A gay story: Boredom Leads to an Awakening Ch.02
On a Tuesday night, I was faced with a dilemma as I held the phone in my hand. Despite knowing deep down that I shouldn’t, I couldn’t stop myself from calling him. The encounter we had shared had left me shaken and confused. I was certain that I wasn’t gay, and yet I couldn’t shake the haunting memories of his commanding presence. I was torn between my desires and my reservations, unsure of what to do.
As I dialed his number, my breathing became erratic and my nerves heightened. With each press of the button, my heart pounded faster. By the time the phone was ringing, my mouth was dry and my mind was racing. But I couldn’t stop now.
When he answered, I couldn’t speak. I was frozen in nervousness and anticipation. But his voice cut through the silence, demanding to know who was on the other end. Finally, I mustered the courage to answer, my voice barely a whisper.
As he laughed at my hesitation, he taunted, knowing all along who it was. He reveled in the power he held over me, the control he had over my actions. And as he spoke, my mind was no longer my own. I was under his spell, answering his every command without hesitation.
He knew I couldn’t resist him, that I craved more of his domination. With that same commanding tone, he informed me that we would meet again on Saturday afternoon at the Paradise Inn, room 124. He questioned if I knew the location, knowing that I would do anything to be in his presence once more.
I was helpless to resist him, caught in his web of desire and dominance. I could only answer, “Yes, sir.” And with that, my fate was sealed, unable to escape the hold he had over me.
I knew exactly where it was, but I didn’t want to admit it… “Yes sir, I know where it is.”
“That’s good, boy. Be there by 3:30, boy, or don’t bother showing up at all.”
He paused and I didn’t say anything.
“You understand me, boy?”
“Yes sir. I understand.”
“Good boy.”
The line went dead. I sat there, unmoving, scared, nervous, excited, and rock hard.
I put the phone down on the desk, slid my shorts down to my ankles freeing my hard cock, and leaned back in my chair. My right hand wrapped around the base of my cock and started to slowly stroke up and down.
I thought about the humiliation, the way he talked down to me. It excited me to be treated like that. It hit something inside of me that I didn’t know was there. I thought about his hands pressing my head down on his huge cock. I imagined having my mouth raped by his black monster again. My hand moved faster, squeezed tighter. I started breathing harder as I knew what was coming. My fantasy moved forward too. I could hear him grunting in my mind, getting close. My cock was throbbing in my hand, I was going to cum.
“Oh, fuck!” I moaned as I my cock exploded in my hand. Sendiing jets of cum all over my chest. I sat catching my breath, looking down at the strands of my hot, sticky seed. I slowly milked my cock, letting any remaining cum drip onto my stomach. Without thinking, my left hand moved up to my chest, one finger extending out and wiping up a long strand of cum. I looked at it as it coated my finger, then reached out and licked my finger clean.
The loud bang of the bedroom door slamming shut scared the hell out of me, her voice mortified me.
“What the fuck?!”
Shocked, I yanked up my shorts trying to hide what I had just been doing from my girlfriend. Too late. I could tell by the look in her green eyes that she saw everything. I was mortified.
Her short blonde hair framed the anger in her face. She was wearing a spaghetti strap cut off shirt with the University of Miami “U” on it. Her toned arms, crossed just under her firm 32A breasts, with her pink manicured fingernails digging into her tan skin showed her mood. She stood with her hip jutting out to the side, wearing low cut jean shorts that were so tight they should have been painted on. One sandaled foot tapped non stop waiting for an answer.
“Amy… I thought you were out of town visiting UM,” I replied as I reached for a shirt to throw over my cum covered chest.
“I just got back, and wanted to see my boyfriend.” She was more disgusted than mad, having watched me eat my own cum. “But don’t let me stop you. If this is the shit you like, go ahead and finish.”
I just lowered my head as I spoke, “Amy, come on… This isn’t what I want,” I was trying to come up with something other than the truth. The truth that I was fantasizing about a giant, black cock. “I’m just so horny. I get so turned on thinking about you, but I don’t want to pressure you into anything so I do this.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault you jerk off all over yourself? Fuck you!”
“Amy… That’s not what I mean.”
“Fuck you, you’re not gonna get out of this. Lay back and finish.”
“But… I already came…”
“Too bad, do it again. I want to see it.”
“But Amy, I…”
“Start playing with your dick,” she said cutting me off “right now, or forget about EVER having a chance of fucking me.”
I couldn’t help be to slide my shorts back down. There was no way I was going to pass up having a chance to finally fuck her, no matter what I had to do. I started tugging on my soft cock trying to make it hard again. My eyes lowered to the floor. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her.
“That’s it, get hard for me,” she encouraged.
My dick began to stiffen under my hand. I slowly stroked up and down, my cum making a nice lube.
“Damn, honey! This is hot! Will you do anything I say?” she giggled.
“Yes,” I said, getting extremely turned on from performing in front of her. “Anything.”
“Ooh! This is gonna be fun!”
The anger that was there just moments ago had evaporated into… something else. A side of her I had never seen before.
“Lay down on the bed and spread your legs. I want a good view!”
I stood up, cock in hand, and moved to the bed. She walked up to the foot of the bed watching me. I covered my face with my left arm as my right continued to slowly stroke my cock. It was feeling good, I was letting out soft moans. Knowing I was being watched somehow made it feel so much more intense.
“Wow babe, I think you’re making me wet,” she said as I heard the jeans being unzipped. I turned my head to watch her but the angle I was at wouldn’t let me see below her chest. “Oh I bet you want to see, don’t you?”
“Fuck yes I do!”
She giggled at my eager response. A moment later she walked around to the side of the bed. My eyes locked on the tiny red g-string she wore. She walked closer, kneeled on the bed, spread her legs wide and sat back on her heels. Her knee was almost touching my head with her panty covered pussy oh so close. I stopped jerking myself and reached over to touch her but she quickly slapped my hand away.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” she yelled. “Keep stroking that dick, and don’t stop until you’ve covered yourself in cum!”
My hand went back down to my side as I renewed the stroking, eyes locked on the small patch of fabric.
Her hand slowly moved down her body. Her pink fingertips slid under the red fabric. Letting out a long, low moan her fingers slowly moved back and forth on her clit.