A gay story: The Summer I Turned Gay I was majoring in “Filmmaking” at the university when I first met Tim. He was a 45 year old man, and ran a successful law firm in the city. He wanted to hire me to shoot a short film related to a new business he was planning on starting. He had seen my submission to the city’s annual film festival and was very impressed. I was a struggling filmmaker, and so when Tim contacted me to meet up to discuss the project, I jumped at the opportunity.
Our first meeting was in his law office. His handshake was firm but friendly, a grip obviously practiced to intimidate men. He was a charmer too. He went out of his way to compliment me on my movie, my film style, my original script, and awkwardly, my toned body and cute looks. You see, my film that Tim saw, was about an exhibitionist young man, who falls for an old renaissance painter, for whom he modeled for. I played the part of that young man, and I was considerably nude in the film. Honestly, I think the reason the film got so much attention was due to the gratuitous nudity, not because of the “authentic” plot.
Tim was over six feet tall. He was sophisticated and stunning to look at with dark hair, dark beard, a strong jaw and grayish eyes. After his day job in suits, he was in the habit of wearing shorts and a loose button shirt with top buttons open showing his hairy chest, as we worked weekends. I was sure he wore no underwear, as the shape of his cock showed clearly through his shorts. I wondered why he would sometimes get an erection during our work. But soon I learned that he was gay, and so it made me feel very special imagining that he was hard for me. It drove me to distraction imagining that all I had to do, whenever he leaned over my computer, was to slide my elbow up and down in order to fondle his loosely hanging pole.
His ass was a sculpted masterpiece, high and gloriously curvaceous. He also had one of those herculine biceps, which always caused a chemical reaction somewhere deep within me. I was twenty five at the time and engaged to a beautiful twenty three year old girl, Jessica. We were to get married after my graduation that summer. But I couldn’t stop having feelings of strong attraction towards Tim. He was so real, so earthy, so unlike any of the men I had ever known.
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My musings heightened one day, after a full day of shooting outdoors. Jess had gone away to visit her parents, and so I was in no hurry to get back home. Tim and I were both sweaty with lugging the heavy filming equipment around all day. We decided to get dinner at a local cafe.
After ordering some sandwiches and coffee, we sat down at the small cafe table, our knees touching due to the small space. I was trying to be as nonchalant as I could muster. Tim was talking to me, complimenting my work as usual, but I was not able focus on the actual words he said. I took a deep breath, trying to relax, but it didn’t help. His familiar aftershave was strong but underneath I could smell his musky male odor.
The tone of his compliments did something in me that day. Usually I am good at deflecting flattery. But nobody had so openly and genuinely praised me like that. Tim was blushing hard while saying those things, which made me blush too. He made me feel so desirable. I looked at Tim differently sitting in that cafe corner. He was behaving like someone infatuated and was coming on to me with full force. That made my heart start to race. And that’s when the dirty thoughts started wandering randomly through my mind again.
“How big is his cock?” was my first thought, although I quickly decided that I already kinda knew that. It was a very big one. “If I leaned forward, would he lean in too and kiss me, forcing his tongue inside?” I craved to be objectified by him. “If I asked him straight out, would he take me to the restroom and show me his big cock, even let me touch it?” A sexy hunk like him must surely have many men and women swooning for him all the time.
I was not yet so panicked as to say anything aloud, but as we talked, my attention remained intently focused on the bulge between his legs. I am sure my eyes must have “accidentally” glanced down to check out that bulge. How long could I keep it up?
“Are you checking me out?” Tim caught me.
“What? No!”
“I see you checking me out all the time. Your eyes always go down to my pants. You lean into me trying to touch my cock with your arms, whenever we are editing the movie on your computer. Even right now you are rubbing your legs against mine.”
I was astounded. How could he know? I couldn’t even deny it happened, because he had caught me so red handed. I started to apologize, but Tim stopped me. He did that a lot, gesturing to make me stop speaking.
