Im a DL bi guy. Ive been with my gf for almost 20 years since we were in high school. We're not married because neither of us want too we're happy how we are. Anyway, her brother thats 10 years younger than us has always given me the vibe that he is into guys. We were always looking at each other like we both knew each others secret but neither of us ever made the first move until last night.

He lives 5 hours away with his wife and they came down state for thanksgiving. Our old ladies were shopping and we stayed home drinking and shooting some pool. As we were bullshitting about our ladies then about sex he tells me his wife is a freak....then he hesitates and i tell him he cant leave me hanging and i dont judge. He asked if ive ever let his sister put anything in my ass while giving me head? I told him shes not into ass play but yeah ive got secrets. We start looking at each other like we use too. He laid his stick on the table and walked up to me telling me he can keep a secret. I was rock hard instantly. We're standing there looking each other in the eyes hes rubbing my cock and i was rubbing his. He pulled mine out and i pulled his out and we're stroking. He says you know i lay in bed jerking off listening to you pounding my sister fantasizing you were fucking me. I told him that when i couldnt cum i imagine i was fucking him to get off. He went down on me giving me the best head i ever had then i went down on him. Then our ladies returned.

I have only ever creampied one girl. And it was someone else's girlfriend.

So here's the story: Back when I was a senior in high school, I played football with a guy that wanted to see his freshman girlfriend get fucked by another guy. I wasn't exactly "best buds" with the guy, but we had been teammates for the last 4 years and I guess that was enough to make him feel comfortable asking such a thing.

His girlfriend was the type of girl that was extremely sexy in an innocent, naive type of way. The type that would get hit on because of her sheer beauty (which I will get to in a minute), but the kind that guys wouldn't pursue too hard because her lack of overt sexuality made her seem like a prude, and a waste of time for those looking for a quick lay (which is most of us guys, especially at that age). In fact, you wouldn't even expect her to know the first thing about sex, which actually wasn't too far from the truth. According to her boyfriend, he had only just taken her virginity a few months before, and he was attracted to her for much the same reason as I was in the sense that he loved the idea of corrupting her innocence.

Now back then, this really wasn't something that was as appealing to me as you might think. I had only been with a few other women, none of them were ever that much younger than me, and I felt a little guilty about this plan to "corrupt" an innocent girl. This all changed, however, when he showed me the blurry camera phone picture of his girl sitting up naked, spread eagle on her pink bed sheets with the most embarrassed look on her face. I knew this girl was beautiful before, but considering she never went out of her way to look very sexual or wear anything revealing, I was stunned at the body she had been hiding all this time. The first thing that floored me was the sheer size of her tits. For a girl that hadn't even turned 15 yet, she was 5'2", no more than 115 lbs., and was sporting 34Cs that seemed to defy gravity. Couple that with a tight body; a nice plump, firm ass; and a gorgeous, shaved slit; and I was sold.

In the interest of keeping this from getting too long, I'll skip ahead a bit. But essentially I told him I couldn't do it with him watching, at least not the first time; it would be too weird. He agreed it was fine for us to be alone as long as we video taped the whole thing so he could watch it later. We ended up at her house after school, with the place to ourselves. She seemed very nervous, and started telling me how she hated that her boyfriend wanted her to do this. I immediately felt guilty and said we shouldn't. That I would never want to do anything she wasn't comfortable with. With that statement, she looked me deep in the eyes, jumped on me, and kissed me harder and more passionately than I had ever been kissed before. We made out for what felt like 20 minutes. The kiss itself was so sexual that it was almost satisfying by itself. She finally got up, turned the camera on, placed it on the dresser, and seductively walked back over to me.

"Take me. I wan't you. Right. Now," she said climbing onto my lap and getting closer to my ear in a whisper with each word. With that, I couldn't take it anymore and I ravaged her. Clothes were thrown about; I devoured her perfect, pink pussy; and she sucked my cock like a pro, never very deep, but putting in the effort to gag and continue to try for more. It was perfect. When it finally came time to fuck her, I reached for a condom and she stopped me. She told me to just fuck her without it, she wanted to feel me. I fucked her in every position imaginable and she seemed grateful for every thrust. I finally ended up on top of her, her legs wrapped tightly around my back, and my arm under her lower back and ass pulling her up into me. In turn she was pulling herself up into my cock with her hips and legs. She was working my dick and grinding into me just as much as I was fucking her back in return. I couldn't take it anymore and told her I had to pull out and cum. She clenched me tighter with her legs and begin to buck up into me harder. I thought maybe she didn't hear me and began to panic I wouldn't pull out in time. I reiterated that I was "GOING TO CUM!".

