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When Tumblr accounts are deactivated all their posts are taken with them. There are lots of stories across accounts, some from deactivated accounts that were reblogged, as those do survive until the reblogging account is also deactivated. As that happens quite frequently, and probably will more so with the new policy, for posterity I will post their entirety here (credit given as possible) and I encourage others to do the same unless otherwise noted - they may otherwise be lost completely.

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Love in an Elevator

It was Christmas Eve, a Friday. I had just got paid and hadn’t even started my Christmas shopping. I’m bad about that. I have a large family, dozens of nieces and nephews, and lots of friends to buy gifts for. Unfortunately, I had about two hours to shop before all the stores closed for the holiday.

I waited in line at the bank to cash my paycheck so that I could go shopping. After about 30 minutes, I finally stepped up to the teller, who had some bad news.

“It appears that your account is overdrawn by 2,342 dollars,” the teller said.

“What the fuck!” I exclaimed. “How can that be?”

“It looks like there were some charges made in Las Vegas, some airline tickets, hotel reservations…”

“I never went to Las Vegas,” I said. “I can’t afford to rub two sticks together let alone travel! Someone has obviously stolen my identity.”

“That’s very common these days,” the teller said. “You’ll need to go to our fraud department upstairs on the 10th floor.”

“Great!” I said. “And when does that office close?”

The teller looked at the clock.

“In about five minutes,” she said. “And it’s Friday before a holiday, so I’d hurry up and get upstairs if I were you.”

“Thanks,” I said, as I quickly turned to leave.

I saw that the elevator was about to close so I ran as quickly as I could. A young, attractive-looking woman was kind enough to hold the door for me.

“What floor are you going to?” she asked.

“10th floor,” I said.

She then pressed the button for the 10th floor and the elevator door closed.

“Identity theft,” I said. “Can you believe that?”

The woman smiled.

“Someone took all my money and ran off to Vegas!”

She smiled again.

“Sorry. I forgot you’re not supposed to have conversations in elevators. I’ll just keep my mouth shut.”

Suddenly, I heard an electrical snap and the elevator stopped moving.

“Did you hear that?” I asked.

“Oh shit!” the woman said. “We’re stuck!”

“Don’t panic,” I said. “That’s what these phones are for.”

I opened the emergency phone box and pulled out the phone. But it was dead. I tried pressing the bell button, but the electrical short had apparently taken out the entire panel. I pulled out my cell phone and tried to dial 911, but there was no signal.

“So what are we gonna do?” The woman asked.

“I guess we just wait,” I said. “There must be an alarm tripped somewhere. Somebody has to know we’re stuck in here.”

Minutes later, there was still no response. I looked at the time on my cell phone and noticed that it was now after closing. Now it was time to panic.

The two of us beat on the door and screamed for help. But no help came.

We had now been trapped in the elevator for over an hour. I looked up and noticed that the fan was still blowing.

“At least we know we won’t suffocate,” I said. “But it’s Friday, it’s Christmas Eve, and I don’t think anyone’s going to be in this building until Monday morning. This sucks.”

Once again, we banged on the door. Once again, nothing.

“I’m Emily,” she said.

“I’m Josh,” I said.

“This is a shitty way to meet, isn’t it?” Emily said.

“Tell me about it.”

Resigned to what appeared to be a weekend trapped in an elevator, I sat down and opened my back pack. I carried it around with me the way a woman carries her purse. I reached in and grabbed a bag of chips and a bottle of water.

“Want some chips?” I asked Emily.

“How’s that for Christmas dinner?” she laughed.

“So what do you do?” she asked.

“I’m a tech geek. I fix computers,” I said. “And when I’m not doing that, I’m hanging out at the bars with the drama queens.”

“So you’re…”

“Yes.”

“I never would have guessed that,” she said. “I picture gay guys as skinny, sharply dressed…you know, little prissy guys. You’re so…”

“Go ahead and say it…big and husky,” I said, throwing the empty potato chip bag at her.

“That’s not what I meant,” she said.

“Sure it is,” I said. “It’s what everybody means. I can’t seem to have a relationship with a guy because most guys look at me and want me to be their top, but I’m a total bottom.”

“I’m sorry,” Emily said. “I’m not sure what that means.”

“It’s probably better off that way.”

“I have a friend who’s gay,” she said. “I’ve known him since high school. I had the biggest crush on him. I even tried to turn him straight. But it didn’t work.”

“Gay guys just don’t go straight,” I said. “Lesbians, on the other hand, can’t seem to figure out whether they’re gay, straight, bi, or whatever. Personally, no offense, but I just couldn’t go there with a girl.”

“That’s too bad,” she said, smiling.

I cracked a nervous smile but quickly wanted to change the subject. She could tell.

“So being a computer guy, I bet you like to play games.”

“Yeah, World of Warcraft, Everquest…”

“I love World of Warcraft!” Emily said.

“Do you?” I said. “If we ever get out of here alive, we just might have to hang out.”

“I’d like that.”

“But I’m not going straight for you,” I laughed.

She laughed, but suddenly that laughter turned to panic.

“Oh my God!” she said.

“What’s wrong?”

“What are we supposed to do if nature calls?” she asked.

“Oh fuck!” I said, not knowing at all what to do. “You don’t have to go now, do you?”

“Yes, I do!”

I took off my shirt and handed it to her.

“What’s this for?”

“Put it in the corner and do your business on it. Then bundle it up so it doesn’t smell.”

“You mean I’ve got to pee on your shirt with you right here next to me?”

“It’s not like I can go anywhere,” I said. “I’ll turn my head.”

“I don’t know if I can…”

“Just do it,” I told her.

I turned away so that she could have whatever measure of privacy was possible in a 4x8 elevator.

“You done?” I asked.

She took off her shirt and bundled it with my shirt. I turned around and was shocked to see her wearing only her bra above her waist.

“What?” she said. “It’s not like I have to worry about you trying to make a move on me.”

She took the bundle of shirts and placed them into the emergency phone box.

“And what if I have to go?” I asked.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

It was now Midnight. Christmas morning, technically. And here I was with Emily, stuck in an elevator for several hours now. We had talked most of the evening about trivial things, like computer games and books we like to read. Both of us are sci-fi fans. Then the conversation turned to more serious and personal matters.

She told me had at one time been with an abusive boyfriend. Because of that, she doesn’t trust too many straight men. She revealed that most of her guy friends are gay because they don’t expect anything from her. But she admitted that she’s also attracted to men who she can’t have because they’re gay.

I told her about my crazy life too. I came out in my teens. Dad wasn’t thrilled and wished I wasn’t gay and still hoped that this was just a phase. But at the same time he loved me for who I was and the few boyfriends that I’ve had have been welcome at all family functions. I also told her that I didn’t date too many men because they tended to be attracted to my solid, masculine “top-like” appearance, but once they figured out that I was a bottom who liked to be submissive in the relationship, they usually bail. So I had instead found a small group of friends who served as my gay family. And I was happy with my life.

Emily kept staring at my bare chest. It was driving me nuts. I felt naked in a way. I caught a few quick glances of her nipples beneath the bra, but there was really no interest.

“So were you ever athletic?” she asked. “You look like you used to have a lot of muscle.”

“I used to play football in high school,” I said. “but that was mostly so I could be part of the locker room scene. But I guess I kind of let myself go over the years.”

We were in the middle of a conversation and nature called…again. This time, with me.

“Would you mind turning your head?” I asked.

“Oh no,” she said. “Not that time again.”

“Afraid so,” I said, as I took off my jeans and placed them in the corner so that I could relieve myself. When I was finished, I bundled them up and stuffed them into the call box, next to our previously soiled clothes. Now I was wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. This was really embarrassing.

“Tell you one thing,” I said. “Monday morning when they open that door and see us sitting here in our underwear, we’re going to have a lot of explaining to do.”

And there we sat, two strangers half-naked in an elevator…and it was Christmas morning.

We continued to converse, by now mostly going back over things we had already covered. Our life stories had been told, so now we were just filling out the finer details.

“So I’m going to put you on the spot,” Emily said. “What was your first time?”

“Uh oh, “I said. “Not the old truth or dare routine.”

“Come on,” she said. “Answer the question.”

“Okay, here goes…”

“High school. It was a senior leadership retreat. It was held at this very fancy hotel and I met this guy, Jim. We became fast friends and hung out most of the day. We went to seminars together, ate lunch together, and then we went to hang out in a supply closet. We started talking about being gay in high school, how I helped form my school’s gay-straight alliance, and all that stuff. Then we started talking about guys and the conversation got into what we would like to do with them.

“Finally, he pulled out his dick and asked if I wanted to suck it.”

“Did you?” Emily asked.

“Oh yeah. It was great. He erupted like Vesuvius.”

“When I was 16, there was this older dude Jason, who I used to hang out with. He was totally straight. But one day we were out walking in the desert and he whipped it out and asked me to suck it. I didn’t.

“Then a couple days later, we were in his room. He whipped it out again. He started jerking off in my face and asked if I wanted to try it. Still my answer was no.

“Then, the night before I moved here, Jason and I were laying out in his front yard, just talking. He started playing with his dick again and asked if I wanted to touch it. He told me I might not ever get another chance. But I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. And it’s not that I didn’t find him attractive. It’s just that I wasn’t ready for that.”

Then I felt a hand reach into the hole in my boxers. I didn’t try to stop her.

“You might not ever get another chance,” Emily said.

She reached into my boxers and pulled out my dick, which was quickly getting hard. I didn’t say anything. I just let her play with it.

“So tell me more,” She said, as her fingers gently caressed my shaft.

“There’s not much more to tell,” I replied. “I haven’t been with a whole lot of guys. Like I said, most of the time, we’re good on paper and all that, but in the bedroom it just doesn’t work out most of the time.”

“Have you ever been with a girl?” She asked.

“No,” I said. “Never tried. Never really wanted to.”

Pre-cum began to seep from the end of my dick. I felt a fingernail gently wipe it off. The sensation made me shiver.

“You’re okay with this?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said. “It feels good.”

What was strange about this whole situation is that I allowed her to do something I rarely ever allow a guy to do. Usually, when a guy starts playing with my dick, I usually turn over and try to get him to play with my ass. But I was really enjoying this.

Instead of turning over for some ass attention as I would usually do, I pulled down my boxers and took hold of the back of her head and guided it down to my dick. She eagerly took my cock into her mouth. Her tongue gently and sensuously moved around my shaft, stimulating me in all the right places. I had never had this much enjoyment with a guy. I never realized my dick could feel so good.

After several minutes of the most heavenly blow job I had ever received (and the only one that I thoroughly enjoyed), she finally finished. We both faced each other.

“That was great,” I said.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I promise not to tell anyone.”

“Well,” I said, “here we are. It’s Christmas morning. We’re stuck here in this elevator. I’m sitting here butt-naked and you’re wearing nothing but panties and a bra.”

“Let’s go all the way,” she said.

“What?” I asked, “you mean as in…”

“If you want to,” she said.

I had nothing to lose. So I went for it.

I took off her bra and her panties and the two of us laid down on the elevator floor, missionary style. On top of her, I kissed her. The feeling was amazing. Her soft breasts pushed up against my firm chest as we lay there, kissing and caressing.

Then I took hold of my dick and stuck it into her pussy. I began to thrust my manhood deep into her as we continued to kiss. Every part of my body felt like it was on fire.

As I pounded her cunt, it tightened around my dick and it was pure ecstasy. I continued fucking her until I came. I couldn’t bring myself to pull out. I shot my sperm directly into her.

