College, work, home, college, work, and home. Day after day. This synthesizes my whole life. I’m not complaining because it makes me happy, but sometimes you want something more. Something exciting that could change your perception of your entire life.
It was Saturday morning, and I chose to make something different that day. I woke up early and decided to take a walk around town. It was chilly outside, so I wore extra clothes and headed out. Once I got there, everything seemed different than usual: people were smiling and laughing like they didn’t have anything else better to do; shops looked brighter than ever before; even cars had nicer paint jobs. Walking through the city center, I saw two guys sitting together and talking while drinking coffee. They both wore black leather jackets over their shirts and jeans. They also sported long hair and beards, making me wonder if one of them might be gay or bi. That thought crossed my mind as I continued walking down the street.
After several steps, I noticed another group of boys standing beside each other near an ice cream shop. There must’ve been five or six of them altogether. All of these groups appeared to be friends. Each person here was looking at the others with smiles on their face. The atmosphere reminded me of summer camp, where everyone would gather to play sports, go swimming, hang out, and eventually gather together, only to fuck and suck cocks and pussies. My imagination started running wild, imagining myself being part of such a group. I fantasized about joining those sexy men and having sex with them. A few minutes later, I arrived at an adult store nearby. Inside the store, I saw many dildo-like toys hanging on the walls. Some looked realistic enough to make you believe they’re real penises! Next to the display window were posters showing naked women covered in cum. These images aroused me further, making my pussy throb.
I spent some time browsing through the store. Then suddenly, I felt someone staring at me from behind. I turned around and saw one guy staring at me without saying anything. He had brown hair and blue eyes. His smile revealed straight white teeth. For a moment, I wondered whether he was checking me out or simply admiring some products nearby. Either way, I enjoyed the attention and smiled back at him. We exchanged glances for a few seconds until we finally said hello. After exchanging names, I asked him why did he stare at me? To my surprise, the answer was simple: “You look good.” At first, I was shocked by how forward and honest he was, but soon I realized that this compliment made me feel comfortable and praised. I liked his boldness and confidence. When I told him, “Thank you,” he asked, “Are you single?” Without thinking, I answered, “Yes.” He nodded and gave me a big smile. Then he said, “Well, maybe I’ll see you around sometime.” He left with that.
A minute later, I spotted him returning from the entrance carrying a large box of sex toys. He paid for it with cash, leaving the receipt on the counter. Before heading out, I asked him again: “By the way… Are you single too?”. Besides, he replied immediately: “Yes.”
That’s when I felt he wanted to meet me again. So I followed him outside, and he was there, waiting for me. “Hey, wait!” I stopped and looked at him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. On it was a phone number written down. In addition, there was a message: ‘Call me anytime.’ I couldn’t help noticing how nervous he was. I took the note and read its contents.
I don’t have to say that I called on the same day.
We talked briefly. Soon, we agreed to meet at a local bar for drinks. As expected, he showed up wearing the same clothes as earlier. He stood tall with broad shoulders. His muscles bulged under tight t-shirts. His chest was smooth. He had short hair with slight sideburns along the sides. Overall, he looked great.
As we sat at the table, he ordered us drinks. Our conversation went smoothly and quickly. He mentioned that he used to live in New York City. When I heard this, I became curious. Why did he leave NYC? I asked. He explained that he had moved here to escape his ex-girlfriend. Apparently, they dated since high school and broke up recently. While living together, they used to have sex almost every day. But lately, things have changed between them. Things got boring and routine. He even tried to spice up their relationship by buying her new lingerie or toys for them. However, he complained that nothing worked anymore. Their sex life came to a standstill. Eventually, he grew tired too of having sex with the same person repeatedly. So he packed his bags and left, simple like that.
When our drinks arrived, we drank them together. I noticed how hard he stared at me. I felt uncomfortable. What does he expect from me tonight? Does he intend to have sex with me? Is that what he wants? I don’t know. I can’t tell. I should probably stop worrying about it. Just enjoy the evening and let it happen naturally.
Soon, we finished our drinks and left the bar. We were walking downtown, and then I asked him, “What were you looking for at the sex shop?”. He laughed and said, “Oh, come on! Don’t act like a little kid asking silly questions!”. I smiled and said, “No, really. I mean, why did you buy those toys?”
He paused and said, “It’s none of your business,” but I insisted. He sighed and admitted, “I bought those toys because I wanted to try something new.” I asked him, “Something new?” He nodded and added, “Yeah. I haven’t had sex since I broke up with my ex”.
I asked him, “Why?” but he just shrugged. Then he grabbed my hand and led and invited me to go somewhere else. I needed clarification, wondering where we were going. He kept it secret and said to trust him. I wasn’t concerned and accepted. Finally, he stopped in front of a house. He knocked on the door, and a man opened it. He introduced me as a friend of his. Then he invited me in.
Inside we went upstairs, and he invited me to enter a room. It was clear, clean, and pleasant. When I saw some picture frames, I realized it was his bedroom. Everything looked quite normal. “What is this place?” I asked. He pointed to a bed and said, “Come sit down. You’ll understand soon enough”. I hesitated for a second, unsure if I should follow his advice. But then curiosity overcame my fear, and I sat on the edge of the bed. Then he turned off all lights and closed the curtains. I felt uneasy about this situation, but my body betrayed me. My nipples began to swell and get erections.
The room got darker and quieter. Suddenly, I felt him caress my leg. It happened slowly, softly, gently. It felt nice and warm against my skin. I froze, unable to move. Whoever it was touched me in places no one has ever done. I didn’t resist. Instead, I spread my legs apart to give him easier access. Then he removed my skirt and panties. He pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. I gasped when I felt his penis rubbing against my vagina. I felt wetness seeping out from my pussy. He penetrated me deeply, penetrating my womb. I moaned loudly and pressed my hips harder into him. He kissed my neck and whispered, “Relax honey. Let yourself go. Feel free to scream if you want to. You are so hot, screaming for pleasure…”. With those words, he entered me deeper.
My breathing became faster and heavier, but I managed to stay quiet. He fucked me hard and fast. Every thrust of his dick sent waves of pleasure through my entire body. I cried out loud and writhed underneath him.
Then he flipped me over. He lay beside me, pressing my thighs tightly against my breasts. His weight felt terrific. Then he placed his hands around my throat and squeezed. Slowly, he forced his cock deep inside me again. This time, I screamed louder than ever before. I couldn’t breathe properly and choked as I struggled desperately. I begged him to stop and pleaded for mercy. But instead, he increased the pressure on my neck. His grip tightened as he fucked me. Then he grunted loudly and released hot semen into me. His orgasm caused intense pain and discomfort in my stomach. Yet I didn’t care. I loved it. I wanted more. More orgasms. I needed more. I was desperate for more. I wanted to experience more sensations. I craved more excitement. I wanted to feel alive.
As he pumped his cum inside my wet pussy, I started to feel an overwhelming urge to squirt my juices too. Soon I was gushing all my juices everywhere. What a delicious feeling!
I felt his penis shrinking inside me. He rolled off me and fell next to me. We remained motionless for a while. Then I turned my head toward him and asked, “Did you like that?” He smiled and said, “Very much.” I blushed. He leaned closer to me and kissed my forehead. I returned the gesture and said, “Thank you for that.”