With that, she looked me directly in the eyes and responded, "So do it then." That was it. I began to cum like I had never cum before. Squirt, after squirt, after squirt; I filled her up while her body convulsed and we came in rhythm with each other. With her clinging to my body as hard as she could. Eventually we both collapsed onto each other and lay there motionless for at least ten minutes before either of us moved.

I remember finally sliding out of her and watching my cum pour out onto her pink bed sheets. I was a much better image than the blurry camera phone pic that didn't include my cum dripping out of her and pooling between her thighs. It was beautiful. We jumped in the shower, and cleaned off, and I headed out before her parents got home.

The next day, I got a call from her boyfriend. I expected it to be him telling me how insanely hot everything was and to thank me for helping out. Instead, he was furious, yelling something about how I was never supposed to cum in her, etc, etc. As I came to find out, she had apparently NEVER let him even fuck her without a condom, let alone cum in her. And apparently she wasn't big on sucking his dick either. Could have fooled me based on the exceptional head she gave me.

They ended up breaking up immediately after and she told me that was really her plan. That she was over him and she had fallen for me that night. The rest of the football season was a little tense to say the least, especially since I spent the rest of my senior year fucking and filling this girl with cum AT LEAST 5 times a week until I finally left for college.

We still keep in touch some 8 years later but no longer live near each other (multiple states away). I have seen her a few random times over the years here and there and fucked her, and she swears I am still the only guy that she has ever let cum inside her. Who knows if that's true or not, but what I do know is it is still the most passionate sex I have ever had in my life and she is still insanely beautiful and kept much of her reserved, innocent charm. If we lived closer, I'd probably make her my queen in heartbeat.

Sorry if that story got a little long. I've never retold that story before in such revealing detail, and I guess I got carried away in the memory. I hope you all found it enjoyable.

Only ever popped off premature once. Never had a wet dream, which I kinda regret. Never came in my pants.

I had a friend who did though, while we were watching an old Swedish Erotica clip at a bachelor party back in the day. Back then you still needed a screen and a projector. Pat had never had a real girlfriend, had never gotten a handful, not sure he’d even kissed a girl. The movie was on and we were all shouting at it like we knew what we were talking about. Sticks in my mind that it was an old Seka loop (this was the early 80s) and she was about to get it in the ass. Just as the heavily-mustachioed ‘hero’, parted the posterior of his equally hairy companion, you heard Pat say, “Oh no. Oh no. Oh no! Fuck!” and off he rushed. We teased him unmercifully, although we were no doubt hard as stone as well.

It started out as an easy day. Kansas in the summer. Hot in the morning. Hottest in the afternoon. Hot all night. I finished mowing the lawn and was walking down the to gas station for a ‘pop’. There were girls and young women laying out on a couple of lawns taking advantage of the morning sun. To a youngster like me, it was like viewing heaven and I was hard all the way to the pop machine and back. But you’d better believe I took the same route home.

The swimming pool opened at 1 and I spent the day at the pool. More swimsuits and sun-tanned flesh. Bikinis. One pieces. Lifeguards. Our regular lifeguard was a beauty named Julie and she had this light pink bikini that I could describe to you still. It was almost transparent enough for you to believe that it was. To this day though, I’m sure I could describe her patch to you, so maybe it was more transparent than I remember. Fuck. Hard off and on all afternoon and all the way home on my bicycle.

Home in time for dinner. No time to jerk off. Talk about a build-up. Looking back at it now, if I knew then what I know now, I would have assumed that if I came at that moment, I’d be completely dehydrated.

That evening I had to work at the concession stand at the local ball diamond. Softball double-header. There were usually of couple younger people, like me, and a couple of older people. That evening one of the teachers from the local elementary school was on. Mrs. Barker. We used to sit up in my buddy’s old treehouse and watch her sunbathe on her deck, which she thought was invisible to the rest of the world, so she sunbathed naked. She didn’t know about the treehouse. Man. Every time I brushed against her that evening, and it wasn’t always an accident, I was hard. Being as old as I am now, I wish it was still that easy.