Since she had not orgasmed, I pulled out and began to eat her pussy. My tongue played with her clit until she came. Then the two of us lay there, naked. Exhausted.

“That was awesome,“ I said. "Probably the best sex of my life.”

I had figured by now, 12 long hours after the elevator stopped, it was probably time to try and get some sleep. I sat back and tried to get as comfortable as I could. She leaned over and I held her in my arms.

“Well,” I said, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas.”

The two of us finally fell asleep in the elevator.

And there we slept, naked, until finally, she stirred.

“What time is it?” she asked.

I reached into my back pack and looked at my cell phone.

“Two o'clock,” I said. “I bet everyone’s wondering what the fuck happened to me and why I’m not showing up to Christmas dinner.”

“We’ve got each other,” she said.

“How am I ever going to explain this?” I said.

Then she leaned over to kiss me.

“So when this is over,” she said. “Can I see you later and love you just a little more?”

“Emily, I…I don’t know,” I said. “You were great. Don’t get me wrong…”

Over the next few hours, we talked some more. This time, not so much about sex or first times, but about where we wanted to go in life.

“Do you ever want to have kids?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I know it may sound kind of…I don’t know…bad…but I don’t think gay people should raise kids.”

“Really?” she said. “That’s strange for you to say that.”

“I know,” I said, “and when I say that to my friends, believe me, I get an earful. But if you think about it, the only way gay guys can have kids is if they have surrogate mothers. That means kids have three or four parents instead of just two. I’m old fashioned. I think kids should have a mom and a dad. That’s how I grew up. I guess when I figured out I was gay, I also made the decision not to have kids….what about you?”

“I want kids, definitely,” she said. “But I’d like my kids’ father to be gay. I don’t want some wife-beating straight guy raising my kids.”

“Men aren’t that bad, you know.” I said.

Then she put her hands on my chest and fondled my nipples.

“I know,” she said.

We had sex three more times throughout the day. Each orgasm more spectacular than the last. And in between each time we had sex, we came to realize through our conversations how similar we were. I started having thoughts I had never allowed to cross my mind before. Such as, what if I had just met the person that I’m actually supposed to be with?

For one thing, I never liked topping guys. When a guy bends over in front of me, that’s usually the end of it. I have always been a bottom to the core. But Emily had somehow managed to tap into something magical. I wanted to top her. I enjoyed pounding her pussy. And I couldn’t get enough of it.

Emily sucked on my dick as our 26th hour in this elevator had passed. I had an urge that I had never felt until this moment.

“Do you like it in the ass?” I asked.

“Never tried it,” she said.

“Bend over,” I said.

Emily bent down on all fours. I spit in my hand and smeared my spit all over her hole.

“Is this going to hurt?” she asked.

“Yes,” I said. “But only for a minute. I’ll go slowly, but just swallow the pain until it goes away.”

I continued to lube her ass with my spit until I was satisfied that it was ready for my finger. I put one finger into her ass and she let out a gasp. She had apparently never had anything up there before. I put a second finger and then a third to prepare her for my cock.

Then I gently and slowly pushed my dick into her ass. She grit her teeth and wanted to scream. Sensing this, I went even slower. Then I felt her muscles relax. This is when I knew it was okay to start pounding away.

I then furiously thrust in and out of her extremely tight ass. Topping has never felt so good. As I fucked her ass, I played with her erect nipples. I continued to drill her for about fifteen minutes until I could hold back no more. I shot my cum deep into her ass and then continued fucking her until I went soft.

We spent one more full day trapped in the elevator. On the day after Christmas, despite our now painful hunger, we pretty much fucked the day away yet again. Then we fell asleep, completely drained and exhausted.

Suddenly, the elevator door opened and we awoke to paramedics throwing blankets on top of us. We were free. Free at last.

After the ordeal (if you want to call it that) was over, we were taken to the hospital. There, they checked us over and released us. We exchanged phone numbers. But now that I was back in the so-called real world, I wasn’t sure I wanted to re-live the elevator experience outside the elevator.

So I got back on Scruff and Growlr and did my gay thing once again. One night, I hooked up this beautiful dude. He was about 23, well-built, and had blond hair and baby blue eyes. We talked for a while before deciding to get down to business. His name was Chris.

I went over to Chris’s apartment and we did the usual: a little small-talk, a little drink, and then our clothes came off. He started playing with my dick before giving me a blow job. I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it on a purely physical level, but it was nothing like Emily’s blow job in the elevator.

Then he started playing with my hard nipples.

“I want you to fuck me Daddy,” Chris said, “Like the bitch that I am.”

I figured that if I could fuck Emily’s ass, Chris’s ass should be no problem.

“Bend over, bitch,” I ordered.

Chris bent over and hungrily awaited my cock. I was rock-hard and began to insert it into his hole. But then I went soft. Real soft. As in, dead.

“I’m sorry man,” I said, “This just isn’t working for me. How about you pound my ass?”

“No way dude,” Chris said, “I’m a bottom boy.”

I then put my clothes on and left. No phone numbers were exchanged. I had no intention to ever see him again.

A few days later, it was New Year’s Day, exactly one week after the elevator saga. Mom was out taking advantage of after-Christmas shopping and my younger brothers and sisters were hanging out with friends (we have a large family and I’m the oldest). It was just me and Dad watching the football game.

“Dad, I have something to tell you,” I said.

“Uh oh,” he said, “the last time you said that…”

“I told you I was gay,” I said, finishing that uncomfortable sentence, “Well, maybe I’m not as gay as I thought I was.”

“Son,” Dad said. “I told you it was all just a phase.”

“Maybe, maybe not,” I said. “All I know is that I met someone who I’m really compatible with and she happens to be a girl. And I think I’d like to start seeing her.”

With that, I called up Emily and we made plans for dinner– our first real date. A few days later, she came to me with the results of a pregnancy test she had taken. It was positive. And the rest, as they say, is history.
 
I've never read it but some reviews of The Rule of War, a satirical novel by Aoife Feeney, has a gay character who repeatedly has sex with a woman because he likes her and wants to know what it's like to feel straight.
 
Here's one I wrote last Summer:

Muscle Bear Confession

Matt and Ralph had just finished up their daily workout at their gay gym. Ralph had arrived a little late because he stopped to get a quick haircut after work. He liked to get his buzz cut trimmed every 3 weeks but he went a week early this time. The muscle bear couple enjoyed their status as one of the hottest duos in town as all of their hard gym work paid off.

Plus they were both very handsome men as well. Ralph at 48 was a bit bulkier than his husband. His thick goatee was reddish blond, as was the thick coat of fur on his chest, ass, balls and legs. Matt was 45 and a little taller and leaner, with black hair that was beginning to grey at his temples and in his thick mustache. His body hair was not as dense as his husband’s, but his treasure trail on his stomach was particularly spectacular. The two men had been a couple for 15 years with their 10th legal wedding anniversary approaching the next week.

After their shower at their house, Ralph put on some cologne, which seemed a bit strange to Matt because they were in for the night. Still, he found his husband sexier than ever, and Matt leaned up against Ralph and moved in for a kiss. Matt loved the way their two thick mustaches felt rubbing against each other. Matt pushed his tongue into his husband’s mouth but Ralph did not extend his own tongue to meet Matt’s, and then pulled his face away from Matt’s.

“I need a drink, babe,” Ralph said, walking towards their den. Matt followed and sat down on the sofa while Ralph made himself a double shot of whiskey and then handed a beer to Matt. Both men were just wearing tight boxers briefs. Matt’s hard-on that he got when he tried to kiss his husband was slowly subsiding.

After pouring and drinking another double shot of whiskey and then pouring another, Ralph sat on the opposite end of the sofa from his husband. “Babe, we gotta talk,” Ralph said in a rough, deep voice.

“Okay,” Matt replied a bit nervously, worried that something bad had happened at Ralph’s work or something.

“Okay, babe,” Ralph started, “You know that new assistant of mine at work, that girl, Brandy?”

“Yeah,” Matt answered, a little anxious since it apparently was about Ralph’s job.

Ralph continued, “Well, a week or so after she started working there six months ago, Brandy told me, um, well, she said that she’d been having fantasies of us together.”

“About us?!” Matt exclaimed in surprise, although he had heard of straight women who fetishize gay men, especially on Tumblr.

“No, babe,” Ralph said, “About me and her. About me fucking her.” He downed his third double shot of whiskey and rose to get another.

“What the Hell?!” Matt said in disgust. “But you didn’t have her assigned somewhere else?” Matt knew that this girl Brandy was 22 and just out of college. Ralph had always made it sound like she did a good job.

Ralph returned to the sofa with his drink, saying, “No, babe, I just brushed it off, laughed it off. I didn’t want to ruin someone’s career over something like that.”

Matt looked at his handsome husband and noticed that Ralph’s left left was trembling. “So, then what’s wrong?”

Ralph downed his whiskey and said, “Well, even though when she told me that it was a shock, like, crazy talk, right after that I… well, I started noticing her body. And, um, babe, I, um, well, I started to get hard looking at her.”

Matt’s eyes were almost bugging out in shock. He remained silent as Ralph continued.

“I, um, started noticing the bodies of other girls right around then, too. And I, uh, started getting really hard for them.”

“So,” Matt said incredulously, “you’re attracted to women?”

Ralph exhaled, “Yes. Um, very much, it turns out.”

Matt’s mind was spinning. He felt sick in his stomach as he thought of the implications of Ralph’s confession.

“So, you jack off about women?”

“Yes.”

“A lot?”

“Yes.”

“What? Daily?”

Ralph nodded, “Yes.” He shuddered a bit and added, “All the time.”

Matt’s voice rose, “What the fuck?!” His husband had just admitted that he was attracted to women and secretly masturbated about them often!

“Every day?” Matt asked angrily.

“Oh yeah,” Ralph answered a little more confidently. “Usually a couple times a day.”

“Just about her? Or…”

“No,” Ralph said with an embarrassed grin. “About lots of girls, even me with group of girls.”

“Holy Fuck!” Matt yelled astonished. Then a realization sank in. “Wait, have you ever thought about these girls while we made love?”

Ralph nodded his head and said, “Yes, I’m sorry, Matt.”

“So, you HAD to think about fucking naked girls in order to cum with me? Is that it?!” Matt asked, standing up in anger.

“I’m sorry,” Ralph said sheepishly. “This… this attraction has just taken me over and it’s all I can think about. I mean, it just feels SO good cumming about women.”

Matt sat down suddenly, dejectedly, and asked, “Have you been fucking any of these girls, Ralph?”

His husband sighed and replied, “No, Matt, but that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I can’t deny my feelings anymore and I need to explore these… heterosexual desires.”

Matt looked at him blankly.

Ralph looked at his husband and said, “I need to try having sex with a girl but I don’t want to cheat behind your back. So, I need you to let me do it. Tell me I can try it.”

Matt could not believe what his husband was asking of him. He downed his beer and cried a little. He and Ralph had fucked with other muscle bear couples and single men from time to time but neither had secretly cheated on the other. This must really mean something to Ralph for him to have come to Matt with his request.

After finishing his beer, Matt said, “Fine. Do it. Whatever.” He felt like throwing up but thought that maybe Ralph would try out heterosexual sex and realize it was just a fantasy, not something that he really enjoyed.

“Okay! Thank you!” Ralph said not even bothering to hide his excitement. “Okay, well, I already texted Brandy and she’s going to be here in a few minutes. Thanks!”

Matt exploded again, “You’re going to fuck her HERE?!”

“Yes, babe,” Ralph said in a mixture of excitement and confidence. “I figured you’d rather know everything about it. So, you can watch and everything.”

