Closeted repression to Gay whoredom

[Fantasywriter]

This is a story all about how my life got flipped , turned... oh, wait I don't want to get slapped on stage!

It's a first person series of stories following the journey of young man, indoctrinated into small town narrow mindedness, yet lusts for cock.

Part 1: A taste

I came from a backwater closed minded little town in the arsend of nowhere. I had always liked guys and girls, although being from a town like that my denial ran strong! However often when I was “alone and using my imagination”… (you know what I mean!), I’d think about a strong guy pushing his cock into my mouth and making me service his needs or bending me over and entering my virgin rosebud….

Anyway – at the age of 18 I left home to go to university in Manchester, a great place, and unknown to me at the time, due to my small-town ignorance, had a thriving gay scene.

In my first week lectures were very straight forward – mostly doing admin stuff, there was a ton of partying every night to really make sure we burned our student loans… On the fourth day, I was struggling with a hangover, and having just heard of “the hair if the dog”, decided to give it a go. I walked to a nearby pub at lunchtime, ordered a pint and sat at the bar.

As I was trying to overcome the hungover repulsion to alcohol, a guy walks in – looking immaculate, well-groomed with a great body and tight leather trousers – which left very little to the imagination. I felt like my eyes bulged out of my head as I watched him walk in. He came to the bar beside me and ordered a drink. He was clearly a regular here by the familiar and flirtatious way he spoke to the barman.

“This guy must be gay,” I thought to myself – a fairly reasonable conclusion given the trousers and the flirting with the barman. This being the 90’s, and me being from a small backwards town I really didn’t know what to do. He was “one of them” one of the million and one names called out in my school playground, but ultimately a man loving gay. As much as I was freaked out by this, I could also feel the arousal in me stirring…. This guy had felt stubble rubbing against his face as he kissed a guy, had felt smooth cock passing through his lips and into his mouth… It was overwhelming…. Terrifyingly hot!

He turned to me and started a conversation, “Gorgeous little bar isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I managed in a monosyllabic croak, my throat dry with excitement and fear. “it’s er got a great location,” I added, trying make my one-word answer seem less ignorant.



“It certainly is a great location, plenty of eye candy,” he replied with a wink. This little flirtation triggered all the things, the ingrained homophobia and the sheer arousal waging war inside me. My rapidly hardening cock, and my hunger for his….

“So where you from?” He asked casually, my accent and complete greenness having made it abundantly clear I wasn’t local….



“Scotland – this tiny, ‘not even on the map’ town near inverness,” I replied.

“Bet the gay scene is booming there,” he chuckled sarcastically.

“Oh, I’m not gay,” I said hastily. My eyes betraying me, sliding across that bulge. My own cock straining against my jeans.



“Well that’s a tragedy,” he said, with another flirty wink. “So you a student then?”



“yeah,” I answered, “Engineering, just starting my first year. How about yourself?”



“I run a bar around the corner, So I come in here for a little quiet time, where nobody can badger me over every little issue.” He answered, “You know if you’re a broke student, we’re taking on bar staff for the new term, interviews are tomorrow – I can add you to the list if you’d like.”



“Yes please,” I said, eagerly. Getting a job was on my list of things to do, so potentially this could be Ideal. My naivety stopping me from even considering the weirdness of the boss trying to get in my pants, or my half-buried desire for him to get in my pants”

He said his name was Gary he was 44 over more than twice my age which just made me more excited. He told me more about the job and gave me his number. I stood there putting it into my Nokia brick, while doing my best to keep my eyes off of that beautiful bulge, alongside trying to keep my raging hardon concealed.….. I suspect he had noticed it. I excused myself and went to the toilet.

As I was stood at the urinal, hoping my cock would deflate enough so that I could pee, the door opened, it was Gary. I quickly shook myself off – pretending I had finished so I could escape without him seeing my raging boner, which had just gotten harder as he came in. “hey cutie” he said in a flirty manner.

“Hi. Fancy seeing you here,” I replied in an over the top comedy voice. Trying, and failing, to flirt back.

He humoured me with a little laugh and kept walking towards the urinal, as I went to wash my hands. He appeared behind me in the mirror. “So, have you ever been with a man?”

“I er… what? No!” I replied, caught completely off guard. The small town mentality fighting it’s way to the surface. My cheeks flushing.

‘”oooh, a virgin?” he asked maintaining the flirty tone. “I think you would like to,” he said moving in behind me and putting his hands around my waste.

I froze in sheer panic, I could feel his heat behind me, those strong hands gently holding my midriff. I could feel his warm breath on my neck as he moved in to kiss it. His lips felt so wrong… so amazing. I was really struggling with the war between my small town upbring and my desires….

