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Nick

By: nickshy



"Unnngggh," I groaned as my alarm beeped me into consciousness Monday morning. I considered slamming my fist down on the snooze button, as usual, but then I remembered that I had a psych exam in an hour, and I blew off studying last night. "Damn," I mumbled, turning my alarm off and crawling out of bed. I stood up and stretched my arms over my head, yawned, and scratched my chest. I gazed out the window and groaned inwardly as I saw heavy sheets of rain pelting campus walk. This is going to be a bad day, I thought. 

Glancing at my roommate Matt's bed, I saw that it had already been made and that he had already left. What a dork, I said to myself, shaking my head. Matt always wakes up at the crack of dawn, whether it's a weekday or the weekend, and headed to the library to study. Good thing he's quiet in the morning, or I might be forced to find him a new roommate.

I took a quick shower and threw on some jeans and a t-shirt, then I sat down at my desk to frantically cram for psych exam which was now 50 minutes away. I found my psych book in my backpack, but I couldn't find my notebook. Where the hell did I put it? Then I remembered; I'd lent it to Nick, one of my suite mates, last night. He and I are in the same psych class, and he goes to even fewer lectures than I do, so I let him borrow my notes last night.

I got up and went into the bathroom, which separated my room from Nick's. I put my ear against Nick's door to listen for any noise so I'd know if he was awake, but I couldn't hear anything. Deciding I really needed that notebook if I wanted to get a decent grade on the exam, I quietly and slowly opened the door and poked my head into the room. Looking first straight ahead, Steve, Nick's roommate, wasn't in his bed or at his desk, so I figured he had gone to an early class or something. Nick's and Steve's dressers were to my left, so I couldn't see the far side of the room, where Nick's bed and desk were. 

I peeked around the dressers and was shocked at what I saw: Nick was lying on top of his bed sheets, wearing nothing but a pair of plaid flannel boxers, which were down around his ankles. Nick's right fist was wrapped around his dick, pumping. His left hand was pinching his nipples, and his head was thrown back. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, and his mouth opened and closed slowly as little grunts and moans came from deep in his throat. Nick's entire body was writhing and convulsing as he pleasured himself; he was completely unaware of my presence. 

I felt a stirring in my own boxers as I looked at Nick; my hand involuntarily moved to my crotch to rub my own cock through my jeans. I was totally riveted; I couldn't move from that spot, even if I wanted to. Watching this stud, this adonis, this gorgeous specimen of a male as he pounded his meat was almost more than I could handle. 

Suddenly, Nick gasped several times, his muscles tensed, his jaw clenched, and several volleys of his juice shot out of his dick and landed all over his chest and stomach. He continued gasping as his orgasm stretched on, and I watched him, my mouth watering. Finally, with a final grunt, his head collapsed back on his pillow, the aftershocks of his orgasm flowing through him. His chest heaved as his lungs clawed for air, and his hand continued slowly stroking his member, squeezing the last few drops of liquid onto his stomach. I knew that I was in danger of being spotted now, but I still couldn't seem to move. 

Nick's eyes stayed shut as his orgasm slowly ebbed. He grabbed a bunch of tissues from the edge of his bed and wiped up his fluid as I stood there, staring at him, for what I think was a full minute. I still couldn't move.

Abruptly Nick raised his head and I ducked my head back around the dresser. Had he seen me? I decided not to stick around and find out; I retreated to the bathroom and back into my own dorm as quickly as I could without making any noise. I closed the door behind me and sank back against it. My heart raced, my blood pounded in my cheeks and ears, my cock throbbed. I couldn't believe what I'd just seen! And I had even more trouble digesting my reaction to it; I mean, I know I have more of a desire for men than most other guys -- the Nifty Archive has been a great source of "entertainment" for me several times -- but never have I had such a strong feeling for another guy, a real guy. 

I shook my head and splashed my face with cold water to try to regain my wits. What did this mean for me? I'd been with my girlfriend, Kelly, for a year, and I loved her. Our sex life was great, too. So now that I had this attraction to Nick...? 

As I was drying my face, there was a knock at the bathroom door. 

"Yeah," I called out, panicking. I knew it would be Nick. He must have seen me. He must know I was watching him. Think fast.

Just as I'd feared, Nick walked in. This time, though, he was fully clothed. 

"Hey, Kev, what's up?" he asked. I couldn't read his face or his voice, though; I wasn't sure if he was angry or suspicious...or even just oblivious.

"Hey, not much. You?" I replied, trying to sound equally neutral.

"Nothing, just woke up," he said. He paused for a minute and stepped further into the room, looking over at the far side of the room to see if Matt was around. "Uh, hey, were you just in my room looking for this?" He handed me my psych notebook.

I froze. What should I say? He obviously knew I was in his room, but he didn't seem angry or upset at all. So I decided to keep up my neutrality; I just wouldn't answer his question.

"Oh, cool, thanks. You ready for the test?" I asked, changing the subject.

He snorted. "Yeah, right. I'm gonna bomb it. I studied your notes for, like, 15 minutes last night before I decided I was tired and went to bed," he said, laughing. "All I have to say is Dr O'Brien better give us a curve or there'll be hell to pay."

I laughed as naturally as I could; looking back, I think I did a pretty good job of acting cool. I'm not exactly sure what we said next, but I know we made small talk for another minute or so, then agreed to finish getting ready and head over to the food court for some breakfast before class.

As soon as Nick left my room, I fell back on my bed and let out a long breath. So he did see me, I thought despondently. Now what? What would I say? Should I mention it? Apologize or something? Or should I act like it didn't happen at all?

The sound of Nick turning on the water in the shower snapped me out of my reverie. I decided I'd drop it and let Nick mention it if he wanted to. I stood up and finished getting ready for class, then plopped back down on my bed to read over my notes, even though I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate on studying or on taking the test. All I could think about was Nick's naked form as he jacked off....

"Yo, O'Brien, you ready to go?" Nick asked, popping his head into my room again. 

"Yeah, let's go," I said, dropping my notebook into my backpack and following Nick out into the hall. We half walked, half ran to the food court because of the rain. It wasn't far, but we were definitely wet by the time we got there. I just grabbed a muffin and a cup of coffee, since the morning's excitement had done a number on my appetite, and sat down at a table in the corner of the room with Nick.

Neither of us said anything for a few minutes; we just looked out at the people in the room, each of us waving occasionally at friends.

"So, uh, how long were you watching me this morning, Kev?" Nick asked.

I nearly knocked my coffee over as his words sunk in. Now the shit hits the fan, I said to myself. I briefly considered feigning confusion to stall for time to think of a good answer, but I decided that would just delay the inevitable, and he might be less pissed if I just told the truth and acted nonchalant.

"Listen, man, I didn't mean to walk in like that -- I thought you were still asleep. I walked in quietly so I wouldn't wake you up, then I saw what was going on..." I began, then trailed off. I didn't feel like I needed to say anything else.

Nick frowned and shrugged dismissingly. "Dude, I don't care," he said, taking a few sips of his orange juice. "I wasn't even going to bring it up except that you seem all uncomfortable about it."

"No, not at all, I just--"

"Look, like I said, it's nothing. Don't give it a second thought," he said, his eyes, luminous and green, drilling into mine.

"Yeah, ok, cool," I said, thinking how great it would be if suddenly the earth split in two and swallowed me up. I'd been in many uncomfortable situations before, but this topped them all.

"You've obviously never seen another guy jack off before, huh?" Nick pressed, keeping this topic all too alive for me.

"Now what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I asked myself. Instead of showing my annoyance, I just said, "No, why, do you make a habit of watching?" Then I laughed to let him know I was joking and didn't care about this anymore.

Nick just shrugged. "No, not a habit really, but shit's happened before, yeah."

Can he get any more cryptic? I had to admit, though, he had my undivided attention. "Uh, what do you mean by that? What are you talking about?"

There wasn't even a second's delay between my question and his response. "Yeah, I think you can figure out what I mean if you put your mind to it," he said, looking up at me with those irresistible eyes as he took a bite of his cereal.

I shrugged and nodded. "Yeah, I guess I can get a general idea." I knew he meant something in the homosexual department, but I certainly wouldn't have guessed that before that day. Even now, after all this happened, he asks his roommate to spend the occasional Friday night in my room so he can further his conquests with the female half of the race.

The next few minutes were spent in silence. I kind of picked at my muffin until Nick had finished his cereal. "Want to go now? It's about ten 'till," he said.

"Yeah, sure," I responded.

I don't remember much about the rest of that day. I knew as soon as I saw that test that I'd fail it, which I did. I just couldn't concentrate on it. Fittingly, it had a few questions about homosexuality and its different levels of acceptance in different cultures. That's really all I remember about it.

I know I intentionally flew through the test so I'd finish way ahead of Nick. I didn't want to walk back to the dorm with him; despite the fact that I was intensely curious about his past experiences with guys and that I could hardly keep myself from jumping his bones, I'd had my fill of him for the moment.

The next few days just went by like all the others. I thought about Nick now and then, but my mind returned to school and friends. I didn't actually see Nick for a week, because he skipped psych Wednesday and I skipped it Friday of that week. The next Monday I got up early and went to breakfast before Nick could trap me into going with him. I also got to class much earlier than he did. I gave him a nod to say "hey" as he 

came in and took the seat directly behind me, but I didn't say anything. Dr O'Brien lectured for 50 long, arduous minutes, and I dozed off at least twice. Finally he ended the class and I packed my stuff up with lightning speed. I was out of the class and into the hallway before anyone else, walking quickly to avoid Nick. Unfortunately, I heard him call after me, so I stopped to let him catch up.

"Hey, you peaced out in a hurry. What's up?" he said when he caught up. He flashed me a smile that made my knees weak; I'd never felt this strongly for a guy before. It was more than a little unnerving.

"Not much, been busy with school and all," I said.

"Oh," he said. If he picked up on my "go away" vibes, he didn't acknowledge them. "Hey, um, you're not mad at me or anything, are you?"

"Mad? Nah, why?" I felt like I was lying at the time, but now that I look back on it, I really wasn't mad, I just didn't know how I should act towards the guy. I felt like I should drop it and move on, just act normally with him, but I couldn't yet. I'm sure I'll be getting all kinds of emails from readers saying "What's your big hangup on homosexuality about?"...don't ask, I don't know.

"Well, you just seem kinda...cold, that's all." I just shrugged my shoulders. "Well, I know our conversation last week left you a little...uh...confused, maybe?" he said, trying to look me in the eye.

"Not really," I lied. "If I'm thinking of the same conversation as you, it didn't leave me confused. That kind of thing -- your sex life, I mean -- is your business, not mine. I really haven't thought about it that much." I knew he didn't believe me, but at that point, I didn't care. I was frustrated because Nick seemed to be able to read my emotions like a book.

"Well, OK, whatever."

We walked on without saying anything for a few minutes. We were almost back at the dorm when he said, "Oh, hey, I almost forgot. You're in French, right?"

"Yeah," I answered.

"Do you get it? I'm in 102, and I'm lost. Foreign languages aren't my thing. Can you help me out?"

You know damn well that I don't want anything to do with you right now. "Yeah, sure, when were you thinking?" I said.

He scratched the back of his neck and looked down at the ground sheepishly, which only made him cute. Stop that, I mentally commanded him. "See, I sorta have this test tomorrow afternoon...."

I laughed and shook my head. It's impossible to stay mad at Nick; he's too damn adorable.

"All right, it looks like we're in for a long night, then," I said.

He grinned broadly. "Thanks man, I owe you one," he said, clapping me on the back.

"No problem. I promised Kelly I'd go to dinner with her tonight, so let's do it around, uh, 7:30?" I suggested.

Nick grinned again. "Yeah, that works. So, you and Kelly are still going out, huh?"

"Yeah, she's great. She might be 'the one' for me," I said, smiling dreamily. 

"Good for you, man!" Nick exclaimed. "I never look for anything more than a quick fuck with a girl -- you're obviously thinking ahead."

"Yeah, well..." I muttered, not knowing how to respond. Nick has this remarkable ability to render me speechless whenever he wants.

By that time we were back at our rooms, so we parted. I shut the door and was glad to see that Matt was out. A note on the board on our door said that he was going to be at a friend's room for the night, studying. I checked my email and surfed the web until it was time to meet Kelly for dinner. Afterward I came back and did some much-needed cleaning until 7:30, when Nick came through the bathroom.

"Oh, hey, ready for some French?" I asked, smirking.

"Oui, oui," he said, rolling his eyes. "I freakin' hate this class, man. I don't know how I'm going to survive it through 202."

"It's not that bad. You just don't pay enough attention in class and you don't keep up," I said, knowing full well that he never went to his classes.

He sat down next to me on my bed and opened up his notebook. "Yeah, you're probably right. But for now, I need a miracle. This test tomorrow's gonna cover 3 chapters. I'm fucked."

I laughed. "Yeah, probably...but let's see if you can learn enough to pass this beast."

We started going over the basics, and I was glad to see that he wasn't as dumb as I thought. He must have learned something last semester. After a few hours, though, he and I were both ready for a break.

"Whew," Nick sighed. "I need a break -- this stuff is hard."

"Yeah, OK," I agreed, grateful to concentrate on something other than Nick's body sitting so close to me that I could feel his body heat.

I stood up and dug some change out of one of my desk drawers.

"You want a soda? I'm making a machine run."

"Yeah, cool," he said, flopping back on my bed and throwing his books on the floor. "I'm beat. I don't want to study anymore

."

I laughed. "Oh, yeah? Well we still have another chapter to go over. Quit whining, Ricci, and get to work" I joked.

"Just go get the sodas, smartass," he said, stretching. His shirt came up and revealed his perfectly shaped abs, making my dick jump.

I practically bolted the room before Nick could notice me staring or see the outline of my hardon in my jeans. Being in the same tiny room as Nick was having quite an effect on me. My dick was practically leaping out of my jeans, and I could feel myself sweating. My heart was thumping so loudly I was sure Nick could hear it. This is just getting obnoxious, I observed to myself. I've got to get over this guy. Jesus, that sounds weird.

I returned a few minutes later to find Nick had fallen asleep. He'd undone the top few buttons of his shirt, because it was pretty hot, so I could see plenty of perfectly tanned skin. His hair was tousled, his bangs hanging down over his forehead. He looked so peaceful that I hated to disturb him, so I just watched him for a few minutes. When I'd had enough, I put the icy cold soda down on his bare chest.

That got him up. He jumped about a foot up in the air and, once he figured out what I'd done, he moved with blinding speed, tackled me, and wrestled me to the floor. I couldn't tell quickly enough what he was doing, so I went down without being able to put up much of a fight. We both lay there, laughing; he was right on top of me, and I'm sure he could feel my hardon pressing up against his own crotch. I was fairly certain I could feel his, but I couldn't really think about it. We stopped laughing and just stared at each other, panting. I felt only one thing at that moment: desire. I wanted him, and it was as simple as that. All my reservations and fears dissipated as I stared into his liquid emerald eyes.

Nick gave a quick, nervous laugh and got up. "Um, thanks for the soda," he said, retrieving his from the floor. He opened it up and threw his head back, draining the can in a few seconds. I was still on the floor, gazing up at him, watching his Adam's apple jump as he gulped the soda down. He then tossed the empty can into the trash and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Want to get back to studying now?"

"Sure," I replied, hopping up off the floor and to the left of him on my bed. I willed my cock down a little, and we got back to studying...for about three minutes. 

"OK, here, this is easy. Look over here," I said, pointing to an example on the left page of the book sitting in my lap. He leaned over my lap to read what I was pointing to for a second then looked up at me with an absolutely magnetic stare. My voice trailed off as a small smile curled his lips. He slowly raised his head...I could smell the fresh, clean scent of his cologne...I felt his hot breath on my throat...then I felt his soft, warm lips brush against my own ever so slightly. Then, once he felt me relax and surrender to him, he moved in for a longer kiss. His lips caressed mine; it was the most sensual and erotic sensation I'd ever experienced. The heat enveloped us at the kiss intensified; his tongue slowly made its way into my mouth and found my own tongue. I lost all thought, all cares, all worries, all feelings of the outside; I was completely lost in the passion of the kiss. 

Nick must have pushed the books and papers to the floor because soon he was on top of me as he had been a few minutes ago, but this time our lips were locked. I wrapped my arms around his back and lifted his shirt so I could rub his bare back and pull him closer to me, to press his body against my own. I massaged his strong back muscles just under his soft, smooth, perfect skin. Our kisses intensified like a battle; I would attack his neck with my lips and he'd pull me back up to do the same in a sweet struggle.

Nick pulled away suddenly, sitting up on his knees. He swept his bangs back with one hand and said to me in a husky, breathless voice, "Kevin, are you sure you want to do this? If not, tell me now, while I can still stop."


Nick



"Please, Nick," I say, and I sound pitiful, even to myself. But I don't care. I've waited too long for this. I need this. 

I need him. 

He's still staring at me, and I can see the torture in his face. I wish he would say something. Anything. The silence is becoming unbearable.

Finally, he moves. Keeping his eyes on mine, he strips off his black T-shirt and tosses it away. Then he backs up, slowly, until the wall comes up behind him. He leans his head back, closes his eyes.

And then I realize what he's doing.

Leaving it up to me. 

Now it's my turn. 

I step forward tentatively, breathless, scared any sound I make will shatter this moment and he'll wake up again, tell me this isn't right. I move nearer until I can smell the rain on his skin. My eyes take in the broad expanse of his chest exposed before me, the long rippling muscles of his abdomen. Raindrops are skittering down the ridges, dripping into the waistband of his black jeans. 