He took my hand and moved it under the table, and placed it right over his growing manhood. Then he let go of my hand, leaving it resting there. I was too stunned by his boldness to take my hand away. He rested his elbow on the table and cupped his chin within his hand. He leaned in towards me and peered deeply into my eyes. He wore a wry and demanding smile. “Do you feel my cock stir at your touch Jason?”
I nodded nervously. I felt all the people in the half filled cafe looking at me. I was scared to look around me in order to see but rather sensed their eyes. My cheeks were on fire and I looked down in shame. Tim, chuckling, reached his right hand across the tiny cafe table and with his thumb and index finger raised my chin. I stared into his eyes.
“I don’t have to look Jason. I know your cock is hard too. Your cock is hard from feeling my stiff prick.” His blazing eyes never left mine. “Go ahead rub my cock. Feel the head of it. Fondle the sack. Bring it to full arousal.” He strung these sentences together like a single slice of conversation while sipping his coffee. I had still not looked at any of the customers. I locked only onto Tim’s eyes and his voice. I followed all his instructions, as if in a trance.
I have no idea how long we sat there. It seemed ages to me. I could neither eat or drink. I was in a cloak of shame for our entire stay at the shop. Eventually we did leave, and walked our way back to parking. I felt deeply humiliated. Who might have heard? Who may have seen? But mostly, I was humiliated because my own cock had indeed been stiff as I handled Tim. I was aroused as I traced his huge hard on. I wanted to stop and think my way through all of this. I wanted… I have no idea what I wanted…. I followed Tim unquestioningly back to his car.
He was about to get into his car, when finally I found the nerve to speak to him. “Tim… wait. I want…”
He levelled a piercing look directly into my eyes. “Go on,” he stared unwaveringly. I looked down, suddenly embarrassed and in far above my depth. I felt like a child in front of him. “Why are you torturing me like this…I mean I am not gay or anything.”
“Do you want to have sex with me Jason?” he asked in a matter of fact tone. He playfully touched the lock of hair on my forehead as he asked this.
I was shocked and outraged. “I don’t do that. I am not like that. I have never… would never…” I was now breathing very fast.
“You have a beautiful hot fiancé. She would love to fuck you. You could have a nice little life with her. I on the other hand would be very dangerous for you Jason. I am what you would call a “Dom”. For example, I liked how embarrassed you were when I made you touch me in front of all those people. I am hard now because I am making you sexually uncomfortable. Do you understand?” He brought his face very close to mine, all the while smiling sardonically at my discomfiture.
“See, I enjoy forcing you to do what you already want to do, but deny yourself. That is what turns me on. I suggest you go home and have a suburban fuck with Jessica.” His talk was replete with a smirk and a kind of breathy chuckle.
I looked straight into his eyes this time, pleading, “Stop it, please!” I was tearing up.
“Alright,” he said, taking pity on me, “tell you what. If you kiss me right now and you don’t feel anything, then I was wrong and I’ll drop it. But if you do then I’m right.”
It was as if he was discussing the weather. He made no attempt to whisper or conceal his conversation whatsoever. His proposal made me terribly uncomfortable and I swept my head around to see if anyone was there. Thankfully the parking lot was deserted.
“Someone will see us.” Why was I even entertaining the idea? Why was I listening to him?
“There’s nobody here, Jason. I’ll look out to make sure nobody’s watching. I’ll keep you safe.” He grabbed my hips and pulled me close, easily overpowering me. I was a puppet in his hands. “Just relax and enjoy the kiss.” He grabbed the back of my head and dominantly, yet tenderly, kissed me. My cock swelled as much as it possibly could and I felt dizzy. He pulled away and I let out a soft whiny moan. I was drunk from one kiss.
“Looks like I was right,” he laughed out loud looking down and seeing the tent in the front of my jeans.
I turned red, ashamed. “No! This can’t be. I am not gay!” He covered my mouth with his hand. “I know you still deny it, that is why you should go and find Jessica and have a beautiful vanilla fuck. She is a very attractive girl. She will spread for you Jason. Enjoy her.”
