Right - Sex Stories

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... room. “I’m texting so I don’t embarrass myself with you. This fucking story is so hot, this shit you write is so real… and, well… if you wanna help, or join me… you know where I am. Worst case, I’m gone in a day and a half. My mind raced. This was one of those moments you think will never come. I texted back one word: “Serious?” His response came. “I’d love to try. See if it’s better than before. If it’s weird, we can stop. But… you might be the right one..” My cock was rigid, thumping and drooling and I’d barely even noticed. In the nerves of the moment, I was stupidly trying to decide whether to text him back first or just walk in and start something. One more text came in with this photo - of him stretched out on the back bed, his bared nipple and torso and his very alluring ass. Fuck. one look and I knew then that I wanted him. I wanted to be buried deep in that tempting round ass; that lush ass that was right now being offered freely. I texted back: “What, no cock?” “I have one, but I’m not a cock shot whore. Cum and get it, If you want.” I almost started to laugh. We were just a hallway apart, flirting over our phones and both stroking very hungry hard meat, waiting for perhaps the right signals to ignite. I wrote back: “On my way. Don’t move.” I walked in to see him in the photo pose. It was just fucking perfect. I’d thought to even bring some lube on the way, which I dropped on the floor when I sat next to his half naked body. I knew what I wanted. It was him. All of ...

... him. ’This one’, I thought to myself, ‘might just be the right one. The right one to see how much I really want this in my sexual arsenal.’ “Fucking nice ass you have”, I said sincerely. “Lemme see the rest.” He turned just enough. His cock was perfect. Nice thickness, nice length. A perfect meal for any opening. “So….” he hummed, “Wanna… try some…things?” “I wanna”, and I punctuated the answer with a warm hand wrap about his shaft. The silk and steel feel of him in my palm sent a shock wave of wanton fire through my veins, and spun my brain into just the right fever mode for this new breach of sexual custom. I wasn’t quite sure where to start, because it was like a gourmet meal awaiting me, looking all too delicious. Where to begin? Then I had an idea, and gently said, “I’d hate to interrupt your reading, so… just go back to it. I’ll ‘help’ as you so brilliantly suggested. * There was something so intensely intimate about what we began to do. He went back to reading one of my longer, dirtier MMF bi sex stories, and in the mix, we half consciously began stripping and pawing one another. I slipped behind him once we were both naked, and slowly stroked his gorgeous cock as he read my story, silently at first. But now and then, he would re-read a heated passage to me aloud, and I’d ramp up the cock play to hear his voice falter and wobble, while I nipped and kissed his naked shoulders. With every stroke and every taste of his skin, I wanted him more. My body couldn’t seem to get ...