“This dirty homo needed to get his hands off me. He needed to put me on my knees and use my mouth like a filthy slut. The situation was wrong and unnatural, I wanted to feel his cock. I’m not batty boy, please bend me over and sink yourself deep in my virgin rosebud,” my internal monologue continued arguing with itself.

His hardening bulge pushed against me and the internal battle ended instantly. All the taboo and prohibition in my mind was blown away by that glorious member. I tried grinding my ass against him, letting him know that I wanted him. The nerves and excitement made it a fairly clumsy manoeuvre, but he understood. He twisted my hips so I turned to face him and kissed me passionately, his tongue pushing into my mouth and caressing mine.

Fireworks exploded all around me, at this point I’d have done anything he wanted. His hands roamed my body, across my chest, down my side and onto my ass. He pulled me into a cubicle, the kissing and groping continued. I wanted, no I needed his cock, needed to feel it filling my mouth and battering my throat. Desperate to feel cum filling my mouth or covering my face. And I wanted to feel him penetrating my little asshole, stretching me for his pleasure, have him filling my hole. I wanted to feel his rock hard manhood deep inside pumping me full of jizz, I wanted everything. But most of all I wanted to be his little whore. He Kissed my neck, his stubble grazing me. As he continued grinding his cock against me, I thought I might just explode. The precum leaking all over my underwear.



“Oh my god I want you to fuck me,” I said, completely lost in the moment – no thought about the practicality of my request. No consideration of my virgin ass and no lube, if I could even take his chunky cock if there was lube, If the stranger I’d know for all of half an hour would be gentle or just smash it in, and keep going if I was in agony, If someone walked into the bathroom and caught us…

“Not here,” he said – “not for your first time” he started undoing my trousers, but I dropped to my knees. I wanted to feel his smooth cock in my mouth and taste his precum I rubbed my hand over his bulge, barely able to catch my breath, and start trying to remove his trousers. The tight leather, my inexperience and sheer excitement made this impossible. ‘let me’ he whispered as I looked up at his blue whirlpool eyes, on my knees like his little sex toy. He stretched his torso up to undo the clasp, “there you go,” he said removing his hands. I pulled them down slowly, revealing my first ever cock…. It was beautiful. His uncut head pushing through his foreskin, a lovely thick 7 inches, with a large vein down the side and a little upward curve along the shaft. I wrapped my fingers around it – it felt amazing - thick and rock hard, I started to pump it gently,. It felt alien to have another man’s cock in my hand, and in a different place than my own…. It felt amazing.

At this point reality poked it’s ugly little head in…. “Am I about to suck off a guy? Am I about to suck off a guy twice my age? Am I about to suck off a guy twice my age in a public toilet?” I caught a whiff of his musk, mixed with after shave, it made my cock twitch I my pants, and a bead of precum appeared on the tip of his cock. I tentatively put my tongue to his tip and tasted his juice…. “yes, yes I am, I’m a cock loving little whore and I love it,” I thought and took him eagerly into my throat.

A little too eagerly - given my lack of experience this wasn’t the smartest move. I instantly hit my gag reflex and started gagging and choking on his magnificent meat. “Take it easy.” he chuckled, looking down at me with this intoxicating blue eyes. I returned to stroking his cock, as I explored his balls with my lips, kissing and nibbling my way along his shaft. I took him in my mouth again – this time slowly, savouring the feeling of his swollen head on my tongue, the salty taste and smooth texture of his precum. He groaned with pleasure which turned me on even more. I started to develop a rhythm, his groans becoming more regular making my head bob more enthusiastically. Once again, he touched my gag reflex – I gagged and choked but kept pumping his manhood with my mouth.

His groans were becoming more intense, and he was pushing his cock in time with my head, as it started twitching in my mouth. I was so turned on that hadn’t really considered what comes next. “AAAhhhhh,” he moaned pushing his cock further and catching my gag reflex again. I suddenly felt liquid in my mouth – and panicked. I was so surprised that I couldn’t swallow at first. Choking, the cum filling my mouth and his member still thrusting into my mouth. His jizz spilled out, down my chin and onto my shirt. I regained control of myself and started swallowing his warm load down my neck. I could feel him starting to soften as he withdrew from my mouth. I teased out the last drop of cum, took it on my finger and rubbed it around my lips – I looked up into those eyes, cum all over my chin and said ‘thank you’.

‘No, thank you’ he responded. ‘I’d like to return the favour’ he added.

