Smut For Guys Novels & Stories

My buddy, Jayden Jenkins, has come over to my place again to mooch a free meal. It is scorching hot outside, and I am sweating over the stove in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Jayden is lounging in the air-conditioned living room. After biting the tip off a strawberry, he pulls my wife, Willow Simpson, into his arms and casually pops the rest into her mouth. "Here, Willow. Help me finish it," he says with a wicked grin. "It's rare enough that this cheap bastard Caius finally buys strawberries. Now he'll complain that I wasted one if I don't finish it." I wipe the sweat from my forehead and glance toward the living room, just in time to see Willow swallow the half-eaten strawberry. The thing

"Well, there's this girl I like, but it seems she doesn't want to pair me up with her. I think she finds someone else most suitable for this girl, instead of me who loves her the most. Is that logical, or in any way romantic?" I waited for the usual laugh and cocky smile that followed after every one of his jokes but none came. His wavering stare held mine, squarely. Not even giving a slip of a smile. "You're serious?" "Of course, I am." "Fuck!" I gasped, but quickly slapped a hand over my mouth. Smith broke into a stifled laugh. "I didn't know you could cuss so well." "Nah, I don't. It was a mistake. I was too shocked," I explained nervously. My prim ass was taunting me for cussing so loudl

“You don't have to be a prude, Preppy.” “I'm not a prude,” he passed the blunt, blowing smoke into the air. He shifted his weight, holding up what was left in the small pouch, “and what's with the lube?”

I said with some swagger. Scott then teased “I saw that man bun - Did you guys discuss similar hair care product?” He said with a smirk. “Wait is this some Fabio type mother fucker? Are you for real?” Grady asked sharply. “What?! No! Not even a little!” I responded with a chuckle. Scott always being the voice of reason said “Well was he a nice guy? Or am I the only one without ‘hemp sex’ on my weekly bingo card?” “I don’t know, Grady - his nipples weren’t pierced but he had gauges… that’s kind of the same thing right?” I asked sarcastically. “Not even a little - girls with nipple piercings do the most wild and kinky shit without much convincing. Guys with gauges just wants to ride a fucking

I felt my face burning with embarrassment at having to explain this. “It’s a swelling at the base of my cock that happens when I’m inside you, and it locks us together for a few hours depending on how strong the mating instinct is, and it’s meant to ensure conception by keeping my cum inside you so nothing spills out.” I rushed out, then watched her face carefully for any sign of fear or disgust, but she just looked aroused. “That sounds…intense,” she whispered. “It is,” I admitted. “And there’s also something called a rut, where the need to breed becomes overwhelming, and I lose most of my higher thinking and just become focused on mating and knotting you over and over until the rut passes,

Ruck me, maul me, make me scrum, is emblazoned on the front and it’s my lucky shirt that hasn’t seen much luck lately, at least not the lady kind. The Slam as a team, in general, has seen a lot of luck lately. A few sweet endorsement deals have helped pay the mortgage on the facility, and we’re in a good place for another season. A few days ago I finished filming a commercial, so my now-swelling hands won’t be a problem. It will fade before the next deal. The swelling in my dick will be a problem if I don’t take care of it soon. Holding up a can of shaving cream with a hard dick won’t go over well with our endorsers. Three months without a woman, and I’m in bad shape. I haven’t done the dick

Lenox pov “Do you guys have mutated dust here? I swear, my balls feel like someone’s brushing sandpaper against them,” I groan and reach into my pants to ease the itch. As I relieve the annoying sensation, both men turn their gazes on me. “What?” I snap at the morons who stare at me in disgust. “Don’t tell me you haven’t seen a guy scratch his balls before. Come on; it’s the most natural thing to do. Besides, it’s not like I have an STD or anything. And for your information, no, I don’t plan to fuck you, so my itch stays where it belongs – in my pants.” I grin and carry on with my business.

He’s wearing a smug look of triumph. “Uh, no actually. Your nighttime activities gave us a migraine. Smalls had to help us out.” Kota says wrapping an arm around my waist as Lil spits out and Jena chokes on their first sips of coffee. “Ah! Wha..?” “Please try to keep your link closed when you are having s*x. It’s inappropriate and disrespectful to whomever you’re with.” Cam follows behind. “How dare y..” Kevin starts, but Cam cuts him off with a hand up.

The toilet had a large puddle of cum, blood, spit and lube and I cleaned my self and flushed. I went to open the safe and took out my phone and popped a cough drop in for my sore throat. I had gotten a whole bunch of messages from guys asking for pictures and instructions. A few messages said, on my way, or something dirty, like I'm going to destroy that hole. One guy said he's coming and he's bringing his friends. Another guy said I wouldn't be able to handle him if I was conscious so this was perfect. He also sent a dick pic of his giant 9-in dick. This made my dick hard which hurt because my prostate was so sore.

Adam said. “My prick is so tiny, it gets ejected out of my girlfriends vagina anytime she contracts during sex. She got irritated eventually and now she makes me use sex toys to pleasure her, and comes off grinding my testicles against her pussy. How I position for that to happen is so demeaning, you don't want to know” Michael admitted and some of the other guys laughed. “And now you, Jerry.” Anna yawned and shook her head. “If I don't shave my pubic hair for two months, my prick becomes totally hidden under my bush” Jeremiah said quickly, as if rapping it will make it less heard or less embarrassing. But luckily for him, no one laughed.