A gay story: My Penile Romance During my freshman year, I decided to rent a room in a house adjacent to campus. Sure, it would’ve been nice to have the whole experience of living in a dorm. Those were expensive though. Given that I already was borrowing money to pay for tuition and housing, I opted for a less expensive option, so I’d graduate with less debt. The house was old and small and there was only one other room that was currently unrented. The landlord, a college professor who purchased the house as an investment, assured me that my roommate would likely be another university student.
A few months went by during which I had the place to myself. This all changed in the fall when Norman moved in. He was the exact opposite of who I expected as a roommate. We had nothing in common. He was in his mid-thirties, tall, and had very bulky muscles. My thin frame was much smaller than his with his big beefy arms, large, sculpted shoulders, and hard chest. The only part of him that wasn’t cut was his gut which protruded a bit. He lacked the six pack, but he was a big and well-muscled dude otherwise. The type of guy you’d suspect to be on steroids.
“Um, can I help you?” I asked with a titled head when I opened the door of my rental house and looked upon him for the first time.
“Sure,” Norman said with a knowing grin on his face. “You can unload the back of the jeep for me.”
“Oh right, the new roommate,” I remarked before blinking. “Are you um… the dad?”
Norman let out a booming laugh. “Did you just call me daddy?” he asked, winked at me, sized me up with eyes, and smirked.
“Uhm, no, nevermind…” I said as I looked away and swallowed.
“It’s cool little bro,” he said, puffed his chest out, and smiled playfully at me. “Call me whatever you want. The doc said my roomie would be a college brat. But damn, you look like you’re still in high school.” He extended one of his bulging arms towards me.
The back of my neck tingled unpleasantly, and I felt sweaty suddenly. I hesitated before extending my own hand. It felt so much smaller, and smoother compared to his rough leathery palm. As he squeezed, my eyes watered and I bit my lower lip. It felt like my hand was being crushed. I gasped when he finally let go. His hands felt moist for some reason.
“Things sure changed from when I was growing up,” Norman rambled. “I watched so much pro wrestling and Schwarzenegger movies back then. It was a golden age, I swear. Nowadays it’s nothing but cape shit and feminism. A damn shame.”
I helped Norman unload boxes to his new room next to mine. I spent the rest of the day in my room studying. Throughout the evening I kept hearing manly grunting and the sound of heavy weights being dropped on the ground. It made sense. A guy who looked like that must pump a lot of iron. I wondered how he managed to stay motivated. I was a drama geek in high school, a gamer in my off time, didn’t participate in any athletics, and always hated gym.
I tried to just keep to myself but over the next few weeks I kept having strange encounters with Norman. I noticed he was constantly giving me odd lookovers. He’d start conversations bragging about himself all the time. For example, he’d bring up his work as a stevedore at the docks near campus and say things like, “By far, I have the biggest loads of any of the men there.” He’d also boast about new lifting milestones he reached, and he’d invite me into his room to watch him lift. The first few times I agreed just to be nice. However, when I was in there, watching him lift heavy weights shirtless with his big muscles, listening to him grunt and breathe heavy, his eyes staring at me and a knowing grin on his face, I would get a strange feeling in my ribs and excuse myself.
I returned from class one day and heard Norman yell out from his room, “Yo, little bro, help me out with a quick spot here.”
I swallowed hard, felt my arms tense up, hesitated, and finally I sighed and entered his bedroom. Norman laid down with his back against his weight bench, his beefy hands gripping the bar above him. The older man wore only a skimpy pair of teal boxers. A small electric fan pointed towards the bench whirred. It smelled musky in his room. I walked over and stood next to the bench where Norman’s head laid.
Nothing unusual happened during the first set. Norman rested briefly before beginning the next group of reps. As he did so, I looked at the nightstand next to his bed. His expensive scotch was there. The one he bragged had cost him $800. Next to that was a large bottle of lubricant as well as two whisky glasses. I felt the hair on the back of neck stand up. I didn’t want to bring it up, however. The last thing I wanted was some awkward conversation with Norman.
During the third set, I noticed a huge erection tenting in Norman’s shorts. My eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to it. When I looked down at Norman, he had a knowing grin on his face. I noticed his gaze shift from looking to me to his raging boner straining against the tight material of his boxers. I looked back at his boxers before resuming my eye contact with Norman. A relaxed smile crossed his face before he briefly nodded his head at me, lifted the barbell once again, and released a satisfied sigh. “Ok, I’m done,” he concluded.
I helped him lift the bar up and set it back atop the weight bench. When he stood up from the bench, I noticed the fat mushroom head of his cock was sticking out of the fly of his boxers. It looked big, girthy and hard, even with the shaft concealed.
Norman covered his mouth with his left hand and remained unnaturally still. “Oops, my bad little bro,” he apologized. “Wardrobe malfunction. Could you do me a small favor? So, it’s not all awkward like it is now. Just get on your knees and tuck it back in my boxers. C’mon, it’ll only take a couple seconds. Go ahead and get on your knees.”
“Uhm, I-I’ve got to go,” I said quickly before walking past Norman and out of his bedroom door. As I exited, I noticed Norman’s shoulders slump and a grimace cross over his face.
The next time I saw Norman’s penis was when I was in my introduction to logic class. I had just finished writing down the proofs from the professor’s PowerPoint when my phone buzzed. When I looked down at my phone, I saw an up-close photograph of a man’s very large penis. I blinked before recognizing the stubby mushroom head. Norman wasn’t just jacked; he was hung like a male pornstar. I quickly exited the text. When I turned around, I could see the two girls seated behind in the row above me were staring at me with large grins on their faces. Fuck, were they smiling because they saw me looking at a fat veiny dick pic on my phone?
