LOGINFELIXWe slipped out onto the balcony, the cool night air raising goosebumps on my skin. I wrapped my arms around myself, rubbing my skin gently. I was cold but the thrill I felt at finally trying this out surpassed every other thought and sensation.Below us, the city sprawled, alive with light and people—cars, pedestrians, a couple of runners, a couple walking their dog. Anyone could look up and easily see us. And that made this balcony the perfect spot to do this. “You scared?” Rand asked, his hand sliding down my waist, pulling me flush against his broad frame. I could feel the steady beat of his heart against my back, the heat radiating off his skin, warm and protective against the piercing cold.“No,” I lied, my heart hammering as I tried to steady my pulse.“Good,” he said, looking out at the city like he was about to conquer it. “You shouldn’t be. You wanted this. This is your fantasy. Everyone has theirs. You shouldn’t feel scared or ashamed for wanting to live it out.”He m
FELIX“Good boy. Now suck my balls.”I lowered my mouth, taking both of his heavy balls between my lips. FuckThey were huge—massive, swollen—and the sharp, intoxicating scent of skin and pubes flooded my senses as I licked and sucked them gently while he stroked himself above me, grunting my name the way I’d been dying to hear. His grip on my hair tightened and I felt his thighs tense against my cheek. He was losing control. And I wanted him to.When he finally pulled me up, I was dizzy, lips swollen from all the kissing and sucking, bra straps slipped down my shoulders. I directed him to the bedroom where he bent me over the edge of the bed, my back arched with a practiced ease, ass in the air, still clad in those damp panties.He pulled them down slowly, deliberately, savoring the moment as the soft fabric dragged across my skin before tossing them aside.“God damn,” he breathed. “Look at that fat little ass. You've been working on this for me?”“Yes, Sir,” I whispered into the s
FELIXWhen I opened the door, a soundless gasp escaped me. He was even bigger than I’d imagined. In every way.He towered over me, broad shoulders blocking the hallway light. He wore denim jeans and a grey Henley shirt, the sleeves folded midway up his arms. Arms that looked thick and muscular with veins tracing along the surface like rivers on a map. His jeans were tight against his thighs, and right where his shirt ended, I could see the bulge straining against the denim. It was impossible to miss.I licked my lips at the sight.“Hello, Sir.” I looked up at him with a seductive grin. His eyes went dark the second they landed on me. He didn’t say a word. He just grabbed me and pulled me into a kiss that stole my breath. His lips enveloped mine completely, his tongue pushing past to explore the insides of my mouth while his hands gripped my ass through the thin fabric.When he pulled away, I was breathless with need, my lips parted and my chest heaving softly. I was hornier than I’d
FELIX I have always had this crazy fantasy of wanting to be caught while having sex. You know, out in the open, where people could see and hear as some strong hands grip my hips and a thick cock slams into my ass, hard and fast till I’m moaning and coming like I want to pass out. Something about the risk just does something to me. Judge me all you want. Scrunch your noses. I don’t care. Human beings are sexual creatures and I must make a valid point: No one is innocent. At some point in life, you’ve had that secret fantasy you’d never want to tell anyone, not even your partner—if you have any—because you thought they’d see you differently. Perv. Freak. My name is Felix. I’m 5'6, dirty blond hair, forest green eyes with a skinny body but with a catch. A fat ass! The kind girls wish they had and guys can’t stop staring at. I’m fem but not over-the-top fem. Just somewhere in between. And because of my skinny, hairless stature, I’m considered a twink through and through. Though I’ve kin
LEVI On Thursday, I gave it a try. We were sitting on his couch, watching some baseball game neither of us was really watching. He was in his briefs again. And fuck… It drove me crazy anytime I saw him in that flimsy piece of clothing. His legs were spread wide, the fabric stretched tight across his thighs. We were just a few inches apart from each other on the couch, and I couldn’t stop stealing glances at that thing between his thighs. I could see the whole shape of it. The long thick curve running down his left leg. The dark patch at the tip where he was already half-hard. My mouth went dry, and when I swallowed, I was afraid it was so loud he’d heard it above the low murmur of the TV. “Can I see it?” The words left me before I could stop them. Quiet and rough. Like they’d been clawing their way up my throat for weeks and finally broke through. He looked at me. Didn’t say anything. Just held my gaze for a long, heavy moment. I was burning on the inside, my skin
LEVI There is this friend of mine—Black, jacked by default, and we work at the same place. He has a big cock. When I say big, I mean like very big—up to nine inches when soft, so you can imagine the length when he’s fully hard and erect. Sit back and grab a bottle of lube or whatever you use to get yourself off—whether it’s your hand, a stroker cup, vibrator, or your imagination, I don’t judge—because I’m going to tell you the story of how I ended up tasting that big black cock. My work buddy’s name was Brandon. We had been friends for the past ten years. Ten years of beer after work. Ten years of helping him move furniture. Ten years of sitting on his couch watching games I didn’t care about just because he was there. I even cook for him sometimes, and no one enjoys my cooking the way he does. We were closer than brothers. I was at his house more than I was at my own. He had the key to my place, and I had one to his, and neither of us ever knocked before coming in. The cha







