Guilty Fantasies 08 MM: Gay – Paul Version 1: Consensual by I am Inger
Dive into “Guilty Fantasies 08 MM: Gay – Paul Version 1: Consensual” by I am Inger, where passion and desire intertwine in a steamy narrative. Join Paul as he navigates his deepest fantasies, exploring love and lust in an unforgettable encounter. Get ready to ignite your imagination and indulge in this captivating tale!
I’ve wondered for a long time about Paul. As strongly homophobic as he has always been, I have speculated that it’s a result of denial, of fear that he is actually gay. His failure to have a girlfriend strikes me as another possible sign. It is time to find out for certain. Willingly or otherwise, Paul is coming out of the closet today.
Setup:
I’ve wondered for a long time about Paul. As strongly homophobic as he has always been, I have speculated that it’s a result of denial, of fear that he is actually gay. His failure to have a girlfriend strikes me as another possible sign. It is time to find out for certain. Willingly or otherwise, Paul is coming out of the closet today.
It all starts with Paul visiting my place on a Saturday to help me service my pickup truck. We put in the badly needed new starter and power steering pump, and change the oil. As is usual, I provide refreshments. On weekends he usually drinks thin beers like Coors, so I provide Bass as an upgrade. The unfamiliar taste hides the taste of the additions to what I serve. His beers are well spiked with grain alcohol, valium, & viagra.
Since Paul, also as usual, insists on doing most of the work himself on this hot day, by the time we’re done he is a sweaty mess, his clothes soaked through and streaked with oil and dirt. I offer my shower, and tell him that the least I can do is run his clothes through the washer. Under the effects of the drinks he is suggestable, and he agrees. He staggers off to the shower, and at my suggestion hands out his clothes for washing. I tell him he is free to use my robe, which is already hanging in the bathroom.
While Paul showers I make my preparations, and am ready for him when lurches out of the bathroom and staggers down the hallway with the robe hanging open.
Consensual-
Paul weaves into the living room where I’m watching the big television. Paul drops onto the couch at the far end from me and looks closely at the TV, discovering that I’m watching a fuck film. He stares at the action, where a very buff guy is fucking a short haired, small titted chick in the “Anvil” position, with her legs lifted and pushed back towards her shoulders. Paul and I watch as the camera point of view that is over the guy’s shoulder shows her grabbing and twisting her nipples as she moans in passion. The camera pulls back and pans down as the guy bends forward over the chick, and then zooms in to show us the guy is actually ass-fucking her.
Paul and watch quietly for several minutes as the porn stars massive cock rams into the chicks tiny anus again and again. Paul doesn’t notice that I’m watching him more than the flick. The robe is open, hanging off his shoulders so that he is practically as nude as I am. I admire his smooth skin and well muscled body, and watch as his thick cock hardens up and he begins unconsciously stroking it. I’m playing with my own cock, generously greasing it with Astro-Glide.
On screen the camera pulls back from the close-up ass-fucking and pans slowly around the scene until it is looking at the action from behind the chicks head. We see the guy as he groans and pulls back, jacking his cock to spurt a huge load across the groin, belly, and cock of his partner. Yes, the chick was actually a small, effeminate guy. Paul is shocked that he has been jacking off to a gay movie. He yells something about “FAGS!” as he lurches up and runs away from the scene.
I go to Paul, reaching out to slide my hands up across his chest, telling him to relax, that watching fucking is a turn-on no matter who is doing it.
“Face it Paul, you watched a guy taking a cock up his ass while you were jacking off!”
Paul protested that he had not known it was a guy’s ass. While replying to Paul I gently took his still erect cock in my slick right hand and slowly stroked it. “You knew Paul, in your heart you knew that you were watching a man’s hairy asshole being fucked!”
Paul denies it, so I ask him “Do you think I’m a woman?
“No,” Paul replies, ” of course not!”
“Then why,” I asked him, “are you letting me stroke your cock?”
Paul looked down in surprise at the sight of my hand sliding down his hard shaft. I tightened my grip and gave him several hard, fast strokes. Paul gasped and shivered, then turned away from me.
Paul is flustered and confused, and his turn away to flee goes badly when in one step he stumbles into the dining table. I move up behind Paul, pulling the robe back off his arms pressing against him to bend him forward against the table. I was very aroused, my cock so erect that it pointed up at 45°. I moved forward, my erection settling into Paul’s ass-crack. I stroked the smooth, warm skin of his back, feeling his strong muscles shift as he whimpered and shuddered against me.
“What’s wrong with me, why do I like this?”
Paul’s crack was warm against the shaft of my cock, the Astroglide nice and slippery. Paul unintentionally teased me by clenching his ass against the anticipated violation, making his buttocks grasp at my cock. I moved my hands to the top of his hips, holding him in place as I humped his groove for a minute. “Don’t worry Paul, trust your own body, you wouldn’t be hard if you did not want this!”
I moved my right hand to grasp the base of my cock, leaning back a bit as I pushed it down. I gasped as my senitised glans bumped across the hard, clenched knot of Paul’s anus, then moved my hand back to his hip when I pushed forward, the top of my cock sliding under his furry scrotum. Paul’s cock was still erect, his sack full of sperm swollen and hanging down. I humped a couple of times, feeling his heavy balls lifted by my rampant cock each time I went forward.
I was now very aroused, so worked up that I could feel the pre-cum leaking from my piss-slit. It was time. I gripped Paul’s ass with both hands, spreading his crack wide as I slowly moved my groin back. My cock-head slid back across his scrotum and slipped up to nest against his asshole. I pushed with moderate force, keeping the blunt tip of my cock wedged in place as I stroked Paul’s back, softly encouraging him to relax. The alcohol, valium and viagra in the beer were working on him, and gradually his tight sphincter began to relax. When I could feel the sides of my glans moving into the expanding ring I suddenly pushed hard. “Oh God Gary, I can feel you throbbing against my asshole!”
I groaned aloud in pleasure as the whole head of my cock popped through Paul’s anus. Paul groaned and then sobbed, presumably mourning the loss of his virginity. The flared rim of my corona was seated against the inner side of Paul’s sphincter, resisting as his colon tightened around my glans, vainly trying to push out the invading cock.