I was so amped-up and so miserably horny that I rushed out before we were done cleaning up. Fumbled some excuse about not feeling well and bolted.

There was this little bathhouse just past the outfield, but the man was locking it up so I ran over the bridge over the creek and started through the trees to head up the hill to this little shelter, an old, stone, WPA-built picnic shelter thats table was long since gone. I knew that all it would take was a few strokes and I’d be fine.

My cock was banging up against my belly and I could feel each step in my balls as I ran. I was picturing Julie without her bikini and Mrs. Barker without her shorts and t-shirt. I was picturing those young women on the lawn asking me to join them. I was picturing all kinds of things as I rounded the corner into that picnic shelter and dropped my shorts.

And there, like a live-action porno movie, three feet from me, was a guy I knew from the local mechanic shop where my folks had always taken their car to be serviced.

I can still picture it. Like me, his shorts were down. Kneeling in front of him was Tina, someone I knew a little but we didn’t run with the same crowd so I didn’t know her well. She was a mousey, quiet type, lean and angular, with a bookworm’s reputation and who had never gone to school dances when we were in the same school.

She was wearing cut off denim shorts, flip flops, and a softball jersey. The jersey was unbuttoned and pulled back and I could see the curve of her breasts. I could also see Junior’s calloused, mechanic’s fingers were tangled in her hair and it was obvious that his cock was in her mouth to the root. Her hands were wrapped around his waist and were clutching at his ass.

He looked up and grunted, “What the fuck? Hey! Val! Hey!”

The one of her eyes that I could see met mine and she went down a little further on what must have been a very hard cock. I didn’t actually see her grin but I’ve always felt like she did.

And then, like my friend Pat, I stuttered, “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!”

I can’t begin to tell you how much I came. I didn’t touch myself and no one touched me. But I came all the same. Long, ropey streams of which I can still picture. I hit her softball jersey, her hair, his hand, her face, his leg, and the tops of her thighs.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

Bobbing down quick, I grabbed the waistbands of my shorts and underpants and yanking them up over my still dripping, still hard cock, I muttered, “Oh hey! Hey, Junior. Tina. Sorry!” And I ran.

That night at home, in bed, with the lights out, I came again. And again the next day. That night I made a call.

“Hello?”

“Hi. Is Tina there?”

“Yeah, Tiiiiiiiiina! Get your ass over here! Phone’s for you!”

“Hello?”

“Hey, Tina, it’s Val, I was wondering . . . “

“No. I’m not busy tonight. Whatcha got in mind?”

“Ummmmm, maybe we could . . . “

“Sure. Pick me up at 8?”

“I . . . “

She’d already hung up.

I rolled my old Ford up to her house a few minutes early and she was already on the porch. Dressed exactly the same as last night. Might even have been the same softball jersey.

“Hey, Val!”

“Hey.

“Junior’s pretty pissed at you. You know why, right?”

“Because I came on his hand?”

“Because you came on his hand. And his shorts. And his leg. And then you ran off.”

“What were you doing with Junior, anyway?”

“He has a nice dick.”

“He’s twice your age.”

“He has a nice dick.”

“I didn’t know you were into that.”

“Into what? Sex? Older guys? Dick? I like dick and it likes me.”

“I guess I just didn’t know.”

“I keep my head down and my mouth shut. That’s how bad reputations get started.”

I laughed. “You do NOT keep your mouth shut!”

“And you’ll know exactly how much I don’t, as long as you keep yours shut. Deal?”

“Deal.”

I love having sex where someone might see us. We were on vacation last week and I started flirting with my BF in the pool. A group of older teens were barbecuing just around the corner. We started making out and I began to get really aroused. I slipped my thong to the side and pulled his hard cock into me. I rode him for several minutes while he exposed and licked my nipple. I came but he stopped & led me back to our room. I sat on the bed and started to suck his cock. As he got close I grabbed his ass and fingered him while he fucked my mouth...cum all over!

