3 comments/ 17755 views/ 3 favorites Mixed Signals By: princecity I used to know a girl who loved to fuck when she was angry. She would fold her arms, cross her legs and look me up and down whenever she was mad at the world (which was pretty often). I would walk over to the chair she loved to sit in and stand over her while she pouted. "What's wrong baby?" "Go away" was always her reaction. I responded by bending down, cupping her chin in my hand and pressing my lips to hers. She wouldn't open up at first. Only after a few kisses would her tongue slide out across my lips. Then her arms would unfold and stroke the back of my head. That's when I would kneel in front of her, spread her legs apart and lean my body against her to kiss her again. "I know what you need baby." "I said leave me alone." She would arch her back to help me unhook her bra. Her hands scooped out the creamy breast from her shirt. Her fingers would pinch the nipple into a stiff little point as I sucked it into my mouth. I would listen to her moan as I sucked and licked and nibbled at her. I could feel her squirm in my arms. I would look up at her and see her biting her lower lip. "Let me taste you baby." "Get off of me. Don't fucking touch me." One hand offered up the other delicious breast while the other pulled at the back of my shirt. With her ankles locked behind my back she could grind her pelvic bone against my abs. The pressure of her movements on her groin made her breath heavy. The pressure of my mouth on her when I ran kisses down her stomach made her growl. "I am so hungry for you." "Stop it. I don't know where your mouth has been. You could have been going down on those whores that you always…Shit!" She didn't wear panties under her skirts. Once I pulled the fabric up and exposed her pussy to the open air it only took one long lick to cut her off in mid sentence. A deeper lick made her eyes roll back in her head. A few more and she was clutching desperately at the arms of the chair. By the time I sucked her clit into my mouth her thighs were quivering. "Give it to me baby. Let me get a taste." "Get out of there. You don't deserve to eat pussy this sweet." My tongue slid deep inside her, her honey ran down my chin. She held her legs wide open for me, gasping every time my tongue flicked over or into her swollen lips. "You taste so good to me." "You just love to eat pussy. Fuck. You are so fucking nasty. I can stand you. Oh God. NO!" I licked two of my fingers and slid them into her dripping lips. She grabbed the back of my head, pulling it down on her clit while my fingers curled up into her G spot. Her hips shook like she was being shocked. She let out a wail that almost made me think she was in pain. Then I tasted her come and I knew she liked it. That's when I stood up so her face was close to my belt. "Come here baby. Come make me feel good." "No! You think I'm going to suck your dick jus t like that. Get away from me." Her hands clawed at my belt with an urgent, frantic energy. She pressed her mouth against my erection through my pants until she could open them up and free my dick. It always bounced around, stiff and throbbing until she wrapped her hand around it and squeezed it roughly. "Get what you want baby. It's alright." "I don't want you anymore." She had a way of making her tongue swirl over the tip of my dick that looked almost as good as it felt. Spit trailed from her lip to my crown just before she devoured most of me in her hungry mouth. She pumped up and down slowly, making sure I felt her lips and her tongue and her teeth up and down my shaft. It felt so good I thought I might go blind. My fingers always found their way into her hair. "Yeah, you know just what Daddy likes, don't you?" "Let go of me. Who the fuck do you think you are?" She held her head still for me, keeping her lips wrapped around my dick as I pumped my hips into her face. I would watch myself slide deep into that delicious mouth and see her big brown eyes looking up at me in sweet surrender. I fucked her mouth slow and deep. Her moans became whimpers, pleading with me not to stop. I was so wet that it began to drip onto her chest and run down into her cleavage. And she still wanted more and more. That's when I would pull it out and stood her up. "Come here baby. I know what you want. I know how you like it." "Stop. Get off of me. I'll fucking scream if you touch me." In one move I turned her around, pulled her skirt to the floor and made her kneel in the chair. She arched her back, stuck her ass out and shook it so I could admire the juicy curves while I put the condom on. A stray hand slid down to stroke her pussy and make it wet for me. "You got what I want baby. Open up for me." "No. Don't come near me with that thing. I don't want that fucking hard dick in my tight wet pussy." That's when I would press my tip into her with my hand, teasing the lips open until her whole ass was shaking. Then I would slide the tip in, just the tip, until the anticipation bubbled up inside her and the only thing she wanted was a good hard fuck. She would look at me over her shoulder, begging me with her eyes. "Please stop…" And I slammed the length of my dick into her with a force that made the whole chair shake. Her nails clutched the back of the chair and her pussy clutched me from the base to the tip. With