My First Gay Cock.

A true report, at least as I remember it, although figure and lieu 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 youthful standing only 5'4 tall ( if I stretched myself ) and weighing just under 8 gemstone. While I'd never had any gay inclinations I was never very good with miss, that is to say I was fantastic at being friends with them but that is all they ever saw me as. Looking back the few intimate encounters I'd had with fille were probably pity sex on their theatrical role. I wasn't unattractive but I was a overnice guy and unfortunately girls like bad male child.
As a result I was spending yet another night trawling internet Old World chat suite looking for girlfriend in my sphere. Back then the internet hadn't really caught on in a little rural county in southern England.
So it was that I was searching hopelessly for something that was somewhat rarer than an honest political leader. It was getting lately and I was tired and very horny. Having not had sex for 2 geezerhood I was always horny. Then suddenly ‘ PING !'I couldn't believe it ! Finally a message ! I hurredly opened it only to discover it was from another guy. He'd sent me a message because he'd noticed I was from the Saami town and it was so rare that you bumped into someone local anaesthetic he just wanted to say hi.
organism a little primitive I guess I took him at his word. We chatted for an hour via private subject matter while also chatting to the elbow room in general. He seemed nice and openly admitted he was sure-enough than me. He said he was in his early on 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 things, local matter of interest group, girlfriend, the internet, porn, football game.
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 Sat night staring at a data processor concealment. We arranged to meet outside a pub about 2 naut mi from my home the pursue afternoon at 4pm.
Not being able to tug I caught the bus and at 4pm the following day I was stood outside the pecker when a new Vauxhall astra sti pulled into a infinite just over the road. Bryan got out and walked across the street."Jason ?"he asked as he cam up to me.
"Yeah and I guess that makes you Great Commoner ?"I asked knowing the answer already. This was the first metre we had seen each other, digital camera's not being as vernacular then and camera phones having not been invented. He was pretty a great deal as I'd expected. OLD. He was my summit maybe a little taller with eloquent hair and about 2 Stone overweight. Although in beauteousness he had a gut it wasn't that big, just a slight bulge.
"Listen I don't really envision having to shout over the dissonance in a pub… do you take to coming back to my place and we can chat there ? Maybe watch a picture or something ?"I hesitated for a moment but I figured ( like well-nigh tyke ) he's old and unfit, I'm immature and fit… if he tries anything I could occupy him down.
"sure I guess"I said, he smiled in a friendly way and led me back to his car. The drive wasn't far, maybe a geographical mile, back towards where I lived. I remember we listened to the football final scads coming in on the way and shared a smile when we heard that the local squad had wiped the level with Manchester United. Something that NEVER happened since our topical anaesthetic team usually couldn't find their way out of a paper bag.
When we got to his house I looked around, it was a courteous bungalow in a quiet cul de sac with views across the estuary to the harbour on the other side of meat. Inside it was as you would expect of a house owned by an sometime person. Everything was clean, tidy, with a slight musky look. It reminded me instantly of when I visited my grandparents'house as a child.
"Nice pad"I remarked checking out a hand drawn print on the wall.
"Thanks."He replied"swallow ? I've got tea, coffee, lager or Orange juice if you prefer"he asked disappearing into the kitchen.
"A lager would be nice"I called back.
"Sure. Make yourself at home I'll just be a second. spliff the TV on if you want !"I heard him call 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 finally of the football resultant.
A minute later he joined me passing me a can of Stephen Foster."What were the termination ?"
"I only caught the last two. Villa lost and the Chelsea Everton plot ended in a draw"I replied dejectedly.
"never mind mate, they'll come soundly next calendar week. Wan na watch a film ?"
"yeah ok, what have you got ?"
"Er I've got a brace of Bruce Willis motion-picture show, Top Gun, a brace of others… or there's porn if you want ?"
"You decide"I said, not having much of a porn collection myself I was secretly hoping he would put on some porn and I wasn't disappointed. I was however slightly storm when I almost instantly realised it was hard nub Gay pornography.
"You don't head do you ? I told you that I'm Bi Sexual rightfield ?"I was desperately trying to think back the conversation from the Night before… I didn't remember him telling me but didn't want to appear discourteous.
"er ok"I replied as he came and sat down at the other end of the couch. We sat like that for a few minutes watching the screen before I noticed him rubbing his cock through his pant. I have to include that I was getting hard as well.
He glanced across at me"you don't mind do you ?"he asked in an prosperous tone."you feel unloose to wank if you want as well"
"er ok"I responded, as I started gently rubbing my hammer as well. We sat like that for a few proceedings before he reached across and started rubbing my stopcock. I was scared. I knew I was in deeper than I could handle but I didn't want to turn over him andit did find adept. When I didn't resist he took that as an invitation and slipped his hand inside my jeans to wank my cock directly. Using his former handwriting he moved my deal onto his stopcock so that I was now rubbing him through his trousers.
This continued for a few moments as we both started to breath heavy. Finally he turned to me and said"ingest your clothes of boi I want you to strip for me. I know you are hornlike and a little pouf so just stand up 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 tearing. So silently I stood up and slowly took off my shirt and jean. Standing in front of him in just my boxers."Jesus of Nazareth Christ you call that a flight strip you pitiful worm ? admit them all off NOW !"He all but shouted the last word. I looked down in shame, humiliation and embarrassment as I hooked my thumbs into my boxers and slowly pulled them down till they slipped down my peg and pooled at my metrical unit.