Matt felt like he was in a dream… a nightmare! He didn’t have the strength to even reply but he got up and poured a double whiskey shot for himself, downing it quickly before having another.

Now he knew why Ralph got his hair cut a week early. And why he put on cologne!

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and Ralph bounded to the door. He opened it with a huge smile on his face.

“Hey, Brandy,” he said, white teeth beaming past his thick mustache as he smiled at the girl entering the couple’s home.

“Hey, Sexy,” she answered with a lusty smile of her own. She was blonde like Matt remembered from seeing her at Ralph’s office a few times. She looked like a typical “hot” college girl with a decent figure, Matt figured. She was wearing a tank top and denim mini-skirt.

Matt looked at his husband whose eyes were filled with lust, much to Matt’s dismay. Matt could even tell that Ralph’s 8-inch uncut cock was already hard inside his tight boxer briefs. There was even a precum stain on them!

“Let’s go!” Ralph grinned and led Brandy into the gay couple’s bedroom. Matt followed in a daze. Once in the master bedroom, Matt sat down on the chaise lounge.

Without even looking at his husband, Ralph put his arms around the girl and pulled her close to him, up against his hairy muscled body. “Finally,” he exhaled as he pressed his lips to hers in his first-ever kiss with a woman.

Although Matt had enjoyed watching his husband make out with other men many times before, he was worried that he might vomit while watching Ralph passionately make out with a girl young enough to be his daughter. But as he watched Ralph’s and Brandy’s tongues wildly licking each other, Matt was stupefied that his own cock was suddenly rock-hard watching that scene! He told himself that it was just seeing his handsome husband in any kind of sexual setting that got his own cock so rigid so swiftly.

Ralph’s hands reached up to cup Brandy’s tits while he was still tongue-kissing her feverishly. Matt could hear Brandy moaning as his lover’s hands squeezed and caressed her round tits. Ralph then took off the girl’s tank top and put his rough hands back on her bare breasts. He then moved his mouth first to one nipple and then the other, back and forth, licking and sucking at them in a frenzied manner. Matt found it so odd to see his husband’s thick mustache and goatee partially covering each breast as he licked on them, but also, so oddly, so very hot.

“Oh god, I’ve already cum three times,” Brandy cried out as Ralph sucked on her pointy red nipples. Matt was astonished at how his husband was able to so fully satisfy this young woman just by kissing her and licking on her tits.

Ralph then looked the girl in the eyes and said, with his voice very hoarse with lust, “Baby, I need to taste your pussy!”

Matt’s eyes welled with tears hearing his husband say those words to her even as his 7-inch cut dick was leaking precum. He couldn’t believe what was going on. He had never even got off on straight porn before, not even just the hot men in them. But now he was raging hard at the sight of his gay husband taking off his boxer briefs in front of the girl he intended to eat out.

Ralph’s 8-inch cock looked even bigger than Matt could remember, the huge mushroom head engorged with blood, the cum slit visibly leaking precum. Brandy had stepped out of her mini-skirt and was about to take off her thong when Ralph grabbed her hand and stopped her from removing it.

“No, leave it on,” he said huskily. “I’ve fantasized about this for months!”

Matt felt sicker at that newest admission.

Brandy laid down at the edge of the bed while Ralph kneeled on the floor in-between her legs. He put his face close to her thong-covered pussy and inhaled. “Oh fuck,” he growled.

Then Ralph pulled her thong over to the side, exposing her shaved and glistening pussy. Matt could see how wet it was from where he was sitting about 5 feet away from them. He couldn’t believe how much his man was turning her on!

“Finally,” Ralph said, his eyes closed in bliss as he reached his wet tongue forward and began licking the folds of Brandy’s pussy. Matt watched a Brandy seemed to convulse in delight at his husband’s first taste of pussy. Ralph then moved his tongue up deeper into the girl’s cunt, the bristly hairs of his thick mustache scraping against her clit as he ate her out.

Matt could hear his husband moaning deeply as he ate that pussy; Ralph hardly ever made noise when they had sex! Matt could tell Ralph was truly enjoying his first heterosexual encounter.

Ralph’s hands were squeezing on Brandy’s tits as he made oral love to her with his lips, tongue and facial hair. After almost ten minutes of Ralph’s clearly expert pussy-eating skills, Brandy started shrieking in ecstasy, exclaiming, “Oh god, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” Ralph seemed to be tonguing her cunt even faster and deeper, apparently reveling in pleasing this girl so intensely.

When Ralph finally lifted his face from the girl’s pussy, Matt could see the individual hairs of his husband’s red-blond goatee soaked in pussy juice, gleaming in the light. Matt also noted the look of supreme satisfaction on Ralph’s face after making Brandy cum so explosively.

Matt’s own cock was leaking in his boxer briefs. He was also breathless at the scene in front of him.

Brandy grabbed Ralph’s massive shoulders and pulled his body on top of hers. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she purred to him. Ralph’s rigid and leaking cock was pressed up against her pussy mound, rubbing against the soft folds. Man and girl both moaned as the mushroom head of Ralph’s cock slowly pushed its way into Brandy’s pussy.

Matt was watching the heterosexual scene in front of him, in shock at how much it was affecting him, both his emotions as well as his desires. His dick was so hard it was painful in his boxer briefs. Randy was clearly oblivious to his own husband being a few feet away, so Matt tore off his boxers and started stroking his engorged cock.

His husband was fucking a woman! A girl less than half his age! And Matt was incredibly turned on by watching his husband’s heterosexual awakening!

Once Ralph’s uncut cock was all the way inside the girl’s tight wet pussy, he began to quickly pump his cock inside her, rougher, deeper, wilder. Even as Matt realized that this was real for his husband, not a whim, suddenly his own cock started shooting off, blasting cum across the room, into the air. He had just cum while watching his partner of 15 years having heterosexual intercourse for the first time in his 48 years. Matt’s whole body was tingling, coming down from his confusing but extremely satisfying orgasm.

Matt noted that Ralph, of course, did not notice Matt cumming at all. Once Brandy had entered the gay couple’s home, Ralph’s complete attention and desire was focused on her.

Ralph and Brandy were tongue-kissing passionately again as his intense fucking of her pussy became faster and more raucous. The girl began clawing at Randy’s back and then his meaty hairy ass cheeks. Matt suddenly worried that the other gay men at the gym would see the marks and know Ralph had been fucking a woman!

Matt was watching Brandy’s breasts shake and move as his husband repeatedly thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her wet cunt. Matt caught himself wondering exactly what Ralph was feeling as he fucked the young girl underneath his hairy body. Matt’s cock had stayed hard even after cumming while watching his husband’s intense enjoyment of this girl’s body. Matt could feel his nuts stirring again as he gazed at Ralph humping that girl.

Ralph began moaning ever louder into Brandy’s mouth as they passionately kissed, their tongues unable to part from the other. Matt realized that Ralph was cumming inside Brandy’s pussy while kissing her the whole time, completely focused on her mouth, her tongue, her tits, her body, as his cock began pumping his white-hot seed inside her cunt.

Matt was breathless watching his gay husband orgasming inside this young woman’s pussy. Matt admitted to himself that he’d never seen Ralph so engaged in the entire experience, so committed to pleasing his new female lover… more committed than Matt ever remembered Ralph being about Matt’s pleasure.

Still, Matt knew he was just feeling sour grapes. He and Ralph had had a wonderful fifteen years together so far, with a very healthy and mutually satisfying sex life… gay sex life.

Matt knew from their fifteen years together that Ralph’s cock is very sensitive after cumming, so he likes to pull out and let it settle down, without any cuddling in the afterglow. However, even after a few minutes of cumming within Brandy’s pussy, Ralph’s huge cock remained inside that cunt while man and woman continued their deep tongue-kissing with their arms wrapped around each other.

Ralph broke from their kiss finally, and moved his mouth to say roughly in Brandy’s ear, “Baby, that was the hottest damn fuck of my life!” which Matt overheard, but Ralph was not trying to hide anything. Matt didn’t know what to think except that it was clear that sex with this girl had clearly enraptured his husband more than any sex the two men had performed with each other over the many years.

Ralph rolled off of Brandy’s body, and the muscle bear and the young woman laid side by side on the bed, catching their breath. Brandy was rubbing her hand all over Ralph’s hairy chest, squeezing his nipples.

Ralph appeared to be licking the pussy juice out of his ‘stache when he noticed Matt sitting naked on the chaise lounge.

“So, um… yeah,” was all Ralph could say to his husband. It was clear that the actual heterosexual experience was even more thrilling and satisfying than Ralph’s many secret jackoff sessions about Brandy and all the other women over the last six months.

Matt didn’t reply. He felt like sneering in disgust at his husband’s heterosexual afterglow, but he couldn’t be angry about Ralph being honest with him.

Then Matt looked at the girl lying next to his husband. He saw that her shaved pussy lips were wet and shiny with her own cunt juices. Plus, it looked like Ralph’s hotly-fired semen was beginning to leak out. Matt’s hard cock spurted out a little precum.

The thought appeared in Matt’s head and, without even acknowledging his husband, he moved over Brandy’s body until his face was between her legs, just inches from her fucked-hard wet pussy.

“Matt?” Ralph started to say but Matt ignored his husband and pressed his own lips against Brandy’s soft pussy mound. The girl moaned softly as Matt pushed his tongue inside her cunt, grinding his thick black mustache against her clit.

Matt tasted the familiar flavor of his husband’s cum inside this girl’s pussy as well as a different tangy flavor that he knew must be her own cunt juice. At first, Matt was just thinking about what his husband’s seed must taste like intermingled with a woman’s own orgasmic fluids. But now he realized her really wanted to tongue-fuck her! Despite his own heartbroken feeling over his husband clearly enjoying this young woman’s body more than he ever had Matt’s, Matt was filled with a burning desire to make Brandy cum!

Matt moved his tongue to Brandy’s clit and began flicking it like he’d seen in straight porn movies (that he’d told himself he never paid attention to the women in). He kissed her clit and sucked on it and then plunged his tongue deep, deep into her pussy, with his rough mustache hairs again rubbing against her trembling clit.

As he made love to Brandy with is mouth, Matt began to taste more and more of her hot pussy juice, realizing that he’d been successful in bringing this girl to orgasm. He recognized a weird feeling of… pride inside at his newfound ability to please a woman!

Matt stood up, pussy juice dripping from his thick mustache. His cock was leaking again, more than ever. At that moment Matt knew that it was not his husband at the girl’s side that was causing his rock hard erection: it was the girl. It wasn’t the “situation” he was in: it was the girl. Matt realized clearly that he was sexually attracted to a woman for the very first time in his life. And it felt good!

“Don’t stop now, Daddy,” Brandy said, causing Matt to shudder in lust!

He laid down on the bed on the other side of Brandy and then pulled her on top of him, away from Ralph. Her skin felt so good against his body! The sight of her looking down at him, her long blonde hair falling down towards him, made Matt hotter than he could remember ever being.

Brandy opened her mouth and met his mouth, and Matt almost screamed at the intensity of pleasure that her tongue touching his gave him! The girl then lined up her pussy with Matt’s 7-inch cock while they were kissing, and let out a passionate moan as she slowly slid down his rigid shaft.

Matt’s hands were roaming Brandy’s body as his dick was going deeper into her pussy, and then he felt Ralph’s hand on Brandy’s soft ass cheek, gently pushing her down Matt’s cock.

Matt angrily slapped Ralph’s hand away! He hadn’t interfered or “helped” with Ralph’s first time fucking a woman, so he was momentarily furious with his husband for intruding on his own heterosexual cherry being broken.