Then he got into his car and breezed out of the parking. I stood there dumbfounded. I felt utterly dejected, like I had just been dumped by a long term lover.
I finally got in my car and drove home. I could think of nothing but him. I replayed every word that he said to me. I replayed the incidents from the cafe and parking lot. I never thought that feeling another man’s penis in public would excite me. That kissing him would make me rock hard. Everything he had said about me was right. I am submissive. I am effeminate. I am his for the taking. A gay boy for this alpha man.
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I reached home, and immediately went to bed. I took all my clothes off, and slipped naked under the covers. A hell fire burned red hot inside my core. I was lusting for this man, and it was all I could do not to tell him so. I opened Facebook on my phone, and opened Tim’s topless photos that he had posted from his beach vacation. Tim was a professional bodybuilder in his youth for three years. He still exercises and has a nice hard body. I started masturbating to the pictures. It took me less than two minutes to ejaculate.
Then I started sobbing.
Why was I feeling so heartbroken? Was I really gay? Do I secretly long to suck another man’s cock? To touch and caress another man’s cock? To have a man make love to my cock? To fuck another man? To be fucked in return?
I tried sleeping, but couldn’t. I was tortured by sordid and dark dreams, desires, fears, images, and longings. I imagined loosing all control over Tim’s luscious thrusting prick… sucking it into my hungry mouth… devouring his hot load. Then, when he had fully recovered, offering him my ass, sliding his thick alpha cock into me…..Mmmm…
At around 1 am, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I fucking hated myself. For so long I had been afraid to open myself to anyone. Jess and I haven’t had sex in months. She already knew something was wrong with me, since I started working with Tim. That’s why she went away to her parents. I was basically a closet gay and I feared coming out. It was so painful to be living like this. It was time for me to let go of the fear, be bold, take a chance at love. This could end badly but at least I would get a good fuck out of it.
I decided for once to follow my heart, or more precisely, my cock. I could masturbate again, as usual, to Tim’s photos or I could get fucked by his real hard penis. The choice was clear. I threw the covers from my naked body and climbed out of bed. Grabbing my phone I walked to the bathroom. I found myself suddenly smiling. I felt free at last.
I stood naked before the bathroom mirror, starring at my erect cock bounce in anticipation of what I was about to do. My heart was racing as I dialed Tim’s number. I was shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot as each ring passed. Tim had surely gone to sleep, but I intended to wake him up. But then I started panicking realizing he might be mad that I had woken him up.
Finally, Tim picked up just before it went to voicemail. “Hello Jason,” he spoke as if he was already awake and waiting for me to call him, “couldn’t sleep?”
I tried to speak. “You were right about me. I… I… can’t stop thinking about you…” I stammered at the phone. “I have… feelings… strong feelings… for you.” My eyes were tearing up.
Tim interjected, “I am coming over right now. Be ready for me, baby.”
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I figured I had about 20 minutes before Tim got here. Hearing him call me ‘baby’ triggered me into action. As he demanded, I was going to be ready for him. I jumped into the shower and cleaned myself thoroughly with soap, especially my cock and ass. Then I took a razor and shaved my pubic area. As I dried myself, I looked at my naked self in the mirror.
I was 5’7″ and fairly well built. I worked out a lot, and had nice muscular body. My penis was not as huge as Tim, only measly 4 inches, but it was nice and hairless. Of course I shave my cock, and my chest, armpits. I like my body to be soft and smooth. Jess doesn’t like it. She once claimed that a real man would never do that. I guess she wanted a cave man. But I like the clean smooth feeling, and it made my tiny prick stand out more. I looked so hot that I decided to be completely naked when I open the door for Tim. I was going to show him my total lack of inhibition tonight. My horniness had consumed me fully.
