My First Gay Cock.

A reliable story, at least as I remember it, although epithet and places have been changed to protect the um innocent.

I was 21 years old and although you've heard it before I really could have passed for much younger standing only 5'4 tall ( if I stretched myself ) and weighing just under 8 I. F. Stone. While I'd never had any gay angle of inclination I was never very good with little girl, that is to say I was fantastic at being Friend with them but that is all they ever saw me as. Looking back the few sexual encounters I'd had with young lady were probably pathos sex on their part. I wasn't unattractive but I was a nice guy and unfortunately girl like bad male child.
As a result I was spending yet another Nox trawling cyberspace chat rooms looking for girls in my sphere. Back then the internet hadn't really caught on in a pocket-size rural county in southern England.
So it was that I was searching hopelessly for something that was somewhat rarer than an reliable politician. It was getting previous and I was tired and very horny. Having not had sex for 2 long time I was always horny. Then suddenly ‘ PING !'I couldn't believe it ! Finally a substance ! I hurredly opened it only to discover it was from another guy. He'd sent me a subject matter because he'd noticed I was from the Sami townsfolk and it was so uncommon that you bumped into someone local anaesthetic he just wanted to say hi.
Being a little unenlightened I guess I took him at his word. We chatted for an hour via private messages while also chatting to the elbow room in oecumenical. He seemed overnice and openly admitted he was older than me. He said he was in his early 50's but looking back now I think he was probably closer to 60. Not that I thought that at the time… when your 22 anyone older than 30 is just classed as old. As the evening wore on we talked about lots of matter, local anaesthetic theme of sake, girls, the internet, porn, football.
We got on well and as I said he seemed nice so when he asked if I fancied meeting up for a drink and a chat I didn't think any more about it. He'd told me that he was divorced so I just figured he was a lonely old man and I wasn't exactly overflowing with company so I said why not. It would beat another Saturday night staring at a computer screen. We arranged to meet outside a pub about 2 miles from my house the following afternoon at 4pm.
Not being able to drive I caught the bus and at 4pm the following day I was stood outside the woodpecker when a new Vauxhall astra sti pulled into a space just over the route. Bryan got out and walked across the street."Jason ?"he asked as he cam up to me.
"Yeah and I guess that makes you Bryan ?"I asked knowing the answer already. This was the first meter we had seen each other, digital tv camera's not being as common then and camera phones having not been invented. He was pretty much as I'd expected. OLD. He was my top maybe a little taller with silver hair and about 2 stone overweight. Although in fair-mindedness he had a gut it wasn't that big, just a slight bulge.
"Listen I don't really see having to clapperclaw over the noise in a pub… do you picture coming back to my situation and we can chat there ? Maybe watch a moving-picture show or something ?"I hesitated for a moment but I figured ( like to the highest degree youngsters ) he's old and unsound, I'm Danton True Young and fit… if he tries anything I could submit him down.
"sure as shooting I guess"I said, he smiled in a friendly way and led me back to his car. The thrust wasn't far, maybe a nautical mile, back towards where I lived. I remember we listened to the football final exam scores coming in on the way and shared a smile when we heard that the local squad had wiped the trading floor with Manchester United. Something that NEVER happened since our local team usually couldn't find their way out of a paper bag.
When we got to his house I looked around, it was a nice bungalow in a quiet cul de sac with views across the estuary to the harbour on the other side. Inside it was as you would expect of a house owned by an erstwhile person. Everything was clear, tidy, with a slim musky smell. It reminded me instantly of when I visited my grandparents'house as a youngster.
"Nice pad"I remarked checking out a hand drawn photographic print on the wall.
"Thanks."He replied"Drink ? I've got tea, coffee, lager or orangeness juice if you prefer"he asked disappearing into the kitchen.
"A lager would be gracious"I called back.
"Sure. take yourself at house I'll just be a second. Stick the TV on if you want !"I heard him telephone back. I followed the hallway along to the living room, sat down on the sofa directly opposite the TV and using the remote turned it onto BBC1 to get the last of the football game results.
A moment later he joined me passing me a can of Fosters."What were the results ?"
"I only caught the hold out two. Villa lost and the Chelsea Everton game ended in a attractor"I replied dejectedly.
"never judgment married person, they'll come expert next week. Wan na watch a film ?"
"yeah ok, what have you got ?"
"Er I've got a duad of Bruce Willis motion picture, Top Gun, a brace of others… or there's porn if you want ?"
"You decide"I said, not having much of a porn solicitation myself I was secretly hoping he would put on some porno and I wasn't disappointed. I was however slightly surprise when I almost instantly realised it was hard core Gay erotica.
"You don't head do you ? I told you that I'm Bi Sexual right field ?"I was desperately trying to remember the conversation from the night before… I didn't remember him telling me but didn't want to appear ungracious.
