All day I've just wanted me some daddy-cock! Since I won't get to suck my dad's, I'm kinda hoping to find a "daddy" who wants me to be his fat panty wearing "Son." I think I'll work on that story after work tonight... Yum!
Secondly, I am going to start twittering, and the only way it'll be worth it is if guys start following me on twitter. So... Follow me, chubby_boy1988.
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Tuesday, June 29, 2010
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Friday, June 25, 2010
A Short Story: No Rent...
This is a story that I've pulled from my archives, it might not be the best written, but I'm currently exploring the possibility of turning it into something more ongoing... IF you like it feel free to comment your suggestions...
"No rent again." The deep, booming voice of the landlord seemed to fill the tiny apartment. "This is the third month in a row, Mr. Burnside."
"I know." Steve Burnside answered his voice small in the wake of such a huge man.
"Well then you should also know that you'll be on the street by the end of the week." There seemed to e in the large man's eyes even though there was none in his voice. "I've given you and your wife more than enough chances to make things even."
"Please, sir." Steve said in a soft plea. "We've got a sick baby and my job is barely paying enough to cover all of her doctors' visits."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Burnside." The landlord didn't seem sorry. Not at all.
"I'll do anything, sir."
"Anything?" The landlord's tone of voice sent chills of regret and fear down Steve's spine. "Maybe we can work something out after all."
"Thank you, sir." Relief rushed through out Steve's body and a small, hopeful smile began to spread upon his lips.
"Don't thank me just yet, Mr. Burnside." The landlord chuckled. "I think we'll be taking your rent out of your flesh."
"What?" Confusion filled Steve's mind. "You want me to work for you?"
"Sort of." The grin on the landlord's face seemingly grew cruel. "I'm a man of certain appetites, Mr. Burnside. My taste's run deep and varied."
"Ok?" Steve said looking for any sign of hope on the large man's face. "What do I have to do?"
"Mr. Burnside, I have an itch that I haven't scratched in quite sometime, and I'm hoping that you could scratch that itch for me."
"You want me to scratch your back?" A chuckle passed the landlord's lips.
"No." He smiled his large mouth reminded Steve of a shark's. "I want you to relieve me."
"How?"
"Sexually, Mr. Burnside." The man let loose a cruel chuckle. "I want your body in exchange for letting you stay in my apartment."
"That is crazy." Steve said, anger mixing into his voice. "That is a sin, and illegal." Steve felt his religious roots flaring up inside him. Years of Sunday school telling him that the very thought of such an act would surely doom him to Hell. The landlord seemed unfazed by Steve's fears.
"It's that or the streets, Mr. Burnside." The landlord spoke these words softly, but the cruelty was still there. "And what of dear little Abigail? A sick baby won't last on the streets, especially during a cold winter."
"Sir, please." Steve whimpered.
"Only one thing that I'll take instead of cash. Your body."
"Sir," Steve started to say something but stopped well aware that his pleas would fall upon deaf ears. "I don't know, sir."
"Well, Mr. Burnside, you are going to have to make a decision."
"I'll do it." Steve said with a sigh. He decided that maybe God could understand this act of sin if he knew it was to save his precious child.
"We'll start slow, Mr. Burnside." The land lord was working at his belt buckle. Steve cringed knowing that he was going to perform a disgusting act of sin right there in the kitchen of his and his wife's apartment. "Consider this a down payment on a promise." The landlord let his slacks drop to the floor and Steve was surprised to see that the man was not wearing any underwear at all. "You can suck my cock right now, and someday soon you can come down to my place and I'll take your rent out of your ass." Steve cringed. Thinking of a future payment was cringe worthy, but he knew that this was probably the only way to stay in the apartment.
"Sir, I've never done anything like this before." Steve said knowing that his voice was soft, pathetic. He felt like a stranger in his own skin. The landlord smiled his cruel smile and motioned for Steve to come closer. Steve crossed his kitchen as slowly as he could, but the trip was still too short for his liking.
Finally in front of the landlord Steve stopped. "On your knees, Mr. Burnside." Steve sighed and got down onto his knees slowly. "Take my cock into your mouth." Steve looked at his landlord's penis for what felt like an eternity. It was bigger than Steve had expected, far larger than his or any other he had ever seen. He slowly reached a finger out to touch it, and felt a little piece of his soul die. "Put it in your mouth." The landlord's booming voice carried a tone of annoyed anger. Steve opened his mouth and took the hard cock into with all the enjoyment of a kid at the dentist.
His wife rarely performed oral sex on him, and he had only ever seen one pornographic film when he was thirteen. He knew so little about the act of oral sex that he was sure he would fail in the one task that could save his family from the cold streets. He took as much of the landlord's penis into his mouth as he could, and when he felt it on the back of his mouth he nearly gagged. The taste and smell of the man's penis was not entirely unpleasant, but it was defiantly not something that Steve found himself enjoying.
"You're doing fine for your first time, Mr. Burnside." The landlord said his breath now heavier than before. "Soon you'll be a pro at sucking my cock." Steve continued what he was doing mimicking what his wife had done the few times she had ventured down on him.