I was there looking up at him on my knees in a public bathroom, face and shirt covered with cum, like a filthy slut. A dirty little bum-boy fucktoy, to be used and dismissed… and I loved it. “It’s okay” I replied, “I loved that, kinda’ liked being your bitch too” I blurted out. He looked at me with a grin his face and started pulling up his trousers. “Oh geez, I’m late for my lecture,” I said hurrying over to the sink and cleaning my face, doing what I could for my shirt too.

“Sorry, gotta run” I said, taking the time to kiss him one last time.

“Interview’s 10am tomorrow” he added

“Surely that got me the job” I joked, bashfully.

“See you there handsome” he added as I headed out the door.

“That was amazing, thank you for my first cock, and mouthful, see you” I blushed.

I went to the bar and grabbed my jacket, “see you again,” the barman said, with a knowing smile and a wink. I blushed, completely mortified - I’d just blown a guy in his pub, and he clearly knew….

I headed out past the rainbow flags in the window (still blissfully unaware what they meant) and headed to the university. I skuttled into my lecture, trying not to disrupt with my lateness, although a part of me wanted to shout , “sorry I’m late, I was distracted by the gorgeous cack pounding my throat!”.

I sat down with some people I’d ben speaking to previously. Sitting there with all the “good people”, listening intently to the lecturer, the wet patch still on my shirt, underwear still covered I precum. The taste of him lingering in my mouth and the pain from my lips where they were rubbing against my teeth, keeping them off his cock. Sat there with all the normal people doing their normal life activities. Completely unaware that this filthy little bent whore had just satisfied a guy twice his age…. And was desperate for more….

 

[Fantasywriter]

Part 2 - the interview

The next day I woke quite tired, the night having been spent in a state of high arousal, reliving the whole encounter, so confused, and so far from coming to terms with what I actually am. I was starting to understand what it was that I loved about the situation. I loved feeling him in my mouth, clearly, but what was really making me rock hard all night was the flirting, in specific his desire for me and knowing I was making him feel pleasure, giving myself over to him, that feeling of him climaxing in my mouth, and Knowing I’d given him the orgasm. Me, never been with a guy before, pleasing a guy who’d probably buried his cock in the mouths of far more experienced guys than me. It was hard to get to grips with at the time but in hindsight knowing what I know now it’s obvious, what I love above all else is being used for the pleasure of others, like a cheap little slut to be used and discarded. At tat time however I had no idea of this, I just knew that it was really hot, and that went against everything my small town upbringing had ingrained into me.

I don’t really know what I was expecting to happen at the interview, But I was rock hard the whole time I was getting ready – the fantasist part of me was thinking I’d get there and be straight on me knees…. The part of me that couldn’t accept I wanted cock was fighting with me not to go, but the raging horn inside my easily overpowered that. In the end it turned out to be just an interview.

The bar was on Canal Street, and even naïve 18-year-old me, knew this was the gay village. As I walked along the street, I noted the all the bars, all flying rainbow flags. It finally struck me that this was the code for ‘gay’. In the modern world it probably seems ridiculous, but late 90’s if nobody told you, you didn’t know, especially If you’d been tightly sealed in the closet your whole life. I arrived at the bar and knocked the door, it looked completely dark and empty, but it was the right place. I heard a bolt slide down with a “thunk,” and the door opened.

“Hi,” chirped the good looking, suited, twenty something guy who opened it.

“I’m here for erm… the….” I stuttered back, suddenly unable to speak, or think for that matter!

“Interviews?” he interrupted with a friendly chuckle. I nodded and smiled, grateful for his interjection. The nerves had suddenly appeared the second I knocked the door, and I wasn’t ready for them.

I entered the bar which smelled of stale smoke and beer, the less glamourous side of the pub industry. I was offered a drink, and sat down at a table. 5 more interviewees turned up, each time the door had to be unlocked and relocked behind them, in case random people wandered in

After about 5 minutes of making small talk with the other candidates, Gary and another, older man come in from a door at the back of the pub.

“Good morning, I’m Gary and I’m the manager here, this is Terry – He owns the pub and another 2 locally,” announced Gary, looking immaculate in his suit. “And I’m sure you’ve all met Sam, he’s the assistant manager,” with a nod to the guy who’d opened the door. “There are 2 jobs available which are part time and would particularly suit students. Normal shifts will be 1-2 weekdays and either Friday or Saturday each week. The jobs are term time focussed as we are busier with students. You will be starting today with a team building task,” Gary added. His eyes sweeping all 6 of us but seeming to linger on me, although I could have been trying to convince myself of this.

