He went deeper than anyone had previously. His foot long dick not only punched right thru my second hole, it went several inches beyond. It felt like I was getting stabbed. The guy knew how to use an over sized cock, as well. He stepped back from me, so that he could long dick my ass with every stroke. All the way in, then all the way out, over and over. It felt fucking amazing!
Showing off his big, thick muscle
Hangs a little to the left.
My best friend and roommate came out to me
yesterday. This was a shock to me, since we had been best friends since
childhood. He told me that he liked guys
and that he had always thought I was hot. I knew that coming out as gay was a
big step for him, and I was glad that he felt comfortable enough with me to
tell me his big secret. I wanted to be supportive, after all he was my best
friend. I tried to say encouraging things, like it did not bother me that he
was gay, it does not change who he is or our friendship. I knew he had no
control over who or what turned him on, but it was a somewhat weird, at first,
to realize that I was one of those things.
Over the next week the mood around the
apartment was a little strained. I was feeling self-conscious about my roommate
checking me out and he was feeling slightly embarrassed about telling his
lifelong friend that he secretly lusted after my body. I did not like the
tension in the air and knew it threatened our friendship. So on Friday night I
decided enough was enough and set out to clear the air. When he got home from class,
I was sitting in his recliner, watching TV, wearing only a jock strap. My buddies eyes popped
out when he saw me there. I had bought a case of beer and told him we needed to
talk. He looked frightened, but resigned. We went into the living room and sat
on the couch to drink a few beers before anything was said. I think we both needed to liquid courage to
have this discussion. I was not sure how to begin the conversation and he was
obviously waiting for me to take the lead.
The awkward silence was building up between us again and I knew something had
to be done. I suddenly leaned over and grabbed him in a hug, throwing him to
the ground. We wrestled on the living
room floor like we had done since we were 5 years old, except this time I was
naked except for a jock strap. Rolling
around together felt natural and he quickly relaxed and fought back, trying to
gain position. We flipped each other a
couple of times, but, like usual, I ended up on top with him pinned beneath me.
I straddled his chest and looked down and my buddy. “I am glad that you told me you are gay, we are best friends and there
shouldn’t be any secrets between us. I want you to know that I have no problem
with you being a homo or with you lusting after my cock. I have a nice fat slab
of meat between my legs and I can see how a fag like you would want it, but it’s
never going to happen. I am 100%
straight and have no desire to ruin our friendship by doing something weird.
However, I am aware that you have no control over what makes you hard. I have
had lots of inappropriate desires over the years, including some of your former
girlfriends. If I had known you were gay, I could have made a move on them, but
at the time, I would just store the images of their hot bodies in my spank bank
and jerk off to thoughts of them alone in my room at night. I am going to ask
you to do the same thing. I am never going to give you my cock, but I will
provide you with plenty of material for your spank bank. From now on, when we are alone in the
apartment I will walk around in a jock or pair of boxers. You can check me out
as much as you want and later, in the privacy of your own bedroom, you can
stroke your self silly to the memories of my hot body. This is my gift to you. I want us to be comfortable around each other
with none of the tension that we both have felt over the past week. So how about it, does this sound like a plan?
You get to check me out, but you understand that I am off limits.”
“Sounds good to me. Thanks for being so cool
about this.”
“Hey, what are friends
for? Our next problem to solve is getting you laid. A good looking, jock homo, like yourself, should
not have too many issues finding someone to jump your bones. I can be your wing
man and you can be mine, just like best friends should be. We can go out to the bars and you can help me score with chicks and I can
help you score with dudes. Takes some of the competition out of our friendship.
I think we need to do this stat, tonight, you need a big fat cock inside of you
immediately.”
“Wait, how do you know I am not a Top? Maybe I want to put my dick into another guy,
instead of getting dicked?”
“Oh please. You are
obviously a bottom. You just need a man to take control and show you how much
of a bitch you are.”
“What do you mean “obviously a bottom”? I am a
jock, just like you. I don’t look or act
all faggy. Hell, you did not know I was
gay until I told you”
“Yeah, but now I
do know and the rest of the signs become more obvious. Like, for example, I have been sitting on
your chest for the past twenty minutes and you have made no effort to get out
from under me. In fact, your cock is so hard, I am afraid you are going to rip out
the front of your shorts. If you are going to come out of the closet, you might
as well come out fully and stop trying to act like a man and accept your true
role in life as a fuck toy. Let some dominant man use you, like you need and
want to be used. Stop lying to yourself.”
I got off my roommate and stood up. I reached down and gave him a hand.
So how about we
get ready and head out to the bars in about an hour? I strongly suggest you go into the bathroom and quickly
bust a nut before taking a shower.