After what felt like ages the landlord finally said something. "I think I might be getting close, Mr. Burnside. I expect you to swallow all of my jizz." Steve sighed inwardly, his mouth was growing tired, but the fear of a mouthful of this man's seed had him begging God to prolong the even as long as possible. "You really are doing an amazingly good job for your first time." The praise seemed genuine. Steve felt the man's body twitch, his penis seemed to throb inside of Steve's mouth. Quite suddenly Steve felt his mouth fill with a rush of warm seed. The taste was unlike anything that Steve had ever had in his mouth. He swallowed hoping to please the landlord enough that the man would leave his family only for a while. He was pleased with himself when all of the warm seed was gone from his mouth and the landlord pulled away. "Thank you, Mr. Burnside." The landlord said softly. He pulled up his slacks. "I guess I'll see you in a week for the next rent payment." Steve felt like he might cry, but lifted himself off the ground to stand in the kitchen that he had earned for another week. The landlord smiled at Steve and then let himself out. Steve knew that there would be a next time, and for just a moment Steve let himself cry.
"No rent again." The deep, booming voice of the landlord seemed to fill the tiny apartment. "This is the third month in a row, Mr. Burnside."
"I know." Steve Burnside answered his voice small in the wake of such a huge man.
"Well then you should also know that you'll be on the street by the end of the week." There seemed to e in the large man's eyes even though there was none in his voice. "I've given you and your wife more than enough chances to make things even."
"Please, sir." Steve said in a soft plea. "We've got a sick baby and my job is barely paying enough to cover all of her doctors' visits."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Burnside." The landlord didn't seem sorry. Not at all.
"I'll do anything, sir."
"Anything?" The landlord's tone of voice sent chills of regret and fear down Steve's spine. "Maybe we can work something out after all."
"Thank you, sir." Relief rushed through out Steve's body and a small, hopeful smile began to spread upon his lips.
"Don't thank me just yet, Mr. Burnside." The landlord chuckled. "I think we'll be taking your rent out of your flesh."
"What?" Confusion filled Steve's mind. "You want me to work for you?"
"Sort of." The grin on the landlord's face seemingly grew cruel. "I'm a man of certain appetites, Mr. Burnside. My taste's run deep and varied."
"Ok?" Steve said looking for any sign of hope on the large man's face. "What do I have to do?"
"Mr. Burnside, I have an itch that I haven't scratched in quite sometime, and I'm hoping that you could scratch that itch for me."
"You want me to scratch your back?" A chuckle passed the landlord's lips.
"No." He smiled his large mouth reminded Steve of a shark's. "I want you to relieve me."
"How?"
"Sexually, Mr. Burnside." The man let loose a cruel chuckle. "I want your body in exchange for letting you stay in my apartment."
"That is crazy." Steve said, anger mixing into his voice. "That is a sin, and illegal." Steve felt his religious roots flaring up inside him. Years of Sunday school telling him that the very thought of such an act would surely doom him to Hell. The landlord seemed unfazed by Steve's fears.
"It's that or the streets, Mr. Burnside." The landlord spoke these words softly, but the cruelty was still there. "And what of dear little Abigail? A sick baby won't last on the streets, especially during a cold winter."
"Sir, please." Steve whimpered.
"Only one thing that I'll take instead of cash. Your body."
"Sir," Steve started to say something but stopped well aware that his pleas would fall upon deaf ears. "I don't know, sir."
"Well, Mr. Burnside, you are going to have to make a decision."
"I'll do it." Steve said with a sigh. He decided that maybe God could understand this act of sin if he knew it was to save his precious child.
"We'll start slow, Mr. Burnside." The land lord was working at his belt buckle. Steve cringed knowing that he was going to perform a disgusting act of sin right there in the kitchen of his and his wife's apartment. "Consider this a down payment on a promise." The landlord let his slacks drop to the floor and Steve was surprised to see that the man was not wearing any underwear at all. "You can suck my cock right now, and someday soon you can come down to my place and I'll take your rent out of your ass." Steve cringed. Thinking of a future payment was cringe worthy, but he knew that this was probably the only way to stay in the apartment.
"Sir, I've never done anything like this before." Steve said knowing that his voice was soft, pathetic. He felt like a stranger in his own skin. The landlord smiled his cruel smile and motioned for Steve to come closer. Steve crossed his kitchen as slowly as he could, but the trip was still too short for his liking.
Finally in front of the landlord Steve stopped. "On your knees, Mr. Burnside." Steve sighed and got down onto his knees slowly. "Take my cock into your mouth." Steve looked at his landlord's penis for what felt like an eternity. It was bigger than Steve had expected, far larger than his or any other he had ever seen. He slowly reached a finger out to touch it, and felt a little piece of his soul die. "Put it in your mouth." The landlord's booming voice carried a tone of annoyed anger. Steve opened his mouth and took the hard cock into with all the enjoyment of a kid at the dentist.
His wife rarely performed oral sex on him, and he had only ever seen one pornographic film when he was thirteen. He knew so little about the act of oral sex that he was sure he would fail in the one task that could save his family from the cold streets. He took as much of the landlord's penis into his mouth as he could, and when he felt it on the back of his mouth he nearly gagged. The taste and smell of the man's penis was not entirely unpleasant, but it was defiantly not something that Steve found himself enjoying.
"You're doing fine for your first time, Mr. Burnside." The landlord said his breath now heavier than before. "Soon you'll be a pro at sucking my cock." Steve continued what he was doing mimicking what his wife had done the few times she had ventured down on him.