The phone buzzed again. I looked at the message which indicated it was from Norman. It read,Sorry little bro! I totally meant to send that to someone else! This seemed too big of a coincidence. Maybe it happened on accident one time. But this is the second time he’d supposedly mistakenly or unintentionally shown me his big veiny penis.
After class, I received another message from Norman,Now that you’ve seen it though. I’m curious. What’re your thoughts, little bro? It’s a nice picture, yah? Included with the message was a winking emoji. I did not respond.
When I arrived back at our house, I rubbed the back of my neck, bit down on my lower lip, and sighed. The last thing I wanted was another awkward encounter with Norman. I opened the front door and entered the kitchen.
The first thing I noticed is Norman’s expensive scotch sitting atop our tiled, round dining table along with two glasses.
Norman emerged from his room, wearing only a pair of jeans, and with a knowing grin on his face. “Hey little bro,” he said as he leaned forward and stared at me with glowing eyes. “You never responded to my text messages. Don’t worry, I can explain everything. You see it’s actually a lot bigger than it looks in that picture. If you want to come over here, I’ll whip it out for you. This something I think you’ll want to see up-close and personal.”
“Enough with the bullshit,” I responded, crossed my arms over my chest, and raised my eyebrows. “Just tell the truth. Why do you keep trying to show your dick to me?”
Norman paused before looking away from me, held up his left hand, and appeared to visually inspect his fingernails. “Ok, you got me,” he responded. “Look, you make it sound perverted or something. It’s the opposite of that. My intentions here are all above board. You’re a young man with a lot still to learn. I can teach you what I’ve discovered. It’s simple. I just want to romance you.”
“Uhm, what?” I asked before blinking.
“Women just want to date for status and resources,” Norman explained with a nod of his head. “Men are the true romantics. There is nothing purer than a man romancing another man. It’s very passionate that way.”
“You want to romance me how exactly?” I asked before grimacing, rubbing my chin, and swallowing hard.
“With my penis,” Norman responded emphatically, slowly smiled at me, and looked intensely into my eyes.
“Wow…” I said before blinking again. “Uhm, I don’t know how to say this. No… thank you? Your penis is nice and big and all. But I don’t… like penises? I’m straight. In fact, I have a girlfriend. All this flirting or whatever isn’t going to work with me. You should be trying to hook up with guys who are… well, gay.”
Norman briefly closed his eyes before taking a deep breath. “There is a difference between hooking up and romance,” he responded. “Look, I broke out the good scotch. Let’s you and I enjoy a glass together and then I will show you some things you haven’t tried before in my bedroom. Your sexuality is irrelevant. This isn’t something just for gay men. Straight guys can benefit from it too. Trust me.”
“Why are you so focused on me?” I asked as I tilted my head to the side. “There’s got to be easier ways for a gay guy to get laid.”
“My cellie when I was locked up,” Norman explained. “He looked exactly like you. For the few months we shared a cell. We shared many passionate nights together. I romanced him with my penis so many times. He said the same thing you did at first. That he was straight. That’s why I told you earlier it doesn’t matter. Trust me, I’m an expert when it comes to this.”
“Well, wait, if you liked him so much, what happened?” I asked.
“He got shanked,” Norman said before sighing. “It was because of a gambling debt. They transferred him to another yard. I never saw him again. After a few months getting romanced by me, the boy was absolutely addicted to cock. He must be with some other guy now. A very happy, lucky man for certain.”
“Why were you in prison?” I asked.
“I’m a very passionate man,” Norman explained and crossed his arms across his bare chest. “My libido is sky high. There was a… misunderstanding between me and a woman. She exaggerated what happened. Look, I didn’t do anything wrong, ok? That was ten years ago. Women are not worth the fucking bullshit. As soon as I realized that my life became much easier.”
“I’m sorry that happened to you,” I said. I didn’t believe him but there was no point in arguing over something I knew nothing about. “But I’m never going to be interested. Sorry. Look, what you’ve accomplished with your body is impressive.” I looked at his slightly protruding stomach. “Maybe cut a little, get toned, and then download a few gay dating apps. I’m sure you’ll find lots of guys who will let you romance them or whatever else you want to them.”
That night I laid awake in my bed stroking my hard cock. I thought of Norman’s offer. There was something appealing about the older man’s bulging muscles and confident demeanor. The thought made me uncomfortable. I was attracted to women, not men, right? I popped open my phone and pulled up my usual porn site. I looked at the women in the thumbnails. Every single one of them I wanted to smash. With trembling hands, I switched to the gay version of the site. As I scrolled down, I found myself unaroused. I had no desire to fool around with any of these male pornstars. Norman was full of shit.
For a few weeks, it seemed I had succeeded in getting Norman to stop flirting with me. One day I was working my part-time job at the university computer lab when I received a phone call instructing me to report to the front office. It seemed like I was going to get in trouble for something, but I couldn’t think of anything I’d done that would warrant any sort of discipline.
When I arrived at the front office, everyone was staring at me. I swallowed hard and approached the front desk secretary, a fat middle aged woman with glasses. “Uhm, I was told to come over here,” I explained.
“Are you Benny Cunnigham?” the woman asked while she looked me over.
“Yes ma’am,” I replied as I tapped my foot against the ground.
“Hold on,” she said before turning around and bending over. I heard rustling before she emerged holding a large vase holding vibrantly colored flowers. “These were just delivered here for you,” she explained.
“Flowers?” I asked, tilted my head, and rubbed my chin. “Who would send me flowers?”
“The note says, ‘Yo, Benny. It’s time we finally sealed the deal and made things between us official. I’ll be waiting eagerly at our place tonight. Love, Norman.'” the receptionist explained. A few of the girls working at the surrounding desks giggled after the note was read. I blushed when I recognized a few of them as fellow classmates of mine.
When I arrived back at the computer lab, vase full of flowers in hand, my phone began buzzing. I set the flowers down and accepted the call.