I gotta confess, seeing this pic brought back memories of my good friend Marks keg/pool parties he had nightly all summer long! The ladies out numbered us guys 4-1. I stood in more than one line myself. One friday one of the local sluts fucked 20 guys in a row. I was number 3. The next night i walked in marks room and last nights fuck meat was getting fucked Danny one of the guys that ran with us when he wasnt standing on a soapbox a beer in one hand and the bible in the other preaching a sermon. Anyway i closed the door behind me and got naked. I was standing at the foot of the bed fluffing it up and i say hey dan get her up on all fours and hit it from behind so i can get my dick sucked.hes like are you kidding me? This is my girl friend grab your clothes and get out. I had no idea she was his gf and she didnt act as if she had a bf. But oh well i put my banana hammock and jumped in the pool with a bunch of girls. I got one to take the bate. I got my hook in her mouth and reeled her in. I fucked her in my car. I found out the next day i was number 10 that night. Im glad i wore a rubber lol

I had sex with my stepmother last year on vacation with dad and my half sister nancy. My dad and susan had been battling seperating now for months and were trying to use the trip to patch-up the relationship and I was suppose to take care of nancy. We had a 3 bedroom beach house in california for 3 weeks with swimming pool, hot tube and 5 minutes to the beach. The fighting continued between susan and my dad and susan began spending more time with nancy and I and dad went often to some club to cool off as nancy would say. One of those evenings after nancy was in bed susan invited me to join her in the hot tube, she had set it to preheated and said we shouldn't waste a good hot tube. I agreed smiling wondering if I should get into my bathing suit when susan asked if I would mind skinny dipping it was kind of a ritual of hers. I said I'd only been in a hot tube a couple of times but we were always naked and it was OK by me. This was the treat I had dreamed about since seeing her the first day of our vacation in her sexy bikini. She went to get some towels and I removed the cover and my clothes before she returned and dimmed the deck lights. I could still watch as she slowly removed her dress, and caught my breath as she unclipped her bra and freed those prefect breasts with big fat standing nipples. By the time she slipped out of her pink panties, uncovering a smooth shaven pussy other than a small bush just above her pussy lips, I was already hard. She got in and we were both quite for awhile relaxing in the warm jets and star gazing when susan starting crying and saying how sorry she was I'd got mixed up in her and my dad's mess. I moved closer to her and told her I knew my dad and also why my mom left him. She stopped crying and after a moment hugged me pressing those nipples against my chest and held me my cock dancing against her leg and as I wiggled we lined up and my cock head slipped between her pussy lips.

Saturday night I was sitting on the patio having drinks with two friends when suddenly my wife came out naked and walked straight into the pool. She didn't say a word, just did it. Apparently she saw my posts on here from a few weeks ago showing off her bikini pics and saying how I loved how she wore see through or limited covering tops around my friends and said how I'd love to see her blow them. Apparently that pissed her off and she wanted to make me mad. Unfortunately for her, I enjoyed it all way too much.  The three of us got up, took our clothes off and went to the pool. Without saying anything my wife put them on the side, went back and forth blowing them, had them both cum on her tits and then left the pool and went to bed. 

A long time ago, the strangest thing happened to me, I still think about it fairly often over the years. Lately it's been back on my mind a lot, for whatever reason.

I had been swimming with my friend Nicole, and afterward we decided to go back to her place and hang out. We got there and there was nobody else home, so we grabbed some snacks and soda and headed to her room.

We had been casual acquaintances for a couple years, but we became better friends the beginning of that summer. I hung out with her brother sometimes, mostly in the computer room, but I had never been in her room before.

I remember she had bunk beds for some reason, the weird kind with a big bed on the bottom and a slightly smaller bed on top. I have no idea why, either. She had siblings, yeah, a brother and a sister, but they had their own rooms, and her sister was a lot older, by maybe seven years or so. Older to the point where I was surprised she was still living at home. I could only guess that maybe they were a holdover from some time she shared a room with her older sister or something, I never asked and never found out.
I was also extremely jealous because she had a cable box, in her room! Even if my mother could have afforded such a thing, she never would have let me have one, I was stuck with cable coming straight from the wall, like a chump!

She said she had to wash her hair and left to go take a shower. I was sitting on her bed, flicking through channels, watching Nickelodeon or MTV or whatever. I won't lie, I was thinking about her in that shower. We were friends, and I had no delusions of us being more, but she was quite a looker.