Don’t worry I will wait for you, then we can go. Trust me, If you don’t get off now, you are going to cream your jeans
the moment you start talking to a guy, and while the cum stain on your crotch will make sure he knows you are interested in him, it will also make you look a little too desperate.“
Non consensual throat cunting!
I just found out that my best friend…….make that my former best friend, has been lying to me for years. Turns out the guy I used to consider a buddy is actually a faggot. He just informed me that he likes cock, and, even worse, he informed me that he has always thought I was hot. He just admitted to lusting after my body, ever since we were kids. He dreams about my cock inside of him. He actually told me that he jerks off while thinking of my naked body. How gross is that. We were friends, I thought I could trust him.
I thought we were close, I have told him all of my deepest and darkest secrets.
I feel used and betrayed.
Well no more. If he is a fag, then he is a fag, nothing I can do about that, it’s just the way he is. It’s disgusting, but not my problem. If he had told me,long ago, instead of lying to me, we would have just moved on with our lives. However, since he has been lying and deceiving me for years, he needs to be taught a lesson. That is not how friends behave. I cannot let this betrayal go unpunished. He hurt me, now I am going to hurt him, and as the saying goes, let the punishment fit the crime. If he lusts after my cock, he will get more of it than he can handle. I am going to shove it down his throat hard and rough. He lied to me, our friendship is over. I no longer give a damn about him or his feelings and sick, twisted desires. In fact, I want to make him suffer for lying to me. He needs to know how betrayed I feel. He needs to know that he is nothing but a hole to me now. I am going to enjoy raping his throat. He does not get a say in this. I have no desire to have him suck me off, in fact he does not need to do anything but keep his mouth open take my cock. I want to force myself into his face. I want to skull fuck him. No holding back.
For years he has dreamed about getting my fat cock, now he will get it, but he won’t enjoy it like he thought he would.
Over the past few weeks my roommate has become less subtle in his desires. Since the night two weeks ago when we both got drunk, and I ended up sucking a load out of his cock, things have changed. It was supposed to be a reciprocal blowjob, just two frustrated, horny guys helping each other out. However, once he emptied his nuts, he rolled over and fell asleep, leaving me hanging. Every day since then he has made me suck his dick. I have become his personal cum dump.
He no longer wears pants around the apartment. His boxers are often tented out. He will start to grope himself, then he will signal that it is time for me to get on my knees. He has not talked to me since that first time, and other than the blowjobs he no longer even acknowledges my presence. I am no longer his friend and roommate. I have become nothing more than an object in the apartment to him. A thing that he cums into several times a day.
The totally satisfying pleasure of feeding his thick cock thru the partition and draining his balls into an anonymous hole.
It was my first time whoring my roommate out to strangers. He was not fully on board, so I duct taped his mouth to muffle the complaints. No one really cares what a fag says anyway, and tonight it’s his other hole that needs to stay open, providing access.
The collar is not to prevent him from escaping, he knows his place. It’s there because his ass clenches down in the most amazing way when he feels the shock. It milks a cock dry.
Right where you belong…..bent over between two men, taking cock at both ends.
Even though this was his first time with a man, he instinctively knew his role was to serve. He was there to provide pleasure to the man using him. So even though it hurt to be cunted by that big black cock, hurt worse than anything he had ever endured, he did not make any movements to prevent the penetration. He held his legs as wide as possible, allowing full access. Thru the pain of having his cherry harvested rough and hard, he kept doing everything he could to make sure the man using him enjoyed the experience.
Once the man had shot his load, twice, in his no longer virgin ass, he pulled out and flipped him around and forced him to clean off his cock. He then got dressed and left without another word.
For the man, this was just getting off, something he did almost every day, nothing special, but for the boy this was a life changing event. Giving up his virginity to a stranger, required him to re-think his life prior to this point.
At first the boy felt unloved and cheap….easily discarded by the man who used him. But then, he realized, that he also felt fulfilled. For the first time in his life he had actually made a man cum with his body. It was not the same as lovemaking with a women, there were no real emotions attached between him and the man.
They weren’t fucking, as much as the man was masturbating using the boy’s tight asshole to create friction instead of his own right hand. The man needed to bust a nut, and his hole made for a good place to bust it.
As he thought it through, he realized that both of them had played their roles perfectly. One giving cum, one receiving it, just like nature intended. When the man left without cuddling or speaking with him, he was not being rude or intentionally hurtful. In the man’s mind they had both done what they were supposed to do. The interaction between the two of them was over, there was nothing else that needed to be done. The closest example the boy could think of was when you wiped the cum off of your stomach with a tissue after jerking off. Once your stomach was cleared of the spent jizz, you threw the tissue away, you didn’t talk with it or hold it tightly.
At that moment, he realized that he was nothing more than a cum dump for the man. However, he also realized that it felt right being a cum dump. His previous life had been a lie. This is what he had been born to do. Making that man feel good made him feel good.
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