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Tell us all a a hot, erotic moment/scene that you have actually encountered in your lifetime.

Mine was actually in a dream.

For some reason I was laying on my bed and two hot muscular guys were rubbing oil all over each other above me. For some reason my rod felt like it was having a tip of its orgasm over and over and over again. That climactic climax and awesome sensation was pulsing through me so much over and over. I swear, I have never felt that amazingly pleasured as I had at that moment. The pulses continued as the guys looked at me and smiled and turned around, then showed me their perfects butts...and then...

But anyway long story short, I felt like I had the same AWESOME orgasm for about 10 minutes straight. I've never felt anything like that in my life. When I woke up..well....I was..err..covered...but yeah. I wish I could get a dream like that again =(

Nice story.. Sadly i have not had such dreams, or if i do i do not remember them.

It sucks that the dream only happened one time =( I woke up with the BIGGEST smile ever!!

As would I. Send that dream my way...extended versionn...director's cut!

Delivis saidAs would I. Send that dream my way...extended versionn...director's cut!

Hahahaha. Don't worry there was way more to it...that I can remember..

terra22 said

Delivis saidAs would I. Send that dream my way...extended versionn...director's cut!

Hahahaha. Don't worry there was way more to it...that I can remember..

Well stop holding out on us already. Get with the dream erotica!

Well I've always said if my bf ever cheats on me it will never be because of bad sex.

Hottest thing I've ever done was had sex on a subway train at three in the morning.
Then there was the time in the confessional.
Oh, and the restrooms at that Italian restaurant
Oh yeah, let's not forget the fire escape outside my bedroom window!

luvjunkie saidWell I've always said if my bf ever cheats on me it will never be because of bad sex.

Hottest thing I've ever done was had sex on a subway train at three in the morning.
Then there was the time in the confessional.
Oh, and the restrooms at that Italian restaurant
Oh yeah, let's not forget the fire escape outside my bedroom window!

Erotic stories and moments man lol. Not the hottest places where you've had sex.

The ZiMaRcHiVeS present...

A Sweet Case of Mistaken Identity
Date: Mon, 7 Jan 2002 14:09:52 -0800 (PST)


In my previous posts, I often mentioned that the last
resort to serve yourself as a "bait" will have to be
to the young, overworked and underpaid Arab waiters
here in Dubai. I think the stress of it all make them
horny and "giving" all the more. Anyway, there was
one early morning in August when I was out of luck to
find someone to give head to (at least!). It was
almost daybreak when this Egyptian guy (which I found
out later, of course) kinda sensed what I was looking
for. He wasn't really that good-looking though, but
he sure has a fat bulge there in his crotch... which
was probably an extended morning hard-on, I suspect.
I was reluctant at first, but for the heck of not
going home "empty-handed" (or is it "empty-headed"?),
I kinda let off some stream by being straight-forward
enough to touch his inviting crotch, mindless of the
people in the streets taking a brisk walk. He talked
in a little English. To my further disappointment, he
insisted that we set it some other time. This got me
begging that I give him a quickie blow job, where else
but at the ever-reliable Emergency Exit staircase, at
the back of the lifts of the building where he has his
accommodation. He promised that I can do anything I
wanted on him, but on a better time. He needs to
report for work because there were only two of them in
the opening shift of this restaurant.

Okay, fine.

So I went home weary and frustrated. But I didn't go
home empty-handed at all ...'cos I took some very sour
grapes home with me. He wasn't my type and his face
isn't that re-callable anyway, so "qalas!". In the
days and weeks that followed, I would see him but I
wouldn't really greet back even if he did by a
recognizing glance. I hated him for the reason that
his fellow waiters in the restaurant where he works
also greet me now as if they know something!
Which is good for "free underground publicity", or
should it be better termed as "referrals"? He was
really getting into my nerves! What if I were walking
with other people who knows me? I really hated him!
But this hate further fuels the sexual tension between
us, I admit that. As they say, "the more you hate the
more you lust".

One time, there was a last spare shot in my camera, so
I thought of getting a pic of my first "sex-buddy" in
Dubai who also lives in the same building as this
Egyptian guy. Mind you, this "sex buddy" I'm
referring to is a 19-year old Syrian who's yet to
become a "fuck bud". As I was waiting at the ground
floor for the lift to open its doors and take me to
the first floor, this Egyptian guy came was on their
way to work and we actually saw each other
face-to-face! I dunno how to react. It felt as if I
saw a ghost in front of me. His fellow waiter, a
good-looking one was with him so that got me into
shifting a "civil" mode, even if I felt I was having
hypertension! You know, just to cut the unexpected
encounter short, I offered to take their picture. And
I did. They were so happy, as in! I promised them
that I will give them a copy when it's processed.