both hands on her hips I pumped again and again. Her mouth opened up to scream, but no sound came out. She wasn't even breathing. For a few moments I fucked her into silence. "That feels so good baby. So good…" Then she let out a groan like and animal in pain. Her hips thrust back, throwing her body onto my shaft in a powerful savage rhythm. Her tirade was long and loud. Every word pushed me to pump deeper and harder into that delicious ass. "Fuck me motherfucker! Show me you know how to fuck! Oh God… Fuck this wet pussy. Show me you like it. Show me how you made that bitch come. Fuck! You better not stop! Don't fucking stop until you nut! Oh please don't stop... Fuck me good Daddy. Show me you like it. Take that pussy Daddy! It's yours. Take it! Please take it! It feels so good when you fuck me… Wait! No! Not yet! Oh shit…" I could feel her muscles spasm inside her. I could see her thick white come saturate the condom and drip into the chair. The cheeks of her ass were moist with sweat. Her hand was on her hip, covering mine. She looked back at me again with such a wicked look of satisfaction that it sent me over the edge. I pulled out of her and snapped the condom off. She slid off the chair and spun around before I even dropped the condom, her mouth open and ready. "Oh baby…" "Give me that come. Give it to me" She licked at my balls as my hand pumped furiously. But it was her moans vibrating through my nuts and sinful eyes looking up at me that finally made me let go. I screamed her name as the come burst out. She lapped it up like a cat with a bowl of milk. There wasn't a drop wasted when I was done, but I could see evidence of her meal around the corners of her mouth. In that moment she was so amazingly beautiful. "God…You are so disgusting. Get away from me." We collapsed into each other arms in my bed. I lay down on my back so she could rest her head on my shoulder. Before she drifted off to sleep, she nibbled on my ear and planted several soft, sweet kisses on my cheek. "You know I really don't like you." She kissed me once on the lips before pressing her cheek against my chest. "I love you too baby…" …and I still do, even though I never completely understand her… Have fun. NYR Mixed Signals I met Keith when I moved to LA after college. I was new to the city and wanted to make friends, so I joined Sierra club. That's where I met Keith. He was a couple years older than me and a native to the San Fernando Valley. He had dark hair that hung down in a forelock, glasses and a slim build. He had what I considered a dream job. He was an artist for a comic book company, and had plans of authoring his own works someday. We were strong hikers and were usually at the head of the pack waiting for the stragglers to catch up. We wanted to get out and do some really challenging hikes and not be held back by the weak sisters, so we decided after a while to part ways with Sierra Club and strike out on our own hikes. These were all-day affairs, 14, 16, 18 milers, up some of the highest peaks in the Angeles Mountains. I really felt comfortable around Keith, and we had a great time talking or just being quiet and enjoying the view. After one really long hike, Keith invited me to his apartment. We grabbed some beers and headed for his place, a second floor apartment that opened into the interior courtyard of the apartment building. Keith gave me the nickel tour. It was a small, one-bedroom place. His drawing table was in the dining area. The walls were covered with his work, which was really impressive. We were tired and grungy. Keith excused himself to change out of his hiking clothes. He came back from the bedroom wearing only a pair of athletic shorts made from a stretchy, gray, sweatshirt-like material. It was obvious from the way his junk swung beneath the cloth that he was not wearing underwear. I stole a quick glance. I did not consider myself gay, but I was still a virgin. I had made out a couple times with girls, but it never led anywhere. I fantasized often about gay sex, but I had never met a guy I felt I could do it with, until I met Keith. I found him very attractive and felt comfortable around him. He didn't seem to have a girlfriend, and I secretly was happy that I did not have to share him. I sometimes let him take the lead on hikes so I could observe his muscular ass working beneath his hiking shorts. I fantasized sex with him, but until now I had only considered it fantasy. His shorts were so short I could see the crease at the bottom of his ass cheeks when he turned around, and I began to wonder if he was showing off for me. Keith held out a pair of running shorts and a sleeveless t for me. "You probably want to change too," he said. "Bathroom's over there." I went into the bathroom and shut the door. I noticed a magazine on the toilet tank. It looked like a skin magazine, so I picked it up. This was a skin magazine, but not what I expected. The cover showed two guys. One was on his back on a bed, feet in the air, and jerking his erect cock. The other guy was at the foot of the bed, ramming the bottom's ass. I felt a thrill go through me. I had a stash of porn at home and masturbated to them almost every night. More often than not, my go-to pictures would be the ads for gay porn, but I was too chicken to actually go and buy it. Not only was this hardcore