After what felt like ages the landlord finally said something. "I think I might be getting close, Mr. Burnside. I expect you to swallow all of my jizz." Steve sighed inwardly, his mouth was growing tired, but the fear of a mouthful of this man's seed had him begging God to prolong the even as long as possible. "You really are doing an amazingly good job for your first time." The praise seemed genuine. Steve felt the man's body twitch, his penis seemed to throb inside of Steve's mouth. Quite suddenly Steve felt his mouth fill with a rush of warm seed. The taste was unlike anything that Steve had ever had in his mouth. He swallowed hoping to please the landlord enough that the man would leave his family only for a while. He was pleased with himself when all of the warm seed was gone from his mouth and the landlord pulled away. "Thank you, Mr. Burnside." The landlord said softly. He pulled up his slacks. "I guess I'll see you in a week for the next rent payment." Steve felt like he might cry, but lifted himself off the ground to stand in the kitchen that he had earned for another week. The landlord smiled at Steve and then let himself out. Steve knew that there would be a next time, and for just a moment Steve let himself cry.
Copy of an Ad that I've placed on Craigslist.
So I have some time this morning/afternoon before I have to go to work and I'm in a particularly horny mood. I think that I may make the trip to Lafayette to pick out a new pair of panties (I realize that boys in panties aren't every one's cup of tea so if you think that's gross keep it yourself.) I've had a fantasy of sucking another man's cock while wearing panties for a long time, and I've never acted on it (yet.)
I am a twenty-two (22) year old bi-sexual (or bi-curious) male who does enjoy wearing panties. I am overweight (I know that turns a lot of you studs off, sorry for our luck) and weigh three hundred and two pounds (fat, I know :( ) I have brown hair and eyes and a small goatee. (I can show pictures if you respond to this ad.) I'm more or less a bottom, but prefer oral.
You be:
I'm looking for a male between 18- 45. I know this might be hypocritical but please be in decent shape. Be clean, (both hygiene, drugs, and disease.) and willing to keep this on the down low. Willing to try this in a public rest room is a big plus!
Okay, so I'm going to be on Y! Messenger for a while: chubby_1988 at ymail dot com
I am a twenty-two (22) year old bi-sexual (or bi-curious) male who does enjoy wearing panties. I am overweight (I know that turns a lot of you studs off, sorry for our luck) and weigh three hundred and two pounds (fat, I know :( ) I have brown hair and eyes and a small goatee. (I can show pictures if you respond to this ad.) I'm more or less a bottom, but prefer oral.
You be:
I'm looking for a male between 18- 45. I know this might be hypocritical but please be in decent shape. Be clean, (both hygiene, drugs, and disease.) and willing to keep this on the down low. Willing to try this in a public rest room is a big plus!
Okay, so I'm going to be on Y! Messenger for a while: chubby_1988 at ymail dot com
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Soo, I know there are a few of you reading this...
Hi guys and gals (if there are any),
So this blog is still in it's infancy but I just wanted to give all of you the chance to say hello. IF you are reading and enjoying these entries (or even if you are hating them) please post how you came to find this blog and a little about yourself (if you feel comfortable doing so.)
Thanks,
So this blog is still in it's infancy but I just wanted to give all of you the chance to say hello. IF you are reading and enjoying these entries (or even if you are hating them) please post how you came to find this blog and a little about yourself (if you feel comfortable doing so.)
Thanks,
Some more fiction! Why You Shouldn't Drink and Drive
"Ma'am, can you step out of the vehicle." My wife looked at him with what I'm sure was the most drunken look he had ever seen, but I might be wrong. We hadn't been going that fast and I was pretty sure that we had been staying between the lines, but being half drunk myself, I didn't help. She turned to me and even with the drunken stupor, anger was written all over her face, I would have laughed but I'm sure that it would have driven her into a rage.
I leaned back in my seat and let the warmth of the car's heater and the effects of the nights revelry lull me into an almost sleep like state. I enjoyed the thoughts of, "I told you so," that would follow tonight's run in with the law. I might have even smiled as I thought of the events that lead up to this moment in time and space where I could finally tell her that I was right and she was wrong.
I had told her that we shouldn't be driving, but she insisted that we make our way home to check on our darling child. I reminded her that we paid the babysitter for a whole night and one of us should at least sober up before going on a forty-five minute trek home. Sadly, at least for her, she didn't listen. Like usual her brilliant plans only lead to us finding ourselves in a mess that was almost insurmountable.
"Sir, can you exit the vehicle please?" The officer asked in what sounded like a rather annoyed tone of voice. I opened the door and compliance and tried to step out of the car. By try, I mean I failed (at least the first time) because I had forgotten to unbuckle to seatbelt. "Sir, have you and your wife been drinking tonight?" He asked the question that I was sure was nothing more than routine for him, but still a little nerve racking for me. I nodded slowly, almost thoughtfully.
"Yes, officer." I smiled, bashfully of course. The officer nodded and looked over at my wife who I had just now noticed was sitting in the back of the police cruiser. I felt my pulse quicken slightly, hoping that I wouldn't find myself spending the night in jail.
"Your wife tried to tell me that she only had one drink this evening." I must have giggled when he said this cause he gave me a queer look that only made me want to giggle even more. "When she failed the field sobriety test, I had to put her into car. I'm afraid she may be a danger to herself and anyone else on the road tonight."
"What's going to happen to her?" I asked rather loudly.
"She's going to spend the night in a cell. Probably filled with a bunch of other skanky drunks."
"What about me?" I asked, hoping that I wouldn't be checking into the county hotel anytime soon.
"Well that depends, sir." He sighed and rubbed his forehead thoughtfully. "I can tell that you are intoxicated, and I'm pretty sure that you shouldn't be driving a car in your state." I nodded. "I would probably have to take you in with her, unless you can do me a small favor."
"What kind favor?" I felt nervous and I'm sure my body showed it. I shivered against the cold wind as he smiled back at me.
