Author: bodedude

Just a guy

“Ah fuck dude.  You promised to work it in slowly, that was not slowly.  You punched into my virgin ass in one hard stroke.”

“That’s right, and you took every inch like the pussyboy you are.  I am sure it hurt like hell, but I don’t really care.  It felt good to me and I liked the look on your face as I penetrated you.  You should get used to guys telling you lies to get a shot at that cunt.  That’s what men do.  We will say anything to get a bitch to put out.  Don’t get me wrong, I would never treat a woman or even a gay guy like that, but a bitch is an entirely different matter.  A bitch exists to satisfy the needs of real men, and you my friend, are a bitch.  Your new cunt is going to satisfy a lot of men.  You will have cocks of all shapes and sizes punching into you, over and over.  I suggest you try to get whatever pleasure you can from this, because we are just getting started.”  

Looking down, trying to figure out why his cock sometimes takes over and makes him do things he does not want to.  It gets him into trouble.  It makes him say things he does not mean.  It will do anything to make sure it can sink deep into a tight hole and blow a load.  It’s like he has no control of it, once it gets an idea in it’s little head.  

Take last night, for example.  He knew it was a bad idea, he knew he should not do it, but, once again, his cock took over and made him cunt his drunk roommate. He came home and saw his roommate passed out on his bed with his tight ass sticking up in the air.  His cock suddenly grew to full size and started telling him that fucking his roommate would be a good idea.  It started talking to him, rationalizing the idea of ramming into his tight hole.  Before long he had unzipped and let the big guy out.  He leaned over and pulled down his roommates boxers. His cock was throbbing and letting him know how great it would feel to punch into that hairy ass. It started telling him that his roommate was asking for it.  If he did not want to be fucked, he would not be laying there with his ass exposed.  

Now his cock had come to life again, It was telling him that since his roommate, had taken his load last night, it would be willing and able to take it again every night.  His cock was giving him the idea that his roommate would be an excellent cum dump for him for the rest of the semester.

Occasionally the ideas his cock has, are good ones.

My best friend and I were in the basement, getting high.  The conversation turned to sex, as it always did, only tonight something was different.  My friend had broken up with his girl two weeks ago, and he was really, really horny.  He kept looking at me, and rubbing his crotch.  His shorts were seriously tented out, and I could not help but look.  He kept groping himself, while looking me in the eyes.  His grin was growing and it looked evil.  I knew this grin, It meant that my friend had an idea.  Whenever he got that grin, he would talk me into doing something that I did not want to do.  Over the course of our friendship he had talked me into skipping school, taking my first drink, getting high for the first time, sneaking into a bar with a fake ID.  

That grin, combined with the really large boner pushing out on the front of his shorts, was not a good sign for how I would be spending my weekend.  I knew that he had an idea on how to drain the built up cum in his balls.   Based upon our past, I also knew he would be able to talk me into anything.  He always had that effect on me.  

As he pushed me down to my knees, and grabbed the back of my head, I remembered all of the other times he had talked me into doing things I knew were wrong.  To be fair, every other time he had pushed me further than I was ready to go, I had ended up enjoying whatever it was he had talked me into. 

My new roommate, Bill, had been a dick since we moved in two weeks ago.  He is a inconsiderate, rude, condescending douchebag slob.  So when he came home tonight drunk and woke me by throwing up in the bathroom sink, I decided enough was enough.  After he passed out, I took some photos.  

In the morning, he found a series of these photos printed out with instructions on what he needs to do to correct his behavior.  Each time he fails to follow the instructions, one of his friends is sent a photo and an invitation from Bill asking to be used like a whore.  

In the two weeks since the night the photos were taken, his behavior has greatly improved, he has learned some new skills and eight of his former friends have made use of him.

He looks like a man, but in reality he is nothing but a cum hungry slut for the guys at the gym.  They have trained him to service them using his holes. Now they are selling him like a whore.   He is at a sister gym on the west coast, taking a picture in the toilet, before heading out to the locker room.  His instructions are to wait there until the men changing clothes see him and recognize what he is.  I should not take long, as the signs are obvious. He is no longer allowed to wear underwear, other than jock straps.  He must keep himself smooth, no hair allowed below the neck. Plus, his gaping cunt will be twitching at the idea of a locker room full of real men fucking him.  

“Good morning, Mrs Johnson.  Is Billy around.  I was hoping he could help me take care of something big this morning?” 

“Well yeah, he is a great help.  Yesterday he helped a group of my friends with some hard problems they were having.  Really took a load off their minds”

“Yes, I think that helping out the guys will make him more popular.  They all told me what a relief it is having someone like Billy around.  Makes them all more relaxed and stress free.”