The task was fairly straightforward – we were split onto 2 teams of 3, given an egg, a couple of sheets of paper, Sellotape, 2 beer mats and scissors. With the Idea being to construct something to protect the egg from a fall. As an engineering student the difficult part was not taking control and ordering the group about, instead I made suggestions with reasoning to convince the others. One of our 3 was Ian he was slightly older, very irritable and extremely hard to work with. The other, James, was really pleasant – a young student like me but openly gay, which I tried hard not to resent. My background still had its claws in me I was still very much in the closet, even lying to myself about it, and I was jealous of how comfortable he was being himself.

After the first task, Sam came over and took 3 of the guys to speak with Gary and Terry, the irritable one, and 2 from the other team. They had a short chat, collected their belongings and left, the first ‘cut’, I assumed.

Gary came back to us and said they were going to do personal interviews now and sat us in one corner while they chatted to us individually. The other 2 had their chat and now it was my turn, there was a standard bunch of questions, and I tried to look at all three of them, not just giving my attention to Gary. I could feel Terry’s eyes the whole time, he was full of lust for me, I was surprised that this 50+ guy with a bit of a belly leering at me was making me horny… but he was. In hindsight the fact that he just wanted to use me was what was getting me hot under the collar… and his position of authority. Anyway after a fairly laid back chat Sam asked, “When would you be free to start?”

“Anytime really.” I replied, thinking how my evenings were mostly free apart from the non-stop socials from uni. I had also noted that they had no need to confer – so the decision had been made before the interview, most probably on the grounds that I didn’t come across as mental in the intervies.

“Tonight?” Gary asked, adding, “It is freshers’ week: so we’re a bit mad at the moment, and It’d be good to get you on the bar for a shift or 2 before the weekend.” ( freshers week is ‘welcome week’ or ‘orientation week’ in the US, I think,)

“Yeah, I can do tonight, would be good to get stuck in.” I replied, hoping beyond hope he’d find some a way to get me somewhere private now that the other candidates had gone…. No such luck.

“Great! We’ll see you at 6, black trousers and shoes – we’ll give you a top.” Gary chirpec. “Let me let you out.”

“Okay, that’s great” I replied, trying not to suand to disappointed that ‘interview’ hadn’t been a euphemism.

He walked me to the door, whilst in the entrance he said softly in my ear, “you scrub up well.” His finger quickly pressing exactly on my sphincter through my trousers. I was instantly hard, I turned around and he reached past me to the bolt, his face coming towards mine. Our lips connected and I melted into that kiss, feeling his stubble on my face, tongue entering my mouth. I stumbled backwards out the door, onto the street, looking back at Gary, hungry for his cock.

The rest of the day past slowly as I awaited my first shift, the concept of spending the night in the company of gays was too sexy for words. I had to keep telling myself it would be interesting and character building to see it all, my ingrained homophobia still sinking it’s teeth in….

When I arrived just before 6, the bar was reasonably busy, a fair few people for a Wednesday night. I went to the bar and told the barman why I was there. A black early 20s guy with a shaved head. “Ooooh, fresh meat,” he cooed at me with a wink, wandering through to the back room, before returning and serving a customer.

Gary came through from the back and walked over to me, “hey, great to see you, ready to be dropped in at the deep end?”

“Drop away!” I replied. Following him through to the back.

“I did want to quickly talk about something, while we have a few minutes.” Gary said soberly. I nodded in acknowledgement. “I’m not really into erm… relationships, I like the freedom of being single” he added looking straight at me.

“Oh.. er..okay.” I was taken aback a little as this was the last thing I expected to be discussing. “I’m not either, I don’t even know what or who I am” I responded having caught up with myself. “I do know that I loved what we did yesterday, It was the first time I’d been with a guy and the first time I’d felt cock in my mouthI’d certainly like to explore that further, but a relationship is the furthest thing from my mind. I’m all about the physical.” Trying to joke off the end part. I was astounded that he’d even thought about that, but I guess that’s been an issue in the past.

“We’ll I’m more than happy to help you out there” he responded with a cheeky wink.

“Good,” I blushed. Then in a rush of dazed lust, “’cos you seem like a good guy, and I’d really like you to take my virginity,” (here and now I wished!). he came fast at me and kissed me hard, pushing me against the wall. The feeling of surrendering myself over to him was amazing. His hand pulled my face onto him and I could feel his hardness against me, I wanted it so bad.

He broke off the kiss and said, “I’d love to do that, can’t wait”

“Me either,” I breathed, still breathing heavily from kiss and the thought of his hard length entering into me, filling me.