“Benny, are you there?” a voice I recognized as belonging to my girlfriend Ashley asked.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I asked in response.
“I got a text saying someone sent you flowers today” she accused in an indignant tone of voice. “It’s very important you answer me honestly. I didn’t send you any flowers, ok. So be truthful with me. Who were those flowers from?”
I sighed before admitting, “It’s true babe. I don’t know how to explain this. I’m not cheating on you first and foremost. The person who sent them to me. It’s a guy. I know that’s crazy. It’s my roommate actually. He has been trying to flirt with me for a while. Seems completely clueless that I’m not interested.”
The phone remained silent for several moments before I heard my girlfriend begin to giggle. “That’s so adorable,” she said. “Some other guy has a boy crush on you. It’s super cute.”
“You’re not angry or jealous?” I asked, leaned forward, and held my breath.
“Jealous of a guy?” she asked incredulously before laughing. “Don’t worry about it, babe. It’s hilarious that a guy sent you flowers. Make sure you send him a thank you note!”
I ended the phone call with my girlfriend, slumped back into my chair, and let out a huge breath. That could have easily gone much poorer. My brow wrinkled, teeth bit down on my lip, and my stomach lost its sense of appetite. My girlfriend was fine, but I’d still have to deal with Norman tonight.
I entered the rental house in the evening carrying the vase and flowers. All the lights were turned off and the only illumination came from candles that had been arranged around the kitchen and living room. I heard crackling from the various candles and the room smelled faintly of smoke. Norman sat on the living room couch naked with his right leg crossed over the left. The expensive bottle of scotch laid next to him against the cheap polyester.
“Benny, my boy,” he said with a confident smile on his face. He leaned forward, fidgeted and wet his lips. “I see you’ve brought home my gift. You don’t have to keep playing hard to get anymore. I have so much romance to give. We’re both going to be so happy together.” Norman uncrossed his legs before spreading them wide, revealing his large, very hard, thick and erect cock to me. “Uh huh,” he said, smirked, and gave the fat shaft of it a very slow and deliberate tug with his right hand.
I stared at his cock and felt my mouth and hands moisten. He was right. It looked way bigger in person than in the picture. And it already looked very big in the pic. Fuck. I approached the kitchen counter and set down the flowers he had sent me and the whole time while I did so my eyes were glued to his huge prick. My mind flooded with fantasies of me stroking it, sucking it, rubbing it against my face. I couldn’t explain where these thoughts were coming from. My pulse raced and I hesitated, not understanding what was happening.
“I told you, it’s not a gay or straight thing,” Norman lectured as he grinned knowingly at me. “This is strictly about romance. Come over here and join me on the couch for a few drinks. We’ll loosen up a bit and I will show you what I mean.” He moaned as he performed another slow-motion stroke of his huge dick.
My body shivered as I debated accepting his proposal. I was about to say yes when I felt a pain in the back of my throat and thought of Ashley. I stood in silence and only the sound of the cackling candles was present. Finally, I sighed and explained, “I can’t. I have a girlfriend.”
Norman rolled his eyes and sighed at me. “What the fuck bro?” he complained. “Stop being a whipped little bitch. Get over here now and let me romance you with my big dick. Your stupid bitch girlfriend can fuck off. Only a fucking moron would put salmon on their pizza when the thick hot salami is available.” His beefy right hand squeezed the fat shaft of his beastly cock, and I could see a bit of soupy precum leak out the tip through the flickering candlelight.
“I-I can’t,” I said quickly as I averted my eyes. Fuck, his penis looked so powerful just now. Between that and his muscles, God only knows what he could do sexually to a woman… or a man. I could feel my own dick was rock hard. Shit, maybe I am partly gay. My gaze focused elsewhere, I darted to my room and quickly closed the door and locked it. As soon as I heard the click, I slumped my back against the door as my legs wobbled and I let out a huge breath. I couldn’t believe I had been so close to fooling around with an older and bigger man’s larger penis.
The next day I received a call from my girlfriend. “About the flowers from the other day,” she began.
My neck went stiff, and I rubbed my face repeatedly. I thought I had won this battle already. Why bring this up again? “Uhm, what about it?” I asked. “Are you upset now?”
The phone was silent for several moments. Finally, Ashley spoke, “No silly. The opposite actually. I think it’s very sweet that you have this other boy crushing on you. You should have told me you have a bi side sooner. It’s not a turn off at all. Actually, I find it kind of hot. Don’t worry about me. As long as it’s with another guy, you’ve got a hall pass. I’m just glad to have such a progressive, open-minded boyfriend.”
I wanted to explain that I didn’t want to pursue a relationship with Norman, but I was afraid I’d offend her by insisting I wasn’t bisexual and wasn’t interested in men. Sure, in the moment he almost seduced me. But now that I was away from him, I was certain as ever I wanted nothing to do with his girthy, long penis and his cliched 1980s masculinity. “Maybe I’ll give him a chance,” I lied.
I was eating lunch when Norman returned home from the docks. “Such a big load today, you’d be impressed if you saw it,” he bragged as he approached our fridge. He grabbed a protein shake and began chugging it. As the frothy white liquid poured down his throat, he flexed his bicep at me through his blank tank top.
“So, did you talk to your little girlfriend about our situationship?” he asked before staring intently at me.
“Of course not, there is no situation between you and I to talk about,” I quickly replied before forcing myself to maintain eye contact with the older man.
His lips pinched together, and he shook his head before releasing a heavy sigh. “It’s bad enough you put me through all this hard-to-get shit,” he complained. “Now you’re seriously going to sit there and just lie straight to my face. Bro, I spoke to Ashley over the phone this morning. She was totally cool with us starting a side relationship. She told me she’d call you right away and share the good news. C’mon man. Enough with the bullshit.”
“N-no, I n-never spoke to her…” I lied, blinked rapidly, and swallowed hard.