I reach out one shaking hand and rest it on his warm skin. A shiver runs through him at the contact, and I smile to myself. Then I lean in, lifting myself up on my toes, and place my lips on his. He makes a soft sound, and opens his mouth invitingly. I can taste the hunger in him, but he keeps his hands firmly against the wall at his back. I deepen the kiss, feeling that familiar black and rainbow fever blot out my sight, my senses. He surprises me by thrusting his tongue into my mouth, and I gasp, allowing my own tongue to be taken into his mouth in return. 

The fever rages. I can feel myself falling, falling, and there's no bottom to the plunge. I'm gripping Nick by the shoulders, letting him bruise my lips and bruising his in return. I can barely breathe, but then neither can he. All I know is that there has to be some kind of end to this, some kind of finish, or else we'll burn alive. 

I feel Nick's cold hand fly up and close around my wrist. His fingers are like a vise, unrelenting, as he drags my hand down his chest, over his stomach. He doesn't stop until my fingers brush below his belt.

The breath stops in my chest. 

My fingers touch black denim wet from the rain. But there's heat here also, some kind of fire. I feel the cold metal of his zipper. And then I feel something else. I clench my fingers around it, and he groans.

Suddenly I'm ripping open his pants, tugging down the zipper. He helps me, but our hands collide and so it takes longer than it should. Finally he shoves his pants down to his thighs, takes my hands in his own, and puts them on his body. 

I let out a low sound, not so different from the growl he makes as my fingers close around his penis. I tear my lips from his and look down. 

It's long and smooth, and thick, so thick I have trouble closing my fist all the way. Strong and blunt, thrusting against my hand from a nest of black hair. It's warm. I rub my fingers up and down its length several times, and Nick groans.

I find his face with my eyes and my heart turns over at the expression I see there. What could have been mistaken for agony etches his features. But it isn't pain he's feeling. His eyes are closed tight, his jaw tense. Once again I smile to myself, knowing what I'm doing is bringing him pleasure. 

Before I know what I'm doing, I'm on my knees before him, and I'm taking his penis into my mouth. He lets out a startled sound and his hands grip my head, as if to stop me. But then the hands fall away in surrender as I start moving. 

I can barely fit any of it in my mouth; it's too big. What I do taste is salty, smooth, and warm. I savor all the different textures, savor all the helpless sounds Nick makes as I love him. 

Suddenly, he pushes me away, his eyes alight with frenzy. His hand flies to his thrusting shaft, closes around it, rubs furiously. I watch, entranced, as he finishes what I started. Groans are ground from his lips as he comes. White liquid jets from his penis to the ground, and finally, Nick collapses, his breath coming fast. 

His eyes find mine, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Does this mean you like me?"

I shrug. "Maybe."



Nick - A Transgender Woman's First



It is surprisingly complicated for an attractive transgender woman to find a man to fuck.

At a singles bar, that mainstay of late 20th-century anonymous hedonism, a potential lover could take violent exception to having his heteronormative worldview challenged after he realizes he's been flirting with a woman who has a penis. Or, put another way, I feel that it's dangerous for me to flirt with men at a bar, because the worst-case scenario involves me winding up face-down in a pool of my own blood. As a transgender woman, that's more than just an abstract hypothetical. So no singles bar hookups for me.

Traditional matchmaking involving setups arranged by friends and family doesn't quite work when you're been married to a woman and just really want to feel a real live hard cock in you.

So that was why, shortly after my 40th birthday, I turned to that mainstay of early 21st-century anonymous hedonism, the pseudonymous Internet message board.

My 40th birthday had laid me out me harder than a 2x4 to the face, sending me into a spiral of self-doubt and angst. Even before my passage into unquestionable chronological middle age, I knew I was the unexpected beneficiary of genetic fortune, having transitioned from an awkward nerdy guy into a classically beautiful transgender woman. Hormone therapy and genetics had been kind to me. 

Or, as a female friend jealously observed, "You may be middle-aged, but your boobs are as perky as a teenager's. They've only been around for a few years." 

It had taken me time to believe these compliments about my attractiveness. One of the "Aha!" moments during my transition was when, after a late night, I went to a bar for food. I told myself I was going to that bar because it was the only nearby place that served non-diner food at 11pm. And in fact, the wings and stuffed mushrooms were pretty tasty, which is why I had occasionally frequented the bar as a late-night patron back when I had a credible "guy mode".

That night, I fended off an earnest business traveler who simply would not take "no" -- or my repeated observations about my wedding ring, my spouse, or my family -- as a final answer. He flirted, he flattered, he flitted around my deflections. But I was firm in my refusals, feeling an acute sense of danger that things could turn ugly if he realized what extra unwelcome part lurked underneath my clothes. 

But at the same time, I felt flattered. Until then, I had regarded passing comments from friends about my newly discovered "hotness" as mere politeness or stroking of my ego. And, after all, doesn't every woman suffer the indignities of harassment on the street or the occasional grope on the train?

By my 40th birthday, I had slowly become more secure in believing others when they told me I was beautiful. I managed to remove all the doubts in my mind about the sincerity of these compliments on my 40th birthday, a day which, due to the vagaries of my unique living arrangements, business schedule, and lack of truly close friends in town, I spent alone in my apartment.

As the evening hours ticked down, I reflected on my entry into middle age, and what might have been had I come out of the closet and transitioned earlier. What might have been had I taken my father's advice and dated other women in college. Or men. 

And reflecting on opportunities lost and wild oats not sown, I did what women seeking validation do nowadays. I took pictures of my tits and ass and posted them on the Internet for random people to comment on and masturbate to.

Wait, people don't commonly do that? Or if they do, they don't post them publicly? Yeah.

I sucked in my gut, mashed my boobs together and did my best to take flattering cleavage-and-ass shots. I posted some of the milder ones and received enthusiastic feedback. I didn't intend to post the fully topless pictures at first, but egged on by horny well-wishers, I did, and the rate-of-feedback increased.

"Stunning!" "Sexy as hell!" "Would really love to spend the night with you."

Those were just the start. But the private messages. Oh, the private messages. Some were simple flirty notes of thanks and appreciation and lust. Others were explicit come-ons and not-subtle-at-all statements of what they'd like to do to me. There were notes from women praising me for being confident enough to post, and complimenting me on my beauty and desirability.

There was even a note from a woman who told me, "You're just the kind of woman I think about my husband meeting at a bar and fucking while I watch." 

And of course, there were the dick pics. Penises! Cocks and dicks, crotch selfies taken in the spur of the moment, their senders telling me that this is the effect I had on them. 

I spent the evening at my computer, sexting with the people who were willing, furiously masturbating until I could take it no more. And through it all, my transgender status was left unstated. 

The next day at work was a bust. Discretion -- not to mention aggressive blocking and network monitoring -- prevented me from accessing the site during the day, and my mind wandered. I raced home early that evening, hoping to take advantage of the fading sunlight. I put on a pair of fuck-me-heels and some of my best lingerie, and started another photo set. 

I had not shown my face in my previous pictures, and I didn't intend to do that in my second set. But thinking about the people lustfully viewing me, masturbating to me, validating me -- it was intoxicating. I was stimulated, but as I shrugged off the straps of my satin-and-lace teddy to reveal my breasts and nipples to the fisheye of my cellphone camera, I realized that my arousal wasn't visible in the pictures.

I rummaged around in my nightstand drawer and pulled out one of my favorite toys, a stainless steel butt plug. I warmed the plug up, tugged aside the teddy, and gingerly inserted the plug. Sitting in front of a full-length mirror, I teased my own nipples and clenched down on the plug, revelling in the sensation of fullness. As I rocked back-and-forth, feeling the plug shifting inside of me, I felt the start of my orgasm hitting me. 

I shuddered and raised up my smartphone, snapping pictures of myself in the mirror, my nipples pert in anticipation, my lips pursed apart in the "O" of the intensity of it all. 

The pictures came out wonderfully. On the final pictures of the series, I was able to crop out the top of my face so that my pursed lips, flinching in the waves of my orgasm, could be seen. I also had taken the picture so that my crotch was out-of-frame, although I did tease with a final picture of my ass showing the silver of the end of the plug peeking out. 

I edited and posted the second set of pictures that night, and spent that night, too, in a haze of lascivious chatting with suitors willing to describe in detail what they wanted to do to my body.

By the next morning, the pictures of my tits and ass -- not to mention the last pictures of my body in the throes of an about-to-hit orgasm -- had been viewed several thousand times. Mind you, it wasn't the volume of attention that younger, more-popular women tended to receive. But still, enough attention to make me feel empowered. 

The next morning during my commute, I looked over the crowd of commuters and idly wondered if any had jacked off to my pictures the night before. 

Life intruded on my online exhibition, though. The press of work and family and other obligations, not to mention frustration with lighting and the quality of pictures I could take with my smartphone -- it all prevented me from taking and posting more pictures.

But a month later, my mind wandered again to the net, and to desires.

Pre-transition, I was a shy, awkward and scrawny guy. I married a woman who was not threatened by my lack-of-masculinity, and our sex life was, well, familiar. From an early age, I had identified as bisexual, but I never found it in myself to do more than look at men. With middle-age now hitting me square between the eyes, I felt an acute sense of the fleetingness of my own newly attained beauty, combined with a tinge of despair that by delaying transition until a few years ago, I had frittered away my youth fighting a futile battle trying to be more masculine.

Or maybe that's all just a bunch of self-justifying philosophical bullshit. Maybe after turning 40 I just realized that I wanted to feel young again, and that sucking a cock and getting fucked by a man might somehow help me regain some of that lost time.

So I did what I have done in many other facets of my life. I meticulously researched, considered my options, and then carefully composed a note to random strangers on the Internet, posting pseudonymously on a hookup board:

tl;dr right at the top: I am an attractive, confident trans woman. I haz a penis. Straight men find me attractive until they learn I'm trans. I've never had sex with a man and at this point in my life, I want it. I think my body is telling me that I need it.

So...the details.

I'd like to hear how making my own fantasies come to reality might mesh with your own fantasies. Scenes with older men intrigue me, as do scenes with much younger men. Is it weird for me to come out and say that, and then say that being someone's fetish because I'm trans kind of creeps me out?

I think I want more than just a one-night-fuck out of this, although after the frustrations I've had already, that might be ok, too. Friends-with-benefits sounds great in theory, but I'm not sure how exactly it would work.

Help me unpack all of that, and you can pack....No, I'm not going to go there. (Oh, wait, I just did.)

The initial responses were intoxicating -- potential lovers lining up in my Inbox, presenting themselves to me for my approval. Some I rejected offhand without even responding; others went silent after I sent my own pictures. Others, initially promising, went silent when I proposed an in-person meeting.

Nick's initial message to me came on Monday, well after the flood of initial replies had ceased. I suspect that had he responded to me immediately after my initial post, I may very well have ignored him. He wasn't particularly charming in his messages, and his picture wasn't particularly hot. He was simply...there. And willing (and a touch earnest in his desire to please me).

I sent him links to my topless pictures and he complimented me more. We flirted and I suggested that Thursday or Friday night were a possibility for some sexy fun.

I cannot pretend that this assignation wasn't planned. Looking up the cost of a convenient hotel could be regarded as a flight of fancy. Booking a cancelable reservation -- well, that's certainly a big step that leaves an electronic trail. Packing an overnight bag with condoms, lube and lingerie -- that ventures far into the realm of premeditation.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. In response to Nick's enthusiasm on Monday, I did book a cancelable reservation and wrote:

I'm glad you like my pictures.;) I can tease some more if that's what you want.

Let's plunge into this. (Haha, I didn't mean to do that.) (Maybe I did.)

Thursday night or Friday night are options.

How do you see this going down? (Oops.) I think there's some inherent tension between wanting something fairly NSA but also needing to make sure (for both of us) that we're clicking before getting down to it. I think I'd like to have dinner with you beforehand -- is that heading too far into "date" territory for you?

How poorly did my awkward joking and double entendres hide my physical cravings? I was anxious, and Nick's lack-of-immediate-response was a bit unnerving. The day stretched on with no answer. Tuesday night, after a furious just-before-falling-asleep masturbation session, I wrote him with what I thought was me trying to be not-so-pushy-but-still insistent: "Hi, there. Just dropping you a note to let you know I'm still interested. Let me know what's up." I fell asleep, wondering what my next steps would be, wondering if this was really unattainable for me.

Wednesday morning, I awoke to a positive, albeit brief response: "I'm still interested." Certainly not the most overwhelming indication of interest and lust. I responded with a few questions about logistics, suggesting we meet for dinner at a quiet French restaurant, and indicating that I was serious enough about all of this to book a hotel for the evening. All day Wednesday, I waited for a response. Nothing. Had he gotten cold feet? My ego had survived the initial round of potential fuckbuddies going silent, but coming this close to a carnal encounter only to be faced with uncertainty was nervewracking. Unable to concentrate at work, I spent Wednesday evening pampering myself, getting my eyebrows threaded and shopping for perfume -- something light and youthful, I thought.

Wednesday night I fell asleep again, trying not to wallow in self-doubt. I awoke on Thursday morning to a note: "Looking forward to tonight, go ahead and book the hotel."

Well, now.

I threw together an overnight bag. 

Work emergencies on Thursday proved a helpful distraction, and people in my office frequently travel so no one batted an eye at the overnight bag in my office. A 5pm conference call unexpectedly popped up on my calendar, and I invoked my seniority to drop off the hour-long call early. 

I took a brief ride on the Metro to my hotel, checked in and took a shower. Recalling Coco Chanel's advice that a woman should wear perfume where she wants to be kissed, I dabbed perfume on my inner thighs as well as behind my ears and in my cleavage. And for good measure, a dab in the crack of my ass. I pulled on a bra and panty set that matched my sheath dress and glanced at the time.

Uncharacteristically for the season, it was a rainy and bleak day. No rain, but the gusts of wind would make it unpleasant without another layer. I shrugged and put my black suit jacket over my sheath dress. Yes, a sweater would definitely be too frumpy for what I was planning. 

I walked down the street towards the restaurant, thinking I'd be early. Outside the door of the restaurant, I saw a lone tall, young guy in a suit waiting outside the restaurant. 

Sizing someone up on first glance is something we do all the time. I realized that I had crossed into new territory: Sizing someone up to determine if I was going to fuck them. I felt a jolt of electricity race across my skin realizing that he was doing the same to me.

In our correspondence, Nick had identified himself as 24-years old and tall. The picture he sent me was a casual selfie. But outside the restaurant, he was dressed sharpy in a light grey suit and purple striped tie.

Awkward introductions. "You cleaned up nice," I observed.

"I came straight from work."

I gestured at the restaurant. "Shall we?"

Nick charged ahead of me into the crowded restaurant. I shrugged. Perhaps a sign of the exuberance of youth?

The maitre'd seated us at the back of the restaurant. As I set down my purse, I noticed that my date's hand was shaking. 

The waiter smiled at me. "Welcome back, madame." Interesting, as it had been almost half a year since I had been there. I suppose I'm memorable?

We make small talk, discussing the mundanities of our respective jobs without divulging too much personally identifiable information. Our waiter takes our wine orders, and I order an unpretentious Riesling. Nick attempts to order a "house white" and is forced to stumble through identifying a suitable alternative. 

We gently interrogate each other some more. Nick is not gregarious. Not worldly. He's spent his entire life here in the area -- high school, college, now work. "But I've traveled a lot!" he protests, citing his month-long exchange program trips to China and Japan. 

We continue eating our meal, with a moment of silence. "Care to share your thoughts?" I ask. "You've gone silent again."

"I'm thinking about how the rest of the night will go down."

"I've been very direct about what I want. How do you feel about that?"


"Excited."

At what point in the meal did I decide that, yes, I would indeed be fucking this boy? I'm not sure. Perhaps I went into the dinner knowing I wanted to fuck him, with the only question being whether he would back off. And perhaps upon seeing me and seeing that I did indeed match my pictures -- I suspect that he made that decision fairly early-on, too.

What I do know, with a little hindsight, is that by the middle of the meal we were no longer two strangers sitting across from each other. We had both made up our minds that, yes, after this dinner, we would indeed be going back to my hotel room and fucking. With that realization, I regarded him lustfully, and at times he had trouble meeting my gaze.

"Does it bother you when I look at you that way?"

"No, well, not really. It's just that I'm not used to it." 

The waiter clears away our plates. I dismissively pass on dessert. 

"The waiter. He knows exactly what's going on. He sees the way I'm looking at you. He's thinking about what we're going to do later on. How does that make you feel? 

He is silent, but his eyes nervously flick to the side.

The waiter drops off the bill, and Nick fumbles for his wallet.

"Absolutely not," I remonstrate, and reach for the folio. We finish the ritual quickly, and I stand up and give our waiter a knowing nod. I lead out of the restaurant, pushing through the crowd that's standing by the door.

Outside, I grab Nick's hand. It's the first physical contact we've had all night. He shudders a bit. We walk down the street further, awkwardly holding hands, then tracing figures in each others' palms. The wind is brisk; am I shivering from the cold, or from anticipation?

I feel a renewed stirring in my crotch, an erection marring the smooth line of the front of my dress. I readjust my purse to the front.

I cannot skip in high heels but I breathe in the air. I feel alive. Nick walks quickly; me less so, in heels. 