“We better get you dressed for work,” he said, all business like, pulling out a box of tee-shirts. All the tees sported the name of the bar on the front and the letter I with a picture of a heart and a picture of a rooster on the back. My closeted denial really struggled with this, what If I was seen? Would they believe that this was just the uniform?... panic started to set in!

Gary passed me a top he thought was the right size. He watched as I took off my top and tried it on. His lusty looks causing my cock to strain against my trousers. Which he made no secret of looking at. “Fuck me I want him” I thought, then “Actualy, I want him to fuck me”. Grinning to myself at the silly play on words. The top was very tight, it was the nineties – All I knew was baggy, and this was beyond snug.

“Perfect,” Gary said ogling me and making me all the hotter. I was so uncomfortable – top saying I love cock, so tight I was like a gay icon, but so turned at his admiration. He led me back out to the bar – sheer panic setting in as I shimmied out into public, arms crossed over the super tight shirt.

The expected “music stopping and everyone turning to laugh,” never happened. And by the time I got behind the bar I was starting to relax.

“This is Kamal, the bar supervisor, He’ll show you the ropes,” he said, introducing me to the black bartender from before.

There were 6 of us on the bar, Kamal; black and good looking with a deep rich voice. Drew, a kind of chubby, nervous not particularly attractive guy. Ramsey a middle eastern guy well built, extremely confident and loud, sporting a goatee. And Camy, who was kind of trans… but not! He had feminine hair, make up and nails etc but wasn’t actively presenting as female. Either way he was bloody sexy and flirted with everything that moved!

The night flowed well with Kamal teaching me all the facets of the bar. However, he had a tendency to be right against me while showing me things. It took longer than it should to learn how to use the till, his hot breath on my neck and his body pressing against me caused my focus to evaporate. At one point 2 guys started kissing hot and heavy at the bar, it was a battle to peel my eyes away. It was deliciously sexy and knowing that they were going to go somewhere and fuck soon, was blowing my mind… I wanted it so much.

Once we’d closed the bar we all sat down for a drink, and chatted – I was very quiet, my mind was blown from the sexually charged night and my burning desire for so many guys. The rest of the team were gonna go to their club which they went to after work a lot, I declined the invitationmy brain having turned to sludge. Gary walked us to the door and as I was about to leave, he stopped me.

“How did you find your first night?” he asked.

“A lot to learn, but I loved it, I feel really at home here,” I said earnestly.

“Good” Gary replied warmly, “I saw Kamal getting up close with you, I think you’re in there, he’s very top. And I saw some lusty looks towards Camy, I think he’s more on the bottom side of versatile. Too fem for me, not my thing at all.”

“Top? Bottom?” I asked, confused.

“Wow, really? You really don’t know?”

“I’ve only just worked out the rainbow flags,” I blushed.

“Well, top means you like to fuck other guys, bottom means you like to be fucked by other guys. Versatile is somewhere in between” he said patiently. “I’m top, what are you?” He added looking into my eyes with those swirling blue whirlpools.

“No idea,” barely managing a whispered reply as his face came closer, “but I’d really like you inside me,” as his lips met mine. He pushed me back gently, which closed the door, and he slid the bolt upwards. The kiss lingered on, his tongue entering my mouth, the prickles of his stubble against my face. He turned the bar lights off.

“if you’re sure, we can go up to my flat.” His eyes penetrating my skull….

“I am. I want to feel you inside me. I guess over the bar is a bit ambitious for a first time” I chuckled trying to calm myself. The delicious mix of fear, excitement and sexual tension was overwhelming.

“Naughty boy, I like it, but I think a bed for your first time. I’ll certainly have you over the bar later though. I was trembling in anticipation as he led me up the stairs. My underwear had been soaked with precum all night and was now getting far worse. “Well, if you don’t know about tops and bottoms I doubt you know about douching,” he said warmly.

As we got into his flat, he went into the bedroom and into a drawer, pulling out a rubber bulb. He explained how to use it and sent me to the bathroom. Once I was satisfied That I was done I asked if I could use the shower ‘to finish the job’. He started the shower for me and turned around to me stroking my face and pressing his lips to mine, I felt his hands on my belt undoing it, then my trousers, which fell to the floor with a “clunk” from the belt buckle. The kissing continued as he removed my top. He moved downwards, kissing my chest, licking my nipples and pulled my underwear away from my raging hardon. He gently stepped me backwards into the shower, then undressed himself and came in. We soaped and washed each other, rubbing each other’s slippery skin, feeling his chest hair run through my fingers. Loving the way his smooth soapy cock felt as I rubbed it backwards and forwards. He slowly got to his knees kissing and nibbling my cock, before devouring my 6inches all the way. I leaned back against the shower enjoying the moment as he slowly worked my cock with his mouth, his hand sliding under my balls. His finger came up towards my hole gently teasing the entrance and just the tip entering. I ground into that lovely finger, but it gripped the skin too tightly and hurt. He took it out stood up and said “come.”



