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Jun 28, 2017

Taking It Slow {Age Gap/Straight Couple}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled some of them blips in the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re-post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]


I slowly sank into her. She pulled me closer. She wanted it to happen so quickly, but I wanted to not rush the moment. She was finally legal. 

I made her wait. I told her it was better this way. That there was no rush. But she didn’t see it that way but loved me enough to wait. But she didn’t wait patiently.

She never ruined our dates, but she spared a minute, if not a few seconds, to remind me of what else we could have been doing. Her clothing shrunk by the month. Her suggestions got bolder. It was as if she was in a race with her own birthday.

Her eighteenth birthday was going to be a day that we will both remember.

She showed up early and even woke me up with her repeated ringing of my door bell. She looked far too chipper for that time of the day. She took my hand and lead me to the bathroom. I went along to see what she was going to do as I started to really wake up.

She jumped up onto the counter and lifted her legs to pull down a pair of green lace panties. She dropped them next to this little bag that she had brought with her. Her skirt stayed hiked up, showing off a lovely dark brown bush of trimmed hair between the top of her thighs.

A buzzing sound pulled my attention away. I saw an electric razor in her hand before she opened her legs a little more.

“No,” I implored her as I realized what she was going to do.

“I’ll let it grow back,” she said before she started at the top and worked her way down.

“Then why shave it off at all?” I asked as I watched as she de-aged her pussy.

“When you first met me,” she started without looking up. “I was bald down here.”

“So?” I asked her when she didn’t continue.

“It’s my first fantasy,” she said as she looked at me for a moment before going back to executing her plan.

“You had fantasies that young?” I asked as internally moaned as she got rid of the last of the hair down there.

“Of course,” she said as she dusted the last bits off her body and onto the floor between us. “I was young, not unknowing,” was her defense. I continued to watch as she wet a washcloth, that she also brought with her, and whipped her sex down to really get all the hair and clean her skin.

Next was a bottle of something that smelled like flowers but looked like an oil. She rubbed it over her shaved flesh and into her vagina. I had kept myself from touching her for so long that I wasn’t sure what to do other than lean back against the wall in my small bathroom as I watched her starting jilling off.

“Catty?” I asked her as she pulled her legs up and placed her heels on the edge of the counter showing off her pussy that she continued to push into and the hole below it that looked far more inviting that it should have. As I reached my hand forward to brush my cock through my boxers, I pulled back.

She was just watching me as her eyes got a little darker and her eyelids looked too heavy to open all the way. She didn’t answer me but moaned as her knees came together and her fingers left her vagina to rub furiously at her clit.

I was a man, not a saint, I told myself as I reached into my underwear and pulled on myself three times before ditching the garment completely. I looked down to make sure that I wouldn’t trip somehow as I got undressed. When I looked back up again, her eyes were more alert as she looked at me.

As I stepped closer, she leaned back against the glass. Was her hair that messy when she first got here? I asked myself before my eyes continued traveling down her face, over a black tank top that hid the kind of bra she was wearing. Then there was the bunched up dark blue skirt that was around her waist. It hid her navel leaving a small patch of skin before I entered her deforested zone. Her mound looked indecently bare and slick before I watched her clit that stood tall and pulsed just above her folds that she left open for me.

I could see the mixing of her own juices and the oil she had used. I wanted to lick it off and bury my tongue as deep as I could get it, but I wanted to fuck her more. She has already prepared herself for me and no condom was needed since she’s been on the pill since she was fourteen due to the recommendation of her family doctor.

I slid my cock over her folds once before I slowly started to push in. Her legs went around my waist and resisted her push to go deeper faster. I sank down into her hot insides and fully seated myself before kissing her breast through her clothes.

She didn’t react like I expected her to. There was no recognization of pain in any of her movements which just proved to me that her teasing about sex toys hasn’t been just words to me. That gave me permission to move sooner than I thought I would be able to. I pulled all the way to the tip and sank sinfully slow back inside.

I felt the pressure from her walls. I knew she felt it all. I moved just a tad faster on my second stroke. I even rocked up a little pushing her clit into my pubic hair. That got a moan out of her. I tortured her with my slowness as enjoyed it all. By the time I had her writing under me, she was naked. Her tank top long ago stripped from her body. Be bra was the matching half of the panties she got rid of earlier and her skirt wasn’t far behind in its removal.

When I was there myself, I pulled her up by the ass and carried her into the bedroom. I disengaged and dropped her to bed that she had woken me out of. She looked up me, waiting for me to continue and smiled as I lowered myself to her level. I kissed her inviting lips before I turned her over. I spread her legs and pushed into her again without pause. Her body bowed and her legs spread even wider.
She rocked back into me as she sought her own end. I held her legs. I held her waist, but when I had a fist full of her ass, that hole begged me to play with it. Her slick oil made it easy, and her increased moans and pace told me she was having fun.

“Robert,” she moaned and my dick ached with lust for her. Then she said it again, and again and I felt her body changing. Her passage got wetter, her legs started to shake, her core trembled, her voice got higher each time she uttered my name. Her body bounced off mine like a ball being smacked into a wall.

