Funny Feelings Novels & Stories

It feels weird to jerk off another mans dick but I like the feeling of it. Tony gets faster and sloppier as I'm thrown over the edge into the condom. My body shakes a little as I cum loudly. Jack screams out his pleasure at the same time as me as clenches his ass around me which makes me see stars. Tony cums after us both and then stops his movements. I stay still as he pulls out and moves away so I can get out of Jack. Me and Tony get rid of our condoms as we all catch our breath. "So do you think you're gay?" Jack asks with a smirk.

“You are funny.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “I am also traumatized. I almost got eaten by wolves. I fell off a cliff. I ran through ghost trees. I saw dead people walking like they were on a normal stroll. And now I am talking to a naked stranger. So yes. I am funny. It is a coping mechanism.” She laughed. Actually laughed. Which annoyed me. “You think this is funny?” I demanded. “Yes.” “This is not funny. This is the worst day of my life.”

“Why do I feel like you just wanted to talk about your male best friend right now?” The words hit something tender in my chest. And I felt a wave of acute embarrassment and shame. “I…that's not…” “I'm just kidding,” he laughed, looking genuinely amused. “I'm sorry, that was a bad joke. Dang, you're making me nervous.” I gulped, feeling some of my embarrassment ease off. “I'm usually very good with women, Anyta.” Jamie murmured. He leaned forward, his eyes scanning my face intently, “why do I feel so much like a fish out of water right now?”

I feel the laughter bubbling up in my chest. “Well… fuck me!” THE END

“Holy shit. Yeah, I felt it. That’s… weird. And kind of funny. And kind of hot? Is that bad?” “It’s terrible,” I tell him, still giggling even as another wave of pleasure rolls through me. “We’re both going to hell. Or jail. Or both. But don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m so close and I haven’t felt this good in months without someone yelling at me or correcting me or telling me how to stand and smile.”

“Why did you not laugh?” Fay slowly got to her feet and cast a patronizing glance at Mina. "How do you feel about that? Is your joke truly funny? Check to see who is still laughing among those in attendance. Furthermore, a joke isn't considered a joke if it doesn't make the person telling it laugh,” After pausing, she went on, "It is called having a foul mouth." Everyone's odd eyes shifted to Mina as Fay said these words. Mina’s cheeks abruptly turned scarlet, and her eyes were full of hate as she gave Fay a scathing glance.

She leans up on her elbow, “I can feel it, you know. The desperation.” I stop breathing. I know she gets those weird feelings, but I don’t know what I did. I didn’t mean to push it on her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was doing anything.” I’m suddenly worried that I did something wrong. She’s never gotten one of those weird feelings that she gets around me. At least, I don’t think. She’s never said anything before. All of a sudden she starts quietly giggling. Actual giggles. I love that sound, it means she happy, it means nothing is wrong. But I still don’t understand why it’s funny.

“Don’t apologize. I’m glad you told me.” She sniffed, her nose turning pink. Laughed again, this time watery and choked with emotion. “You’re gonna make me cry in public, bitch.” “Same.” I sniffed. We sat there for a minute, crying and laughing at the same time, tears mixing with smiles, people at the next table glancing over and then politely looking away. It felt ridiculous. It felt good. It felt ridiculous, absurd, like something out of a cheesy movie. It felt good, cathartic, like a weight had been lifted from both of our shoulders.

If it’s sorry, shove it up your ass. “I am sorry for pranking you, it’s just a little tradition I do for any new guest ” she apologized laying her head on my chest “Apology accepted “ I reply as she drift out of consciousness I stare at her, wondering which kid could be bullying her in school. It obvious they make fun of her dead mum, I will have a word with Reece about this later. Bullying is very wrong and can cause depression. The way she held me reminded me of how I held my mum when I was little before she kicked the bucket