Dirty Shorts

Hey yinz - I'm on a bit of a writing hiatus, so here are some shorts from the erotic caption Tumblr (link will be weird - Tumblr hides my blog now that they've "banned porn," but if you have a Tumblr account you should be able to see my posts once you've followed me) I've been maintaining for the past few years. All of these stories were inspired by pics, and while I don't feel comfortable posting pictures on Patreon that I don't have the rights to use, I have posted links to them for your perusal. 

Hope you enjoy and if any of these seem like they're crying out for an expansion or sequel, let me know in the comments and I'll consider it. 

College Trash Cocksucker (pic)

We were up all night, sitting around the kitchen, working our way through a 24 pack of Natty Light. Late August, hot as fuck. The walls were sweating. Van took off his shirt but I was comfortable enough. I liked looking at him.

Nothing to do. Mike was playing the Misfits, we were rocking out. We just kept drinking beer until it was gone. Mike wanted to order a pizza so he went to his bedroom to look up the number and after a while we realized he was passed out in his bed. 

“Just you and me then,” Van said. I was wasted. I got the last beer out of the fridge, drank some and offered it to Van who took a chug and handed it back to me. 

“You keep looking at me,” he said, settling back into his chair. I tensed up. Neither of us said anything and it was awkward. 

“I don’t care,” he said. In that blunt way. “You like looking at me?”

I laughed. “You got a nice body,” I said.

“I know that.” Stared at me. “I got a big cock too.”

“Seriously?” I said. He looked at his crotch, looked at me. I thought about just the other night when he’d been in basketball shorts and I’d seen it tumbling around.

“You wanna suck it?” My heart quickened.

“I only done it once before,” I said. He shrugged.

“Do you or don’t you?” 

I nodded. 

“Let’s walk over to my place and you can suck my cock.”

His roommates were on tour and his girlfriend was in Germany. We didn’t talk much. We went into his bedroom and he took off his pants. He didn’t have any underwear on and his thick cock rose right up in the air like it defied gravity.

Yeah I was nervous and he didn’t smell too clean. “Just open your mouth. There ya go. Just cause you only done it once.” He laughed. I had the head in my mouth and in a second that smell hit my nose again and I couldn’t get enough of it. I sank my whole mouth down on it, swallowed it. He moaned. “Fuck yeah you’re a cocksucker,” he said. “Suck my cock.”

I got a real rhythm going. I ran my fingers through his pubes and my hands up his flat stomach. His balls were smooth and I licked each one into my mouth and sucked on them for a while before going back to his cock. He took hold of my head and fucked my mouth, calling me a cocksucker and saying he was gonna feed me his load. Pounding away, really fucking my throat while I held on to his legs.

“Take my fucking load. Swallow it you whore. Oh fuck you whore, swallow,” he said holding it deep down my throat. Each time a jet of cum spurted out of his nuts and through the pulsing base of his cock my lips stretched just a bit more tightly. I drank it all down and then I slid his spent cock all over my face, licking up what was left, feeling like a total cocksucking whore.

“Thanks,” he said. He had beer so we had one for the road and then I walked home. I didn’t even realize until I got home but I’d leaked so much precum I had a wet spot on the front of my shorts.

Muscle Buds (pic)

We have a group of friends, gay guys. Some of us go the gym, work out together. Every weekend we go out to the bars. We wear tight clothes and look good and show off our bodies. Sometimes we pick up tricks but it’s bad to be a slut. We’re always talking about that, how so many gay men are sluts. “That one’s such a slut,” somebody will say. “He barebacks with half the city.”

We don’t bareback. We all talk about how we don’t do that, how it’s nasty, how you’d really have to be careless about your health and your self-worth to be a bareback slut.

Then there’s Chris. We’re probably the two hottest guys in our group of friends. We go to the gym, religiously. And we’re just friends, but secretly we’re fucking. We don’t talk about it. Nobody else knows. We’ll be out at the bar but we don’t leave together. He’ll leave first, or I will, then one of us will text the other - “I’m so fuckin horny” - and next thing you know one of us will be at the other’s house. Always drunk or half-drunk. And we get into it. Fuckin make out and get naked and worship each other’s bodies with our tongues. 

The first time we fucked, we started with a condom. He slipped it off of me, though, said he wanted to feel me raw. Fuck it was a turn on. Doing exactly what we say we don’t do. After that we always fuck raw. We’ve cum in each other’s asses so many times. Drunk as shit and fucking each other up the ass bareback, being so fucking slutty. If anybody knew…

Bi Cheater (pic)

I typed away at my laptop while I waited for her to leave. She was taking her time as usual, rearranging swimsuits, panties and flip flops into little cells in her open roller bag, picking the cat up from the pile of clothes he’d been settling himself into and petting him, purring at him, “You be good, Gus, you ornery little guy…”

She gave me a smile and I looked up from my laptop and smiled back, hoping that it appeared genuine. I was watching some stupid YouTube video, who cared, just something to occupy the time until she was out the door. I had four tabs open on a minimized window, each with a different gay porn video cued up. All of dudes getting their ass ate out and fingered - my favorite thing. Just the thought of it made my cock ooze out a pearl of precum into my briefs as my girlfriend set down the cat and came behind me to wrap her arms around my neck.

