Boys that act like girly sluts
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Wish I was cute enough to pass as a girl, but I just have to admire from afar.
Well I'm def not! LOL...but acting like it when the situation called for it is another matter
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so i had a crazy new experience today. I was using my aneros for a bit then got the mood for my new dildo. so i lubed it up and was playing with it. i was going really slow when i found a little sweet spot on my prostate . I began working the dildo back and forth on the spot feeling my dick throb and throb almost with a feeling of urination. i keep fucking my self with the dildo and it got to a amazing point i literally dont think i have ever seen my dick so hard and big. i keep going and then i finally lose it and cum just from the dildo itself. a huge load with 6 or 7 spurts all over my chest and stomach. this is the ONLY time i have ever managed to make my self cum from anal penetration alone i didnt touch my cock for the whole period of using the dildo. i felt so girly as at the time i had on stockings, heels, a gown and panties, then to top it i squirted from being fucked just like a girl.
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In college I was at a party on a chilly northeastern winter friday night. I walked through the crowded apartment and was pointed to the bedroom that was turned into the coat room. I generally threw my leather jacket in a corner and this night I did the same. I walked back into the party and made it to the kitchen to add my case to the beer stock and there, kneeling infront of the refrigerators open door was adonis.
I stepped up a little closer then normal and he didn't flinch of pull away from the fact that my levis were ten inches from his face. I held the case in my hands and spoke down to him, "think you can cram this in" he smiled and looked up at me and said, I'd love to give it a try. He wanted some, and just admitted it. I made it a point to drag it out, slowly handing him a can at a time and he rested on one palm and arched his ass and reached in and placed all the cans on the bottom rack. He stood up and I hadn't missed he had a pair of jeans that the zipper stretched from the front button to the rear belt loop. It was drawn tight into his ass crack, my cock was stretching down the leg of my jeans. "like the pants I said, has an emergencytight bubble butt exit". Standing facing me, he smiled and said, "or entrance", turned and walked away flexing that tight bubble butt.
About and hour later, I could hold the rented beer anymore and walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me, pulled it out and started peeing. I was in my superman pose with both fists at my hips and letting the stream cascade. The door opened behind me and I said, "busy" and kept going, the door closed and I actually thought I was alone until the hand came around my waist and grabbed it. I turned and was met with a kiss and he said, wanna see how the pants work. Now this guy was 6" 1" and 200 pounds of solid muscle, but with me in that bathroom, he had turned into a cat in heat. I turned and he backed up on me and flopped my meat inbetween those cheeks and twirled his ass and ground against me and the metal zipper scratched the undwerside of . my hard cock.
I pushed him forward and towards the sink and as I pulled down and unzipped his zipper, we never broke eye contact through the mirror hanging infront of his face. He was a little whore because I grabbed my shaft and pressed my cock into him and felt his asshole was pre-lubed. I stroked my head to latther it and slid into him. The only time we lost our rhythm was when I leaned away from him and reached back to slide the bolt and lock the door. I came back, forward and buried it into him and he kept whispering, fuck it like you own it. I did and one hand around his throat and the other holding the edge of the sink, I gushed and shoved on my tippy toes into that muscled ass. He leaned into me and kissed me on the cheek as I waited for the cock to soften so I could shove it into my pants. I walked out and an hour later, left. We met many times after that, and he always just wanted to bend over and get worked over like he liked it and hoping the college didn't have security cameras in some of those stairwells we used for our trists. I eventually found out he had a sugardaddy and was very reluctant to openly play the field. But after our encounters, his partner had to notice he was a little wallowed out. I mean he was a real turn on, just experiencing how he begged and wanted it. Very enjoyable experiences with him.
I stepped up a little closer then normal and he didn't flinch of pull away from the fact that my levis were ten inches from his face. I held the case in my hands and spoke down to him, "think you can cram this in" he smiled and looked up at me and said, I'd love to give it a try. He wanted some, and just admitted it. I made it a point to drag it out, slowly handing him a can at a time and he rested on one palm and arched his ass and reached in and placed all the cans on the bottom rack. He stood up and I hadn't missed he had a pair of jeans that the zipper stretched from the front button to the rear belt loop. It was drawn tight into his ass crack, my cock was stretching down the leg of my jeans. "like the pants I said, has an emergencytight bubble butt exit". Standing facing me, he smiled and said, "or entrance", turned and walked away flexing that tight bubble butt.
About and hour later, I could hold the rented beer anymore and walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me, pulled it out and started peeing. I was in my superman pose with both fists at my hips and letting the stream cascade. The door opened behind me and I said, "busy" and kept going, the door closed and I actually thought I was alone until the hand came around my waist and grabbed it. I turned and was met with a kiss and he said, wanna see how the pants work. Now this guy was 6" 1" and 200 pounds of solid muscle, but with me in that bathroom, he had turned into a cat in heat. I turned and he backed up on me and flopped my meat inbetween those cheeks and twirled his ass and ground against me and the metal zipper scratched the undwerside of . my hard cock.
