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Enjoy and don’t forget to leave your comments!!😊🤭😝😜 ***** ALEX My straight roommate isn’t aware of the illicit thoughts I have for him. He walks around the room in those super tight, sexy underwear and at times naked when changing, not knowing I fantasize about chugging down on his beautiful cock and feeling his seed burst down my throat. It all started after I got into college. I had only moved in a few weeks ago but was already living with three guys, all of whom are straight. Complicated right? But we were still very much compatible. We live in an apartment that wasn’t huge, but it had enough space to accommodate the four of us. Two bedrooms, a small living area, and a kitchen. I just met the guy I shared a direct bedroom with this year. Ryan! When I first met Ryan, I had a boyfriend and was in a serious relationship, so I didn’t notice how ridiculously attractive he was. But now that I had broken up, I was as single as could be, always restless, always horny that I couldn’t help noticing every single detail about his physical looks. Ryan was one of those people who definitely lucked out in the genetics lottery. He was tall and lean and could easily pass as a swimwear model. He had a dimpled back, nice firm ass and his briefs always displayed the outline of his cock. I literally get hard just watching him walk around the room shirtless or in his briefs. He was the chill, friendly type who wasn’t always so conscious about his surroundings so he didn’t really notice. When I watch p**n, I can’t help but think about replaying those scenes with him in real life. At times, when he isn’t around, I jerk off in the bathroom with his image in my head or his I*******m photos. I know I shouldn’t be doing that but I just can’t help it. He’s so hot I don’t even think he realizes how much power he holds. One night, after drinking myself to a stupor with friends at a freshers’ party, I returned to my room, extremely drunk and feeling horny. Ryan was already asleep. He always sleeps naked for reasons best known to him. This time, he must have felt very hot while falling asleep because his blanket was pushed off his body and to the side of the bed and his naked body was on full display. Immediately, I got rock hard just by looking at him and wondering what it would feel like to fuck him in that state. So, I decided to take advantage of this moment not knowing if I’ll ever get the chance again. I tried to resist. But, “fuck it…” Eventually, my impulses took control and I found myself moving towards the bed and getting on it. Completely overrun by my urges, I hastily but quietly took off every piece of clothing I had on, now completely naked beside him. My heart was racing with so much excitement that it was hard to contain the thrill. I ran my fingers through his chest and stomach. They were so smooth and I could feel the muscles that strained restlessly beneath his skin. Even his flaccid cock was an impressive size and looked very appetizing. Gosh! How can someone be so perfect? I wrapped my hand around it and slowly started rubbing it up and down. When he didn’t wake up, I took the chance to taste it. He was a heavy sleeper so I wasn’t really that worried about him waking up and finding out I was doing this. I licked the head of his cock and slowly moved my mouth down his shaft and balls, taking in that musky, masculine scent. It felt so freaking good to finally have him after all this time of fantasizing about him. Wanting more, I knelt on the bed, lifted his hand, and placed it around my hard dick. I wrapped my fingers around his on my shaft and began jerking myself off. My breath quivered and chills ran through me just being subtly held by him. Deciding to risk it all, I went back to sucking his dick. A little more violently this time. He remained asleep but his dick started to get firm in my mouth and had grown about another two inches. I bet it could reach 8 to 10 inches when fully erect. I couldn’t get enough of his beautiful cock. I was literally gulping down on it, coating it with my saliva. As I continued to suck him off, he shifted slightly on the bed and mumbled his girlfriend’s name, telling her how good it felt. But inside, I only chuckled, knowing his girlfriend can’t suck him off as well as I do. My ex-boyfriend and I literally practiced sucking each other off every day. After about 10 minutes, I felt his dick start to throb and then felt his load shoot inside my mouth. It was so warm and tasty. I was so turned on and made sure to get every last drop of it. After he finished in my mouth, I went back to jerking myself off. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. My body shuddered uncontrollably and I held back my breath, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I burst with my release. I ended up cumming all over his stomach. Lowering myself, I made sure to lick it clean and swallowed as well before placing the blanket over him. That night, I didn’t bother washing off. I slept beside him on the bed with a big smile on my face. From time to time, I jerk and suck him off and he’s never woken up. Not even once!ELLISIt was Tuesday evening. The sky was pink and orange and slowly fading into the blue-grey of dusk. I drove out to the river with my window down, the wind whipping my hair against my face and my heart doing something stupid in my chest.The guy I’d been talking to for a few weeks had finally agreed to meet me, and I couldn’t have been more excited. This was going to be my first-ever in-person hookup since coming out, and I’d spent the entire day practically thinking about it. Couldn’t even sleep a wink last night.It started with the usual late-night messages, good morning texts, questions about hobbies, favourite colours, what music you fall asleep to, and all the little things people ask when they’re trying to get to know each other. Then came the dirty talk and view once photos—if you know what I mean. It’s not like we were sending back-to-back. It was just two, actually. One from me and one from him. I was kind of surprised he didn’t ask for more. The other guys I’d talked to