Soon after, I began working and saw less and less of
them. Months passed before I saw again the other guy
whom the Egyptian waiter was with that night I took
the picture. I remember him, definitely. So I tried
to flirt a little promising him that I will give him
the copy "tomorrow", until I managed to exit Dubai the
second time for my visa change. At the back of my
mind, I will make this picture a ticket to getting
what I wanted from him in return. So I still have the
picture with me as I write this. *he he!*

And then comes back Mr. Egyptian waiter to the
picture. Gosh, I thought he was history already! And
it got me thinking now why is he working now in the
restaurant just right beside where he used to work?
Wasn't he banned at all, considering that he seemingly
transferred to a direct business competitor of the
restaurant he used to work for? Anyway, before he
said a word, I told him, "Did you see the picture? I
gave it to your friend." He said "yes", "yes",
almost nonchalantly. On a closer look at him, in
broad daylight, he isn't that bad-looking at all.
Maybe his looks improved for the reason he doesn't bug
me now at all. Apart from the fact that I used to
look away each time we see each other by chance then.
Beginning that time (which was only recent), coming
home from work at night is something I look forward to
'cos you know... *wicked grin* Just a few days ago, I
tried to infuse my naughty motive by adding spice to
the dying "Happy New Year, Habibi" greeting which was
like three days old. There weren't much customers so
I gestured him to come out as I was to whisper
something to him. As he got closer to me, I whispered
"Nikni, nikni...yala!" He seemed to have gotten a bit
surprised that all that was spontaneous for him to do
was laugh! That was kinda expected. But I
immediately gestured my forefinger to my lips with a
"sshhh!". He nodded. As I left I saw from my
peripheral view that a fellow waiter stationed outside
the restaurant asked what that was about... and I
hardly cared.

Now I am faced with one problem. My Syrian sex-bud
shares the same flat with Mr. Egyptian, so I have to
be extra discreet not just with their other flatmates,
but now, to Mr. Syrian himself! Talk about being
afraid of your own shadow!

Today happens to be my day-off. I know Mr. Syrian's
work timings but I have to check if he were at work
before I check out their flat to pretend I was looking
for him, in case somebody asks. So he was at work.
Now, it's time for me to see who is there in their
5-bedroom flat. I was so lucky to see Mr. Egyptian
smoking from the main door which was always left open.
My craving for flesh enveloped my being and told him
in my try-hard Arabic diction, "Amus e lak e rak???"
I immediately touched his crotch which was
unbelievably thick even if it’s not erect! He was like so
surprised now with my aggressive behaviour. He went
on to take my hand away from his crotch and said
something in Arabic which of course, I did not
understand. Maybe I said it quite like an Arab which
got him replying that way, sounding equally straight
to the point.

He led me to his room and unfortunately, one of the
restaurant's cook was there in the same room with him.
So here I go into my "wholesome-I'm-not-here-to-harm-you" mode.
I gotta think of a topic now... Ah! The pictures! So I asked him if he
saw the copy already. He went on to reply with his
very limited English, as he pulled from under the
double-deck bed his luggage. He handed me an album of
full of mouthwatering pictures of men which I feasted
eagerly. I learned that he was part of his hometown's
football team (which looked every inch a pro), and the
pictures were of him with his teammates on training,
actual game and chill-out shisha sessions. So I went
on to ask, "So is this in Egypt?" He shot back, "No,
no Egypt. That (pointing at the pics) Lebanon." I
replied, "Huh? I thought you were from Egypt?"
Quickly he said,"No, no, no... Lebanon. I play
football. This my team ...He, the coach. Me, seven
days go Lebanon for football." He showed me his
gorgeous leg muscles and I immediately felt my ass
wanting every inch of his cock in my being, regardless
of the potential pain I have to endure!


(continued...)

(continuashun...)

My alarm levels got high at this point when he went on to add
that he is not coming back to Dubai anymore. Oh no,
could this be another potential case of "the man who
got away"?!?! In my mind, "I gotta get rid of this
aging cook!" Thank goodness, he went out to get
himself some tea. But I was begging him repeatedly in
a very low voice, "Amus e lak e rak, Habibi!?
Pleasssssse!" Now it was his turn to do the
forefinger to lips gesture "sshhh!" "Close the door,"
he added. I did in no time without locking it for
now I was prepared even if the cook saw me sucking him
or whatever.