"Well, sir, it's going to seem inappropriate." He looked more like a shy boy than a police officer at this moment. "So I'll just come out and say it, I want you to suck my cock." I must have gasped, but I'm not sure.
"What?" My voice was loud and possible slurred, but the shock and outrage where all there.
"My wife doesn't ever suck it, and a friend of mine told me that the best head he ever got was from a guy." He was so bashful when he talked now.
"Then have your friend suck your god damn cock." I blurted out.
"Sir, I didn't want to do this," He started softly. "But if you don't I'll be forced to take both you and your wife down to the station for booking. You'll probably be there all night. Your names will end up in the papers. You might even lose your license."
"Are you blackmailing me?"
"Yes, sir, I am." He smiled and his bashful smile seemed almost cruel. "Neither one of us wants to have to go down to the jail tonight." I sighed and thought about all the hassles my wife had caused for me, this one most definitely took the cake.
"I don't know." I said with a softer voice than before. "No one can know." I said with some confidence.
"That is how I would prefer it, sir." He said smiling cheerfully. I nodded and he must have gotten the signal. My intent must have been written all over my face because he glanced around once before motioning for me to get back into my car. I got into the passengers seat and he got into the drivers. "How to do you make this seat go back?" He asked in a mixture of nerves and excitement. I told him and when he was finally adjusted he undid the buckle of his belt. "Excited?" He asked almost breathlessly. I was feeling almost a tinge of excitement, but I wasn't sure if "excitement" wasn't just one too many vodka tonics. I shook my head and he looked a little disappointed but undid the button of his uniform trousers none the less.
I was actually surprised at the size of his cock. It was already hard when he pulled his white briefs down. It sprung up, acting as if it was almost alive. It sprung up all four inches or so of it. I felt like I almost wanted to giggle, but that act would probably have landed my ass into some hot water, instead I reached a shaking hand out to touch it. I grasped his cock softly, like I would touch my own. Slowly I started stroking it with two fingers wrapped gently, but still firm enough that he would feel it.
"Suck it." He breathed heavily. I sighed and leaned over the best I could to get his cock in my mouth. The taste was something I wasn't prepared for, but definitely didn't find myself hating. It was salty, musty almost. It wasn't tangy like pussy (or at least my wife's pussy.), no it was something much more pleasant. Even so my mind was made up to do this fast, to get it over with. I wrapped my lips around his small shaft and begin to bob my head in much of the same manner my wife of fourteen years had been doing to me for close to twenty years.
I felt his body jerking softly at first. A moan escaped his lips and his hands became entangled into my hair. I continued to bob my head, letting my tongue lick the shaft of his penis as much as possible with him wanting to force my mouth back down to the base of his cock. I continued to slurp away as fast as I could, hoping that he'd find a way to orgasm soon. He jerked a little harder and his moans got a whole hell of a lot louder. I felt his body tighten, his cock seemed to get harder in my mouth before a rush of cum gushed over my tongue.
I nearly puked. Not because his sperm tasted bad or anything. (I was surprised to find that I liked it.) No I nearly lost my mostly liquid dinner because of the amount of sperm that came from his rather small cock. I was surprised when he orgasmed, but even more surprised when he didn't quite cumming after one shot. I swallowed as much as I could with out losing it, but I could still feel some leaking from my lips onto his cock. I swallowed what I could before sitting back up and wiping off the rest.
"Thanks." He was re-fastening his pants. I looked at the clock, and surprised to see that we had been pulled over nearly an hour ago. He grinned at me. I smiled back at him, feeling almost shy. I was definitely intoxicated. Not just on the expensive booze that I'd consumed, but on something lustier. "I'll go let your wife out." He said with a satisfied grin. "I think you better drive though." I nodded and he went to the police cruiser. I noticed that I was sporting a rather hard cock now, and smiled a little to myself.
My wife was practically passed out, so the officer practically had to drag her to the car. Throwing her into the passenger seat he shut the door and walked back around to the driver's side door. I rolled down the window. "Thanks again." He said smiling. He pulled a scrap of paper from his pocket and handed it to me. "You might want to try this place sometime." He smiled and walked back to his car. It was too dark to read so I shoved the scrap of paper into my pocket and started towards home.
When we got home it was almost four in the morning. I put my wife to bed and kissed her forehead. Emptying my pockets for the night I pulled out the piece of paper that the officer handed to me. Written on it was simply an address and a little message.
Here's a place to perfect that already talented mouth of yours. Try it if you ever get in the mood for a little fun and games. –Jack.
I smiled and thanked "Jack" quietly. I knew that I would probably want to try this secret club someday. Regardless of my lusts I needed sleep, so curling up next to the wife that caused me to find a new passion I fell asleep.
I leaned back in my seat and let the warmth of the car's heater and the effects of the nights revelry lull me into an almost sleep like state. I enjoyed the thoughts of, "I told you so," that would follow tonight's run in with the law. I might have even smiled as I thought of the events that lead up to this moment in time and space where I could finally tell her that I was right and she was wrong.
I had told her that we shouldn't be driving, but she insisted that we make our way home to check on our darling child. I reminded her that we paid the babysitter for a whole night and one of us should at least sober up before going on a forty-five minute trek home. Sadly, at least for her, she didn't listen. Like usual her brilliant plans only lead to us finding ourselves in a mess that was almost insurmountable.
"Sir, can you exit the vehicle please?" The officer asked in what sounded like a rather annoyed tone of voice. I opened the door and compliance and tried to step out of the car. By try, I mean I failed (at least the first time) because I had forgotten to unbuckle to seatbelt. "Sir, have you and your wife been drinking tonight?" He asked the question that I was sure was nothing more than routine for him, but still a little nerve racking for me. I nodded slowly, almost thoughtfully.
