A gay story: Midnight Snack Coming back from the first and best sexual encounter of my life, was exhilarating, but it also scared me. This was nothing like anything I’d ever fantasized about. Sure, I liked having a dominating figure, telling me what to do, and commanding my cock to cum. But, it was always a woman. Someone confident, sexy, an alpha female, like Michelle Wild – I wanted her so fucking much.
Now, I was dressing just like her, and letting men rub their cocks all over me, stuffing my throat and my asshole with it, and letting them spurt their semen everywhere in and over me. Men I’d never met before. And damn, I didn’t know I could ever cum so hard, just from getting it inside me and riding it like that. I was afraid I might already be addicted to it. Plus, I loved how I looked in that body stocking. I’d had to take it off – how could I hide it from my roommate? But I kept the sex toy – the pocket pussy that felt sooo tight on my member. And, as soon as I had a moment alone, I used it. In the shower stall, while everyone was out or asleep. I needed that toy with me, just to relive the experience – only now I had to explore my own ass with my free hand, to see if I could get it to feel the same warmth that got my adrenaline pumping that last Saturday.
And I couldn’t. I managed an intense tight cumming that made my helmet throb with the intensity of my orgasm, and the toy made it last a long pleasurable moment, but it wasn’t the same. I knew I needed more, but I was afraid of going back to that store. I thought to myself, it was a wild adventure, and super fun and sexy. But, I couldn’t go back there! Where would it lead? I can’t be just someone’s whore, and what if it got out? My reputation! I’d be a laughing stock, I’d have to leave the school!
In short, it made me cum, but it also made me super scared, and I’d determined never to go back to that particular sex store. Even though the next one I knew of was in another state and meant a couple hours more drive… At least it was a big one, with lots of sexy lingerie to try. I remember going through it once, thinking if only I’d had the right girlfriend, I could deck her out in all kinds of amazing outfits. Only now I was wondering which would look best on me, and what size to try?
It was enough to keep me from getting any sleep. I decided to go out for a walk. It was a cool spring night, around 10pm. Some students were out, but it was a school night, and most were thinking of academics, how to prepare for their next classes. I’d had that down – I always had a great study ethic, with a set schedule to crack open my books, take proper note, and have everything ready for class discussions and potential essays. It was after school that my mind grew restless…
That late, there were few options off campus. Most restaurants were closing, and I wasn’t yet old enough for the local bars (I’m a young, barely-legal slut, I thought and chuckled nervously). I decided I just needed a pint of Haagen Daz at the local supermarket, so I headed that way and entered the store.
Heading for the frozen section, there were only a couple people about. That’s when I saw him. Shit. My master, holding a basket in one hand, his sexy bare bicep flexing as he wore a white t-shirt. That was the same arm that had cupped my ass, while I bounced on his cock to orgasm – mutual orgasm. God, my little asshole puckered involuntarily. I quickly hid down another aisle and paused quietly, staring at nothing at all, as I waited for him to leave. Wondering what I would do now that we lived in the same town – how was I going to avoid this guy? And what if he saw me when I was with my friends?
“Hey there sugar, I thought I saw you.”
Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! I turned and there he was smiling at me, his two beefy arms now holding the basket in front of him.
“I didn’t scare you did I?” he asked.
“N-no,” I stammered.
“Good, I wouldn’t want to frighten my newest little angel. Have you been enjoying the movies I lent you?”
“Yes,” I replied. That’s true – he had let me borrow two of them, and I’d watched them quite carefully.
“Yes…?”
“Master.” I answered. Shit, I still didn’t know this guy’s name.
“Good. Did you learn anything from them that you can use?
“…I guess? Master.”
“Well, did you at least use the pocket pussy?”
Shit, he was talking loud… “Yes, master.” I said, looking at my feet.
“Good, I want you to be happy. So, what are you doing here, tonight? Were you hoping for a snack?”
“..Yeah?” I couldn’t believe this was happening.
“What were you hoping to have?” he asked.
“It doesn’t really matter..”
“Well, why don’t you keep looking? Turn around and look at the shelves.”