Once his cock was fully inside Brandy’s amazingly tight and wonderful pussy, Matt began bucking and thrusting his hips upwards. Brandy sat up to ride him, and Matt felt on her soft but firm round breasts… so different from hairy gay men’s chests!

He then moved one hand down to Brandy’s clit and began rubbing it with his thumb, giving her the pleasure he’d seen men give women in the straight porn movies he could no longer pretend that he never paid attention to.

As he fucked her, Matt could feel Brandy’s fresh hot juices running down his shaft, onto his hairy balls and thighs, and he knew she was orgasming again! Unable to contain himself, Matt proudly shot off his first heterosexual cum inside this girl’s raw-but-still-tight pussy! He kept cumming and cumming, even though he’d already orgasmed a little earlier watching his husband fuck this beautiful girl. But now it seemed to just keep going on and on, much longer than any of his orgasms with Ralph or other men. Maybe that was just in his head, but that’s how Matt felt.

He raised up and pulled Brandy next to him, his cock still in her cunt. He felt her tits and hot nipples pressed up against his muscular hairy chest. Matt kissed her deeply again, enjoying this amazing and explosive heterosexual orgasm and its aftermath, knowing that it had changed the rest of his life.

After their lips parted, Matt looked into Brandy’s eyes and said, “Thank you,” and then tongue-kissed her again for several minutes, reveling in the sensations that a man/woman kiss gave him.

Then he and Brandy got up and he helped he put her clothes on. Leaving Ralph on the bed by himself, Matt walked Brandy to the front door of the couple’s home, kissed her again, and told her “goodbye.”

Matt stood by the closed door for a few minutes, stroking his cock a little, feeling the slick pussy juice on it, and his heart stirred remembering how it felt to fuck Brandy. He could even smell her on his thick mustache as well.

He finally walked back into the bedroom he shared with his husband, to see Randy stroking his own cock again, watching a girl-on-girl porn scene on the widescreen TV across from their bed. Matt chuckled to himself a little, realizing that Ralph must’ve been relieved to finally be out of the closet with his heterosexual desire now.

Ralph was so intently jacking off about the lesbian action on the TV that he didn’t even notice Matt had entered the room.

“Hey,” Matt said loudly, getting his husband’s attention away from the naked girls on the screen.

Matt sighed, and then smiled, and said, “We’re not gay.”

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Another recent one:

Turning Ex-Gay At The Office

Daniel slammed down the office phone with a sigh of disgust. Even so exasperated, he hoped no one in the lobby could hear his intense frustration through the closed door of his office.

He opened the bottom drawer of his desk and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a large glass.

He had gone home for lunch only to discover Jared, his 53-year old muscle bear husband of 13 years, fucking their 18-year old blonde female babysitter - fucking! - in his and Jared’s own bed! While their 1-year old boy twins were napping in the next room!

Daniel was almost shrieking as he ran back to his car and zoomed back to his office. He’d ignored Jared calling him on his cell phone, but once he was in his office, his secretary Lara had unknowingly put the call through.

Without an ounce of remorse, Jared coldly told his husband that he was divorcing Daniel, taking the twins, and marrying the babysitter. Jared said in a sneering voice that he’d realized that he was straight over two years ago and had been cheating with many women ever since. Daniel was red with rage and shock as Jared laughed and said that no court would give custody to a faggot like him.

After loudly slamming the phone down, Daniel was reeling and feeling sick. Jared was “straight”? Their whole life had been a lie? How Daniel had loved feeling his husband's 9-inch cut cock thrusting hard up his hairy asshole! But he just realized that it had been several months since they'd made love, which Jared had blamed on "job stress." His husband had also stopped tongue-kissing him for even longer than that, just giving dry, passionless pecks on Daniel's lips quickly.

Just then, his secretary Lara entered the office, looking very worried and wondering, “What’s wrong, Daniel?” She was 22 and had only been there a few months and should have known to just leave him alone. But she didn’t.

Daniel put his head in his hands and just started sobbing, getting bits of the tragic story out in little chunks. Here he was, 46, with a failed gay marriage and a custody battle with his now-heterosexual husband.

Lara walked around Daniel’s desk and got behind him and put her hands on his shoulders and neck, rubbing them, trying to help release the tension.

At first, Daniel just wished she’d go away, but then he realized how much better her massaging made him feel. He actually moaned a little, saying, “Thank you, Lara.”

Feeling the tension begin to fade, Daniel rolled his head back and opened his eyes, to see Lara looking down at him. Her blue eyes were so full of compassion and… lust?

Being completely and happily gay, Daniel had never even thought of himself as a possible object of desire for women. But now here was this girl clearly enamored with him. Daniel suddenly felt his cock twinge in his slacks!

He felt his breath quickening as he realized he was getting hard for this girl, his 22-year old secretary. While still seated, he turned around to look at her, and suddenly noticed her big round tits inside her cream-colored blouse. His cock twitched furiously as Daniel noticed that he was getting even harder as he looked at her breasts and realized that he was experiencing intense sexual desire for a woman for the first time in his life!

It took all of his effort not to rip open her blouse and take her nipples in his mouth ravenously, but he stood up, his now raging hard-on pushing out against his slacks and very visible to the girl.

Daniel noticed how absolutely beautiful Lara was and how he recognized how deeply he was now sexually attracted to her. It felt like something always there that had been hidden. Maybe that was a secretly suppressed reason why he hired her even though she had no experience.

He reached out and took Lara’s wrist and led her hand to his painfully-straining hard-on. They were both breathing hard as Lara’s hand stroked his erect cock through his pants. Daniel then put his hand behind Lara’s neck and pulled her face to his.

Their lips touched as Daniel felt his face burning with blood rushing to it, making him feel he was going to pass out. But then his tongue touched Lara’s and he felt his heart stirring in his chest in a way it never had before! It was like this was the first real kiss of his entire life! The man and this girl half his age began passionately tongue-kissing with a dizzying intensity that Daniel hadn't felt in years when kissing men.

After their hungry, wet lips parted, Lara then undid his belt buckle and pants, with Daniel taking off his briefs, freeing his pulsating 7-inch uncut cock. He quickly took off his dress shirt and tie and threw his clothes aside. He put his hands on Lara’s breasts for the first time but, being a gay man, he had no idea how to undo her bra. Lara then quickly unclasped it from the front, exposing her 32C size tits to Daniel’s astonished face. As he greedily sucked one red hot nipple, then the other, he thought to himself that this little stealth whore wore easy-access bras!

Lara then stepped out of her skirt and they were finally completely naked before each other as man and woman… “As it’s meant to be,” Daniel heard his mind saying as he took her in his hairy arms. This fervent thought terrified him almost as much as it made him even more proud and confident with this girl, more assured that what he now felt was right and natural for the first time in his cum-filled gay life.

The man and girl tongue-kissed for a few more minutes, rubbing their bodies against each other. Daniel then got on his knees in front of Lara’s shaved pussy which was already clearly sopping wet from multiple orgasms she'd had just from making out with her much older boss.

Daniel slowly reached out until his tongue touched her pussy lips, causing Lara to moan and quiver excitedly. The gay man then pushed his virgin tongue into her cunt until his mustache bristled against Lara’s clit, producing more orgasmic convulsions from her. Daniel couldn’t believe how much he was pleasing this girl!

With his beard and mustache raking her pussy lips and clit, Daniel began tongue-fucking her wildly, feeling so incredibly turned on by this girl and her body which seemed to be made just for him to enjoy. Lara’s orgasmic juices flowed as he lapped ravenously at her pussy, coating his gay beard with a glistening sheen of pussy juice. He felt like such a fucking man!

Daniel’s cock couldn’t take much more of this hot foreplay, so he stood up and began rubbing the mushroom head of his precum-leaking cock on Lara’s slick pussy lips. He was astonished how sexy he felt with his dick about to betray his homosexuality. Finally, Daniel’s cock entered that delicious wet and hot cunt, and both lovers moaned very loudly in ecstasy as Daniel lost his Gay Gold Star. “This is what a cock is for!” the gay bottom thought to himself as he slammed his yearning shaft all the way into her incredible pussy which was making him delirious with pleasure and ever-increasing lust.

As he fucked her with 46 years of repressed heterosexual urges bursting forth in him, Daniel wrapped his arms around Lara’s supple body and pulled her to him, feeling his hairy body slick with sweat against hers. The two new lovers began tongue-kissing again, an action which turned Daniel on so much that, combined with the intense pleasure of being inside her tight, wet, amazing cunt, his now ex-gay cock began spraying out stream after hot stream of white seed inside her delicious pussy walls.

This man and his girl kept kissing and holding each other as Daniel’s cock pumped more man-juice inside her cunt than he’d ever shot off before in his 46 years of life as a supposedly gay man. Daniel wondered if this is actually how an orgasm is supposed to feel like. This was a total body and mind experience, so much more intense and real to him now than all of those thousands of shallow and empty cums he’d shot out in so many meaningless encounters with other men, including his own now-straight husband.

As he pulled his still erect cock out of Lara’s flooded pussy, Daniel realized that he couldn’t blame Jared for being true to his nature: a man. Not some unfulfilled faggot trying to imitate the world's view of a successful life by getting married and having kids, but by accepting his natural and true self as a heterosexual man.

Lara’s got on her knees and started cleaning her boss’s cock with her lips and warm, wet mouth, making Daniel’s nuts churn with more intense lust dying to spurt forth. Moaning as he watched this girl suck his cock better than any man ever had, Daniel knew that he and Jared could now come up with a fair custody agreement, heterosexual man to heterosexual man.


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loved the stories, i hope there are more to come! missed them! i used to love the first ones, tony and jeff and straight for pay are my favorite ones, and i use to go to reread them to this day when i'm feeling so horny for pussy!
 
Muscle Bear Confession is one of the hottest short stories I've ever read.
It's a shame so many good stories have disappeared since Tumblr committed suicide. Now I've no idea where to find them.
 
MikeT008 said:
Muscle Bear Confession is one of the hottest short stories I've ever read.
It's a shame so many good stories have disappeared since Tumblr committed suicide. Now I've no idea where to find them.
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I agree. I'd kill for a sequel. :)

Another survivor from tumblr:

Blackout

Written By Dan from Italy

“Remember: sexuality is not meant to be stale. Sexuality is fluid.”

Miss Grunee was enthusiastic to speak in her favorite park, to her small audience: “You’re not heterosexual. You’re not LGBT. You are who you are!” The lady ended her monologue with a standing ovation. Next to the group, PJ was doing his reps of traction at the bar. “Yeah, right” the man thought ironically. PJ has been proudly gay since he discovered sex. He grew up as a small cub in a small town where he was the only jock in high school who didn’t shave his built body or his face. PJ never cared of looking good for girls because what he wanted wasn’t those “creatures”: he was a man who just wanted men. Simple as that. After high school, he decided to finally move, to leave for the big city life. PJ got his job in a team of electricians, working hard and putting his best efforts for 25 years, until now. The gay bear evolved to a mature, bald, yet sexy, solid, huge 54 year old muscle bear. His gray tank top was dripped in his manly sweat, as were his jogging pants. PJ thought for a second while taking off his top, but the last thing he wanted was a bunch of horny bi women and confused/curious men looking at him, so he got in his car and went back home. “Sexuality is fluid… Nice bullshit”

The next day, PJ was in the office, typing at the computer. His fellow Darren entered with a huge smile and tears in his eyes. PJ stood up and without saying a word, immediately hugged him. “Lucy said yes! Lucy said yes!” “Congratulations buddy, I’m very happy for you”. And he really was. Darren always looked at PJ as a father, since his real dad abandoned him and his mum. PJ felt honored to be a father figure to his young fellow. And now, his “son” will get married. “I can’t believe this is happening to me, PJ!” “Believe it, Darren: she’s a good woman, you’re a good man. You deserve everything, my friend.” Later in the day, everyone knew of the wedding. So, their boss set a crazy weekend to celebrate for the next week: “It’s gonna be huge, there’s a resort not far from here. I’ll pay for everyone: us and our wives” Suddenly, everyone looked at PJ. The bear felt a little uncomfortable: “What?” “PJ”, said Thomas, “You never introduced us to your wife” “My… My what?”

