StoryXGPT - AI-Generated Erotic Stories

Snow lashed against the narrow window of the third-floor dorm room like frantic fingers clawing for entry, the winter gale howling through the cracks of the old brick building. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of instant ramen and cheap vanilla candle wax, the single desk lamp casting elongated shadows across peeling posters of indie bands and a rumpled twin bed piled with mismatched blankets. Sissy huddled on the edge of the mattress, his petite frame swallowed by an oversized hoodie that draped over his slender shoulders and narrow hips like a shroud. At 18, fresh-faced with tousled blonde hair falling in soft waves over his forehead, he was the picture of shy vulnerability—pale skin flushed from the chill seeping under the door, big blue eyes darting nervously as he scrolled through his phone, heart pounding from the storm's isolation. No roommate tonight; the dorm was half-empty for winter break, leaving him utterly alone.

A thunderous knock rattled the flimsy door, jolting Sissy upright. Before he could muster a response, the knob twisted—unlocked, as always in this trusting hellhole—and the door burst open with a gust of arctic wind. Framed in the threshold stood Christopher, a towering 30-year-old Adonis sculpted from gym-forged muscle, his blonde hair dusted with snowflakes that melted into damp spikes. His athletic build strained against a fitted black jacket zipped halfway, revealing a glimpse of chiseled pecs beneath a thermal shirt. Piercing green eyes locked onto Sissy like a predator sighting fawn, lips curling into a dominant smirk as he shook off the blizzard's bite. "Fuck, it's a warzone out there," he growled, voice deep and commanding, slamming the door shut behind him. Snowflakes swirled in his wake, sticking to the threadbare carpet.

Sissy's breath hitched, cheeks burning crimson as he scrambled back on the bed, knees drawn up defensively. "W-who are you? This is my room—" His voice was a whispery squeak, inexperienced nerves twisting his gut into knots, yet a forbidden thrill sparked low in his belly at the stranger's raw presence. Christopher was no lost student; he was alumni, back for a quick campus check on his old haunt, caught in the squall. But seeing this delicate blonde boy, alone and trembling, ignited something feral.

"Name's Christopher," he rumbled, peeling off his jacket to reveal arms corded with veins, broad shoulders rolling as he advanced. The room felt smaller, hotter, the radiator's hiss underscoring the tension. "And you're gonna let me warm up. Door was open—invitation enough." He loomed over Sissy, who shrank back, pulse thundering in his ears, a confusing heat pooling between his slim thighs despite the fear. Christopher's gaze raked down the boy's body, noting the petite curves hidden under baggy clothes, the shy avert of eyes. "What's your name, pretty thing?"

"S-Sissy," he stammered, hating how it sounded now, so exposed, so fitting. His small hands clutched the blanket, but he didn't move away as Christopher sat heavily on the bed's edge, the mattress dipping under his weight. The man's scent—musk, pine cologne, fresh snow—invaded Sissy's senses, dizzying.

Christopher chuckled darkly, one large hand shooting out to grip Sissy's chin, tilting his face up with unyielding force. "Sissy, huh? Perfect. Look at you—blonde like me, but soft. Fragile. Bet you've never had a real man take charge." Sissy's lips parted in a gasp, eyes widening as electric fear and desire clashed. He should scream, push away—but the dominant stare held him captive, his body betraying him with a twitch in his panties (hidden shame from his secret late-night fantasies). "N-no, I... please," he whimpered, but it was half-hearted, dramatic turmoil raging: innocence crumbling under intense hunger.

In a blur of motion, Christopher yanked Sissy forward by the hoodie, crashing their mouths together in a brutal kiss. Lips bruised against teeth, tongue invading like conquest, tasting the boy's sweet inexperience—cherry lip balm and nervous saliva. Sissy mewled, hands flailing before clutching Christopher's shirt, the athletic chest like warm steel under his palms. Snow-melt dripped from the man's hair onto Sissy's neck, chilling skin already prickling with goosebumps. Christopher's free hand roamed possessively, shoving under the hoodie to pinch a flat nipple, twisting until Sissy arched with a sob of pleasure-pain. "That's it, sissy slut," Christopher growled against his throat, biting down hard enough to mark, sucking a purple bloom that throbbed with every heartbeat. "Beg for it. You're mine tonight."