I did as I was told and almost immediately felt his hand slip between my cheeks to play with my asshole, through my jeans. I sucked in air as his skilled fingers tickled me and caressed my cheeks and tight little sphincter. Fuck, the warm blossoming pleasure had returned, and I wanted it. But, not here! Fuck! I looked back to try and protest and that’s when his other hand found its way to my penis and tweaked it. I was already hard and he’d found the tip and squeezed it, fondling it and my shaft.
He pressed me closer and kissed me, his tongue roaming in my mouth as his hands worked me into a swoon.
“Come on, sweetie,” he said, “We know what you really want.”
He instructed me to go outside and wait by the entrance, so I did, trying to hide my excitement – wondering if it would subside before he got out. It didn’t. As he left the store with his shopping bags, he looked at me only a moment, nodding his head for me to follow. I did, at a distance as he went to a big SUV parked in the back of the lot. He opened the trunk and threw in the groceries, then he opened the back door and stepped inside, scooting over to the other side. Nervous as hell, I climbed in after and closed the door – at least the windows were tinted. Master pulled me into his arms immediately and worked my aching cock with his strong hands. We kissed like that with him working me. My cock head felt it would burst.
“Is baby going to cream in his panties for me?” he cooed.
“Mmmmmm maybe.” I replied. “But, I don’t have any panties.”
“Well, that’s a crime. We’ll have to get you some classy silk ones to milk into…”
“Yesss…” I gasped as he toyed and pulled at my cock through my jeans.
“Such a pretty cock needs the finest silks to cum in so I can keep it… Add it to my collection…”
God, this guy is kinky! Collection? One of his hands came up as he teased me. It cupped the back of my head, and he said,
“You know what I want. It’s what you want too,” and he pushed my head down into his lap. And he was right, it was just what I needed. Guess I’m kinky too, I thought. I sucked at his cock through his own jeans and rushed to free it so I could taste his salty skin. His cock was already massive at half mast and I popped it in my mouth, relishing the flavor. It was his turn to gasp.
“Ooooh you greedy whore.” he cooed. I lightly bobbed up and down on his cock as my tongue practiced its gentle dance. My master spread his legs in satisfaction and let me work, guiding my head in longer stroking sucks as I worked him.
Taking my head in both of his hands, he began to work his rock hard cock in my mouth, fucking me with it. The car began to rock too…
“Don’t worry baby,” he grunted, “I won’t be too much longer.” His fucking kept a nice quick pace, but it actually took him a long time to cum. He built up more and more tension, as I endeavored to relax my throat and let his cock go where it wanted, deep in my throat, insistent, constant and relentless.
“That’s it, good boy,” he gasped. I let him use me, wondering how long it would be, and if my mouth was hot and sexy enough for him. He quickened his pace, slamming his cock as deep as he could – still no where near the base. It probably took him about twenty minutes holding me like that before I finally brought him over the edge, my lips locked tight, sucking with all my might, just as he told me to – grazing his helmet with each pass as he withdrew and jabbed my lips repeatedly.
When he sped up I breathed in deep and waited, and damn, he erupted. “Ooooooohhhhhh,” he groaned as his cock shot load after load of piping hot semen in my mouth. He just kept cumming and I sucked it all out, bobbing up and down on his shaft as his legs shook and he held my head close. Each thrust of his hips and cock compelled another ejaculation, his slick steel head now tender as it pressed against my tongue. I felt each jolt of fresh semen splash against me, tasted his sweet spicy seed as he filled my mouth to brimming.
Finally sated, he lifted my head and pulled me to him.
“Take off your pants,” he said, and I pulled them down, freeing my own trembling erection. He put a finger over my mouth and told me not to swallow, as he reached for my cock and squeezed the tip, his wet fingers kneading and stroking my member.
“You love that cum don’t you. Nod if you love my cum” I nodded as best I could.
“Open your mouth and show me that cum, sweetie,” I did, looking him in the eye and giving him the sexiest look I could, grinning bashfully, as I tried not to lose any.
“I want you to cum right here, sugar,” he said, and gestured toward his wet, glistening cock, still big as it rested on his abdomen. “Cum here, sugar, all over my cock, and lick it off, like a good little whore.”