The door bell rang. “He is here!” I squeaked happily like a child. My cock was hardest it had ever been. “I am so gay,” I chuckled. I ran down, my dick and nuts bouncing with every step, wantonly, obscenely up and down. I felt the cold night air running all over my delicate body. I felt my nipples too get hard.
I reached the door and unlocked it and stood with my hands crossed behind my back and my hips pulled out. I must’ve looked like a fucking slut, but I didn’t care. My repressed wild gay side had taken over now.
Tim pushed open the door and stepped inside. He was carrying a small mysterious grocery bag. Seeing me naked his eyes opened wide with shock. They slowly traveled up and down my slender body.
“Hi!” I said grinning like a schoolgirl and shamelessly swaying my tiny cock left to right. “Tim, I’ve decided…” I started, but he stopped me speaking by placing a hand over my mouth. He did that a lot.
“I know baby. Of course you have decided. I see it in your sweet face. Aren’t you glad I put you through an emotional wringer instead of letting you run off with that silly girl.” He took a step forward and, dropping his bag, cupped my face with his hand. “I am hard now because you look so pretty and vulnerable, like a new bride on her wedding night. I am going to enjoy every inch of you. I will not stop torturing you for as long as we are together.” I stood transfixed then lowered my eyes, submittingly.
I almost didn’t care about the torture. I wanted so badly to be on my back with Tim’s stiff erection stuck between my spread legs. I was desperate to have this man; desperate for him to take me; desperate for him to yank me by my hair to between his spread legs; desperate for him to make me service his rampant hard-on with my mouth as if I was his whore, bought and paid for. I was no bride, I was a ditzy cunt for his manly cum to dump.
“I knew you would come around. I think you wanted to suck my cock from the very first day we met in my office, but you also wanted me to assume the responsibility of the decision.” I began to answer him but he reprimanded me with a look. “I love to torment men who think they’re straight. I knew that about you from the day we met. You always excited me. But even more, I loved the angst, the psychological struggle within you.”
I was mortified but also, I must confess, tremendously moved. I had indeed waged the war which he predicted and perhaps orchestrated so deftly. I wondered how many men had come before me, who stood naked like me, offering themselves to this devilish man.
“I will enjoy you, baby. I love that I am your first cock. I can’t wait to play with you.” I heard him but did not hear him. I stared rather at the floor and was in a foggy aroused state. My heart was racing. I was sweating. I wanted to run, to stay, to stop time, to hurry it up.
Tim smiled up at me in obvious satisfaction. He leaned in as if to kiss me again. I froze at this. He clucked, “It is still hard for you to kiss a man, than to feel his cock in public, to strip naked for him. Ah, you are a romantic.”
He resolved the situation by placing a hand on either side of my face and pasting his lips to mine. He was a strong man and held my head in place while his tongue worked its way into my mouth. This time I found myself returning the kiss. I explored his warm mouth with my tongue. I moaned for him. Surrendering. Not thinking. Moving my body… my raging cock… against his flat stomach.
The kiss lasted minutes and then I felt his tongue withdraw and begin to slither down my chin, throat, chest, abdomen, to my cock where he planted deep kisses and nuzzled his face into me. Then he turned me around to face the wall behind. He stood directly behind me with his magnificent body pressed against the length of my back. He ground his protruding mound into my ass. I was enflamed with his open display of lust. He reached down and took my hands and placed them behind me, between himself and I. He whispered, “I will work your hands for a while, baby. I will tell you when you may have control of them again. Nod if you understand.” I nodded and tried hard to swallow. He turned my hands to face his body then nestled them one on top of the other over his cock. For a moment he just rocked back and forth against my hands. I felt his huge cock through his shorts, as I had done just hours ago in the cafe, but somehow now it seemed even bigger and harder.
“It is like your hands are tied behind you,” he whispered in my ear. “Are you hard, baby? Does all this excite you?” He took his own hands off mine and felt my cock appraisingly. “Oh it is so nice baby. I love a responsive cock. Let me just trace the little monster… Very cute… And your tiny balls…Mmmm they are lovely…Just lovely… Just like in your movie. What a delightful toy you will make tonight.”