Everyone laughed. Then Darren tried to speak for him: “I guess our big PJ has always lived as a hunter: he doesn’t look for love, he looks for chicks, for passion. Am I right?” PJ blushed: he never felt the need to come out to his colleagues, as he never felt the need to cover up: he was just a gay man living his life, period. PJ smirked “Correct, buddy. You’re all married or engaged, so I didn’t want to embarrass you with my wild-free life as single!” “Well, whoever you’re dating, is invited next week!” They laughed again and luckily for PJ, they never came back to the subject. 6 p.m., just 30 minutes before he could get back home and find a solution: where could he find a woman who would act as his new girlfriend? An actress? Too expensive. An escort? Sick and expensive. “Shit”. That’s what his mind could think of at the moment.

“PJ, you got a new request at 15 Brisco Avenue” “What’s the issue?” “Blackout” “Oh, not again!” PJ took his tools and left in a hurry, then went to his car with a big smile in his face: he knew that address because that’s where Matt, a nice lean otter lives. And “blackout” is a code he uses to tell PJ when he wants to get fucked. The big bear parked near the house, ran to the door, knocked on it, dangerously horny, holding his boner with his right hand. He couldn’t wait to put his hands on his beefy body, lick him up, spitting on his asshole before rimming him up and…

“Are you the electrician?” PJ couldn’t believe his eyes: a young, beautiful brunette girl stood at the door, looking a little suspiciously at him. She was wearing a tight pink shirt, white leggings and Converse shoes. “So?”

PJ began to break the embarrassing silence: “Yeah, I’m the electrician. There was a request at this address, correct?”

“Correct” The girl let him in and PJ asked “Excuse me, maybe it’s not my business, but I came here several times and I always spoke to a man. Where is he now?” The girl had a disgusted expression on her face “You mean Matt? That asshole was my boyfriend”

“B-boyfriend?”

PJ blushed for the second time that day. “Yeah, my boyfriend. It would be none of your business, but I just discovered he fucking cheated on me. He was too tired to have sex with me but he wasn’t tired to take men up his butt.” PJ’s face was tremendously red, he felt guilty and ashamed. He always thought Matt was gay and single, like him.

“That liar…”

The girl looked at him: he was supposed to only think that but he said it out loud by accident. “Oh, I get it…you used to fuck him, too. Well” she opened the door “This is too embarrassing for the both of us. Please, leave”

PJ got calm and reasonable: “Please, wait. First of all, I always thought he was a single gay man, as I am. Second, I’m a professional electrician and I’m here for a requested service.” He gave her his hand “I’m PJ. Let me do my job”. She thought a little about it, then she smiled and shook his hand “I’m Phoebe”. She explained the issue to him and he solved it quickly. “Luckily, that wasn’t serious damage to the electrical system: it just switched off.” “Thank you PJ! Really! How much is it?” “Don’t worry, it’s free!” Then the muscle bear called the office to let them know the job was done. That way, he could leave and go back home. After he closed the call, she went to the kitchen and came back with two beers: “Would you stay? My beers are still cold!”

They talked a lot about everything, their lives, their stories: “So, you’re in your fifties and you never loved anyone?” PJ smiled at Phoebe’s question and he asked back “So, you’re 24 and you really meant “I love you” when you said it?“ "Believe it or not, I really had deep feelings” “ It’s easy to confuse love with sex” “And that’s why you always had sex with men but never loved any of ‘em?” “Exactly” Phoebe took her beer, drank a long sip and then looked at his beautiful blue eyes: “What if you were making love, but you were just too afraid to admit that to yourself?” He smiled as a negative answer. But Phoebe had one more question for him.

“And are you 100% sure you wouldn’t love having sex with a woman?”

PJ’s expression was frozen by her question. Phoebe then broke the silence: “Well, it was just pointless talking. Didn’t mean to get huffy” PJ laughed “Don’t worry, it’s OK. But damn, it’s late. I was supposed to call my friend Darren”

“Is he cute?” “He’s engaged… Hey, do you have any plans next weekend?”

“I guess I’ll have now”

“I need a fake girlfriend for this celebration in a resort. They don’t know I’m gay and I already said I’ll bring a woman” “Well…” Phoebe caressed her long hair “I can consider it… Kiss me” PJ laughed

“I’m serious. Kiss me”

“C'mon Phoebe”

She looked genuinely surprised “How can I pretend we’re dating if I don’t know how you kiss? What if they ask us to kiss?”

“Phoebe.” He pointed to himself “Guess who’s gay? Me!” She sobbed “Ok. I’ll kiss you, then.” “Wait, wh…?” Too late, her lips collided with his. It was his first time kissing a pair of lips with no beard. They were soft, sweet. A thought came in PJ’s mind: “So, this is why straight men love kissing girls”. Phoebe got off his gay mouth and blinked at him. “Good night, see you next Friday! In case your friends ask you, my forbidden dream is CFNM sex. Bye!” That night, PJ went home very confused: why that question on his being gay? Why did she kiss him? That kiss… And what the fuck is this CFNM she was talking about?

He turned his PC on and typed CFNM sex in the search toolbar: “Insane!” PJ yelled. There were a lot of naked men humiliated by women, or femdom stuff, or videos of strippers in orgies “I can’t believe that’s what she wants to do with a man. She’s young, and pretty, and… What am I thinking? PJ, you’re a GAY BEAR, dammit!”. He was about to turn off the computer, when his eyes caught a thumbnail: there was a naked man penetrating in missionary position a woman wearing a long sleeved shirt. “Finally some normal sex” He clicked it and opened the video: it was one of the famous videos about the so-called “straight” men having sex for the gay audience. The male performer was ripped, but not big. Both his face and body were shaved. “How can this twink be considered a straight fucker?” Quickly bored, he decided to watch another one. And another one. And another one. And another one. Twinks. All fucking twinks. For PJ, it was like watching two lesbians. A woman deserves a real man who looks like a man, smells like a man, tastes like a man. A woman deserves a bear. A bear…like him?

During his research, he suddenly found a video that would forever change his night. And his life.

“What? Arpad Miklos had sex with a woman? No. Way.” But he had to believe what he was seeing with his eyes. At first he thought it was the effect of Viagra. Then he noticed the gay bear’s face, who was really enjoying the action. Then he noticed that he, himself was enjoying the action too. In the moment when that gay cock started to plow that pussy, PJ’s cock got incredibly hard. “What’s going on with my body?” As the big gay bear on screen was ramming hard his blonde partner, the other big gay bear stroked his thick cock until he came on his furry abs. He looked at his cumshot, then he promised he wouldn’t do something like that ever again.

The weekend came. And PJ was equally scared and excited. That morning he washed his face, oiled his daddy beard and said loud to the mirror “You’re a gay bear. Got it?”

Phoebe was on the street when her “date” arrived: she was dressed like a pin-up, her clothes could be confused with lingerie. PJ was breathless when he saw her. “Hello stranger!” said the young girl kissing his blushed cheek. Everything was ready, so they went to the resort. It was a beautiful place, looked like being in Malibu. The first day went off quick and easy: PJ forced his fellas to follow his routine at the resort’s gym and avoided any explicit questions while Phoebe spent the afternoon inventing the sexual abilities of PJ with the ladies. PJ went to the room, completely sweaty. All he needed was a shower and to get ready for dinner. But all he saw at the moment was the naked skin of Phoebe. “God, I’m glad you’re here. Help me with the zipper” Without saying a word, he slowly zipped-up Phoebe’s dress. The sensation of his hands on her soft skin was incredible, he enjoyed that. And she noticed it by his boner, as she turned on PJ, smiling “Happy to see me?” “Don’t go too fast, sweetie. I’ve pumped up at the gym and I’m full of testosterone. And speaking of gym, it’s full of beef. You’d better check them out!” Phoebe smiled “Yeah, I will. Enjoy your shower!” and kissed his lips quickly, again. Once again. PJ stared at the door, speechless. “For God’s sake, I want Monday!”

The lounge of the resort was splendid: a cover band was playing the most recent ballads and special lights all over the place colored everything blue. Blue like PJ’s sad eyes: he was alone, at the open bar, drinking his 8th shot of tequila, while his fellow coworkers were dancing with their wives. And Phoebe was flirting with some jocks; he looked at them and felt despised: “Tsk. Twinks”. Then he looked back at the dancing couples: they were so happy, so involved. So in love. That was something he never felt. He had a gazillion partners, but never had lovers. He fucked. A lot. Like a dirty nasty pig. But he never made love. He wished he could feel like his friends, he wished he could find the right person. So many issues on his confused mind. Another shot. And another one. Shit, that was strong. His head started to spin. He went to Phoebe to let her know he wanted to go to sleep. But she looked at him like she was in distress. One of those “twinks” was harassing her and she clearly felt uncomfortable. “Hey babe” PJ’s huge arm wrapped around the beautiful girl “Anything wrong?” the annoying boy left immediately. “Thank you!” “You’re welcome. I’m not feeling that good” Phoebe looked for something in her purse, then gave him a pill. “You’ll feel better” Was that a blue pill? He was drunk which made him think it looked like Viagra. “Look, I don’t think chemicals will help” She gave him the sweetest of her smiles “Sometimes chemicals react” The band played a new song: Ed Sheeran’s Thinking Out Loud. PJ took his pill “Fancy a dance with your date?” The two went out to the floor and started to dance. Everything was new to him. He never slow-danced with a man and certainly never slow-danced with a woman. But that’s what he was doing in the very moment. So this is how a woman smells: so different from the manly smells he was used to. And he loved her sweet perfume. Phoebe’s head was on PJ’s chest now and he became afraid she could hear his heart beating faster, under those massive pectorals. And that made him even more nervous. “What are you thinking, big man?” PJ looked at Phoebe. God, her eyes. God, her beautiful face. And her soft lips. He took a quick look at the roof, tremendously embarrassed: it was full of little lights. Like stars. Just like the song that was playing. “Stop thinking, PJ. Let it go…” He then looked back at his beautiful partner “Been thinking about this”. As the chorus kept going, PJ took Phoebe into his “lovely arms” and kissed her “under the lights of a thousand stars”. Mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue; his very first straight kiss. A woman can taste really good, even for his gay lips. “Girl, you made me come back to my sophomore year” They kissed again, until his cock got really, really hard. “Sorry for the boner” Phoebe had a naughty smile on her pretty face “Don’t be sorry, PJ. I’ve been waiting for this to happen since the first time I kissed you!” She took his hand and the two left the lounge heading to the room, as his colleagues watched with real admiration. PJ and Phoebe rushed and once the door was locked, the girl quickly unbuttoned PJ’s shirt: that big muscle bear was shirtless. And speechless. A thought ran in his mind: “This is the strangest Viagra effect ever. I should feel like a stallion but I just want to hit the bed and fucking sleep” Phoebe’s voice took him back to reality “Take off your pants and lay on the bed”

PJ smirked as he showed his cock.