"Yes, officer." I smiled, bashfully of course. The officer nodded and looked over at my wife who I had just now noticed was sitting in the back of the police cruiser. I felt my pulse quicken slightly, hoping that I wouldn't find myself spending the night in jail.
"Your wife tried to tell me that she only had one drink this evening." I must have giggled when he said this cause he gave me a queer look that only made me want to giggle even more. "When she failed the field sobriety test, I had to put her into car. I'm afraid she may be a danger to herself and anyone else on the road tonight."
"What's going to happen to her?" I asked rather loudly.
"She's going to spend the night in a cell. Probably filled with a bunch of other skanky drunks."
"What about me?" I asked, hoping that I wouldn't be checking into the county hotel anytime soon.
"Well that depends, sir." He sighed and rubbed his forehead thoughtfully. "I can tell that you are intoxicated, and I'm pretty sure that you shouldn't be driving a car in your state." I nodded. "I would probably have to take you in with her, unless you can do me a small favor."
"What kind favor?" I felt nervous and I'm sure my body showed it. I shivered against the cold wind as he smiled back at me.
"Well, sir, it's going to seem inappropriate." He looked more like a shy boy than a police officer at this moment. "So I'll just come out and say it, I want you to suck my cock." I must have gasped, but I'm not sure.
"What?" My voice was loud and possible slurred, but the shock and outrage where all there.
"My wife doesn't ever suck it, and a friend of mine told me that the best head he ever got was from a guy." He was so bashful when he talked now.
"Then have your friend suck your god damn cock." I blurted out.
"Sir, I didn't want to do this," He started softly. "But if you don't I'll be forced to take both you and your wife down to the station for booking. You'll probably be there all night. Your names will end up in the papers. You might even lose your license."
"Are you blackmailing me?"
"Yes, sir, I am." He smiled and his bashful smile seemed almost cruel. "Neither one of us wants to have to go down to the jail tonight." I sighed and thought about all the hassles my wife had caused for me, this one most definitely took the cake.
"I don't know." I said with a softer voice than before. "No one can know." I said with some confidence.
"That is how I would prefer it, sir." He said smiling cheerfully. I nodded and he must have gotten the signal. My intent must have been written all over my face because he glanced around once before motioning for me to get back into my car. I got into the passengers seat and he got into the drivers. "How to do you make this seat go back?" He asked in a mixture of nerves and excitement. I told him and when he was finally adjusted he undid the buckle of his belt. "Excited?" He asked almost breathlessly. I was feeling almost a tinge of excitement, but I wasn't sure if "excitement" wasn't just one too many vodka tonics. I shook my head and he looked a little disappointed but undid the button of his uniform trousers none the less.
I was actually surprised at the size of his cock. It was already hard when he pulled his white briefs down. It sprung up, acting as if it was almost alive. It sprung up all four inches or so of it. I felt like I almost wanted to giggle, but that act would probably have landed my ass into some hot water, instead I reached a shaking hand out to touch it. I grasped his cock softly, like I would touch my own. Slowly I started stroking it with two fingers wrapped gently, but still firm enough that he would feel it.
"Suck it." He breathed heavily. I sighed and leaned over the best I could to get his cock in my mouth. The taste was something I wasn't prepared for, but definitely didn't find myself hating. It was salty, musty almost. It wasn't tangy like pussy (or at least my wife's pussy.), no it was something much more pleasant. Even so my mind was made up to do this fast, to get it over with. I wrapped my lips around his small shaft and begin to bob my head in much of the same manner my wife of fourteen years had been doing to me for close to twenty years.
I felt his body jerking softly at first. A moan escaped his lips and his hands became entangled into my hair. I continued to bob my head, letting my tongue lick the shaft of his penis as much as possible with him wanting to force my mouth back down to the base of his cock. I continued to slurp away as fast as I could, hoping that he'd find a way to orgasm soon. He jerked a little harder and his moans got a whole hell of a lot louder. I felt his body tighten, his cock seemed to get harder in my mouth before a rush of cum gushed over my tongue.
I nearly puked. Not because his sperm tasted bad or anything. (I was surprised to find that I liked it.) No I nearly lost my mostly liquid dinner because of the amount of sperm that came from his rather small cock. I was surprised when he orgasmed, but even more surprised when he didn't quite cumming after one shot. I swallowed as much as I could with out losing it, but I could still feel some leaking from my lips onto his cock. I swallowed what I could before sitting back up and wiping off the rest.
"Thanks." He was re-fastening his pants. I looked at the clock, and surprised to see that we had been pulled over nearly an hour ago. He grinned at me. I smiled back at him, feeling almost shy. I was definitely intoxicated. Not just on the expensive booze that I'd consumed, but on something lustier. "I'll go let your wife out." He said with a satisfied grin. "I think you better drive though." I nodded and he went to the police cruiser. I noticed that I was sporting a rather hard cock now, and smiled a little to myself.
My wife was practically passed out, so the officer practically had to drag her to the car. Throwing her into the passenger seat he shut the door and walked back around to the driver's side door. I rolled down the window. "Thanks again." He said smiling. He pulled a scrap of paper from his pocket and handed it to me. "You might want to try this place sometime." He smiled and walked back to his car. It was too dark to read so I shoved the scrap of paper into my pocket and started towards home.
When we got home it was almost four in the morning. I put my wife to bed and kissed her forehead. Emptying my pockets for the night I pulled out the piece of paper that the officer handed to me. Written on it was simply an address and a little message.