He pulled me closer to him and stroked me off to orgasm, quickly and aggressively, pulling out my semen – I wondered if he might make me cum my testicles inside out it came so strong and sudden. He guided each line of cum to spill over his body, glazing his cock like frosting on a Danish. I moaned and called him Master and Daddy as he milked me, and then his hand was guiding me down again, to lick up my fresh mess and suck his cock clean again. I did the best I could and kept sucking his member, hoping to get it big again. The flavor of my semen on his cock was so sweet and pleasant, why hadn’t I started this sooner? Why didn’t everyone do this? It was wonderful…
“You are a total cum addict, aren’t you little baby?”
“Yes master,” I cooed as I let my tongue swirl on his cock tip and tickle it.
“Yes, baby…. Oooh, you know I’m done right? But you just want more and more…” He gently pet my hair as I worked his cock, bobbing and stroking it back to semi-hardness.
“Okay, pet, that’s enough now. I know you’re nervous, but this is what you need, and I’m going to give it to you daily, from now on. You’re going to get all the cum you can swallow,” And he lifted up my head, sticking his fingers in my mouth – gently fucking me with them. He studied my face as he played with me.
“Come with me back to my store, there’s something we need to prepare…”
“Ok…” I answered, and he patted my head.
“Stay here, I’m going up front.”
Master pulled up his jeans, and hopped out of his car, going to the driver’s seat. The drive to the store only took a few minutes, it was right up the street. He opened my car door for me and took my hand as we entered the store together, his hand grabbing my ass again… I still hadn’t swallowed the semen – I was loving the flavor of it as it rolled in my mouth, a little ball of jelly, a flavorful sin that meant I was finally free to do as I please.
We entered his store and he locked the door. Then he went to his lingerie section and cooed, “What to wear? Let’s see.”
He selected a little, black, body stocking with long arms that ended below in the cut of a high waisted swimsuit.
“Strip naked for me, pussy, and put this on.”
“Meow,” I smirked as I did what I was told. Stripping naked in the store felt exhilerating, the cold against my skin. As I opened the package and saw how little the soft garment was, I wondered how to even put it on.
“Step into it, darling.”
It was amazing how far the fabric stretched as I pulled it up over my slim body. The crotch pulled hard on my anus, and my cock and balls pressed hard against the front of the fabric – which was so sheer you could see every line and curve of me clearly. And the back was just a skimpy thong that lost itself within the soft pillows of my cheeks.
Master admired his work and his hands reached to play with my cock, my balls throbbing and jumping at his strong touch. God, it was wonderful. I could have him play with me all night, I thought.
“Sissy baby likes being a woman for his master, right?” he whispered as his other hand found my asshole, pulling aside the fabric to penetrate me. He pulled me up to him and sucked my right nipple as his hands worked me.
‘You like dressing up like a proper slut for me?”
“God yes, it’s soo goood!” I groaned.
“Such a pretty little fem boy. And you shaved, just like I asked you, head to toe.” I grinned at that – I’d had to hide it from the whole dorm, wearing long sleeves and jeans in the warming weather. But I was glad now as Master’s strong hands stroked my bare thighs and ass.
“Such a pretty girl, now. All you need to do is grow your hair out.”
He brought my cock to steel hard erection, to the point it was practically popping out of the fabric. Then he withdrew and led me to the back of the store. He reached for a wig, taking it from the box. The style was long, blonde, and straight, with a golden sheen. He put it over my head and stepped back to admire me, stripping off all his clothes as he did so.
“Touch your penis,” he commanded. “Never stop playing with that beautiful little boy clit.” Then he reached for a video camera and pressed record. He had me turn around slowly, showing my shapely ass and slender body, my long smooth legs and milky white skin. I smiled slyly as he took in my face, and I even flashed the mouthful of white cream I still savored. He bid me me to walk into the hall with the little booths. Taking me to the one at the end, he led me in and had me sit on a high stool, as he fed a couple dollars into the machine.