“Prove it then!” Norman said with a snarl, flared nostrils, and holding up his right fist. “Call her and let me ask if she talked to you about it. Do it man, I’m so tired of this shit you put me through.”
I stood there frozen in silence as I struggled to figure out a way out of the situation.
“That’s what I thought, you lying punk ass little bitch,” Norman cursed before holding both of his beefy arms up in the air and shaking his head at me. “For fuck’s sake, I am so not in the mood for this right now. Whatever, be a bitch about it. Just know the next step now is me getting you and that girlfriend of yours in the same room. We’ll hash this out then. I’m tired of you using her as an excuse.” Norman walked into his room and slammed the door behind him causing a loud vibrating thud.
“Fuck,” I muttered as a slumped back into the couch and realized my hands were trembling. This was too much. I didn’t mind him aggressively hitting on me. But involving my girlfriend. Making her think I was bisexual. That’s a bridge too far.
That afternoon I paid a visit to Dr. Thaler’s office. “Doc, you got to help me out,” I pleaded from the cushy armchair in his posh cozy office. “It’s not working out with the new roommate. He keeps trying to put the moves on me. Saying he wants to romance me with his penis or whatever. I’m not comfortable with it.”
“I can’t stop renting to someone just because they’re gay,” Dr. Thaler replied with a shrug of his shoulders before relaxing into his computer desk chair. “Has he touched you without your consent?”
I hesitated as I recalled all my interactions with Norman. “Well, no…” I said before quickly continuing, “he has sent me flowers though and he showed his penis to me and asked me to come join him on the couch while he was jerking it.”
Dr. Thaler scratched his chin before shaking his head. “I don’t see how that violates the lease,” he explained. “Look, the last thing I need right now is some complaint from the gay community. It’s career suicide at a place like here. Just because your roommate tried to seduce you isn’t enough to evict him.”
“He said he’s served time in prison,” I offered in an accelerated tone. “For sexual assault. He’s done this sort of thing before.”
Dr. Thaler raised his eyebrows and leaned towards me. “When did this occur?” He asked and titled his head.
“Well, uhm, it was like ten years ago,” I replied and scratched the back of my neck.
“Look, its illegal for me to refuse to rent to someone because of a previous conviction,” Dr. Thaler explained. “If he went to prison, he’s served his time and he’s entitled to rent a room or apartment now. The lease I had him sign does have a crime free addendum. But it applies only prospectively. He can’t be held responsible for past criminal activity but if he does anything illegal in the apartment, he can be evicted.”
“So, you’re telling me if he had something illegal in the apartment, he would be evicted?” I asked before blinking.
“Yes,” Dr. Thaler agreed. “In that circumstance, he would be in violation of the crime free addendum.”
When I returned to the house, Norman’s jeep wasn’t there. Carefully, I twisted the metal knob of the door to his bedroom. It wasn’t locked. I cracked the door open and peered inside. No one was inside the room. I opened the door and turned the light on. With my jaw set, brow furrowed, my eyes gazed around Norman’s room. Focusing on a dresser near the bed, I began shifting through its contents. My hands started pulling out pill bottles which I arranged on top of his dresser. It had to be somewhere. His steroids. Yet none of the bottles I found were labeled with testosterone. All were drugs I’ve never heard of before.
“Waiting for me in my bedroom,” Norman’s voice uttered from outside of the room. When I turned, I could see him standing in the doorway, a smirk on his face, and his bulky arms crossed across his hard chest. “Have you finally accepted my romance proposal?” His eyes focused on the pill bottles arranged atop his dresser and the smirk on his face shifted into a frown. “What the fuck!? Were you going through my things?”
“I-I was just looking for something…” I tried to explain but no rational elucidation came to mind.
“Bullshit, get the fuck out of my room bitch,” Norman angrily snarled.
I returned to my bedroom only to be followed by Norman a minute later. He was clutching a cell phone in the leathery palm of his thick right hand. “Benny, is it true you entered Norman’s room when he wasn’t home and went through his things?” the voice of Dr. Thaler asked through the cell phone’s speaker.
“I-I was looking for steroids,” I explained before clearing my throat and biting down on my lower lip. “Doc, I swear…”
“Norman, do you have illegal steroids in the apartment?” Dr. Thaler asked through the cell phone speaker.
“Doc, I haven’t lifted with gear in years,” Norman responded while shaking his head at me. “The only stuff I take these days is to improve my performance in the bedroom. I’m not on T. And all my medicine is by doctor’s prescription and completely legal.”
“Well Benny,” Dr. Thaler said. “I’m afraid you’ve violated the crime free addendum. I have no choice but to evict you from the home. It’s a crime. To go into someone else’s room and go through their things.”
“Hold on Doc,” Norman interrupted. “It’s my rights that were violated here. Let me see if I can work things out with Benny. I think we can reach an agreement between one another that will resolve this without Benny being evicted. Just give me the chance to talk to him. If we can’t work it out, I’ll reach back out to you.”
“Ok, yes,” Dr. Thaler agreed. “I think I’d prefer you to work it out with one another if possible. If not, let me know.”
Norman smirked at me as he hit the end call button. “I’m so glad you did that little bro,” he taunted me, flexed his beefy arms and wet his lips. “Now I finally have the leverage to seal this deal with you. You’ve got no choice but to accept my romance proposal now. We’re going to have such a wonderful time tonight. Trust me, I’m a very passionate man.”
My chin trembled, eyes moistened, and shoulders slumped. There was no way around it anymore. I was going to have to let him have his way with me. “O-ok…” I relented. “H-how is this going to work? Do I need to… get on my knees?”
Norman shook his head. “I’ve waited too long for this,” he remarked. “I want to do it right and proper. Make everything as romantic as possible. We’re both going to get nice and clean, showered, and prepped. Hold on a second.” Norman left my room only to soon re-emerge holding a bag. “Here take these into the bathroom and get ready for our hot night together.”