“You’re not gonna miss me too much, are ya?” she said. One of the videos was of two guys who looked a lot like me and Greg - handsome hardbodied dudes with firm strong asses, plump cheeks spread as they fingered each other at the same time.

“Of course,” I said and kissed her hand, imagining how I’d text Greg as soon as her car disappeared down the street, how he’d arrive an hour or so later. There’d be small talk then we’d head up to the bedroom, slide our clothes off, briefs too. Then I’d be buck naked with my buddy, the two of us hard and ready to do any depraved thing we could imagine to each other. “But it’s only for a week,” I said, and looked back at the screen. She twisted my earlobe as she sauntered away.

I’d been texting Greg all day, keeping the phone on silent, drifting off to the bathroom every half hour or so so I could get away from her and tell him what I wanted to do to him, what I wanted him to do to me. Lick each other from head to toe, eat the precum from the tip of his dick and make out with him so we can share the taste, lick down his back and tease all around it till my tongue finally speared into his hole. Spread for him, on all fours, so he could make a feast of my ass. Moan louder than I ever do with my girlfriend, kiss him more deeply than I ever kiss her. Savor the taste of his ass, so much sweeter than her pussy. Sit on each other’s face, deep throat each other’s cock. And maybe, just maybe, do it all. Me sliding into him and him sliding into me. We’d never done it before.

She zipped up the roller bag, checked her makeup, whipped on her jacket. “I guess that’s it,” she said, and looked around like she might find one…last…thing.

Experimenting (pic)

“Just try it,” he keeps saying to me. “Nobody’s gonna know. It’s just us.”

“Dude, both of our girlfriends are upstairs,” I remind him. It’s not exactly accurate - his girlfriend is now his fiance. But that’s a new thing.

“Yeah, and you know they won’t hear shit.” It’s true - we’re on the ground floor of his fiance’s family’s enormous lake house. We’ve been partying down there every night after they go to sleep and so far they’ve never complained. 

He slides off his shorts. He isn’t wearing any underwear. He’s chubbed up but that isn’t a surprise - he’s been tweaking his cock for the past hour while he begged me to try sliding my cock in his ass.

“C'mon, man, I know you’re curious about this. You’re half hard, I can fuckin see it.”

“Just cause I am doesn’t mean we should do it,” I say, sounding more half-hearted than I’d like. The idea of fucking my best friend in the ass would’ve seemed like a joke just two months ago. But then he’d admitted to me that he’d gotten fucked before, that he’d fantasized about me fucking him. And he’d gotten more and more aggressive about it until this vacation, when as soon as our girlfriends went to sleep, he’d get on me about it hardcore. I’d resisted up until now, giving excuses, telling him he as just drunk (which he was, we both were, pretty much every night that week), going to bed when I felt my resistance crumbling then fucking the shit out of my girlfriend cause he’d made me so horny. 

But why was I resisting? Just cause I was straight, cause I’d always assumed he was, too? What kind of a reason was that?

“Just try it. If you don’t like it we can stop and then I’ll never rag you about it again. I’m so fuckin horny,” he says, and tosses his shorts aside and straddles the ottoman, pushing his ass back in my direction.

“Fuck, man,” he says, and moans as he spreads his cheeks, like the very act of bending over has him ready to cum. I’d be a goddamn liar if I said it wasn’t a fine ass - round, firm, tight-as-hell looking. “I’m so fucking ready for it,” he says, reaching back and running his fingers across his hole. He pauses with them there, then presses them in. I watch the tips of his two fingers disappear inside of him and think, How fucking good would that feel around your cock…

“I even lubed, up, dude.”

“With what?” I say, laughing. 

“Vaseline,” he says, looking back at me, smiling. He turns back around and presses his fingers in deeper. I like him like that - faced away from me, his strong back arched like he isn’t my good buddy but at all but just a piece of ass for the taking. “I did it in the bathroom just a bit ago.”

“So you really think I’m gonna do it, don’t you,” I say, and slide my hand under my shorts to feel my hard-on now that he can’t see me do it.

“I don’t know man but why the fuck not? Just slide it in once. Just check it out. Think how good it’ll feel around your cock,” he says, reading my mind. He presses his fingers in deeper. “Fuuuck,” he moans.

“Goddamn man. You’re too horny for your own good,” I say. I stand up. My heart is beating so fast. My cock is pulsing with each beat. Rock hard.

“No one’s gonna know. Just slide your shorts off…” I do as he says. “…line your cock up to my hole and press it in. Fuck I need it in me. C'mon man, please. Please.”

I step toward him. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna slide it in. He’s worn down my will and now I’m gonna fuck him in the ass until I come.