parallels to what was happening in the world today, when I noticed that Eric started to zone out.

"Sorry," I said with a blush.

"Nah, that's okay. You're kinda cute when you get excited."

"Really?" I said, knowing that I was blushing even harder.

"Yeah," he said quietly.

He moved in closer and pressed his lips against mine.

It was my first ever real kiss. I let him lead me and I tried to copy him and return his kisses with equal passion. It was all a blur. I don't know if it was the beer, but my body felt like it was on fire. He was touching and kissing me, making out with me. A part of me wanted to stop and slow down, but another part of me was horny and desperate.

Guess which part won?

Eric took my hand and led me to his bedroom. We fell onto his bed and kissed and made out. My hand ran up and down his soft chest and belly and then he was tugging my shirt off. I immediately felt self-conscious, but the way he touched and kissed my chest made me feel so good. When his tongue flicked over my nipple, I about jumped off the bed.

Soon we were unbuckling and unbuttoning our pants.

"I'm not very hung," he whispered.

I thought it was strange that he would say that, but I didn't really care.

"That's okay," I said and we both chuckled nervously.

His dick was almost five inches, shorter than my six and a quarter, but it was a little thicker. His had a small head, but mine was kind of skinny. We were both circumcised. Mine was dripping a lot more pre-come than his.

We laid on our sides kissing as we touched each others dicks. This was the extent of my previous sexual experience. A mutual hand job with a drunk boy at a party in college. I hoped it was going further.

I thought I was going to spontaneously combust when Eric started sliding down my body, kissing down my chest and stomach. He lifted my hard dick from my belly and looked at it for a moment. Then I felt the hot wetness of his mouth engulf it and I thought I had died and gone to heaven. He bobbed his head up and down and sucked.

My body shuddered and I grabbed fistfuls of the sheets as my head thrashed back and forth.

"Eric... I'm... Oh god!"

My body tensed up hard and then exploded in intense relief. I gasped for air as I spurt my come into his sucking mouth. He drained every drop and then swallowed.

"Come here," Eric growled as he got up and stood next to the bed. He grabbed me and pushed me down to my knees in front of him.

"Suck me," he said.

I took hold of his cock and pulled it down towards my mouth. I licked up the bottom of it and licked around the head. I looked up at him nervously. His hand moved to the back of my hand and he pulled me closer. I took the head into my mouth and Eric pushed his hips forward. More of his dick slid into my mouth and I sucked just like he had done to me. I tentatively moved up and down his shaft at first, then became more and more confident in what I was doing.

Just when I was getting the hang of it, Eric pulled me up to my feet and kissed me.

"I wanna fuck you, Scotty."

He turned me around bent me over the bed. He spread my legs apart and I felt cold gel being spread between my cheeks.

I knew in my gut that I should have stopped him and said 'no'. But I didn't. It felt good to be wanted, and I wanted him too. I didn't want to be a 26 year-old virgin.

His finger slid into me and I moaned. He slowly slid it in and out. I panted and closed my eyes. He pulled out and pushed two fingers in.

"Oh god," I groaned as my virgin hole throbbed in pain.

Eric held his fingers still for a second, and the pain slowly faded away. His fingers thrust in and out, twisting and stretching. He wiggled them inside me and I whimpered in discomfort.

"Yeah, you like that?" he grunted.

Three fingers pushed into me and I gripped the sheets. "Eric... Wait..."

"Breathe deep," he said. "Relax."

He moved his fingers in and out of me until I was moaning in pleasure. I looked back at him when he pulled them out. He grabbed a condom and rolled it onto his dick. He poured lube on it and then poured more lube into my crack.

Eric put one hand on my back and pushed down. The head of his dick pushed into my ass with a pop.

"Oh my god," I groaned in pain. It felt like Eric was splitting me in two. "Eric, stop."

Eric held still and rubbed his hands up and down my back as tears ran down my cheeks.

"Breathe," he said. "Relax."

I was breathing hard and the pain slowly became a dull throb. Eric started moving slowly in and out, and I groaned quietly as the pain surged with each thrust.

"You're tight," he groaned.

He grabbed my hips and pushed in and out of me, moving faster and faster. In less than a minute, he cried out.

"Oh, fuck!" he shouted.

His cock stiffened and throbbed and Eric's movements slowed and then stopped completely.

Eric collapsed onto my back and laid there until his breathing evened out. I closed my eyes and relaxed. I wasn't a virgin anymore. But it wasn't like I thought it would be. It was uncomfortable and it hurt and it was kind of awkward. However, I really liked the closeness of his body, the way he was laying on top of me right now.

He pushed back up and slipped out of me. He tied the condom off and tossed it into the trash.

"That was good," he said. "Um... That wasn't your first time, was it?"

"Yeah," I said, rolling into my back. "Thanks, Eric."

Eric laughed and said, "My pleasure."

Eric moved up onto the bed and stifled a yawn. He looked over at the alarm clock on his nightstand. "I need to get your phone number and email address before you go."

"Sure," I said with a smile, hopeful that there would be a next time.

Eric pulled a pen and pad of paper from his nightstand drawer and I wrote down my name, cell and email address.

We kissed for a little bit and then I got dressed and headed home for the night.

* * *

I got the email blast invite on Tuesday from Eric for movie night on Saturday, followed by another personal email that said he really hoped that I was coming. I was grinning as I replied that I would be there.

I had been anticipating movie night all week and now that it was here, I was really nervous. When I stepped into the warm theater I had to pull my glasses off and wipe them off.

"Hey, Scotty," a familiar voice called out.

I squinted at the blur and put my glasses on. Stuart, Darrell and Dominic walked in and we gave our tickets to the usher and got our snacks. We made our way down the hall to the theaters to find our group. I smiled when I saw Eric, but my smile quickly faded.

He was talking to another young guy I didn't remember seeing last time. They were standing close and looked like they were flirting. The guy was smiling bashfully and hanging on Eric's every word like a desperate school girl.

I cringed. Shit. Is that what I looked like last week?

I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole. I cleared my throat nervously as I tried to blink back the tears. I wasn't upset so much as embarrassed.

"Sorry, Scotty," Stuart said quietly. "Eric likes the newbies. I would have warned you, if I knew..."

"And Stuart should know," Darrell chuckled. "Eric got Stuart's cherry two years ago."

"Hey!" Stuart pouted.

My face paled and my stomach flip-flopped. They all looked at me. I'm sure my expression told them everything that happened.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry," Darrell apologized. "I got a big mouth. Don't pay any attention to me."

"Fuckin' Eric," Dominic spat under his breath.

I looked up Dominic in shock. It was the first time I had heard him speak.

"This ain't supposed to be his personal dating service," he grumbled in a deep voice.

"Don't let him bring you down," Stuart said to me. "You can hang out with us tonight."

"Thanks, guys," I smiled.

We walked into the theater and all three of them gave Eric a dirty look as we passed him. I looked down at the floor and didn't make eye contact with him.

I ended up sitting between Stuart and Dominic in the theater and Stuart and I chatted quietly during the slide show before the previews. Dominic quietly listened, but didn't speak.

When the lights dimmed as the previews started, I leaned over to Dominic and quietly told him, "Dominic, you can have some of my popcorn if you want."

I held the bag between us so he could reach. I smiled at him and he smiled back and took a handful of popcorn.

At some point, our hands touched in the popcorn bag and I felt a shock travel up my arm and into my body. The energy went straight to my groin where my dick twitched and quickly filled with blood. In the darkness, I looked up at him and saw that he was looking down at me. He jerked his hand away and turned back to the screen, but I could see he had a little smile on his face.

After the movie Darrell wanted to go grab a coffee, so the four of us headed to a nearby coffee shop. We sipped our warm drinks and talked and laughed. Even Mr. Strong-and-Silent Dominic joined in. After talking about the movie, we shared personal details about ourselves so that they could get to know me better and I could learn more about them.

Stuart owned a flower shop, which Darrell teased him relentlessly about. Stuart was 27, a year older than me.

Darrell was a lawyer and 31 years old, about to be 32. He and Stuart have been dating about a year and a half, and living together for nearly a year now. They were a really cute couple. Darrell teased Stuart a lot, but I could tell that he adored and loved him. I hoped someday that I would have that.

Dominic -- who hated to be called Dom, but didn't mind Nic -- was an engineer for the county. He was 42 years old. I wouldn't have guessed him that old. But in the light, I could see his black hair was graying a touch around the temples. His beard also had flecks of gray in it. His hair was thinning on the crown of his head and his hairline was also receding. The little tuft of hair in front was really cute to me. His eyes were a bright blue that seemed to sparkle.

I realized that I had been smiling the whole time. I wondered if this is what it would be like to have real friends.

While I wanted these three guys to be my friends, I felt a little strange around Dominic. He was so manly, so masculine. I really wanted him to like me, even more so than Stuart and Darrell.

Dominic finished his black coffee and said, "I'm gonna get a refill."

"I'll get it for you, Dominic," I offered.

Dominic looked at me and the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk. I gave him a blushing smile and grabbed his cup and went up to the counter. I returned the freshly filled cup to Dominic and set it down in front of him.

"Thanks, Scotty," he said.

"You're welcome."

I sat down and took a drink of my latte. Dominic was watching me intently as he sipped his coffee. I looked up at him over the rim of my cup and smiled.

The conversation turned to a discussion of bear culture, which I found fascinating.

"I'm a bear and Stu is my cub," Darrell said.

"So cubs are younger bears?" I asked.

"Well... Pretty much. But it can also imply a more passive partner."

"Ooh. So clinical," Stuart said with a chuckle.

"Watch it, Stewie," Darrell warned him. He sounded mad, but he had a playful smile on his face.

"So, would I be a cub?" I asked. "I got a little bit of hair on my chest, but I'm not real hairy. I can't grow a beard either."

"Definitely a cub," Dominic said, while staring a hole into me. His intense gaze made me look away. I felt my cheeks flushing a little bit and my ears felt hot, but I felt happy inside.

Somehow the conversation turned to coming out. After hearing their coming out stories, I was embarrassed to tell them that I hadn't come out to my parents yet. They were all very supportive and said that when the time was right, I would do it. And all three insisted that they would be there to help me with whatever I needed. I thanked them and swiped under my eye before the tear could fall.

After we finished dinner and talking, I exchanged hugs with my new friends. Stuart and I traded phone numbers and then I headed home.

* * *

The next week, Stuart called me and invited me to meet the three of them again for dinner on Saturday.

I arrived at the restaurant on Saturday just after Stuart and Darrell. When Darrell went to the restroom, Stuart leaned in close.

"What do you think of Dominic?" he asked quietly.

"He's nice."

"'Nice'?"

"Yeah. And he's hot," I said with a blush and a giggle.

"So you do like older guys then?"

"I've never been with an older guy before -- I mean, I've only been with, you know. But I have always been attracted to older guys... like Dominic."

"Nic is very dominant. He likes younger, submissive guys."

I wanted to ask him more, but Darrell returned to the table and Dominic arrived at the same time.

Throughout dinner, I caught Dominic staring intently at me a couple of times and I would blush and look down.

I thought of what Stuart said. Dominic likes younger, submissive guys. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that was definitely me. That was what I felt when I was around him. I wanted to please Dominic.




Movie Night Submission



The four of us had a really good time at dinner and we made plans to meet again soon.

As we walked out into the parking lot to our cars, I pulled my hat out of my coat pocket. I went to pull it over my cold head when my feet slid out from under me. I didn't even see the ice patch. I felt myself flying through the air, but I was caught by Dominic. His arms scooped under my armpits and he pulled me up to him and settled me on my feet.

My face felt warm with embarrassment as Stuart and Darrell looked at me in shock.

"You okay?" Stuart asked.

I nodded. I realized that I was leaning back against Dominic. I could feel his warm breath on the back of my head.

I took a small step away from him and he bent down and picked up my hat. He moved around to stand in front of me and dusted the snow off the hat. I looked up at him and looked into his deep blue eyes. Damn, he was tall. Damn, he was hot.

He took the hat and put it on my head, making sure my ears were covered. My eyes never left his.

"There ya go," he said, as he smoothed down the back of my head with his black leather gloved hand.

He straightened the collar on my coat and tugged the zipper up all the way. "You need to watch where you're going... Boy."

That one spoken word, and the tone in which he said it, caused a physical reaction in me. Boy. I shuddered as I felt warmth spread throughout my body. I was grateful my coat covered my crotch as my dick started to push against my jeans.

"Thank you," I said in a quivering whisper.

He looked down at me, and his mouth turned up in a smug grin. He was pleased.

* * *

I was pleasantly surprised when Stuart called me the next day. He said it was slow at the shop and he was bored, so we chatted on the phone for quite a while. Then he casually mentioned that Dominic called him the night before.

"Really? What did he say?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"He was asking about you."

"Oh?" I said. My voice quivered, betraying my attempt to sound calm and cool. "What did you tell him?"

"I told him he should talk to you."

Stuart called me again later in the week and to finalize plans for dinner on Saturday. By the time Saturday came around, I wasn't nervous, but I was very excited.

When I showed up at the restaurant on Saturday, I thought I looked pretty good in my jeans, a baby blue button down shirt with a dark blue argyle sweater vest.

The four of us settled into a comfortable rhythm of conversation during dinner. At one point, Stuart and Darrell headed to the bathroom. Stuart gave me a knowing smile as they left.

Dominic cleared his throat. "Scotty, you wanna grab some coffee after this?"

"Sure, Dominic."

"I meant just us. You and me."

"Oh. Okay," I grinned.

After dinner, my friends and I bundled up and exchanged hugs in the parking lot. Stuart and Darrell waved as they got into their pickup truck.

"Follow me," Dominic said quietly as we turned and walked through the parking lot to our cars. When we got to my little blue Toyota, he opened the door for me and when I got myself situated, he squeezed my hand and then shut the door.

I followed his Audi SUV in my car to a café and coffee shop a few blocks away. He held open the door for me and let me walk in first. He asked me what I wanted to drink, then told me to go save us a table.

"That one in the back corner?" he suggested.

I made my way to the table in the back corner. I pulled off my hat and shoved it into my coat pocket. I hung my coat on the back of my chair and sat down. I smoothed down my hair, which was feeling a little static clingy from my hat, then wiped the condensation off my glasses.