"Have you ever watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer?" I randomly ask. He startles and looks at me quizzically. "There was an episode where Buffy became able to hear the thoughts of her friends. One of her friends was a real quiet type, but in his mind, she heard all kinds of..." I stopped as I realized I was babbling, channeling my inner (early) Cordelia Chase.

I smile and stride confidently into the hotel and we enter the elevator. An African-American woman with a young child and a man in a pilot's uniform follow us in. The child squeals at the buttons. I insert my hotel keycard and press the button for the top floor. Mother and child exit at the fourth floor. Captain exits on 8.

The elevator door closes, and I turn and face Nick. On my tip-toes, I press my body against him and kiss him, my tongue probing into his mouth. I feel his hardness as I grind into him, and I realize he has now felt mine, too. "My fantasy," I declare. I savor the feeling of his rough face, the newness of his scent and taste. The elevator doors open and I motion to the proper all. "All the way to the end," I instruct.

I stride confidently into my room. I am still cold from the walk outside, and the room's air conditioning has made it a bit chilly. I adjust the temperature and look out the window, seeing the last bit of fading sunlight.

"I should close the blinds," I say. I walk to the window and gaze out, leaning onto the windowsill. I present my rear to my lover-to-be, waiting. I feel his presence behind me, his gaze alternating between my body and the view outside.

"You don't have to ask for permission to touch me," I say. "I hope I've made my intentions clear tonight."

"You've been .... very clear." 

I feel him cup my breasts, still hesitatingly. I lean back into him and tug at the blinds. He helps and we move away from the window. We both unbutton his shirt, me fumbling at the buttons as much as him. 




Nick - A Transgender Woman's First



His chest is smooth. We kiss some more, our tongues intertwining. I run my hand across his back, across his front. He smells clean, but with a distinctive musk.

I tug insistently on his belt and the hook of his pants, and his eyes widen as I caress his balls through his pants. I feel a shudder as I trace the outline of his hard cock on top of his briefs, but we quickly pull those off, too. He takes off his own socks. 

His cock is at attention, and I lick my lips. "May I?" I ask. He nods, and I sit on the bed and lick a drop of pre-cum off of the tip of his cock. Salty and tangy, more like my own taste than I would have guessed. His penis smells intoxicating, with a hint of a tangy odor that sends me swooning. I mentally tick off a note about pheromones as I take him into my mouth.

I continue for a bit and then stand up. He fumbles at the zipper of my dress and I help him there. I shrug out of the dress, and he sees my bra and thong. "Am I as good in person as my pictures?" I ask. "Even better," he gasps. 

He lowers his head to my breast, and gently suckles.

"You can do that harder," I say. I feel a slight tug. "No, really. You. Can. Do. That. Harder." He is more insistent, but it's not enough. "More," I command, and I feel a welcome pinch. As he sucks on my nipple I feel both of his hands on my ass, kneading my cheeks.

I sit down on the bed again and this time he kneels and tugs aside my thong. My own penis springs aside. He looks at me briefly, and then begins stroking my penis. He lowers his head and hesitatingly licks, and then takes me fully into his mouth. I arch my back and enjoy the sensation. He stops too soon.

I stand up and embrace him again, and even with my heels still on I have to reach up for my lips to touch his. My own penis, glistening slightly from the attention it's just received, brushes against Nick's still-hard, smooth cock. I arch an eyebrow and see even more desire in his eyes.

I tug my lover onto the bed. "You can ask for what you want, too, you know," I observe wryly.

"This is your fantasy, what are you thinking?" 

"It's yours, too." 

He lies on the bed, panting slightly, his cock still at attention. I inspect its sharp upwards curve. I push it down slightly and take him again into my mouth, beginning a blowjob in earnest. I pause and lick his balls, eliciting a groan.

"You like that, don't you?" I ask and he gasps out "Yes!"

The pre-cum oozing out of the tip of his cock is salty and I lap it up greedily. His cock smells clean and smooth, but as I had noticed before, his balls are musky with hints of something deeper and, until now, denied to me. I alternate licking his balls and deep-throating his cock until I realize the danger that he might very well not last much longer. 

"Can you believe that's the first time I've done that?" I ask.

"I would never have guessed."

"I think I know what works."

I have no idea why I thought I needed to be coy by putting the condoms and lube in the hotel room's nightstand. I retrieve them and ask, "Are you ready for this?" He nods. I roll the condom down his cock and squeezed a dollop of lube onto it. 

He spreads the lube around his cock as I straddle him, and I feel his lubed-up fingers enter me. I experience a pleasant fullness as one, then two fingers push in and began probing in-and-out. I stretch back and run my hands over his chest.

I don't need much more. I try settling back and feel his hardness near me, but can't connect. "Your aim needs help," I say, smiling. He takes his cock and repositions it, and I begin lowering myself onto him.

"Nice and slow, ok?" I whisper. I feel the tip of the head of his cock enter me, and ease onto it, bearing down. He was slightly smaller than the toy I was used to using, but he felt so much better. I slowly settle onto the length of his shaft and smile. 

"This is probably a horrible tease for you, isn't it?"

"A little bit." 

I grunt, and begin moving up and down on his cock, my own erect penis bobbing in front of us. I lose myself in the sensation for a bit, but am jolted as he pops out of my ass. We reposition. Fuck. Pop out.

"Here, do it this way," I say, as I climb off of him and get on my knees. Nick springs up, standing, and he quickly reenters me. We start a good rhythm, the sensation of fullness and motion sending jolts of pleasure throughout my body.

He thrusts into me; I push back, increasing our pace, imploring him for more. I bear down on his cock and feel a spasm. And then a pause.

My ass had apparently pulled the condom off of his cock. "The condom is still inside you," he explained apologetically as he gingerly extracts it from me. A dollop of cum drips onto the bedspread.

"That's why we have more than one," I shrugged. He goes to the bathroom to dispose of the used condom. He fumbles at the wrapper of the second one, his hands still slick with lube. I help open the wrapper, and he rolls the new condom over his cock.

But he was spent. He spends some time caressing me, brushing his fingers across my ass, gently touching my own balls. I run my hands through his hair, across his back. He has become sweaty, and the scent of sweat and sex was heavy in the room.

We spend a little more time cuddling before he finally stands up and goes to the bathroom to remove the condom and clean up. I stretch and retrieve a bottle of water and hand it to him. I reach into a dresser drawer and put on the satin robe I had stashed there earlier.

Nick began dressing. It was clear he wasn't planning on staying further; perhaps he was concerned about his performance.

"You like it...rough," he observed.

"I know what I like. That didn't seem too rough to me. I'm just enthusiastic."

He shook his head slightly, silently disagreeing as he buttons his shirt.

I stride towards him and hugged him, my head rubbing against his chest. I realize that I have a shit-eating grin on my face, and that it had been there for quite some time now.

"Thank you," I said. "I'm not sure what else to say, but...Thank you."

I breathe in the smell of his sweat mingled with my perfume and our sex, and realize that this moment would be unique for me. It was a first time, to be sure -- I had indeed just been deflowered. But I also realize that the two of us weren't likely to repeat this experience. I take in a breath, savoring the moment.

"You seemed to enjoy it," he says.

"I'm still grinning, aren't I?"

He gestures at me. "Are you staying here overnight?"

"I might as well." I shrug. 

He leaves the room. I lie back down on the bed, still savoring the scent of his musk and our sex in the air. 

A knock at the door. It's Nick, of course. "I can't find my car keys," he explains.

We rewind our memories trying to figure out when and where he shed his pants. We find his keys underneath the ottoman. We both smile and he leaves.

===

This story describes events that I lived. It is true. I started writing this story as a personal journal entry, but it took on a life of its own. I wrote about Nick and my 40th birthday so I would remember; perhaps I gave tangible form to my memories to shape them into the way I wanted to remember them. 



Nick and Claire's First Meeting



She had been invited to a party. One of her friends had told her he was having a house party with both his housemates. She had met the two boys earlier that year and had become quite good friends with one of them. Both worked as maintenance crew in the evenings for the school and they had been spending their spare time over at the dorm she worked at, keeping her company. She had accepted the request even though she knew that the inviter wanted to go out on a date with her. Of course, she was not interested but thought -- "why not, it's a party." So she got dressed up, black heals, skinny jeans, and a black top that enhanced her cleavage and made her look nice. She had always been an attractive woman but for some reason never thought so.

One of the housemates came to pick her up at her dorm. Nick. He was the better looking of the three and she had always had a small crush on him. When she got in the car she saw him glance down her shirt and smiled inwardly. He had noticed.

"- So, how was your evening?" he asked her, 

"- Fine, work, the usual..." 

"- I bet you got hit on a lot tonight..."

"- Why do you say that?" she answered giving him a side glance.

"- You look very hot... I mean very pretty tonight" he added hastily. He had no desire for her to know that by just looking at her, the bulge in his pants had swollen considerably. 

"- Oh, thank you" she blushed and looked out of the window. 

He had had a girlfriend the previous year but had recently broken it off. She hadn't imagined him thinking of her in that way; but his constant glances down her low cut shirt and the small bulge she could see forming in his jeans confirmed her hopes. He thought she was attractive.

He hadn't been able to resist the urge to look at her beautiful cleavage. Her dressing style had always been a little revealing on top, but for some odd reason she always wore pants. He had actually never seen her legs. Her breasts looked like they did not need the tight fitting bra she was wearing; its only function was to enhance her already great looking breasts. The bulge in his pants kept on growing and he told himself he needed to stop thinking about those two beautiful mounds of flesh. He was so close to her he could have raised an arm and cupped one of them. In that instance he longed to be able to simply stop the car, get out, grab her out of the seat and cup those two precious delights while kissing her frantically. But those were fantasies and he knew he couldn't. She was interested in his friend Peter. It was so wrong to make a move while his housemate could have her. It was such a waste though.

When they arrived at the house, she went into her social mode -- shy. She met about 6 new people and in the 10 next minutes couldn't remember their names anymore. They would say -- "hey I'm ..." , and she would answer -- "I'm Claire, nice to meet you." Then she'd blank out. Peter came straight at her with a bottle of girly drink. Nick was still standing next to her. He was taller than her even with her heals on. She looked up at him and their eyes met. Both stared into each other's eyes then looked away quickly. What were they thinking? She walked around and saw Josh, the third housemate. He was bigger, extremely tall and reminded her of a human bear. She jumped into his arms and gave him a great hug, laughing at his attempt to run away from her in fake disgust. From the other side of the room she could see both Nick and Peter's eyes on her, both observing her. The feeling was a little overwhelming so she started talking to Josh while sipping on her mango kiwi liquor. Tasty, she thought. As a 19 year old she hadn't had many drinks and this party seemed like a good place to drink safely. 

"- Careful with that little girl, you wouldn't want to end up doing something foolish and delightful" hissed Nick while brushing past her. 

She turned around suddenly wanting to confront him but lost her footing and stumbled only to be saved by Peter. His hands unmistakably found their way, one under her buttocks, the other grazing her breast. He whispered

"- Careful now, you wouldn't want me to have to save you next time you fall... Or would you?"

His creeper tone just didn't do it for her so she swiftly got up and walked to the kitchen without even turning around. Nick was there.

"- So, I'm guessing you... wouldn't want him to help you out next time?"

"- Fuck no! That was just disturbingly inappropriate! His hands were all over me, gross!"

He looked at her jokingly and sighed lightly in her ear,

"- No luck then, knowing how clumsy you are I was planning on staying around and rescuing you myself next time." 

He smiled a devilish smile and before she even had time to reconsider, he was gone, talking to friends. 

Liquor and beer were flowing and the party had started some card games. Of course they were all drinking games, but it made it all the more fun. She was sitting next to her friend Josh, the other maintenance guy. And Peter, the "I want a date with you" guy was on her left. Nick was sitting across from her. Other people were gathered around and it seemed like they had all decided they were going to make her drink, while she had decided to make Nick drink. So after some time, 3 different games, laughter and embarrassing pictures, she stood up to get a bottle of sweet girly liquor from the fridge. She was bending over, looking for it when Nick came into the kitchen. She grabbed it, turned around, closed the fridge door, rested her back on it and took a swig of the drink.

He glared at her and said something like 

-- "Can I get a drink too?" She answered no, playfully and looked into his dark brown eyes. 

She felt the tension again. It had been there all night and she wondered if he had noticed she had been making him drink more than any other person at the party. He took a very relaxed pose and said

-- "So, seems like Peter likes you... Planning on a date sometime soon?"... She was in shock. She didn't know anyone else knew about this and least of all Nick. So she answered 

-- "No, there's a problem with that plan". He looked at her quizzically and she continued in a small shy voice

-- "I don't like Peter, I like you..." 

And there it was again, the tension... it seemed like her heart beat was way faster than it should have, she felt one of his hands lightly caress her thigh while the other went to place its self next to her head. Then in one vivid moment both bodies collided, their mouths found each other and their lips couldn't get enough. Their tongues were rubbing against each other, feeling the moisture of the other, their lips were parted, and both soft mouths crashed into each other aching for this passionate kiss they both had wanted without knowing. 

But then they came back to reality. Both separated as fast as they came together. They could not be doing this; they could not be seen together like this. Both laughed awkwardly and walked back to the table where the card games were being played. Claire sat back down between Peter and Josh while Nick went back to sit across. She couldn't stop looking at him. She crossed her legs thinking that her wetness might show through her pants. The friends sitting at the table hadn't noticed their absence. All of them were arguing about what music they should listen too. While people were drunkenly disagreeing, Nick slyly extended his leg under the table and touched Claire's. She jumped, yelped and stood up pretty suddenly. Everyone stopped talking, then as if in slow motion she could see all of them. One by one they turned towards her, Peter with a scary concerned and worried look, Josh simply looking stunned and confused, the others had a look that seemed to say "So who exactly is this crazy girl?". The only one with a smirk on his face was Nick. He smiled at her, liked his lips smoothly and said,

-"Claire, don't scare all of us like that, what's the matter?"

He saw her eyes flashing at him, like she was trying to send knives from them. He laughed at himself. How she was easy to scare, like a little girl. She amused him, and that was something. He had met plenty of beautiful girls, but this one; she was smart, opinionated and fun. She smoothly answered nothing was the matter, then said,

-"Who's up for more games!"

Everyone jumped up; the guys went to get more beer while the girls organized the table again. 

Claire was sitting in her chair, still looking a little dazed and confused. She looked beautiful. He longed to kiss her again, feel her smooth lips, and her tongue rubbing on his. Just the thought of her excited him. Taking advantage of the confusion he reorganized some of the chairs and sat next to her. He had decided he would engage a conversation.

-" So. Claire, what frightened you so much?" he said while putting his hand on her thigh and

looking deep into her green blue eyes. She looked stunned again so he squeezed her thigh, and ran his fingers up her leg. Her look changed from surprised to wooed. She took a deep breath and said

-"Oh, I don't know, maybe I was daydreaming and a sudden feeling of ecstasy washed over 

me." Her tone was playful and again, he could feel his entire body wanted her. 

She knew what games he was playing and she wanted them. Her pussy was so wet; she knew she would be able to take his entire dick in one thrust. And god how she wanted it. She slowly touched his hand, then caressed his arm to land her fingers and the palm of her hand right on his crotch. She could feel him, his hard cock, and the heat coming from it. Her breathing got harsh and she looked at him with a pleading look. She could feel the heat of his hand on her leg, he had placed it about midway between her knee and her pussy. She longed to feel it between her legs, she wanted him to slip his fingers into her and to feel how much she burned for him.

At that moment a girl friend asked Nick if she could use his restroom for a moment. He agreed. Both looked at each other. She could still feel the fire burning in her stomach and lower. Her panties were soaked, the kiss earlier had been enough to arouse her to the point of no return and she wanted more of it, more of everything, more of Nick. He could read it in her eyes, he was feeling it too. He got up and pulled her up. He put his hand on her ass and led her to the room. They closed the door and looked at each other. The girl came out and glanced at them, then said -- "Claire you don't look too good, you should lay down a bit" Nick then told her that she actually didn't feel well and that he would take care of her. 

The moment she closed the door he looked straight into her eyes and she melted. He got close to her, pinned her between his hot muscular body and the edge of the bed. She did not know where to put herself, this man's skin was dark, she imagined his muscles under his t-shirt, his gaze was undressing her and all she could think of was when he would take her clothes off. Right when she thought that she looked him strait in the eyes and he understood. He grabbed both her thighs and pulled her up to him, both her legs were around him and she could feel his hard cock. The fire inside of her roared and she knew she wanted him. He threw her on his bed, and climbed over her. She could feel the warmth of his body and all of it was radiating from his dick. She spread her legs so he could fit between; he put one of his hands on her breast and started to kiss her. She hadn't even realized but in no time her shoes were off and his hand was under her shirt. His big hands were toying with her nipples, making them hard and making her shudder. He kissed her neck, slid his tongue to the base of it, a light moan slipped out of her mouth. Her eyes were closed but she could feel everything he was doing to her: his left hand on her breast, squeezing and toying, his right hand between her legs, feeling her jeans slowly getting moist, his mouth sucking on her neck, making her moan softly but uncontrollably. She was in heaven. 