I pushed him forward and towards the sink and as I pulled down and unzipped his zipper, we never broke eye contact through the mirror hanging infront of his face. He was a little whore because I grabbed my shaft and pressed my cock into him and felt his asshole was pre-lubed. I stroked my head to latther it and slid into him. The only time we lost our rhythm was when I leaned away from him and reached back to slide the bolt and lock the door. I came back, forward and buried it into him and he kept whispering, fuck it like you own it. I did and one hand around his throat and the other holding the edge of the sink, I gushed and shoved on my tippy toes into that muscled ass. He leaned into me and kissed me on the cheek as I waited for the cock to soften so I could shove it into my pants. I walked out and an hour later, left. We met many times after that, and he always just wanted to bend over and get worked over like he liked it and hoping the college didn't have security cameras in some of those stairwells we used for our trists. I eventually found out he had a sugardaddy and was very reluctant to openly play the field. But after our encounters, his partner had to notice he was a little wallowed out. I mean he was a real turn on, just experiencing how he begged and wanted it. Very enjoyable experiences with him.
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In college I was at a party on a chilly northeastern winter friday night. I walked through the crowded apartment and was pointed to the bedroom that was turned into the coat room. I generally threw my leather jacket in a corner and this night I did the same. I walked back into the party and made it to the kitchen to add my case to the beer stock and there, kneeling infront of the refrigerators open door was adonis.
I stepped up a little closer then normal and he didn't flinch of pull away from the fact that my levis were ten inches from his face. I held the case in my hands and spoke down to him, "think you can cram this in" he smiled and looked up at me and said, I'd love to give it a try. He wanted some, and just admitted it. I made it a point to drag it out, slowly handing him a can at a time and he rested on one palm and arched his ass and reached in and placed all the cans on the bottom rack. He stood up and I hadn't missed he had a pair of jeans that the zipper stretched from the front button to the rear belt loop. It was drawn tight into his ass crack, my cock was stretching down the leg of my jeans. "like the pants I said, has an emergencytight bubble butt exit". Standing facing me, he smiled and said, "or entrance", turned and walked away flexing that tight bubble butt.
About and hour later, I could hold the rented beer anymore and walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me, pulled it out and started peeing. I was in my superman pose with both fists at my hips and letting the stream cascade. The door opened behind me and I said, "busy" and kept going, the door closed and I actually thought I was alone until the hand came around my waist and grabbed it. I turned and was met with a kiss and he said, wanna see how the pants work. Now this guy was 6" 1" and 200 pounds of solid muscle, but with me in that bathroom, he had turned into a cat in heat. I turned and he backed up on me and flopped my meat inbetween those cheeks and twirled his ass and ground against me and the metal zipper scratched the undwerside of . my hard cock.
I pushed him forward and towards the sink and as I pulled down and unzipped his zipper, we never broke eye contact through the mirror hanging infront of his face. He was a little whore because I grabbed my shaft and pressed my cock into him and felt his asshole was pre-lubed. I stroked my head to latther it and slid into him. The only time we lost our rhythm was when I leaned away from him and reached back to slide the bolt and lock the door. I came back, forward and buried it into him and he kept whispering, fuck it like you own it. I did and one hand around his throat and the other holding the edge of the sink, I gushed and shoved on my tippy toes into that muscled ass. He leaned into me and kissed me on the cheek as I waited for the cock to soften so I could shove it into my pants. I walked out and an hour later, left. We met many times after that, and he always just wanted to bend over and get worked over like he liked it and hoping the college didn't have security cameras in some of those stairwells we used for our trists. I eventually found out he had a sugardaddy and was very reluctant to openly play the field. But after our encounters, his partner had to notice he was a little wallowed out. I mean he was a real turn on, just experiencing how he begged and wanted it. Very enjoyable experiences with him.
I stepped up a little closer then normal and he didn't flinch of pull away from the fact that my levis were ten inches from his face. I held the case in my hands and spoke down to him, "think you can cram this in" he smiled and looked up at me and said, I'd love to give it a try. He wanted some, and just admitted it. I made it a point to drag it out, slowly handing him a can at a time and he rested on one palm and arched his ass and reached in and placed all the cans on the bottom rack. He stood up and I hadn't missed he had a pair of jeans that the zipper stretched from the front button to the rear belt loop. It was drawn tight into his ass crack, my cock was stretching down the leg of my jeans. "like the pants I said, has an emergencytight bubble butt exit". Standing facing me, he smiled and said, "or entrance", turned and walked away flexing that tight bubble butt.