I slid my thumb into her ass repeatedly. I got up on my knees and pushed forward as much as she was pushing back. She was cumming and I wanted to feel it mixed with my own.

I swore as my own toes curled as they hung over the side of the bed. My name was now shouts from deep down inside her as I watched her starting to get unglued.

She shook and spasmed as she at times buried her face in my sheets and didn’t. The suction her vagina held me in was a demented dream that had my cumming not that long after she did. I looked down at her as her sweaty body left an outline on my sheets. Both our harsh breaths were easily heard in the now much quieter room.

I fell forward onto my hands and kissed her shoulder.

“Happy Birthday Catty,” I said before I did let my body cover hers and I wrapped my arms around her.


Tumblr link so you can see the photos.

Jun 2, 2017

... I felt like writing something... {Age gap/Gay}

[ I have a number of short stories over at Tumblr. So short, I don't really like to call them stories. I even labeled some of them blips in the tags. But I promised I would share, so I'm going to pick the longest ones to re-post here. And maybe one or two that I really liked that aren't so long.]

[The photo I got this story from can be found at the link below along with the Tumblr post I'm copying this from.]

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“I used to have a very dominant boyfriend, he would get home from work and I would already be naked for him... he loved it when I would call him daddy and would tell me what a good boy I was every time we finished having sex. The worst part is... he was my best friends dad and no one except me and him knew about it. He’s married"
I think this one needs to be picked apart, or added to, a bit.
I haven’t been able to forget the first time I laid eyes on my last boyfriend for the first time. When we were together, it was comforting and perhaps I remember it so well now because I pulled it to the front of my mind so often when we were together.
I walked into my room to find him talking to John, my roommate this year. Last year I was paired with a senior, and this year I got a freshman. Despite a three-year gap, we became fast friends John and me. 
“Oh, sorry,” I said before I started to back out. I really should have knocked I realized as I started to back out. I looked at them as gave an apologetic smile as I moved backwards. 
“Don’t bother, I was just leaving,” were the first words he said to me. I gave him my full attention as he moved in my direction. He was tall and my kind of good looking. He was smiling and somehow I knew this was important. He was important. 
After seemingly by chance meetings and moments of contact via the land line in my dorm room, we exchanged cell phone numbers and once we both confessed to having some kind of an attraction to each other, we set up our first date. We met at Applebee's on what turned out to be a very busy night so we sat the bar the entire time. When we became brave enough to talk about something other than John, it became a fun and informative date. 
I didn’t have a car at the time and took the bus to met with him. So as he started to walk towards his car I explained that my bus stop was in the other direction. It was a notion that he quickly dismissed as he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards his car. I looked around to see if anyone was nearby, never mind looking at us, as I put up no resistance as he pulled me forward. When we got to his car, he leaned against it and pulled me against his body. My hands went out and braced myself against the car to keep myself from crashing too hard into him. We just looked at each other as we both waited for the other person to make the first move or end, if not put off, what was likely to happen next. 
His 3 inches of height on me had me breathing in the mix of Heineken, Winterfell and the last of the onion rings he ate before we left. One of his hands was rubbing my back as if he was telling me to hurry up and do something. So I did. I leaned forward as I pulled a fist full of his hair and his head down to mine. My lips burned from the prolonged pressure as we stood there kissing and grinding until a car passing by honked a few times. By the time we pulled apart, the car was gone and I knew the feeling of having puffy lips.
I’m now living in my own place. I moved out at the end of my junior year and into this apartment with Todd’s help. There were many reasons behind my move, but everyone could be forgiven for just coming up with one or two of them. It wasn’t really ‘my apartment’ for the first two years I lived here. This was our apartment. Our home. Todd and I. He didn’t come home to me every night, but he wasn’t gone long enough for me to be concerned about him. I knew he had another life, and we were always in contact with text and calls. 
When our times lined up, after a few days of sending what our weeks looked liked with work, school, and obligations to each other, I knew when he would be staying and for how long. This is when my mental prep for him began. Of course, I cleaned the apartment if it needed it and shopped for food to feed two people instead of one. 
I learned his sexual ticks gradually before I moved out of the dorm. By the time we were living together, we both knew what to expect from each other. What we needed the other to do. 
I would be naked, prepared and waiting for him to walk through the front door for the first time we meet again after a while. He would crave having me call him Daddy as he sank his cock into me repeatedly. The first time, the second time, the next and up until the last. Once I was able to wrap my brain around it, It also became a turn on for me. I only moaned, yelled and whispered that word during sex. He would answer me back with ‘Good Boy’ when we climaxed and resting in each other’s arms no matter where we did it. The living room floor, out bed, the couch, the stairwell of the apartment building. That earned me looks from a few other tenants for a week at least. 
We lived our life happily with few problems for the next 3 years. John and Todd came to my graduation. They and about 8 of my other friends threw me a party when I was officially hired by the company I was interning at for my last year of college. We, Todd and I, even attended John’s graduation with his mother. 
That was one of our problems. In fact, this might have been when the problems for us started. I had to stand next to my boyfriend as he stood next to his wife as they cheered this son graduating from college.

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Sorry, no pic for this post. I just saw a gay confession and ran with it. But here is the link anyway.