He felt her nipples harden, he knew she liked it; soft but uncontrollable moans were escaping her parted lips. Her breasts were like two small pieces of perfect; they both were big but felt like they should spend the rest of time in his hands. His other hand was placed between her legs and he could feel the heat coming from her pussy. He could almost feel her wetness and he was dying to plunge his fingers into her. He popped open the button and pulled the zipper down, she moved her hips towards his hand asking for more. She was not only asking, she was begging. His dick got instantly harder; he was even surprised it could. This girl was like fire and he needed her bad. His hand laid itself on her stomach and slowly migrated downwards. Her moaning got louder and he knew she wanted it. He finally reached her lips and there it was. Her pussy was just waiting for him, it was so wet and hot, his dick was about to burst. He felt a tug on his jeans and let her do it. She freed his hard dick, gasped, but did not hesitate. She started stroking it and god it felt good. His hand was still in her pants but the angle was wrong so he slid them off of her beautiful legs. He took the panties with the jeans and revealed her beautifully moist swollen lips. 

His fingers plunged into her and her moan sounded louder than ever. She was tight, almost as tight as a virgin and he could but only imagine how she felt wrapped around his swollen penis. With his fingers in her the only thing he could think about was her tight pussy around his big dick and with her hands tightening around it he just couldn't take it anymore. He looked at her, her lips parted, her breathing was slow and her eyes were moist, she said -- "please..." So he took off his pants, she pulled his shirt off and opened her legs, wanting his dick in her so bad. He put his hard dick on her dripping lips. He could feel her wetness on the head of his hard cock, he pushed in a little and her lips parted for his big member. He felt her gorged lips surrounding him and the warmth took over. He pushed harder and felt his tip entering her, she moaned hard and asked for more. He was scared to hurt her but she was just so wet, she was dripping onto him and he wasn't even entirely in her. 

He pushed harder and her hips lifted to meet him, he could feel her warmth welcoming his huge dick and her pussy unfolding for him. He felt a burst of wetness and that was it, he pulled out, she pleaded for him to go back in, so he thrusted in, as far as he could, and the shock was like nothing he had felt. An extreme pleasure starting at the tip of his cock that spread everywhere into his body, filling him completely; he couldn't stop anymore. She cried out, overwhelmed by pleasure, the pleasure of having all of him in her had been so much she hadn't been able to stop it. With every thrust she cried, with every thrust he was overwhelmed by her tight delicious pussy. He would pull out and thrust into her, feeling her as tight as ever, her pussy contracting around his cock giving him the urge to go faster. Her eyes were tearing up with pleasure and she said -- "more, please, please, please" and he thrusted his swollen cock into her, faster and faster, he knew she was wanting it like that and he wanted to please her. 

She could feel his huge dick inside of her and she wanted it more, she couldn't have enough. She felt him hit that spot, that one spot, and a shiver ran through her entire body she moaned, closed her eyes and cried -- "fuck me, please, it's coming, I'm coming!" He heard her begging and just thrusted until he felt his body tense up. He held on to that feeling, all of his muscles contracting one after another, screaming out in pleaser -- "YES" she thrusted her hips towards him, and a huge shudder passed both bodies. He felt her soaked pussy against him and all of his muscles seized up, he thrusted hard, one last time, as hard and deep as he could while she was grabbing his back saying -- "Yes" over and over again. That one last plunge released all the tension, his cock swelled up and over and over and over again he filled her with his delicious semen. She felt him swell and it came to her, he was thrusting while filling her and she yelled out in utter ecstasy. 

Nick fell on her smoothly, feeling her beautiful breast squeeze under his exhausted body, her legs wrapped around him trying to keep him inside of her. He rested on her and she could feel him, his masculine body letting go, all of his muscles were slowly calming down and she could feel his panting gradually turning into slow breathing. She enveloped him with both her arms while he laid his exhausted body on her. 

Both rested there, Nick over her, both sweaty, both exhausted by their delicious forbidden act. It had been so good they never wanted to get up. She was full of him and he still felt her wet pussy around him. Both knew they would have to get dressed and return to the party, the music was still playing, loud, they looked at each other, kissed a delicious calm and rested kiss, and smiled. 



Nick and Em: College Car Park Fuck



Emma and Nick 

Evening Classes Can Be Fun

Em was an attractive young woman, who had recently separated from her husband, and was intent on doing all of the things she felt she has missed out on in her early twenties, although she came across as very sweet and acted all innocent when people first met her - she had a wild side that often took people by surprise. She had had quite enough of being the proper wife, and now just wanted to have some fun. With her pretty face, extremely kissable lips, pale blue eyes, shoulder length blond hair, curvaceous body and long shapely legs, she was never going to have a problem finding people to have fun with, if she wanted it.

She had enrolled in a creative writing class at the local college as a way of meeting new people and making new friends. The class was every Thursday night and, although she enjoyed writing stories and discussing them with the class, there was something else that kept her wanting to go back to the class each week.

The tutor, Nick, who took the class.

He was a tall man in his early thirties with piercing blue eyes, funny and intelligent but also quite shy and easily embarrassed. Em had discovered that she absolutely loved to tease him, and flirted with him at every opportunity, making suggestive comments in an innocent way that left him tongue tied and red faced in front of the class. This week she decided, she was tired of flirting and wanted to take things further.

So that Thursday, after a sunny warm day, she dressed to kill - putting on a very short, flowery, summer dress that clung tight around her bottom and showed off her attractive medium sized breasts, and her high heeled open toed sandals. The short dress, which barely covered her ass and the high heels, showed off her magnificent 36 inch legs with smooth toned thighs and round calf muscles wonderfully. She was made up to perfection, her lips sparkled with lip gloss, and her finger and toenails were painted a deep red. She felt like a million dollars, sexy and relaxed, and could not wait for the class to start. The college tutor had no idea what he was in for!

Em was one of the first to arrive at the classroom, as the sun slowly set on a warm late summers evening. The classroom was laid out with desks in a horseshoe around Nick's desk, and she made sure she sat at the desk directly opposite his so he would get a fantastic view of her legs under the table. She said hello to the tutor, smiling sexily as she mentioned how HOT it had been that day, how she had been sunbathing with hardly anything on in her garden that afternoon, and how HARD it had been to get dressed and come to college that evening. It was not so much what she said but the way that she said it, and if Nick had not already been hot under the collar when she walked into the room, he certainly was by the time the last of his students arrived and the class began.

Everyone took turns to read out the piece of work they had done for last week's homework assignment, but Em was hardly listening, she was just doing her best to maintain eye contact with Nick and keep him looking at her. It was obvious that he was having a hard time looking anywhere else but at her, and she smiled sweetly every time his eyes strayed downwards to check out her breasts or her her legs under the table. He might be too shy to say anything, but it was quite obvious that he wanted her. 

When it was her turn to talk about her own work, and she knew she had Nicks full attention, she uncrossed her legs and parted them in a way that let him see the creamy white skin of her inner thighs. No one else in the class had the view that her tutor now had, they couldn't see what was going on underneath the desk but from the way that Nick shifted uncomfortably in his seat it was obvious that he could see everything she wanted him too, and it was having exactly the effect she wanted.

As she read through her assignment, which she had based upon the childhood experience of going horse riding as a girl, she slowly spread her thighs further apart, until she was sure that Nick could now see that she was not wearing any panties under that short summer dress. Nick did his best to avoid giving the class any clue as to what was going on, but couldn't stop his eyes practically popping out of his head when he saw a peach of a hairless pussy between her parted thighs. 

Em knew she had him, and she could feel herself getting wetter with arousal as she thought about the next stage of her plan, and what she wanted to do to her tutor after the class had finished. If any of the other students had not been so focused on their work, they would have noticed that her nipples where now poking through the light material of her dress, but they were all concentrating on the lesson and didn't even notice when she dropped her left hand into her lap and out of view. Out of view to everyone except the tutor at the front of the class that is, who could see her hand disappear up under the hem of her short dress and begin to slowly stroke her pussy. 

Nick, glad that he was sat behind his own desk, seemed quite eager to get the class wrapped up after that, and handed out the next week's assignments in something of a hurry. 

After the class, Em made sure she was the last of the students to leave by asking for some advice on the end of year project. As the rest of the students filed out of the room, chatting about the next assignment, she stood up and walked to the front of the class, the stiletto hears of her shoes clicking on the tiled floor, and sat on the corner of Nick's desk. The tutor looked at her almost like a startled rabbit; Em thought that if he hadn't been so worried about standing up and showing off the bulge he must have in his pants, he probably would have run away

"I really love to come...to your class Nick, I find it so stimulating!"

"Well, err, thank you Emma, and, ah, may I say you look very nice this evening, that's ah, a very nice dress!"

Em giggled happily and leaned over to touch him on the shoulder giving him an eye full of her breasts as she did so "Thank you Nick, that's so sweet!" she beamed and gently stroked her hand down from his shoulder until her palm was resting lightly on his chest. 

"I really enjoyed teasing you tonight, you know that?"

"Err, ah..."

"I loved the way you were looking at me," 

"Yes, ah, look sorry about..."

"Don't be sorry" she sang to him "Like I said I Loved it, I loved the way the rest of the class had no idea what you were looking at too" Em added with a wink "Please would you walk me to my car?"

"Ahh, certainly, my pleasure!"

Nick stood up awkwardly, clearly self conscious about his aroused state, Em stood up at the same time and stepped close to him - in her heels she was almost as tall as he was and her breasts with their hard nipples pressed into his chest. The hand that had been on his chest slowly slid down, until she brushed her finger tips lightly against the lump in his pants.

"Thank you ever so much Nick, I want you take good care of me she said with a wink.

All Nick could do was gulp.

The college was quiet and dark; it seemed that they must be the last people to leave the building as Nick escorted her, arm in arm, down the corridor to the steps to the floodlit car park at the rear of the building.

"I have an idea for my end of year project I'd like to tell you about Nick, it's a story about a woman who goes on a voyage of self discovery and discovers things about herself she never thought possible before...!"

"Sounds promising Em, which one is your car?" Nick answered as they walked down the stairs and out the double doors into the warm air of a summer night. It was 10pm and had just gone dark.

"It's that one underneath the flood lights" she pointed at one of the half a dozen cars left in the large car park and they set off towards it "Oh it's very promising! She learns that she is bored with her safe ordinary life and wants to do wild things she never imagined herself doing before. She discovers that she likes to make wild, passionate love to strange men..."

Nick stopped and turned to look at her, his mouth hanging open in surprise, but his arousal now clearly overcoming his nervousness.

"...and that she particularly likes to do it outside, in places where there might even be people around to see her!"

There was a sparkle in both their eyes as they stared at each other for a long moment. 

"I've been flirting with you for weeks now Nick! Don't you want to fuck me?" 

"Here? Now?" he stuttered.

"Right here!" Em smiled "Right now!"

"But..."

But Em wasn't listening any-more; she was already sinking to her knees in front of him and reaching up to undo his belt. Nick had been hard as a rock back in the classroom, her display had definitely not gone unnoticed but he had got himself back under control a little as they walked out of the building. But as Em pulled his trousers and shorts down in one smooth movement he sprang quickly back to full attention right in front of her face, a large drop of pre-cum on the head of his cock testament to just how horny she had got this big shy man. 

Em wasted no time at all and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, sucking on it greedily and moaning in obvious pleasure as she did so. 

For a moment, Nick froze the rest of his body as stiff as his cock. But it did not take long for the pleasure of what Em was doing to him with her mouth, lips and tongue to take over any other thought that was in his head and he relaxed, sighed and gently took hold of her head in his hands.

Emma was just getting started; Nick had no idea how long they stood like that under the floodlights of the college car park, the dark sky overhead and the slow rumble of traffic from the main road in front of the building in the background. She sucked him long and sucked him deep, him in a still stunned silence, her purring around the cock in her mouth in soft satisfaction. Em absolutely loved to do excitingly dirty things in public places, and her juices were practically flowing out of her wet pussy and soaking her thighs under her short dress. Nick could not believe his luck as his Amazonian lover sucked the entire length of his shaft into her mouth, and gently squeezed his balls with one hand.

Then she stopped, left his hard dick twitching in the cooling evening air and stood up in front of him. She shrugged her shoulders allowing her dress to fall to the floor so she stood there, completely naked except for her high stiletto heels. She took his hand, and then turned away from him, leading him towards her car, Nick could not take his eyes off her full buttocks and long long legs as she looked back over her shoulder and said to him "I want you to fuck me now Nick, fuck me really hard!"

All nervousness now forgotten, Nick followed her lead. When they reached her car Nick spun her around to face him, held her close so his hard cock was resting between her thighs and kissed her deeply. He could not really believe he was doing this and knew he could so easily get fired if he was caught fucking one of his students in the car park behind the college. And in that instant he really didn't care. He gently pushed her back until she was sat on the bonnet of the car, her bum right on the edge, he high heels hanging in the air, then she laid back and caressed her hands up her body to her chest, were she cupped her tits in her hands and began tweaking her nipples in anticipation of what was to come. Nick put his hands on the smooth creamy flesh of her naked thighs and parted them gently.

He thought it was his turn to kneel down and did so, leaning forwards to kiss the moist outer lips of her pussy with their light blonde curls and deliciously feminine taste. He was about to spread her lips apart with his fingers, and begin slowly licking away at her clit when she moaned,

"Oh Nick I love having my pussy eaten, I really do. But I asked you to fuck me. Really hard. Will you fuck me baby?"

Nick just growled, leapt to his feet and brought the swollen head of his cock up to touch her pussy, where his lips had been only a moment before.

"Oh God I'm going to get fired for this!" was what Nick thought to himself, it was as if he were possessed by a demon though, and what came out of his mouth was a question "You want me to fuck you honey?"

"Oh baby I want you to fuck me so hard!" came Emma's immediate reply. But Nick took his time now, slowly stroking the head of his cock up and down the length of Ems already very wet pussy, spreading her hot pink lips apart and coating his cock with her slippery juices. 

"You want me to fuck you here at the college on the bonnet of your car?"

"Oh yes I love it!"

"You know there are security cameras covering this whole area?"

Nick, I hope there's a guy sat in a little room somewhere wanking himself off right now as he watches us. Please fuck me, please!"

And the second time Em said please, Nick thrust forwards with his hips and pushed the throbbing head of his raging hard-on into Emma's, sopping wet pussy. She was so hot inside, compared to the cool night air, that it felt as if she was on fire.

"Ohhhh don't hold back baby I am so ready for you!" she moaned, laying flat on her back with her legs spread wide, nipples erect, one hand squeezing her right breast, the other now reaching down to gently strum away on her clit, her eyes locked onto Nicks, smiling up at him with an expression of pure lust. The wild passion of the girl in front of him had awakened something in Nick that was nothing like his normal self, he practically roared as he pressed into her with one long unstoppable thrust, and buried himself up to the balls deep in her beautifully welcoming pussy.

Now it was Emma's turn to roar, and she let out a moan of pure satisfaction as Nick's big hard cock filled her hungry snatch. 

Still taking his time Nick slowly withdrew, Em's muscles squeezing him gently as if they did not want his cock to leave, until only his gland remained within her. 

"You are so hot Em, it's a wonder I don't burst into flames!" he said before pushing his full length back into her just as slowly and as steadily as he had pulled out.

"Oh baby," she replied as he filled her again "I'd go up with you!" and wrapped her long, lovely legs around her lovers hips, pulling him deeply into her. Nick leaned forwards, taking most of his weight on his arms, and kissing her on the left breast, sucking hard on the nipple for a while as he lay there with his length embedded in her hot sex. Emma held his head and ran her fingers through his hair, now feeling the growing heat of his cock within her. They shared a long passionate kiss in that position, tongues sensuously sliding back and forth between their mouths, before Nick stood up over her again and finally started giving her what she wanted.

He pulled out slowly but pushed back in a little more quickly than before, his cock perfectly lubricated with the abundant juices flowing out of Ems pussy. And that's how he began to build up the tempo of his fucking, each stroke a little faster than the last, each stroke a little more powerful than the last, increasing the pace steadily over who knows how many minutes. Em began to moan with every deeply penetrating thrust, she had already had some fairly wild outdoor encounters in her time, so maybe it was the time she had already spent fantasizing about just this very moment with her seemingly sweet and innocent writing tutor, or maybe it was the heat of the summer day that had just ended, but whatever it was her pussy felt like it had gone into overdrive! 

Em had no idea how long it was before Nick built up to his full head of steam, but by the time he did she had her legs wrapped around his back and was crying for him to "Fuck Me Baby!" every time he pulled out of her for a moment. Normally Nick might not have been able to last so long with such a wild and passionate woman, but the whole scene was so over-stimulating it was like he was coked-up, and he got the feeling he would be able to pound his hard cock into this wonderful girl until the sun came up to find them both, still naked and fucking in the car park.

Ems cries eventually merged into one long wail of pleasure with which she let rip as she came, hard, on Nicks cock and squirted a waterfall of her hot, fragrant juices around the edges of Nicks embedded shaft. Nick gazed down at her, transfixed, as she lay there panting.

"Oh baby, darling, that was so good! So good!" 

"I'm not done yet honey!"

Emma looked up at him and smiled happily. "Would you like to fuck me doggy style now?" she asked, in a way that was wanton and coy at the same time.

Nick helped her to her feet, embracing and kissing her hungrily as he held her, his shirt was open and her dress was half way across the car park with his trousers, Nick couldn't believe he was naked, with a naked woman in the car park of the place where he worked, but that didn't do anything to cool his still rock hard cock which pressed into her belly as they kissed. She turned away from him now to face the car, but he still held her close, hands on her hips, erect dick pressing between the cheeks' of her arse, kissing her all up and down her neck and naked shoulders, telling her how fucking sexy she was and grinding against her ass. Then she bent over, put her hands down on the bonnet of her car. Spread her legs apart and stuck her bum out for him, then she looked back at him over her shoulder and said "Take me from behind Nick, just fuck me as hard as you can, I need it!"