We went to the bedroom, he placed 2 pillows in the middle of the bed. “Lie on your stomach over these, it will help”. I did as I was instructed – barely able to breath in anticipation of what was to come. First I felt his hands on my cheeks pushing them apart. Followed by his face in between them. I felt his prickly stubble between my ass cheeks, nearly fainting as his wonderful tongue moved slowly up and down my entrance, all I could do was groan in ecstasy. It entered me a little and my brain melted. I could feel my rock hard cock making the bed beneath me wetter as the precum seemed to flow from me. Then he moved away much to my disappointment. I felt coldness as he applied the lube to my ass, I tried relaxing and “pushing out” which had helped me when I tried fingering myself in the past. His finger circled my hole teasing the opening, I was so desperate to be penetrated I kept letting out little whimpers.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly.

“It’s too good, I want you so badly,” I blurted between whimpers.

The finger slowly penetrated my body, a “sighing moan” escaped my mouth, and he started gently finger fucking me. the pleasure was unimaginable, all the fantasising and imagining couldn’t have even come close. A second finger entered my rosebud, there was more discomfort now, and the stretching feeling was blissfully sore. As the soreness subsided I was left with a content fullness, he started finger fucking me again. My stomach felt soaked with fresh precum, I felt like crying tears of sheer ecstasy, and the fingers continued thrusting into my body.

As the fingers left me I felt empty, like something was missing from me. He kissed his way up my back to me neck and then paused, I felt more lube and heard him coating that beautiful cock. This was it, I’m about to be fucked I was so excited I could have burst. His head pressed gently against my hole as he kissed my neck and I turned for a very awkward kiss, I pushed back against him, and felt his bulbous end enter me. I was stretching so much, unable to tell if the discomfort or pleasure was stronger. The pain subsided and I started pushing towards his cock, he responded and started pushing deeper. I’m not really sure what noises I was making at this point the pleasure was so strong. Then reality smacked me round the face.. “oh, shit Condom!’ I exclaimed

“There are some in the bar,” he sighed starting to withdraw.

I reached around and pulled him back into me, “Please don’t stop” I panted. “Please fuck me. Fuck me I need your cock so badly.” I begged.

“Ohhhh,” He said, “you are a naughty boy. You want my whole length, like proper little slut?” pushing harder and deeper. “You want me to breed your little fuckhole?”

“yes, yes I want your cum inside me.” calling me a slut really hit me, it’s exactly what I was, more importantly exactly what I wanted to be. ! I want you to fill me like the whore I am,” I continued to beg. Is cock so dep in me that I felt his body touching me. He pushed push hard against me going so deep. “Fuck me, fuck me please. I need it” At this point all reason was gone. There was only having that magnificent member pounding my ass. He withdrew almost all the way and pushed back in, the perfect balance of forceful and gentleness for my virgin (no longer) asshole. He applied more lube and started to speed up, I had my hands behind me pulling him into me, then he took my hands and pinned them behind my back, thrusting his manhood into me. I was now completely under his control and at his mercy, delightfully helpless being pounded like a filthy little slut… Heaven

“Fuck me on my back, I want to see the face of the first person to come inside of me.” I pleaded.

He quickly pulled out of me and flipped me over kissing me passionately as he pushed straight back int me and resumed fucking me, his strokes more forceful now, I could see the ceiling moving as he pounded into me “yes that’s so good fuck me hard,” I gasped and he pounded into me even harder, it was sore every time he smashed against me, but magnificently sore. His thrusts became fast and he buried his head into my neck, still driving into me, until his thrusts became more definite, slowing down, pumping full of his seed. I could imagine all of that hot cum filing every part of my ass, it was wonderful. He finished and slumped on me panting, still inside me. As he raised his head I whispered “thank you,” and kissed him deeply, his soft cock sliding out of me, and his juice sliding around inside me.

He fell asleep almost instantly, I lay awake for a while, kind of spaced out in euphoric bliss, reliving everything whilst feeling his semen slowly seeping out. Eventually I went to the bathroom and cleaned up before laying back down and drifting off. So content, still feeling his cum and my aching hole from the phenomenal fucking I’d just received.

