A few seconds later, I felt warm liquid between my ass cheeks. Somehow, this too turned me on.
“Now I’m not going to fuck your ass unless you beg me to,” he surprised me, as he rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks.
This surprised me. I expected him to just take my ass, make me his bitch and I was willing to let him do it. Yet, now he wanted to hear me say I wanted it, and that only added to the complete humiliation.
“Do you want me to fuck your ass, cocksucker, make you officially a faggot?” He questioned, as his cockhead poked my asshole.
Although part of me didn’t want him to, this was so much more than just cocksucking, a bigger part of me was willing to do whatever he wanted me to…lust overriding logic.
After a brief hesitation, I answered, “Yes, please fuck my ass.”
“Your man cunt?” He questioned, as the mushroom top pushed forward trying to break through my very tight ass.
“Yessss, my man cunnnnt,” I grimaced as his cock broke through my last layer of resistance.
The inevitable burn cascaded through me as my anal cherry was taken by a high school student.
“This is the tightest cunt I’ve ever filled,” he groaned, as he continued to slowly slither his snake deeper into my virgin rectum.
“Fuuuuck,” I whimpered.
“Don’t worry faggot,” he comforted, before promising, “once you get used to a cock in that cunt of yours you’ll be begging for me to fuck you like the faggot cock slut you are.”
Oddly, I was hoping he was right, as at the moment all I felt was burning, even as, unexplainably, my cock was rock hard pressed against the bed.
“All in,” he declared, not moving as seven inches of cock rested deep inside me.
“Thank God,”‘ I weakly quipped, confident there was no way I could take another millimetre in me.
“Luckily, I’m not thick like my buddy, Jimmy, who you sucked earlier. In ass-fucking girth is way more damaging than length,” he explained, as if he was an expert at ass fucking, which he may have been based on his complete confidence.
“Kkkk,” I nodded.
“Get used to the cock in your cunt, faggot,” he instructed, like I had a choice.
Strangely, the pain began to subside and I felt a sudden urge to have him fuck me the longer his cock rested deep inside me. I can’t remotely explain it, but I wanted to feel his cock moving inside me. I was surprised when I heard myself say, “Please fuck me.”
“Pardon? Only real faggots request to be ass fucked,” he smugly responded, with an ‘I told you so’ tone.
I didn’t think I was a faggot, a term I thought offensive to gay men, but I was apparently more than just a cocksucker. Yet, deciding semantics wasn’t really relevant now, I admitted, like he wanted me to, “Yes, sir, I’m your faggot?”
Hearing the words he obviously wanted to hear, he began pulling his cock out.
I groaned as he began slowly fucking me, allowing my ass to get used to being fucked.
Although the burn was still there, it was beginning to dissipate as a strange new pleasure, very different from when doing the fucking, began to emerge.
He seemed to constantly be able to read my mind as he said, “You’re beginning to enjoy it aren’t you, faggot.”
“Yes, sir,” I mindlessly replied.
He didn’t speed up as I’d expected though, as I began to want him to. My whimpers became moans and the longer he kept slowly fucking me the more I wanted it harder.
Finally, I begged, “Please, fuck my ass harder.”
“Like I would a dirty ass slut?” He questioned.
“Yes, please make me your ass slut,” I moaned, wanting to be used, fuck, banged, hammered, or whatever other term one may imagine.
“But I thought you only sucked cock,” he pointed out, still continuing the slow pace.
“I was before you turned me into an ass slut,” I admitted, no longer sure what I was, but knowing what I wanted.
Suddenly, he slammed into me hard, somehow reaching new depths. I screamed, “Fuuuuuck.”
He pulled back out slowly and slammed back into me. He continued these contrasting slow and fast strokes, which enhanced the pleasure, re-stimulated the pain and only made me want to be fucked harder.
“More, pleassssse,” I begged, “fuck the shit out of your ass slut.”
“You want that cunt of yours pounded hard?” He questioned.
“Yes, hammer my cunt with that big sledgehammer of yours,” I replied, as I got more and more frustrated by his teasing.
“Bounce back on my cock,” he ordered, as he pulled out and sat down on a chair at the table.
I quickly moved to him, like a bitch in heat, bent my ass in front of his missile and tried to get it back inside. It was awkward and frustrating as I tried to get the correct angle. After a few failed attempts to impale myself on his stiff dick, I finally hit pay dirt as his cock easily slid back into my wanton hole.
“Now fuck yourself, faggot,” he ordered, once I had filled myself with his cock.
I obeyed, beginning to ride his cock. The pain was gone and only undeniable pleasure remained. I sounded like a squealing pig with each backwards bounce as I slammed my ass back onto him.
“Such an eager faggot,” he said, as my own focus now was on fucking myself.
As I continued filling my ass with his cock, I couldn’t help but notice my own hard cock flailing all over the place, my own balls beginning to boil.
“Where do you want my cum?” He asked, his own breathing getting heavier too.
“My ass sir,” I quickly replied, wanting to know that it felt like to be filled with cum.
“As you wish,” he grunted a few seconds later and I felt his hot seed rocket inside my pussy.
I groaned, “Yes, fill my cunt with your cummmmmmm,” as I kept fucking myself, milking his cock with my tight ass, the feeling of being filled with cum another naughty, but undeniably satisfying, moment.
“You’re a faggot now,” he quipped.
I admitted, as I began stroking my cock while still fucking myself, “I love being a faggggggot.”
“Come my whore, come with a cock in your ass,” he ordered, as he grabbed my hips, lifted up and dropped me on his lap. This new position had his cock somehow reach new depths again.
It took seconds to obey his order as being used as a slut was the ultimate turn on and I began spraying my cum everywhere, while sitting on his lap with his cock buried inside me.
“I think that officially makes you a faggot,” he quipped, clearly amused.
It was hard to argue as I had come sitting on a teenager’s lap with his cock lodged deep up my ass.
“You’re one good fuck,” he complimented, “better than most bitches I bang.”
“Thanks,” I weakly said, somehow flattered by the compliment.
“Get off me,” he said, a moment later and as I stood up, my legs weak, cum leaking out of my ass, complete and utter shame cascaded through me.
My orgasm complete, no longer horny and being controlled by my cock, I was mortified of everything I had done today, everything I had risked, all for cock.
He stood up and got dressed. “Feeling guilty?” He asked.
“A little,” I admitted, still surprised how he always knew what I was thinking.
“Don’t be,” he shrugged, “you finally, after all these years, accepted what and who you are.”
“I’m more confused than ever,” I said, which was true. Yet, I wasn’t sure I needed to have this conversation with a teenager.