Here's a place to perfect that already talented mouth of yours. Try it if you ever get in the mood for a little fun and games. –Jack.
I smiled and thanked "Jack" quietly. I knew that I would probably want to try this secret club someday. Regardless of my lusts I needed sleep, so curling up next to the wife that caused me to find a new passion I fell asleep.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Fantasy! Sucking Little Brother's Cock
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" His voice caught me off guard, but when I turned around I nearly passed out with shame. My younger brother stood there looking at me with a mixture of disgust and bemusement. I felt my face flush red and I tried to cover the fact that I wearing my mother's pink underwear which were stretched to their limits on my chubby body.
"Johnny," I started to beg, knowing that I sounded like a whiny bitch. "You can't tell anyone."
"The hell I can't." His lips spread into a cruel smile. "I'm telling everyone I fucking know."
"Come on," I felt like I wanted to die at this moment. "I'll do anything."
"Yeah well, you're twenty-two and living with our parents what in the fuck can you do for me?"
"I don't know, but just name it and I'll do it."
"Suck my cock." He said with no hint of a smile, no hint of a joke.
"Are you serious?" I asked with a small smile.
"Yeah." He said still not smiling. "You wanna prance around like a fucking fat fairy then I'll treat you like a fucking fairy."
"No, that is so gross." I didn't tell him that I was secretly salivating at the thought. "I'm not doing that."
"Then I'm telling everyone that I know that you are fat fuck who dances around in his mommy's pink panties." He turned and started to leave my bedroom.
"Fine." I muttered and he stopped and turned around, his brown eyes looking at me like I was no better than a cheap piece of trash.
"What you fat fuck?"
"I'll suck your cock." I said softly, my excitement replaced by a feeling of shame.
"Fine." He said with almost a hint of a smile. "We'll see if it's good enough that I won't tell anyone that you are a fucking fat queer." He stood there and stared at me for what seemed like hours, and I could do nothing but stare back. "Are you going to do it or what?" He asked his voice almost angry. I nodded and walked towards him. My mouth was dry and my stomach felt as if a dozen butterflies had taken to dancing, but I licked my lips and got to my knees in front of him. My hands fumbled nervously with the button on his jeans, I helped slide his jeans to the floor. He was wearing black boxer briefs and the outline of his cock was visible through the cotton.
"Are you sure you want this?" I muttered to myself in an almost desperate plea to turn back. I was a virgin at twenty-two and had never dreamed that my first experience of any kind would be with my nineteen year old brother. He didn't respond and I took his lack of answer as affirmation. My pudgy fingers slid themselves into the elastic of his boxer-briefs and pulled them down slowly.
I was surprised when I finally got his underwear down to his ankles. The size of his cock wasn't too surprising although it was pleasant. He was larger than me, his soft penis was at the very least an inch larger than I was fully hard. The surprise was that he was completely shaved, no pubic hair whatsoever, in fact it looked like it had only been shave hours before. I felt my own cock twitch to life in my mother's pink panties and couldn't help but reach a curious hand to touch my brother's rod.
His body seemed to twitch at my touch and I took it as a good sign. I wrapped my hand around his cock and felt it slowly growing under my touch. I licked my dry lips and went for the kill. My tongue touched the head of his penis gingerly, lovingly. He was growing more and more erect as I took the stiffening rod into my mouth. A soft moan escaped his lips. I sucked gently and slid the length of his now solidly hard cock in and out of my mouth. "Play with my balls you fucking fairy." He said with a gasp. I reached a hand under his balls and stroked them softly as I took his cock as far into my mouth as I could.
My brother didn't even warn me. A loud groan from him and I found myself with a mouthful of warm, sweet cum. I swallowed as much as I could but I still felt some slide down my lips onto my chin. "Look at the fat cum slut." He jeered. I wiped my lips and went to stand up, he was pulling his pants up. "You liked that didn't you?" He smiled cruelly. "I won't tell, but it's going to cost you a lot more of those blow jobs." He turned and walked out of the room leaving me very turned on, and yet feeling very dirty.
"Johnny," I started to beg, knowing that I sounded like a whiny bitch. "You can't tell anyone."
"The hell I can't." His lips spread into a cruel smile. "I'm telling everyone I fucking know."
"Come on," I felt like I wanted to die at this moment. "I'll do anything."
"Yeah well, you're twenty-two and living with our parents what in the fuck can you do for me?"
"I don't know, but just name it and I'll do it."
"Suck my cock." He said with no hint of a smile, no hint of a joke.
"Are you serious?" I asked with a small smile.
"Yeah." He said still not smiling. "You wanna prance around like a fucking fat fairy then I'll treat you like a fucking fairy."
"No, that is so gross." I didn't tell him that I was secretly salivating at the thought. "I'm not doing that."
"Then I'm telling everyone that I know that you are fat fuck who dances around in his mommy's pink panties." He turned and started to leave my bedroom.
"Fine." I muttered and he stopped and turned around, his brown eyes looking at me like I was no better than a cheap piece of trash.
"What you fat fuck?"
"I'll suck your cock." I said softly, my excitement replaced by a feeling of shame.
"Fine." He said with almost a hint of a smile. "We'll see if it's good enough that I won't tell anyone that you are a fucking fat queer." He stood there and stared at me for what seemed like hours, and I could do nothing but stare back. "Are you going to do it or what?" He asked his voice almost angry. I nodded and walked towards him. My mouth was dry and my stomach felt as if a dozen butterflies had taken to dancing, but I licked my lips and got to my knees in front of him. My hands fumbled nervously with the button on his jeans, I helped slide his jeans to the floor. He was wearing black boxer briefs and the outline of his cock was visible through the cotton.