Dominic returned a few moments later with our drinks and sat down next to me.

"Cheers," he said with a smirk and held his mug up.

I laughed and tapped my mug to his and took a drink of the latte. Dominic was staring intensely at my mouth as I drank. He reached up to my face and his fingers moved under my chin as his thumb slowly swiped over my bottom lip, capturing the whipped cream in the corner. His hand was warm and I really wanted him to keep it on my face. He pulled his hand away and I watched him kiss the cream off his thumb.

I swallowed nervously as I watched his mouth. His tongue peeked out of his full red lips, licking away the excess moisture. A shiver tickled my spine.

We watched each other drink for a while until he finally leaned in close to me. I could feel his hot breath in my ear as he whispered, "You wanna come home with me tonight, boy?"

"Yes, sir," I whispered automatically, as my body trembled.

Dominic leaned back in his chair and a grin slowly spread across his mouth.

"Good boy," he said simply.

I quickly finished my latte and sat there nervously while Dominic took his time drinking his coffee. When he finally finished, I got up and followed him out to the parking lot. He gave me quick directions to his house and we traded cell phone numbers in case I lost him on the way.

To say I was nervous when I arrived at his house was an understatement. I stomped the snow off my boots on his porch, then followed him inside. He took my coat and hung it up in the hall closet.

Dominic gave me a tour of his home, and I was very impressed. Everything was neat and clean. The two-story, four bedroom house seemed to be very large for just Dominic. We ended the tour in the family room, where he motioned for me to sit on the couch with him.

He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to him.

"I'm very particular about my partners, Scotty," he said to me. "I like them submissive and eager to please. I'm not talking master and slave play. I want to give you pleasure, not pain. Do you understand?"

"I... I think so. Do you mean, like, you want me to..." I cleared my throat before adding in a whisper, "be on the bottom?"

"Yes. I want you to submit to me. Do as I tell you, immediately without question. I may get a little bit rough, but I promise I will NEVER hurt you. I will not abuse you, degrade you or humiliate you. At anytime, if I do something you don't like, you tell me to stop and I will stop immediately. I get tested regularly and I am clean. I never have more than one partner at a time and I don't share. Are you okay with this?"

"Yes," I quietly replied.

"Good."

Dominic leaned down and kissed me. He pulled me tight to him and opened his mouth. He kissed me slowly and sensually, pushing his tongue into my mouth. His tongue took charge and pushed and prodded its way around my mouth. His kisses turned harder and more demanding. His lips and teeth pushed into me, trying to devour me.

He pulled away from me, leaving me breathless. He stood up and pulled me to my feet.

"My room. Now," he growled.

I hurried up the stairs with him right behind me, guiding me down the hallway. I stepped into his dark bedroom and waited for him. He turned on his nightstand light.

"Come here, boy. I know what you want. I know what you need. I knew it when I first saw you... saw the way you looked at me..."

I didn't think he wanted me, but he did. The thought made me very happy, but also made me even more nervous. I stepped in front of him. He looked me up and down, then started to take my clothes off. I felt exposed and vulnerable standing naked in front of him. I wanted so much for him to be pleased with me. Despite my nerves, my dick stood at attention between my legs, all six inches straight up against my belly. I let my arms hang at my sides, unsure of what to do.

He ran his fingers through the light patch of hair in the middle of my chest, then rubbed my soft tummy.

"Fucking adorable, my little cub."

I beamed. My grin was so bright it could have lit the room. I let out a breath as my nerves steadied somewhat.

"Undress me," he commanded.

I pulled his flannel shirt off and dropped it onto my pile of clothes. His wife-beater undershirt came off next. My knees buckled when I saw his body. His beefy torso was covered in curly black hair. I ran my hands down him, raking my fingers through the coarse hair. I unbuckled his jeans and unzipped them and pushed them down the floor.

I was squatting in front of him when I pulled his boxer briefs off. His huge cock sprang up and it bobbed in front of my face and I let out an involuntary moan. He was big. Long. Thick. Uncut.

I looked up at him, staring into his blue eyes. His right hand grabbed around his dick, pulling the skin back to expose the head. He pushed it down with his thumb, pointing it towards my mouth.

His voice was deep and husky when he commanded me with one word. "Suck."

I whimpered and moved my head forward. I opened my mouth and took him inside. I wrapped my lips in a tight seal and sucked on it as I slid my head back and forth. I swirled my tongue all over the shaft and the head as I sucked and bobbed.

Dominic grabbed my shoulders and stepped back. His cock slid out of my mouth with a pop.

"You got a hot mouth, boy."

He let me suck him for a while, then he stepped back. I moaned in disappointment and pushed forward on my knees, trying to get him back. He grabbed under my arms and pushed me back onto the bed. I scooted back into the middle of the bed as he moved on top of me. I let out a ragged breath. I loved the feeling of his big, warm body on me.

"Dominic..."

He kissed up my neck to my ear. His hot breath and whiskers made me shudder.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, boy," he whispered into my ear.

I moaned and grabbed his back, pulling him closer to me.

He slid down my body and licked and sucked my nipples. I moaned and whimpered, thrusting my chest up, grabbing at his shoulders and his head. I was on the verge of falling apart when he slid down. His tongue flicked all over my dick, teasing me. I pushed my hips up, wanting to feel his mouth on me.

"Please, Nic," I whispered.

"Mm-mmm," he grunted as he shook his head.

I whimpered in frustration, pushing my hips back up. His hands moved to my hips and pushed me back down to the bed. I couldn't move my hips as his tongue flicked all over my balls and sack. My dick jerked and pre-come oozed out onto my belly. Dominic was driving me crazy with his teasing. I wanted to come so bad.

His face pressed under my balls and his tongue swiped up my crack.

"Oh god," I moaned.

Dominic's hands pushed harder onto my hips so that I couldn't move. His tongue was licking and pushing into me. He rubbed his bearded face all over my ass crack while grunting and groaning.

I never imagined that it would feel so good. I was clawing at the bed, trying to reach down to Dominic, trying to grab anything I could as I writhed on the bed. I just couldn't take it anymore. I reached down and grabbed my dick. Dominic pulled away and grabbed my hand.

He climbed over me and grabbed my wrists and pinned my hands above my head.

"Don't you ever touch yourself without my permission," he growled. "You understand me, boy?"

I whimpered and nodded my head.

"From now on, you only come from my hand, my mouth or my cock. You hear me, boy?"

I nodded my head again. His hands tightened around my wrists.

"Say it!" he demanded.

"I understand, Nic," I whimpered. "I promise."

Dominic bent down and kissed me hard until I was breathless. He pulled my glasses off and set them on the nightstand.

"Turn over," he husked into my ear.

He helped me turn over onto my belly and he knelt between my legs, sitting back on his heels. His warm hands were on my ass, kneading and massaging and spreading. He suddenly got up from the bed. He grabbed a towel out of the bathroom, then opened the nightstand drawer. He pulled out a big bottle of lube.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax as he moved back onto the bed. He had me get up so that he could spread the towel out underneath me, and I laid back down on the towel.

I felt his slippery fingers sliding up and down my crack, rubbing over my hole. He pushed his middle finger in nice and slow and I moaned softly into the pillow. He started moving his finger, slowly finger fucking me with it. He twisted and turned it, then wiggled it inside me. It brushed over something inside me and I bucked underneath him, letting out a deep moan.

"Yeah, that's the spot," he said.

He kept pushing and rubbing his finger against the spot, my prostate. I was panting and writhing around on the bed. My dick was hard and throbbing, pushing against the sheets. I whimpered in pleasure. This was nothing like my experience with Eric. I realized that this is what it was supposed to be like. Dominic was experienced. He knew what he was doing. Like he said, he wanted to give me pleasure.

"You ready for another finger, boy?"

"Yes. Please, Dominic..."

Dominic pushed a second finger into me and continued to stretch me and prepare me. He soon had a third finger inside me and he was pumping me hard and fast. I could feel the pressure building inside my balls. They tightened into my body and I gripped the pillow with my fists.

Suddenly he pulled his fingers out. I turned my head back and looked up at him. He lowered his big body on top of me. His hairy chest and stomach pressed into my back. I could feel his hard dick in my crack. It felt so big, so warm.

He growled into my ear, "Ready for my cock, boy?"

"Yes," I breathed.

I wanted him so bad, but I was a little bit scared. He was bigger than Eric. A lot bigger.

Dominic must have sensed my fear. He kissed my cheek tenderly and rubbed my head. "I won't hurt you, Scotty," he whispered softly and gently. "Never hurt you. Don't be nervous. Relax and breathe deep."

I closed my eyes and took a long deep breath. I heard Dominic spreading the lube on his dick and then he smeared a little more into my hole. He moved on top of me and I spread my legs wider for him.

I felt the hot head press against me and I tensed up.

"Relax, Scotty. Breath slow and deep and push out. Remember what I said. I won't hurt you. Breathe..."

I did as he asked and he pushed into me. I gasped as the pain shot through my body. It burned and cramped and I cried out. Dominic's arms moved under me and he held me tight to his chest. He kissed the side of my neck, then ran his lips across my skin. His beard tickled my neck and shoulder.

"Shh... It's okay. You're okay," he whispered.

My breathing slowed and the pain dissipated. I brought my hands under my chest and grabbed onto Dominic's arms as the tension in my body released. Dominic must have felt my muscle relaxing, because he started to move.

He very slowly pulled his hips back until his dick was about to slip out of me. In a smooth and steady motion, he pushed back in, rubbing over my prostate. I gasped and called out his name as an intense burst of pleasure hit me.

Dominic started thrusting in and out of my ass, slowly building up speed.

"Christ, you're fucking tight," he whispered into my ear. "So hot, so wet. I'm gonna make you my boy. You wanna be my cub?"

"Yes, Dominic. Please. I wanna be yours."

"Yeah, you're MY cub now. This ass belongs to me."

Dominic held me tight, his body covering mine completely. He was fucking me now. Hard and fast. Every thrust slid past my prostate. Every time he bottomed out, a high-pitched whimper escaped my mouth. He alternated his long strokes with short strokes. He'd twist and thrust his hips. Dominic was breathing loudly as he rocked his hips into me. I was in heaven. I was his. I would do anything he wanted.

"Yes," I moaned. "Yes..."

I felt the pressure quickly building up. My balls pulled up into my body and my dick throbbed. I gripped Dominic's arms tighter under my chest as my toes curled and pushed into the mattress. My body started to tremble.

"Oh god, don't stop. I'm gonna shoot, Nic," I cried out. "I can't hold it!"

"Fuck yeah," he grunted. "You're a hot little slut. Come for me, boy. Gonna make you come with my cock!"

"Oh yes, I'm coming! Dominic!"

Dominic slammed into me relentlessly. My body tensed up and I exploded, spurting into the towel below me.

Dominic grunted and groaned. His breathing was hard and fast. With a roar, he pushed up away from me and pulled out. I turned my head back to look at him fisting his cock. The first blast of come shot out in a long rope and splattered all over my neck and back. The second hit the side of my head. He shot several more times, covering my back with pools of hot semen. It was just like in a porn movie. I felt a little dirty, but in a good way.

Dominic collapsed onto my back, squishing his jizz into our bodies. He peppered my neck and shoulders with small kisses. "Good cub," he whispered.

I laid there with my eyes closed, relaxing into the mattress and let out a little giggle. I felt amazing. I felt free and alive. Dominic slicked back my sweaty hair and kissed my temple.

"You wanna take a shower?" he asked as he ran his finger over my chin whiskers.

I opened my eyes and nodded.

He helped me up off the bed. He grabbed the sperm soaked towel and tossed it into the dirty clothes basket.

I followed him into the bathroom, where he turned on the shower. We stepped into the shower stall and he took me in his arms. He held me under the hot water for a few minutes. I felt like I could fall asleep right then and there as he hugged me and peppered the top and sides of my head with light kisses. I reluctantly let go of him when he pulled back to grab the soap. We washed and rinsed each other and then got out of the shower and dried off.

Dominic hung our wet towels on the rack to dry and took my hand. "Come on."

I followed him like a puppy to the bedroom and then back into his bed. He spooned up behind me and pulled me tight to his warm, furry chest.

"Go to sleep, baby," he said groggily.

It was the most perfect feeling of belonging I had ever felt. I felt his body relax and he started to snore. I ran my fingers through the dark curly hair on his forearms until I finally succumbed to sleep.

* * *

I woke the next morning curled up next to Dominic. He was on his back with his right arm covering his eyes, mouth open, and snoring.

The blankets covered him up to his chest. I ran my hand over his soft furry body, down his chest and stomach.

I realized that Dominic was no longer snoring and I looked up to see him watching me. He pushed the blankets back, exposing his hard seven-and-a-half inches. His meaty hand moved to the back of my head and he gently pushed.

My lips automatically parted as the head of his dick pushed into my mouth. My lips pushed the foreskin back and his cock sank into my mouth. I moved up and down on his dick with my mouth and hand. As I became more confident in what I was doing, I started to use my tongue more, twisting it around the head and swirling it around the shaft. Dominic seemed to like that, judging by the moans and groans he was making.

"Suck it harder, Scotty. Faster."

I did as he asked and I felt him stiffen even harder in my mouth. A gush of sweet pre-come flooded my mouth and I hummed in delight.

"Oh, fuck, baby. You're gonna get my load. Swallow it, boy."

I sucked his cock until he blasted into my mouth, and I did what he asked, swallowing every drop.

Dominic pulled me up and kissed me, then rolled me over onto my back. His head moved down and sucked my dick into his mouth. He pushed his finger into my ass.

"Oh god," I moaned as he sucked up and down the length of my shaft and fucked me with his finger. I gripped his shoulders tightly. I was so turned on, there was no way I could even try to hold back.

"Dominic... I'm gonna come..."

I cried out and bucked up into his mouth, spurting my seed onto his swirling tongue.

He crawled on top of me and took me in his arms. We kissed slowly and gently.

"Nothing like a good blowjob to start the morning," he said and we both laughed.




Movie Night Submission



We got out of bed and put our underwear on. After taking care of our bathroom needs, I followed Dominic to the kitchen.

Dominic patted the breakfast bar counter. "Sit down, Scotty," he said and I sat down at one of the stools at the breakfast bar and watched him.

He started a pot of coffee, then fried up some bacon and scrambled some eggs. We then sat down together and had a quiet breakfast.