Nick took a chance and gently pushed the slippery bell end against the small puckered opening of Em's arse and gave it a little tickle to see how she would respond. She moaned and said "No baby, please, in my pussy!" so Nick changed tack and slid right into her hot fuck-hole. He really slammed it home this time, he was raring to go and needed to fuck to forget how crazy what he was doing actually was, so he started fucking her fast and hard and began to build up the pace from there.

Now Nick and Em had not realized, or had been way to preoccupied to notice, or just hadn't fucking cared that there were still other cars in the car park. Which meant there were still people in the building, who had not yet left for the night. While Nick was pounding his engorged cock into his new lover's juicy wet snatch, his colleague Miss Agusto was dismissing her Spanish class which had overrun and they were all heading towards the car park.

Outside, Nick and Em were like a moaning, grunting, sweating, writhing, gasping, swearing, wailing, pumping, pounding machine. He had hold of her hips and she was leaning forwards so her tits were pressed against the car, which was slippery for her own juices so her nipples slid back and forth across the paint work every-time Nick pushed into her. She was in heaven, absolute bliss as Nick pounded her towards another climax, his free-swinging balls slapping her pussy, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her back on him hard, he was going so deep into her now from this position he just couldn't believe it. 

"Tell me what you want honey" he grunted, the pleasure of each stroke becoming more and more intense with every thrust.

"Fuck me baby!"

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Oh yeah fuck me baby please"

"How do you want me to fuck you?"

"Oh yeah fuck me hard, fuck me hard yeah fuck me hard!"

"Your pussy is so sweet Em, feels so good to pound my hard dick into you!"

"Oh yeah baby fuck me, fuck my dirty cunt, make me come, please baby make me cuuuUUUUMMMM!"

Which is what Miss Agusto's Spanish class heard as they exited the building late on that Thursday night after their evening class, the sounds of mad passionate fucking and Emma wailing "Please baby make me cuuuuuUUUUUUM!" at the top of her voice across the car park. The Spanish teacher blushed, as did most of the members of her group, most of whom tutted at "Bloody kids!" and went off to their cars. Miss Agusto and one of her male students were both parked over on the same side of the car park as all the noises of wild fucking were coming from, so they had no choice but to head over.




Nick and Em: College Car Park Fuck



Nick was now leaning over his lover, humping her with full powerful strokes that sank deep into her body, her cries were becoming more and more impassioned and out of control, his grunts were becoming more like something an animal would make. Nick and Em could both see the pair who were walking slowly towards them across the car park now, but even if they had cared there was nothing that either of them could do about it now. Em, if anything, became even more aroused than before at the vague knowledge that these two strangers were watching her have the dirtiest outdoor fuck of her life, and she fucking loved it.

"Fuck me baby, fuck my pussy, fuck me baby, fuck my pussy!" she was almost chanting to herself, over and over.

"Argh, oh baby, Emma I'm gonna come, gonna come!"

"Oh yeah, baby, baby, cum in me, cum deep in my cunt for me baby come for meeeEEEEEEEE!"

And with that last cry they both went over the edge together, moaning and wailing as Ems pussy flooded with her own orgasm once again and Nick pumped what felt like a full imperial pint of his boiling hot jizz into Emma's wildly spasming slippery love-hole. 

Miss Agusta and her student were both standing there slack jawed, and red faced, neither of them looked horrified though, shocked for sure but also...fascinated.

"Oh, ah ah ah ah ah ahhhhhhhhh!"

Oh Nick, baby, so good, sooooo goooood!"

The Spanish teacher finally gasped in recognition as she noticed her colleague's sweaty wild haired features for the first time as a look of ecstasy passed over his face. He'd noticed them, but it looked like he didn't care. It took a while before either Nick or Em could do anything other than pant and breathe deeply. Em had rolled onto her back on the bonnet of her car, legs spread, not even thinking about the fact that those two strangers could see her pounded red pussy with the combined juices of her and her new lover dripping from it. Nick really had shot a huge load inside of Em's well fucked pussy, and she was starting to glisten as that cream-pie started too ooze out between her cunt-lips

It was Nick who finally got it together enough to say something, shy Nick, who no longer felt quite so shy and easily embarrassed "So, are you going to tell the headmistress and get me fired?" he asked his work mate?

Miss Agusto blushed an even deeper shade of crimson and said, "No...I was going to ask if we could join in!"

But that's another story!

The End



Nick and Eric and a Hidden Camera



I couldn't believe this was the guy I'd be working with. I stopped in my tracks at the doorway and furrowed my brows at the script.

TWINK: [Needs to be expressive, bubbly, seductive, cute]

The description listed all of the stereotypical roles of a twink, but this guy sitting beside Dave—or should I say on the same couch as Dave, as they were by no means near each other—was anything but. Dave insists upon introducing his actors in his house beforehand, to sort of break the ice in a relaxed atmosphere (instead of an awkward first meeting on set). If I had to be working with this guy, though, I'd rather not have found out 'til the next day. I rolled my eyes and resumed walking toward my agent, my general disapproval of the guy I would be fucking on camera the next day growing as I came closer.

If everything from the neck up were any indication of the rest of his body, we were in business. Though clearly old enough to legally make a porn video, he had that stereotypical boyish twink face, nice, thick brown hair, and the most gorgeous, bulbous lips that would undoubtedly compliment my fat cock. 

But I could not properly examine the rest of his body for how covered up it was. His shirt could have been tight, but a loose navy jacket, which he had zipped to his neck, hid his torso. His pants weren't baggy, but they weren't tight either, and they gave no hint toward the shape of his legs.

In short, he wasn't dressed for the job, and that annoyed me more. Shy? Covered? How in the hell could this boy have gotten paired with me?

I tried with all my might to convey that question in the look I gave Dave when I sat on his coffee table. It was made of glass, and I was startled by the reflection of my muscular arm as I rested my hand behind me. I was facing the two, Dave on one end of the couch and twink-boy on the other, eyes on me—I was domineering like that. If Dave wanted me in this movie, he had to conform to my wishes, and I almost smirked with the amount of power I had.

Dave seemed to want to have a private talk before I could even get comfortable. "Come get a drink with me, my boy," he said, peering through spectacles, mouth moving under his stereotypical porn agent's handlebar moustache, and he led me toward his kitchen. 

Just as I was about to open my mouth in protest of the saintly twink in his living room, Dave delivered me some daunting information:

"He hasn't been hired."

I furrowed my brows. "What do you mean? Oh, does this mean I can tell you if I don't think he would be a good fit? Because I don't—"

"No, I mean, I don't plan on hiring him." I turned to the sink at my right to get some water and saw that the microwave above it reflected the look of confusion that had fallen across my face. The frown of my mouth did not compliment my neatly shaven stubble or my luscious black hair very well, though my face was still handsome.

Dave broke me out of my narcissistic stupor: "Do you understand what I'm saying, Nick?"

I gulped some water down to buy me some time, because really, no, I didn't understand what he was saying. Sensing my ignorance, Dave went on to explain.

"You know how Mark has been cutting back on production costs and it's getting him higher commission? Well the production cost he's been cutting back on has been actors."

"How could you possibly get this dude to agree to have sex on camera for free?!" I asked, incredulous. Dave shushed me worriedly.

"Um, well, that is—he doesn't know. The camera is hidden, I just need you to fuck him."

I ran my hand, muscles tensing, through my hair. 

"So this guy thinks you invited me over here just to have sex with him?"

"Well... he doesn't know you're going to have sex with him either."

"Dude, that's fucked up." That about summed up my thoughts completely. How often did Mark just lure people into his household to be fucked?

"Where in the hell did you find this guy!?"

"He wants me to hire him. I thought it might be a good idea. He's shy but he has a...problem that he thinks could help him make it in this business."

"What problem?"

"He gets—he get's hot, Nick. Like a bitch in heat. I saw it just before you were here, and he had to go to the bathroom to take care of it. He said it happens randomly, and a few times a day. It gets out of control. I figure if this goes well maybe I could actually hire him. We can get him to sign a paper and tell him the video was an audition. It's worth a shot."

"Hmm. Maybe, but—" I looked at the script. "Dave, this script calls for a rough fucking. Like, it has coercion and facefucking and bareback and," I went down the list. "And you think that random guy in there is going to do all of this?!"

Dave sheepishly looked down at the floor, then looked back up again. "It's worth a shot," he repeated.

I couldn't believe it.

"Look, look, Nick; if you can do this, you'll get nearly twice the amount of money you usually make for a shoot."

Hmmm. $13,000?

"And look at him—he's cute."

I scoffed.

"There's no way you could possibly know that. He's all covered up."

"He's got nice lips," Dave said tauntingly. Ah, my weak spot. It was true though; as soon as I saw those plump, pink lips I wanted to shove my dick between them.

I shook my head, not in protest but in amazement. I couldn't believe I was going to do this.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Okay."

"Attaboy! I'll introduce you, then I'll leave. There's cameras on the flowerpot, the painting, and the lamp at the end of the couch, where the lube is. Yes," he added, as I rolled my eyes, "you're fucking on the couch. Sorry, but I didn't know if you'd be able to get him to the bedroom."

He led us back into the living room, and the twink squirmed to face us. The way the sunlight was shining into the living room made his face seem pinker than when Dave and I had left to get a drink. I intentionally sat closely beside him, enough to invade space but not so much that it didn't seem innocent. I relaxed my legs so that they were open, and try as he may have to create personal space, the little twink was trapped between me and the end of the couch.

"Nick, this is Eric—Eric, Nick," Dave nonchalantly introduced us both, adding a, "Be back soon," as he rushed out of his own house, leaving us two actors there to become better acquainted.

"Hey," I said casually. Though this was an unusual way to make a porn video, I was still acting and I quickly got into character. My voice was low and husky, and my aim was to be as forward as possible; because this video was supposed to be rough, it was okay if I used a little force.

I rested my arm behind his head and turned toward him, my knee knocking against his. I immediately noticed that it wasn't the lighting that was making him pinker—his cheeks had genuinely turned pink while we were in the kitchen. His eyes seemed cloudy, and it wasn't because of their deep grey color; his eyebrows were raised, and if I was not mistaken these elements combined could only indicate that he was—

"Maybe I should go," he breathed out, and he sounded exhausted. Yep. He was turned on. I remembered what Dave said about his episodes, but I acted innocent to what was happening. I took advantage of his heightening arousal.

"No, no," I protested, wrapping my arm around his waist and pulling him toward me. "Dave should be back in a few minutes, he just needed to grab something."

At my touch, Eric looked up at me almost pleadingly. I had since removed my arm from his waist and put it back in its position behind his head, but he clenched his legs together, undoubtedly hiding his body's reaction to my grabbing him.

"Dave says you want to do videos," I attempted small talk, almost smiling with how well this was going. Since he was already turned on, I could have had him laid in no time.

"Um—yeah," he breathed through his sexy lips.

"You know," I said, staring, smoldering, directly into his eyes, "If you want to be in this business, you can't be so shy." I took this opportunity to place my other hand on his thigh, and Eric let out a small whimper. He turned his eyes away from my gaze and looked downward.

"I think," he almost whispered, "I um, need to go to the bathroom."

"For what?" I teased. "For this?" I forced his legs as open as they could be with the very little room he had between me and the end of the couch. He resisted, but I was clearly stronger and had very little problem keeping his thighs apart. I guided my hand to his crotch and began kneading his dick through his pants.

"Um..." he breathed, "We shouldn't—"

"Shutup," I demanded, then I cut off his further protests with a kiss. His lips, as I suspected, were incredibly pillowed, and I ravished them in excitement of what they would inevitably be doing to my cock. The strength of my jaw was such that he could not help but conform to my kiss, and I filled his smaller mouth with my wide tongue. After several seconds of this, I pulled away, sucking on his lower lip and letting it go with a snap back onto his face.

At this point he was breathing heavily and, though I was turned on by this twink's lack of control, I was still attempting to logistically turn this into a porno. Though he was clearly horny, I wasn't 100% sure that Eric was on board for being fucked, let alone having my cock shoved down his throat.

How do I get this guy to willingly swallow my dick?

Invigored by an idea, I slid my muscular torso out of my tight V-neck and grabbed both of his wrists with one of my hands. I used the shirt to tie his wrists together, and Eric's aversion to this, a small gasp, was surprisingly minimal.

"Um," he heaved. "What are you doing?"

I didn't answer him, choosing instead to take off his clothes. I unzipped his pants and yanked them off, before he could make it any more difficult for me to do so against his will, pleasantly surprised to learn that he did not have any briefs on. His semi-erect dick flopped out at the force of his undressing. I unzipped his jacket hoping to get a better look at his body, only to learn that he had no shirt on, either. 

I was greeted by two small, pink nipples that were growing erect from exposure to the cool air. His body was amazing. He managed to somehow be skinny without being bony as his stomach was stretched taut over his torso. His meaty thighs were undoubtedly supporting a great ass. 

I turned him on his stomach to be sure, his bound hands pinned under his chest. He bent his head around to see what I was doing, and his misty eyes fell on my hand, which was slowly making its way across his perk cheeks. I was completely taken aback by the perfection of his ass.

"Damn," I nearly whispered. It was pale as the rest of his body, but slapping it left a quickly fading red blotch. I smacked it again, and Eric cried out; his ass jiggled with the reverberations of my slap.

Having this helpless little twink at my whim was much more fun in real life than the script made it out to be. It seemed like he was genuinely torn between lust and the fear of being taken by a strange man, and I could see him trying to decide between the two as our scene progressed.

I wasn't exactly trying to give him any choices, though.

I grabbed his ass with my large muscular hand in one last feel before I left it alone—we would get to that later. I wanted to focus first on getting my cock in his mouth. He whimpered a little from the force of my grasp on his ass, but he complied when I sat him up straight again on the end of the couch, naked save for a jacket, hands tied and resting on his lap. 

I reassumed the position beside him, and made sure the cameras could get a good shot of what I was about to show Eric: my most prized possession. I pulled out my thick, cut cock, which fell, meaty, to the side, a small thud that could barely be heard over Eric's whimper. I smiled at Eric, and he looked between me and my dick, worriedly.

"Are you going to make me.... Do I have to....?" The twink began many questions but never finished them. "I can't!" Though his breathing was heavy and his cheeks were pink, he was still convincing himself that what was happening wasn't a go. Maybe he needed a little motivation.

"Do you want me to untie you?" I asked him slyly. He nodded his head, though more at my dick, which he was staring at longingly, than at me.

"Then you need to help me out." Eric let out a small, almost inaudible moan, though I don't think it was in protest.

"What can I—what do you need me to do?"

"Lick it. Just lick it." At this point my breathing was heavy, too. So many sexy things were happening at once. He was tied up, tight, vulnerable, and losing the war against getting fucked. He lowered his head toward my dick and gave it short, soft pets with the tip of his tongue.

I gasped with every stroke. Each caress from his tongue left a trail of coolness. When he got more comfortable with his task, he began to use his whole tongue to cover the head of my shaft. He coaxed my penis to full erection with a lick from the base of my shaft to the tip of my slit. A string of precum caught on his tongue and traveled downward with him as he returned to the base again. 

After a while he looked up at me and asked, "Is this okay?" Of course, at this point, my fingers were woven through his hair, which was as silky as it was thick, and I'd lazily leaned my head back over the couch. The answer was undoubtedly yes, but I had to continue my role as a hardass for the cameras. 

I rubbed his two plump lips with my thumb.

"You ever had your mouth fucked before?" I asked him pointedly. I pushed my thumb into his mouth and he clasped his lips around it, providing suction in dick-sucking fashion, bobbing his head and closing his eyes as if he were savoring the flavor of my finger.

Yeah. He'd had his mouth fucked before.

Confirming my suspicions, he eagerly nodded his head. "Good, then this shouldn't be a problem." And with that, I grabbed his hair, already laced through my fingers, and forced his head toward my cock. 

His lips could barely contain the thick slab of meat being forced between them, the girth of my dick nearly besting the circumference of his mouth. Bulbous, they padded the outside of my shaft and kissed my pelvis as he crammed all eight inches of my cock into his mouth on the first try. The wet warmth of his throat easily caressed the head of my cock as the twink slurped it down in enjoyment. I let him have a few more bobs before I got to business—I had a script to follow.

When his lips touched my pelvis a fourth time, I held his head firmly in place. I then proceeded to thrust in and out of his mouth myself, allowing maybe three inches of my cock to repeatedly slam into his throat, pulling it out only for it to be slammed in again. The arousal I got from mercilessly ramming my thick length between the surprised chokes and protests of this abused twink sent periodical bursts of precum into his throat. Even more amazing was his affinity for dick-sucking, how his chokes and apprehension were quickly replaced with the fluid swallowing of my whole cock as he fell into the rhythm of taking it. Before I relinquished his head from my clutches, I forced his head into my pelvis, allowing him to choke one final time on the length of my cock.

When I let go he came up for air, a concoction of spit and precum drooling down the sides of his chin. I gathered it with my thumb and pushed it in his mouth.

"Swallow that."

Despite the brutal fucking I had just given this poor twink's throat, he seemed ready and eager for more. All of my attention was quickly focused on his ass, which was easily my favorite part of his body. Happy that Dave's couch was big enough for somebody to kneel on, I made for this twink to present his ass to me.