Oh man, was I in for a treat! He was getting harder
and bigger by the second as I rub his provoked
athletic manhood. This is like a part of a "sweet"
dream when you just stop breathing involuntarily! his
equally distributed body hair... his very natural
masculine scent got my ass lubricating by itself...
My initial mouthful was cut short when we heard the
doorknob. FUCK! I can kill any distraction right
here, right now! We managed to
"play-like-nothing's-happening" just before the door
opened! So he went casually to ask if I have a
girlfriend. "Mafi" (“none”)was the most obvious answer. As
the cook went out to the "veranda" (balcony) overlooking the
main road, I attempted to rub his very very angry
cock. Now both of us are suffering. He whispered
come back in 5 minutes, for the cook will have to go
back to the restaurant after his "tea break". So he
lead me to the door and I went outside to get a
breathe of cool fresh Dubai air, while munching on my
"limited edition" Twix chocolate mint bar. I really
took my time. Fifteen minutes to be exact! So off I
went back to the flat. It was embarrassing because as
I was standing outside pretending to "wait" for the
lift to open, the cook came emerged from the flat's
door, to think that I bid him goodbye 15 minutes ago.
"Going down?" I said. He nodded. So off we went to
the ground floor. Now this is good riddance for sure!
Soon as he was out of sight, I rushed back to the
building and from the door of the flat, I saw walking
by its corridor a wickedly irresistible figure of a
man in black underwear with such unforgettable
prominence! That sight of him will always be retrieve
from memory by the time I jack off thereafter! He
didn't see me from the door so I walked towards his
room. Oh no, maybe it was another person 'cos I saw
another man (now dressed) in the room opposite his. I
reached for the doorknob. Locked.

Darn.

I walked sheepishly toward the living room and from
the bathroom door I saw him. Smiling. So he was
expecting me after all. How nice of him to "clean"
himself first, I thought to myself. He unlocked the
door and peeked at the other room to see if it was
okay for me to proceed to his room. He gestured me to
come in quickly but quietly. And I did. It was me
and him now. I wanted to take off my jacket but he
said no. Actually, I want to take my all my clothes
off for this "athlete-catch-of-the-month"! It was a
matter of "it's now or never!"

He was still in his very sexy underwear, with a
maintained hard-on which was hard for me to believe!
I just wanna take the whole of whatever is in there,
whether orally or anally. FUCK man, there was no time
to waste! I was hardly breathing at this point. Like
there was a god before me, I knelt and devour on his
full 10'' and thick cock that only real athletic men
are endowed with. He asked, "Why you like this?" I
replied automatically "I like to eat you so much,
Habibi!" and went on to ask, "Good?" He knodded as I
didn't have second thoughts to ask him pointing to my
ass, "You want to fuck me here?" He asked back
"Down?" I knodded. He knodded. So I immediately
took off my short pants as I was salivating all over
his horizontal bare essential. I knelt facing the bed
(dog style classic) as I was in for a New Year's treat
(albeit a week delayed). Like a mantra to counteract
the torture of a huge entry from my behind, I
'chanted' in my mind,"...football player...now or
never..." I was maneuvering that he entered slightly
below where he was pushing. With much psychological
control as far as optimising the pain threshold of
receiving a "dry" cock anally without uttering a word,
I was prepared to "suffer this pleasure" in silence.
With just three thrusts,
(((AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!))) there he
is... IN ME. COMPLETELY. ALL TEN INCHES OF HIS
FOOTBALL-TRAINED MEAT. WHAT AN EXPERIENCE. It got me
feeling such tingling sensation to my balls,
especially when he began pumping! No pain has ever
given so much pleasure in return. That sexy image of
a real stallion in his own right pumping his way to
invade and dominate me... his wickedly horny facial
expression, his scent, his well-sculpted muscles, his
body hair, his athletic energy, his FULL COCK in me!
This is the only fuck I ever wished I have taped and
it all materialised with an ARAB MAN. I was intending
to keep those images of him as he was doing me, even
if it meant the additional suffering of straining my
neck to see him clearly. I did it all.