"Why don't we head to your place and get you a change of clothes, then we can hang out today?" he said.

"Sure. That would be great."

And that's what we did. In fact, over the next couple of weeks, we saw each other several times. We went out and had dinner together, and got to know each other.

We always spent the night together at his house. Sex with Dominic was incredible. His kiss or touch could make me come undone. I loved how sexually aggressive he was. I went from being a virgin to a little horndog practically overnight. But I was only horny for Dominic. I worshiped the bigger, older man. He was so manly and sexy to me.

The Friday before the next movie night, we went out to dinner and then headed back to his place. I could tell that Dominic was really horny and it really turned me on that he wanted me so bad. As soon as we got back to his place, he was ready. He dragged me up the stairs to his bedroom.

"Get your clothes off, put this on, and get into bed."

Dominic opened his top drawer and pulled out a white jockstrap, an old style Bike jock. He tossed it to me and I caught it. It was brand new. He obviously bought it just for me. My dick started to leak in my jeans at the thought of wearing it for him.

While Dominic went downstairs and locked up the house, I got a towel from the bathroom and quickly undressed. I pulled the jockstrap on and adjusted the waist and straps. I hadn't work a jockstrap since middle school gym class. I was in bed by the time he came into the bedroom.

I watched Dominic get undressed. His thick inches were already jutting out from his hairy crotch and I drew in a ragged breath at the sight. I was as hot as he was. I wanted him inside me so bad.

"Turn over," he ordered as he got onto the bed.

"Yes, sir," I said as I flipped over onto my belly.

"You are so fucking hot," he growled as he ran his hands over my bare ass. "You're gonna be the fucking end of me, boy."

The fact that he was so turned on by me made me grin like an idiot. He flipped me over onto my back and my grin fell away as he squeezed my cock in the pouch. My head fell back and I let out a ragged moan as he crawled on top of me and pushed my legs apart. I put my hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down to me and we kissed deeply and made out.

"Do you trust me, Scotty?"

"Yes, Nic. Of course I do."

He got up and opened the bottom drawer of his nightstand and pulled out a length of thin, white rope, almost like a clothesline. He sat down next to me. I stared at the rope wide-eyed. A shudder went through my body at the thought of him tying me up. It excited the hell out of me, but at the same time scared the crap out of me. I looked up into Dominic's eyes for reassurance.

"Remember I promised you that I'd never hurt you?" he asked gently.

"Yes," I nodded. "You know I trust you, Nic."

"If you don't like it, tell me to stop."

I nodded and he leaned down and gave me a quick kiss. He smiled at me for a moment, then his smile faded as he went into 'business' mode.

He reached into the nightstand and pulled out two wrist sweat bands. He put them on my wrists, then tied the rope around my right wrist. He didn't want to bruise or burn my wrists.

"Lay back, boy," he growled.

I relaxed back as he looped the rope through the slats in the headboard. He pulled so that my arms were above my head, then tied my left wrist.

I laid there trembling as Dominic moved on top of me. He pushed my legs apart, settling between me.

He slid a lubed finger into my ass as he sucked my neck, then moved down to my nipples. He pulled the pouch of the jock aside and licked down the length of my shaft, taking each of my balls into his mouth.

I shuddered and gripped the rope with my hands.

"Nic, please," I begged.

"No talking," he grunted.

I bit my bottom lip as he moved down and started to rim me.

"You smell so fucking good," he groaned into my ass.

I whimpered and thrashed my head back and forth as he drove me crazy with his tongue. He licked his tongue up my sack and my shaft. He sunk down to the root and sucked hard as he pulled up.

My body quivered and I couldn't help but moan. "Oh god, Nic."

He pulled away from me and I whimpered, "Please..."

He narrowed his eyes at me. "I said no talking, boy."

I pressed my lips together and nodded frantically.

Dominic got up and grabbed his boxer briefs off the floor. He moved back on top of me and kissed me hard.

He pushed back and rolled up the briefs and pushed them into my mouth. My eyes widened as he tied them around the back of my head, gagging me. He looked down at me. His chest heaved and his eyes were filled with lust. I looked back at him and nodded that I was okay.

He maneuvered my dick back into the pouch of the jockstrap, then pushed my legs back towards my chest. I wrapped them around his waist. I moaned into the makeshift gag as his thick cock slid into me. Having taken him inside me many times over the past three weeks, the pain was minimal and it quickly faded to pleasure as he pushed against my prostate.

Dominic started thrusting into me and I pushed back against him. He dropped his body onto me and wrapped his arms around me. His mouth clamped onto my neck and chewed and sucked hard on my skin as he relentlessly pounded his hips into my ass.

I whimpered and bit down on his briefs as he slammed hard into me. His hips slapped loudly against mine. The bed frame shook underneath us.

I could feel him panting into my ear. "I'm gonna come," he grunted. "I'm gonna fucking come!"

I moaned and arched my back up. My body shuddered and I gripped the ropes tight and screamed into Dominic's underwear as my dick exploded. I came harder than I ever had in my life, unloading my thick load into the jockstrap pouch. My tight hot tunnel contracted rhythmically around his thick thrusting cock and Dominic cried out my name. He pushed into me and his body convulsed as his dick jerked and pulsed inside me. He was coming inside me, shooting his hot load deep into my guts for the first time.

"Oh fuck, baby," he groaned. "So good..."

I shuddered underneath him. Dominic's arms tightened around me.

He pulled the makeshift gag out of my mouth. I stretched my jaw and licked my lips.

"You okay, Scotty? I wasn't too rough?" he asked tenderly.

"No. I'm okay. Better than okay," I panted.

He nuzzled his beard and lips against my neck, kissing my skin lightly. His cock finally softened and slipped out of me, and a torrent of his come spilled out.

He untied my wrists and pulled the wrist bands off. He rubbed and massaged each of my wrists to get the blood flowing. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight.

"I couldn't pull out," he whispered. "It felt like your ass was sucking my cock into your body."

"You were amazing, Nic. You make me feel so good."

I reached up and scratched his beard with my fingers and smiled at him. He looked down at me and I saw a twinkle in his eyes in the way he looked at me.

Dominic pulled the towel out from under me and wiped me down between my legs. He pulled the jock strap back and wiped it out. He tucked my soft dick back into the pouch. He wiped his dick and then tossed the towel onto the floor.

He pulled me to his chest and spooned behind me.

"I want you to wear only jocks from now on."

"Yes, sir. I would love to do that for you."

"Good boy. Night, Scotty."

"Night."

I snuggled back against Nic as he started snoring behind me.

* * *

When we arrived at the theater the next night, I was a little bit nervous. We got our snacks and joined the group. We greeted everyone and said hi. As Eric walked in, Dominic moved close to me. His hand moved to my back, and slid down to the small of my back, resting just above my butt. His little finger slid underneath the waist of my pants and fingered the three inch band of the new jockstrap he bought me. He slid his hand back up to the small of my back and let it stay there.

He was letting Eric and everyone else know that I was his.

Eric glanced at us and quickly turned away when he saw Dominic narrow his eyes and scowl at him.

Stuart's mouth dropped open when he walked up to us. "Are you guys...?"

"We're dating," I said with a grin.

"Scotty is my cub," Nic said.

His hand moved up to my hair and he rubbed the back of my head. His arm moved around my shoulder and he pulled me closer in a sideways hug, causing me to giggle.

Darrell walked up and handed Stuart a big drink.

"Hey, guys," he said. He saw how close we were standing to each other and he grinned widely. "Congratulations," he said.

"Thanks," I said with a grin.

After that weekend, things changed between Dominic and myself. We became even closer, even more intimate. We saw each other almost every day and spent the night together almost as often. He loved to fuck me at night and loved a blowjob in the morning.

We were in love, though neither of us said it. Well, I was head over heels in love with him and I was confident that he felt the same way. There was just something in his eyes when he looked at me.

One thing I loved about Dominic, besides for how hot he was, was how sweet he was. Yes, he was very dominant and aggressive in bed. Amazing in bed. But he was also very gentle and loving. He always put me first. Even the little things he did, showed me how much he cared about me.

He always held open doors for me, letting me enter first. He would even open the door of his SUV for me. He was always touching me. He would hold my hand whenever we were alone together. He would almost always let me pick the movies we watched.

We had been dating for about four months and things were great between us. The only time we got into a fight had to do with the fact that I wasn't out to my parents.

I had just arrived at Dominic's house after work. He pulled me to him and kissed me hard.

"Go watch some TV," he said as he gave my butt a smack. "I gotta finish up this report and then we can go."

I smiled at him and he returned to the dining room table where his work laptop was setup. I sat down on the couch and picked up the remote when my phone rang. I looked at the screen and groaned inward when I saw that it was my mom.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Scotty, you're alive!" she exclaimed sarcastically.

I sighed. "Hi, mom. Of course I'm alive."

"I just wasn't sure since you haven't called me in over two weeks."

"I'm sorry, Mom. I've just been busy lately."

I glanced across the room at Dominic. He was working on his laptop, but he lifted his eyes and smirked at me.

"I want you to come over for dinner tonight," Mom said. "I'm making a pork roast."

"Oh... I can't. I have plans with a friend."

"We haven't seen you in over a month. You can go out with your friends any time. I won't take no for an answer."

"But--"

"No buts."

"Okay," I sighed.

"Hurry up. Dinner'll be ready soon. Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone and stood up and grabbed my keys.

"I gotta go," I said to Dominic as I pulled my jacket on.

Dominic frowned at me. "What's up?"

"Mom wants me to come over for dinner."

"So, you're just gonna go, just like that?"

"It's my mom. She insisted. What am I supposed to say?"

"You could say 'I'm sorry, Mom, but I already have plans with my boyfriend' or I'd even take 'I'm sorry, Dominic'."

"That's not fair! My mom doesn't know about me. You know that. And I am sorry."

"Okay. I'll see you around then."

He looked back down at this laptop screen and began typing. I could see that he was mad and now he was ignoring me.

I slumped my shoulders and sighed. I walked up to him and moved behind him and bent down and put my arms around his neck.

"I'm sorry, Nic. I'll tell them soon. I promise. Please don't be mad at me."

He sighed, then bent his head down and kissed my arm.

"When you're done at your parents, I want you to come directly back here. When you walk in the door, you will utter not one word. You are to go directly to my bedroom, take your clothes off -- except for your jock -- and you damn well be better wearing a jock..."

He paused to hook his finger in the waistband of my jeans and check. I was indeed wearing a jockstrap.

"...You will get onto my bed on your hands and knees. You are not to move or speak until I tell you. When I am ready, I will come in and I will deal with your rude behavior."

"Yes, sir," I quivered.

I straightened up and started to leave, but Dominic grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. He pulled me down to him and gave me a tender kiss. I smiled warmly at him and he gave me a quick wink before turning back to his computer to resume work.

I had a grin on my face the entire trip to my parents.

Dinner with my parents was pleasant. Mom hounded me with a million questions about my life. I mentioned that I had made some new friends and she seemed quite pleased. At one point, I almost told them I was gay, but I chickened out.

It was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. I was a coward. I knew that I would have to tell them soon. I was afraid that Dominic and my relationship would suffer if I didn't and I didn't want to lose him.

* * *

When I got back to Dominic's, I was a little nervous, but I knew he wouldn't hurt me. When I walked in the house, I did just as he told me. He was watching TV. He didn't look up or speak as I came in. I walked right upstairs to his bedroom. I got undressed, pulling off all my clothes except for my jockstrap. I got onto the bed on my hands and knees and waited.

It seemed like it took him forever to come upstairs. I waited quietly and patiently. Just when my arms started to hurt, I heard the door shut. The light on the nightstand turned on.

Dominic's warm hands ran across my butt cheeks. He pulled at one of the straps framing my ass and pulled it out. He let go and it slapped against my skin, making me tremble. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed.

His hand drifted across my butt, kneading and squeezing, rubbing and stroking.

"You were a bad cub today, Scotty," he said quietly. "Do you know what happens to bad cubs?"

He paused for a second. I didn't know if he wanted me to answer, so I remained quiet.

I could hear the smile on his face when he finally said, "They get spanked."

I swallowed nervously and took in a deep breath. As I was letting it out, I felt the sharp sting of his hand on my ass.

"Oh!" I cried out. "Ow!"

"Be quiet. Take your punishment."

His hand came down again with a smack. I bit my bottom lip and squeezed my eyes shut. My arms and legs trembled as he spanked me again and again. My dick slowly rose up until it was laying against my belly.

After several swats, he came down really hard, causing me to gasp. He smacked the same spot four more times as hard as he could. Tears poured down my cheeks while pre-come oozed out of my piss slit. I could feel it soaking into the pouch of my jock, causing a wet spot.

Dominic slowly rubbed my sore bottom. His touch was so soothing as it moved over the curves of my ass cheeks. My breathing slowed and I let out a little sigh of pleasure.

Dominic let out a satisfied grunt. "Mm. That's my good cub... Now it's time for a reward."

I felt him shifting his position. His hands moved and spread my cheeks apart. I gasped and moaned when I felt his tongue swirl around my hole.

"You like that, Scotty?" he asked as he kissed and nipped on my cheek.

"Yeah," I breathed.

Dominic pushed his face into my crack and attacked my hole with his tongue. He licked and swirled. He scraped his teeth across it. His tongue moved fast, then slow, around and across. He rubbed his whiskered chin across it, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. He pushed this tongue into me and I shuddered and whimpered. My dick was dripping a steady stream into the jock.

"Please, Nic... I need you inside me... Please!"

Dominic chuckled. "Since you asked so nice..."

I looked back at him and watched him open the lube and pour it onto his fingers. He pushed two fingers inside me and I dropped my head and moaned. I pushed my ass back against his fingers.

"Yeah, you want it bad, don't you, boy?" he asked in a raw and throaty voice as he pumped three fingers in and out of me.

He pulled his fingers out and I gripped the sheets tight and braced myself for what was coming. Dominic stood next to the bed. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to the edge. He pushed down on my ass to get it lined up with him. I felt the slickened head of his cock pushing against my hole. I whimpered and pushed back against him. The head of his cock slid inside me. He tightened his grip on my hips and pushed in until he was buried completely inside me.

"Nic," I moaned.

"Oh fuck, Scotty," he groaned. "Your ass is too fucking good, baby..."

