Elle and I had been dating for six months, our love burning bright and passionate. To celebrate, we decided to escape for a weekend at a charming bed-and-breakfast nestled by a lake in the Ozarks. The entire drive, Elle seemed nervous, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She teased me with hints of a surprise, saying only, “You’ll find out,” followed by her dazzling smile. No matter how much I pried, she kept her secret, le...

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental and unintended. I had just turned 22, an openly gay femboy—short, cute, with a bubble butt that often drew attention. My job at the insurance agency was pretty mundane, but it paid the bills. We took turns working late, and today was my shift. As the clock ticked closer to closing, a customer walked in—a hulking figure,...

Elle and I had been dating for a few months, and every moment with her felt like a gift. She was everything I could have dreamed of—smart, funny, fiercely sexual, and with a body that left me speechless. Our connection wasn’t just physical; it was emotional and intellectual, a rare blend that made me feel like the luckiest man alive. She’d been away at a conference for a week, and the distance only amplified my longing fo...

My eyes open as I relive the night before, my erection growing at the thought. I reach for my phone; it’s 6:30 a.m. I should probably leave before I overstay my welcome. Quietly, I slip out from under her covers, grab my underwear, and start sliding them over my firm backside. I hear a catcall and turn to see my queen lying in bed, naked, her legs spread, revealing her gorgeous pussy. “You’re leaving?” she asks, her pouty...

I’m thirty-five, and life’s thrown me for a loop. Fifteen years in the military, a straight-up soldier, married to my high school sweetheart—my world was set, disciplined, predictable. But now? Divorced, medically retired, and sporting a dad bod with a full head of graying hair and a beard I’m damn proud of. I still hit the gym, but I’m not the chiseled grunt I was at twenty. Life’s different now, and I’m adrift in a worl...

A couple of months had passed, and Patrick and I were lying in bed, edging each other. I was on my back, legs lifted, with him between my thighs, licking and fingering my ass. As I reached down to stroke myself, he slapped my hand away. “No touching,” he snapped. I giggled and replied, “Yes, sir,” in a playful, stern tone. “Tell me about a fantasy you have,” he said, burying his face between my cheeks. “Mmm, fuck, it’s so...

Two weeks had flown by with Patrick and me fucking and sucking each other everywhere we found ourselves: a mall changing room, a restaurant bathroom, a basement in a church—don’t ask about that one. It was like a challenge for us. I was addicted to his cock, and his touch sent me over the edge. He was so strong and loving; every day felt like a dream. We decided it was time to tell our parents, and we chose to start with...

I wake up wrapped in Patrick’s strong arms, his rock-hard cock pressing against my thick ass. I smile, wiggling my hips against him, teasing his length. He moans softly, kisses my neck, and whispers, “Good morning.” “Mmm, Patrick, ready for another round?” I purr. He climbs on top of me, our lips crashing together, tongues wrestling in a heated dance. We moan into each other’s mouths, our cocks rubbing together, sending s...

When I was 22, I lived with my best friend, Patrick. He was tall, skinny, very attractive, and fit--a long-time swimmer. Me? I was short, a little chubby, and I've always had a really great ass--thick and juicy. We were going through a dry spell, and after another night where we both failed to hook up with any girls, we were sitting on the couch having a couple of beers. "Dude, I'm so horny," Patrick said. "Yeah, me too,"...