Gay, lesbian and straight erotic stories

Quand je suis arrivé, la porte était ouverte, comme il me l’avais dit dans son texto. J’ai avancé jusqu’au fond du couloir et j’ai trouvé, à droite, la salle de bain comme indiquée. J’y ai fait une halte, le temps de me changer et de me maquiller, puis une fois métamorphosée en salope, j’ai de de nouveau emprunté le couloir pour rejoindre la deuxième porte sur la gauche, à laquelle j’ai toqué doucement, comme convenu. Une voix sourde m’a invité à entrer et à refermer see the rest

Ten days went by without my having any further news from my friend Mathieu's father. He had come into my life by surprise, without my expecting it or having the time to grasp what was happening. And now I missed him. In the evening I jerked off, thinking of his thick cock coming and going between my lips. Twice I took a detour through the park toilets. But my hope of meeting him there was disappointed. The first time, there was no one there. The second, I had to settle for the flaccid cock of a little see the rest

A friend had invited me to spend the night at his house. Despite our late bedtime, I had woken up early, and to let him sleep peacefully, I went downstairs in search of some breakfast. I often went to his house and I knew where to find what I needed in the kitchen, which was usually deserted at this hour, because these parents both left for work very early. But that morning, I found my friend's father there, in a dressing gown, finishing his bowl in the strong, heady smell of coffee that filled the see the rest

Tout juste majeur, c’était l’une des premières fois que je m’aventurais dans l’une de ces backrooms déguisées en cinéma permanent. La salle sentait la javel et le sperme, auxquels se mêlaient des relents de sueur et d’après-rasage bon marché. La clientèle entièrement masculine occupaient à intervalles réguliers les banquettes de moleskines tâchées et usées qui s’alignaient face à l’écran sur lequel un projecteur vidéo plaquaient les images crues d’un porno mainstream. see the rest

Nice little afternoon in a sauna where I used to do it at the time. I had spotted a guy like quadra virile, beautiful pecs and white threads on the temples, and rather well-hung, and I hoped to succeed in satisfying him with my mouth. So when he went to sit in the movie theater, I followed him. It was a fairly large room, with a big screen and sort of stepped benches against the opposite wall, with three floors leading up to the top. He settled on the second tier, around the middle of the bench, see the rest

At the end of training, we always met all the guys in the locker room, to shower and change. It was a doubly painful moment, because I was ashamed to get naked in front of others, finding myself too short, too thin, not muscular enough, especially not well enough endowed by nature ... and because I was afraid as the others noticed the way I was glancing stealthily at their cocks, all longer and thicker than mine, dreading what they might think of the way I was doing. The one who caught my eye the see the rest

It was early morning. I had just spent the night with a guy who had invited me for a transvestite plan. We had spent the evening fucking, then we were asleep together. But he had to get up early for work, so at half past six, after giving him one last blowjob, I gathered my slutty outfit in a bag, got dressed in civilian clothes, and we said to each other at the - see him in front of his house. I was still poorly awake, my mouth mushy and still full of the bitter taste of his semen. A few steps away see the rest

It was one of the first times I had ventured out dressed as a girl. It was a warm, sunny June evening, and I dressed lightly, pulling only a short skirt and a low cut top over my sexy lace underwear. I had taken care of my make-up, light but a little provocative, with a very bright lipstick, and my hairstyle, to be as feminine as possible.At nightfall, I got on my bike and crossed the still lively streets to the citadel park, where the undergrowth served, in the evening, as meeting places for all see the rest

In my early twenties, I moved to Paris and started to discover gay saunas. For the little provincial that I was, it was the perfect place to indulge in the new passion that I had long restricted in me and to which I was now giving free rein: sucking cocks. And with my small build, my belated teenage face and my little ass, I usually didn't have too much trouble finding one. At first, I was modestly hiding with the guy who had flashed on me in the booths provided for this purpose, but I quickly realized see the rest