"Fuck it, Nic," I whispered. "Fuck my ass."

Dominic groaned loudly and pulled out until the head almost popped out. He shoved back into me, all the way to the root. His dick head hit my prostate and I cried out as pleasure burst through my body.

Dominic took me hard and fast. He suddenly pulled out, causing me to whimper with need. "No, don't stop. Please..."

"Turn over," he commanded.

I rolled over onto my back and scooted back on the bed as he climbed in between my legs. He pulled my legs apart and knealt in between. He grabbed my ankles and pulled them apart. He pushed forward and shoved his cock hard into me. I reached up and grabbed his soft waist and held on. He rocked his hips back and forth hard and fast.

He leaned down over me and grabbed my hair and tugged it, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to get my attention. I looked up into his eyes as he pounded his cock into me.

Oh god. I could see it in his eyes. He wanted me. He needed me. He loved me.

My body started to shake and shiver. My mouth opened to scream, but nothing came out as I erupted. Volleys of hot semen shot out of me, coating the inside of the jock pouch.

Dominic let out a roar. "Oh! Fuck, baby! Milk my cock!"

Dominic groaned and grunted loudly. His dick expanded inside of me. I felt him throb and pulse and then I felt the warmth of his seed spreading inside and dripping from me.

He relaxed his grip on my hair and laid on top of me, panting and heaving.

I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight.

"Thank you," I whispered as tears trickled down my face. "Thank you..."

* * *

A week later, Dominic and I met for dinner on Thursday night and we had plans to spend the night together.

By the time Dominic took me home, I wasn't feeling well at all. I was so sick, we didn't even make love. He spent the night with me and held me, trying to soothe me and comfort me, but I couldn't sleep well. My stomach was cramping badly and it kept me awake. We thought maybe I had food poisoning, but he wasn't sick at all.

In the morning, he had to go to work. He was doing a survey on a retention pond. I called in sick to work because I knew I wouldn't be able to work like this. He told me to go to the doctor if I didn't feel better.

I woke up a few hours later, sweating profusely. The pillow and sheets were soaked. My stomach was killing me. I stumbled to the bathroom and threw up twice. I knew that there was something wrong with me. My stomach hurt so bad I was crying.

I called Dominic and left him a voice mail. In between the tears, I jokingly told him that I had an Alien chest-burster inside me and I was going to the hospital.




Movie Night Submission



I somehow managed to drive to the ER and check myself in. What happened when I got there was a blur. I filled out and signed forms and then waited. I remembered waking up at one point flat on my back on the floor in the waiting room with doctors and nurses hovering around me. I was examined and quickly admitted for an appendectomy.

I awoke later laying in a hospital bed. I was wearing a flimsy hospital gown and I could tell that my backside was exposed underneath me. I also felt slight discomfort around my lower belly. I squinted and looked around the room, but without my glasses I couldn't see a thing.

Someone came into the room and I squinted to see him. I could tell it was a doctor from the clothes.

"Ah, you're awake," he said. "I'm Doctor Murray. How are you feeling, Scott?"

"Okay. Better."

"Good," he said. "I'm going to take a quick look at you and then you can have visitors."

He pulled down the blankets and pulled up my gown, exposing my soft belly and groin. My face turned bright red in embarrassment.

"You've got two small incisions, here and here," he said, while touching above my pubes and then off to my right side. "There's also an incision inside your belly button. Everything looks good."

He lowered my gown and pulled up the blankets.

"You'll need to keep the incisions clean," he said. "Try not to exert yourself physically for a couple of days so that you don't tear your staples. You should be fine to walk around now, if you need to use the bathroom. You should be able to go home in the morning provided everything looks good. Do you have any questions?"

"No," I said and shook my head. "But, do you know where my glasses are?"

"They are probably with your clothes. I'll have someone check on that for you. And I'll be back to check on you later," he said as he patted my shoulder.

He left the room and a nurse returned a few minutes later with a bag of my clothes. She pulled out my glasses and handed them to me.

"How's that?" she smiled.

"Much better," I said as I adjusted them on my nose.

She pulled back the curtain to give me a little privacy from the other men in the room.

I heard a distinct voice chattering in the hallway and I groaned inwardly. When my mom walked in, I gave her a weak smile. She and Dad came up to the right side of my bed and she bent down and kissed my cheek.

"Are you okay, Scotty? How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay. I'm a lot better now."

"Good. We were worried sick about you," she said as she grabbed my hand and squeezed.

"You lose some weight, son?" Dad asked.

"No, I don't think so."

"Well, you look good," he said with a sympathetic smile.

"Thanks, Dad. Um... Is, uh... Was there anyone else waiting to see me?"

"I don't think so. You expecting someone?"

"A friend of mine," I said cautiously. "I thought maybe he would be here."

Mom and Dad glanced at each other. They both appeared very uncomfortable. The silence was deafening.

I reached over to grab a glass of water from the table and Mom picked it up.

"Let me help you, sweetie."

She put a hand behind my head and brought the glass up to me so that I could take a drink. When I had my fill, she put the glass down and fluffed up my pillow and adjusted my blanket.

A tap at the door had the three of us looking up. Dominic was standing in the doorway with his hands in his pockets. His blue eyes were bloodshot and glassy. I could tell he was worried and it really touched me, but I was so glad that he was here. I was overcome with joy and a huge grin spread across my face.

"I just wanted to check that you were okay, Scotty," he said quietly.

"I'm okay."

He nodded, then stepped back. He was going to leave. He didn't want to stay because of my parents.

"Don't go," I choked out as my eyes welled up with tears. "Please."

His eyes cut to my parents and then turned back to me. He hesitantly moved up to the left side of my bed and I reached out to him. He took my hand and awkwardly shook it, and then put my hand back on the bed. He shoved his hands back in his pocket.

My dad cleared his throat and I turned my attention back to my parents. Dad was eyeballing Dominic suspiciously and Mom was looking anywhere but at Dominic.

"This is my friend, Dominic Gianotto," I said. "And these are my parents, Sam and Jane Fisher."

"How do you know my son?" Dad asked him.

Dominic cut his eyes at me, then cleared his throat as he looked back at my dad. "We met at the movie theater. A group of my friends go once a month. Scotty joined us."

"You don't have friends your own age?"

I gasped in shock. "Dad!"

Dominic shifted uncomfortably. "I'd better get going. Call me when you get home, Scott."

He turned to leave and I had to stop him. Before I knew it, I had blurted it out. "Dominic is my boyfriend."

All three of them gasped simultaneously and turned to look at me with their mouths agape.

I took a breath and looked up at Dominic through my lashes. "I'm in love with him," I added quietly.

I sniffled and wiped the tear that fell down my cheek. Dominic swallowed and blinked back tears of his own.

"What are you, some kind of pervert who prays on children?" Dad asked Dominic.

I was horrified by my dad's words. "Dad! Leave him alone. I'm not a child. I'm 26 years old."

"He's old enough to be your father. It's disgusting."

"He's not that much older than me. Please, Dad. I love him."

I grabbed at Dominic's wrist and pulled his hand from his pocket and pulled him closer to me.

Dominic cleared his throat. "It may not mean much to you right now, but I do love your son. He's the sweetest, most loving man I've ever met."

"Dominic makes me happy, Dad."

"I need some air," he said and stormed out of the room.

"Give your father some time, Scotty," Mom said. "It's been hard enough on him knowing that you're gay. And now you're dating someone. Someone a little unexpected. It's all a little shocking at once."

"You already knew... I was gay?"

"We found one of your, um, movies... when you still lived at home."

"Oh god," I moaned as I slid down into the bed.

"'Glory' something... Something about a bathroom. I don't remember... Anyway," she said with a dismissing wave of her hand.

I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole. I felt Dominic's trembling. Without even looking up at him, I knew he was trying his best to contain a laugh and I squeezed his hand as tight as I could to let him know that I didn't appreciate it. He let out a bark that sounded between a cough and a laugh.

"I'm just glad it's all out in the open," Mom said. "Your father will come around. He just needs to get used to seeing you two together. We want you to be happy, Scotty. And you've had such a smile on your face ever since this man walked into the room. It's been such a long time since I've seen you smile... I mean really smile."

Mom covered her mouth and started to cry.

I reached out for her hand and I squeezed it. She leaned down and hugged me, then kissed my forehead. She pulled a tissue out of her purse and dabbed her eyes and nose.

"I'm going to go check on your father."

She squeezed my arm, gave it a pat, and left the room.

I looked up at Dominic and smiled at him. "That wasn't exactly how I imagined my coming out."

He smiled at me and rubbed the top of my head. "Are you okay, Scotty?"

"I'm okay. I'm better now that you're here."

"I'm so sorry I left you home by yourself," he said. "I should have stayed with you." His eyes filled tears as he looked down at me. "If anything happened to you... I..."

He swallowed and drew in a ragged breath.

I rubbed my thumb on the top of his hand. "It's not your fault. You couldn't have done anything different if you were there."

"Maybe. But I wish I had been there for you. I should have been there."

"Well, you're here now, and I'm glad."

"What you did just now... It was very brave. I'm proud of you, cub. I love you, Scotty."

He bent down and kissed me, a quick peck on the lips. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer and kissed him back, opening my mouth and flicking the tip of my tongue against his lip.

"You're a bad boy," he chuckled. "You keep that up and you might get a spanking."

I giggled. "I hope so."

He shook his head and then nipped the end of my nose with his teeth. He stood upright and looked down my body.

"Can I see your scars?" he asked as he ran his finger across my belly.

I looked at the door, then back at Dominic. "Okay," I said.

I couldn't help but blush a little as I pushed down the blankets and pulled up my gown, exposing my naked torso to my boyfriend.

"You got yourself a little shave," he laughed, pointing to the shaved patch above my pubes where they went in with the scope.

"I'm glad they didn't landscape the entire thing," he joked as he gave my pubes a little tug, causing me to jump a little.

"Ow!"

"Well, I see this still works," he said as he tweaked the head of my half-hard dick. It surged to full erection just from his brief touch.

He grabbed it around the base and wiggled it around and started to laugh and I swatted his hand away. I laughed and pushed the gown back down and pulled the blankets up.

"Nic. You know, the doctor said I can't have any 'strenuous activity' for two days. What are you going to do?" I asked with a sly grin.

"Well, I guess I will have to borrow that movie of yours, and take matters into my own hand, so to speak. I'll ask your parents where you keep it."

Dominic tried to keep a straight face, but he couldn't hold it in. I couldn't help but laugh with him. We laughed so hard, we had tears running down our faces. Every time our laughter started to die down, one of us would start back up. We were still laughing when my parents came in.

Mom smiled at the two of us and Dad's scowl softened some when he saw us laughing. He took a deep breath and let it out, walked up to Dominic and held out his hand.

"I'm sorry about what I said earlier," he said with a forced smile. "I just don't want to see my boy get hurt. But I suspect you're gonna be around for a while, so we're gonna have to try to get along."

Dominic shook Dad's hand. I was grinning and trying not to laugh at the thought that Dad was shaking the hand that was just fondling my penis.

"I promise I would never hurt Scotty," Dominic said.

Dad nodded and then moved back to Mom's side. He looked at my grinning face and he chuckled to himself and smiled back at me.

"Thanks, Dad."

The three of them stayed until visiting hours were over. They made small talk and seemed to get along okay. I could tell that Dad was still uncomfortable, but he was making an effort. That was all I could ask of him. I hoped that after some time, both of my parents would grow to love Dominic like I did.

Doctor Murray came back in just as they were about to go. He pulled my gown up and looked at my stitches. Mom turned her back when my dick came into view, but I still blushed beet red. Dad and Dominic both seemed to be interested in what was going on down there, but from completely different points of view I imagine.

The doctor pulled off the dressings and put down new ones.

"No signs of infection," he said. "You can go home first thing in the morning."

Mom kissed my forehead and Dad squeezed my shoulder.

Dominic came over and pushed my hair back as he leaned into me. "I'll be back tomorrow morning to take you home, Scotty," he said.

"Hurry back," I whispered.

He bent down and gave me a quick peck on the lips, then whispered into my ear, "I love you, cub."

"Love you, too."

* * *

Dominic picked me up the next morning. He opened the car door for me and helped me get in and got me buckled up.

I called work and took a week off and Dominic decided that I should stay at his place. We stopped at my place and I packed a suitcase and my toilet kit and then were were off to his house.

"I can walk, you know," I frowned as he guided me into the house and to the couch.

"Don't argue with me, boy," he growled with a scowl. But then his face softened and he kissed my forehead. "Just let me take care of you, okay?" he added quietly.

How could I argue with that? I simply nodded. "Thank you," I said before I kissed his cheek.

Dominic took the day off work and basically waited on me hand and foot, even though I felt perfectly fine.

After a couple of days of that, I was going out of my mind. Dominic was driving me crazy, treating me like a child. And then there was the teasing, albeit unintentional. He would kiss and touch me and hold me, but he wouldn't touch me where I needed it the most. And god forbid if I even made a move towards his crotch.

It had been nearly a week and my shy little hints weren't working. When we were getting ready for bed that night, I decided tonight I would have him. He wouldn't be able to resist me.

I took a shower and cleaned myself up until I was squeaky clean all over. While Dominic was in the bathroom, I got undressed and I slipped on his favorite jockstrap, the black one with the tight pouch. My dick was so hard in anticipation that I had trouble stuffing it into the snug pouch. I pushed the blankets down and laid on my belly in the middle of the bed. My dick throbbed in anticipation. I folded my arms under my head, laid my cheek on my arms and spread my legs a little bit.

Dominic came out of the bathroom rolling a swab in his ear. "Baby, I--"

He froze when he saw me. I watched his eyes glass over. His dick started to rise. A little grin spread across my face. Oh yeah, I was going to get some tonight. 

"God damn, you are a sexy little cub," he groaned as he tossed the swab into the trash.

I looked into his blue eyes and pleaded. "I need you, Dominic. Please. I'll die if I don't have you inside me tonight. Please don't leave me like this."

"Fuck, boy. You make me hard as fucking steel when you beg."

I looked down at his crotch. His cock was now fully erect, pointing towards the ceiling. I couldn't help but lick my lips. It jerked and the foreskin pulled back as it burped pre-come out of the slit. It ran down in a little river down his length. I drew in a sharp breath and my hole puckered in anticipation of what was to come. I swallowed the saliva that began pouring into my mouth.