“Choose a movie, sugar.” He said,
I cycled through several selections and chose one that looked like it would go straight into a passionate scene of hard sex. I pressed the button and the sounds of a cumming woman sounded out, as she was fucked hard, bent over as her man worked her from behind. Mmmm, just like my men took me in the store the other day.
“Masturbate for me. Touch your penis.”
I did as I was told…
“That’s it, work your little pussy.”
My cock was oozing precum through the fabric. I looked at my master and winked and with one finger, brought it to my lips. I winked as I sucked and kept stroking.
“That’s it, look right at me, sexy. Now rub that pussy out to orgasm. Cum for the camera, sweetie.”
I lifted my legs and spread them and took my cock out of the stocking to let it free, now completely shaven and smooth as I cupped my balls and stroked the shaft, all in one hand. I squeezed the tip with my left. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations, and felt my Master come closer. He pointed the camera down to my cock and ass and reached to play with it, pressing his thumb in my hole. He focused the camera on my face to capture my reaction as I gasped and stroked harder.
“Little sissy likes that, doesn’t she?” he cooed as he played with me. I cried out in response and enjoyed his prodding.
“Let go of your cock,” master said as he looked down at me. “Take mine instead.” And he pressed his hard cock into my ass, just the tip fitting snuggly as he mashed his shaft against me, working his body to press it in deeper. If he had pressed just a bit harder it would’ve hurt like hell, but he was so careful with me, his massive hand now holding my cock tightly.
He began with me, gently, picking up his pace and lightly jabbing at my hole with his massive, swollen cock. He took it out and spat on it, pressing it back in me and working it back and forth, in and out. The sweet sensation this brought me came back, and I stretched my legs wider, letting him have me all for himself.
His thrusts came harder as he kept a steel grip on my cock, never stroking, just holding it tight, and his free hand holding the camera. He slowly built up more power in each thrust, going just a bit deeper, allowing my to relax my asshole and let him stretch it more and more.
“You wanna cum for your master, princess? You ready to be a good whore for your master?”
He pulled out his cock and drooled on it, coating it completely with spit. He pressed it back in, and even though it was so tight, it now slid more comfortably. Playing with my cock in his hand, he quickly built up a fast pace as his cock began to slam in and out of me. Now, he was fucking me, his cock sliding in nice and easy and the sweetness rising to my belly as my cock throbbed in pleasure – this I knew would soon make me erupt. His rock hard abs were slamming against me, spanking my balls with each quick thrust. He was pulling my cock down to increase the sensation – driving me so fucking wild, I was practically crying. As he squeezed and slowly stroked my cock, his thumb pressed hard under my testes, at the muscle there beneath. He was aiming my cock up too, as he slammed into me, faster and faster.
My balls quivered and came before the rest of me did. It was like the sweetest cracking of an egg. Then the semen sped through me, firing high into the air. How’d he do that? I wondered, as the first shot got me right in the eye, a big bolt of hot jelly that sizzled and stung. Fuuuck, how’d he do that, even my tummy is orgasming… The next two loads flew higher pelting my forehead and the next coated my nose and lips. He was still fucking me as he filmed me cumming all over my own face… Eyes closed, I relished both the sweet trickle of my cream as it streamed down my cheeks and neck, and the sensation like butterflies in my stomach that ached so sweetly throughout my body – the source of which was, of course, my cumming quivering little anus, rushing in waves of pleasure with each thrust… and, of course, my throbbing, hard, cumming cock which master now referred to as my pussy, as he stroked quick and wet over my cock head… There was wet semen everywhere, leaking from my cock down my shaft and he kept stroking me. Streams of my semen coated the sheer costume, all over my tummy and torso. Fuck it was in my hair! I was a hot sticky mess, and the whole booth smelled of semen – I mean even more than when we arrived. Master fucked me harder, almost knocking me off the stool. His face was straining in contorted pleasure. I had seen that look before and knew just what it meant.
“Ohhh, get on the ground, bitch.” He pulled out of me and grabbed my head, bringing me down to my knees and beat his cock furiously above me, pointing his tip right at my open mouth. Holding the camera with one hand, he beat out his load with the other. It wasn’t so much as in the car, but it was lovely, I graciously accepted it and sucked hungrily at his cumming cock, as his free hand pushed away the cum in my eyes.