About and hour later, I could hold the rented beer anymore and walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me, pulled it out and started peeing. I was in my superman pose with both fists at my hips and letting the stream cascade. The door opened behind me and I said, "busy" and kept going, the door closed and I actually thought I was alone until the hand came around my waist and grabbed it. I turned and was met with a kiss and he said, wanna see how the pants work. Now this guy was 6" 1" and 200 pounds of solid muscle, but with me in that bathroom, he had turned into a cat in heat. I turned and he backed up on me and flopped my meat inbetween those cheeks and twirled his ass and ground against me and the metal zipper scratched the undwerside of . my hard cock.
I pushed him forward and towards the sink and as I pulled down and unzipped his zipper, we never broke eye contact through the mirror hanging infront of his face. He was a little whore because I grabbed my shaft and pressed my cock into him and felt his asshole was pre-lubed. I stroked my head to latther it and slid into him. The only time we lost our rhythm was when I leaned away from him and reached back to slide the bolt and lock the door. I came back, forward and buried it into him and he kept whispering, fuck it like you own it. I did and one hand around his throat and the other holding the edge of the sink, I gushed and shoved on my tippy toes into that muscled ass. He leaned into me and kissed me on the cheek as I waited for the cock to soften so I could shove it into my pants. I walked out and an hour later, left. We met many times after that, and he always just wanted to bend over and get worked over like he liked it and hoping the college didn't have security cameras in some of those stairwells we used for our trists. I eventually found out he had a sugardaddy and was very reluctant to openly play the field. But after our encounters, his partner had to notice he was a little wallowed out. I mean he was a real turn on, just experiencing how he begged and wanted it. Very enjoyable experiences with him.
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In college I was at a party on a chilly northeastern winter friday night. I walked through the crowded apartment and was pointed to the bedroom that was turned into the coat room. I generally threw my leather jacket in a corner and this night I did the same. I walked back into the party and made it to the kitchen to add my case to the beer stock and there, kneeling infront of the refrigerators open door was adonis.
I stepped up a little closer then normal and he didn't flinch of pull away from the fact that my levis were ten inches from his face. I held the case in my hands and spoke down to him, "think you can cram this in" he smiled and looked up at me and said, I'd love to give it a try. He wanted some, and just admitted it. I made it a point to drag it out, slowly handing him a can at a time and he rested on one palm and arched his ass and reached in and placed all the cans on the bottom rack. He stood up and I hadn't missed he had a pair of jeans that the zipper stretched from the front button to the rear belt loop. It was drawn tight into his ass crack, my cock was stretching down the leg of my jeans. "like the pants I said, has an emergencytight bubble butt exit". Standing facing me, he smiled and said, "or entrance", turned and walked away flexing that tight bubble butt.
About and hour later, I could hold the rented beer anymore and walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me, pulled it out and started peeing. I was in my superman pose with both fists at my hips and letting the stream cascade. The door opened behind me and I said, "busy" and kept going, the door closed and I actually thought I was alone until the hand came around my waist and grabbed it. I turned and was met with a kiss and he said, wanna see how the pants work. Now this guy was 6" 1" and 200 pounds of solid muscle, but with me in that bathroom, he had turned into a cat in heat. I turned and he backed up on me and flopped my meat inbetween those cheeks and twirled his ass and ground against me and the metal zipper scratched the undwerside of . my hard cock.
I pushed him forward and towards the sink and as I pulled down and unzipped his zipper, we never broke eye contact through the mirror hanging infront of his face. He was a little whore because I grabbed my shaft and pressed my cock into him and felt his asshole was pre-lubed. I stroked my head to latther it and slid into him. The only time we lost our rhythm was when I leaned away from him and reached back to slide the bolt and lock the door. I came back, forward and buried it into him and he kept whispering, fuck it like you own it. I did and one hand around his throat and the other holding the edge of the sink, I gushed and shoved on my tippy toes into that muscled ass. He leaned into me and kissed me on the cheek as I waited for the cock to soften so I could shove it into my pants. I walked out and an hour later, left. We met many times after that, and he always just wanted to bend over and get worked over like he liked it and hoping the college didn't have security cameras in some of those stairwells we used for our trists. I eventually found out he had a sugardaddy and was very reluctant to openly play the field. But after our encounters, his partner had to notice he was a little wallowed out. I mean he was a real turn on, just experiencing how he begged and wanted it. Very enjoyable experiences with him.
I stepped up a little closer then normal and he didn't flinch of pull away from the fact that my levis were ten inches from his face. I held the case in my hands and spoke down to him, "think you can cram this in" he smiled and looked up at me and said, I'd love to give it a try. He wanted some, and just admitted it. I made it a point to drag it out, slowly handing him a can at a time and he rested on one palm and arched his ass and reached in and placed all the cans on the bottom rack. He stood up and I hadn't missed he had a pair of jeans that the zipper stretched from the front button to the rear belt loop. It was drawn tight into his ass crack, my cock was stretching down the leg of my jeans. "like the pants I said, has an emergencytight bubble butt exit". Standing facing me, he smiled and said, "or entrance", turned and walked away flexing that tight bubble butt.