Dominic moved onto the bed and crawled between my legs. I spread them apart for him. He hovered over me on his hands, while lowering his hips. His dick lightly brushed back and forth against the crack of my ass. I gasped and a shudder ran through my entire body.

I started to turn over, and Dominic moved so that I could get onto my back. I brought my hands up to his beefy arms and squeezed tight. I closed my eyes as he lowered his face to mine. His lips gently brushed against my lips. As he kissed me, he lowered his body onto me. His furry chest and stomach pushed into me and I moaned. I ran my hands up his arms to his fuzzy shoulders. I grabbed at his back and held him tight to my body. He was being so gentle with me, but I didn't want gentle. Not this time, any way.

"Dominic? Will you..."

My breath caught in my throat and I felt color rising on my cheeks.

"What, boy? Tell me what you want."

"I want," my voice was barely above a whisper. "I want you to hold me down and give it to me... hard."

I closed my eyes and tried to breath deeply. I felt Dominic's hand on my chin. I opened my eyes to see his lusty eyes staring back at me.

"I love you, Scotty," he said. "I just fucking love you. So fucking much. And now I'm gonna give you what you want, boy."

Dominic grabbed the waistband of my jock and gave it a sharp tug. He pulled it off me and tossed it down onto the floor. He kicked my legs apart with his knees and leaned over me. He was so freaking sexy. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down to me and kissed him.

Dominic grunted into my mouth and kissed me back hard. He pulled back and I moaned in disappointment, trying to pull him back to me.

"Turn over," he growled. "Hands and knees."

I scrambled to get onto my hands and knees. Dominic moved behind me and ran his hands down my back. A shiver went up and down my spine as his large, rough hands squeezed and stroked my ass.

SLAP!

Dominic's hand hit my ass cheek so hard I know that he left a hand print. I moaned and my entire body convulsed. Another smack and I was having trouble staying on my hands. He slapped the other cheek twice. I moaned and collapsed onto my forearms, pressing my cheek into the bed. My cock lurched and dripped a blob of pre-come onto the bed.

His hands rubbed soothing circles around my stinging cheeks. I felt him move and shift away from me, but he wasn't gone long. He spread my cheeks apart and then I felt his bearded face in the crack of my ass as his tongue swiped across my hole.

"Nic!"

Dominic noisily and sloppily ate my ass. He grunted and hummed as his tongue swirled and licked. When he tightened the slick muscle and pushed it inside me, I thought I was going to lose it. My cock was so hard it ached. My sack pulled tight and my nuts contracted up into my body.

"Mmm," Dominic hummed, making the sound he makes when he eats a particularly delicious dessert. He kissed my ass cheek, then bit it. He bent over me to get to the nightstand. He yanked the drawer open and it clattered to the floor, spilling the contents all over.

"Fuck," he mumbled.

I turned my head and watched jump off the bed and bend down and pick up the bottle. He snapped open the cap and poured a generous amount onto his fingers. He got back onto the bed behind me and slicked my crack up. His fingers made circles around my relaxed sphincter, then two of them pushed into me.

"Such a good boy," he whispered. "Gonna make us both feel good."

He pushed a third finger into me and I moaned and pushed back against his hand. He pulled out and slapped the head of his cock against my hole over and over.

"Dominic, please," I whispered, not caring that I sounded like I was begging, because I was. "Put it in me. I want you so bad. Make me come, Nic. Make me come with your big cock."

"Oh, you little slut," he husked. "I'm gonna give it to you good."

Dominic jerked my hips back and up and I moved up onto my hands. He poured a little more lube into my crack, then proceeded to slick his bone up. He lined up the head with my hole and pushed into me slowly and steadily, not stopping until he was completely buried inside me. He bent over and kissed between my shoulder blades.

He reared back and slid his hands down to my waist. He slowly pulled back until the head was about to slip out of me. He paused for a second and then snapped his hips forward hard. I screamed as the head of his cock stabbed and rubbed along my prostate.

"Fuck me," I moaned.

Dominic let out a sound that was like a groan and a roar combined. I gripped the sheets with my fists as he pulled back. He slammed forward again. My cock lurched and spurt pre-come onto the bed. My nuts pulled up even tighter. Dominic held my waist in a death grip as he began slamming his cock into me.

I couldn't hold back any longer. "I'm coming!" I cried out as my body tensed and then released. I choked back a sob of pleasure as my dick jerked over and over, spraying a huge load all over the sheets below me.

"Oh fuck!" Dominic shouted as my ass contracted around him.

He pulled away and flipped me onto my back. He pushed my knees up and apart. He shuffled closer to me and pushed his cock into my ass. He fell forward onto his hands and then grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head. I wrapped my legs around his ass as he started to pound into me.

My dick responded to the pressure inside my ass and the rubbing of his hairy belly against it. I still was wet and slippery from the huge load I shot. I was soon hard as a rock as his belly rubbed back and forth along it. I moaned and arched my back up to him. He growled and tightened his grip on my wrists.




Movie Night Submission



Dominic's rhythm never faltered. Fast and furious was his pace. He pounded into me with everything he had. He let go of my wrists and braced himself on his arms. I couldn't help the little whimpers that spilled from my throat every time his hips slapped against mine, slamming hard against me over and over. He rubbed his bearded chin along my neck, then started to suck and bite. I quivered underneath him, whispering, "Yes, Nic... Don't stop..." over and over.

When I felt the top of my head bump the headboard, I reached up and pushed my hand against it to brace myself. I stared up at him wide-eyed as he gazed back down at me. His eyes were dark with lust. He licked his lips.

"Fuck, boy," he groaned. "Love how your body responds to me. I'm pounding you into the fucking wall. God, I can't get enough of your tight little ass. Can't get enough of you, baby. I love you, Scotty. I fucking love you. So much."

"Dominic," I moaned, his words bringing me to the brink once more. "Love you!"

"You're gonna make me come, baby. I'm gonna fill you up, boy..."

"Dominic..."

Dominic pushed a hand between our bodies and grabbed my slimy dick. His deep blue eyes remained locked onto mine. "Oh god, yes... I love you... You're my boy. My boy. Mine. Oh, FUCK!"

Dominick's rhythm stilted and his body jerked hard. His cock expanded and swelled inside me. It throbbed and pulsed against my prostate and I felt it jerk as the first rope of hot semen splattered against my insides. I dug my fingers into his back and cried out his name as his hand brought me to a shattering climax. Dominic grunted loudly with each contraction of his intense, extended orgasm. My ass muscles squeezed and milked him, draining every drop of his load from his pulsing organ.

I slumped back onto the bed, feeling boneless as Dominic fell on top of me, unable to hold himself up any longer. I held his sweat soaked body tight to me, letting him rest his ample weight on me. I panted as the last of the shudders left his body. "Love you, Dominic."

Dominic planted kisses along my collar bone and neck. His cock started to soften and my body pushed it out along with a rush of his fluid. A shudder ran through my body.

His hands moved up to my head and he cradled it in his hands. He wiped the sweaty bangs off my forehead and pressed his lips in the middle of my forehead. He kissed the side of my head at my temple, then nuzzled his nose against my ear.

"When I heard your voicemail," he whispered. "And then I couldn't get in touch with you... The things that went through my head... And then I found out you were rushed into surgery. Damn. I was so fucking scared that I was going to lose you. I..." Dominic's voice faltered and he cleared his throat. "I hope I never have to live through that again. But I realized that I can't live without, baby. I want you to move in with me. I want you to stay with me. Here. In our home. Please, Scotty. Say yes."

"Yes," I whispered back.

Dominic was silent for a second, then he pushed back so that he could see my face. "Did you just say yes?"

"Yes, I said yes."

Dominic's eyes watered and he blinked rapidly, then threw his head back and barked out a loud and joyous laugh. I couldn't help but giggle.

He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight, then kissed me with all the love and passion he could manage.

"I love you, boy."

"I love you, Dominic," I whispered against his swollen lips.

Dominic rolled onto his back and pulled me with him so that I was cuddled up against his chest. His arms tightened around me and I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep in the arms of the man I knew that I would spend the rest of my life with. 



Movie Night (Terri's POV)



Fictional story with 18+

*****

It only took my stepdad about thirty seconds to answer the door, but he was only wearing boxers and a tshirt when he opened it. Oh, and holding a metal baseball bat, but he lowered it when he saw it was me. 

"Can I come in?"

I didn't wait for him to answer, I just walked past him, started pacing the living room. 

He closed the door and put the bat down, watching me the whole time. I hadn't changed since I'd left Jeremy's apartment, so I was only wearing flip flops, a white cami, and my pajama shorts, not exactly 'going out' clothes but it was close to two in the morning, so I really didn't care. 

He locked the door and turned to me. "What's wrong, Terri?"

I waved at him, sort of flailing my arms a bit, and he glowered. "Have you been drinking, babe?"

"No," I said. "Just some vodka."

He threw his hands in the air and looked at the ceiling. Shaking his head, he sat down on the couch. "Terri, you're only nineteen. You're not supposed to be drinking anything. Not even vodka."

I pointed at the half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the table, the one sitting next to the glass that still had ice in it.

"Hey, I'm over twenty-one," he said, putting his elbows on his elbows on his knees, then abruptly standing up and going to look outside. "And how the hell did you get here? You didn't drive, did you?"

"Of course not," I muttered, sitting down on the couch. "I bummed a ride."

He said he'd be right back and hurried out of the room, coming back a minute later with a pair of sweatpants on. He caught me taking a big swig of his bourbon but he didn't say anything, just tried not to laugh when I coughed after I lowered the glass. It burned more than vodka but it was still pretty tasty. None of that mixed drink bullshit for my stepdad, just some ice and he was good to go.

He took the glass from me and put it down on the table, then sat down next to me. "What's wrong, honey? What's going on?"

I took a deep breath. I still wasn't sure how to start, and he sat there for a sec, waiting.

"It's okay, Terri, you know you can talk to me. You're still my daughter, even if your mom and I aren't together anymore."

I nodded. "I know."

To buy myself some more time, I picked up the bottle of bourbon and refilled his glass. As I tightened the cap, I took another deep breath.

"Okay, so you know that Jeremy got a new job a couple of weeks ago, right?"

My stepdad nodded. Jeremy was my older brother; he was almost twenty-one, which he loved to remind me of every chance he had. My mom and my stepdad had split up almost a year ago. I'd already moved out and was sharing an apartment near campus, but since Jeremy didn't have a place of his own and didn't want to stay with my stepdad, he and my mom had moved in together.

"Well, Jeremy got a new car, too, so mom called me yesterday and asked me to come over for dinner tonight, celebrate his new job and his new car and his good luck and whatever."

I leaned back, closing my eyes, taking a second to gather my thoughts.

Without opening my eyes, I continued. "I was supposed to get there around five but the bus doesn't run at five, it stops there at four-thirty. I was walking up the street and I saw his new car."

"He'd told me all about it - brand spanking new mustang, all white, and it was definitely the nicest car in the parking lot. Stood out like crazy, and I could see that he was sitting in the driver's seat. I was like, cool, I'll go see if he'll take me for a ride, right, and I started heading that way."

"So he was sitting there but, as I got a little closer..."

I picked up the bourbon and took a sip, then handed it to my stepdad, not looking him in the eye.

I hissed at the burning in my throat but it was less this time, so at least I didn't cough. 

"As I got closer, I could see that he had his eyes closed and his head back, and I was wondering if he was sleeping in the car and why he'd be sleeping in his car, 'cause yeah, sure, it's new and all but still, it's a car." I cleared my throat and made myself keep going. "I was still a couple of cars away but I could see him really clearly, and the windows were closed, so I couldn't hear him, but when he opened his mouth and looked down into his lap, well I knew he wasn't in the car by himself."

I hazarded a look at my stepdad. "If you know what I mean?"

He nodded, trying to hide his discomfort by taking a big swig of bourbon. 

"So I stood there for a sec, 'cause I didn't know what to do, right? I mean, he's getting a blowjob in his car, and I have to walk past his car to get to the apartment, right, so I've got no idea, but then I realized that he if looked up instead of down, he'd see me standing there staring at him, so I turned around and walked the other way, went down a couple of cars and then cut across the street and walked as fast as I could."

"I get into the apartment and I don't think he saw me, 'cause he's still in the car, I can see the back of his head through the window, so I just go upstairs."

"The apartment's on the third floor and - I don't know if you've been there or not, but you can't just walk in, the door automatically locks when it closes, and I don't have a key." My stepdad nodded, concentrating on pouring himself more bourbon and not looking at me; I know he blushes at the drop of a hat, but, damn, his face was red. "But I knocked on the door and mom's new boyfriend Mike answered."

"When I asked where my mom was, he just shrugged, said she'd walked over to the store to get some bread or something to go with dinner. She'd been making spaghetti, so I went into the kitchen and helped Mike with some of -"

I looked at my stepdad. "I'm sorry, does it bother you for me to talk about Mike?"

He laughed, almost spilling his bourbon. "No. No, it doesn't bother me if you talk about Mike. Now your brother's...uh...stuff, that might make me uncomfortable, but not Mike."

"Okay," I said. "I just wanted to make sure. Anyway, I was in the kitchen helping Mike make the salad, just talking to him and stuff. He told me that he was supposed to work today but he got off early and stopped in to surprise Mom, but he was only hear a couple of minutes and then Jeremy left to go do something and Mom had to go get the bread. We were still talking when I heard a key in the door and my mom and Jeremy walked in. She waved at me and put the bag with the bread down on the counter, then said she was all sweaty from walking to the store and she wants to go wash up and she was gone, just like that."

"Mike walks over and gives me this hip-bump thing, pushing me out of the way so he can grab a crouton out of the salad. I smacked his hand and almost asked him where his girl was but I caught myself and asked if anybody else was coming to dinner besides him and Mom."

My heart was pounding as I was talking, so I tried to relax, waiting a couple of seconds before I kept going. "He shook his head, said nope, just us."

"Mom came rushing back in and gave me this super big hug, told me how great it was to see me, glad I could make it to dinner, yadda, yadda, yadda, sorry she wasn't home when I got here and hopefully it wasn't long, but all I could think about was who Jeremy's girl was, if my mom had seen them too, did she live in the building, stuff like that.

