Short Adult Stories Novels & Stories

Chapter 2: Sex with my best friend: Tale of a Bi- curious boy. Just to refresh memories, my name is Chris. I’m a bi-curious 19 year old with short, blonde hair. I’m about six feet tall with a nicely sculpted body. Skinny by nature, frisky by choice. My friend, Alex, is slightly shorter and skinnier than I am; again with blonde hair and a few muscles here and there.

~Xavier’s POV I’m Xavier Hunt, nineteen, and if there’s one thing you should know about me it’s that I live to fuck. Holes, lips, curves, older women, eager classmates… it doesn’t matter. I’m a hole-fucker, through and through, and I don’t even bother hiding it. I left my last school for… reasons. Let’s just say the principal and three of her staff got a little too attached to me, and things got messy. Not my fault they couldn’t handle me, not my fault their husbands or boyfriends found out.

Then she got dressed in her sweaters and coat and rushed out, yelling over her shoulder she needed to get her “brats.” That night I went home, got into bed, and fantasized about Eva, on her knees sucking my cock, I squeezed and stroked my balls for a few minutes and my thick cock reached its full 7 inches. I stroked it hard for about 30 seconds and blew a tremendous load into my foreskin, licking my fingers carefully, enjoying the taste of my own cum, another story I may share in the future. A couple of days later Eva sent me a text inviting me over, “the kids haven’t seen their Uncle Frank in ages.”

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

“You won’t because I’m going to teach you.” He looked up, his blue eyes darkening with wild, unrestrained lust. “Tell me about the first time,” he said, his tongue snaking out to slid along his lower lip. “The first time I was fucked in the ass?” I asked and he nodded. “Well, I was about sixteen, I think. One of my boyfriends was curious and so was I so we grabbed some lube and condoms and just experimented. It wasn’t the earth-shattering experience I was expecting but it got progressively better as we kept at it. Now I love it. There’s nothing like having a fat cock stretching your ass and filling it up with cum. You ought to try it sometime.”

In here we’re just us. “Another game?” Cole asks me. “Only if we’re playing for something more interesting than money.” “Like what?” “I don’t know. Truth or dare. Strip pool. Something that doesn’t involve me watching you win again.” Nash laughs from the bar. “Strip pool? What are we, seventeen?” “We literally are seventeen.” “You know what I mean. That’s some high school party shit.” Xavier looks up from his phone. “I’d play strip pool.” “Of course you would,” Cole says. “You’d use it as an excuse to be naked.”

Chapter 1 Zara’s POV “You fucking prick, it landed on you again?” I snapped, glaring at Kai across the cheap coffee table littered with empty beer bottles. My cheeks were already burning from the last two spins and now this stupid bottle was pointing straight at him for the third time tonight. We were both twenty, stuck sharing this tiny apartment because our parents decided to get married and play happy family, and every single day was just nonstop fighting. Tonight the fighting had turned into this dumb drunk game of spin the bottle after he dared me, saying I was too uptight to ever let loose.

He was spacing out with a somber expression. Anderson quietly turned to Suit, waiting for the demon to state his question. “Never mind. I already have my answer. Besides, like you said. It doesn’t matter. She’s already burning in hell anyways. So, shall we begin the next story? I believe you’ve rested enough?” Anderson nodded his head, ignoring the bit about Miss. Agnes burning in hell. He did not exactly care. That story was over. The kids were fine and made something of themselves. No matter what, he would most likely choose the same path. He could not guarantee a different approach would work. Most important, the story was over, and he was moving on.

They all gave them gifts and all seated to have a chat like old times. "Mamu (maternal uncle) please tell us a story, like old times," Aashi said with puppy dog eyes "yes papa tell us na we all want to hear something," Manasvi said "ohk fine," Her father said and tap his chin like he is thinking something "hmm I got a perfect story, let's start children, this story will change your views and don't repeat the things they did." her father said

She kisses me back with shy eagerness. The End (or is it only the beginning?) That is it for my short story about Lilly and Mr. Storm. I hope that you liked to read it as much as I liked to write it.