CODYSix. That’s how many times he released in my mouth—a number that seemed impossible, because I’d never known a man could come that much at a go.Suddenly, I started laughing, quietly, so nobody would hear and come in. I’d just sucked a stranger’s cock—the biggest cock I’d seen—in a mall bathroom, and somehow, I’d done a pretty decent job of it. I was proud of myself. I pushed my glasses up, lifted my chin, and felt a smile I’d never worn before spread across my face.“Boy. Have you done this before?” His voice came out strained, almost breathless from the other side, like he was still recovering from the aftershock of his release. I jolted from my reverie and answered fast. “No.”“Wow,” he breathed out, and I could hear the wonder in it. “That’s the best blowup I’ve had in months. Most people can’t take me comfortably because of my size, but you finished me off even though it’s your first time. I must say I’m quite impressed.”My cheeks heated and my head swelled until I thought
CODYI heard someone walk into the stall. He heard it too.My heart skipped a beat. His mouth pulled away. I scrambled up to my feet and hauled my shorts up, trying to breathe like a normal human being. My cock still stood out against the fabric like a flagpole in a storm, but the load I was seconds away from blowing had retreated somewhere behind my balls, trapped and aching.Fuck. This was the second time I’d been cut off. I could already feel how swollen and heavy my sac was, drawn up tight and throbbing. I needed to release sooner or later or else I might come down with a case of blue balls so bad I wouldn’t be able to sit on my bike for days. But then I noticed something was off. I lifted my eyes to the door and realized it was still closed. I thought someone walked into my stall. It turned out not to be the case.I heard the sound of piss from the stall beside mine, a long steady stream, then a flush, then the doors banging shut. Whoever walked in had used the stall before mi
CODY Glory hole. I think that’s what they called it. I’d seen it somewhere but couldn’t place where. Probably an online article or some kid whispering about it in a locker room. Well, it didn’t matter now. His wet mouth was still open against the hole, and I didn’t want to keep him waiting. So I shuffled up to the partition, bent my knees a little, and put my cock through. It was a tight fit. The wood pressed around the base of my shaft, snug and warm, and the head of me slid into the dark on the other side, straight into his waiting mouth before I was ready. He took me to the root on the very first draw. The sensation startled me completely; I made a sound I’d never made in my life—a punched-out moan I had to choke off with my fist pressed against my teeth. God, it was warm in there. So warm and wet, and he was hungry. Hungrier than any mouth had the right to be, like my cock was his first meal of the day. He swallowed me down and I twitched at the tight, greedy pull of him
CODYI let out a yelp and instinctively pushed back from the wall. This time, I fell flat on my arse, the back of my skull banging against the metal divider with a bright little burst of pain.“Ouch,” I winced, rubbing the back of my head to soothe the pain.This is what I get for being curious.Once I’d gathered myself and my eyes refocused behind my glasses, I found him still peering at me through that hole. His gaze was dark and patient and it didn’t blink. He simply watched me sitting there, as though he had all the time in the world.I froze.My heart was hammering so hard I could practically feel it in my throat. The only thought running through my head was: get up, get out, get on your bike and take the fastest route home.This was a disaster. A proper, full-blown disaster. I shouldn’t have looked again. And I certainly shouldn’t have allowed myself to get caught. Now, who knows what he was thinking. What he might do. I was already terrified, inventing every worst case scenario
CODY You’d think I was crazy the first time I sucked a random cock from a hole in a mall restroom. Well, I wasn’t. As a matter of fact, the only thing I regretted was not discovering that particular hole sooner. Now, I hope you’re somewhere comfortable and have no plans of judging me, because this isn’t exactly the kind of story you’d tell over Sunday dinner. It’s the kind that you keep to yourself. The kind that’ll leave you raising a few brows and questioning my sanity. But I promise you one thing: by the time I’m done, you’ll understand why I did what I did and why I never looked at that mall restroom the same way again. * * * It was the summer I turned eighteen. I remember riding a bike everywhere because I didn’t have a car, and because I had a hard-on that wouldn’t quit, and pedaling seemed to burn some of it off. That’s one of the downsides of being an early bloomer: you get horny constantly and most times, you don’t know what to do with all that pent-up energy becau