"Get on all fours, right here." I tapped beside me, hoping that Eric's ass would end up right in my face. In good fashion, Eric was resting on his forearms, joined together by his bound wrists, and was arching his ass into the air. His dick was fully erect, too, and I grabbed it, ready to overload his senses.

I dove my face between the cheeks of his ass while simultaneously stroking his cock.

"Ah!" Eric screamed in pleasure, as I probed his asshole with my tongue. I let go of his dick and squeezed his cheeks on either side, enjoying the soft skin around my face. I pushed his ass down so that it was across my lap, so that the cameras could see it better. I played with the creases of his cheeks with one hand and probed Eric's mouth with the middle finger of another, making sure to get it nice and wet.

Finally, I shoved the saliva-coated finger into his asshole, which invited me in without any problems. I massaged his prostate with the finger, the other hand kneading his left cheek, red imprints of my fingertips fading as I lifted my hand to knead the right cheek.

Eric moaned every time my finger graced his sweet spot, his wanton lust overshadowing the shyness that made him less expressive at first. His asshole practically gobbled my finger, and, for the sake of the video, I had to resist the urge to ram my dick in. Ready to add another finger, I reached for the lube, and poured some over his asshole, which puckered at the cool sensation. I gathered the running liquid and pushed it through his hole with two fingers chasing after. Eric responded by thrusting his ass into my fingers so that they were fully engulfed.

Surprised by his action and ready to deliver sexy punishment, I slapped his ass with the lube-coated hand and he hissed at the extra sting of a wet lick.

"I won't put these fingers back in until you calm down," I taunted.

He responded with a moan and immediately lowered himself over my lap again, but he was too far gone to stop rubbing himself against my thigh, his own thigh brushing across my dick. At this point he was lying directly on his bound wrists, his head turned to look at me with clouded eyes, his eyebrows arched upward in confused lust, and his lips puckered into a swollen, pink O.

My dick sprang up with reinvigorated thirst and my urge to spare the porno and spoil myself grew with the size of my erection. Quickly, I untied his wrists and ripped his jacket off of him. Eric gasped as I suddenly turned him upright, and he struggled for balance by resting his arm behind my head. His back was to my stomach, his ass against my fully erect dick, and he shot me a knowing, almost pleading look with his eyes.

I grabbed him by his neck, roughly pulling his head so that his ear was beside my mouth, and asked loudly enough to be heard on camera but softly enough to be menacing: "Are you going to keep being a little tease, or are you going to let me fuck you?"

His reply was surprising. "Please, just put it in!" he begged. I gave him a sly smile.

"Oh, you're going to have to ask a lot better than that."

The shy twink gulped and his face became even pinker. I rubbed my hard dick between his cheeks to motivate him; if he wanted even an inch inside, he'd have to say something dirty. The look he gave me became increasingly pleading with every pass of my cockhead over his twitching asshole, and even though his ass was as excited to swallow me up as my dick was purple with arousal, he could not bring himself to say anything. I thought I'd help him out: "Say, 'Nick, please fuck me,'" I breathed into his ear.

"P... Please fuck me," he said, though still weakly, in embarrassment. 

Not good enough; I wanted him to really beg.

"Tell me how much you want me to slam my big cock into your tight little hole," I whispered into his ear again. Eric moaned at the sensation of my hot breath against his earlobe and began to grind, smearing the precum from my dick over his asshole.

"Oh, fuck me hard with your big cock," Eric exhaled, his hitched breathing making it almost impossible for him to speak. But he wasn't begging yet. I positioned my cockhead at his entrance to tease him, and he let out a little whimper of anticipation as he pushed back.




Nick and Eric and a Hidden Camera



"Oh no, no, no," I teased, grabbing his hips to stop him from pushing my dick in. "That won't do. I'm still not convinced you want it."

He looked back at me through clouded eyes and whispered, "Please." Though he said it very low, he said it with all of the vigor and frustration he could muster from his hot little body. His eyebrows were hitched up in desperation, as if he sincerely needed my cock.

"What was that?" I teased some more. 

"Please, Nick," he said, begging. "Please." He fought against my grasp on his hips and pushed into my dick, but whined when he realized I was too strong to defy and settled for grinding his asshole yet again into my now stone hard cock.

I was too far gone to continue teasing him, and grabbed his cock as my wet head slipped to his entrance. I pushed at it ever so slightly and Eric gasped in response.

"Mmmm," he moaned as I simultaneously pushed inside and slowly fisted his erection. His ass enveloped my dick, sucking it through the slick and warm passage, slowly stretching to accommodate the large probe inside of it. He inhaled sharply as I brushed his prostate, forgetting to breathe out.

"That's right, you little slut; swallow it up," I encouraged as I pushed down on Eric's hips. Eventually, Eric was sitting on my lap, his ass squeezing and twitching around all eight inches of me inside. I pushed up on his hips as a cue for him to slide up my dick, stopping when only my head was inside. Eric, eager to keep my cock inside him, slid back down on his own, sighing at last when my cock hit his spot. Eric enthusiastically begin riding, his head lolled back, sighing every time I slipped past his prostate. He took each thrust all the way, and with every stroke my dick throbbed inside of him and the walls of his ass would twitch in response. The friction between his back and my stomach quickly became smooth skin against skin as the sweat from the heat of our action began to bead. 

His sighs became whimpers, which soon turned into moans; the authenticity of his pleasure was better than the fake shit that could be found on any porno. I reveled in the raw sounds he made as he continuously slammed his ass down onto my cock, coming up to push his own erection into my fist.

Occasionally, short moans fled my own mouth through raspy breaths. Every pound of my dick into his tight hole elicited an electric pulse down my spine and the most intense and complete pleasure emanated from my groin. I ran my fingers through his hair, grabbing for support, pulling his head back toward mine and breathing warm, moist breath into his ear.

Finally, the whimper in his panting rose a higher octave. "Ah! Nick—Unh! Hah! Mmm!" I bit my bottom lip furiously in anticipation. In one final pump, he arched his spine, throwing his head back at the force of his orgasm. At the same time, my brows pushed up and my mouth formed the notorious circle of ecstasy; my dick pulsed, and with every throb hot liquid spewed into Eric's ass. I felt few streams of cum hit my leg, and a few seconds later more of Eric's cum spewed idly into my hand.

Eric fell into me and rested his head on my shoulder, still whimpering. I rested my head back as well, panting and sweaty, and listened as his moans of satisfaction became ever more quiet. My dick was still inside of Eric, and his ass twitched less and less. I could feel my cum leaking out and half expected Eric to move, but he continued sitting on it, content.

I turned to look at him and caught him licking the side of his mouth; a considerable amount of his cum had hit his face, and he was having a taste. I chuckled, as I didn't think he'd meant for me to see.

"Mmmm," he moaned, though I'm not sure if it was at the sex or at the taste of his own semen.

I made to stick to the script—after all, we were first and foremost making a video. I carelessly pushed him to the side and he fell off my cock, landing lazily on the couch, clearly too spent to move. He watched me get dressed and leave Dave's house without saying a word, and though I felt smug I refrained from smirking on camera. I stepped through the front door, cellphone in hand dialing Dave, and pondered my surprisingly good lay. I wondered how well the video turned out.

I was going to have to get a copy of that.



Nick & Jay, In Service to Each Other Ch. 01



After spending many, many hours reading, I have decided to write my own piece. This is my first story and I hope that you all enjoy it. Constructive criticism is welcomed and I do plan on further chapters to follow.

All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Nick Woods is 27 years old, 6'1, tanned and toned Airman with brown eyes and close cropped brown hair.

Jason Murphy is 25 years old, 5'11, equally well build with blue eyes and similar cut dark blond hair. 

*****

I sat at the bar with my usual in my hand, the first one of the night. It was Friday night and as precedes most days off I found myself at Jackson's Tavern. Close to the base, cheap drinks, and owned by a retired airman made it the mainstay for personnel like myself. To keep things short, I'm in the Airforce, currently stationed at Lackland in Texas, and currently single. While I relax the week away the new guy walks on in. He's scanning the bar, looking for a spot, I wave him over. 

"Hey Murphy!" I holler over the music. He sidles up and takes the seat next to me. Its only his second week on base, it can be tough to break into a new unit when everyone else has been around for months or years. It's even harder when rumors and stories follow you about why you transferred in the first place.

"Evening Sir." He sounds tense.

"Call me Nick," I clap him on the shoulder and take a sip from my glass.

"Sorry sir, force of habit," He gives a slight smile, "Call me Jay I guess."

His shoulders let go a little bit, he's been so quite the last two weeks and I really wanted to get him out of his shell. Hopefully a few drinks would help. I wave down Jess, the bartender. He orders a beer, Blue Moon, and I get one more round for myself.

"Really? Jager and coke?" It's not the first time I've had my drink choice questioned.

"I spent some time in Germany, Ramstein AFB. Developed a taste for it out there drinking locals under the table." He chuckles as I knock back the last of my first. Jessica saunters over with our drinks. We clink our glasses together and start knocking them back. 

I switched to beer two drinks back and we've been talking steady. Jason had finally relaxed and opened up. We talked about past posts, funny barracks stories, and a little bit of our lives pre service. 

"So if you don't mind my asking, what made you transfer out here?" I ask plainly.

He suddenly locks up a bit in his seat, "I uh, just personal stuff. I'd rather not get into it." He takes a big gulp of his beer, eyes shifting to not meet mine.

"No problem man, sorry I brought it up." I try to reassure him.

"No need to apologize, it's just something I'd rather keep to myself." He's settled a little but I can see it's a pretty sore subject.

"I can respect that, after all I have my own things I keep only to myself." We sip our beers and after a few more moments of tension, we get back to casual conversation. A few hours later we close out the bar. As I take in the night air Jason asks if I want to split a cab back to base.

"Hehe, sorry man but I live off base, I usually just walk it." I'm not sober but I could still catch that flash of disappointment. I understood how he felt, it's not like we'd never hang out again but when you're having a good time, you don't want to see it end.

"If you want to save a couple bucks I got a comfy sofa. Just two blocks over."

"Sure, that'd be great." He had a goofy grin on his face, which I shared with him. It was weird, we we're like kids again, planning a sleep over. We had a lot in common but even then, I've seldom clicked with someone like I did with Jay.

We shuffled along down the street to my place, seldom a break in our conversation. Before too long we were at my apartment. I got a pillow and blanket out for Jay and showed him where the bathroom was. 

I yawn, "Well that's about it man. If you get thirsty, glasses are in the cabinet on the left above the sink, help yourself. I got to get some shuteye, I wiped." 

"Ok cool." He plopped down on the couch, as I turn to head to my room, "And Nick, thanks again."

"No problem." I give him a wave over my shoulder as I head down the hall.

I roll over to see what time it was, the clock staring back says 10:42am. As late as last night got I was surprised to find myself conscious before noon. It was the smell of food, bacon for sure. I rolled out of bed and hit the bathroom. After tossing on some jeans I stumbled to the kitchen so see what was going on.

"Morning sir." Jay said with a smartass smile. He's hovering over the stove, spatula in hand. "How'ed you sleep?"

I drag my ass over to my kitchen table and sit down. "Clearly not as well as you. I think I should toss my bed and just sleep on the couch." I stretch back in my seat, yawning loudly.

"Ha, I think it was the Jager before the beers that did you in." He had a point.

"Maybe so. Second order of business, whats for breakfast?

"Who said any of this was for you?" He looked back at me, there was that smile again. I just shook my head, "I figured you wouldn't mind a nice breakfast and its the least I could do for letting me crash here."

After another 10 minutes he brought over bacon, eggs, and pancakes to the table. He sat down and we both dug in, "Thanks for this," I said between bites. The food was good. I was so damned hungry to really talk or focus on anything but my plate, I swear I saw Jays eyes glance at my bare chest but I wasn't sure. I just let it go and cleared my plate. We finished eating and I loaded up the dishwasher.

"Well I should probably head back to base, I could use a shower and fresh cloths." He put on his boots and started for the door.

"Yeah man I hear ya, I gotta scrub down myself." As he opened the door I felt compelled to keep things rolling. "I almost forgot, let me give you my cell number, I was thinking of going out tonight, maybe shoot some pool." We pulled out our phones and exchanged contact info. He told me he'd be down to hang out again and he would call later today to set it up. After that I retreated to my shower for a much needed wash.

So after a fun Saturday night at the pool hall we make our way back to my place. After walking in we both crash on my couch. I could say it was my lack of a love life combined with alcohol that led to the next moment but it wasn't. As Jay would come to learn, this wasn't my first nor would be my last male on male experience. And it wasn't his either, I knew full well why he requested a change of post. He got involved with a married officer and when things went south he was left with little choice.

It was a big couch but we ended up right next to each other and I took a chance, my hand moving over to his thigh. His eyes snap to mine, my hand moves ever so slowly upwards, his eyes showing a mind moving a million miles a minute. He tries to speak but only stammers. I decide to lay out the cards.

"Look Jay, I know why you ended up out here, and I know it worries you that it might happen again. I have no strings, no baggage, nothing to hold us up. That being said, if I'm reading you wrong, if your uncomfortable, then we can stop it right here. No harm done, just remain regular friends."

Hes in a stunned state, just trying to proses everything. Finally he starts to speak.

"I'm not going to ask how you found out but I have to know, were you hoping for this when you called me over at the bar yesterday?"

"No. I honestly just wanted to get to know you and by this morning I found that we clicked so well. I could have let things play out over weeks or months but you coming back here again made me think you might want this too."

"It's a big risk, and neither of us are properly sober right now. Its not that I don't feel a vibe but I can't if you're not sure." Jay looked deep in my eyes.

"I was sober this morning and I can tell you here and now that I am 100% sure." I gave his thigh a squeeze.

He seemed to relax slightly, "Alright then, so can I assume this is probably not your first time with another man?" He asks, moving his hand on top of mine.

"You can indeed but its close. A few nights back in high school with a buddy of mine right before graduation. So its going on 9 years."

"Wow, well I'll be sure to take it slow." He finally lets out a proper smile.

I move my hand all the way up his thigh, brushing against his package I lean in and whisper, "After waiting 9 years what makes you think I want to take it slow." I flick my tongue out against his earlobe, grabbing his package fully in my hand. I begin to rub, feeling him grow.

"Whatever you say sir." He responds, his hand finding its way to my bulge, we lean in, our free hands grasping each other's necks as our lips meet for the first time. I waste no time at all, my tongue finding its way into his mouth, wrestling and writhing with his. As I'm used to I took the reins pulling him onto my lap. With him straddling me, he grinds against me, moaning low into my mouth. For a second I feel like a teenager again, full of a mad lust I forgot about long ago. We carry on with our tongues exploring and our ever hardening cocks grinding against each other.

Jay breaks the kiss and moves his head to my neck, gently biting and sucking. I let my hands move down his back and for the first time grasp his nice firm ass, pulling him in even closer. Jay shifts his body, moving down, his knees hit the floor, knowing just how to tease. He slowly draws his mouth over my clothed package, begging for release. By body tenses with anticipation as he grasps my belt line, pops the button, slowly dragging down the zipper. Hooking his fingers along the waistband of my boxer briefs, he locks eyes with me, a sly smile across his face. The pleading look in my eyes tells him everything as he finally pulls down, freeing me.

My cock springs out, 7 1/2 inches, and rock solid after all his teasing. Jay draws his tongue along the tip, slowly, lightly, precum leaking out. He lets out a satisfied moan," Mmm so tasty, can't wait for the full treat." This was just what I was hoping for and Jay did not disappoint. 

I let my head fall back, closing my eyes, getting lost in the feel of his hot mouth working over my cock. Tentatively taking the head into his mouth, tongue working slowly around and around. I let out a slight moan, bucking my hips upwards slightly, wanting to feel more. Jay obliges slowly moving his lips down my shaft. 

At around half way he draws off slowly, pressing his tongue hard against the thick vein on the underside of my cock. Dragging it all the way back to the tip, savoring more precum. Then with a quickened pace he takes me in again, I feel his nose press into me, every inch of my thick pulsing dick down his throat. 

"Jesus your amazing." I manage to pant out. He just moans, the vibrations sending a shiver up my spine.

He grasps me at the base with one hand and begins to work his mouth up and down in a steady rhythm. His other hand finds its way to my sack, slowly, gently massaging my balls. I don't know how much longer I can hold out. My hands find their way into his hair, griping lightly, I begin to buck my hips upwards and pull his head down. Needing badly to cum. Jay moves faster, his tongue swirling around, taking me all the way with every thrust. The feeling of my cock making it all the way to the back of his throat is incredible, it's been too long since I've had any girl who could properly deep throat. I couldn't hold out any longer.

I gripped his hair tighter, trying to grunt out that I was about to cum. He didn't miss a beat, pulling back so just the head was in his mouth, his one hand stroking my shaft while the other continued on my balls. I began to shoot hard, spurt after spurt across his tongue to the back of his throat. I could feel him take a big gulp, swallowing down my hot load. After a few more spurts he slowed his pace, pulling his mouth off, tongue tracing along the slit.

He looked up at me, mouth open, letting me see the last of my cum pooled there. A second later he swallowed it and gave a satisfied mmmm. I grabbed his hands and pulled him back up, into my lap. Pressing my lips to his, my tongue penetrating his mouth, tasting the remnants of my cum. His hands gripping my neck, running through my hair, I feel him grind into me. I know he is begging for sweet release and I am more than happy to oblige...