"er ok"I replied as he came and sat down at the other end of the sofa. We sat like that for a few minutes watching the screen before I noticed him rubbing his cock through his trousers. I have to admit that I was getting hard as well.
He glanced across at me"you don't mind do you ?"he asked in an easy tone."you feel free to she-bop if you want as well"
"er ok"I responded, as I started gently rubbing my cock as well. We sat like that for a few minutes before he reached across and started rubbing my cock. I was scared. I knew I was in deeper than I could handle but I didn't want to untune him andit did sense trade good. When I didn't resist he took that as an invitation and slipped his hand inside my jeans to she-bop my pecker directly. Using his early hand he moved my hand onto his pecker so that I was now rubbing him through his trousers.
This continued for a few moments as we both started to breath impenetrable. Finally he turned to me and said"choose your clothes of boi I want you to strip for me. I know you are hornlike and a little faggot so just stand up and get those clothes off"
I didn't know what to do, I was scared, out of my depth and horny as hell. He was so commanding I was afraid if I said no he would get violent. So silently I stood up and slowly took off my shirt and jeans. Standing in front of him in just my boxers."Good Shepherd Christ you call that a airstrip you pathetic worm ? postulate them all off NOW !"He all but shouted the terminal Christian Bible. I looked down in ignominy, abasement and embarrassment as I hooked my thumbs into my boxers and slowly pulled them down public treasury they slipped down my legs and pooled at my pes.
"Go put your textile in that chest over there."He said pointing across the room to where a diminished wooden chest sat against the wall. I went over and put my clothes in the bureau, painfully aware that as I bent over to put them in the breast he had a perfect view of my pucker anus. I felt so ashamed and embarrassed as I stood back up.
"Now get your arse back over here you pathetic maggot. NO ! On your human knee, I want to see you crawl nance"I closed my middle against the ignominy as I dropped to my stifle and slowly crawled towards him.
"you know I'm not gay Bri…."I tried to get out of this humiliating office.
"Don't give me that… you want this squawk or you wouldn't have met me. You wouldn't have got in my car if you didn't want me to fuck you bitch. This is all your fault and don't pretend otherwise ! Look at your pathetic dick. You got backbreaking watching gay porno and even hard you are midget. YOU ARE PATHETIC….what are you ?"
I was so humiliated and ashamed. I didn't want this, I'm not gay, I just wanted a friend. I remember that was when the first-class honours degree rent leaked out. I was mortified, scared, alone, on my knee joint and naked in front of a man old enough to be my granddaddy.
"I asked you a interrogation wimp. stoppage fucking weeping and answer me… what are you ?"
"I'm pathetic Bri…"
"You call me Sir or Master… Anything else and I'll squawk you in the Ball so hard you wont be able to walk for a calendar month you got that pansy ?"
"y..yy…yess Sir"I stuttered. All the while looking at the base so he couldn't see my pity.
"well. That's'better. Now take out my tool, like the worthless faggot slut you are"I Swallowed even thou my mouth was as dry as a bone. Before reaching up and undoing the clasp on this pant and undoing the slide fastener on his fly. He lifted his tush off the lounge so that I could pull off his trouser and briefs. He spread his legs and for the kickoff clip up close I saw another man's cock.
Looking back now it was at best only average size. But compared to my prick it was huge, at least twice as thick and even half unvoiced it was longer by about half again. It laid along his thigh like a deflated balloon. His wrinkly ball sack hanging low between his legs. I admit I was mesmerized and for a bit I almost forgot my shame.
"Stop fucking looking at it you perverted faggot. Lick may balls"Knowing I had no choice I shuffled forward on my knees, let in and with the tip of my natural language I tasted my first ball sack. Slowly licking it up and down as a nipper would an ice lolly. Suddenly he reached forward and grabbed the back of my head.
"out-of-doors your mouth bitch"he almost shouted before pulling my header forward. His huge nut pouch slipped into my oral fissure and my nose was buried in his thick musky pubic fuzz. His semi but rapidly hardening cock pressed up against my eye."Now fellate slut !"I started sucking on his balls taking them deep into my rima oris. Using my glossa to whirl them around."That's it bitch, you like that don't you, you pathetic musket ball licking slut."I was horrified to understand that while ashamed and embarrassed my cock was once again getting strong and leaking pre cum. I couldn't believe I was getting turned on by this disgusting, taboo act. I was actually getting horny as this old man debased and degraded me.
"Oh yeah that's it slut."I don't know what I was more ashamed about, that fact that I was on my articulatio genus with the balls of a guy almost 3 sentence my age in my sass. Or that fact that I was actually getting turned on performing this act on him.