"Once we sat down to eat, though, I stopped thinking about my brother's sex life -" I glanced over at my stepdad and grinned. "Sorry. But dinner was good and then Mom busted out the bottle of whipped cream vodka and said it was time to celebrate! Mike said he had to feed his dog so he couldn't stay. He stayed long enough to get dinner cleaned up but left right after she cracked the bottle open."

"Jeremy started mixing drinks and Mom put in some Japanese ghost movie and we went into the living room." I paused and looked at my stepdad. "Have you been over there yet?"

He shook his head.

"Well, the place is pretty big, and the living room's huge, with this beautiful fireplace on one wall, and the fireplace has a mirror on the front of it, around the glass, and there's a big sliding glass door on the other side that leads out to the balcony, but a nice, flat screen tv and a coffee table but there's only a love seat and this big, ginormous bean bag chair to sit on, so while they were busy, I called dibs on the bean bag and dragged it over near the love seat so I could see the tv, too."

My stepdad was just sort of staring off into space, so I bumped his shoulder. "No, I'm good, I'm listening, I'm just picturing the room."

"Okay," I said, sipping his drink and handing it back to him. "Well, Mom turns off the kitchen light and comes in with drinks and the bottle of vodka and then turns off the lights in the living room, too, so now the only light's coming from the streetlight by the balcony, and it's really spooky."

My thoughts were running all over the place and the alcohol was making me fuzzy, but I wasn't going to stop until I'd finished my story."He and Mom are on the couch, and you know how she likes to snuggle up under a blanket when she's watching tv, so she's all snuggled and Jeremy's sitting on the other side of the loveseat, and we're drinking shots and having fun but then the movie gets fucking scary, like I mean, seriously fucking scary, and we all get quiet. I mean, quiet. Mom mumbled that it was too scary and Jeremy told her he'd protect her, and I was all like, 'well who's gonna protect me?' but no, I had to call dibs on the bean bag chair."

"A couple of minutes later and I was seriously scared, so I got up and I walked over and turned on the kitchen light. When I turned around..."

If I thought my heard had been pounding before, it was even worse now! But my stepdad's looking at me, looking all worried and a little drunk and a lot confused, so I took another deep breath and said, "I only saw for a second, and I wasn't really sure, but, well, it really looked like Jeremy had his head back, just like he had in the car, and when the light came on, he jerked his head down and I was pretty sure that I'd heard my mom whisper that she was sorry, and I could see her moving the blanket around."

My stepdad raised his hand to stop me. "Are you sure you want to talk to me about this, Terri?"

I nodded at him; he probably thought I was a bobble-head doll, the way my head was going up and down, but I didn't care. "Yes. Who else can I talk to about this?"

Nodding slowly, he took another sip of his drink, even offered it to me this time, but I shook my head.

He leaned back against the couch but then back forward again, but gestured to me to keep going, so I did.

"Anyway, I walked back to the bean bag chair and sat down, but I was looking, you know? And I saw that Jeremy was still sitting on the far side of the love seat but Mom had moved so she was sorta snuggled up against him, with the blanket over both of them."

"I sat down and pretended to watch the movie, but I was listening really hard, you know, and then I noticed that I could actually see the love seat's reflection in the fireplace! That mirror lined up just right with the love seat from where I'd moved the bean bag chair, so I was really quiet and even leaned back so it looked like I was sleeping, but I was watching. Just when I figured that I'd imagined everything I thought that I'd seen, I see the blanket starting to move, just a tiny bit. A minute later and it moved again, tugging down."

"It seemed to take forever," I said, my words almost blending together as I rushed to get them out, "but pretty soon, I could see that Mom had her face ducked down under the blanket, just the edge, you know, so if I looked she could just turn her head and I might not notice or see what she was doing, but from where I was sitting, I could see that her hand was under the blanket, moving really, really slow."

"The movie got quiet for a second and I heard a slurping noise before the music started back up again. I let my head fall over to the side a bit and she stopped moving, but then Jeremy put his hand on the back of her head and - I swear to God - he pushed her down, and the blanket slipped, and I could barely see it - see his dick in Mom's mouth!"

I was staring at the bottle of bourbon, afraid to look at my stepdad, but I kept talking. "She didn't stay like that long, though, she sorta, well, she slipped back up until just the tip was in her mouth, and then she started jerking him off, really, really slow. I just watched, I didn't know what else to do, but then...then..."

I grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels and took a drink straight from the bottle, promising myself that I wouldn't cough or anything, and I didn't, but when I looked back at my stepdad, he had both of his arms crossed over his lap and he was just staring at me.

"What happened, Terri?"

"All of a sudden, Jeremy's whole body tensed up. He tried not to move but even without looking in the mirror, I could see his arms straighten out, and he grabbed hold of the couch and dug his nails in, and, in the reflection, I could see that my mom's whole body was still, everything except for her hand, and she was moving really fast up and down his dick now but keeping the tip in her mouth and I could barely hear her over the movie but she was moaning, and then Jeremy's hips sorta jumped and she leaned back and took a deep breath and I don't know how I was able to keep from moving but I did, I stayed still but I could see that he was getting soft now, and she licked it! She licked the tip like it was an ice cream cone or a lollipop, and then she sucked it back into her mouth and he kind of groaned and she shushed him and pulled the blanket back up over them."

When I paused, I looked over at my stepdad. His face was red and he was trembling, and for a second, I thought he was angry, but then I saw how he was sitting, how he was pressing his arm against his lap, like he was trying to hide something from me, and I knew that he wasn't angry. 

I put my hand on his knee and felt him shaking, but he didn't tell me to stop. I slid my hand up his thigh, under the edge of his sweatshorts, and I looked up at him. 

"Do you want to hear what happened next?"

He muttered something, coughed, and then repeated, "Yes."

I nodded and scooted closer to him. He relaxed his arms, though he was still very tense, revealing the bulge in his shorts that he'd been hiding. 

"I stayed still, keeping my eyes half-closed so they wouldn't know that I was watching," I said, letting my fingers creep higher. "It was really hard, because I was so wet and I really just wanted to touch myself, but I felt so wrong. Watching was bad enough, but I'd been watching my own brother, and my own mother, and I knew if should feel wrong, but God, it had looked so hot, and I was so turned on."

My fingertips reached the edge of his boxers; I slowed my progress but I didn't stop.

"They laid their on the loveseat, waiting. I didn't move, I stayed still, just thinking that it MUST have been her in the car this afternoon, if I'd have only gone closer, I could've watched then, too, which made me almost mad. After a minute, when I didn't move or react, I watched in the mirror as Mom lowered her head again, licking his soft...his soft cock." 

My stepfather's own cock twitched when I said that, jumping beneath the soft cotton. I pulled my shoulders back, pushing my breasts forward, making sure that he could see that my nipples were hard and pressing against my camisole top. 

"He didn't stay soft long. She put his whole dick in her mouth and sucked on it, and I could see him getting hard again, filling her mouth up, but she kept him in her mouth as long as she could." As I reached the base of my stepdad's member, I felt my heartbeat speeding up again; I wrapped my fingers around his stiff cock and squeezed. "He was moaning softly, running his hands through her hair, and she let him out of mouth long enough to whisper that he needed to be quiet."

I started gently stroking my stepfather while I was talking; he leaned back and closed his eyes. 

"Since she was busy and Jeremy had his eyes closed, I let my hand dip down and I pushed against my pussy." I felt him quiver in my hand when I said that. 

"I couldn't play with myself, not the way I wanted to." I leaned against him, letting my breasts push against his arm. "I'm too loud when I cum."

He moaned and grabbed my arm, pulling my hand away from his dick. 

I was shocked and disappointed, at least until he grabbed hold of my cami and pulled it over my head, freeing my breasts. I grabbed hold of the top of his shorts and tugged them off, taking his boxers with them. 

"You're bigger than I thought you'd be," I breathed, cupping his balls and then letting my hand glide up his seven-inch shaft.

He stammered, "Do you...have you thought about that a lot?"

"Mmm-hmmm," I moaned, wrapping my lips around the tip of his cock. He was salty, but there was a bit of clear liquid, pre-cum, dribbling down, and it was sweet; very, very sweet. "But I thought it was bad, that it was wrong."

"It is," he whispered, thrusting his hips up and driving his manhood into my mouth. "So wrong."

I sucked on him for a few seconds but then I lifted my head up. I kept stroking him, moaning when he reached over and cupped my tittie, running his thumb over my nipple and stroking my skin.

"So," I said, when I could speak again, "Mom got him hard again and then pulled off her shirt. She's got such big titties, and I could see them in the reflection, the way her nipples got hard when Jeremy pinched them. The way he treated her, I knew this wasn't a new thing. As I pinched my clitty through my shorts, I remembered Mike saying that he'd surprised Mom and then she and Jeremy had both left at the same time, so I wonder how close he came to catching them doing something - oh!"

He had pinched my nipple, just like I'd described Jeremy doing to Mom, and it felt sooooo good. 

"Where was I? Oh, right," I licked some more of the pre-cum off of his dick. "Jeremy was playing with Mom's nipples, pinching and squeezing - yes, like that, oh yes - and once he was good and hard, she slipped off the couch, watching me as she stood up."

"I was careful not to move, but I could see everything. The way she shimmied out of her pants, the way she pulled off her panties, like a dancer, going slow and dragging it out."

"She shaved, which I didn't know she did, but she was bare, and I could tell she was slick and wet from the way the panties stuck to her bare pussy when she took them off. Jeremy leaned forward and kissed her belly, then went down to kiss the top of her slit, licking her, and I could see how hard he was again."

"I even thought about reaching out and grabbing it," I said, looking up at my stepdad, "but I didn't know how they'd react, so I just watched."

"She only let him kiss her there for a couple of seconds, and I could tell she was watching me." I stood up and took off my pajama shorts, letting my stepfather see my own bare pussy. "I shave, too."

He leaned forward, reaching behind me to cup my ass and pull me towards him, his tongue rough on my pussy. He pushed me backwards until my legs bumped against the table and I sat down, knocking the bottle of bourbon to the floor and spilling the drink. It was cold and wet against my butt but my stepdad was opening my legs and spreading open my sensitive pussy lips so he could taste me, and oh my God, I almost came on the spot. His tongue was crazy, sliding up and down, flicking my clit, then going inside me.

Before I came, I pushed him away, taking his hands and guiding him back up onto the couch. I knelt down in front of him.

"Mom took Jeremy by the hand and led him towards the balcony. They both watched me as the door opened; they stepped outside, both naked, and pushed the door almost all the way closed." I paused to lick his cock from top to bottom, then licked his balls, gently nibbling on them while I stroked him. "As soon as they were outside, I sat up and slipped closer, making sure I stayed in the shadows but that I could still see."




Movie Night (Terri's POV)



"Jeremy sat down on one of the lawn chairs and Mom stood in front of him. She put one foot on the arm of the chair and he started licking her." My breath was quicker now, one hand on my stepfather's rod, the other caressing my pussy. "She grabbed hold of his head and pulled him close to her, grinding herself against him."

"I could barely hear them, so I decided I'd go for broke." My stepdad was so hard in my hand, and I was so close to cumming that I had to stop for a minute. 

I picked up the bottle of Jack Daniels and unscrewed the cap. "The door was already open, so I slid it open a couple more inches, and oh, my God, Mom is such a...I mean, she was telling him to fuck her with his tongue, 'fuck your mother, make me cum, that's right, you make me cum and I'll let you get what you really want.'"

After taking a drink, I handed the bottle to my stepfather, who shook his head, no. Shrugging, I put the bottle on the table and climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

"I started fingering myself while I was watching them, my hand jammed down my shorts." His cock was pressed against my belly, slick with pre-cum; he took one of my nipples into his mouth and bit it, harder than I'd have thought he would - it felt divine. "Mom kept urging him on and on, and then she was cumming, grabbing his head with both hands and pulling him against her. She was loud enough that I thought that the neighbors would complain but maybe they're used to it? I don't know, but she seemed to cum forever before she finally let Jeremy go and took a step away."

I rose up over my stepfather and let the tip of his cock touch my pussy. "Do you have any condoms?"

"No," he said, thrusting upwards and impaling me on his shaft. I was so wet and ready that he went in all the way to the hilt and I almost had an orgasm on the spot. 

He didn't move, and neither did I, I just sat there, with my stepfather's cock full up inside me. After a moment, after I'd started to adjust to him, I bit him hard on the earlobe and he laughed. 

"I watched from inside the apartment as Mom got up and walked over to the balcony. She leaned over and looked back at Jeremy. 'Come here, Jeremy,' she said. 'Come jam that cock into your mommy's ass.'"

I felt my stepdad's body tense up when I said that; I started to slide up his shaft and he grabbed me by the waist and pinned me to him.

"No," he ordered. "Just give me a minute. Keep telling your story."

I nodded. "Jeremy stood up and walked over to her. She told him to 'fuck her proper' so he'd be lubed up, and he did, fucking Mom right there on the balcony. Mom's not tall enough to bend full over the railing so, after a couple of minutes, she guided him over to the patio table - one of those glass and plastic ones, pretty flimsy, but she just threw herself over it."

Pushing my breasts into his face, I whispered to my stepfather, "Lucky me, she was facing the other edge of the window. If she'd been facing the door, she'd have caught me!"

"Instead, I had a great view of them from the side. She gave him instructions, telling him how to go and when to push. It took a minute or two for him to get all the way inside her and then she made him wait, told him that he had to go slow until he'd opened her up."

My stepdad started gently moving his hips, moving a few inches out and then a few inches back in, fucking me slow and carefully.

"Then...she told him to start fucking her. 'Fuck your mother,' she said. 'That's right, honey, nice and slow, do you like that?' and Jeremy could hardly talk, he was all 'I love you, Mommy,' and 'Yes, I love fucking your ass' and 'your ass is so tight' and then..."

I rose up on my knees until just the tip of my stepdad's cock was inside me. "She shouted that she was cumming and Jeremy started fucking her crazy. She was hollering and yelling and he was coming all the way out and then slamming back into her and grunting and yelling, and then he grabbed her by the hips and drove in hard enough that the whole table moved. He stared humping her and she was yelling, and then he must've pulled out too far, he slipped out of her ass and I could see him cumming, splattering on Mom's ass, and then she spun around, she grabbed his cock and she put it in her mouth and she sucked him off, right there, took him straight out of her ass and into her mouth and she was sucking and licking and they were both moaning, and I was so close to cumming myself, but I wanted to wait."

