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Growing Up Gay
Growing up, I always knew that I was different than the other boys in my grade. I was never into football or any sports for that matter regardless of how many I participated in, and I always preferred befriending the girls in my grade. My masculinity was always questioned especially in my middle school years when sexuality became a prominent topic and my differences started to shine through. Self-discovery is one of the hardest things someone has to go through in their college years, but being a gay teenager, that process had to come way earlier for me.
By Gage Robinson8 years ago in Filthy
A Simple Crush Gone Dirty
I was at a bar with some colleagues from work after a long day. I was wearing a rose gold velvet tank top with spaghetti straps and lace trimmings; low cut enough to show off just the right amount of cleavage. I had paired it with some tight grey skinny jeans and a black leather jacket. I wore the outfit for him. His name was Colin Barter. He was my crush from the office. I would occasionally catch him checking me out, and I’m not going to lie, I really liked it when he looked at me the way he did. I figured if I dressed sexy enough, I could maybe catch him looking at me again.
By Laurel Wood8 years ago in Filthy
Panty Droppers
Black Coffee "Hi, my name is Clarissa. What would you like this morning, ma'am?" I look up at the young and pretty barista with an easy smile on my face. "Hi, there. I'd like a coffee, black, please. My morning's a bit tedious, I need to liven it up a bit before I go back to work." Sitting at a table by the window, I continue typing out my report. I have exactly thirty minutes to do this, drink my coffee, before I can drive back to the firm and then have to be in court at noon.
By Sarah Toussaint8 years ago in Filthy
The Proposition Pt 4
I let the towel fall on the bathroom floor and follow him into the bedroom. My heart is still racing from the orgasm Mr. Alexander just gave me. He kept calling himself daddy in the bathroom so I decided to follow suit. "Where do you want me, daddy?" He turns around, his eyes are ablaze. I've got him interested, if not full out excited. He tugs at his swollen dick and motions me to the bed, "Over there, get on the bed. Let your head hang off." I do as I'm told and lay down on the bed and dangle my head over the edge. As I get into position I can see daddy's upside down figure getting undressed. When he is done he walks up to me and bends down, so that we are face to face. "I cannot fuck you like I want for another week, so I am going to have to put your mouth to work." I nod in agreement, but I have clearly done something wrong. "Excuse me?" He stares me down waiting for me to correct myself but I am unsure of what I did wrong. "What? I said ok, I will give you head until I'm good to fuck." Again, I am wrong, but this time I get punished. He whips me around onto my stomach and spanks me hard. I almost jump out of my skin but I am unable to move, he has a hand pressed into my back. "When you address me you will call me daddy or sir do you understand?" He waits for my response. "Yes, sir!" I shout. He rubs my ass where he had spanked me before returning to his original spot in front of me. I didn't know what to expect when I got here but I know now that I am not into being spanked like that. I will suck it up this time, but I make a mental note to bring it up again when I am fully clothed. He stands there straddling me, his giant cock on my face. I stare at it and can see it jump and twitch every so often. I begin to play with myself and like clockwork it begins twitching and jumping again. He is aroused, he wants me. I can feel it, just like I had with so many of my other Johns. He wants me to make the first move, to grab it and wrap my lips around it but I will not. I will make him wait, I will torture him the way he did me in the bathtub. I keep playing with myself with one hand and stimulating my nipples with the other. His dick starts to ooze pre-cum and I know I've got him. He can't take anymore. He reaches down and grabs a handful of my hair, keeping my head in place, he forces his cock into my hungry mouth. I take it willingly, relaxing my throat to let all of him in. I shield my teeth with my lips and begin sucking. His grip tightens on my hair. "Don't stop until I cum," he growls through gritted teeth. I keep my eyes on him and am able to manage a "yes daddy," between sucks. It drives him crazy. His hips start to thrust and I can feel his long, thick, cock push further and further down my throat. He starts pumping faster and I gag. I keep my throat relaxed so I don't throw up. I'm still playing with my nipples as he fucks my mouth when I look up at him. He's watching me closely and intently. His eyes dart back and forth between my hard, brown, nipples and my face. He sees me staring at him, wide-eyed, mouth as wide as I can open it and he likes what he sees. "I'm going to cum, I want you to swallow it." His eyes are closed as he manipulates his dick further down my throat. My eyes begin to water and I gag but I keep going, I'm actually anxious for him to shoot his load into my belly. I reach behind my head and cup his balls, his body tenses and he lets out an audible growl. "I'm going to cum!" My heart races and I tighten my grip. "Here. It. Comes." He is breathing hard now and I can start to taste the familiar thick, salty, taste of cum. It explodes in my mouth and trickles down my throat. It is so much, I start to choke but remember to relax and let it make its way down into my stomach. I keep sucking until he is dried out and finally pulls himself out of my mouth. "Open up your mouth," he demands. I do as I am told opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue to expose my teeth and confirming that I have swallowed every last drop. Not that I had a choice, he was so far down my throat there was no way I could have saved anything if I wanted to.