“Wow… You’re fucking hot. Let’s see how this gay muscle bear can work for me”

“Be careful what you wish for, little girl…” He went to kiss her but she pushed him on the bed. Phoebe stood in front of him (and his hard cock, too), ready to undress: she took the extremities of her dress and lifted it very slow, like a stripper. And for the first time ever, PJ had a naked woman right in front of him: round, small, perfect tits were the first thing his gay eyes stared at; then her flat belly and last but not least, those lips surrounding her shaved pussy. How would it smell? How would it taste? “Always wondered how a gay cock could please me”

“Why don’t you find out by yourself?” Phoebe grabbed PJ’s hard cock with her right hand, then moisturized her lips and put ‘em on top of it, while her mouth slowly surrounded that thick piece of meat. The more she slid PJ’s cock up and down in her mouth, the more hard and horny he got. PJ closed his eyes, licking his lips. He was really enjoying this straight shit. Phoebe’s mouth got braver and pushed her throat down on his cock. “Ooooooooh. Fuck!” That wasn’t a hungry mouth like a man’s mouth. But she really knew how to make her gentle mouth a powerful weapon of pleasure. Phoebe stopped sucking his dick and stroked it faster. “Why did you stop, babe? You were doing good” “I know but you’d better work your mouth too” Then she got on the bed, her face on his cock and her holes in front of his mouth. PJ didn’t miss the chance, his hands immediately reached her thighs and started to kiss her ass: damn, that was the sweetest skin he ever tasted! And that pussy, right there, was so inviting… “What am I supposed to do with this?” It’s not easy to get focused when your big gay cock is getting sucked by a girl, so he decided to give her pleasure by doing what he’s the best at: rimming her hard. The more she gagged on his thick cock, the deeper he stuck his tongue in that hungry hole. Phoebe’s moans during the reciprocal oral sex made everything so much hotter for him.

“Eat my ass daddy”

“Oh baby” PJ felt like he was very close to his critical level “You make this gay bear wanna cum so bad!” Those words must have sounded magical for Phoebe, as she got faster with her blowjob and jerked him off at the same time. PJ tried hard but he had to cum a lot in her mouth and growling hard in her hole. He wouldn’t mind if they stayed in that position.

But then, he fell asleep.

PJ woke up the following morning: a sunshine illuminated the sheets and his furry abs and chest. He felt really sleepy and confused because of the tequila from the night before. But when he noticed Phoebe sleeping next to him and that they were naked, he was about to freak out. Did he fuck her? All the memories flashed back in his mind and he remembered everything: the pill, the dancing, the kiss. And his first straight sex ever. His eyes fell on Phoebe’s naked body. She was smoking hot and PJ’s mind started to run again “If I was straight, I’d fuck you anytime… Oh, shut up PJ” He looked at his hard cock “You shut up too, boner!”

After a quick shower, he decided to spend some time in the Jacuzzi outside the room, on the balcony. So he wore his blue swimsuit, took his mp3 player and went outside. The water was pleasant and warm. His muscles felt great and his cock got hard again. Trying not to give his boner too much attention, PJ started the playlist, closed his eyes and fell asleep. Suddenly, he felt something was teasing his lips: it was something sweet, and sticky. “What the fuck?” He immediately opened his eyes and Phoebe was there, playing with a little jar of honey and its dipper. That girl looked beautiful even that morning: she was wearing a yellow long-sleeved shirt paired with her bikini. “Hello” said Phoebe giving him one of her beautiful smiles “You weren’t next to me on the bed, so when I found you in the Jacuzzi I thought this muscled Winnie The Pooh should have breakfast with some honey, before I go to the pool with the chicks”

PJ laughed but got serious right after “Honestly Phoebe, I’ve never felt so confused like I have these past few days. I’ve always been a confident man, always been sure of my sexuality, of what I like and what I don’t like. It’s like you’ve opened Pandora’s box” Phoebe answered with one of her smiles “PJ, you don’t have to worry: it was just fun” “I’m not a man who regrets his actions, Phoebe. You wanted it, I wanted it. That’s why this is serious to me: I’ve celebrated in Washington DC with my LGBT brothers and sisters when same-sex marriages got recognized and approved.” “Look” Phoebe got serious, too “Probably, when you first met a guy you had the proof you were gay. But you didn’t become straight, or bisexual just because you kissed a girl yesterday. You just made a mistake…”

“I never said, nor thought you’ve been a mistake. You’re a beautiful, smart and kickass young woman. Men, real men, should feel honored to date you” said PJ smiling at her “Real men…like you, PJ?” The bear felt a little uncomfortable, just like in her house. “Well…a real man doesn’t feel tired after taking a Viagra pill!” Phoebe looked at him, confused “When did you take Viagra?” “Don’t you remember? You gave it to me!” An embarrassed smile appeared on Phoebe’s face. But PJ insisted “The blue pill, before Ed Sheeran’s song! Remember now?”

The beautiful brunette was still looking at him before the smile turned into a laugh. A very loud laugh. “Can you make me laugh, too?” asked PJ.

“Viagra? I never gave you that shit. It was just a pill for headaches, one that makes you fall asleep!” PJ listened like she was spoiling two seasons of Breaking Bad. “You proably thought it was Viagra because of the blue lights”

His mind literally blew up: every sensation from last night was real and wild. Goosebumps all over him. He never thought he could have been capable of this. He never, ever thought he could ever feel the need to conquer, satisfy and fill a woman. But that’s what was happening to him and he just couldn’t help but feel more strong, hungry and powerful than ever. Phoebe was heading back into the room. If he didn’t stop her here and now, he would have missed a chance. THE chance. “Hey, where you’re going?” PJ’s voice became authoritative as he stood up. She looked at him, very surprised. “I told you, I’m going to the beach”.

That answer got him even more authoritative and serious: “Cancel your plans, then. We haven’t finished yet”

Phoebe could barely believe what she was listening to: “PJ… What’s going on?”

“There’s no PJ. In this very moment, I’m your daddy. And daddy wants to fuck you. CFNM. Take off your panties.”

“Ok… You’re joking, right?” Phoebe smirked, skeptical but a little turned on by this new side of him: she could notice his boner and that was really exciting.

PJ didn’t answer, he just took off his swimsuit and stared at her, naked: his cock was incredibly hard. Phoebe was speechless and couldn’t took her eyes off of it.

“Do you still think I’m joking?” As Phoebe tried to say something, PJ ws getting sick of waiting: “Take off your panties and shoes. Come here”

She stepped in the Jacuzzi, feeling like a virgin. PJ took command and kissed her, surrounding her back with his huge biceps. That wasn’t their first kiss, for sure: but that was the first time he wanted to kiss her and he was also sober! Her moans in his mouth got PJ hungrier (and hornier), his kisses wetter and dirtier. It felt so good feeling her dressed skin on his wet, naked body.

“Come with me” PJ took her hand and let her sit on the edge. He spread her beautiful legs as he got back in the warm water. Looking at her holes was incredibly hot for him. The jar was still there, so he took a huge portion of honey with the dipper. “Look at that beautiful asshole…I loved eating it yesterday. But now daddy is all about pussy, so we don’t need it” PJ teased Phoebe’s hole with the dipper and pushed slowly. Phoebe moaned as she felt it being shoved in her ass. “You like it, don’t you?” All she could say was a louder moan. “Good girl. Pretend that’s daddy’s cock all way down in your hole” “Yes” “Yes… What?”

PJ looked in her eyes very intensely.

“Yes daddy!”

That turned him on even more, so the big gay bear lifted her shirt over her breasts, revealing that flat belly, and poured the rest of the honey on it, as Phoebe let him do it, all excited.

“Do you mind if daddy has some breakfast before fucking the shit outta you?”

Before getting any answer PJ’s warm tongue was on her skin: the taste of honey and young woman scent mixed together was incredible. He licked every inch of her body, then he caressed and kissed her boobs as he got out of the Jacuzzi and laid over her. Water drops fell from his furry, muscled torso on her body. His cock was dangerously close to her vagina. His first thought was to ram her, right there, with no clemency. But he was a gentleman, a classy fucker. So he just took her back to the room. He then lifted her over his shoulders and slammed her back on the wall, causing her to moan for the pain and the pleasure. But he didn’t care, his mouth was ready to worship that pussy. He rubbed his face and his beard on her clit and pussy lips. How could that smell so good? Finally, his hungry tongue stuck on her precious entrance, then reached the clit. The tasted was so good as his tongue hit it like a punching bag. But the best part was still yet to come, as PJ closed his mouth on her hole and started to eat it.

He realized why straight men love cunnilingus because right in that moment, he felt like he could go on and on and never get enough.

“Daddy you’re so good. You’re so fucking good!” She was moaning and screaming loud, as his tongue went deep down. Phoebe felt powerless as her cunt was getting viciously eaten, she roughly used her nails on PJ’s muscled back and scratched him real hard, and this got him even hornier. That gay mouth drove her relentlessly to the orgasm that blew on his face.

“You enjoyed this, little bitch, huh?” Phoebe was speechless after all that wild screaming. He slowly took her off his neck and lowered her, keeping her body still on the wall. Phoebe wrapped her legs around his waists, his cock was pushing on her clit. He took her away, holding her hot body with the left arm, and the right hand sliding his meaty dick in her.

“FUCK”

PJ bit his lower lip hard, trying not to cum immediately: it wasn’t the same old hungry butt he used to deal with. His cock first felt her wet pussy muscles. It wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, her pussy was tight, so he had to “force” himself through the narrow space: the more he was pushing inside, the more his cock got covered in warm, wet juices. Best feeling ever. But suddenly, PJ realized one important thing: “Baby, we shouldn’t do this… I can’t have sex without condoms”

Phoebe put her finger on his wet lips: “It’s ok… I’m on pill. You won’t get me pregnant, so keep going”

The big gay bear wasn’t very convinced, yet:

“Phoebe, you’re so tight. I don’t wanna hurt you, or cause you any disease”

She smiled: “I’m tight because my pussy wasn’t getting fucked as much as I wanted” Phoebe put her arms around his neck “My boyfriend preferred to get fucked by men like you, instead of fucking me. But you’re inside me, now. And you’re getting me wet. Because you’re a real man…”

PJ changed his expression: “Say it again”

“You’re a real man… Daddy”

This was enough for him to get back to the dominant muscle bear he was being a few moments ago. He kissed her, hungrily and wildly, his face still smelled of her juices. He pushed her back on the wall and plowed her. Every hit in the cave was a dive in her juices, he never felt so satisfied. As a gay man there wasn’t a single moment when he didn’t feel manly enough. But this time he was experiencing the most natural “straight-acting” thing ever.

PJ put his hands on the wall, then slid them to her shoulders and pushed her arms away from his neck, so he could suppress her wrists on the wall, over her head.

“Daddy…”

He didn’t let her talk, as he kissed her again. He could grunt and breathe her moans at same time and it was great. His muscled body wasn’t wet anymore, but PJ could feel his back glistening. He fucked Phoebe harder, like an experienced pornstar. He stopped kissing her lips because her neck seemed too inviting now. His hungry mouth went for it and the desire to mark her took over. His teeth were slowly munching her soft skin and causing his first woman to moan loud. Phoebe’s arms were trapped this time so she had no choice.

“I’m feeling you” whispered PJ “Don’t stop it. Cum. Cum for daddy”

He bit her again and kept ramming her pussy: Phoebe screamed as she squirted hard on his big, hard dick. He could feel a waterfall on his tool and her body shook next to him.