Without warning he suddenly pulled my head backward, changed it's angle slightly and pulled it back forwards straight onto his hard pecker."now you are really going to instruct how to be a cock sucking faggot slut"he pulled my head forward until the head of his hard cock hit the back of my throat. My eyes bulged and I fought desperately against the urge to gag. He released me enough for me to rend my pass back about halfway before again pulling me forward, this time a tiny bit further.
Before foresightful we had a round going on and I was if not willingly than at least not fighting him as my chief bobbed up and down on his dick. All the patch he was telling me what a useless tool sucking faggot slut I was. All the spell I was getting hard and leaking more and more pre cum ashamed, disgraced and turned on by my debasement.
Maybe it was this first experience but later in animation when I finally accepted what pathetic, perverted, vile cum dump I am I always looked for new ways to be humiliated, degraded and debased. I now love being humiliated and verbally abused and the pity that goes with it.
"That's it bitch, you like having your pharynx fucked don't you ? You like a actual man's shaft skull fucking you ? Raping your mouth ? Yeah slut you fucking love the taste of cock. You stupid fucking cum guzzling slattern. I bet you want me to cum in your throat don't you ? I bet you are looking forward to swallowing my spunk, having my sperm in your belly don't you ?"He shouted as he continued to rape my mouth and throat."Oh yeah that's it you fucking grouse"
He suddenly pulled me voiceless onto his shaft and again my eyes bulged as his entire length forced it's way down his throat and again I found my intrude buried in his musky pubic hair as he ground his pubic off-white against my face.
bust were streaming down my aspect as I struggled to breath or choke around the hard cock that was sealing my windpipe as he held it house in my gullet. Once, twice I felt his cock spasm in my throat before he pulled out. Just as his turncock came out of my oral cavity the first jet of man juice pumped from his penis and back into my back talk. For what seemed like forever but was probably only a minute or so jet are jet of jizz hit me in the face and pilus as he emptied his balls.
Totally debased I was horrified when I realised that my cock wasn't just leaking pre cum now I too was emptying my nutsack on the laminate storey. My face and hair were covered in his sperm, the picayune that had entered my lip dribbled out as I struggled to retrieve my breath. Too ball over, and appalled was I by my sexual assault that I didn't even have the push to close my mouth.
I felt sordid, used, humiliated, embarrassed and ashamed as I knelt there. I could feel his wretched spunk sliding down my aspect, dripping off of my chin and landing on my chest, legs and stomach.
Finally he stood up."Well faggot, that was ok I suppose."He said as he stood up moved past me. Somehow that made it even worse. This slimy old man had used my back talk for his pleasure, debased and degraded me, humiliated me, forced me to suck his balls and tool and by the auditory sensation of it he barely enjoyed it. Again the tears started to flow."What are you crying for cum dump ? Were you hoping I'd let you drink my spunk ?"
"N…n….n.no Sir"I finally sobbed as I felt him stand directly behind me.
"Ha… Not likely, your not that secure of a cum slut yet. And don't try telling me you didn't like having my cock in your throat beef I bet you loved it……oh ! I can see that you did"For the first prison term he noticed that I'd spewed my cum on his floor."You must have fucking liked it you poor piddling cocksucking faggot."
"Pity for you."
"Wha…w….what do you signify sir ?"Suddenly I was getting scared again. I didn't like the way his voice had suddenly gone insensate again.
"You fucking made a passel on my shtup base you BITCH !"he shouted."And did I fucking say you could do it cum ?"I was too scared to move from my kneeling position or to calculate at him so I just looked down at the pool of my sperm on the floor.
"WELL ? !"
"N..no overlord !"I stammered.
"fuck faggot squawk !"He said as suddenly and without warning he kicked me strong in the clump from behind. The pain in the neck was incredible and I collapsed sideway clutching and my balls. I was indisputable I was going to throw up and pass out from the hurting. He just calmly stood over me and watched me crying and holding my offend and tenderised junkie.
"wellspring your fucking clearing that up bitch. Go on cum slut salt lick it up. I wan na see you salute your own hump sperm you lousy faggot cum guzzling bitch."He continued to stand over me."I mean NOW BITCH !"
I let go of my aching orchis and lent forward from where I was laying on my side. Appalled by what I was about to do I stupefy out my tongue and slowly licked up my jizz all the while fighting back the urge to be disgusted.
"Swallow it slut !"I took a deep breath and forced myself to swallow. I had to swallow twice as the first time it came back up. This was the number one time I had swallowed anyone's heart. Let lone my own. I hated the salty taste and the slimy texture made me feel sick.
"Well let's get you cleaned up whore"he said as he grabbed my upper arm and half lifted half dragged me through the bungalow to the shower bath. In my naivete I though to myself"Thank god, at least I can get his sperm off me"I was still repulsed by the feeling of it on my skin. Little did I pull in how he intended to clean me up.
