Texting-4-Sex: The 5-Story Collection of Sex-on-the-Run
By John Martin
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Five freaky incidents of 'sex texting'; horny guys taking the quick route to hook up, bunk up, and unload, No time wasting, no face to face chit chat, and no dating; this is the short cut method of getting laid. Author John Martin excels, taking realistic situations and writing them in his unique style that is guaranteed to get you reaching for your phone.
Please note: Some of these are 'straight-on-target' extracts from longer versions that have been listed before, some even making the best sellers lists; Titles include: 'I Covered Him in Ball Juice', 'Group Therapy', 'Suck it Like That…'
5 red hot stories containing graphically described sexual content and suitable for mature adults and over 18's only. Looking for some real hard hitting reading? You just found it – Scroll down and enjoy now!
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Texting-4-Sex - John Martin
Age and Consent Disclaimer:
All characters contained in this work are aged 18 or over and all sexual activity was entered into of the participants own free will: Role play and Fantasy.
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1: I Covered Him in Ball Juice
The bus lurched to a stop at the terminal, its tail pipe releasing a plume of grey exhaust. Brendan inhaled deeply, trying to sear the sights and sounds—and even the smells—into his brain. If tonight turned out to be a night worth remembering, he’d want to remember every little detail.
There were a total of twenty other people waiting in line to board the bus. Twenty other people waiting for their trip into the city, away from the little backwater town with its family values and morals and its religious devotion to high school football.
Or, at least, that was the way Brendan saw it. And this bus would be the start of his journey of breaking out of it all. Of doing what everyone expected of him—settling down with a nice girl and having a nice little family. Of living a lie for the rest of his life.
No, this bus represented to Brendan the one chance he had to be who he wanted to be.
His pocket felt leaden with the papers he’d printed off from his desktop inkjet—printed onto the back of scraps with old bank statements, community newsletters and various purchase confirmations that had been laying around. He was itching to immerse himself in the reading material he’d compiled for the trip. He hoped no one would sit beside him.
As the line started moving forward, he heard his name called out, the voice high and clear and familiar.
Hey, Brendan,
Stacie Jesson called from across the terminal.
Brendan suppressed a frustrated sigh, plastered a bright smile on his face, and turned.
Stacie, you minx. Where have you been?
Stacie beamed her million dollar smile with the zoom-whitened teeth at him. She was just as stunning as he remembered her.
Haven’t seen you since we graduated. How are you?
Brendan stepped back to let others in line pass him. Um, yeah, good. College is going well. You?
Oh, you know. Busy, busy,
she said. You still with Amy?
No, we called it off before I left for college.
Aw, that’s too bad. You guys were great together. Although,
she laughed, and leaned in like she was sharing a secret, I never could understand what someone like you was doing with someone like her.
Brendan simply smiled. He wasn’t going to get into his reasons for dating Amy for so long. Safe, little, unassuming Amy Tattersall who was holding onto her virginity until marriage. Stacie wouldn’t understand.
Hey, I won’t keep you, but give me a call sometime, huh? I always regretted the way we didn’t get to ... you know ... hang out in high school.
Brendan didn’t need to hear the suggestive way she accented the words hang out
to understand her meaning. It was what Stacie Jesson had been known for back then. Was known for still, by the looks of it.
Sure, sounds great,
he lied.
Once he was safely on the bus and in a pair of seats all to himself, Brendan put pretty, slutty, mind-bogglingly self-centered Stacie Jesson out of his mind. He was too excited to dwell on her.
As the bus pulled away from the terminal, he settled down into his seat. The slow, burning thrill in his belly heated up as he thought of the night ahead of him.
He pulled his printed papers from his pocket furtively, glancing around to make sure there was no possible way the other passengers could see the black and white words on the creased pages, and begun to peruse them.
They were the best parts from nearly six months of on-line conversations with GoldenBoy. It was an on-going chat that Brendan made sure no one back home ever found out about. His web browser history was diligently deleted. The words they’d shared copied and pasted into a password-protected text document. It felt so good to him to have them out now. In the open. Where any number of things could happen—they could be dropped, inadvertently glanced at, or torn from his hands by any of the passengers on the bus—and it wouldn’t be the end of the world.
Brendan began to read the chronologically printed dialogue, a faint half-smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
January 21st:
GoldenBoy: So, this ur first time chatting w/ another guy?
FireFox: Yeah ... sort of. Kinda hooked up on line w/ another guy last month. Didn’t work out tho.
GoldenBoy: I work out.
FireFox: Lol. Not what I meant.
GoldenBoy: I know : )
FireFox: U ripped then?
GoldenBoy: Hells yeah. Built like a brick sh*t house. U?
FireFox: Used 2 be. Not as much any more. But I’m OK.
March 15th
GoldenBoy: U ever been w/ another guy?
FireFox: Not full-on sex, but yeah. A bit.
GoldenBoy: Older or younger than u?
FireFox: Older. By a lot.
GoldenBoy: That’s hot! Anyone good? Like the pastor or ur rich uncle or something?
FireFox: High school football coach. Last game before grad. He was 60.
GoldenBoy: Ur making me stiff. Tell me about it.
FireFox: I stayed late cuz this girl was hounding me 2 go out after the game. Coach was there late too. Caught me on the can w/ my fingers up my a$$ and jerking myself. Asked me if he could blow me. I said yes, and then he got down on his knees & sucked me off while he jerked himself. I jizzed all over his 60 yr old face & he jizzed all over the floor.
Brendan chuckled to himself remembering it. And then felt himself swell underneath his jeans as he read the next line.
GoldenBoy: I’m jerking off right now thinking about it. Cum w/ me.
Brendan remembered how he had masturbated then, how he’d taken himself in his hand and pumped furiously, his arousal heightened by how new this all was for him. His growing erection throbbed with an urgent desire to be touched now. He stopped reading, forcing himself to stare out the window at the passing scenery until he’d grown flaccid again.
April 9th
GoldenBoy: What’s ur real name?
FireFox: U first.
GoldenBoy: Taylor. Now u.
FireFox: Brendan.
GoldenBoy: Brendan. I like that. Now I know what name to scream out when I’m thinking of u and touching myself.
May 27th
GoldenBoy: U ever had anything up u when u masturbate?
FireFox: No. U?
GoldenBoy: Of course. It feels awesome when u cum. U should try it.
FireFox: Yeah, maybe.
GoldenBoy: Try it now. Tell me how it feels.
That had been a big step for Brendan. He hadn’t even known what he could use. He remembered frantically scouring the house for something that would serve the purpose—the handle of his sister’s hairbrush, a rolling pin ... he’d finally landed on the handle of his skipping rope he used for quick cardio. It was a decent shape—smooth, plastic, tapered.
And Taylor had been right. When he came, the handle of the skipping rope inserted deep in his rectum, the sensation was more intense than anything he’d ever felt before. He’d erupted all over himself, his fluids spurting up and out of him with an unexpected force. He’d pumped his arm furiously, milking himself stroke after stroke. And when his orgasm had subsided, there was still a gentle tickling sensation in his loins that felt so satisfying, he indulged in a few more leisurely strokes.
That was the moment, the turning point for Brendan. An awakening. It was what had made his answer to the next question Taylor had asked him, which he’d printed out to read on the