He stopped but he was still inside her. “Nice one. Nice one…” said PJ before kissing her.

They kept making out in that position for awhile. It was great for him, and powerful, feeling her covered skin on his naked body. “Straight men do this shit during their entire life… They’re so lucky” “I wish that were the case. Sometimes they can’t. Or they can’t keep going toward the finish line. And when they do it, most of them ain’t as good as you”

PJ smiled: “Good answer”

He lifted her again on his shoulders. “Daddy needs to re-hydrate” He ate her dripping wet pussy one more time, then moved next to the bed, where he power-bombed her, with his head still between Phoebe’s legs. He felt like Bill Goldberg, the very first wrestler he jerked off to! He kept eating her, that hole was an addicting drug.

“I swear I’ll never complain about no one eating my pussy, ever again”

PJ laughed with his mouth still on her vagina and ate it some more. After that, he laid on the bed.

“Show me how you ride a muscle bear”

She didn’t wait for a second call: Phoebe got on her knees and decided to spit on his gay cock. Then she sat on it.

PJ closed his eyes and arched his chest, that was a “painful” shot. But he could still control himself. He smiled at her, as she was moving up and down on his cock. She got faster and he couldn’t do anything but caress her ass and thighs. He knew he was near the point of no return, but luckily she slowed down just in time. Phoebe laid on PJ and he took his cock out.

PJ gave his dick some rest as he licked Phoebe’s belly. He then lifted her shirt and licked her tits, with both his hands on her ass. When his fingers met the honey dipper still stuck in her ass, he decided to take it out. “I forgot about this thing” he smirked. Phoebe smirked too and kissed him. When her asshole was free, she moaned. He started to smell the dipper and without saying a word, he turned the tables, laying on her.

PJ put the dipper in her mouth and she started to suck it.

“That’s it… Keep it in your mouth”

He moved down to her pussy. It was extremely wet with a deep smell. He put two fingers inside, then spat on Phoebe’s clit before finger-fucking her.

He wanted another orgasm from her so he went deep and fast until she squirted again.

“Nice! You’re a good daddy’s girl” he licked his fingers covered in her juices. After that, he rubbed her pussy again, took the dipper out of her mouth and inserted his fingers instead.

“You taste good, huh?” asked PJ with a perverted smile.

He was ready to fuck her again, so he jerked off with his left hand as he kept fucking her mouth with his fingers. PJ used his spit on Phoebe’s clit again and rubbed the top of his thick cock on it. Then his bicep surrounded her beautiful legs as she lifted them up next to his face. Finally he was inside, again. And plowed harder and harder. PJ moaned, he wanted to cum badly, but he wasn’t close enough yet. He took his fingers out of Phoebe’s mouth, spread her legs and laid on the girl. Both of his hands were choking her. He turned into a real beast: an expression of anger and frustration began to show on his face, as he rammed her wet cunt faster and harder. Sometimes a real man has to be less vanilla and more rough.

“Are you ready? Daddy’s gonna cum!”

PJ gave one last primal scream, before kissing her as he filled Phoebe’s pussy with a huge load of cum. She was covered by his manly sweat, her belly tasted of him and a hickey that showed how the gay bear worked her over.

“I can’t believe what I did… What we did!” said PJ, still inside her “I fucked a woman… And I damn loved it!”

“We loved it, big man”

He hugged her, satisfied

“Remember: sexuality is fluid…”

Ms Grunee’s words, which just few days ago sounded so crazy to him, finally made sense. PJ smiled, looking at the girl who made him discover a new side of himself.

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PJ and Phoebe are still in contact and often go out as friends: she found out how much she enjoys giving gay guys a taste of straightness; PJ suggested that she sign up on Grindr and look for fresh meat: only cubs, otter or any hairy man under his approval. PJ is still a proudly gay bear who sometimes loves sex with women. Actually, he loves sex with women and is looking for a man who sucks his cock when it’s still wet with cunt juices.

But when they’re sexually hungry for each other, PJ and Phoebe know there’s only one thing to do:

“PJ, you got a new request at 15 Brisco Avenue. Blackout”
 
Not The Usual Cuck

Written By spencerwils

Working as an online escort was about as glamorous as it sounded. At 5'11" with a muscular build, Marco was a good-looking guy, so he could charge a little extra compared to others, but it still attracted some weird men. Usually they were old and rich, though there was the occasional younger guy who’d either found early success in life or was leeching off of wealthy parents.

The latter case had a habit of insisting on calling him “daddy,” something Marco found creepy. It wasn’t long ago that he was a shaven pretty boy going after older, hairier hunks. He was only 28 now, but he’d become quite the bear cub over the past few years.

Either way, if the client paid him, then they could call him whatever they wanted, no matter how bizarre.

Tonight was looking like it might go that way. The client’s name was Ralph. He’d paid for two hours in advance and sent some basic info. His picture showed a young man with fair features and dark hair. Another pretty boy, from the looks of things. But the weird part was the request he’d made before paying. He’d asked how Marco felt about “cucking” him.

He’d done it before in other jobs. There was always some guy who liked watching his boyfriend fuck other men, especially if they were attractive. Marco was fairly indifferent to it, though he did enjoy the sessions that devolved into threesomes. Usually.

However, what truly nagged at him about this request was the fact that the client hadn’t sent a picture of his partner. And as he arrived at the house, he could see why.

Ralph answered the door looking exactly like his pictures and directed Marco inside. That was when he introduced him to his wife, Kelly. This man wanted him to fuck his wife.

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” Marco said, “I’m a gay escort.”

The couple looked at each other and shrugged.

“So?” Ralph said, “It’s not like you have to enjoy it.”

“Look, I’m sorry, but that’s not how it works.”

Kelly walked forward and pulled out a wallet. She was quite young like her husband, with a slight build and dyed blonde hair. Marco had to be over twice her size. For a moment he tried to imagine what that kind of sex would be like, but he pushed it out of his mind.

“How much extra do you want?” she asked.

“It won’t make a difference,” Marco replied, “I’ve never even… You know…”

“Come on,” she begged, “Ralph’s been trying to get me to do this for months and he absolutely loves you.”

So Ralph did at least swing a little in his direction. “He does?”

Marco looked at him to see his gaze avert. A red blush had appeared. He couldn’t deny the fact that it was cute. He imagined what it would be like to plow him into a mattress or vice versa.

“Yeah,” she said, “He tells me his fantasies. He pictures you ravishing me while I tell him how much better you are…”

She went on and on while Marco continued to study Ralph, imagining the scenario. All he needed to do was tolerate the cuck part of the night until the horny husband decided to get in on it. He might be able to do it. And he wasn’t quite ready to turn down the cash…

“Okay,” he said, cutting her off, “I’ll do it.”

Minutes later, the three of them were in the lavish master bedroom. Marco was told to take off his clothes first. They stopped him at his tight briefs. He stood their in his partial nudity while Kelly began to trace his muscles with her finger, playfully toying with his chest hair as she traveled between his pecs.

Ralph watched, tugging on his crotch with his hand. Marco could see a sizeable bulge and he felt his own junk come to life. Kelly noticed this and grabbed hold, eliciting additional growth in his dick. It was just the stimulation. She was a woman, after all.

“He feels amazing,” she said, “All of him. I can’t wait…”

She began to disrobe. Marco tried to watch without watching, but he’d never really been in such a situation before. Soon she exposed a glittering belly button piercing along with a rather small set of breasts. He couldn’t help but stare. They were so perky.

As she pulled off her pink panties and stood naked before him, she spoke again. “Time for you to take me. Show me what my husband can’t do.”

Marco’s hands went straight to her tits. Straight guys liked tits, right? He fondled them, intrigued by the feeling. They weren’t like a man’s pecs and they weren’t like a set of man boobs. As he did this, Kelly pulled in close and rubbed his dick through his briefs. Her other hand squeezed his meaty ass. Ralph groaned quietly. Marco’s erection was starting to feel constricted.

He pulled down his underwear, freeing his dick and rendering him completely naked with a woman. As he stood back up, Kelly’s hands pulled his face to hers and they kissed. She reached down to jerk his cock. He began to put effort into the kiss, tonguing her mouth while she ran her hands over his muscles.

“I want you inside me,” she gasped as they pulled away, “I want a real man inside me.”

She sat on the bed and produced a condom, unwrapping it and pulling it over Marco’s dick. It was bright pink. She jerked his cock a little more and he found his mind coming back to the image of him on top of her. There was some excitement that came with that thought. It took over his body and he was on her.

Looking down her petite form, he saw her pussy, glistening with wetness. Without thinking, he rubbed the covered head of his cock on it. He was curious. And then he was inside her. He slowly sank in as she gasped and arched her back. His gay dick dove in, protected from the walls of her pussy by the pink latex. Soon he couldn’t see it anymore. His bush of pubic hair was flush against her smooth groin.

It was all a blur after that. He began to fuck her like he’d fuck an ass. She squealed, loudly proclaiming how much better Marco was than Ralph. He hardly noticed, enraptured by the muted feeling of her vaginal walls sucking on his cock. They changed positions a few times, with one allowing him to face Ralph. He’d pulled off his pants now and was full on masturbating. His dick was large and pleasing to the eye, but Marco looked back at his quarry. He was feeling something he’d never felt before and he intended to keep it going.

The two hours flew by along with a dozen positions all over the bed. Kelly came several times, much to their mutual delight. As he realized he’d be unable to keep from cumming any longer, he was instructed to pull out and ejaculate on Ralph. He hastily tore off the pink condom and jerked over the younger man’s face. He came harder than he ever had, covering his face and chest with thick ropes of semen.

Marco walked out of the house wondering what to feel. He’d just had sex with a woman. Moreover, he’d ignored the man in the scenario. And in the end, he’d only involved him because he’d been told to.

He went to bed that night without showering, his pubes still damp with Kelly’s pussy juice.

The next week was dull. He had a few clients, but it felt like going through the motions. His thoughts kept wandering back to Kelly’s lithe body under his as he railed her. He’d spit on his hands and imagine her wet pussy as he jacked off. Eventually he couldn’t take it anymore.

He called the number Ralph had left during their initial planning. No one answered, so he tried again. He felt a thrill when Kelly’s voice answered.

“Hello?”

“It’s Marco.”

There was a pause. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He got to the point. “I’ve been thinking about you. I’m not asking for money, but I’d love to see you again.”

“Wow,” she said, “I have to say, I’d hoped for something like this, but I never thought… Are you sure?”

“I want your little pussy around my dick.”

She paused again. “Come over now. Ralph will be camping for the whole weekend.”

Marco was there in record time. His shirt was off before the door opened. It was summer. No one would think it weird.

Kelly opened the door naked and Marco charged in, wrapping his thick arms around her and carrying her into the living room. Seeing that pussy in front of him again, he went in to eat it. She tasted so good. He licked each fold, tickling her clit with his facial hair. As he fed on her dripping cunt, he pulled off his pants and freed his cock. It bobbed between his legs as he worked, dapping the hair on his thighs with slick precum.

Inserting his finger into her pussy, he pumped away. He soon added another finger and then another. He added his tongue to the mix, licking around her vagina and sucking on her clit.

“Oh yeah,” she yelped, “Oh, baby, please. Don’t stop.”

She came, squirting all over his face. His ‘stache and beard were soaked. He stood up, hulking over her. His body was a slab of muscle ready to dominate. His face was glistening with the pleasure fluids of his woman. His cock was rock hard and ready to fuck.

This time there was no condom. His gay cock was skin to skin with pussy, where it belonged. He fucked her into the couch, soaking it with sweat, spit and pussy juice. She worshiping his hard, sweating body, clinging to him like her life depended on it.