"kneeling down cum slut"he said, unwilling to risk being kicked in my aching balls again I instantly dropped to my knees again looking down at the storey this clip of the small cascade cubicle. I saw his foot as he stood directly over me and suddenly I felt a jet of lovesome liquid hitting the top and dorsum of my head.
I had thought this couldn't get worse but I instantly realised this wasn't water. He was actually pissing on me ! He was washing his heart off of me with his urine ! Again I was taken to new floor of degradation, debasement, and humiliation.
"flavour up slut"I forced myself as disgusted as I was to close my eyes and look up. I felt his piddle hitting my facial expression and running down over my body rising this old wrinkled disgusting man's sperm off of me."receptive your mouth !"he demanded. I couldn't do this… I just couldn't. Instead of opening my back talk I shook my brain.
"Nnn….n…no !"I spluttered trying to avert the jet of piddle. Instantly I regretted it as again he kicked my balls. Again I fell sideways this time landing on my backbone in a pool of urine gasping. He immediately aimed his watercourse of golden urine directly into my open mouth even as I gasped for air.
I felt some go down my wind pipe, I coughed once, twice, and felt the urine shoot past my cushy roof of the mouth, into the back of my nozzle."surface your lip now whore or I'll fucking kick you again !"I didn't have to told a third sentence. I forced my lip open to accept his stream of piss. He filled my mouth before pinching off the current."Swallow !"I looked at him in repulsion but I could see in his eyes that he meant it. I couldn't believe it. I was forcing myself to withdraw another man's water.
I was disgusted at the affectionateness, the acerb taste perception, the smell, everything but I forced it down my pharynx. I'm sure I could palpate it go all the way down into my stomach. Again the current started and again I was made to catch it in my backtalk before swallowing the amber flow. Four times he made me withdraw like that before pulling me up by my hairsbreadth and again forcing his tool deep into my mouth.
This time he wanted to piss directly into my throat. I felt the disgusting liquid going down and I choked. Again I felt the liquid rushing up my pharynx into the back of my olfactory organ. Finally after what seemed same hour trapped in this nightmare although in reality it couldn't have been More than a few minutes he let me sag sideways to the floor where I wrapped my arms around my knees in the foetal position as he left the room.

When was this nightmare ever going to end ? I wondered what my parents would say if they could see the billet I had gotten myself into. Lying naked, in the fetal perspective, in a pond of another man's urine.
After a few moments my master was back. Even now it amazes me how quickly I went from being a straight youthfulness who called a man William Jennings Bryan to a cock sucking, cum swilling, micturate crapulence, subservient fairy who thought of this man as his master.
"Get up gripe !"again he dragged me to my metrical foot by my upper arm. He was fully dressed and as he dragged me back through the bungalow he thrust my dress into my arms. Without even allowing me the self-regard ( god knows he'd stripped me of enough of that ) to get dressed he pushed me out the house still covered in his pee."fucking off cum dump !"he shouted as he pushed me out the door.
There I was stood on the street, naked, covered in urine, totally in impact. Looking around I saw a man on the early side of the road looking at me, lust obvious on his expression. I instantly started running down the street. I passed two girls I knew from school who pointed and burst into laughter. I was mortified. I ran round out the corner straight into and old couple whose look of disgust I'll never forget branded me with their contempt.
Finally I came to a row of garage where I was able to cover long enough to plume. It was only then that I was humiliated to fall upon that he had kept my boxer short, and even unfit had cut the seat out of my jeans. I had to walk over a mile home, reeking of weewee, pilus sticking to my head with my arse on show to anyone who cared to see.
Ashamed, degraded, debased, defiled and humiliated I walked home knowing that anyone that saw me could imagine that I had been sucking cock, swallowing sperm cell and drinking piss.
When I finally arrived rest home I sat at my desk in a aggregate state of stupor. I was just starting to call back about going to the police force when I heard the netmail notification audio on my computer. I looked scared of what I was going to see… somehow instinctively knowing it would be my master.
Sure enough it was. He had one last surprisal in store for me.
"Hello cum dump, Please see the attached file. You'll notice you looked hot and because of the tv camera angle you can actually see your cum you dirty faggot. I just thought I'd let you know about this in compositor's case you had any whacky approximation about going to the police. You are my tool sucking bitch now whore and if you tell anyone anything I'll put this video on the internet, and send it to everyone you know ! From now on you are at my beck and call and don't you forget it you worthless cum guzzling faggot slut."
And sure enough there it was, the video file from the hidden camera I didn't know anything about. All of it caught it perfect digital anatomy. As it happens I never did discover from him again. At least not directly. He used my torso for his own pleasure and just upchuck me aside.
Looking back now I'm glad he did. Without him I'd never have discovered what a worthless dick sucking, cum guzzling, piss drinking, turncock socket, faggot fornicatress I really am.




The End

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