Men Seeking Men's Sex Stories

by Kimmie Holland (address withheld)

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A sissy goes to sleep with a cock in her mouth--and 
wakes up with a cock in her mouth. (M/m-teen, oral, tv, 
sissy)

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4. Cock-a-doodle-doo (and bacon too!)

I kiss H on the forehead and slip out of bed. A girl 
needs to tidy herself up first thing in the morning and 
a girl like me needs even more tidying up than most. In 
front of the mirror, I survey the ravages. Not so bad. 
It could be worse, much worse, and don't I know it. A 
touch up here and there and I'm reasonably presentable. 
I pad into the kitchen, still in my fishnet stockings, 
get the coffee started, wash last night's dishes.

From whence forth comes this instinct�so immediate and 
unalloyed that indeed I can only call it "instinct"�to 
take care of an alpha male, to satisfy his desires, to 
feed his appetites, all his appetites? I ponder this 
question while the coffee drips into the carafe and I 
tend to the bacon for H's breakfast sizzling in the 
pan. 

I've done another quick change into a pink babydoll and 
a pair of low-heeled open-toed mules, the kind with the 
superfluous little feather puff on the instep�a 
metaphor for my existence. I look like a complete pansy 
standing there in my pigtails but I feel so strangely 
content and complete: could it be that, ridiculous as 
it is, this is the role I was engendered to fulfill in 
the Great Movie of Oblivion?

by Kimmie Holland (address withheld)

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A sissy goes to sleep with a cock in her mouth--and 
wakes up with a cock in her mouth. (M/m-teen, ora, tv, 
sissy)

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3. Morning Wood Sucker

Next morning, fittingly, it's his cock that wakes me, 
insistently pressing against the crack of my ass; it's 
sometime well before dawn, the room dark and soft as 
blue chenille, and though his penis is up and strutting 
about, cock-a-doodle-doo, H is still sound asleep with 
his arm around my waist. Nevertheless he's 
unconsciously thrusting his pelvis against me, his 
erection instinctively seeking entrance into my warm, 
soft body. It's endearing, I think, this blind drive to 
hump me. I'd like to encourage it at every opportunity. 
Yes, that's it, the idea I want to get across: I am a 
thing-for-fucking.

I reach behind me and take hold of H's cock and guide 
it between the cheeks of my ass, which is already 
sticky with the precum of his earlier somnolent efforts 
to penetrate me. The head of his cock feels so smooth, 
so sleek, so hot...and so very big against my tight 
little hole. Alas, I can't wait for the day when H can 
simply roll over and sleepily fuck me at will, bend me 
over anywhere and everywhere, whenever the mood strikes 
him, to deposit an urgent load of cum in my ass.

And why stop there? Mouth, ass, even if they hollow me 
out a cunt...it hardly seems as if the body's potential 
to give pleasure has been even close to fully utilized.