I pulled one of the items out of the bag. It was a set of pink razors. “Uhm, these are women’s razors?” I asked as I squinted at the packaging.
“It’s all they had at the store,” Norman responded with a shrug of his shoulders. “Razors are razors. Don’t worry about it bro. It’ll be our little secret. Go and shave all your body hair off. It will be way more romantic with you being all clean and smooth for me.”
“Why do you want me to be smooth for you?” I asked and tilted my head to the side.
“Look, I said I want to romance you,” Norman explained. “Not the other way around. Just let me make all the decisions tonight. All you must do is follow my orders, don’t question me, and let me give you what I have to offer. Everything will work better if you just go along with what I have planned instead of trying to fight me on everything. So go apply the items I gave you while I get things ready for us.”
I took a bath and shaved all the hair off my legs, arms, and chest using the women’s razors. After my warm bath, I toweled off and returned to my room where I rummaged through the bag he had given me. There was a fragrance bottle. I sprayed a small amount in front of my face. It was sweet and floral smelling. Like a woman’s perfume. Not something a man would normally wear. Maybe he gave me the wrong thing by mistake? I remembered he told me to just follow his orders and not question him, so I went ahead and applied the sweet scent generously to my shaved body.
The final item in the bag was a pair of baby blue underwear. At first, I assumed it was female underwear. However, when I slipped it on, I could feel that it had cozy little pouch for my cock and balls. This was clearly designed for a man’s body. The back of the underwear was a skimpy thong that caused my curvy ass cheeks to hang out on display. Clearly this underwear was intended to be worn by gay men who want to show off their asses. The thought of wearing this in front of him made my stomach knot and ribs squeeze. At the same time, the fabric and design were much more comfortable than the boxers I normally wore. I could see myself wearing this around the house just to keep comfortable.
“Everything’s ready for our romantic night together,” I heard Norman’s voice yell from his room.
When I entered his room, my mouth fell open and eyebrows raised up. The lights were turned off and once again he deployed crackling candles to illuminate the room. There were even flower petals on the bed. For all the macho bravado this man displayed, I couldn’t believe how much his idea of a romantic night accorded with what I’d expect from a teenage girl. Norman himself was seated in an armchair holding a glass of scotch dressed in a velvet bathrobe. I expected he would want to wear something that showed off more of his big muscles. I supposed I’d see them soon enough, however. “Uhm, where do you want me?” I asked, looked away from him, and rubbed my right forearm with my left hand.
“You can get on your knees over by my chair here,” he directed, smirked, and chuckled. “One more thing. For the rest of tonight. I want you to call me what you did when we first met. Address me only as daddy.”
I kneeled on to my knees next to him in the armchair. “Of course, daddy,” I agreed. My hands were trembling.
“Here, you look like you could loosen up a bit,” Norman said nodding towards an end table next to him where another glass of scotch was sitting.
I picked up the glass and sipped some of Norman’s expensive scotch. It tasted smokey in my mouth and burned the back of my throat. It was rich and tasty although I’m not sure it was worth the $800 he had spent on the bottle.
“I need a new name for you too,” Norman pondered. “Something sexier than little bro. I know, I’ll call you cupcake. Ok cupcake, reach into daddy’s robe and look for the big present he has for you.”
God this was so cheesy. Why couldn’t we just fool around like normal gay guys would? I guess this is his idea of romance. I reached into his bathrobe. My hand wrapped around his long girthy cock. It surprised me how hard it felt in my hand. Much denser than my own penis. It was warmer than I expected. I felt my hands moisten as I stroked up and down the shaft.
“Only the best for my little cupcake,” Norman smirked before sipping from his scotch glass. “Let’s make this easier on you.” He set his glass on the end table next to him and pulled open his bathrobe, discarding it to the side of him. In doing so he revealed to me his body. The bulging hard muscles, slightly protruding gut, and his huge, fat cock and large wrinkly balls.
My stomach tingled and mouth felt dry. I swallowed, widened my eyes, and inhaled shallow breaths. God, he is so much bigger than me. Those muscles, he could pin me down and do whatever he wanted to me. There would be nothing I could do. There would be nothing stopping this huge penis of his. I squeezed the shaft with my hand, and it felt so powerful in my palm. I realized it was in my best interest to do whatever Norman tells me to do. I needed to play along with his perverted romance fantasy to keep him nice and happy.
“Everything ok?” he asked as he carefully studied me with his eyes.
Fuck, I couldn’t let him see how vulnerable and weak I was compared to him. I tightened my jaw and lied, “Everything’s fine daddy. I’m so excited for this present. It’s so big and hard.” My mouth watered as I stared intensely at his thick pole. As my hand glided back and forth, I could see a bit of precum ooze out the tip of its fat mushroom head.
“See what you did their cupcake?” Norman asked with a knowing grin and gleam in his eyes. “You made a mess on daddy’s present. Go ahead and clean it up dear. You really should be more careful. Clean it with your mouth. You’ve been doing such a good job so far cupcake. Lick the nasty cum off my fat prick.”
This didn’t seem romantic at all. More like he was treating me like his gay little bitch. If I did this for him, it would only signal to him that I’d do literally anything he told me to. “Silly daddy, I’m not that type of boy.” I responded hoping he would drop the subject.
“You’ll do as I say, or I will push you to the ground, hold you there, and shove my fat cock in your mouth and rub it into the back of your throat myself,” he said with flared nostrils as his meaty hands formed into fists. “And then I will give you the worst spanking you’ve had in your life.”
I swallowed hard. As my body trembled, I leaned towards his fat veiny penis, and I did as he said. The cum was all sticky and tasted salty in my mouth.
