Sex Texting for a ‘Quickie’ - 6 Erotic Gay Stories of ‘Stranger – Danger’

By John Martin

Freaky, kinky and hot!  Six shorts all about 'sex texting'; horny teens who take the quick route to hooking up for the night.  No need for time wasting, or face to face talking, or even dating, this is the short cut way of getting laid.

John Martin with the latest of his short story compilations; extreme erotica that leaves nothing to the imagination. Slow build ups leading onto explosive climaxes.  Strong sexual content suitable for mature adults and over 18's only. Please note: Some of these have been listed before, some even on the best sellers lists; so check titles in case you read them before; 'Pay Back Time', 'Texting U… U No Wat I Need', '', '3Way. Nothing Better!', 'The House Down the Street', 'The Audition', 'Your Meat, My Ass'.

This is graphically described sexual content suitable for mature adults and over 18's only. Looking for hardcore reading? You just found it – Scroll down and enjoy now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Martin
• Release date: Feb 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393376620

Book preview

1: Pay Back Time

The words on the screen were intimidating. Scary ... but thrilling at the same time.

Y don’t we meet up?

Meet up. That only meant one thing coming from someone in a chat room like this. Members of this chat room weren’t looking for long walks on the beach and someone to take home to mom and dad. Daggs certainly hadn’t wanted that when he’d signed up ... but now that he was being handed a fuck buddy on a silver platter, so to speak, he wasn’t really sure if he could handle it, or if he was ready. Or was he?

U still there?

Daggs’ fingers hovered over the keys, indecisive, wavering on how to respond to Florian. It had only been two weeks since his messy breakup with Ryan. Two weeks of guilt and pain, of sleepless nights spent drinking just to forget. Two weeks without Ryan’s smiling face to wake up to every morning. Two weeks of existing with all his stuff still in their apartment, like ghosts haunting every corner and every closet. Two weeks of wondering when Ryan would show up to pick it up, and of Daggs going out of his way to be home if and when that happened. Could he get any more pathetic?

Ya, still here, gimme a minute, I’m on the phone.

It was a lie ... but Florian would never know that. But maybe it would do him some good—a meaningless shag to get rid of Ryan from his mind. Take Florian up on his offer for no other reason than to screw his troubles and cares away. Stranger sex; no ties, no lies.

Sure, I’m game. When & where?

Florian messaged back with the details. Next Saturday. Eight pm. At Florian’s place. Daggs felt a ripple of apprehension run through him as he wrote the details down on the scratch pad beside the computer. What if Ryan was planning on coming back to him? What if he said he was sorry, that he’d never meant all the hurtful things he’d said, that he wanted them to get together again? What if?

Ryan coming back to him was a delusion. It was stupid, silly—Daggs knew it would never happen. In the last few months they’d been together he’d been painfully aware that a breakup was imminent. He could feel Ryan slipping away from him, bit by agonizing bit. Apparently two years of him was more than Ryan could take. But still, Daggs couldn’t quite face up to it—that Ryan was gone and the relationship was over.

Daggs had suffered a blow the week before when his pal Cory told him that he’d seen Ryan at The Columbus Club. He’d been on the dance floor, grinding and moving with a beautiful, young Latino boy. Cory claimed that they’d been kissing and groping each other quite openly—not unusual at a place like Columbus, but definitely not Ryan’s style. And from what Daggs could tell, it seemed that Cory had thought the same thing—he’d told Daggs that he was sorry, and had patted him on the back sympathetically.

Daggs wanted to smash Ryan’s face in when he’d found out about that—only a week since they’d broken up? Two years together and a week was all it took Ryan to get over Daggs? But, of course, if Ryan had come back that next day and apologized, Daggs would have taken him back in a heartbeat.

Fuck it; enough was enough. Time to move on, play the game, chase ass, leave Ryan in the past where he belongs. Yes, he was definitely doing the right thing. Shag Ryan right out of his brain—Daggs just hoped that Ryan could feel his teeth when he sunk them into Florian’s fleshy ass cheeks and bit hard.

Really? It’s been two weeks since you’ve had a good lay? Cory said. His eyebrows were raised and his voice took on a tone of mock surprise.