"Are you sure you want this?" I muttered to myself in an almost desperate plea to turn back. I was a virgin at twenty-two and had never dreamed that my first experience of any kind would be with my nineteen year old brother. He didn't respond and I took his lack of answer as affirmation. My pudgy fingers slid themselves into the elastic of his boxer-briefs and pulled them down slowly.
I was surprised when I finally got his underwear down to his ankles. The size of his cock wasn't too surprising although it was pleasant. He was larger than me, his soft penis was at the very least an inch larger than I was fully hard. The surprise was that he was completely shaved, no pubic hair whatsoever, in fact it looked like it had only been shave hours before. I felt my own cock twitch to life in my mother's pink panties and couldn't help but reach a curious hand to touch my brother's rod.
His body seemed to twitch at my touch and I took it as a good sign. I wrapped my hand around his cock and felt it slowly growing under my touch. I licked my dry lips and went for the kill. My tongue touched the head of his penis gingerly, lovingly. He was growing more and more erect as I took the stiffening rod into my mouth. A soft moan escaped his lips. I sucked gently and slid the length of his now solidly hard cock in and out of my mouth. "Play with my balls you fucking fairy." He said with a gasp. I reached a hand under his balls and stroked them softly as I took his cock as far into my mouth as I could.
My brother didn't even warn me. A loud groan from him and I found myself with a mouthful of warm, sweet cum. I swallowed as much as I could but I still felt some slide down my lips onto my chin. "Look at the fat cum slut." He jeered. I wiped my lips and went to stand up, he was pulling his pants up. "You liked that didn't you?" He smiled cruelly. "I won't tell, but it's going to cost you a lot more of those blow jobs." He turned and walked out of the room leaving me very turned on, and yet feeling very dirty.
Fantasy! Getting caught in the bathroom!!!
So lately I've been having this fantasy of going into a Wal-Mart late at night to buy panties. I've done it before, so this isn't really the fantasy part. Nope, the fantasy lies in the fact that while I'm picking out a cute pair of pink panties a red neck trucker is watching me. He waits until I pay and then when I go into the bathroom to try on my new panties (which I do almost every time I buy panties...) he comes in after me and catches me red handed...
He then forces me to strip and wear nothing but the panties. He slaps my ass and calls me a faggot sissy, before forcing me to suck his cock right then and there in the dirty Wal-Mart bathroom... He finishes and cums all over my face...
God, I wish that could happen!!!!
God, I wish that could happen!!!!
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
True Story: First Time I sucked Cock
I stood there in the library's bathroom literally shaking with anticipation. I'd never in my wildest dreams imagine that I'd be standing in a public bathroom waiting for a complete stranger to come in so that I could suck his cock. Well, okay, definitely had thought about it in my wildest imagination, but I never would have believed that I would be actually living out a fantasy. So at twenty years old I was about to adventure into the shallow seas of my first erotic encounter with another man.
A knock came at the stall door and I unlatched it. My heart was beating a hundred times faster than it had ever beaten before. He was taller than me, skinnier than me too. His white hair was long, and it looked like he hadn't shaved in a few weeks. He had told me on the internet that he was in his forties, but I would have ventured a guess somewhere into his fifties. Regardless I was interested in what his face looked like. I was far more interested in what exactly he was keeping in his blue jeans. I tried to introduce myself but he simply lifted a finger to his lips in order to shush me.
I dropped to my knees almost gleefully and waited for him to undo the button on his jeans. I don't think I could have gotten his pants down fast enough, but once I did I was in for a pleasant sight. His cock was soft, but looked like it was about six inches long. I couldn't help myself but to dive right in. My mouth wrapped around the head of his soft cock, I sucked gently. I enjoyed feeling his cock growing larger. I took as much of his growing cock into my mouth as I could at a time.
His hands grasped the back of my head and he began to thrust in and out of my mouth. He was quite, but the way his body reacted I knew he was enjoying the work my mouth was putting in. I reached up and rubbed his balls. I knew that I liked it and I'm sure I read somewhere that most guys do. So I was rubbing his balls and having his cock thrust in and out of my mouth. I was in heaven. My cock was hard, but I didn't dare try to touch it lest I lose my balance and fall over. But I kept sucking jus the same enjoying every moment of this strangers cock in my mouth.
"You ready." He panted in a whisper. I tried to answer but my mouth still had his cock in it. He got the message though and began to speed his thrusting even more. I felt his balls tighten up and prepared for a moment that I had fantasized about for years. A burst of warm jizz filled my mouth. I stopped sucking, the flavor overwhelming my taste buds. I was in love. In love with the taste of thick cum. Loved the way it filled my mouth. Loved the way it tasted. I wanted more. I wanted more of the whole experience. I stood up and looked at him.
"Did you like that?" I asked with a nervous smile. He nodded and pulled up his long underwear. "Did I do okay?" I was so buzzed with sexual energy that I practically felt like begging him to fuck me right there in the handicap stall.
"Quiet." He whispered. I nodded, feeling only a little downtrodden. He finished buckling his belt and then looked at me. "We can chat online later." He said and I nodded again. He opened the stall and walked out leaving me there alone, wishing for more cock. More time to feel it my mouth. I think at that moment I was hooked. Hooked on the incredible drug known as a man's hot penis.
