A gay sex stories: Yours with No Way Out
Miguel is next to me again, sitting on the bed making it easy for our legs to touch. He stares into my eyes as I am dressed only in my pants and the towel he has lent me draped over my shoulders. He’s wearing shorts and a T-shirt, and I think I’m getting hotter and hotter. He caresses my chin and our faces are just a few centimeters apart producing in me the unstoppable desire to kiss him.
I close my eyes as his caresses sublimate my face. I remain motionless, at his mercy, waiting for his lips. Every second becomes a year, yearning for his mouth. Softly his lips touch mine in a sweet kiss, without tongue, without haste. His hands caress me every moment, my face, my arms, my neck as I lose myself in his kisses and I don’t know if it’s been a few seconds or a few hours. Finally, I open my eyes, and I see him looking at me.
– Well machito, do you remember our dilemma? – he says.
I don’t even remember where I am or what day it is, his kisses have already bewitched me and now I come back to me. I remember our conflict which was that the one who had the biggest cock would be the active one and since he told me that he had a “normal” cock, let’s see if there is a tie. The truth is that if he sucks it like he kisses it, I hope he does his passive functions well.
We stand up, one in front of the other.
– Ready for a sword fight? – he says to me in a joking tone.
– Ready to get down on your knees? – I ask in a cocky tone.
He smiles as he slowly takes off my towel and throws it on the floor. He kneels down, pulling my pants down, while I stand like a statue. He kneels, looking me in the eyes and as he goes down, he looks sideways at my package and smiles in satisfaction. My pants are down to my ankles and I’m starting to get my hopes up for the long-awaited fellatio. I like to have a man submissive and I love to be the alpha. My ego likes to humiliate another man and have him submissive to my whim.
Miguel continues on his knees and begins to pull down my underwear causing my member to harden awaiting his mouth, his tongue, his soft lips.
Little by little he pulls down my shorts which gradually descend further down my thighs, past my knees until they reach my ankles. His eyes go from my erection to my eyes and from my eyes to my erection. Again and again, a smile creeping back on her mouth, with that beauty that disarms me.
She stays on her knees, her face level with my rock-hard member, beginning to release a droplet of pre-seminal fluid. She looks back down at my phallus and I close my eyes.
A few seconds pass, but I don’t notice his lips or mouth and when I open my eyes again, I see him standing there, his smile showing his perfect teeth. Now that smile becomes mischievous and surprise is drawn on my face.
– What’s with that face? You haven’t seen my little sword yet. We can’t make comparisons – he says.
He takes off his worn T-shirt first to show off his waxed torso, confirming that he has an athletic body, well cared for by exercise. He pulls down his pants all by himself, revealing the tight, expensive boxer shorts he wears underneath. All the while I look into his eyes as he smiles and takes my hand. He brings my trembling hand to his well-built crotch, which is hard and grown. I touch it and check its size over his underwear and direct my gaze to his briefs. I begin to suspect that not everything is going as I had planned in terms of size.
I slowly kneel down but I don’t look into his eyes, I look at his member. Above his underpants he seems to have a slightly larger size than mine, but this fact remains to be confirmed.
Slowly I start to pull down his expensive white briefs, which fit him so well and free his member, which is undoubtedly bigger, longer and fatter than mine. I pull his briefs down to ankle height and am mesmerized by that majesty. I stare at him for a few seconds or a few hours, I don’t know.
I direct my gaze to his eyes and he smiles again. Now it’s a smile of satisfaction and victory.
– Well, little whore, you know what you’re getting – he says to me in a joking tone.
My defeated head is spinning. A few brief moments ago I was fantasizing that Miguel would be my submissive little whore and would eagerly give me a hard-working fellatio whenever I wanted, and now I’m on my knees, in front of him, humiliated and defeated. Begging for mercy to save my head. I think of the helplessness I feel. My girlfriend suggests I’m not man enough for her, hooking me up with Miguel thinking he would be my sexual outlet and it turns out he humiliates me with his dick and telling me I’m a cuckold. But despite everything, the situation turns me on and embarrasses me at the same time. The floor is hard and my knees start to complain. It has started to get very hot in the cruel room and the smell of male crotch invades the room. His hard, juicy, perfect, big, fat and beautiful cock releases its first drop of clear liquid.
I feel his hand stroking my hair. He doesn’t rush me, he just makes me feel comfortable.
– Come on Daniela – he tells me.
I remember that my name for him is Dani according to my chat nickname. But he has already feminized my name to humiliate me. My macho pride doesn’t accept the total defeat I’ve had today but I’m still on my knees and Miguel is waiting with no strength to get up. I lower my gaze to his meaty cane and slowly approach him, pushed by an unknown force external to me, while he keeps stroking my hair. I close my eyes and open my mouth without understanding why I do it automatically.
Excitement overcomes me and that mysterious force subdues me. My sex has gone from being hard to flabby, but my arousal is even greater. Perhaps my mind is adapting to this new passive and submissive role that I did not want and hated.
With my lips I embrace his soft glans wetting it all with my saliva. I notice that salty taste of pre-seminal fluid, which excites me even more, while that voice in my head desperately screams at me that I don’t want to, that I shouldn’t suck him off, that it’s a journey of no return.
I’m on my knees, with my pants around my ankles while keeping my eyes closed and sucking Miguel’s sword. And I pretend to be the dominant male? I feel sexy, I feel slutty, I feel sissy and most humiliating of all, I love it.
I notice how Miguel moans and encourages me with his “come on baby”. I hate it with all my strength. I hate Miguel who is humiliating and subduing me. What would my girlfriend say if she saw it.
At all times he addresses me in feminine. Instinctively I try to put more of his meat in my mouth, but I can’t even get half of it in. I have to open my mouth wide to gobble this delicious, juicy, hot thing. With my hand, I masturbate her and with the other hand I caress her strong, waxed legs. I know I shouldn’t do it but why do I love it?
My jaw hurts because I can’t open it any wider, and the tip of her pussy hits my throat causing the pain to be mixed with pleasure. I try to take it in further but I gag and even though I try to pull it out of my mouth, my body doesn’t respond as my soul craves that cock. I sit on the bed, still eating her, so I can rest my knees.