gay porn, but its owner was on the other side of the bathroom door, wearing only a skimpy pair of shorts. I thought it was a really cool way to get the message across. I slipped out of my sweaty hiking clothes. I stroked my naked boner as I paged through the magazine. The photos were really hot. The magazine ended up with the bottom and his lover both cumming on the bottom's stomach. I considered jerking off right there, but decided to save it up for what might follow. The shorts Keith had given me were loose, silky running shorts. When I put them on, I had an immediate problem. I have a small cock, about 5" long, but my rigid boner was unmistakable. Rather stupidly, I was embarrassed to leave the bathroom with a throbbing hard-on showing beneath my shorts. It didn't occur to me until later that a man who enjoyed gay porn probably would not object so seeing his buddy pitching a tent in his shorts. I had to spend some time thinking about baseball to keep from being blatantly obscene. I realized that Keith was sending me a signal, and it was up to me to act on it. I was so nervous I was almost shaking. I left the bathroom and came back to his living area. "I like your choice of reading material," I told him. He seemed a bit puzzled. "What reading material?" Now I was flustered. "Uh, in the bathroom, the magazine. With the guys?" I began to get paranoid. Was this some kind of gay test? Keith blushed. "Oh, that one. Uh, sorry. That's really embarrassing. I forgot to put it away when I was done with it." He flushed even deeper, realizing that we both knew "what he'd done with it." His embarrassment made me feel sympathetic for him and somehow put me at ease. "No, don't be embarrassed. I thought it was really hot." We both laughed, but I did feel a bit disappointed though. "I thought you put it out for me as a kind of message." As I said it, I realized that I was being conceited, and felt embarrassed. Keith didn't have the hots for me. He might not even be gay. He just accidentally left out a whack magazine. That was all. "Well, I didn't intend it that way, but I guess I did send a message. So, I didn't know you swung that way," Keith said. "Well, I don't exactly. I enjoy fantasizing about it, but I've never actually made it with a guy. Have you ever had sex with a man?" I asked. Keith smiled. "Yeah, a few times." He told me that he'd had sex a couple times with girls, but never found it satisfying. The first time he couldn't even come. He'd experimented with men a couple times in college, and had had a steady relation for about six months, which he'd broken off a couple months before he met me. I appreciated how upfront he was with me, and I told him of my gay fantasies. I felt comfortable enough with Keith to admit that I was still a virgin. "That's cool," he said. "There's no need to rush things. You should try things, and see what your tastes are." A light came to his eyes. "So you liked that magazine, huh?" "Yeah," I said. "It was really hot." "Hey, I've got something else you might like. Want to watch a movie?" He smiled and chucked my arm. "Sure," I said. This was the 1980s, and movie meant a videotape. Keith went to his bedroom and came back with a cassette that he slipped into his VCR. We sat on the couch as it began. It was an all-male fuck flick. It was set at a resort. The action quickly developed into a three-way blowjob scene in the pool. The sight of men enjoying each other's bodies was incredibly erotic. My wood returned, and I didn't try to fight it back. "Man, this is really a hot movie," I said. Keith gestured to my straining shorts. "I can tell you like it," he said. I laughed but felt a bit embarrassed. Then I noticed that his shorts were straining too. The fabric was so stretchy that I could actually make out the head of his cock, and even the piss slit through his shorts. "Looks like you like it too," I said. "Yeah, this is one of my favorites. There's some ass sex coming up next that's my go-to scene." He began to fondle his dick through his shorts as the licking and sucking continued on TV. "Those shorts look like they're about to burst," I said. "I don't usually watch this movie with them on," he said, and smiled. "So take them off," I replied. My tone was joking, but we both knew I was serious. He got a bit shy. "You OK with that?" he asked. "Yeah, more than OK. I mean, if you're OK." He laughed. "What the hell, we're friends." He slipped his thumbs beneath the waist band, and pulled the shorts up and over his rigid dick. I was sensitive about the size of my cock, and I was pleased to see that his dick wasn't huge, about an inch longer than mine. He lifted his butt slightly off the couch so that he could pull his shorts down. His pubes were dark and wiry. He stroked his cock idly. "Your turn," he said to me with a smile. I was really nervous and excited. I felt shaky and weak. I had never seen a man's erection in person, and I'd certainly never shown mine to anyone. I stood up and squatted slightly as I pulled my shorts off. I spread my arms wide, and let my dick stand at attention. "Cat's out of the bag now," I said, and we laughed. I sat back down next to Keith. There was no need for pretense anymore, and we both began jacking. We discussed the movie and made jokes about it as we masturbated. We frankly assessed each other, and