By V.E Sanders8 years ago in Filthy
You're Mine, Tennis Slut
I want you to hear my mind. I want my thoughts to penetrate your brain so deep you cannot focus on anything else. Feel what I feel. I want you to feel the burn of my loins. I sit by the green mesh fence listening to your grunts every time you swing for the ball and I wait for my run. The ball is dropped and I run with a hunched back across the middle of the court, collect the ball, and sniff it tacitly. If I can do so discreetly without being seen I will lick it, lick the sweat of your hard work from the round object and imagine it wedged in your mouth while I tie you to the umpire’s chair for everyone to see. They will all see you for the vulgar little skank that you are. I will display you with your legs strapped wide open so everyone can look in and know that your pussy is ragged. Your skirt is too short. The ends of your perfectly ironed white pleats barely touch the crease in your ass cheek. You little slut. I want you to feel my cock head pushing into your mouth and bruising the inside of your cheek. I want you to feel my erection, the one I get every time I run to collect your dropped ball. Each time you raise your arm to serve I want you to feel my tongue lapping up the sweat from your armpit. When you walk onto the court I want you to feel my eyes bore into your skin. I want you to know in your subconscious each time when I perform my onanism over you at home in my den, a picture of you in my hand. Every time I soil that piece of paper with your face on it I want you to feel the dampness of my vile seed on your nose and chin. I want you to know that I am obsessed with you and I want you to feel unnerved and cold in your bones. When you leave the court covered in perspiration I am the one who walks closely behind you towards the changing rooms, turning off at the last minute to walk into the men’s room next door. I am the one who smells your towels. I am the one who scatters your clothes across the changing room floor so you have to run around naked collecting them up while I peep through the crack in the wall. I am your worst nightmare and you are my disgusting wet dream. You dance across the court as you play with deliberate pseudo gracefulness and femininity which gloats like a neon sign towards my direction. You cannot pretend to me you are an innocent girl. You are a promiscuous, dirty, tennis playing slut. You don’t know it yet but you will fear me. You will not know for a long time that your stalker is your ball boy. I am so close to you every day. I hang around in the background and look on with a vague sympathetic face as I listen in to your complaints. Concerns you tell your opponent about the feeling you have when you are changing in the changing rooms. The feeling you have that you are being watched. Not being able to sleep at night convinced there is someone lurking in the bushes outside your house. There is. That person is me. One day you will feel my breath close to your skin. One day you will know my name. One day you will no longer look at the poor ball boy (who won’t amount to much) with a patronising fake smile. I want you, tennis slut. One day you will be mine.
By Ava Sheridon8 years ago in Filthy
Loner's Retreat: Angelina & Julie, Part 4
JULIE Crack Crack Crack The ear-shattering sharp sounds of a handgun being fired near her ear made it hard for Julie to focus and gain the upper-hand against her assailant. He'd been the only one who'd gotten close enough to end her life with three gun shot wounds to her chest and all she could do was close her eyes and wait for the last bullet to finish her off. Soon, she'd be dead and this would all end.
By Sharlene Alba8 years ago in Filthy
The Proposition Pt 3
I slumped into the chair in my living room feeling very accomplished. I had finished all of my errands early and had nothing to do for the rest of the day before getting ready to go to work later on tonight. I was living a pretty comfortable life, not like some of the other hookers that lived five people to a room or had to give up what little self-worth they had to live with a pimp. My bills were always late and I had resorted to sucking my land lord's dick when I was short on the rent, but I was on my own. I had food to eat, lights, and even a few pieces of furniture; I was doing alright. I was beginning to doze when there was a knock on the door. I'm never expecting anyone, but I get up anyway to answer, "Hold on, hold on, I'm coming. Rico, if this is you, you're going to pay me! I wasn't short on rent and I don't give head for free."
By V.E Sanders8 years ago in Filthy
Hottest Australian Porn Stars
Australia's known for many great things, including sexy accents, koalas, deliciously savory Vegemite sandwiches, and some of the best beaches in the world. Despite all the perks, a lot of folks might be a bit nervous going to this country because of the scary critters like spiders and snakes that are also known for inhabiting this island country.
By Caesar Finkle8 years ago in Filthy