“Such a lovely little slut, aren’t you?” He said, gasping as I sucked and stroked his cock. “Oooooh, such a sweet little she-devil…. You love that don’t you, making men cum? Tell me you love that”
“..I love it Master, when you cum for me.”
“Yeah, you love that don’t you, tasting my cum?”
“Yes, I love your sweet semen, master.”
“You want every man’s cum don’t you.?”
“….Yes, master.” I said as I slithered my tongue over his shiny tip. “I want all of it.”
“Good girl, that’s exactly right…. Mmmmmm, that’s why you’re going to be here Saturday at 3pm sharp. Right, honey?”
“Yes, master,” I said smiling as I rolled my tongue over his cock and sucked on it. I would be anywhere and do anything for him. I felt a newfound love and devotion to this man that was unshakeable.
“Open your mouth, show us what a whore you are.”
As I did, he took up a nice big gob of semen and wiped it on his cock, presenting it to me. Eyeing the camera just like my idol, Michelle, I sucked at his cock, slurping down the sweet sauce before flicking my full tongue to the audience and grinning.
“Good girl….that’s it… now wave goodbye, sweetie.” I gave a playful little wave and he stopped recording. “Goddamn, I’m going to get rich off of you.” I laughed and said, “Yes, Daddy,” pulling him in to suck at his cock some more, bobbing with joy and love as he held my head so lovingly. I realized that if a man had treated me this way before I could’ve enjoyed this sensation much sooner, all of it. The physical pleasure, the emotional gratification, the psychological affirmation, that I was in the right place, doing the right thing, and doing it well.
“That’s it baby, get your fill of this for the night. It’s all you get till Saturday. I want you early so we can prepare you. Be here at 1pm, sharp. And no fair cumming till then, either. You’ve had enough for the rest of the week.”
I wasn’t sure about that, but I knew I liked his cock pumping in and out of my mouth, and as long as it kept up, I’d let Daddy make the rules.
“God,” he cooed, “I must be the luckiest smut salesman in America…. Okay now, that’s enough for the night…” Taking back his cock, he lifted me to my feet. A wave of vertigo made me swoon a bit, but he smacked me gently and asked if I was ok. He then took me back to the store proper where he had me strip and get dressed. Pulling off my wig, he held me close against him. He was buck naked and sweating and smelled soo fucking sexy. He placed his hands over my sex organs through the jeans again, and said,
“When you come in Saturday, there’s going to be a room full of men, and you’re going to please every one of them. You’re going to suck them and fuck them and take their sweet cream in every pretty little hole. And, you’re going to love it so much you cum all over the floor, and we’re going to make you lick it all up. And, we’re going to film it. You’re going to be a star, sweetie.”
Fuck…. I thought. What have I gotten myself into? And yet… a star, for sucking cock… and the sensation of my penis in Master’s skilled hands? Yes please. Now that I know how good it is, what could be better? I could get used to all of this.
Walking home, I stopped in the store front of a closed building, and saw my reflection in the mirror. My face was wet with cum. I wiped it off with my shirt as best I could, but I still reeked of semen – and my left eye was red. By now it was after midnight, and no one was about. I made my way back to campus and crept back into my room. Luckily my roommate was out. No more fun until Saturday? Fuck that. Stripping naked, I jumped in bed and raised my hips to point my lil cock right at my face. Stroking it harder and bigger, I knew just what I wanted. I stuck out my tongue as far as it would go, and it didn’t take long. Soon I had another warm blast pelting my face, just as master had done it. I enjoyed the sweet rush of pleasure even as my poor cock began to sting. Just as much I loved the sweet trickle of my cum running down my face, this time straight into my left ear, and pooling down my neck. I used a finger to scoop up each lovely drizzle of cum and ate it before going to sleep naked. I was the happiest I’d ever been in my life because now, I had the outlet for all my raging hormones that had tormented me so long. Now I was a whore, and I could relax and enjoy it…