“That’s right cupcake, no spitting it either,” Norman ordered. “Now take that nasty mouth of yours and service my fat cock with it. Nothing more romantic than a wet, sloppy blowjob.”
I closed my eyes and slowly swallowed his cum. I couldn’t believe I just did that. I hope that’s not how he wants to end the night. Him blowing an entire load in my mouth and forcing me to swallow it. His balls are huge. His orgasms probably produce giant wads. My eyes open and I see his big cock in front of me. “Uhm… daddy, is this just a one-night thing?” I asked.
Norman snorted before smirking at me. “Of course not, cupcake,” he answered before chuckling. “A romance is not a one-night thing. It continues over time. Basically, you’re going to give me sex whenever I want it. My libido is very high, and you literally live in the room next door to me. You might as well get used to sucking daddy’s cock. Because you’re going to be doing it a lot from now on.”
He was right. I didn’t like the idea of sucking his cock. But I did agree to let him romance me. It was in my best interest to find a way of enjoying it. I opened my mouth and began sucking on the fat mushroom head of his cock. I expected a strong taste, but it only had a slight musky, sweaty taste. I could actually smell it more than I could taste it oddly enough. As I bobbed my head back and forth across his fat schlong, I thought that this wasn’t bad at all. I could get used to giving him blowjobs so long as he didn’t cum in my mouth. Sure, it was kind of gay that I was slurping on some bigger man’s veiny prick, but I was just doing it to avoid getting evicted.
“Slow down cupcake, it’s not a race,” Norman directed as he sipped from his scotch glass. “Take your time and go slowly. Make every round up and down the best and most sensual that it can be. You’re going to be doing this a lot, so I need to train you how to do it the right way.”
I did as he said and slowed down the pace at which I sucked him. I closed his eyes and tried to focus only on the sensation of his warm cock inside of my wet mouth. As I wrapped my tongue around his girthy pole I could feel it vibrate slightly as I moved my face slowly up and down his penis. I breathed in his sweaty musky and masculine smell, and I felt a weird sense of peacefulness inside of me. Like I was fulfilling some noble duty by doing the best job I could sucking the cock of a bigger and stronger man then me.
“Ok cupcake, it’s time for you to play with daddy’s big balls,” Norman directed. “Use all five senses. Make sure each of my balls goes inside of your mouth. Don’t be afraid to be extra nasty when you’re doing it. It’s time to suck on my sweaty balls, cupcake.”
I released my roommate’s large cock from my mouth and grabbed it with my left hand pulling it back towards his protruding gut. He must want the satisfaction of watching me suck on his gross testicles. Not much I could do about it though. At this point I pretty much had accepted that I was now Norman’s gay slave bitch.
I moaned as I closed my eyes and rubbed the left side of my face against Norman’s wrinkly nutsack. God, even his balls felt dense and powerful. They smelled very musky and masculine. One by one, I sucked each into my mouth one at a time. They did not taste much different than his long shaft. Just wrinklier and a little stronger taste. I remembered he wanted it extra nasty. “I love your big balls daddy,” I complimented. “Next time you’re horny, feel free to come into my room. I’ll suck on your sweaty balls while you jack off on my face.” Holding his shaft against his stomach still with me left hand, I stuck my tongue out and traced it the entire length from the bottom of his thick ballsack to the mushroom headed tip of his girthy cock.
“Wow cupcake, that was so romantic,” Norman praised as a relaxed smile spread over his face. His chin lifted and his head nodded. “More of that and you’ll soon become daddy’s special little boy.”
I flashed the man a toothy grin, nodded my head, and flipped my hair back before taking his cock into my mouth and sucking on it.
“Unh, yes, cupcake,” Norman complimented, moaned, and then gasped. “That didn’t take much training at all. What a great little cocksucker you are. That’s a good appetizer. But I’m ready for the entrée. You can spit out daddy’s cock and come sit on my lap.”
I loudly slurped on his cock one last time before pulling my head back. “Ok, daddy, here let me stand up,” I said. As I stood, I felt his strong leathery hands each grip and squeeze my curvy asscheeks as they hung out the back of the skimpy baby blue underwear he had dressed me in.
“You’ve got the most perfect ass,” Norman said as he smirked at me. “I didn’t think that I’d ever have ass as good as my cellie. But it looks like tonight’s my lucky night. Getting you to the point where you’re at now took so long. You were such a little bitch about things. But that’s how the world works. The best stuff takes effort. You don’t get it for free. But I put the work in. And now I own your ass. I am going to have so much fun pounding you with my big fat penis, cupcake. You have no idea.”
“I’m scared daddy,” I whined. “You’re so big. My ass is a virgin. I’ve never been romanced with a penis before. And yours is so big and hard. I don’t mind letting you do your thing in there. But I’m afraid you’ll hurt me. ”
Norman shrugged his shoulders. “It’s going to hurt, sure,” he explained. “But trust me, you’ll enjoy the experience once I get you where I need you to be. I made my cellie addicted to my big prick and I can do the same to you. It’ll be all you ever think about all the time. You’ll never think of romance the same way again.” He continued to grope my ass cheeks with his tough hands.
My ribs felt too tight, my eyes looked away from Norman, and I shrugged weakly. “Ok, I guess,” I consented. “You can do it. Romance my asshole with your penis. You want me to put a condom on?”
“No condoms,” Norman replied. “They ruin the romance. When I fuck a man in the ass, my expectation is that I am allowed to cream his asshole. I’m not wasting a load on a condom. If we fuck or you suck my dick, my load becomes part of your body. No exceptions.” He sipped from his cup of scotch.
“That’s fair,” I said. “It’s my first time so maybe it’s good that I get the… full experience. Ok daddy. Let’s do this. Fill this little cupcake with your thick cream.” I couldn’t believe I just said that. He was even getting me to say this stupid stuff now.