Eventually she returned to the room, wearing only a towel... on top of her head! Otherwise, completely stark naked! I tried not to be noticeably surprised, I tried not to have her catch me gawking like a geek, whatever, but she didn’t pay me much notice. I expected her to, like, shriek and back out, like she forgot I was there or something, but she just came in and closed the door.

It wasn’t anything sexual, either. She didn’t come on to me or anything, she just went about her way, casually getting things out of her dresser, looking in the mirror, moving stuff around on her vanity, holding a casual conversation about what was on TV or whatever, I could barely think because I was so distracted. She was acting perfectly normal other than the fact that she was naked.

I couldn’t help but sneak peeks, and longer looks whenever I got the chance, not like I had to worry because it wasn’t like she was trying to catch me or anything, but I was still worried she might. I had no idea what was going on, still don’t to this day. Her family weren’t nudists or anything, as far as I had ever known. I had been to her house before, nothing like this ever happened.

I fully believe she wasn’t coming on to me or trying to entice me in any way, either. I've told a very few people this story before, and they all seem to think I missed my cue, like she was giving me a signal, but I sincerely doubt it. She never gave me any kind of look or approached me in a proactive way or anything, there wasn’t anything sensual or cloying about her manner. She acted the same way she acted while clothed. I’m pretty sure if I had tried to hit on her or touch her or anything, she would have thrown me out. I didn’t so much as comment about her nudity, for fear of ruining anything.

Instead I just accepted the strange luck I had been given and let my eyes absorb everything. For a good while she stood in front of her big vanity mirror with her back to me, giving me a good look at both sides. The mirror wasn’t full length but it was big enough to let me see everything. I remember her wispy blonde pubes, thin enough to let me see the lips of her vulva beneath. I remember her holding the towel with her left hand while bending over to retrieve something from a low drawer. The dimples on the sides of her butt.

Eventually she took the towel off her head and dabbed at her legs and backside a bit with it, before brushing some kind of products through her long blonde hair, still nude the entire time.

I tried not to be visibly excited but I was exploding, in my mind. She shook her still damp hair and retrieved some more things from her bureau.

Eventually she put on a white, lacy bra, not see through but frilly, and then some shiny, slightly blue panties, I watched her pulling them up the entire time, wishing I were them. She finished getting dressed and opened her door, then came and sat beside me on the bed, her hair was still slightly damp.

We sat there watching TV and chatting, eventually her father came home and greeted us, soon enough the rest of her family was there, as well. I was still running her previous nudity through my mind the entire time.

After who knows how long, it got dark, I left and went home. She and I were still cool that entire summer, still hung out at the pool a lot, but there were no more nude house visits after that. I hung with her at her house a few times after that, sometimes we were alone again, but they were all normal, fully clothed hangs. Much to my chagrin.

After that summer we were still cordial, but she was already moving on to different friends, mostly girls, generally stuck up snobs. We would see each other in the hallways and be cool, but we weren’t really hanging out anymore. I still hung out with her brother sometimes, but she would only barely acknowledge me when I was over.

We fell even further out of touch after that, maybe an acknowledgment in the hallway, head nod or a smile, but no more friendly stop and chats.

After a while I realized I stopped seeing her or her brother at all and found out months after the fact that they had moved to another city, entirely! Didn't even think to tell me about it, the last time I had hung out with her brother, nobody had mentioned anything about moving.

I never found out what was going on that day, never found out if hanging out naked was something she had done with other people or something, like it was just normal for her, never found out if she thought I was gay and that’s why she was fine being naked around me, never found out if I was actually totally wrong about it being innocent casual nudity, nothing.

Even to this day I would love to ask, if I somehow got back in touch with her. If she would even remember at all, or if she would remember but pretend not to, or if she would think/pretend I was making it up and being some kind of freak for even bringing it up. Like I was trying to get with her or something. Maybe be freaked out that it's been on my mind this many years later. I just want to put an end to my nagging curiosity, is all.

The whole thing was very weird, and she’s almost become a bigger part of my memories, than she ever was a part of my life, which is sad when I think about it, especially with how important it all felt back then, friends seemed like the biggest thing in your life, people you would know forever, and then one day you just, never see them again. It's an odd feeling when a memory seems more real to you than the person the memory is about, has a bigger impact on your life than the person it's about.