I was in both full arousal and shame. My head raced through the information it was receiving. Delightful toy… torture me… What was I getting into? Who was Tim really?
Tim continued to feel the length of my cock. No man had ever touched my cock sexually and I was amazed that as he continued to squeeze and explore it, my hips began to thrust forward. “You like it. See how you push into my hand. You like to have a man fondle your tiny cock, baby?” he teased me. He was sliding his own cock back and forth into my hands.
He took my cock gently in one hand and cupped my balls in the other. He was inspecting and memorizing my dick. He traced the veins on the top of it with his index finger. He squeezed the head of my prick so that the eye of it opened and leaked precum. His other hand was rolling and evaluating my testes. “It is beautiful”, he finally announced. “I love that you shaved your cute little prick. It’s smooth like silk.”
He dug his chin deep into my neck and resumed to slowly wank my cock. I could do nothing but pump my hips in response. He had a wry smile at this. “Tell me that my hand feels wonderful, baby. Tell me you want more.” His other hand had now slipped into the back and was tracing and tickling my asshole with his finger while thrusting his manhood powerfully into me.
“Your hand feels wonderful… and I want more.” I managed to say through a dry throat. Did I mean it? I asked myself. The battle he had predicted was raging within me, through a fog of lust and desire.
He gave my rampant cock one last stroke before removing his hands from my cock, which stood straight up and at full attention, and burning red hot.
“Turn around baby.” He told me. “I will work your hands, remember.” When I turned, he was inches from me and he took both my hands and slid them down his belly and into his shorts. I was right, he wore no underwear. For the first time I felt a man’s naked raw penis. It was both familiar and strange to my touch. He left my hands in there, covering his prick, as he opened his fly then unbuttoned the pants. After that he once again took control of my hands covering them and guiding them. He had me explore the length of his shaft, his hairy balls and thighs. He sighed heavily as he placed my hands on either side of his shaft and moved them lazily back and forth.
“Look at your pretty cock. See how excited it is as you feel my prick. You love the feel of another man’s cock. You like to stroke cock. You must ache to see it. Do you sweetie? Hum?”
He dropped his shorts exposing his cock and balls fully, and took both of our cocks in his hands. My cock was less than half the size of his, in both length and thickness. He pressed the swollen heads together and simultaneously wanked the pair of cocks. “I love to see this.” He moaned, “Two cocks pressed together, is one of my favorite images. I can feel how you are also enjoying this, baby. Pump!” he commanded.
He increased the tempo and the length of the strokes on our cock’s pulling us closer together such that the back side of each was pressed completely against the other. He wrapped both hands around them and was jerking us both off.
“Yes, baby, you want it. Now. See how you pump and wriggle to get my cock rubbing to your cock. Don’t fret.” He took my cock and began thrusting his head back and forth. “You can use your hands now, baby.” His own hand slipped between my legs and he held my balls in his exploring fingers.
With my hands free, I got busy unbuttoning his shirt and stripping him naked. Then holding him by placing my hands on his backside, pulled our naked bodies together. His splendid broad chest and massively swollen arms were what I had imagined. His bushy beard, woolly chest, dense curly pubes made him a real hairy beast. My hairless naked body felt even more naked against his thick fur. I could now see why Jess liked cavemen. I rubbed my hard nipples against him sensually, loving the abrasiveness of a wild animal.
One of Tim’s hands clasped and kneaded my ass. I felt his finger penetrate my ass and he found an incredibly sensitive spot in my colon and began crooking his finger back and forth, arousing me incredibly. Meanwhile his other hand was plying some seductive pressure to my dick. With one finger he was pressing and circling a spot where the head of my cock blended into the shaft. My knees were nearly buckling with his ministrations. My loud, sultry, breathy moans consumed me. I was clay in his skilled hands.
