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[Story] Converting an Asshole to a Cum-Slut

Converting Mike Davenport from Asshole to Cum-Slut
Erotic fiction by Outsfguy

10-07-2013



Background:


My name's Rex, and here's how ten years ago me and my buddy Bruce got even with our class, no-class, asshole bully – Mike Davenport. We're all about 25 now, so you can do the math.

Here's the background on why this k** deserved to get his ass revenge-****d. First of all, Mike was a sexy mother-fucker; tall, lanky and full of nervous energy that came out in spurts of meanness. He had a moptop of dirty-blond hair that covered his ears, and that shook when he jerked... Continue»
Posted by outsfguy 1 year ago  |  2

[Story] His b*****rs were afraid of him, but I thought Jun

Getting Fucked by Junior, or
Hair of the Dog that Bit Me

Erotic true-fiction by Outsfguy
09-30-13 - Dedicated to my buddy, Samfreak. This story would be a lot different without his work as inspiration. Thank you.



"A lad of life; an imp of flame,
Of parents good; of fist most valiant.
I'd kiss his dirty shoes, and from my heartstrings,
I love the lovely bully."

William Shakespeare



His b*****rs were afraid of him, but I thought Junior was fucking hot. He was like a long-haired teenage Paul Newman, and he knew it.

It was a spring Friday, and he had picked m... Continue»
Posted by outsfguy 1 year ago  |  5

His b*****rs were afraid, but I thought Junior

Getting Fucked by Junior, or
Hair of the Dog that Bit Me

Erotic true-fiction by Outsfguy
09-30-13


"A lad of life; an imp of flame,
Of parents good; of fist most valiant.
I'd kiss his dirty shoes, and from my heartstrings,
I love the lovely bully."

William Shakespeare



His b*****rs were afraid of him, but I thought Junior was fucking hot. He was like a long-haired teenage Paul Newman, and he knew it.

It was a spring Friday, and he had picked me up from school. In the fall I'd start high school, and this dirty-blond Apollo of a brute would enter his fourth ye... Continue»
Posted by outsfguy 1 year ago  |  7

Getting MP Over a Chair - Part Four

..."No…" you say "…no, not like this…"

I open my eyes. You are looking back at me.

I pull out. You rise and take my hand.

"Not like what?" I ask.

You smile; the first I've seen from you. Then you take my hand and lead me to the front of the chair.

You sit. You grab your legs again like before, and offer up your glossy and gaping hole to my body. You tell me matter-of-fact: "Like this. Cum in me so I can see your face."

I'm sure a lecherous sneer comes over me. I kneel and sidled up to your impressive backside. My dick enters you like a foot into a sock; with warm and exp... Continue»
Posted by outsfguy 1 year ago  |  5

Getting MP Over a Chair - Part Three

...What's that I hear, as I continue to move my hand in and out of your boi-pussy?; as my mouth rides up and down on your pulsating cock?

"Fuck me…" is what I hear. "…just fucking take me, and cum in me."

Before I let you up, I lean back on my haunches and draw your feet to my chest. You let them rest there, and as I hold your gaze – which is now narrowing like you are exhausted – I move both your big toes to my mouth. I use my lips and kiss them together, then part and let my upper flap fall on top of your toenails. You moan. My lower lips take your big toes from underneath, and then m... Continue»
Posted by outsfguy 1 year ago  |  1

Getting MP Over a Chair - Part Two

...Back my finger goes, now slick and cooling, to your love portal. You push your ass out to me, and I love that.

"Yeah," I say "you want it in you, don't you, stud?"

"Um…" comes out of you as if from everyplace but your mouth; your body beneath my touch vibrates deep, like a bass fiddle that's been strummed with f***e.

I move the spit all around your opening, and you let go a little. Your hole opens, and a bit of my spit sinks in, along with my fingertip. Inside, you feel like melted chocolate; like my finger just strayed under a wedding reception cascade of flowing richness – only... Continue»
Posted by outsfguy 1 year ago  |  1

Getting MP Over a Chair - Part One


You wanna know, MP? Know how I would love on that beautiful ass of yours..?

First of all keep calling me 'baby.' Do that all night long and let me know you like the way I attend to your backside. You just stand there; don’t move. Now, let me sink to my knees behind you. There. You feel that? That's just my hand on your waistband. Relax a little, yeah; arch your ass a bit towards me. Don't be stiff. Now I can slip a couple of fingers between the rough elastic of your basketball shorts and the silky smooth of your skin. In they go; down go your pants. Now, part that crack a little. Yeah spr... Continue»
Posted by outsfguy 1 year ago  |  3

The Art of Dirty Talk

The Art of Dirty Talk
Erotic Fiction
By Outsfguy
03-15-13


(This is a shout-out to the one who de-friended me – 'Cum' back to me man – even your jealousy is fucking hot! Cum back so we can continue our bouts of verbal love-making, for no one can go balls-deep like you. No one, man)


I) Start Slow; Learn how to Tease the Situation:

2:49 am, March 8 outsfguy
Hey man, I love the pics you posted of your body and cock. So hot!