HE CAME AND HE CONQUERED. My mouth was so jealous of
my asshole that in a rush to catch all the HOT CUM his
hard cock was squirting so gallantly (I felt it as this
was already taking place in me...man, the sensation of
feeling his throbbing cock in my ass was
spectacular!), I don't care if I eat my own shit but I
have to suck him again to taste his remaining cum. As
I shifted, he was still coming and there was a spill
on the floor! I grabbed his cock from coming any
further and went down to lick his still-warm cum on
the floor...like a real bitch! I think he found this
too overwhelming that triggered his dark, animal side.
He went on rightaway to fuck my mouth! I was now the
one worried that the bed was making noise (only
minimal though). This was an opportunity for me to
masturbate to get my share of relief! Had I known
that he will be equally generous to my mouth too, I
should've let him come completely first in my ass!
His dark black chest, stomach and body hair which
failed to hide his well-sculpted abs, those strong
arms and legs, those delicious smell and taste of his
armpit and groin sweat... got me shooting at all
directions and him too, for the second time. With
such strength he got up immediately to get some
tissues. It took me another great amount of herculean
effort to tell myself that the show's over. As I was
cleaning up my ass, there was bleeding. I got
flushed to see that and immediately took on my shorts
and head back home, thank goodness mine was just in
the next building. Went to the bathroom and checked.
Yeah, I have to accept that it was impossible for me
to carry his entire load without "expanding" my
diameter. So my a-hole got a minor injury... sort of
a "tear", but it was worth it, even if I got more than
what I wished for.

Soon as I thought of sharing this story to you as this
"wound" is healing, I thought of masturbating again
with that helluva new year's experience fresh from my
mind. I looked for his pic which I took of him with
the other waiter, so I can have a better hold of his
image as I jacked off to it. Ah-hah! There you are!


To my total disbelief, it wasn't him.

terra22 said

luvjunkie saidWell I've always said if my bf ever cheats on me it will never be because of bad sex.

Hottest thing I've ever done was had sex on a subway train at three in the morning.
Then there was the time in the confessional.
Oh, and the restrooms at that Italian restaurant
Oh yeah, let's not forget the fire escape outside my bedroom window!

Erotic stories and moments man lol. Not the hottest places where you've had sex.

Those are my erotic moments, some people actually live out their fantasies instead of just posting dreams of em.

I live in a country where gay life is not very open. We're not in the closet, but there's a very slim chance that a gay guy would hit on you anywhere outside a gay club. So boring, I know..
So it was a very nice surprise when a guy came to me at a supermarket and told me that I seem to like healthy food and that it showed on my hot ass At first I was a little ... surprised. But then I realised he was a hot hunk and he wanted to sleep with me.... so I slept with him We just left the supermarket and went to his place. It felt like the sexiest adventure ever... at least for me, being a person who doesn't usually do that kind of stuff. So slutty of me... I loved it

Well, a few days later I saw what a moron he is, but that doesn't change the fact that we had a great time We stil see each other from time to time

Part of me still can't believe that this happened.
I just got off of work, having unloaded and entire trailer of store goods, i was still in work clothes all sweaty. personally, i thought i stunk, so i sprayed on a lil cologne before i left the building.
I had to catch the bus home that day, since i was sharing a car with my roommate, and he had the car.
At the bus stop, I noticed this guy glancing at me a few times, but shrugged it off.
the bus arrived and as i got on, this hot guy asked me where the bus was heading and i told him the east side, which is where his hotel was. I got on and to my surprise this hot blond, ice blue eyed guy sat beside me. Not knowing what to do, i just stayed quiet, until he asked if i could help him on what stop to get off on. I said sure.
We talked and i learned that he was on Kauai (island apart of Hawaii) on vacation with his friend, and they were both from Germany.
Well, his stop came and went, and then he asked me where he could get some coffee, so I suggested the Starbucks down the road from his hotel. It was so funny, because I've never met anyone who hadn't ordered from Starbucks before, but he was so cute at the same time.
We sat and talked for a little bit outside in the little courtyard garden area, both of us learning a little more about each other.
He then had to take a piss so i walked him to the rest rooms, he went in while i waited outside. With this restroom out of the way and a little run down, the door was missing a handle. I waited a few minutes wondering what was taking so long, and then i noticed the hole in the door, and i spotted him jerking off in front of the urinal.
I walked in ready to ask what he was doing, when he smiled and grabbed me by the back of my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. We made out in the restroom, with the excitement of getting caught in the air, as we moved into the nearby stall and closed the door. We sucked each other off for a lil bit, until i asked him if we could go somewhere more private.
I told him we couldn't go to my place, cuz of my roommate, being straight and a little uncomfortable with me bringing guys home; so i suggested his hotel room.
Well, he called his friend, they spoke in German so i couldn't understand. He hung up his cell phone and he said lets go.
We walked back to his hotel room, just a 15 minute walk away, and when i got there i was greeted by another equally hot shirtless German.
And what happened next i only seen in videos, and never imagined it happening to me. It happened three times that night, before i went home, because i still had work the next day. They gave me their numbers after, and i soon meet up with them that upcoming weekend.
Where they made me theirs. It was one weekend that I will remember forever, and still find hard to believe that it happened.