He redoubled his efforts. His hands were magical probes, taking me where I had never been. He whispered and was licking the base of my neck. The sensations were shattering and I felt my balls tightening, ready to explode. It was then that he squeezed my nuts hard within his hand. I almost collapsed to the floor. “Not yet, baby, soon you will cum. Not yet.”
He removed his hand from my cock and it stood straight out… tight and red and throbbing. Maintaining the grip on my balls, he lowered me to my knees, and arose. “You will suck my cock first… before you cum, my beautiful gay slut.”
Tim’s prick was erect and huge before me. He took the foreskin and peeled it back exposing an egorged purple head. “It is lovely, right? Look how ready it is for you, baby.” The moment I saw that glorious fuck monster, I instantaneously developed an insatiable thirst to put it in my mouth.
He brought it to my lips and took my head in his hands. He thrust himself forward and quickly his cock was in my mouth and he was pumping. The taste… the sensations… the idea, had me both rebelling and sucking hungrily at the same time. My tongue worked the underside of his swollen cock and I fought the urge to gag and cough. I sputtered and Tim was urging me to “swallow, swallow baby. It is the only way.” He was pumping his splendid cock into my mouth. I felt his legs clamping. “I am going to cum baby.” he breathed. “Oh fuck baby. Suck my cock. Make me cum. I want to cum in your mouth.” I began sucking in earnest and he increased the tempo. His hands were each grasping handfuls of my hair. Then I felt his cock erupt in my mouth. I tried to pull away, but he was too strong. He held me fast. Cum ran out of my lips and down my cheeks.
Tim pulled my head off his cock. Bending down, he clamped his own mouth over mine. His tongue penetrated my mouth and stirred his cum. He kissed and tasted me and shared the cum such that I had no recourse but to swallow and swallow again.
After a long while he pulled his head back and his piercing gray eyes stared into my soul. “Baby, that was gorgeous. You are now a cocksucker. Yes, baby. And you enjoyed it. I can see. I could feel. How does that make you feel?”
My only feeling was a helpless but impossibly delicious agony. Sublime. I can only remember regaining my senses as I lay collapsed at his feet. He stood up, standing tall and played with my hair. I snuggled my face into his pungent and gaping cock.
Tim had yet to enter the apartment, but l had stripped him naked, sucked his cock, and drank his cum, while still in the hallway. Tim picked his grocery bag in the corner. “Take me to your bedroom,” he commanded.
“Yes daddy!” I said eagerly. And so began the first night of my gay debauchery.
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We sat, Tim and I, on the bed, the bed where only a few days ago I slept with my would-be-wife. It had been an hour since our torrid encounter in the hallway. Tim’s clothes still lay there, in heaps, undisturbed.
Immediately after our session, Tim had opened the mystery bag that he had brought, and retrieved some lubricant and a small black dildo-like object. “This is a butt plug,” he explained. “I am going to lubricate your sweet little rectum and insert this in order to stretch you.” I must have looked scared, so he calmed me by saying, “this will help you baby. It is really just a question of relaxation. You will learn.” He inserted a finger inside me. “Then I will fuck you here, baby.” He had taken a dollop of lubricant and worked it inside of me. Then he eased the plug into my virgin ass.
Tim asked me to fetch some wine from the kitchen. It was a weird sensation walking with the butt plug in me. As I became accustomed to the sensation I began to pump and squeeze instinctively. Tim noticed it and slapped my stretched buttocks, and I jumped in pain. “I like your sweet little ass. I’m going to enjoy fucking it. How badly do you want my cock inside you?” Each time I went to respond to his questions, he would shake his head or touch my mouth with his fingertips. “Just think, baby, I want to watch you think.”
We lay naked, me cuddled in his wide arms, sipping wine. As we sat there he fondled my cock, rolling it between fingers and palms holding it up, examining it minutely. He teased me about its small size and how I had bounced it like a sissy girl, on my knees with his cock in my mouth, deep-throating him.