“First we warm up,” he explained. “I’m just going to hump your ass for a bit. Here.” His hands spread my asscheeks and he pulled the thin strap of the thong underwear to the side. He then wedged his fat pole between my two asscheeks. “Ok, just grind against my fat prick for a while. I’m going to sit here and enjoy the rest of my scotch in the meantime.”
As I grinded my ass against his girthy penis, I wondered how on earth something so big was going to make it inside my vulnerable virgin asshole. It felt extremely hard and powerful underneath me. I turned my head and looked at Norman as I grinded against his lap. I wondered if I should kiss him or something. No, judging by the look on his face, he did not want me to kiss him. Instead, I leaned to the side and began to rub his huge right bicep with both of my small hands. I could feel his warm throbbing cock against my ass.
“You like daddy’s big muscles, huh?” he asked. “You have no muscles. Not like daddy. It’s ok, cupcake. I have more than enough for both of us.” He lowered his head and sniffed my neck. “You smell so sweet. Like pretty flowers.”
I smelled his cologne as well. It was smokey and sophisticated. I guess he gave me the sweet stuff because I’m the bottom in his romance fantasy. I never thought of myself as an effeminate guy. I was thin and clean shaven and young looking but that’s about it. But I guess compared to him, I was a lot more femme.
A moan escaped from Norman’s parted lips before he finished the last of his scotch. “Ok, bend over with your stomach on top of the bed.” he ordered. “It’s time to get you lubed up.”
As I stood up, I felt his sweaty penis dislodge from between my ass cheeks causing a plopping noise. I bent over the bed as instructed and stuck my ass out. I couldn’t believe I was about to get fucked in the ass for the first time. I swallowed and smiled nervously.
Norman retrieved his large bottle of lube and pressed the plastic plunger. A big wad of lubricant shot into his hand making a fart-like sound. Using the lube, he greased up his fat prick. I couldn’t believe that huge thing was about to go inside of my ass. Norman pressed the plunger a second time and it farted out another big wad of lube into his right hand. The older man approached me and using his left hand, removed the skimpy underwear I was wearing. I was now bent over a bed, my asshole completely exposed, just feet away from my roommate’s big greased up penis.
Norman smeared lube over my asshole and then penetrated me with two of his fingers. It felt so weird having my older roommate’s fingers inside of me, lubing up my poor asshole for a pounding. Suddenly I felt a squishing sensation and my body trembled. “What was that?” I asked.
“I told you that you were going to enjoy this,” Norman responded with a smirk on his face. “That was just a little sneak peek. Look, this is the part that’s going to hurt. A lot. But bear with me and we’ll get back to that sensation you just experienced shortly. Spread your legs and brace yourself.”
I did as he said and grabbed on to the bed as I prepared for him to put his huge cock inside of me.
Norman grabbed the base of his long shaft and stepped towards me. He began slapping the mushroom head of his cock against my virgin hole. “Uh huh, ok cupcake, time to open up for daddy” he said.
I felt his strong arms grab on to each side of my pelvis before the tip began to push inside of me. At first everything seemed fine. But then I writhed in pain. “Oh shit, it hurts!” I yelped. I winced and clenched my teeth.
“Just concentrate on opening up and molding your insides to the shape of my fat prick,” Norman directed. “Don’t worry about the pain. It’s not your master. I am. Now that my cock is inside of you, I’m your daddy for real and you’re my gay little bitch.”
My eyes moistened and my body trembled from the pain as his cock pushed further and further into me. My insides did everything they could, but he was just so strong, and his penis was so big. Whenever he would get stuck, his beefy muscular arms would grab my pelvis and he would brute strength it further inside of me. I could feel it wiggling and throbbing inside my body as he attempted to carve out as much room impossible inside of me to create a new home for his fat greased up prick.
Rather than try to fight it, I just let my body go limp and endured the crippling pain. After a protracted period of painful probing, I felt his fat prick slide outside of my ass. “Ok, I think you’re ready now,” Norman said. “Roll over on to your back.”
I rolled over and looked up at Norman. He looked so huge towering above me, muscles bulging, as he stroked his fat greased up penis.
“Ok, it’s time for the fun to begin, cupcake,” Norman remarked. He was smiling, staring intensely at my asshole, and licking his lips. “Hold your legs up with your arms and spread your asshole has wide open as possible. While I did what he asked, his powerful muscular arms grab each side of my thin waist.” His fat prick slid right back into my ass. This time there was little resistance or pain. Using a combination of his muscular hips and his thick arms, he slowly began to pound his cock in and out of my little hole while I laid there staring at the ceiling. Every time his penis would ram into me, it was the strangest feeling. It’s like he would smack my cock from behind inside of my body causing me to shiver.
As he continued to smash his fat prick into my ass, I no longer felt any pain at all. In fact, as he pushed faster and harder, I soon became overwhelmed by the pleasant shivers generated with each pounding. My body began to tremble non-stop, and I couldn’t help but moan and gasp over and over. He got faster and faster until it felt like a jackhammer. As he did so, he increasingly positioned himself further on top of me until it got to the point where every time he would pump his thick penis inside of me, he’d also rub his body against my own hard penis. “Unh, oh my god, oh my god, unh, what the fuck, unh, oh my god, are you doing to me?” I grunted out between pleasurable gasps and moans.
“Romancing you with my penis,” Norman explained before releasing a moan of his own. “Based on the way your body is shaking. I’d say I’ve given you at least a dozen body orgasms. Don’t worry, I am not about to nut anytime soon. I can give you way more.”
“B-body orgasms?” I asked through gasps and moans. My body kept convulsing and I felt tingly all over.
Norman continued to pound his fat penis in an out of me while I trembled, moaned, shivered, and gasped. Fuck, I still didn’t think I was gay. But it was very hard for me to imagine any scenario in the future where Norman asked if I wanted to repeat this experience and I would say no. All that humiliating shit he put me through. Calling me cupcake and having me suck on his nasty balls. That’s a small price to pay for a pounding like this.