He felt himself cum as he held her head to his and they kissed, his free hand fondling her beautiful tits. She screamed with pleasure as she felt him go off inside her.

For a few minutes they lay intwined, his cock still inside her. Soon he felt himself twitching to life again. He pulled out and picked her up, flipping her upside down. Her cum-filled pussy was in his face. He ate her out while she sucked away down below.

They spent the night together. Kelly fell asleep with her head resting on Marco’s pec. His thick bicep curled around her, highlighting how much smaller she was. He eventually crashed, occasionally stirring thanks to Kelly’s light grip on his dick.

The next morning, she rode him like the stallion he was. He couldn’t believe what he’d been missing all these years. The sight of a woman bouncing around on his hard cock and muscular body… It was incomparable. Marco wanted to fuck this woman forever.

There was a sound from below.

“Kelly,” Ralph called, “I’m home!”

Marco froze. He looked down, past his pecs and abs at the dick in this married woman’s vagina. He looked at her face. She just smiled.

“Keep going, stud. Let him see the truth.”

Marco’s cock hardened. He thrust up and seized Kelly’s tits. If her husband couldn’t please her, then he’d show him how. She was his woman now and Ralph would need to deal with it.
 
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Donation

Written By spencerwils

The first thing people tended to notice about Steve was the muscles. He had a lot of them. Years of bodybuilding, dieting and a single experiment with steroids in his youth had built his body into a fortress.

He was in his late 30s and thankfully seemed to be getting better with age. His dark, curly hair had thinned, but he kept it buzzed. His bulk and his scruff made him fairly popular in the gay scene, not that he went around the crowd very often these days. It had become unfulfilling of late. Interaction in general was having that effect. Thanks to a promotion, he’d even invested in his own workout equipment, allowing him to exercise away from the gym.

He didn’t really miss it. He used to enjoy the admiration, but nowadays he preferred to lift in private. Having his own space also let him set his own dress code. He’d never worked out in the nude, though he had come close. Besides, it was a good idea to have something on in the event that he had to run to the door.

As was the case now. Steve briskly walked to answer the doorbell, grateful that he’d only just started and not had much chance to sweat. He contemplated getting a shirt of some kind, but he figured the sweatpants were good enough.

Opening the door, he saw a young lady with dark hair, garbed in the type of revealing outfit he’d come to expect from the kids these days. She had a bag slung over her shoulder and was holding some pamphlets.

It was silent for a moment. She obviously had something to say. Steve quickly put two and two together as he spied her wandering eyes. He supposed he’d have a similar response if a half-naked muscle-man opened a door…

“Hello, uh, sir,” she stammered, “I’m here to ask for your help! We’re holding a fundraiser…”

He sort of tuned her out. It was that time of year.

“Sorry,” he interrupted, “I’ve got a lot going on right now.”

She forced a look of determination and continued, “C'mon, sir. Even a dollar helps us out!”

He noticed that she was leaning forward and pushing out her chest. She had a rather large set for someone of her short stature. Still, that definitely wasn’t going to work on him.

“Sorry, miss,” he said, closing the door.

Mildly annoyed, he went back to his weight room and began pumping his biceps. Soon, he’d forgotten all about it and continued with his evening.

The next day was easier, with work flying by. Arriving home, he moved on to his workout. He’d planned to add more difficulty onto his chest and back routines. He was certainly feeling it. This time he wore a white undershirt instead of going topless. As he was doing laundry, he simply chose to wear a pair of grey briefs down below. No one was going to see him.

But in the middle of a benchpress routine, he heard the doorbell. Hoisting his aching body up, he made his way into the foyer. He stopped at the door, realizing he was literally in his underwear. Most of his clothes were still in the wash. It would take a while to find anything else and this might be important. Sucking it in, he opened the door, positioning himself so his lower half was hidden from view.

It was not important. Standing before him was a girl like the one yesterday. This one was a little shorter, though just as shapely. She grinned, clearly eyeing Steve’s thick arm resting on the door frame. Unlike her predecessor, she seemed more composed.

“Hey there, handsome,” she said, “I’ve got a special deal for you.”

“Sorry, but…”

She ignored him, moving forward to lean on the doorframe, her head an inch from his hand. A little further and she might be able to see in…

“Ellie did her rounds yesterday and got quite a few donations,” she said, “But she said she missed the stud who lives on the corner. She’s never been good with guys, but that’s why I’m here. Plus I wanted to see if you lived up to what she said…”

“Look,” he snapped, “Whatever it is, I’m not interested, okay? Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

He stopped talking as she reached her hand around his forearm and began to caress, up and down. It would be easy to push her off, but he was a little stunned by the action.

“Here’s the deal,” she said with a grin, “Ellie needs one more donation for a perfect record and I’m going to help her get it. So, why don’t you let me come in and see what I can do to persuade you.”

“That’s not going to happen,” he replied, trying to pull his body further into hiding.

The situation was becoming more desperate as he felt himself hardening in his briefs. He had formed a bit of an exhibitionist fetish since bulking up. He really didn’t want this girl to see. Then again, he was starting to get the impression that she wouldn’t care. Still, unthinkable.

“Wouldn’t you rather we discuss terms in private?” she asked, reaching up to grope his solid shoulder.

“This really isn’t a good time to talk about anything,” he mumbled.

“Then we don’t have to talk.”

His body jolted as he felt a pinch on his nipple. It had apparently been exposed the whole time, not surprising given his size and the tightness of the undershirt. He tried to reassert his position, but the girl had taken advantage of his distraction to slip inside. Steve now found himself standing before her in his underwear with a very visible boner.

She laughed. “Wow. Looks like you’re all prepared!”

“It’s not like that,” he grumbled, trying to rebuild his pride so he could tell her to leave.

“So, how about this? I suck you off and you give me that donation. Deal?”

Steve could barely believe what he’d heard. “What?”

Before he could say anything else, the girl had dropped down, pulling his briefs along for the ride. His cock sprang out and was nearly instantly sheathed in her mouth. He let out a gasp of both shock and unexpected pleasure. He was about to push her off when the hormones took over. It had been a while since he’d had any kind of sexual release.

Sure, she was a girl, but he supposed it couldn’t hurt to just let it happen. It was really starting to feel good. He had no idea how old this girl was, but she knew how to suck a dick.

He nearly came when she first deep throated him. She gagged, pulling back to jerk him a little bit. He looked down to see her staring up. Her other hand was under her skirt, rubbing. For whatever reason, he felt himself harden further. Feeling it in her hand, she slapped his cock around on her face.

“Where does Daddy wanna cum?”

His mind went blank for a moment. This was actually about to happen. And he wasn’t stopping it. He pulled on the undershirt, his chest heaving from the ecstasy in his groin.

“Swallow it,” he groaned.

She immediately returned to the blow job, more intense than ever. It wasn’t long before he was shooting down her throat. She swallowed it all and began gasping for air. Slowly, she got to her feet, still holding his cock. She was so short that her eye level was on par with his nipples, both of which were now exposed from his tugging on the shirt.

“Daddy tastes good,” she said, raising her other hand to touch her chin.

Steve saw that it glistened with whatever fluids she was producing under her skirt. He couldn’t deny the curiosity and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand to his mouth. His lips fit around her moist finger and he tasted her. He suddenly felt the urge to ravage this girl…

“So,” she giggled, “You live alone? Got a wife? Girlfriend?”

She thought he was straight… “No. Nope. By myself.”

“Good.” She grinned. “Now, about that donation…”

“Oh!”

Steve stepped out of the briefs hanging around his ankles and went for the nearby drawer. He pulled out a twenty and handed it over. She stuffed it in her pack and pulled out a sheet of paper.

“Sign here.”

The transaction was over in seconds and the girl was making for the door.

‘Wait,“ Steve said, “Do you want to stay a little longer?”

She grinned again. “I really need to be going, but I might be able to spare some time later tonight…”

“You’re welcome to come back anytime…”

“I know,” she said, “The name’s Erica, by the way.”

And with that, she was gone. Steve stood there in shock. He’s just been blown by a girl and then he’d paid her. What had his life come to?

Then he realized he was on a time limit, and he had no idea how long it was. He finished his workout and sped through a shower. For a moment he considered dressing up, but then he realized where Erica’s interests lay. Pulling on a jockstrap and sweats, he decided it would be best to be bare chested. His boner had already returned, but he resisted. If she came back, she was going to get him fresh.

The hours passed by slowly, but he sooner heard the doorbell around 9PM. Rushing to the door, he was surprised to see both Erica and the slightly taller Ellie. He ushered them in, hoping no one noticed.

“I wasn’t expecting you both.”

Erica spoke first. “It looks like there’s more than enough to share.”

He felt their eyes on him and he loved it. His cock was rock-hard under the fabric.

“Where should we start?” he asked.

“Your bedroom,” Erica replied.

The trio entered and Steve removed the sweats, giving the girls a nice flash of his beefy ass before turning back to face them.

“Who wants a piece of me?” Steve said, crossing his muscled arms.

“Not so fast,” Erica said, “I think you should apologize to Ellie for slamming the door on her.”

She glanced at Ellie, who blushed and turned around. Her short skirt pulled up to reveal a complete lack of underwear. Her voluptuous ass poured out.

“I’d say she deserves a nice, long, French kiss, if you know what I mean.”

And Steve did. He remembered the flavour of Erica’s fingers. Maybe Ellie tasted the same. He got down on his knees and looked between her tender cheeks to find the folds of her pussy. Steve’s stubble-covered mouth was in there, his lips on her lips as his tongue found its way into its first vagina.

Ellie moaned as Steve licked away. It was so moist and it tasted so much better than he could have imagined. He went up and down, occasionally tonguing her asshole. It was so much better than rimming a man.

Steve wanted a new angle. He picked her up, flipped her around a dropped her on the bed. Tearing off the skirt, he returned to his feast. It went on and on. Steve rubbed his own crotch through the jock. Sticking his tongue in all the way, he imagined how the tunnel would feel on his dick.

Getting to his feet, he pulled off the jock and freed his cock. Before he could bury it in its rightful home, he glanced right to see Erica in all of her naked glory. Her breasts hung out and Steve felt like he noticed them for the first time in his life. His hands went for them and soon his face was buried between them. Looking back to Ellie, he saw that she’d freed her tits as well.

The next few minutes were a blur as Steve took turns suckling the girls’ tits, fingering and eating their pussies in intervals. When the time finally came, he sank his gay cock into their pussies, one after the other. He could barely remember which was which. All he cared about was seeding them both before they left in the morning.

The little sluts were all over him as the night went on. They loved feeling the hardness of his muscular body, tightening beneath them as they rode him. They loved having his sweating mass above as he pinned them into the mattress. He came inside them both at least once. He had no idea if they were on birth control, but they hadn’t complained yet. It didn’t matter.

He woke up with one of them on top of him with the other cuddled one of his arms. There was one last, lazy fuck session. One of them rode him to orgasm while the other sat on his face. Judging by the sounds, they were making out up above.

As he bid them farewell he told them that they were welcome to return.

“We have another fundraising tour scheduled next month,” Erica said, “I’ll be sure to stop by.”

“Me too,” Ellie giggled.

Alone once again, Steve took a deep breath, reflecting on his night of heterosexual passion. He’d found his fulfillment again. Grabbing his junk, he contemplating his next course of action. He recalled the young lady who always seemed to be watching him from her garden when he went on his morning jogs. He imagined her under him, writhing with pleasure as his cock impaled her cunt…

It was time for a jog.
 
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