About and hour later, I could hold the rented beer anymore and walked to the bathroom and closed the door behind me, pulled it out and started peeing. I was in my superman pose with both fists at my hips and letting the stream cascade. The door opened behind me and I said, "busy" and kept going, the door closed and I actually thought I was alone until the hand came around my waist and grabbed it. I turned and was met with a kiss and he said, wanna see how the pants work. Now this guy was 6" 1" and 200 pounds of solid muscle, but with me in that bathroom, he had turned into a cat in heat. I turned and he backed up on me and flopped my meat inbetween those cheeks and twirled his ass and ground against me and the metal zipper scratched the undwerside of . my hard cock.
I pushed him forward and towards the sink and as I pulled down and unzipped his zipper, we never broke eye contact through the mirror hanging infront of his face. He was a little whore because I grabbed my shaft and pressed my cock into him and felt his asshole was pre-lubed. I stroked my head to latther it and slid into him. The only time we lost our rhythm was when I leaned away from him and reached back to slide the bolt and lock the door. I came back, forward and buried it into him and he kept whispering, fuck it like you own it. I did and one hand around his throat and the other holding the edge of the sink, I gushed and shoved on my tippy toes into that muscled ass. He leaned into me and kissed me on the cheek as I waited for the cock to soften so I could shove it into my pants. I walked out and an hour later, left. We met many times after that, and he always just wanted to bend over and get worked over like he liked it and hoping the college didn't have security cameras in some of those stairwells we used for our trists. I eventually found out he had a sugardaddy and was very reluctant to openly play the field. But after our encounters, his partner had to notice he was a little wallowed out. I mean he was a real turn on, just experiencing how he begged and wanted it. Very enjoyable experiences with him.
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Reading the comments of folks on this topic is interesting!
My early experiences were with men with whom I desired friendship. Why, I am unsure as I hated being 'used'; it seemed so degrading and yet, so addictive. During a gap year, an individual taught me about BDSM, the emotions, etc.
Soon, I was involved with women and found that I loved strong, successful, intelligent women. Without the earlier experiences with men, I doubt that I would have ever become involved in BDSM with women.
Yet, I still find an incredible difference between the two. Men have built in expectations which one has to accept. I can find that daunting but exciting. With women, it is easy to laugh on the couch over a glass of wine, have a bit of BDSM, and finally, sit on the same couch as you laugh over a glass of wine.
With men, my choice is much more limited. I have to accept the girly role, and he must know that I accept that role. We both know the direction that everything will take from the beginning. I find it humiliating in its way, but at times, I feel that is part of the man's as well as my attraction. It also allows me to become more 'pliant', and this may make me more 'attractive'.
A woman never has this 'humiliation' to accept. The social contract has not changed for her. Thus, she may remain slightly threatening.
Additionally, many men love to dominate other men, to control them, and what greater control is there than 'fucking' them. Sex has many, many drivers! On the other hand, it is an incredible rush that might begin with a grope and end with the warmth of his release.
Afterwards, sitting with him is different (he fucked you and knows he can do it again. I am sure this is very different if you are gay! I have often watched and wondered why any male is submissive as it seems so normal to want to dominate; yet ...?
My early experiences were with men with whom I desired friendship. Why, I am unsure as I hated being 'used'; it seemed so degrading and yet, so addictive. During a gap year, an individual taught me about BDSM, the emotions, etc.
Soon, I was involved with women and found that I loved strong, successful, intelligent women. Without the earlier experiences with men, I doubt that I would have ever become involved in BDSM with women.
Yet, I still find an incredible difference between the two. Men have built in expectations which one has to accept. I can find that daunting but exciting. With women, it is easy to laugh on the couch over a glass of wine, have a bit of BDSM, and finally, sit on the same couch as you laugh over a glass of wine.
With men, my choice is much more limited. I have to accept the girly role, and he must know that I accept that role. We both know the direction that everything will take from the beginning. I find it humiliating in its way, but at times, I feel that is part of the man's as well as my attraction. It also allows me to become more 'pliant', and this may make me more 'attractive'.
A woman never has this 'humiliation' to accept. The social contract has not changed for her. Thus, she may remain slightly threatening.
Additionally, many men love to dominate other men, to control them, and what greater control is there than 'fucking' them. Sex has many, many drivers! On the other hand, it is an incredible rush that might begin with a grope and end with the warmth of his release.
Afterwards, sitting with him is different (he fucked you and knows he can do it again. I am sure this is very different if you are gay! I have often watched and wondered why any male is submissive as it seems so normal to want to dominate; yet ...?
