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Chapter 1 Wet Backstage Cravings Lena's pov I dated a celebrity and it was the worst mistake I ever made. He’s a celebrity in Spain, he’s a musician. His name is Jayden. I met him at an event. The lights were dim backstage, the air thick with perfume, sweat, and the faint buzz of champagne glasses clinking. I stood there in my tight black leather gown, feeling the fabric hug every curve as I scanned the room. He came to perform.

This story is from back when I was in school. My first threesome if I am remembering correctly. Met this woman and her husband at a bar and got invited back to their hotel. The moment Kathy stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching thong, my cock twitched so hard I nearly spilled my wine.

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

I came over and over for a long time, with my face still in T's soft crotch and stomach. It was over, so intense… J's big beautiful meat was limp now and he slid out of my ass. Afterwards I got on my knees and kept sucking off T. He masterbated when he was close, stuck his cock back in my mouth and filled it up with his hot cum. I swallowed all that. We all felt so nice getting dressed and walking back to our vehicles. It felt like I was enjoying some kind of special secret doing this, something that only gay guys get to do.

"But I'm curious. You keep saying you love Adam, but why does it look like you're having so much fun with all those other men?" "Argh!!! It's none of your business! I'm going to kill you, Renee!!!" Kayla kept shrieking. "Oh, but you've already lost, and you're going to jail soon. What can you really do about it?" Renee kept gloating before gasping, as if she had just remembered something. "Oh, that reminds me—back when you were still abroad, you had five abortions and… twenty-seven boyfriends. Just so you know, I have videos of your orgies, so tell me: what would happen if I posted all that stuff online?"

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He told me that some men like to watch their cum spray onto their cocksucker's tongue and how sometimes they like to shove it balls-deep and cum right down the throat. After we had chatted for several weeks, he asked if I thought I was ever going to really give it a try. I told him I didn't know, that the thought of actually doing it was scary and that I wasn't gay. He told me that by chatting with me, he could tell I was the perfect boy to be a cocksucker and that I should try it.

“I wouldn’t even care if it was my Mum. Not that she’s ever about long enough.” “I watched this porno where the stepmom walks in on the guy wanking and offers to help,” was Jamie’s random input. “You watch straight people porn?” Kayla frowned at him. “Straight people watch gay porn, don’t they? A penis is a penis,” Jamie shrugged. This made the others laugh. They seemed to love Jamie’s little stories and insights. “So,” Jamie turned to Adam, ignoring the others. He often did this, as though he knew Adam wasn’t impressed with him and desperately wanted to gain him as one of his little following. It was annoying. “Did you hear about that teenage gangster who murdered those sex traffickers?”

Perhaps my face shows how high I think of him, he smiles as he adds, "After some time, you get used to it." "I guess," I shrug, "Are you a top or a bottom?" Obviously he's a top. The way he fucked my face, oh my God, he's a fucking top. Top top top. "I'm a switch." "There's a switch too?" Excuse me, he's the first gay guy I've ever had such honest conversation with. All my gay friends are more interested at being my stylist rather than comparing notes on how to fuck men better. "Meaning I can be both."

Her lips are as dry as can be. “But he can’t,” I add softly. She doesn’t move. So I try something else. “You wanna hear a stupid story?” She shrugs. “Back in Atlanta, I once got caught sleeping with a councilwoman’s daughter. Not caught in bed, thank God, but caught enough. She left her bra in my gym bag. Security found it while checking for weapons at the club entrance.” Dorothy blinks. I continue. “She had a thing for public sex. I had a thing for not saying no to anything with boobs and a membership card. It was a disaster waiting to happen.”