I undid my jeans. My boxers were wet with pre-cum. I smiled and pulled them down too. Sitting on the toilet I began to play with my four inch cock. It was rock hard and practically begging for attention. I stroked it slowly, building up the anticipation of orgasm to the breaking point. I think I was moaning softly to myself in that bathroom, wishing beyond imagination that another guy was fucking my mouth, using me as his fat slut.
Finally I sped up my jerking. I wanted to cum so bad that it almost literally hurt. I needed sweet release. I allowed myself the pleasure of cumming. A thick string of cum filled my open hand and I immediately brought it to my mouth. I licked my hand clean, still wanting more. I wasn't satisfied with what I had gotten, and I was almost positive that it would take more cum than I could imagine feed my new found hunger.
I pulled up my pants. Leaving the restroom I tasted my own cum mixed with this strangers. I smiled, knowing that it wouldn't be long until I tasted more.
A knock came at the stall door and I unlatched it. My heart was beating a hundred times faster than it had ever beaten before. He was taller than me, skinnier than me too. His white hair was long, and it looked like he hadn't shaved in a few weeks. He had told me on the internet that he was in his forties, but I would have ventured a guess somewhere into his fifties. Regardless I was interested in what his face looked like. I was far more interested in what exactly he was keeping in his blue jeans. I tried to introduce myself but he simply lifted a finger to his lips in order to shush me.
I dropped to my knees almost gleefully and waited for him to undo the button on his jeans. I don't think I could have gotten his pants down fast enough, but once I did I was in for a pleasant sight. His cock was soft, but looked like it was about six inches long. I couldn't help myself but to dive right in. My mouth wrapped around the head of his soft cock, I sucked gently. I enjoyed feeling his cock growing larger. I took as much of his growing cock into my mouth as I could at a time.
His hands grasped the back of my head and he began to thrust in and out of my mouth. He was quite, but the way his body reacted I knew he was enjoying the work my mouth was putting in. I reached up and rubbed his balls. I knew that I liked it and I'm sure I read somewhere that most guys do. So I was rubbing his balls and having his cock thrust in and out of my mouth. I was in heaven. My cock was hard, but I didn't dare try to touch it lest I lose my balance and fall over. But I kept sucking jus the same enjoying every moment of this strangers cock in my mouth.
"You ready." He panted in a whisper. I tried to answer but my mouth still had his cock in it. He got the message though and began to speed his thrusting even more. I felt his balls tighten up and prepared for a moment that I had fantasized about for years. A burst of warm jizz filled my mouth. I stopped sucking, the flavor overwhelming my taste buds. I was in love. In love with the taste of thick cum. Loved the way it filled my mouth. Loved the way it tasted. I wanted more. I wanted more of the whole experience. I stood up and looked at him.
"Did you like that?" I asked with a nervous smile. He nodded and pulled up his long underwear. "Did I do okay?" I was so buzzed with sexual energy that I practically felt like begging him to fuck me right there in the handicap stall.
"Quiet." He whispered. I nodded, feeling only a little downtrodden. He finished buckling his belt and then looked at me. "We can chat online later." He said and I nodded again. He opened the stall and walked out leaving me there alone, wishing for more cock. More time to feel it my mouth. I think at that moment I was hooked. Hooked on the incredible drug known as a man's hot penis.
I undid my jeans. My boxers were wet with pre-cum. I smiled and pulled them down too. Sitting on the toilet I began to play with my four inch cock. It was rock hard and practically begging for attention. I stroked it slowly, building up the anticipation of orgasm to the breaking point. I think I was moaning softly to myself in that bathroom, wishing beyond imagination that another guy was fucking my mouth, using me as his fat slut.
Finally I sped up my jerking. I wanted to cum so bad that it almost literally hurt. I needed sweet release. I allowed myself the pleasure of cumming. A thick string of cum filled my open hand and I immediately brought it to my mouth. I licked my hand clean, still wanting more. I wasn't satisfied with what I had gotten, and I was almost positive that it would take more cum than I could imagine feed my new found hunger.
I pulled up my pants. Leaving the restroom I tasted my own cum mixed with this strangers. I smiled, knowing that it wouldn't be long until I tasted more.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
So here we are at the beginning...
So we have made the decision to start a blog dealing with sex. That for me is a huge decision. I hope to use this blog to post stories, fantasies, and whatever else may be interesting for the world at large to see. If you have come here via my links on flickr or from Xtube thanks for coming... IF you haven't (or even if you have and just want to know me better) let me give you a little bit of a run down of who I am...
I am a twenty something college student who finds the internet a fun and safe place to explore my sexuality. I am bisexual online but to the common every day world I am purely straight (this has everything to do with the culture that I find myself living.). Anyway, I am what you might call overweight and it's something that I'm in the process of changing (as of this writing I am down 54 pounds and still going), I love panties, love women, and love cock.
I feel like this is jumping around just a little bit so I'll try to wrap this all up. I hope that this blog can provide a forum for me to share with you my fetishes, my fantasies, and my real life sexual experiences... So if that sounds like something that you want to be a part of, take a ticket and climb on board...
I am a twenty something college student who finds the internet a fun and safe place to explore my sexuality. I am bisexual online but to the common every day world I am purely straight (this has everything to do with the culture that I find myself living.). Anyway, I am what you might call overweight and it's something that I'm in the process of changing (as of this writing I am down 54 pounds and still going), I love panties, love women, and love cock.
I feel like this is jumping around just a little bit so I'll try to wrap this all up. I hope that this blog can provide a forum for me to share with you my fetishes, my fantasies, and my real life sexual experiences... So if that sounds like something that you want to be a part of, take a ticket and climb on board...
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