"So I slipped out while Mom was still sucking and licking Jeremy's prick and called a taxi." I stood up and bent over the table, pointing my ass towards my stepfather. "I played with myself the whole ride here, and I think the cabbie knew, but I didn't care."

Reaching back, I spread my lips apart, opening myself to him. I wanted you to make me cum."

He knelt down behind me and put the head of his cock against my pussy. He pinned me to the table with one hand and then drove deep into me, shoving me forward, thrusting once, twice, three times, and that was enough, I felt myself cresting, the orgasm that I'd been stringing along for hours broke. I screamed his name, and I felt my juices pouring down my thighs as he fucked me, in and out, in and out, and I kept on cumming, all of the pressure breaking free and then he was cumming, hot seed filling me, oozing out, and I shoved him backwards so I could take the last few bits of jism into my mouth, tasting his bitterness, letting it wash over my tongue, swallowing it down. 

He collapsed onto the floor next to me, his legs visibly shaking, his breath coming in great whoops and gasps. What I couldn't believe was that his cock, that beautiful cock, hadn't gone soft; at least not all the way.

And I found myself wondering where he'd like to put it next.



Movie Night with Dad



ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE FICTITIOUS.

None of these events are real, they are simply for story purposes.

All characters are over the age of 18.

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I had just started my second year in college. I decided to stay in my hometown and do two years of community college before transferring to a university. I knew I would save money, and I loved living at home. My dad and I were best friends, and we loved just spending time with each other. 

I was coming home from a late class one night extremely exhausted from a long day at school. My dad was home on the couch watching soccer, and it smelled like he had just cooked dinner. He yelled "Hi!" as I walked through the door. I gave him a wave and went into my bedroom to take off my heels and my tight jeans that I had been wearing all day.

I came back out into the living room in a loose tank top, and some little shorts that had shooting stars on them. I sat on the couch with my dad and he started flipping through channels because he knew I hated soccer. 

Oceans Eleven came on, and we both nodded in agreement that we would watch it. As always, he grabbed a pillow and put it on his lap for my head to lie on. He always let me lay across the whole couch. He just wanted his little girl to feel comfortable.

He put his right arm around my waist and we watched the movie like any ordinary night.

I could tell he was drifting into a sleep because he would snore a little and wake himself up. He always did this. I always knew it was because he had worked a long day. I didn't want to disturb him because I knew he was probably super tired. He twitched a little while dreaming and accidently tugged down my shirt. My nipple was exposed, but not my entire breast. I didn't think anything of it because I knew he was asleep. So instead of trying to fix it and waking him, I just let it be.

I guess I must've closed my eyes and started drifting off too because the next thing I know my dad let out his biggest snore yet. It startled both of us up from our dreams. He said, "What did I miss in the movie? I was falling asleep."

I told him, "I'm not sure I missed some of it too."

I reached for the remote to try and rewind the movie; not even realizing my nipple was still exposed. My dad gestured to me to move my shirt. I was so embarrassed! My own father had just seen my nipple!

I laid back down and tried to forget about it; he seemed to also. We were both enjoying the movie again when I could hear his little snoring happening again.

He must have moved my shirt again in his sleep because this time my entire breast was exposed. He kept twitching and his thumb kept accidently touching my nipple. This was arousing me for some reason. I placed his hand around my exposed breast and just let it cup my boob. His hands were so manly and my boob was sitting so perfectly in his hand. I was hoping he would squeeze or play with my nipple. But I guess me moving his hand to cup my boob must have caused him to wake a little. 

He yanked his hand off of my boob and started to apologize to me saying it must have happened in his sleep. I pretended to be asleep so that I didn't have to deal with the awkwardness of it all. He placed his hand on the outside of my waist, and pulled my shirt up for me, thinking I was asleep.

I was lying there completely awake and oddly aroused. I could feel his hand slipping down my waist as he started to fall asleep again. I took the tips of his fingers and put it underneath the elastic waistband of my shorts. I didn't want him to wake up, and I felt satisfied with where his fingers were. I think he was having some kind of sexual dream though because his fingers started making their way to the opening of my slit.

I was feeling so good; I guess I must have twitched, which woke him up. He never reached my slit. But I guess he thought I was still asleep.

Instead of yanking his hand away like he did the first time, he just left it there. Not touching me, just his fingers underneath the elastic. I think he thought moving his hand would wake me up and I would have serious questions for him. Little did he know I was wide-awake and wanting to know what his manly hands would feel like in me.

The movie finished and the credits had roaring load music, which made me sit up. He had managed to move his hand without me even noticing. I told him I was tired and wanted to go to bed. He always tucked me in. Even at 19 years old. 

He came into my room with me and we sat on the bed. He started tickling me like he always did. That was always a contest for us. Who could tickle the other one the most. He pinned my arms down. He had one knee on my left arm, and one of his hands on my right arm so he had one hand loose to tickle me. I was wiggling around trying to break his grip, when one of my boobs came out of the side of my tank top again. 

This time we were both very aware that it happened. I shouted "Dad! Let me move my shirt!" giggling so hard. Instead of letting me, he blew a raspberry on my breast and started laughing like it was a big joke. I kept shouting "Dad! Dad! Dad!" And every time I shouted, he blew another raspberry and laughed.

My tank kept rising because I kept wiggling trying to get out of his hold. I shouted his name again, and this time instead of giving me a raspberry, he sucked my nipple. He was doing it because he thought it was funny, but it was turning me on so much. I started laughing and shouting his name more just so he would keep sucking. My shirt finally rose all the way and my other breast was now showing. He said, "I've got to make it even!" and started sucking that nipple too. We were both laughing and he kept tickling me.

I was kicking my legs a little trying to get him off of me. He pinned my legs down and wide open with his knees, and kept my arms pinned on the bed. I was on my back looking up at my father with both of my breasts dripping in his saliva. 

He had no idea because he hadn't looked, but my pussy was showing because of the way my shorts were positioned. I wasn't wearing underwear.

I finally freed my hands and reached up and grabbed his nipples to twist them. He fell to his back on the bed and I quickly sat up and got on top of him. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. His gorgeous muscles were peaking through the tight shirt. The way I was sitting on him, my pussy was exposed to his thigh. Flesh on flesh and he didn't even know. He was pinching my nipples as I was pinching his, and finally he shouted "Ok! I give in!"

I rolled over on my back and we were lying next to each other staring at the ceiling. I was still so confused as to what had just transpired. I think he was too. We both just started falling asleep.

I woke up and knew he was knocked out. It was really hot in my room, and I figured at this point why would he care if I just took off my shirt. So I completely removed my shirts, my boobs flopping out. I started rubbing my nipples and cupping my breasts. I knew my dad's mouth had been on them, so I started sucking my own nipple, trying to taste him. I rubbed my tongue in circles pretending it was him.

I took off my shorts and was lying completely naked on my side with my dad. I made sure my boobs were right in his face incase he woke up. I wanted him to see them. I started rubbing my clit and playing with my nipples just staring at him. But it wasn't enough. I needed him to touch me. I took his hand and placed it on my pulsing opening, and waited for him to do the rest. I pretended I was asleep again when he woke up with his fingers touching my clit. Instead of removing them like I thought he was going to, he kind of fidgeted not knowing what to do. All of a sudden he slowly started rubbing my clit back and forth trying so desperately not to wake me. He was rubbing and circling my clit, god it felt so good! He was rubbing and rubbing gently and finally his finger entered me. I was so wet, and his hands were so big it felt amazing. I almost gave in and pretended I was awake when he did that.

He got off the bed and very softly turned my body so I was lying flat on my back. He came around the side of me and removed his shorts and boxers. He was rubbing my clit and fingering me while he started jerking his cock. He must have really loved my juices because he tasted his fingers and kept rubbing his cock. He was so lost in the moment that he looked up to the ceiling with his eyes closed and started moaning. He no longer had any hands on me, he was just pleasing himself looking at the ceiling. He was so lost in the moment, he hadn't even realized I went spread eagle for him. I was just watching him rub the shaft of his huge dick and I had my legs spread wide open. I was just going to look at him until he noticed I was awake.

He finally looked back down and we locked eyes. He paused what he was doing and tried to cover himself until he saw my dripping pussy welcoming him. I told him "Tickle me here dad, give me a raspberry here too."

Instead, he got back into bed with me, took my thighs and pulled me in close to him. He took the head of his dick and softly started rubbing my clit with it. He kept going a little lower, and coming back to keep rubbing my clit with it, until he finally shoved it inside me. I let out a huge gasp. It was so big. I had never felt a dick that size in me before. He took it out completely. He shoved it in again, this time me gasping louder.

He started thrusting into me slowly, making sure I felt every inch of his dick. I couldn't help gasping every time the tip hit my g-spot. He began playing and sucking my nipples again. Every time I gasped when he hit my perfect spot, he bit down on my nipple til I moaned.

We found the most perfect rhythm. He flipped me over and started slapping my ass and fucking my pussy. I was rubbing my clit in circles and he was thrusting his massive dick inside me. He was hitting my g-spot and I was circling my clit at the same time. The more I played with my clit the harder I moaned. He wanted to play with it. He turned me back over and put my thighs over his shoulder. He started eating my pussy and fingering me with my thighs around his muscular neck. I was so wet for my dad. 

He grabbed my waist and shoved me back onto the bed. He put his dick in me once again, slamming me hard into the mattress. He put himself so far in me that I lost my breath. He held me there for a few seconds. I still wasn't breathing. That was the farthest he had been in me yet. I had no words it felt so damn good. I came instantly.

This was the best and only orgasm I had ever had. He came inside me and rolled over and tried to slow his breathing back to normal.

He looked me in the eyes and said, "What about Oceans Twelve tomorrow night?"



Movie Night with Joey and Mike



A few years ago, when I was just returning home from college, I was hanging out with one of my old high school friends at my place. He and I used to be pretty tight before we ended up heading off to separate schools, him in Texas and me in Michigan. My friend, Joe, had come over with a case of beer and a pile of movies. We used to stay up all night when we were kids watching bad horror movies and making fun of how corny they were. That was one tradition we vowed to keep when we came home from college each year. From a quick glance at the top of the stack, it looked like another selection of cheesy horror flicks, now in DVD form instead of VHS. 

Joe walked over and popped in a movie, then walked over and plopped down on the couch and ripped open the case of beer. He tossed me one, and we kicked back and starting drinking. The horror movie wasn't that great. In fact, it was pretty lame. But, the highlights of it, like most horror movies, were the brief sex scenes with partial nudity. A couple of those scenes had happened through the movie. Each time, Joey and I just sat there, watching. I could feel my own dick harden at the scene, and I tried to push my beer can in my crotch to keep it down.

The night went on, and we popped in another movie. By now we were both feeling pretty buzzed, laughing at pretty much all the scary parts instead of being afraid. And when the sex scenes in this movie started, I again felt my dick start to rise. I was having enough of this getting excited and not being able to do anything about it, so I sat my beer down and was getting ready to go to the bathroom to release the hounds when I looked over and saw Joey fixated on the screen, a beer in one hand, and his dick in another.

I don't know if he noticed me looking at him or not, but he kept stroking his dick throughout the scene. He started to pick up pace, but before he could finish, the scene ended. That was enough to snap his attention back a little, and he looked over and saw me gaping at him. "Oh, sorry, dude." He moved to tuck his penis back in his pants.

"Couldn't wait, huh?" I teased.

"Nah, man." Joey took another swig off his beer. "I hate waiting. Sorry about that."

"No problem," I consoled. "I was just about to get up and do the same thing. Only… er… a little more privately."

"Shit, man," Joe said, "you don't need to go anywhere. We're buds. We can whip out our dicks and jack off together."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, man. Come on."

"Joe," I looked at him bewildered. "Umm… what exactly have you been doing down there in Texas?"

"Shut up, man." Joe glared at me. "I'm just talking about a little release for ourselves. We don't have to do anything. Look," Joe reached down into his stack of movies and pulled out another DVD, this one with a little more colorful on the box than the others. He handed it to me.

I took the DVD and read, "Real Squirters #16. Man, you got a thing for lousy porn?"

"Hey, it gets the job done," he shrugged.

I took another swig off my beer, and felt my dick move slightly as I turned the DVD over to see some screenshots from the movie on the back. "Okay," I decided. "Sure. Let's do it."

I walked over to the DVD player and stopped the horror flick, and popped in the porn flick instead. I went back over to the couch. Joey already had his dick out. I eyed it tentatively, then sat down on the couch and pulled mine out as well.

The movie started, and it wasn't long before it was into a heavy porn scene. The quality of video was bad, but it was enough to get us going. I looked over, and Joe had already begun to jerk on his cock. I shrugged and started to do the same. We sat there, slowly stroking our dicks for the next 10 minutes, priming them for whomever the next girl getting her holes filled was going to be. As soon as she popped onto the screen, Joey stood up and pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles, and sat back down on the couch.

"Hey," I commented, "don't be getting jizz all over the couch." Joe nodded, and started stroking as we watched the movie. In no time at all, I heard Joe's breath getting ragged, and looked over to watch his hand furiously pumping his cock. I noticed for the first time that Joe was fairly well endowed. Jackass. He must've had an 8-inch dick, with some massive girth.

"Jesus," I commented. "You asshole. How'd you get such a big cock?"

Joe smiled at me. "It runs in the family."

"Wow," I muttered.

Joe was back at his massively unfair dick, and I could see him start to arch his body a little bit. In another moment, Joe was grunting out, and a few spurts of cum were shooting from his dick onto the floor. I didn't say anything. While Joe had been watching the movie, I had been watching him. And for some reason, I was getting more turned on. Maybe it was the sounds of the woman's moaning and screaming in the background, or maybe it was something else. But, it didn't matter. As soon as Joe was done and was starting to recover, I was watching the movie again, stroking myself a bit faster so I could have my turn.

I watched as some brunette with pigtails was getting bent over a poolside table, and I closed my eyes as I furiously pumped my cock, listening to her moans. I could feel my semen start to build, that inevitable pressure that builds in the bottom of your shaft. Just as I started to slow my thrusts to help make myself cum more, I felt a hand cover mine and stop me.