Sissy's world narrowed to sensations: the storm's muffled roar, the lamp's amber glow gilding Christopher's predatory form, his own cock straining painfully against lace panties he'd slipped on earlier in lonely whim. "P-please... touch me," he breathed, voice breaking dramatically, tears of overwhelm pricking his eyes. Shy no more, submission flooded him like the blizzard outside—intense, all-consuming.

Christopher stripped him savagely, hoodie ripped over blonde head, revealing smooth porcelain skin, tiny pink nipples erect in the cold air, a flat belly quivering, and slim legs parting involuntarily. Sissy's panties—pink, sheer—were exposed, his modest erection tenting the fabric, a wet spot blooming. "Fucking perfect sissy cock," Christopher sneered appreciatively, palming it roughly through lace, thumb grinding the head until pre-cum soaked through. Sissy bucked, crying out, sensations exploding: rough denim of Christopher's jeans against thighs, the man's hot breath ghosting his navel.

Pants dropped next—Christopher's massive, veined cock sprang free, nine inches of thick, throbbing dominance, pre-cum beading at the slit, balls heavy and drawn tight. Sissy stared, mesmerized, mouth watering despite inexperience. "Suck it," Christopher ordered, fisting blonde curls to force Sissy's face down. Lips stretched wide around the girth, jaw aching as he gagged on the salty musk, tongue lapping clumsily at veins pulsing like ropes. Christopher fucked his throat mercilessly, hips snapping, balls slapping chin slick with spit. "Deeper, bitch—choke on Daddy's dick." Tears streamed down Sissy's cheeks, mascara (secret touch-up) smearing, but ecstasy built: the degradation, the fullness, his own cock leaking profusely.

Pulling out with a wet pop, Christopher flipped Sissy onto all fours, ass up on the creaking bed. Cold air kissed exposed cheeks as panties were shredded aside, revealing a tight, pink pucker winking nervously. Lube snatched from Sissy's drawer—hidden stash betraying his fantasies—smeared thickly, fingers plunging in without mercy. One, then two, scissoring the virgin ring, prostate hammered until Sissy wailed, prostate orgasms rippling through him dry, body convulsing in dramatic shudders. "So tight for me—gonna ruin this hole," Christopher rasped, the room echoing with wet squelches, snow piling silently outside.

Finally, the breach: Christopher's cockhead breached, inch by burning inch splitting Sissy open. Pain bloomed white-hot, then melted into blinding pleasure as fullness consumed him. "Fuck, you're gripping like a vice," Christopher groaned, bottoming out balls-deep, pubes grinding against pale cheeks. He pounded relentlessly—slow grinds morphing to jackhammer thrusts, bedframe slamming wall in rhythmic fury. Sissy's cries escalated: "Harder, Daddy! Own me!" Petite body jolted, nipples scraping sheets, cock flopping untouched, dribbling ropes of cum onto the blanket in hands-free bliss.

Christopher's hands branded everywhere—spanking reddened globes to fiery welts, yanking hair to arch Sissy's back, choking lightly to heighten gasps. Sweat-slick skin slapped, the air reeking of sex and snow. Climax built dramatically: Sissy's vision whited, screaming as another prostate-fueled orgasm milked him, ass clenching vise-like. Christopher roared, flooding deep—hot jets painting walls, overflowing in creamy rivulets down thighs.

They collapsed entwined, Christopher's muscular arm pinning Sissy possessively, breaths ragged amid the dying storm. Outside, snow blanketed the world in hush, but inside, the dorm room pulsed with aftershocks of total, kinky surrender—Sissy's shy world forever shattered by the blonde stranger's unyielding grip.