Nick & Jay, In Service to Each Other Ch. 02



All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Nick Woods is 27 years old, 6'1, tanned and toned Airman with brown eyes and close cropped brown hair.

Jason Murphy is 25 years old, 5'11, equally well build Airman with blue eyes and similar cut dark blond hair.

*****

We've since taken off each others shirts. Our hard bodies pressed into one another. I rolled Jay off me, then followed so I was now straddling him. I gave him one last kiss before making my way down. Stopping to let my mouth find his left nipple, his chest equally built like mine. Hard packed with muscle, his nipples rock hard, I nip at it lightly, sucking for a few moments before continuing to my knees. 

I knew there was no way to really repay him for the amazing blowjob he just gave me. Like I said it had been about 9 years since the last time I was with a man, but I was going to give it my best shot.

I took off his jeans, then with my face within an inch of his throbbing package, I let my tongue drag slowly from his clothed head up to the waistband. I kept going up to his navel, he let out a chuckle at the tickling sensation. Finally I drew his underwear down slow, his cock leaping out, eager for attention. He was just over 6 1/2 inches, and really thick. It would give my jaw a nice workout, that was fine by me.

I let my fingers glide up and down the shaft, slowly, gently, feeling every vein pulse with desire. My other hand moved to his balls, shaved smooth, the feel was incredible. I couldn't help myself. I raised his cock out of the way making room to get nice and close to those beautiful balls. My tongue slowly drawing along them for the first time, the smoothness unbelievable. I pulled his left nut into my mouth, sucking gently, letting my tongue dance around it. I then moved over to the right, Jay letting out an approving moan as I continue working on his sack.

After working over his balls for several minutes, letting the tension build, I was finally ready to tackle that gorgeous piece of meat. My tongue starting from his scrotum, up along the bottom of the shaft, pausing at the head. I let his precum ooze onto it, tasting him, savoring the sweetness. I licked my lips, coating them with the saliva and precum. Nice and slick I opened them up, slowly taking him into my mouth.

His head throbbing was a feeling I had not known for so very long, and it was simply amazing. I continued to move further along a few more inches, my lips shifting back and forth to massage his hot meat. Tongue working all around, taking in the textures of his cock. Less than one more inch and he was pressing into my throat. I had never taken anyone deeper before but my arousal combined with the liquid courage made me go for it. 

I went very slowly, trying to widen my jaw and relax my throat. My eyes closed, concentrating on the moment. Jay had just been moaning but he spoke up now, "Thats it baby. Just take it all in, I know you can do it." He ran his hands gently through my hair. Massaging my scalp and easing the tension as I inched closer to bottom.

I felt pressure on my nose, smooth balls grazing my chin, I'd swallowed his cock whole. I held for a minute, letting out a moan which led to Jay moaning and gripping my hair. I shifted my tongue around, flexing my throat around his cockhead by gulping. His moans growing louder as his hips began to buck against my face.

Then just as I had him going hard I pulled off completely. Just the tip of his head on my lips, I gave him a sly smile, feeling I was in the zone, I decided to cut to the chase and go all out. Letting saliva pool in my mouth to ready up, Jays eyes pleading with me as I take a firm hold of his cock. Here I go.

Plunging my mouth down on his cock, all the way to the root and back to the tip. I begin to suck with a quickened pace. My tongue dancing all around with each pass, lips wrapped tight around his thick dick. His hands once again grip my hair tightly, he begins to thrust his hips in time with my head, before long I am giving up complete control to him. Letting him fuck my mouth, he's moaning in ecstasy as my moans vibrate through him. I've always wondered what it would feel like to truly be troat fucked and holly hell it was incredible. I'm used to being the dominant one but it was fun to be the sub.

Jay caried on for two more minutes before I felt that familiar pulse. He slowed his pace slightly, letting me take over again. I knew what was coming, sucking deeply, pushing him over the edge.

My mouth was awash with his hot load, powerful spurt after spurt blasting across my tongue and down my throat. I held him still while he came, shot after shot with decreasing amount. Once he relaxed, I began to gently suck and lick along the entire length a few time. Then I focused on his cockhead, sucking every bit of remaining cum that I could, swallowing every drop. Pulling him from my mouth with a satisfying pop, I looked up at him, a satisfied smile on his face matching mine.

He pulled me up, and I straddled him once more. Our lips met, tongues writhing, Jay tasting himself. This caried on for a few more minutes before we broke the kiss. The fatigue of the night finally getting to us.

"That was...incredible." I said to him, my eyes lost in his. "Yes is was Sir." He smirked and gave my ass a light smack. I moved off him, lying back on the couch, I stretched out my arms as I let out a yawn. Jay echoed the sentiment with his own, turning to me, "I don't know about you but I'm pretty wiped out."

"Agreed, we should probably get some shuteye." I stood up, gathered my cloths, not bothering to put any on, and began to walk to my room. Jay was just sitting on the couch. "Well come on then, after what just happened sharing a bed is not a big proposition." I waved him along and he grabbed his stuff and followed me down the hall.

I just tossed my cloths in the corner, Jay did the same. I hit the bathroom, too tired to shower tonight, I then sat on the edge of my queen size bed while Jay was in there. He came out and moved towards the bed, slightly unsure of what to do. We were both in the buff and that was ok with me, I motioned for him to climb on in as I moved under the covers. 

We settled in, letting go of all the exhaustion of the night. Our bodies made their way together. He shifted on his side facing away from me and I pulled myself close, arm wrapped around his toned stomach, spooning with him. Within minutes we both drifted off to sleep.

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I woke up alone, noticing Jays clothes were gone. As I rose out of bed and moved towards the bathroom I felt disappointment, then I opened my bedroom door and the smell of breakfast hit my nose.

"Morning." Jay called from the kitchen, "Go ahead and shower up, I'll have food on the table in ten."

"Sounds good." I called back. Moving into the bathroom I noticed a towel hanging up, I guessed Jay already cleaned up. I carried on with my usual morning ritual, then hopped in the shower. I couldn't help spending extra time on my package, my morning wood plus the memories of last night had me wishing I wasn't showering alone.

Once finished I threw on a t shirt and shorts, then headed to the kitchen. I poured a cup of fresh coffee and sat at the table as Jay brought food over. This morning was fried eggs and french toast. I thanked him for cooking and we both dug in.

After a few minutes past Jay began to speak, "Nick, I uh...look last night was a lot of fun but I think it might be best if we just be friends." He was looking down at his plate the whole time. I couldn't believe what he just said.

"What? Why? Last night was great, I'm not regretting a thing, are you?" I looked at him, trying to read his face.

"No not at all, it was amazing but its just not a good idea. I already delt with one incident, I'm not keen on having another. Things go serious and it ended badly, You have your career and reputation and I don't want to" I cut him off there

"Look, first off I'm not a married man nor do I have a girlfriend to speak of so you don't have to worry about that. Secondly I decide what concerns my career and reputation. Thirdly I woke up this morning wishing you were still in bed with me, it wasn't the alcohol or anything else, I wanted last night and I still want more. So please tell me, are you just afraid of getting burned again because I wont let that happen."

Jay finally looked up at me, his face wrapped in emotion. "Just to be clear you know the negative outcomes that could arise?" Without missing a beat, "Yes, I'm willing to take a chance on this, on you. Regardless of what happens in the bedroom or elsewhere I'll still be your friend."

He smiled, I could see his body relax. "Fair enough. If your game I'm game. I just hope you can keep up." There was that sly smile from last night. "Keep up?" I asked.

"In the bedroom I mean. That blowjob was amazing but you said the last guy you were with was almost 9 years ago. I figure you might be out of practice, and thats assuming you've gone all the way."

"Listen junior, I went all the way and back again, I'll keep up." I gave him a wink and he laughed. We made light conversation while finishing up breakfast. Once finished, I cleaned up the kitchen while we made tentative plans to hang out when off duty tomorrow night. Once wrapped up in the kitchen we said goodbye as Jay headed back to base.

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Flash forward to Friday night and here we were at my place, waiting on Chinese delivery. We'd gone out a few times during the week, not too much as to draw notice, so we decided to just stay in tonight. Diner came and went pretty quick as we were both looking forward to the nights activities. I had a few ideas of what I'd like to do and I know Jay did as well. After letting the food settle I grabbed him by the hand, pulling him along down the hall.

I drew him into me, my hands on his hips, our faces came together, lips locking in a deep passionate kiss. His hands wrapped around my tight ass, giving it a nice squeeze. I broke the kiss and pushed him back onto the bed, wasting no time I climbed on top. My lips found his once more as I began to grind my hips into his...



Nick & Jay, In Service to Each Other Ch. 03



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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Nick Woods is 27 years old, 6'1, tanned and toned Airman with brown eyes and close cropped brown hair. His cock is over 7 inches with reasonable thickness, he is vers/top.

Jason Murphy is 25 years old, 5'11, equally well build Airman with blue eyes and similar cut dark blond hair. His cock comes in at 6 and half inches and is very thick, he is vers/bottom.

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We were on my bed, our tongues dancing in each others mouths. Jay had since moved on top of me, our shirts already on the floor. We were going at it for a while like a bunch of horny teenagers. Hands roaming all over, hips grinding into one another hard.

Finally Jay began moving lower. Starting with at my neck, nipping, licking, and sucking. Then he did the same to my chest, the right nipple first, then the left. He tried to continue his way down to my crotch and thats where I stepped in. I pulled him back up to me. I ran my tongue across his neck and up to his ear.

"I wanna 69." I hissed, licking his lobe after, he just looked at me and smiled. We shuffled around, removing each others pants and underwear. I laid back, motioning for Jay to climb on top. He swung his left leg over and I was greeted with his stiff cock and balls hovering oh so close. I felt a shiver run through me as he grasped my shaft, slowly bringing his tongue from the base to the tip. I return the favor, running my tongue around the rim of his fat cock head, then bringing it up along the slit.

We continued to tease each other slowly. Jay was massaging my balls while his tongue traced my pulsing veins. I moved my mouth to his smooth sack, trying to match his hand with my mouth, while my hand gently stroked up and down the shaft. I could no longer stand the teasing, giving his sack a playful nibble.

I move my lips to his tip, savoring the taste of his sweet pre cum, taking his cock into my mouth. Slowly bringing him in half way before drawing off, my tongue pressed firm, running it side to side, holding just the head in my mouth as my tongue works all around it. Jay moans at the sensations running through him, taking a moment before remembering whats right in front of him.

As I began to take more of him into my mouth, reaching the back of my throat, I felt Jay steady my cock with his hand. He wasted little time as his lips slid along the entire length of my cock, moving his hand away as he reached the base. Holding me all the way in his throat for what felt like an eternity. He slowly came up, letting saliva ooze from his lips along the entire length. Jay began to bob his head, starting with slow strokes, letting his tongue writhe around as he went.

The feeling of Jays mouth combine with his cock in mine was incredible. I found myself with the urge to feel his cum shoot across my tongue and wasted little time. My hands moved around his thighs to grip his firm ass, I began to guide his hips inch after inch till his head worked into my throat and his balls were resting on my face. 

With my hands still holding his amazing ass, fingers kneading flesh, I moved his hips in opposite time with my head bobbing up and down. Jay began to counter my timing. As his cock pushed into the back of my throat, my cock head was just on his lips. As he slides back out of my mouth, my cock slides into his. As we went along like a seesaw I had a scathingly brilliant idea, we were positioned on my bed to where my right arm could reach my night stand.

Trying to keep up the rhythm as I reached my arm out, I found the knob and pulled open the drawer. Jay raised his head, turning to look back, "What are you doing back there?"

Removing his member from my mouth I call out from under him, "Just trust me." I gave his ass a playful smack and my mouth returned to his gorgeous cock. My right hand shuffling around, I had to torque my arm a bit but finally my hand gripped the bottle of lube.

I was flying blind as my hands were working above Jay, popping the lid and slowly squeezing out a dollop of lube onto the index and middle finger of my right hand, all the while doing my best to maintain his cock bobbing in and out of my mouth. Thankfully I have always be adept at multi tasking.

At this point Jay knew what I was thinking and slowed the pace of his mouth. Working my cock slowly he steadied his hips in anticipation. My mouth now holding just the first few inches in, tongue shifting around the head. I grasp his ass cheek with my left hand and pull lightly to the side.

As my index finger drifts over his tight entrance I feel him shutter, his cock head pulsing even more in my mouth. I found his ass was shaved smooth just like his package, making it all the easier to get him nice and slick. Gently working the lube in and around his hole my finger slowly eases in. Jay let out a long low moan, reverberating through my shaft. I worked my finger in bit by bit, doing my best to be gentle. It was in no time that my finger was in to the knuckle. Jay raised his head from my cock, his hand stroking up and down he moaned again.

"More Nick, please." His voice was dripping with a desperate lust. I felt him flex his ass around my finger and I was happy to oblige. At this point it was clear that Jay was not new to this by any means. I withdraw my finger slowly and reach for the lube again, with a fresh coat on I return my fingers to his hole.

First working in my middle finger a bit, soon I join my index finger back into his opening. I continue to take my sweet time, my two fingers almost half way in now. I feel him start to rise, his cock drawing out of my mouth as his ass pushes up into my hand, planting himself on my fingers all the way. I feel him begin to rock his hips lightly, then feel his mouth return to my cock.

Before you know it we've found ourselves back on the seesaw so to speak. Our cocks bobbing in and out of each others mouths, tongues savoring pre cum, lips stretching around the hot throbbing flesh as I began to match the pace of my hand to our mouths. Fingers sliding in and out as he flexed every time my knuckles reached his hole. Everything was reaching a fever pitch. 

His hand was massaging my balls, his mouth working my cock more than ever he was pushing me to the limit. His cock was incredibly stiff and throbbing madly in my mouth as was his ass around my fingers. 

He clenched tightly as I felt the first sweet taste of cum shoot into my mouth. His mouth ravaged my cock even more and in this incredible moment we shared I too let loose. We held each others cock head within our lips as my cum spilled into his waiting mouth, all the while savoring his salty sweet mix in mine. We held in place riding a wave of immense pleasure. 

Mutually beginning to suck the last bit of cum from each other as I slowly withdrew my fingers from his quivering hole. Jay shifted his body around now straddling me, our faces finding each other. His eyes burned with passion, as I knew mine were. I found myself feeling like I never had before, in an instant I pulled him into me. 

Our lips mashed together, our semi hard cocks pressed against each other, he ground himself into me as our tongues danced. Neither of us had swallowed yet so our cum was mixing around, making a mess of our faces, and spilling down my neck. 

I pulled away slightly, drawing my tongue around and outside his lips collecting all I could. I swallowed the mix of our cum with a big satisfied gulp. Jay began to lap up all that had spilled out, his tongue attacking my face and neck to get every last drop he could.

Sitting up, Jay shifted his hips so now my cock was pressing into his crack. He ground back, teasing me before climbing off and standing up. Our faces were damp with cum and saliva, our cocks having rubbed against each other after our session were equally messy. 

"I think we both could use a shower." Jay said smiling, he began to turn and head towards the bathroom.

"I don't recall saying I was finished with you yet." I called out in a teasing manner. Jay stopped in the doorway, he looked back over his shoulder, "Who ever said I was finished with you?" He gave his ass a playful shake, then proceeded down the hall knowing full well that my eyes were locked on his rear. He swayed his hips back and forth enticing me to follow.

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I raised myself off the bed, feeling my body tighten after so much time in such a position I stretched my arms up then back, easing the built up tension. As I entered the bathroom Jay had already hopped in the shower. I sliped through the curtain, right behind him, his body facing the shower head, hot water beating down his chest.

I slowly placed my hands on his hips, bringing my body against his, my hands moving around to his abs, up to his toned pecs. My breath hot on his ear as I give it a slight nibble, turning his head my tongue finds his cheek, tasting the lingering remnants of our love. I feel his left hand on mine, drawing me to his stiffening cock, his right hand reaching around to my ass, pulling me in tightly. 

We touch and tease each other for several minutes before Jay finally grabs the soap. Handing it to me, I know just what he wants. I take my time lathering him up and scrubbing him down, fingers exploring every inch of his body, head to toe. He proceeds to return the favor, the feeling of another person exploring my body the way he did was incredible. He spend what felt like an eternity working over my rear, fingers sliding along my crack, tracing the rim, teasing me like I did to him earlier. I felt a twinge of sadness as his hands move upwards, away from my ass.

His hands around my waist, he pulled me in, kissing me deeply, a devilish look flashed across his eyes. "I wanna get dirty again, I wanna feel you from the inside." His tongue writhed back into my mouth dancing with mine. Wanting to give him what he asked for I cut off the water and we dried each other off hurriedly.

I'd never felt like this before, it was a feeling I can't put into words but everything we've done, everything we were about to do just felt so right. Jay practically ran to the bedroom, I followed close behind as he crawled onto the bed on all fours, his ass high in the air. He had no more interest in teasing and foreplay, I felt the same way. 

Grabbing the lube I begin to get him ready, slowly working in two fingers, then building to a third. Its not too long until Jay is rocking back into my hand, moaning softly. I give his ass a playful smack before applying lube to myself, I slowly rub my head up and down his hole. "Please Nick just fuck me." Jay hissed with a desperation that drove me wild.