Hell fire, it’s been a hell of a lot longer than just two weeks, actually. Two weeks is how long ago me and Ryan broke up, Daggs corrected.

Damn, Cory said, shaking his head in disbelief; two weeks in their world seemed like an eternity.

Daggs laughed begrudgingly. C’mon man, stop teasing.

Cory winked mischievously. He sat on the wooden bench in the centre of the gym’s changing room beside Daggs. His bare torso was hunched over, and he rested his elbows on his knees. The white, bleach-scented towel was draped haphazardly over his lap, and barely covering his hip.

I’m serious, man. You got a real problem on your hands. If you go meet up with this Florian guy for a quick screw, because you’ve been so long out of the game, you’re likely to shoot your load at the first stroke. How embarrassing would that be?

Alright, alright. I’m worried enough about that without you reminding me, thanks.

Daggs stood up from the bench and began stripping off his sweat-saturated workout wear. As he did, he was keenly aware that Cory was watching him intently. Naked and glistening with sweat, Daggs grabbed his soap and shampoo from his locker, slung a towel over his bare shoulder, and stalked off towards the showers; his flaccid cock swinging comfortably as he went. Hanging his towel on a hook outside, he stepped into a sterile, white stall and pulled the curtain shut behind him and turned on the water. The hot steam filled the small stall, and Daggs shut his eyes and turned his face to the shower head, enjoying the feel of the water as it splashed gently over his deliciously sore muscles. From behind him, he could hear the shower curtain rustle. Turning and opening his eyes, Daggs watched as Cory stepped in.

What do you want? Daggs asked. But from the lustful glint in his eye he could tell what exactly was on Cory’s mind.

Okay, hear me out, Cory said soothingly, leaning closer to Daggs. I know you’re looking forward to this shag date you’ve got planned, and that you’re pumped about it being the first time since Ryan, but all that stuff I said was true, what you’ve got to worry about. How about you let me take care of that little problem for you, huh? It’s the least I can do for you, since we’ve been friends for so long and all.

Daggs lowered his head, ready to protest. But when his eyes took in Cory’s swollen cock, desire stirred within him—shit, he’d forgotten how big Cory was. Cory sensed Daggs’ hesitation, and pressed in closer, the tip of his cock brushing gently against Daggs’ puckered sack.

.....what exactly did you have in mind? Daggs said, his voice husky.

Cory grinned slyly and slowly bent down and sank to his knees. I’ll show you, he said.

Placing his hands on Daggs’ hips, Cory pressed him backwards until he was leaning against the white, plastic side wall of the shower stall. Daggs sighed as he felt Cory’s mouth run over his belly, kissing and licking in a downwards trail to the base of his cock, which stiffened rapidly under Cory’s touch. With a skill that Cory was famous for in their circle, he began massaging the length of Daggs’ shaft with his lips, his tongue, even his teeth.

Daggs could feel his slippery tongue tracing each vein and contour, from his root to his sensitive cock head. He could feel Cory tonguing the pee hole at the tip, tasting the pre-cum that was beginning to ooze out, salty and slick. The shower overhead pounded down on him, and he turned his head up and into it, letting the cascading water patter over his eyes, his mouth, his neck.

Cory stood and turned Daggs around to face the back of the shower stall, placed his palm on Daggs’ belly and started to bend him, his other hand pressing on his shoulder; Daggs stiffened in protest.

Hey. Don’t worry, Cory whispered, No funny business..I ain’t gonna fuck you. Just help you out, lend you a hand.

Daggs relented under Cory’s firm control and braced his hands against the shower wall and spread his legs shoulder-width apart as Cory kicked his legs open with his foot. A moan escaped Daggs’ lips as he felt Cory’s finger slide into his puckered hole, inching its way inside, right to the knuckle; his other hand sliding down to his stiff shaft, wrapping his soapy fingers around it and beginning to stroke it slowly up and down. With each slippery stroke, he slid his finger in and out of Daggs’ hole, speeding up and slowing down, teasing and denying him.

Holy fuck, Daggs gasped. His balls hard and tight as Cory skillfully edged him, bringing him closer and closer to an orgasm.

This is all you need, Cory whispered close to Daggs’ ear. His breath hot and thrilling against Daggs’ neck. "You just gotta cum, let it all go, that’s all. Just a quick hand job