Please see my Substack for more stories foxemerson. I don’t just write porn, I write the kind of scenes that feel like they actually happened to you.
Glory holes, cheating husbands and straight boys who aren’t all that straight. If it’s anonymous, risky, or just plain wrong, I’ve probably already written about it.
These are the kind of scenes you jerk off to, then sit there wondering if you should talk to someone.
Comments are welcome. Just tell me what got you off. You can also suggest a story arc.
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Fox Emerson Stories
Below you can find the complete collection of stories by Fox Emerson.
Morning after turns into something deeper when Miles wakes tangled in Rhett’s arms. What starts as slow kisses becomes Rhett’s first time, raw and trusting, and leaves them both wrecked, sated, and pretending they’re not falling for each other. Breakfast can’t hide how much has changed between them overnight.
At a barbecue by the park, temptation sits only meters away inside a public toilet. Between glances, risky laughter, and a friend’s suspicious disappearance, the narrator finds himself pulled into another dangerous, encounter. Nate reappears, bold and smirking, and what happens inside the stall pushes secrecy, risk, and desire to an explosive edge.
They eat burgers naked, talk about exes, then suck each other off like they’re memorizing it for finals. Rhett opens up, Miles lets go, and by the end they’re jerking off side by side, covered in cum and feelings but things are about to get really deep.
Caleb spots a familiar stranger at the mall. The same man he once watched suck cock in a public stall. But this time, they lock eyes. What follows is a slow, sweaty encounter in a hidden toilet neither of them will forget. Public sex, nervous tension, and one hell of a climax.
Rhett’s back, Miles’ wife is gone, and one spontaneous visit leads to something raw, risky and real. Some lines you don’t just cross. You fuck on them.
A silent, soaking reunion. I thought it was just roleplay. Then he called me coach and reminded me who he really was. Now I can’t tell if I fucked him or if he exposed me.
I was just trying to escape a shitty workday. I didn’t expect to find a glory hole, or the thick, hard cock of a construction worker on the other side. What happened next blew more than just my mind.
He’s in my shower, wet and waiting. That perfect bubble butt glistens under the water and I still can’t believe he’s here after getting out of my bed. Just the blonde boy, soaked, steamy, and young enough to probably want to go again.
I didn’t answer. I crossed the space between us and kissed him, my hands sliding down to tug his jeans the rest of the way off. He stepped out of them without hesitation, kicking off his shoes at the same time but leaving his white socks on, fulfilling a fantasy I'd forgotten.