“Are you surprised how quickly you have become accustomed to a man’s cock? To the sight of it? To the feel of it? To the taste of it? Are you surprised that it excites you?” I knew by now Tim didn’t expect me to answer. So instead I curled my fingers around his long shaft and with my thumb stroked the head of his daddy prick. I was pleased to see that his cock was also reviving under my handling and scrutinizing.
Tim smiled approvingly. “Sex is a primary need in human beings,” he said. “Your primary need is sex with men. You need a man’s cock in your mouth. You need to taste a man’s load of cum. You need his cock in your ass. You need to be fucked. You need to feel his load squrit deep inside you. This is more than desire. This is a need. Up until now, you denied yourself what you need, Jason.”
I nodded eagerly. He was so right. I need his cock in my ass so bad right now. I want to run my fingers through his hair while he pounds into my hole. Let him nibble and lick at my neck while I squirm and gasp and whimper for him, begging for cum, begging for more. I want to feel my butt just tighten around his thick cock as the head kisses my postrate. I want him to tell me how good I’m taking his cock, how handsome and pretty I look as I come undone underneath him. I want to clench my soft bottom around his cock while he fills me up with cum, breeding my pretty hole. And then we make out as he uses his cum for lube on the second round.
I took both our wine glasses and put them on the nightstand. Then I slowly laid flat on my back. I still had his plug in my ass and I thought I would show him just how filthy I could be. “I am ready for your cock,” I said, spreading my legs wide and raising up my butt. “Please fuck me now, Daddy.” I had started calling him ‘daddy’. It just felt so right.
Tim got down from the bed and grabbed me by my legs. He pulled me roughly towards him to the edge of the bed. He bent down and gave my lips a quick love bite and with the butt plug started fucking me. His stare never wavered from my eyes. I held my balls up for him and with my other hand stroked my now fully aroused cock.
“You look so beautiful. I am dying to fuck you, my little baby.” He stared into my eyes. “I want to look into your face as I fuck you sweetie. I want to see your expression as I enter then penetrates deep inside you. I am going to thrust my cock up your ass. You going to love it, my little cocksucker.”
He stood up and spread me wide and reached between us and fondled my balls and my cock. “You are so hard, baby,” Tim whispered. “How long have you wanted a man to fuck you?” Instead of answering, I showed him by undulating seductively as if I was a nympho, who was always ready for a cock to fuck the daylights out of her.
Tim sank to his knees and removed the plug he had placed in my rectum. It made a plopping noise and he started to tongue me as soon as it was withdrawn. I could not help but whimper to the licking and circling he performed. He had both his hands on my nuts and on my cock and was stroking and pulling sensually. I grabbed both my legs to stretch them wide and started to rock rhythmically. My head felt all empty.
Tim stood up to grab the lube and I sucked in and held my breath. “You have to relax, baby. You have to breathe to open up,” he said lathering my asshole with lubricant. Then he brought the head of his cock to my rectum. I could feel his hard cock probing me as he was positioning my legs. “You are only a virgin once, my baby, and I will take you now and forever.” I let out a whimper and squeezed my eyes shut. The head of his cock felt huge pressing against my ring. “Now, I want you to say one thing my dear. Say fuck me daddy. Say it loud.” He stared at me and his eyes were afire.
I could not wait any longer. “FUCK ME DADDY,” I called out loud and grabbed on to his shoulders. At that exact moment Tim thrust his cock deep up and into my bowels. I screamed out an “AAAhhhh!” and Tim began pumping in and out. I closed my eyes and a flash of white and then red shot through my brain. He continued to fuck and I clenched my cheeks together in pain. Beads of sweat formed on my brow.
When the pain subsided, I opened my eyes and saw Tim’s glowing face inches away from me. His face was a picture of lust and depravity. He was gloating and panting and sweating all at the same time. Without realizing I felt myself start to thrust to and fro. The pain was gone by now and my cock began to rise once again. Soon I was fucking back. My tempo was matching his.