 

[Fantasywriter]

I woke up, on my side feeling myself being stretched again. Gary had awoken and was trying to push his morning wood into me. It was confusing at first, not sure where I was, not sure if I should be offended at being fucked in my sleep. As I properly came to, I realised that this was an amazing way to wake up, and this violation was hot! So I pushed back against his cock, feeling him enter me once more. “Give it to me” I whispered over my shoulder, my ass still well lubed from his cum. He obliged, his magnificent manhood entering me more easily this time. My ass was still aching from last night, but feeling him filling me again, giving myself over to his desire again was amazing.

I started pushing in time with his thrusts, he started groaning with pleasure which turned me on so much. This new angle, on our sides spooning started feeling really strange, strange but good, I now know he was hitting my prostate….. He kept driving his rock hard cock into me, now in full flow. He grabbed my hips as he pounded me harder, I could feel my own orgasm building with every thrust. I couldn’t help but moan as he continued fucking me, loving every second. I felt my orgasm rise up from deep inside me, it seemed to rise up from my ass and fill my whole body with electricity, causing me to spill my load all over the sheets. It also made me clench around his cock triggering his orgasm. He ground into me filling me once more with his seed, heaven! We lay for a few minutes catching our breath, before I turned and kissed him gently.

“That was lovely,” I whispered softly. “What you said last night, when you called me a slut…”

“Oh god, I’m sorry.” He blurted out interrupting me. “I must have gotten too carried away, really didn’t mean….” He tailed off as I smiled, shaking my head gently.

“I liked it… I think maybe I am a slut, the idea of being used like a filthy whore really turns me on.” I said quietly. Feeling nervous, like I was revealing something sacred. “Anytime you want to use me, I’ll happily oblige. Also, you took my cherry… so I think you owe me a lot of cum.” Smiling as I said the last, joking but hoping all the same.

“I’m a man who pays his debts,” he said, moving in to kiss me. I breathed deeply as his tongue drifted into my mouth, my cock starting to harden once more.

I finally looked at the clock and saw it was 8:45, first lecture was at 9… I jumped out of bed and threw my clothes on very quickly, washed and ran to lectures… as arrived I realised I was still wearing the stupid, tight ‘I love cock’ tee. Emboldened by the events of last night and this morning, not to mention feeling Gary’s seed still inside me, and my well stretched ass. I took a hold of myself and went in, I certainly wasn’t unnoticed here. There were a fair few whispered comments and plenty of looks. Including a couple of smiles from a couple of guys.

After the third lecture I was set to go home, but as I was leaving the lecturer stopped me. “Your shirt, that’s a great bar, I go there often. You working there? “ He asked.

“Yeah, I just started,” I replied. And once again my up bringing and the general homophobic brainwashing is screaming at me - tell him it’s just job, I’m not gay or anything. I suppressed it, knowing I needed to allow myself to be who I was. Even if who I was a filthy little homo slut… “Seems like a lovely place, though probably lovelier when your drinking than when you’re working,” I said awkwardly.

He laughed and nodded, “so I see they’re still employing cute barmen,” he added, holding eye contact for just a fraction too long.

“I guess,” I blushed. Geez is he flirting?? I can feel my cock hardening. What the hell: this guy is like 60! Yet his desire is really getting me worked up. My ass is still feeling well used but I’m thinking about getting on my knees right here and draining his old balls…

“So… how accurate is that shirt?” He asked, the subtle flirting losing it’s subtlty.

“I erm…” I stuttered, not ready at all for that question. “Well… that’s for me to know and you to find out,” I managed, trying to regain some level of composure.

“Challenge accepted,” replying with a wink. “How about we grab a drink?”

“Yeah, that’d be great… Although I’m working every night till Monday.” I replied… no idea what I was doing.

“Well let’s swap numbers, and we can sort something out,” he suggested confidently.

I agreed and we swapped numbers, and I finally left the lecture theatre… Completely dumbfounded at what had just happened, mostly at why I was so eager for this dirty old man.

I arrived at wor, the bar was fairly quiet, Gary was there being his sexy self, although he had to spend a fair bit of time in the back rooms, he and Terrence, The owner, were going through the accounts. Kamal continued making body contact whenever he had the chance, and I was relishing it. As I got braver, I made a point of “accidentally” brushing his crotch with my ass in the tighter passages and bending all the way down to the bottom shelf when he was behind me. In my head saying, it’s right there, just take it. I continued struggling to take my eyes off Cammy, pert ass and bee stung lips, driving me crazy. Cammy was extremely feminine, with long hair, make up and nails, however didn’t really present as a woman, just a girly guy, and my gosh he looked amazing.

“Are you checking me out again?” He asked flirtatiously after catching me looking for the umpteenth time.

“I.. er.. I was just admiring your lipstick, it really works well for you.” I stuttered. More than aware of how pathetic it was.