compared masturbation techniques. As the action on the screen grew hotter, so did I. My cock slit oozed a pearl of pre-cum, and my dick was rigid to root, the whole way to my asshole. I liked to finger my ass when I masturbated, but I was still feeling inhibited. Keith, fortunately, let it all hang out. He played with his nipples, fondled his meaty balls, and slid his left hand below them to massage his anus. I followed suit and we were both soon moaning in pleasure and as we jacked and diddled our asses. It wasn't long before I was on the verge of cumming. "I'm about to bust my nuts," I said to Keith. I was green, and seriously worried about where to shoot. I didn't know what proper etiquette was during mutual masturbation. Where was I supposed to cum? I just said that I was ready to cum, and hoped he'd tell me what to do. Keith surprised me by saying, "Do you want me to finish you off?" "Sure," I said. Keith kneeled on the floor between my legs. He put his left hand on my thigh as he continued to massage his cock. I thought he would pause in his jerking to jack me to climax. To my surprise, he bent down and placed his mouth around my cock. I had never experienced the warm, slippery sensation of anyone's mouth before. He twirled his tongue around my cock head, tonguing my hot slit to extract all the pre-cum. Then he began to french me in earnest, his head bobbing up and down. He fondled my balls as his tongue and lips glided up and down my cock. I was on the verge when he started, and his warm mouth drove me to the edge. "I'm going to cum," I said. He kept his mouth around my dick. I didn't know if he would take my jizz in his mouth, but he couldn't say I didn't warn him. My asshole began to pucker, and my hips rose off the couch rhythmically. Just as I started up with a last powerful thrust, he pulled his mouth away and began to jack. Every muscle between my anus and my dick spasmed as I squirted hot jets of cum all over his hand and my pubes and stomach. I leaned back on the couch, gasping. Keith retook his place on the couch next to me. He smiled as he massaged my thigh gently. "Good time?" He asked. "The best," I said. "Man, I never came that hard before. That was great, thanks." I put my hand on his shoulder. I owed him a kiss at the very least, but I didn't give him one. Somehow, a kiss seemed more gay than sucking him off. Stupidly, I felt shamed and embarrassed. A good friend I liked very much had just used his body to bring me to the best orgasm of my life (up to that point!), but all I could think about was that I had just let a guy blow me, and I was sitting here naked next to him, with a wilting dick and cum all over my belly. Keith had resumed rubbing his cock, not jacking in earnest, but just kind of rubbing in a holding pattern. I thought maybe he was hoping for a blowjob in return, and I felt that I should blow him to even things up, even though I did not want to. Even though I didn't want to, I felt that I should at least ask if he wanted a BJ. I began massaging the back of his neck. "Would you like me to return the favor?" I asked. He smiled. "Hey, you don't have to. That was as much fun for me as it was for you." I knew that had to be a lie, because I was still feeling shaky from my cum explosion. "Hey, I'd like to," I said. I moved my hand from his neck to his still rigid cock. "I'd like to see what one of these things tastes like." "Hey if you really want to. You don't need to feel obligated though." "It's not an obligation, it's a pleasure," I lied to him. I knelt before him and put my mouth around his cock head, just to get it over with. Much to my surprise, his dick tasted good and felt good in my mouth. A slight but very pleasant musky odor rose from his groin. It mingled with the strong odor of my own cum. I never dreamed that it would be so pleasurable to be on this end of a blow job, and I decided to show Keith that anything he could do, I could do better. I didn't know a damn thing about cocksucking, only what I'd read and what I thought would feel good. I teased a bit, twirling my tongue around his swollen glans. He groaned in pleasure. I tongued his piss slit, and was surprised by how salty his pre-cum tasted. I always preferred salt to sweet. I moved my mouth away from his head, and gently rubbed my lips over his warm, stiff shaft. As I chafed my lips up and down his throbbing organ, I began to massage his balls. I buried my face in his soft pubes and drank in the scent of his manhood. I ran my hand up and down his shaft, now slippery with my saliva, and began to suck on his balls. "Mmmmm," he moaned as I took his eggs, one at a time, into my receptive mouth. After a bit, preliminaries over, I returned my mouth to his cock. I was a bit nervous and eager to please. I decided that a tight opening with mouth and lips and lots of contact with his soft, sensitive pleasure knob should feel good. Taking care to avoid scraping him with my teeth, I began to bob my head up and down to make that cum shoot out of his dick. He stroked my head as I worked his lovely cock. "Oh yeah, that feels good," he encouraged me. "This can't be the first time you've done this," he said. I paused my mouth work and jacked his cock as I paused to answer, like a swimmer treading water, "Oh yes it is," I said. "And I fucking like it!" I returned to blowing