2:52 am, March 8 Sebedeus47
You like em? –

2:53 am, March 8 outsfguy
Fuck yeah! Did you see the comment... Continue»
Posted by outsfguy 1 year ago  |  3

[Story] That phrase: 'beat your meat' still get

My First French Kiss, or A Boy and his Redhead
Erotic True-Fiction by Outsfguy
03-08-2013


(dedicated to my good friends and mentors, CigarDad4Dad, and Lovearub. Each continue to inspire me everyday, and in every way.)

That phrase that boys will say to one another: 'beat your meat' still gets me rock hard every time I hear it, and there's good reason why.

Summers when I was young we took a f****y trip to Arizona. My dad had friends in Demming, NM who relocated to a small town in Arkansas, so the break between my eighth and ninth grades, we took a... Continue»
Posted by outsfguy 1 year ago  |  8

That phrase: 'beat your meat' gets me ro

My First French Kiss, or A Boy and his Redhead
Erotic True-Fiction by Outsfguy
03-08-2013


(dedicated to my good friends and mentors, CigarDad4Dad, and Lovearub. Each continue to inspire me everyday, and in every way.)

That phrase that boys will say to one another: 'beat your meat' still gets me rock hard every time I hear it, and there's good reason why.

Summers when I was young we took a f****y trip to Arizona. My dad had friends in Demming, NM who relocated to a small town in Arkansas, so the break between my eighth and ninth grades, we took a... Continue»
Posted by outsfguy 1 year ago  |  4

I told myself I didn't care, but then I almos

Cum on the Ceiling and a Tardy little Valentine
A true story by Outsfguy



I told myself I didn't care, but then I almost started balling like a baby.

"How was your Valentine's Day?" My coworker innocently asked.

"Fine," I started, then for some reason dropped the bullshit "well, actually, it sucked – and not in the good way."

"Why? What happened!?"

Still in my 'laugh it off' mode, I tried: "He forgot, that's all. See, every year we've been together, I get him chocolate, and he gets me roses for Valentine's Day." This is where I had to stop unpacking my bag and gul... Continue»
Posted by outsfguy 2 years ago  |  2

[Story] So I had my cherry popped? Who could fucking tell.

First Fucked – or, The Chary of the Heart
A true story by Outsfguy



'So I had my cherry popped? Who could fucking tell? Who knows only a week ago I went home with my first man, and he grunted and came all over my belly; his monsoon pants blowing in my ear in his ecstasy. Fuck it, so why do I feel sad. No one gives a damn.' I stood in the same nightclub as last week, doing the same things, watching the dancers have a wonderful time, and I knew I was a different person inside, but out there, could anyone tell?

Wasn't sex supposed to be the portal to self-confidence; to the gr... Continue»
Posted by outsfguy 2 years ago  |  7

So I had my cherry popped? Who could fucking tell?

First Fucked – or, The Chary of the Heart
A true story by Outsfguy



'So I had my cherry popped? Who could fucking tell? Who knows only a week ago I went home with my first man, and he grunted and came all over my belly; his monsoon pants blowing in my ear in his ecstasy. Fuck it, so why do I feel sad. No one gives a damn.' I stood in the same nightclub as last week, doing the same things, watching the dancers have a wonderful time, and I knew I was a different person inside, but out there, could anyone tell?

Wasn't sex supposed to be the portal to self-confidence; to the gr... Continue»
Posted by outsfguy 2 years ago  |  3

[Story] The Man was lost in his own world...

Cruising in Japan - The Dark Side of the Truth
Erotic fiction by Outsfguy


The Man was lost in his own world. Outside, the summer cicadas of 1954 clung tenaciously to the trees of Hibiya Park, while inside the public men's room, the mosaic blue and while tiles on both the floor and walls looked overtly grimy. The Man was here for a purpose, as were most of the other men who drifted in and out: always alone when entering, usually accompanied in exiting.

The Man was twenty-years old, still a boy himself really, but the realities of the pressures that befall any Japanese man entering leg... Continue»
Posted by outsfguy 2 years ago  |  2

The Man was lost in his own world...

Cruising in Japan - The Dark Side of the Truth
Erotic (non-porn) fiction by Outsfguy



The Man was lost in his own world. Outside, the summer cicadas of 1954 clung tenaciously to the trees of Hibiya Park, while inside the public men's room, the mosaic blue and while tiles on both the floor and walls looked overtly grimy. The Man was here for a purpose, as were most of the other men who drifted in and out: always alone when entering, usually accompanied in exiting.

The Man was twenty-years old, still a boy himself really, but the realities of the pressures that befall any Japanes... Continue»
Posted by outsfguy 2 years ago  |  4

[Story] I was twenty-three at the time...

Five-and-a-Half Loads and a Half-Ounce of Gold
A true story by Outsfguy

Part one: I Swallow his Honey-Sweet Cum


I was twenty-three at the time, and tired. I had just spent 24 hours on a bus from Jakarta to Bali, and this trip was proving to be something of a bore. The hot and straight eighteen-year old son of my co-worker who lived in Jakarta was going to Bali to drink and fuck whores to celebrate in the New Years - he and his buddies from the international school.
On the bus, only the hot k** and his geeky – and also straight buddy –
said much of anything to me. Th... Continue»
Posted by outsfguy 2 years ago  |  11
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