“And what were you imagining my lips doing?” He smirked with a twinkle in his eye.

I turned scarlet, he smiled more, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “I.. erm wasn’t… I.. didn’t mean….” I tailed off. Then, finding some composure, “Fine, as you probably hear 50 times a day, you’re bloody gorgeous and it’s hard not to look!”

“Oh, so just eye candy then… or….” He said looking towards the bulge in my trousers, and moving in to whisper in my ear, his hot breath down the side of my neck, “Maybe you’d like to hear me calling your name, as you breed my ass…. Or maybe you want to hear me begging…. Please daddy, give me that big cock, I’ve been a good girl….or maybe you want me to make you up, into pretty little slut, then bind and gag you so I can use you like the filthy whore you are…” He stepped back with a sweet innocent smile on those juicy pink lips.

For a second I had nothing, except the rock hard cock trying to rip my trousers. “Er yes.” I gasped, trying to remember to breath.

“yes to which?” he inquired, clearly amused, possibly interested..

“All of it,” I breathed. Completely blown off me feet by his filthiness. Looking so sweet and innocent, but that filth coming from him…. I loved it.

Just then Gary came through and asked me to pop through to the back for a chat. This didn’t sound good, was I in trouble? A problem thishis early on they’d just fire me, surely…. I made my way through to the back office and Terrence was sat waiting for me. Terrence was an older guy mid to late fifties, with a bit of a beer belly, and a friendly face.

“Grab a seat, nothing to worry about” He chirped.

“Hi, Terrence” I said nervously.

“Hi yourself, call, me Terry. Just wanted to check in with you – see how you’re settling in…” He said. I breathed a sigh of relief and told him I was really enjoying it there. We chatted on quite pleasantly for a few minutes and I was feeling quite at ease.

“So would you like to earn a bit more cash?” He asked.

“Well yeah of course,” I answered. Clueless as to where this was clearly going, in my youthful naivety. “Although I couldn’t do too many shifts in case it interferes with my lectures.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that… you can do this job whilst you’re on shift,” He smirked.

“Cool, that sounds awesome!” I replied, started to wonder what needed to be done that he’d pay extra for. As he stood up and started undoing his belt I finally realised what he wanted.

He wants to pay to fuck you like some kind of whore, my internal monologue told me disdainfully.

He wants to pay to fuck you like some kind of whore, the words in my head repeated, now lusty and sexual. A filthy little cockloving whore, I thought, already getting down on my knees.

I took his old cock out, it was still fairly soft, but so thick… I was doubtful that I could take it. I started rubbing his member getting into a nice rhythm, when I felt his hands on my head pulling me in. I’d never really considered it but being paid for sex was a real turn on, I loved being a slut, but a whore… amazing! I opened my mouth letting my tongue enjoy his swollen head as he entered my mouth. Terry, however, had other Ideas. He rammed it home burying my face in his belly, I gagged, coughed and spluttered on his cock, but he just started pumping my mouth regardless… water streamed from my eyes as I tried to get a breath, eventually using my hands to push him back.

“Not used to sucking cock are you?” he chuckled.

“It’s my second time,” I replied still catching my breath and trying to wipe the spit off of my face.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll be more gentle. Wow second ever eh?” he mused, clearly turned on by this fact.”

“Don’t be gentle…” I said looking up into his eyes. “I loved it, just need to catch my breath.” Scarcely able to believe I’d just said that, although I meant it.

He Immediately returned to fucking my mouth, groaning as coughed and choked on it. I was managing to just about breath, and loved every second. He continued pounding at me, belly crashing into my face each time, then he started twitching in my mouth. And that feeling of my mouth filling with liquid, as he ground into the back of my throat. I swallowed it down hungrily, the mix of saliva and semen all over my face.

He pulled out his wallet and gave me some notes, whilst thanking me. I headed out and rushed to the toilets to clean up. As I got to the sink I heard the toilet door open, and saw Cammy enter out of the corner of my eye.

I tried hiding my cum and saliva covered face from him, but he came over to me put his hand on my chin and pulled my face around to him. He looked for a second then moved towards me, pushing those puffy pink lips onto mine. All the fluids rubbing onto his face as he kissed me so erotically. His tongue entering my mouth, making me feel… so many things, sure there was sexual desire… but liked him.

“well aren’t you a good little whore,” He said seductively. Then promptly left me to clean up….

 

[hiter]

Nice

 

[fmbttm]

This story is developing nicely! Can’t wait to read on!

 

[michaelnola]

This story is moving along very well. Great writing and excellent characters.

 

[0jb0]

Damn sooo hot