DIRTY STORIES

"I remember that day like it was yesterday.
It was the very first time I cheated on my girlfriend,
and most of all, the first time I cheated on her with a guy.
Yet, I have always been attracted only to femininity,
to women, and to soft bodies.

But that day, an unexplained impulse was stronger than me:
I could not stop myself from opening my screen and going directly
to a purely gay dating website.
Even though the masculine side and men do not attract me at all,
I let myself get completely carried away and driven by the raw excitement
of the online conversation.

I was chatting live with a guy on this gay site, the words kept coming,
and the details became more and more explicit. I was alone at home,
my girlfriend was away at work for the day.
And you know very well how it goes in those moments:
when you let yourself go with the virtual excitement, your brain shuts off.
There is only your dick taking absolute control.
It is a wild desire to fuck, to cum, to empty that thick mass of cum
that weighs heavy and pushes from the bottom of full balls.
Just talking about it now, putting the words down and remembering it,
I can feel the blood rushing, I am getting hard just telling you
this story.

At the highest point of excitement, with a hard dick, I decided to take
the step and immediately setup the real meeting with this guy from the site.
The plan was made very fast: the guy used his work break
to join me with his utility work truck.
He arrived and picked me up at a specific spot.

As soon as I climbed inside the vehicle, with barely enough time
to sit down and exchange two words, we already wanted to move
to action. The need was too strong.
Physically, the man did not attract me at all, but my dick did not care:
it just wanted to penetrate a guy's hole,
no matter if he was not wearing lingerie or feminine things.
That day, I threw away all my usual fantasies.
I just wanted to fuck hard, empty myself completely, take a guy
and use him like a slut.

We moved without waiting to the back, in the dark loading space
of his truck. He unbuttoned and dropped his pants.
Deep down, I think he also had a woman in his life;
he had this dirty need to get fucked, and I had this rage to fuck.
Everything matched perfectly.

That day, I took big risks. The excitement was too high,
the temptation too hot, and in the rush, I did not even take
the time to think about buying condoms.
I pulled out my big, hard dick, and I pushed it directly
bareback into his tight ass, ready to be taken.

The skin of his anus was so soft. Pushing my big circumcised head inside
did not take any effort: it went in there like
a warm block of butter.
And there, I started to hit it hard, to fuck him like the gay slut
he deserved to be. His ass was clean, perfect, and quickly
wet from the internal mucus of his anus which lubricated my movements,
making the sliding almost as wet and warm as a woman's body.

The action was fast, intense, just five short minutes of wild pounding,
just enough time to finish my business.
I felt the end coming and I shot all my cum inside him,
emptying my balls like a wild primate, like a caveman guided by instinct.
I only thought about my immediate pleasure and that raw release.

As soon as I was empty, the pressure dropped instantly. I did not try
to talk, to be friendly or even to say thank you. The business
was done. I put my clothes back on immediately, opened and slammed
the heavy door of his work truck to walk back home.

Back home, in front of the mirror, I cleaned my dick, which was still
sticky and shiny from the internal mucus of his anus.
I took a good hot shower to wash everything away, then I sat back
on the living room sofa, my body relaxed, acting normal,
quietly waiting for my girlfriend to come back.

That day, I remember it like it was yesterday."

"At 22, my world ended where the sidewalk began. I was what people called a beau minet, a pretty boy, a mix of French and Algerian features that never went unnoticed. Even living on the streets, I kept myself clean and sharp; it was my armor. My headquarters was the stone edge of the fountain in front of the McDonald’s in Cannes. I would sit there to break the silence, soaking in the life of normal people to drown out the bitterness of my own struggle.

One day, a man in his forties passed by. I asked him for a coin, just one euro. He gave it to me without a word, a mechanical gesture, and walked away. In Cannes, everyone crosses paths by sight, but no one truly knows each other. At least, that’s what I thought.

A few days later, a guy I occasionally hung out with approached me and told me he was going to a party that night, asking me to come along to get my mind off things.

I followed him without asking questions, glad to escape my daily routine. We arrived at an anonymous door. It opened, and then came the shock. I found myself in the heart of a swingers' club. The music, the scent, the electric atmosphere... everything hit me at once. But the craziest part was the man who opened the door: it was him. The man from the fountain, the one who had given me the euro.

I would learn later that nothing was a coincidence. Cannes is a small world; he knew people and had specifically asked this guy to bring me in. He was the owner of the club.

He offered me a job right then and there. For the kid I was, the excitement was instant. Moving from begging on the street to the spotlight, serving bottles of champagne at tables, shirtless, in the middle of all that raw debauchery... it was intoxicating. I loved drifting into the dark corners and hidden nooks to witness the forbidden while I worked.

Then came the night the owner invited me to his place. It started out friendly enough, until he offered me a line of coke. My first time.

The effect was staggering. In an instant, it felt like all the knowledge of the universe was pouring out of my head with effortless ease. I was disinhibited, completely confident. That’s when he began to perform oral sex on me. It was my first homosexual experience. I’m straight, I love women, and I felt a sense of hesitation. But I couldn't refuse the pleasure. When he started licking my ass, I discovered sensations I had never even imagined. I enjoyed it in the moment, even if I didn't like the idea of something that devalued me as an active man. It wasn't unpleasant.

After that night, I went back to my bohemian life on the streets.

Today, I’m 45 years old. I’m still as canon as ever; time hasn't touched me. But the roles have reversed. Now, I’m the one who takes advantage of the young minets. I feminize them so I don't feel gay, and it’s me now who dominates the pleasure, taking control of their bodies just as it was once done to mine."

"When I was a kid, I was like a radar. Every time my aunt cleaned the house, I stayed close to watch. She wore very tight leggings that showed her body, and I knew that underneath, she was wearing tights. That material drove me crazy. I would stare at her feet and the way the nylon moved. I was completely fascinated.

I searched everywhere and I knew every corner of the house. It usually started with the laundry basket. I would put my hands inside to find my cousins' underwear. I was looking for marks and strong smells, and I would sniff them like an addict. It was my secret ritual in the bathroom.

My biggest win was finding my aunt’s secret hiding spot. I looked under the sink cabinet, behind the cleaning bottles, and I found her collection of tights. There were grey ones, blue ones, and all kinds of colors. This was my "material." I knew exactly where she hid them and I went there all the time. I would lock myself in, wrap myself in the fabric to feel the nylon, and masturbate into them.

That mix of strong smells and the feeling of nylon started everything for me. Today, I don’t need to search anymore because I am the one wearing the lingerie. Feeling the nylon on my own legs was just the natural next step."