Writing Sex

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Frank was so horny he was feeling like a whore. He wanted cock. He wanted big cock. Uncut and veiny. The kind of cock you see in porn films. He wanted Sam.

Already he was visualising being on his knees, sucking Sam off. He wanted to feel his hair get tugged as he blew Sam. Fuck it! He wanted to feel Sam’s hand on the back of his head, forcing him to suck deeper. Frank loved that, being made to gag. He knew gagging drove Sam wild. Yeah man you’re so big, I’m fucking gagging on it!

When he was done blowing him he would offer up his ass. He really needed to get fucked. And he wanted cum. As mush as Sam could give him. He wanted to be fucked hard. No lube just spit. Sure he knew it would hurt. But it would hurt good. That pain was addictive. The first time he got fucked it hurt so much he could have screamed. But now he yearned to feel that pain again.

or

Frank could not stop thinking about Sam. Wherever he looked he saw  Sam’s naked body. He visualised the hardness of sam’s lust. Frank needed him. He closed his eyes and imagined taking Sam into his mouth. Taste and smell filled his mind,  almost as if he was there right now. Frank could almost hear the sounds of pleasure that Sam would make. They were the sounds he yearned too hear, they would always make his own lust harden.

Sam was all that Frank had ever dreamed about. The love of his life. He need to be in him. To have him wrapped up in his arms as they made love. Holding him, almost crushing him as they became one. He could stand it no more, he grabbed his car keys and headed straight out of the door.

Which do you prefer and why?

20 thoughts on “Writing Sex

      1. This is what I would do (just saying):

        Frank was so horny he was feeling like a whore. He wanted cock. He wanted big cock. Uncut and veiny. The kind of cock you see in porn films.

        He could not stop thinking about Sam and no matter where his gaze fell he envisioned the god-like man’s naked body as clearly as if he stood before him in the flesh. His smell. His taste. Frank wanted him. Needed him more than air.

        Closing his eyes, he imagined kneeling before his lover and greedily taking him into his mouth. He craved the urgency of his hair being tugged as he sucked the perfect throbbing cock further down his throat.

        Fuck it!

        He so badly wanted to feel the large familiar hands on the back of his head, forcing him to swallow more. Frank loved that, being made to gag. He knew gagging drove the man wild. Yeah, you’re so big, I’m fucking gagging on it!

        He could almost hear the sounds of pleasure that would fill the room. They were the sounds he yearned to hear, sounds that made his own cock engorge and pulse with excitement. And after Sam filled his mouth with cum, Frank would offer him his ass. He wanted to be fucked hard, given as much of a pounding as Sam could endure using no lube, just spit. Sure he knew it would hurt, but it would be a hurt good. That pain was addictive. The first time he got fucked it hurt so much he could have screamed. But now he’d do anything to feel that pain again. Sam was the love of his life.

        Frank could stand it no more. He grabbed his car keys and headed straight out of the door.

  1. Well, I prefer the first one. I love that it’s so primal and animalistic. I love that it’s honest and basic.

  2. Crap! That should have read “…but it would be a good hurt” (not a hurt good!). My point of the altered version above is you can be crude and raw but still make it somewhat romantic for commercial purposes. 🙂

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