Male Friends

She only wanted to ask an awkward question; that same night, she ended up in my bed, determined to discover what she could feel.

All it took was smelling him again to know I wouldn’t leave that room the same woman who had walked in.

We came down from the stage laughing, but as soon as the apartment door closed, nobody wanted to keep pretending.

I went into that empty construction site out of curiosity and came out with my mouth full, my legs trembling, and wanting the next one to come in.

When she said she wanted to play with four men in the street, none of us imagined how far that night would go.

I went to watch a movie with my best friend and his girlfriend, but when he stepped out for a moment, she cornered me and everything changed.

Diego slept facedown. I stared at the ceiling with my hand between my legs, returning in my mind to that night in the back room of Rocco’s bar.

I pushed her toward that fantasy for months, until Saturday arrived and I realized another man was going to fuck her in our bed.

I woke naked among friends and a tattooed stranger; when I opened the window, I realized the dirtiest part was still to come.

I thought we were going to a barbecue with friends, but when I saw my husband kissing another woman in front of me, I knew that night I was going to cross a line.

I invited him upstairs while I was still wet from touching myself, and that night at the hotel became an unstoppable chain of sex.

I recognized him across the party and never imagined we’d end up alone, our hands trembling and our cocks hard inside my car.

I went in for a haircut before leave and came out knowing who would suck me, who would open his ass for me, and who I’d end up with in a car.

She led me from the porch to the bathroom without letting go of my hand, locked the door, and looked at me in the mirror as if she already knew how it would end.

I went to work as a waitress for a few hours at a house with a pool, but the way they looked at me from the moment I arrived made it clear nobody wanted just a drink.

Camila was waiting for me with a party for thirty close friends. What I didn’t expect was finding a blonde in the shower or ending the night between two strangers.

My wife returned from the neighbors’ place with blazing eyes, her pussy still trembling, and one clear condition: next time, I had to watch everything.

She invited me to stay alone with her for a week, and from the first night I knew she didn’t want to treat me like an ordinary guest.

When we pulled down his trousers in front of everyone, J had no idea that the visit would leave him moaning, on his knees, amid asses and an unforgettable surprise.

My friend closed the door, looked at the men in the living room, and said that anyone who wanted to fuck should step forward. I was already wet before it began.