I slowly press into him, his hole giving way, my cock head slides in. Jay reaches out for the headboard to stabilize himself, then I feel him slowly push back into me. My balls are soon resting against his as I bury myself to the hilt. I feel Jay flex his tight little ass around my cock and I knew he was ready. 

I began to back out nice and slow, leaving in just the tip before sliding back in a bit quicker. I built up more speed with each stroke but Jays lust wouldn't wait anymore. Still gripping the headboard he began to rock back and forth at a quicken pace, seeing his desperation to get fucked I took a greater hold of his hips. 

"God just fuck me hard already!" He cried out. I gave his ass a nice smack and began to thrust hard, not fast, just hard. I began a steady pounding rhythm, our flesh audibly smacking together. Every thrust had Jay letting out a moan, while I would let out a grunt. The pace was beginning to build and Jay dropped his hand from the headboard and proceeded to fall into the pillows. I drove my cock into him while he was face down ass up, fingers clawing at the sheets, I was a man possessed.

After several minutes of raw animalistic fucking I could feel myself approaching the edge and had to imagine Jay was right there with me. I thrust once more and held myself inside him. Taking a moment to catch my breath then bending over him to whisper in his ear.

"I want to see your face when I make you cum." With that I slowly withdraw myself from him and he flips over on his back. I take a quick moment to apply a bit more lube and then move into position. Jay gives me a little tease as he slowly spreads his legs for me. My cockhead lines up with his waiting ass, and after a few long slow thrusts I begin to pick up the pace. His hands are running all over my body as I drive into him. I lean in close, our tongues finding each other eagerly, Jay moans, his hands running all over my body.

I can feel the edge approaching. I'm cradling his neck with my left hand and with my right I reach down and begin to stroke and massage his cock and balls. I look deeply into his eyes, he's biting his lower lip, and I let loose.

I plunge all the way into him, my cock buried deep as I let go a torrent of cum, filling up his hot ass. I feel him stiffen as he explodes in between us, shooing all over our stomachs and chests. We hold in ecstasy, riding that incredible wave as our orgasms ripple through each other. Finally coming down I slowly withdraw from him, my cum spilling from his ass onto the sheets. I draw my fingers along his stomach, scooping up some of his cum and bringing it to my lips. We kiss, once again sharing the delicious cum with each other. I fall into his arms and we just lay there completely satisfied and spent.

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Jay must have woken at some point to cover us with the blanket as I awoke wrapped up with him under the covers. I was slipping out of the bed to hit the bathroom and felt Jay grab my hand. Looking back he just squeezed my hand and gave me a smile. It was a moment that made me feel like I could settle down with Jay, build a life, love him forever. I squeezed back, leaning down I kissed him...



Nick and Lexy



NOTE: All the characters in this story are over 18 years of age. Thank you for any and all reviews/ratings! 

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Cold hands wrapped around his body coming to rest on his naked chest. A fit, healthy body rested against his back. Normally these things would excite him, but tonight it did nothing. The woman behind him was naked; her supple breasts were pressed tight against his upper back. Her nipples were hard, her pussy was hot and wet against him. Not even that of all things turned him on. Her hands drew a teasing line down his stomach, resting on his painfully flaccid dick.

"Just stop, you're not doing anything for me. I'll pay you and you can leave." He said.

"No, Nicky. I don't leave any of my customers without giving them a happy ending. Just relax and let me work my magic."

"Make it quick." He said with a moan. His body started reacting to her touch. It was a mediocre, untrained touch, but it was beginning to do the trick. She swung around him and sat on his lap. She leaned forward and kissed him full on his lips. He drank her in, trying to use the kiss to intensify the experience. It wasn't working so far, but at least he was hard. The woman on top of him wasn't really a woman. She was maybe nineteen tops. But she was pretty with long brown hair and green eyes. She broke the kiss with him and started to mount him. He stopped her.

"Whoa! You think I'm going to fuck you without a condom?" He asked.

"I'm clean."

"I don't know that for sure. Condom's in the drawer."

She groaned and grabbed the condom out of the door. She carefully put it on him. Nick let out a hiss as she sat on top of him. God, she was tight. He started moving his hips in tune with hers, and before long he felt himself lowering his head into the crook of her neck and clutching at her as though his life depended on it. But he wasn't coming. Much to his horror, he was crying. He cried because this is what his life had come to. Sleeping with teenaged prostitutes because that's the only way he'd get any. Crying because he couldn't hold a girlfriend for longer than a couple months at a time. And much to his pleasure, the girl on top of him was ignoring his bitch tears.

He refused to ask for her name. He didn't want to know. At that moment, she laid him back on the bed and started riding him. It was a much more comfortable position. He felt pressure starting to build. No, he didn't want on top. No, he didn't want to take charge. Quite simply, he wanted to get off. He didn't care about her pleasure. He was paying her for sex, not the other way around. He didn't feel the need to impress her.

"Uhhhhh." He groaned as he came. The noise was monotone and flat, as she hadn't been as satisfactory as he'd hoped.

"Already?" She asked with a sneer. "You don't even have the decency to get me off, too?"

"I'm paying you, remember? Go masturbate." Nick rolled over, grabbed his wallet off the nightstand and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. His issue was that he was actually horny now. It perplexed him because he had just came, but he took it. Hastily, he handed her the money. He wanted her out so he could pleasure himself properly. "Now leave."

"You're hard again, hon." She pointed out the obvious.

"I'll take care of it." Nick said flatly.

"What? With your pornos and a Fleshlight? Sounds really fun." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, trust me it does." Nick winked at her, "Now leave."

"Whatever, asshole." The girl put her clothes back on and left, leaving Nick alone. Alone in his thoughts and in his actions. It's better this way, he tried to tell himself. Less emotional baggage. Or more, depending on how he thought about it. He couldn't escape from himself, not even with the ample amounts of booze he drank.

In a daze, he turned the TV on, and hit play. His favorite porno flashed across the screen, the one with the two sexy cheerleaders, and he leaned back against the pillows with his dick in his hand. It felt good enough, but he couldn't keep himself from thinking about his least favorite student, Lexy. The one who was blackmailing him.

She was an extremely mediocre lay. The seventeen year old had forced him into taking her virginity and continued, even months later-with absolutely no improvement- to blackmail him. He wasn't allowed to date, he wasn't supposed to masturbate as per her rules. But how would she know if he masturbated? It wasn't like she was at his house. He just wanted to get off. And he would. Slowly, he stroked up and down his length, which was impressive, but not too large. He was thicker than he was long and that served him well.

His favorite part of the porn flick was coming up, the part where the blonde pulled down the brunette's pants for the first time. The look on the girl's face turned him on to no end. Of course, he rarely made it farther than the Brunette coming. The Blonde's tits were perfectly perky and bounced every time she moved. Because he was a boob man, this never failed to turn him on. This time was no exception. The orgasm started low in his back, causing him to arch up, his toes to curl into the sheets, his left hand to clench, and his head to go back, and then he grunted his release.

This was better than a cheap prostitute, he thought. Even though he had a clean-up this way, his orgasm had been much more satisfying. But he still felt empty. Sex used to be such an emotional thing for him. He had been the guy that never had one night stands, never slept with someone he hadn't dated for precisely three months, and certainly never hired a hooker. That had changed somehow. Sex had lost meaning to him, relationships had lost meaning to him.

He supposed that that could point back to Lexy. She took the meaning out of sex when she 'raped' him. But, was it really rape if he had fantasized about her, fantasized about doing her, almost all the time until that moment? Was the act itself really different than the thoughts? Or had his reluctance only come from her age? He didn't know. All he knew was that he had come to loathe her. Lexy called him at all hours of the night telling him where to meet her and when. Tonight it would be at the track, which was about twenty minutes away from his house. 

His uniform was precise. Lexy texted him- "Gym shorts, no underwear. Wife beater."

He owned two wife beaters. One black and one white. She preferred the white one with red shorts. The no underwear thing always worried him. Even though he knew they would be unnecessary, he hated having his junk so free and exposed. With a huge sigh, Nick stood up and grabbed the requested items out of his dresser.

Nick and Lexy. Warning: Not exactly consensual with them.

Cold hands wrapped around his body coming to rest on his naked chest. A fit, healthy body rested against his back. Normally these things would excite him, but tonight it did nothing. The woman behind him was naked; her supple breasts were pressed tight against his upper back. Her nipples were hard, her pussy was hot and wet against him. Not even that of all things turned him on. Her hands drew a teasing line down his stomach, resting on his painfully flaccid dick.

"Just stop, you're not doing anything for me. I'll pay you and you can leave." He said.

"No, Nicky. I don't leave any of my customers without giving them a happy ending. Just relax and let me work my magic."

"Make it quick." He said with a moan. His body started reacting to her touch. It was a mediocre, untrained touch, but it was beginning to do the trick. She swung around him and sat on his lap. She leaned forward and kissed him full on his lips. He drank her in, trying to use the kiss to intensify the experience. It wasn't working so far, but at least he was hard. The woman on top of him wasn't really a woman. She was maybe nineteen tops. But she was pretty with long brown hair and green eyes. She broke the kiss with him and started to mount him. He stopped her.

"Whoa! You think I'm going to fuck you without a condom?" He asked.

"I'm clean."

"I don't know that for sure. Condom's in the drawer."

She groaned and grabbed the condom out of the door. She carefully put it on him. Nick let out a hiss as she sat on top of him. God, she was tight. He started moving his hips in tune with hers, and before long he felt himself lowering his head into the crook of her neck and clutching at her as though his life depended on it. But he wasn't coming. Much to his horror, he was crying. He cried because this is what his life had come to. Sleeping with teenaged prostitutes because that's the only way he'd get any. Crying because he couldn't hold a girlfriend for longer than a couple months at a time. And much to his pleasure, the girl on top of him was ignoring his bitch tears.

He refused to ask for her name. He didn't want to know. At that moment, she laid him back on the bed and started riding him. It was a much more comfortable position. He felt pressure starting to build. No, he didn't want on top. No, he didn't want to take charge. Quite simply, he wanted to get off. He didn't care about her pleasure. He was paying her for sex, not the other way around. He didn't feel the need to impress her.

"Uhhhhh." He groaned as he came. The noise was monotone and flat, as she hadn't been as satisfactory as he'd hoped.

"Already?" She asked with a sneer. "You don't even have the decency to get me off, too?"

"I'm paying you, remember? Go masturbate." Nick rolled over, grabbed his wallet off the nightstand and pulled out a hundred dollar bill. His issue was that he was actually horny now. It perplexed him because he had just came, but he took it. Hastily, he handed her the money. He wanted her out so he could pleasure himself properly. "Now leave."

"You're hard again, hon." She pointed out the obvious.

"I'll take care of it." Nick said flatly.

"What? With your pornos and a Fleshlight? Sounds really fun." She rolled her eyes.

"Oh, trust me it does." Nick winked at her, "Now leave."

"Whatever, asshole." The girl put her clothes back on and left, leaving Nick alone. Alone in his thoughts and in his actions. It's better this way, he tried to tell himself. Less emotional baggage. Or more, depending on how he thought about it. He couldn't escape from himself, not even with the ample amounts of booze he drank.

In a daze, he turned the TV on, and hit play. His favorite porno flashed across the screen, the one with the two sexy cheerleaders, and he leaned back against the pillows with his dick in his hand. It felt good enough, but he couldn't keep himself from thinking about his least favorite student, Lexy. The one who was blackmailing him.

She was an extremely mediocre lay. The seventeen year old had forced him into taking her virginity and continued, even months later-with absolutely no improvement- to blackmail him. He wasn't allowed to date, he wasn't supposed to masturbate as per her rules. But how would she know if he masturbated? It wasn't like she was at his house. He just wanted to get off. And he would. Slowly, he stroked up and down his length, which was impressive, but not too large. He was thicker than he was long and that served him well.

His favorite part of the porn flick was coming up, the part where the blonde pulled down the brunette's pants for the first time. The look on the girl's face turned him on to no end. Of course, he rarely made it farther than the Brunette coming. The Blonde's tits were perfectly perky and bounced every time she moved. Because he was a boob man, this never failed to turn him on. This time was no exception. The orgasm started low in his back, causing him to arch up, his toes to curl into the sheets, his left hand to clench, and his head to go back, and then he grunted his release.

This was better than a cheap prostitute, he thought. Even though he had a clean-up this way, his orgasm had been much more satisfying. But he still felt empty. Sex used to be such an emotional thing for him. He had been the guy that never had one night stands, never slept with someone he hadn't dated for precisely three months, and certainly never hired a hooker. That had changed somehow. Sex had lost meaning to him, relationships had lost meaning to him.

He supposed that that could point back to Lexy. She took the meaning out of sex when she 'raped' him. But, was it really rape if he had fantasized about her, fantasized about doing her, almost all the time until that moment? Was the act itself really different than the thoughts? Or had his reluctance only come from her age? He didn't know. All he knew was that he had come to loathe her. Lexy called him at all hours of the night telling him where to meet her and when. Tonight it would be at the track, which was about twenty minutes away from his house. 

His uniform was precise. Lexy texted him- "Gym shorts, no underwear. Wife beater."

He owned two wife beaters. One black and one white. She preferred the white one with red shorts. The no underwear thing always worried him. Even though he knew they would be unnecessary, he hated having his junk so free and exposed. With a huge sigh, Nick stood up and grabbed the requested items out of his dresser.

The clothing fit his physique well. He knew that, he took pride in his body. But sometimes he hated athleticism and this was one of those times. Before he left, he grabbed his cell phone off the nightstand and sent Lexy a quick text. It simply stated "On my way".

As usual, she didn't answer, but also, as usual, she was already there waiting for him. She was in her usual slutty attire but today she had a prop. A rope. What in the world was she going to do with that, Nick thought.

"Follow me," Lexy said. Nick had no choice but to follow her.

"What's with the rope?" He asked.

"You'll find out."

Lexy didn't say anymore. Nick followed her into a wooded area. She stopped in front of a tree. It seemed as if someone had prepped this area earlier. There were metal hooks in the tree. The hooks were big enough to loop a rope through. Nick's heart dropped.

"Get undressed." Lexy said as she stepped on a step-stool. She looped the rope through the hooks and at the end was a pair of handcuffs. Nick got naked, but was less than turned on. The height of this rope was almost perfectly aligned with his own- with the addition of his arms. "Come here babe."

Her voice was sickening, but Nick obeyed. Too much was at stake to ignore her. "Hands up, don't worry."

"I hate being tied up." He said.

"Just relax, I won't hurt you."

"Right." Nick said. He stepped forward. Lexy turned him so his back was pressed against the tree, raised his arms over his head, and locked his wrists in the cuffs. "Did you think this through, Lex? How are you going to fuck me this way?"

"The rope is adjustable." To prove her point, she gave him a little slack so he was able to sit down. "Now stand back up."

As quickly as she gave him slack, she took it away. He wanted to get this over with, but she introduced another surprise. A blindfold. Nick tried to fight, but with his hands tied that was futile. She tied it securely around his head. Next she inspected him, as always. He knew she'd find the hickey his hooker left earlier.

"You had sex." Lexy said simply. "You know you're not supposed to. Other than with me."

"You can't control my sex life, Lexy."

"Careful there. I have the ticket to your freedom in my hands. You disobey me, you go to jail. Remember who my daddy is." Lexy slapped him hard. "Don't do it again. You're too much fun."

"Yes, Lex." Nick rolled his eyes. For once he was glad the blindfold existed. His cheek stung from her slap. "I still don't see how this setup is possible."

"Oh, Nicky. You think I'm so stupid."He could hear the smile in her voice.

Nick tensed as she took him in her hands. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but he wasn't too happy about it. He responded to her touch, hardening almost instantly. He was a little surprised he was hard again given the events of the night.

Lexy took him in her mouth. Nick couldn't deny that her blowjobs had become amazing. His toes curled under, and he moaned. After a few minutes, she took the length of him in her mouth. He could only imagine how hot it looked, because it felt amazing. He felt her begin to lower him. He still didn't like being tied up.

"Stop fighting it." Lexy snapped. She lowered him down and flattened him on his back. She sat on his knees, which he found odd until he felt someone grab a hold of his ankles and snap cuffs around them. He was totally restrained and there was an audience. Nick fought.

"STOP!" Lexy screamed.

"Stop it, please." Nick begged, "Just untie my feet." 

"No. And if you fight me again, I'll tell."

Nick fell silent as his legs were wrenched apart. Lexy moved up and inched down on his dick. Nick wouldn't let himself go flaccid, even though that's exactly what he wanted to do. He didn't dare, but who else was there?

"Who else is here?"

"Kristiana."

"That's not all." Nick said. He was scared.

"Maddox." Nick stilled. Maddox was a guy in the class after Lexy's. How deep did this run?

"I couldn't do this alone."

"Of course not." Nick said through clenched teeth.

Lexy began to ride him, calling out his name as she finally came. He stayed hard, as she hadn't told him to come yet. His balls were aching though.

"You're such a good lay, Nicky babe. I think I'm gonna leave you here tonight. I'll never get you in this position again and I kind of liked it."

"You're what?" Fear jumped in his throat. "You're going to leave me here alone, tied up, blindfolded, and without water?"

"Don't be stupid. Maddox is staying. I'll be back in the morning, hon." Lexy leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips. "You can eat me tomorrow, I know how much you like that. It's your reward for being so good."

With that Lexy left. Maddox hung around in the background periodically feeding Nick, but never talking. Nick once again found himself thinking that he couldn't believe what his life had come to. Was he really this pathetic? For him, that night was neverending.