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, 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.

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. (MM, tv, oral)

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2. Pillow Talk with a Mouthful 

Having changed into a short black chemise, I tiptoe 
around the bed and slip under the blankets next to H. 
His big body radiates heat and has already warmed the 
sheets. This is my favorite part of the evening. I curl 
up, snuggle close, almost clinging to him, like a koala 
bear on a eucalyptus tree. He puts a heavily-muscled 
arm around my waist and pulls me even closer, his hand, 
burning like a brand, resting possessively on the bare 
cheek of my ass, a.k.a. his ass, as he occasionally 
likes to remind me.

"Whose ass is this?" he'll ask, giving me a playful�if 
still stinging�slap on the bottom. Or sticking his 
finger inside me without preamble.

"Yours."

"Don't forget it."

"I won't."

From where I lie nestled against his hairy chest, I 
stare up at the shadows of the roses that he brought me 
earlier in the evening; they're dancing hypnotically on 
the ceiling in the scant light of a scented tea candle. 
H. begins to reminisce in the dark. He's recalling the 
night he took me to an upscale restaurant along the 
shore. I was wearing an itsy-bitsy backless black mini-
dress, silver heels, black thigh-highs. He tells me 
that as we walked up the stairs to the dining room he 
could see the exposed place between the tops of my 
stockings and my sheer panties.

by Tinman (tinmanjc9@hotmail.com)

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On a visit to a Denver adult book store, I meet a cute,
willing new friend and we share a joint and more. (MM,
voy, oral, mast, marijuana)

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I’ve been sucked many times in booths and through glory
holes, but I have only sucked a few guys in return. I’m
really picky, I guess, but unless a guy’s cock is
actually attractive to me, and he’s squeaky clean
looking in appearance, dress, grooming, etc., I’m not
really interested in him. But I do crave cock every now
and then, although I also love sex with women. I guess
that’s why I’m called “Bi.”

One night, I was pretty horny with nothing else to do,
so I visited the Adult Bookstore on North Federal
Street in Denver. This was a popular place with about
twenty private booths with lockable doors. There almost
always were a number of guys there, and it was a good
place to make a contact or get some easy and very good
sex.

Each booth had a little red light over it, and when you
pumped tokens into the machine, that little red light
came on outside – the booths were dark inside except
for the light from the TV screen. If one of those
little red lights outside was on, and the door was
ajar, it generally meant that the person inside the
booth was interested in having company. But, of course,
the glory holes were more favored for making contact.

This night I got five dollars worth of tokens, made my
way into the dimly lighted hallway where all the booths
were, and found an unoccupied one.… Read the rest