him. Keith knew how to motivate a guy. I increased the suction just a bit and began power-frenching him, up and down fast, making lots of contact between his head and my mouth, lips and tongue. My own cock, bobbed limp between my legs. With my every sense stimulated, my cock began to rise up, like a cobra looking for prey. Keith's moaning ceased as the sex took him over in earnest. His breathing increased, and his hips twitched as he loaded to shoot. As I massaged his cum-laden balls, I thought of his sweet, puckered anus just inches from my mouth. I wondered how to "accidentally" contact it with my fingers, when a thought occurred to me. Keith had shamelessly massaged his own anus while he masturbated. He obviously enjoyed anal stimulation (like I did), so why be shy? I moved my fingers downward and searched for his most private of erogenous zones. My hunch was right. My boy was into butt play. "Oh yes," he gasped, as my fingertips brushed his puckerhole. He grasped his legs behind the knee and pulled his thighs up and his cheeks apart, exposing his anus for our mutual pleasure. I really wanted to take a look at this most beautiful sight, but couldn't take my attention away from his throbbing cock. Working by feel, I relocated his now slightly open butthole, and worked my middle finger inside. My finger wasn't lubed, so I couldn't thrust it in like both of us would have wanted, but I did to him what I had done to myself on lonely nights. Slightly parting his anus with the inner and outer fingers of my hand, I gently insinuated my middle finger into him, just up to the first knuckle. With a bit of lube I could have finger-fucked him good, but without it I just wiggled my finger like a little vibrator. My middle finger hit the button labeled, "ORGASM." "OH, I'm gonna cum," he warned me. Keith had kept my cock in his mouth up to the very last dangerous microsecond before I had exploded in a burst of joy juice. Just a few minutes ago I had felt dirty and embarrassed that I had lost my virginity to a man. Now, I was on my knees in front of that same man. I was frenching him like a machine and my finger was wiggling in his asshole. My cock was stiff and bouncing, and I had never felt so turned on. I was in the throes of hot fucksex. Right now, anybody could do anything to me. "Here it comes," he said. "I can't hold back." And he didn't. Being on the receiving end of an oral cumshot was no experience that movies or stories could convey. Keith's strong anus gripped my finger as he unleashed inside my mouth. Hot, salty jets of semen shot against the back of my throat faster than I could swallow. I knew it could only be a teaspoon of cum, but it felt like a quart. The cum I could not swallow spilled from my lips. Keith's cock, slick with saliva, now became incredibly slippery as my spit combined with his semen. Mercifully, the flood slowed, and I began to clean his cock. Pushing forward as far as I dared, I tightened my lips around the base of his cock, and moved upwards, squeezing the last drops of pearly juice from his urethra. I was rewarded as a last gush of cum issued from his pee slit into my mouth. I removed my mouth and swallowed his love offering. Regretfully, I removed my finger from his love hole. At least now I got a good look at his beautiful butthole. I lifted my finger to my nose and inhaled the rich aroma of his ass. It smelled so damn good. Keith released the grip on his knees and lowered his feet to the floor again. His hands went up above his shoulders in a position of surrender. His eyes were shut, and he was still panting from his manly exertions. I rose from my position on the floor. My cock was rigid. I touched my taint to verify that it was hard to the very root, all the way back to my asshole. I could not believe my good fortune. I had just enjoyed crazy hot sex, better than any porn movie I had ever seen. I now felt ashamed of my earlier feelings of shame. Before me sat a man who was so willing to share his body with me in the most intimate manner. This was a gift to be treasured. I sat beside him, put my arms around him, and kissed his cheek. Keith opened his eyes and looked into mine as he stroked my cheek. "Wow man, you are something else," he said. He kissed me on the mouth, gently putting his tongue inside the same cavity that had pleasured his cock just moments ago. After a long, slow, loving exploration of each other's mouth, we parted. "You sure you want to kiss me? I asked. "You know where that mouth's been." He smiled, and gave me another confirmatory kiss. "Yes, I know, and you are the greatest person in the world, and I want to give you what you deserve." His hand moved to my stiff dick, and he looked ruefully at his own limp and drying dick. "But maybe give me a couple minutes." We both laughed. "We have all the time in the world." I looked down myself at the cum drying on my groin and belly, and felt Keith's cum drying on my chin. "I think I need a shower first anyway, I said with a grin. Keith laughed. He stood up and offered me his hand as I arose. "I need a shower myself," he said. "Come on with me and I'll scrub your back." I put my arm around his shoulder and he put his arm around my waist as we walked to the bathroom, hip to hip. The night was young, and we were young. I knew that that this shower would be the best I ever had.