My eyes snapped open. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked Joe. He had slid over closer to me on the couch, and had his hand around my hand.

"I thought I might help you, is all." He looked at my dick tentatively.

"What makes you think I'd want your help?"

"Hey. Everyone deserves a good handjob once in a while. Besides, don't want you to get carpal tunnel." I sneered at him, but let go of my dick and shuddered as he closed his sweaty man hands around my cock.

I groaned a little as he squeezed the shaft in his palm. He seemed to know just the right amount of pressure, and he started to slowly stroke me. I turned to watch the TV again, and was rewarded with my brunette beauty having a screaming orgasm, her pussy gushing. Now I knew why it was called Real Squirters. Joe picked up speed as she was cumming, and I could feel my own dick ready to burst. 

"Shit, Joe," I gasped. "I'm cumming."

Joe didn't say anything. Instead, he responded by squeezing my dick a little harder. My eyes lolled shut, and I arched my crotch up into his hand. Just as I was about to cum, I felt Joe's tongue on the very bottom tip of my dick. I opened my eyes in surprise and saw him still jerking me, with his mouth open at the end of my dick, waiting for my cum. I couldn't help myself. I came.

I came so hard, some of my cum actually shot onto his face and not into his waiting mouth. I bucked a few times, and smaller bits of cum squirted out of me onto Joe's tongue. When it was clear that I was spent, Joe closed his mouth and swallowed, then lowered his mouth around my dick to lick it clean.

I panted. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Joey pulled his mouth off my dick and looked up at me. "Giving you your first life changing experience."

"What?"

Joe didn't speak. Instead, he stood up and grabbed his own dick in his hand. "Suck it."

At those words, I felt my own limp dick stir again. I looked up at Joey silently, and he wiggled his dick in front of me like a bat. "Suck it, Mike."

Dutifully, I leaned forward on the couch and placed my hand under his dick, holding it up so I could take it into my mouth. I could taste the sweat and cum on his dick from earlier. And his crotch smelled like sweaty man. He stood there, letting me explore another man's dick for the first time. I tried taking the whole thing into my mouth, but found that I gagged when I tried. Then I tried sucking the tip and stroking the shaft with my hand.

"You suck at this, Mike."

"Shut up. I've never done this before."

"Yeah, but you've had blowjobs before, right?"

"Yeah. So?"

"So, you know what feels good. Do that to me."

I sighed, shaking my head and lowering my mouth back onto his dick. The thing I liked when some experienced girls had given me bj's was when they used their tongue. I always loved the feel of a girl's velvet tongue sliding along the bottom of my shaft as she sucked my dick hard. So that's what I did to Joey. I still couldn't take all of him into my mouth, but I sucked him in as far as I could handle and started to go at his shaft in earnest.

"Better," he moaned.

I could feel Joey put his hand on the top of my head, pulling at my hair and helping me move along his cock. His dick was still a little limp, but the more I sucked, the harder it became. Before long, my whole mouth tasted of penis and sweat, and I felt my own dick starting to harden again.

Joey pulled me off his dick and looked down at me. "Now, get on the couch on your hands and knees."

"What?" I protested. "I'm not doing that."

"You say that now. But you've never tried it. Do it. If you don't like how it feels, I'll stop."

What was I to do? On the one hand, the idea of having another man's dick inside of me seemed so foreign and unnatural. I'd never even imagined being with another guy before. On the other hand, I couldn't deny the way my dick was getting hard, and the way my butt tensed a little when he had started talking about it.

"Okay." I got on my hands in knees on the couch. "I can't believe we're doing this."

"Believe it," Joe replied.

I felt the couch cushions sink a little as Joe climbed behind me, adjusting my butt so it was at the height of his dick.

"There are some people who think that you need to slowly work your way up, stretching your asshole little by little until you're ready to take on bigger things. I think that's crap. The way I learned was to go all the way the first time. Got my ass cherry popped, and popped deep and hard."

My dick throbbed at that. "How long have you been doing this? When was your first time?"

"I was at Jared O'Neil's party…" he began.

"No shit! Jared O'Neil is gay?"

Joe reached forward and smacked me on the head with his palm. "Not gay, you idiot. Do you think this makes you and I gay? Don't think in absolutes. You like girls, and now you're trying things with guys. If anything, you could say you're bisexual. That's what Jared is."

"Oh." Somehow it had never crossed my mind before. I never would have thought that I could be bi. It seemed so… I don't know… alternative and kinky?

Joe started talking again. "We were at Jared's party, and a bunch of us were getting wasted. Jared and I were watching this guy and girl, Tim McKenzie and Lindsay Douglass, going at it hot and heavy on the other couch. They were too into it to know we were even there. Jared reached over and grabbed my crotch. I looked over at him and reached over to grab his. We started rubbing each other, and I remember feeling the bulge of his dick pressed against my palm for the very first time."

I tried to imagine the scene as I sat there on my hands and knees, waiting for my friend to impale me with his dick.

"He and I decided to go upstairs to his parent's room. He said they had some 'supplies' up there. We never really got to use any more than some lube that night, because as soon as we got into the room and shut the door, he pushed me onto the bed and started pulling my pants off. He forced me onto my stomach, spread my cheeks, and shoved himself inside."

At that, Joey grunted as he pushed his own dick inside of me. I screamed. It hurt like Hell. I thought I could feel stuff tearing inside. Joey didn't waste any time, though. Already he was starting to move his dick in and out of me slowly.

I felt tears in my eyes at the pain. Joe didn't say anything, though. He just kept grinding himself inside me. I closed my eyes, and let myself feel his dick sliding in and out of me. I could feel a weird tingling in my dick, and I wanted to reach down and stroke it. I tried to do just that, and as I started to make a few, tentative strokes, I felt my asshole contract and pull Joe tight inside of me. Joe gasped, and I felt him respond by shoving his dick completely inside of me again. That was enough to throw me off balance, so I had to drop my dick and hold onto the arm of the couch for support.

Joe was like a monster now. I don't even know if he knew it was me he was fucking. I looked back over my shoulder as much as I could to watch him. He was blinking slowly, and his whole body was moving as he held my butt with his hands and force fucked me from behind.

He started to grunt and groan.

I felt Joe's pace pick up, and then all the sudden slow as he made probably a dozen slow, hard, deep thrusts inside of me. And that was it. Joe grunted out like a guy getting sucker punched in the gut, and I felt him burst inside of me.

I felt his cum like hot gel, slowly sliding along the inside of my colon. I was panting too. I couldn't believe it. Here I was, my best friend's dick stuffed in my ass, and his cum oozing inside me like in a girl's pussy.

Joe made a few, half-hearted thrusts, and then pulled himself out of me and sat back on the couch. He sat there, panting, and grabbed a drink of my beer before reaching for the DVD remote. "Okay. Now it's your turn."

Joe clicked the play button to restart the DVD. Then he lowered himself onto the floor, getting on his own hands and knees.

As I stood up, I could feel my sore ass burning, but I could also feel Joey's cum slipping down to the entrance of my hole. As I lowered myself to the floor, my dick brushed against Joe's leg, and I felt it grow hard as I pressed it harder against his skin.

I looked up to the TV to watch the opening scene of Real Squirters #16 again, and took my dick in my hand.

As I leaned forward to line my dick up with Joey's as, I wondered if this was a new tradition we were starting. With that thought in mind, I gathered my strength and began to fuck my best friend.



Movie Night with Miss Fraisa



Another short story I wrote last year for a friend of mine who drew a sexy piece of art for me. 

Though I must warn you, this story contains anthropomorphic (Or Furry in simpler terms) characters, not humans. If that's not your cup of tea, leave now, or just waste "BAWWW" space on the comments below. 

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On a typical Saturday night, most people would go to bars in search of a good time and drinks, go party with friends or relatives if a special occasion calls for it, or even go see a movie with a date or loved one. For Fraisa, the voluptuous pink bovine of silver hair, her choice was the latter, but with a different approach. A much more naughty, sensual approach...

Twirling a DVD box between her fingers, she talks on her cell phone to a new local friend she wanted to invite over. It didn't take much effort, for the said person had taken an...Interest to her on the first time they met. 

"What kind of movie is it?" Said the voice on the other line.

"Oh, that's a surprise, little one." Replied the big cow, her ice blue eyes looking from her small glasses at the cover of the movie box, which was simply lettered "XXX", which one could tell what the contents of the video would be. "Although...it's titled Triple X" She said with a smirk.

"That Vin Diesel movie?"

"Never in a million years, but i do say, it's very...action oriented. But don't worry your cute little head me, dear, I'll make sure you enjoy it.." And with that, she hung up, leaving her new friend to blush at what she meant with those words.

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A half hour later, a knock on the door signaled Fraisa that her movie pal was here. She opens the door...

"H-hi, miss Frai---MMMPPH!!!"

And before the invited one could finish his sentence, the large cow hugs him to her massive breasts, the colossal cleavage produced by her tight green, open cut shirt completely smothering the male between them.

"And hello to you, little Jason." She lets the male down and looks him over, giving a slight moo at the yummy sight. Jason, also known as Soulman as she remembers, was a fit dog of the the golden Carolina breed, a little more than half her towering 10 foot height at five feet and nine inches, his black button up and blue jeans a good fit that showed off his form. While his plain clothes did little to make him stand out, what DID in place of that was his well-trimmed black hair, in which it had a patch of white on the right side on the front of it. Yet what was even more peculiar was that his left eye had a black scar that hooked downwards slightly to the right, having even the laid back bovine wondering how it originated... 

But such deep thinking was meant for another time, Fraisa thought to herself, as she carried the newcomer by the hand to her living room. He took a seat on her couch, but soon after was hip bumped onto the floor by Fraisa. "No you don't, little one. This seat's reserved for me." And she slowly lays her thick frame sideways across it, the strong couch groaning from her ton and a half weight. "Besides, gravity is so mean to these huge puppies of mine, and your head would make the perfect rest for them." With a giggle, the bovine rests her massive bosom on Jasons head, making him blush and grunt from the heavy weight and softness. He thought that his neck would almost snap from how heavy they were, a bag full of bowling balls feeling lighter than the cows pair of jiggling breasts, though the softness and warmth that he felt from it was all it took to coax him to stay still with his boobie hat. 

"Comfy?" She asked in a sensual tone, leaning forward to add even more weight and boobage to the already blushing dog. 

"Er...y-yes, mam." Jason replied politely, his face turning red as bulge forms in his pants from the naughty situation. "S-so, where's that Triple X at? If it's not Vin Diesel in it, this is this the Ice Cube movie?"

"Neither, but look for yourself..." Reaching between her breasts, she pulls out the DVD box she was holding earlier, and drops it on the tent in Jason pants. "This triple x is much more fun, and very much so satisfying..." A evil grin crosses her lush lips when she fells him freeze and tense up once he sees the box. Indeed the movie was XxX, as labeled in big white letters, but the large red, lipstick kiss gave it an entirely different context.

"Wait a minute! W-what is this!?" The canine exclaimed, his eyes wide and his cheeks bright red.

"Well," The pink cow pushes up her glasses. "to be precise, it's the portrayal of explicit sexual subject matter in visual form for the sole purpose of sexual excitement and erotic satisfaction. In laymen terms; a porno."

"Gulp..." That was the only response the golden dog could make, shifting nervously as his member gets harder, making the lovely cow giggle as she presses a button on her remote and plays the video on the large TV screen, the title of the movie showing in big letters as "Yiff Passions."

"Let's skip the boring parts; the plot is wit-retardant anyway..." With another press, the video starts to slowly fast-forward, and Fraisa takes this chance to further play with Jason, sliding her hands down into his shirt, her soft, sensual fingers brushing lightly against his fur. "Now, Jason, while where watching this movie, i want you to stay nice and hard like you are now..."

"Huh! H-how'd you know?" The dog furry starting to sweat a little as her touches get dangerously close to his aroused privates.

"Woman's intuition; We know everything men think we don't, and then some." The lovely bovine reaches down even more until her hands feel wrap around that thick shaft of his, causing Jason to shudder and murr from her expert touch. "As i was saying, stay hard and aroused just like that throughout the whole movie, but you are NOT to cum until the end. Oh, here comes the sexy scene..."

And for over two long, mind-numbing hours, Fraisa snuggled, kissed and sensually massaged the blushing Soulman as she made him watch some of the naughtiest sex ever, her expert skills keeping him ever close to the edge of orgasm, but never letting him over it. He heard Fraisa was a tease, but this was torture! Some scenes were passionate and lighthearted, one part showing a nude white wolf with a black stripe above his nose lovingly kissing a voluptuous and thick red vixen with purple eyes as she hugs him close to her equally nude frame, playfully squeezing his tight rump. From how well the two were going at it, it was easy to say they must of been extremely close lovers in real life off the set. Other scenes were more raunchy and adult, a beautiful and tremendously busty Egyptian woman with long black hair covering her left eye, which was decorated with lovely golden eyeliner and and beauty mark near her lush, full lips teasingly fondling the male-hood of a shy but a decently well hung white unicorn, the equines face blushing hard as he moans from the treatment, like the current event transpiring is but a dream come true, or dream cum true as his sensitive member twitches and erupts white hot semen on her hands and body. And then some scenes that took hardcore sexual content to extreme levels, proven as a tall and powerfully built demon husky of black, white and yellow fur rammed one of her two colossal members deep into a curvy, plump black dragoness with blonde hair and green eyes with purple eye shadow. The two were going at it hard, making an orgasmic mess everywhere with their seemingly infinite ejaculations.

All this and more made the big bovine very frisky and aroused as she played more erotically with Jason, until finally the video stopped, and Fraisa got up to take the DVD out, leaving the flushed dog male panting and rock hard, leaking pre from his pent up testicles.

"T...thank god, it's finally over...." Jason said, sweating hard as he started to paw off, but before he could even get his hand to his throbbing canine meat, the plump bovine flopped right on top of him, grinding on his lap until his cock was wedged tight between her massive pink rump cheeks.

"Naughty boy, I said not until the movie's over..." She smirks, and grabs his paws and rubs them against the underside of her breasts.

"But I saw it end! How could...." That was when he peaked around the cows huge backside, and died a little inside.

The porno case was open, with one DVD laying next to it. 

One of three more that were still inside the case.