“Fuck me daddy. Oh yes. Fuck my sweet virgin ass,” I said expelling puffs of breath and making guttural noises with each penetration. Tim, red faced and panting, spoke out, “you are so fucking hot. You ass feels fucking amazing around my cock. It feels so right, so tight, so sensual stuffed up your little ass. Tell me not to stop. Ask me to fuck you hard baby.”
“Daddy, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Fuck me. YES. FUCK ME. Fuck me hard with that stiff cock.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing from my own mouth. Tim was in heaven with my added exuberance. He kissed my face all over. I was being used like a toy and I found it so personal, so intimate, so voyeuristic that I could barely stay still. His spectacular body writhed and twitched and his flesh flickered with sweat and desire. His face glowed with perspiration.
The sensation shot through me like a bolt of lightning as he thrust hard into me, reaching depths I had never felt, even when inside a woman. His splendidly muscular chest heaved and stretched wide. It felt like he was breathing in my scent. He closed his eyes and continued to fuck me hard and deep. Through clenched teeth he spoke to me. “Baby, you will do everything I ask, and I will take you to the heights which you have never been.” We were both sweating now. My cock wanted to scream. I felt his heavy balls slapping into my butt.
“Yes, yes my daddy. I will do anything.” I said rocking my ass back and into Tim’s stabbing cock. Suddenly I felt him explode inside me. His hot cum filled my colon and he screamed in release. His hand grabbed me and he began yanking on my cock furiously as he spasmed. In a matter of seconds I too exploded shooting jets of cum onto myself and over his hand. We both jerked and rocked obscenely as we came together. “Oh yes…Oh fuck….Oh fuck baby….” He collapsed on top of me as I blacked out.
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After a few minutes, when I came to my senses, Tim had eased up from over me. He looked so contented. He took my face in both his hands and stared into my eyes. He whispered, “The day I saw your sculpted body in your movie I knew I had to have you. That’s why I hired you. There is no startup, no movie to be made. It was just an elaborate ruse to get to fuck you. And now I have,” he declared like a victorious conqueror.
It suddenly made sense. The way he acted all those times when we worked together. The times he stood semi-naked next to me, rubbing his manipulative penis into my arms. I think a part of me already suspected his motives. I didn’t know how to react or what to say. Tears started rolling down my face.
Tim looked down at me with concern, wiping away my tears. “Are you mad?” he asked. I shook my head. I wasn’t mad. I didn’t feel anger. Instead, I realized that it was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. Nobody had ever wanted me so bad that they created such a charming plot to get me into bed with them. Earlier in the night I had cried with sadness because I felt heartbroken. Now I cried with joy because I felt so loved, so desired.
I stopped crying. “How can I be mad at you, daddy. You have freed me,” I said. “You were right, I did want to suck your cock on the first day we met in your office. I never felt so instantly attracted to anyone before. I have masturbated every day, since that day, to your Facebook pictures. Jess and I stopped having sex because I no longer want her. I want you, daddy.” I confessed everything. I was done hiding.
Tim face lit up and he kissed me passionately. “I knew it, you are such a romantic,” he cooed, his eyes watered as well. Then he whispered, “Will you be mine?”
“Yes, yes, daddy. I’m yours. Make me do what you want. Anything. Everything. Fuck me anytime, anywhere, and leave your seed behind for me to relish and savour. Rub your cock in my face and show me its pulsing throbbing power.” I was spewing out any lewd idea. Any thought.
“Then turn over and get on all your fours,” Tim commanded. “You can’t be a proper gay boy until you have been fucked like a bitch.”
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My first weekend with Tim had begun. My first experience with bisexuality had begun. Jess and I broke up and I moved in with Tim. All that summer, he forced me into one emotional corner after another and revelled in my angst. He made me his summer hobby. We broke up soon after that. Tim was done with me and he moved on to his next conquest. But I have no regrets. I have never been the same. Tim taught me to be unafraid, honest, to be true to myself. He gave me freedom to be me. And yes, I am making a movie about our affair. It’s called “The summer I turned gay.”