Eventually Norman’s eyes widened, and mouth fell open releasing a long gasp. I could feel his fat prick tremble and pulse inside of me as it squirted his warm gooey cream deep into my body. “Yes, daddy!” I squealed. His hard cock convulsed seven or eight times inside of me. It felt very weird. Having so much of his warm cum inside. When he was finally finished, he withdrew his fat penis leaving my insides feeling weirdly loose. As he did so, he grabbed my hard penis with his right hand and began stroking it. It only took a couple strokes until I experienced the orgasm I was used to and shot my own big gooey load all over my stomach. Holy shit, he gave me so many orgasms and I sprayed so much cum as well. I couldn’t believe it.
“Thanks cupcake,” Norman said as he got off the bed, grabbed the bottle of scotch and poured himself another glass. “That ass of yours was everything I imagined it would be and more. Look, no offense, I’m not the cuddling type. Thanks for the romantic evening. I’ll probably hit you up in the morning tomorrow looking to fuck again.”
As I left his apartment, I just felt confused. He constantly talked about romance but then he kicked me out of his apartment after he fucked me. I did so many dirty and humiliating things for him. I didn’t feel like anything we did was romantic whatsoever. How is it romantic when he makes me suck on his balls extra nasty, calls me his gay bitch, or threatens to spank me? As I recalled all the perverted things I did for him, my stomach knotted, and ribs squeezed together. The worst part though was I knew when he showed up tomorrow morning, I would immediately agree to let him fuck me again. I would do basically anything for all those orgasms he induced inside me with his penis.
When my girlfriend found out my new side boyfriend was a bodybuilding dockworker in his mid-thirties, she told me the relationship wasn’t working for her anymore and had to break it off. I had been having amazing sex with Norman regularly, but it was still painful to be dumped by my girlfriend. Even though Norman was pounding me multiple times a day at this point, I still viewed Ashley as my primary relationship. When Norman found out, he offered to cheer me up by taking me on what he described as a hot romantic date.
We pulled into the parking lot of what appeared to be an old school ice cream parlor. “Ice cream?” I asked as the two of us got out of the car.
“I’m a sucker for the sweet stuff,” Norman explained. “It’s why I can never stay completely cut.” He rubbed at his slightly protruding gut.
I began to walk towards the store only for Norman to stop me. “Not so fast, cupcake,” he said. “We’re on a hot date, remember? You got to act the part. Hold on to me and show affection.”
“Are you serious?” I asked before blinking.
“Uh huh,” he said, crossed his muscular hands over his tank top clad chest, and smirked at me.
I swallowed and nodded my head. I wrapped both my hands around his bulging right bicep and rested my head against his chiseled shoulder. We walked together into the store. The girl working across the counter was my age and immediately raised her eyebrows when we walked in. I ignored her and nuzzled my head against Norman’s muscular chest.
“I’ll have vanilla with cookie dough, what about you, cupcake?” Norman asked.
“Pistachio please,” I answered.
Norman chuckled. “Of course, you’d pick something nuts flavored,” he teased.
I glanced at the girl behind the counter. Norman had spoken loudly enough that she obviously heard what he said. She simply stood there maintaining a polite smile. I continued clinging to him and nuzzled him again, this time to hide my flush face.
As we finished our ice cream, Norman asked me, “You know what tastes great after ice cream?”
“What?” I responded and tilted my head to the side.
“Something salty and savory,” he said and smirked at me. “This place has a one room bathroom. It locks. We’re going to go in there and I’m going to give you a little treat.”
“I’m not in the mood for that right now,” I complained. “Please, my girlfriend just broke up with me.”
“That wasn’t a suggestion,” Norman responded with a snarl and flared nostrils. “Either this hot date ends in a happy ending or I’m not giving you your nightly pounding.”
I sighed, shook my head, and relented, “Ok, fine.” Norman went to the bathroom first and I followed behind. Before entering, I turned and looked at the girl behind the counter. She was still politely smiling. I went inside the bathroom Norman had just entered and closed the door behind me and locked it. He was already sitting on the toilet bowl holding his big fat prick.
I got on my knees and took him inside my mouth just as he had taught me. Slow and sensual sucking. Hopefully he didn’t want to nut in my mouth. I’ll just let him cum on my face. I don’t care it’s not any less humiliating than everything else he makes me do for him. I’d much prefer it to having to swallow one of his enormous loads.
“Fuck, I’m so horny,” Norman complains. “God damn my penis is so hard right now. God, it feels so good. It’s ’cause your mouth is cold from the ice cream. Fuck.” He moaned and gasped. “Fuck this, I need to cum. NOW!” I felt his muscular arms grab each side of my head as he began to violently pound his hard penis inside of my mouth the way that he regularly pounds my asshole. I kept gagging and drooling all over the floor. “W-wait! Mrr. Unmh. Mmmf,” I tried to object but everything was muffled through me choking on his fat cock. He pushed particularly deep into my mouth and I knew that was what he does when he is about to blow one of his huge loads. His cock spasmed and vibrated in my mouth as he filled it with his nasty cum. Just like when he came in my ass the first time, I could feel him shoot at least seven times in my mouth. All I could taste was his musty, salty cum. The flavor and smell were overwhelming.
There was a knock on the door. “Is everything ok in there?” a girl’s voice asked.
I began to swallow his salty cum. After three separate gulps, I felt like I was going to vomit on the floor. I looked up at Norman. He stood high above, his chin held high, and he grinned knowingly down at me.
“Why are you looking me like that?” I asked with my mouth still very full of his warm sticky cum.
“That look on your face when I nutted in your mouth just now,” Norman explained. “It was so romantic.”