"Go put your fabric in that chest over there."He said pointing across the room to where a humble wooden thorax sat against the wall. I went over and put my dress in the chest, painfully aware that as I bent over to put them in the chest he had a arrant position of my pucker anus. I felt so ashamed and embarrassed as I stood back up.
"Now get your can back over here you wretched maggot. NO ! On your knee joint, I want to see you crawl faggot"I closed my centre against the ignominy as I dropped to my articulatio genus and slowly crawled towards him.
"you know I'm not gay Bri…."I tried to get out of this humiliating site.
"Don't give me that… you want this bitch or you wouldn't have met me. You wouldn't have got in my car if you didn't want me to do it you bitch. This is all your fault and don't pretend otherwise ! Look at your pathetic cock. You got hard watching gay porn and even hard you are tiny. 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 supporter. I remember that was when the first bust leaked out. I was mortified, scared, alone, on my knee joint and naked in front of a man old enough to be my grandfather.
"I asked you a interrogation chicken. Stop fucking call and answer me… what are you ?"
"I'm pathetic Bri…"
"You call me Sir or Master… Anything else and I'll beef you in the balls so hard you wont be able to walk for a month you got that fagot ?"
"y..yy…yess Sir"I stuttered. All the piece looking at the floor so he couldn't see my shame.
"full. That's'better. Now take out my cock, like the worthless faggot hussy you are"I Swallowed even grand my mouth was as dry as a os. Before reaching up and undoing the clasp on this trouser and undoing the zip fastener on his fly. He lifted his arse off the lounge so that I could draw out off his pant and briefs. He spread his legs and for the start clip up close I saw another man's cock.
looking for back now it was at best only average size of it. But compared to my prick it was huge, at least twice as thick and even half hard it was longer by about half again. It laid along his thigh like a deflate balloon. His wrinkly ball poke hanging low between his legs. I admit I was mesmerized and for a moment I almost forgot my shame.
"Stop fucking looking at it you perverted faggot. clout may balls"Knowing I had no pick I shuffled forward on my articulatio genus, let in and with the tip of my tongue I tasted my first ball sacking. Slowly licking it up and down as a child would an ice lolly. Suddenly he reached forward and grabbed the rachis of my head.
"out-of-doors your mouth kick"he almost shouted before pulling my head forward. His huge nut firing slipped into my mouth and my nose was buried in his thick musky pubic hair. His trucking rig but rapidly hardening cock pressed up against my eye."Now suckle slut !"I started sucking on his balls taking them deep into my lip. Using my knife to swirl them around."That's it bitch, you like that don't you, you pathetic ball licking slut."I was horrified to realise that spell ashamed and embarrassed my cock was once again getting severely and leaking pre cum. I couldn't believe I was getting turned on by this disgusting, out 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 knees with the balls of a guy almost 3 times my age in my mouth. Or that fact that I was actually getting turned on performing this act on him.
Without warning he suddenly pulled my psyche backward, changed it's angle slightly and pulled it back forwards straight onto his heavily peter."now you are really going to pick up how to be a cock sucking faggot slut"he pulled my head forward until the foreland of his heavily putz hit the backbone of my throat. My eyes bulged and I fought desperately against the urge to gag. He released me enough for me to pull my head word back about halfway before again pulling me forward, this time a tiny bit further.
Before hanker we had a rhythm going on and I was if not willingly than at least not fighting him as my forefront bobbed up and down on his dick. All the while he was telling me what a useless cock sucking faggot slovenly woman I was. All the while I was getting harder and leaking More and more pre cum ashamed, disgraced and turned on by my debasement.
Maybe it was this first experience but later in life sentence when I finally accepted what pathetic, perverted, vile cum dump I am I always looked for new fashion to be humiliated, degraded and debased. I now love being humiliated and verbally abused and the shame that goes with it.
"That's it bitch, you like having your throat fucked don't you ? You like a real man's cock skull fucking you ? Raping your sass ? Yeah slut you fucking screw the tasting of peter. You stupid fucking cum guzzling slut. 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 spermatozoan in your belly don't you ?"He shouted as he continued to rape my oral cavity and throat."Oh yeah that's it you fucking bitch"
He suddenly pulled me concentrated onto his rooster and again my centre bulged as his total length forced it's way down his throat and again I found my pry buried in his musky pubic hair as he ground his pubic bone against my human face.
bust were streaming down my fount as I struggled to breath or conk around the hard cock that was sealing my trachea as he held it firm in my gorge. Once, twice I felt his cock cramp in my throat before he pulled out. Just as his cock came out of my sass the start jet of man juice pumped from his penis and back into my mouth. For what seemed like forever but was probably only a moment or so jet are jet of jizz hit me in the expression and pilus as he emptied his balls.
Totally debased I was horrified when I realised that my rooster wasn't just leaking pre cum now I too was emptying my nutsack on the laminate level. My font and hairsbreadth were covered in his sperm cell, the piffling that had entered my mouth dribbled out as I struggled to regain my breathing time. Too dismayed, and appalled was I by my sexual assault that I didn't even have the zip to close my sassing.
I felt sordid, used, humiliated, embarrassed and ashamed as I knelt there. I could feel his slimy kindling sliding down my cheek, dripping off of my chin and landing place 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 vile old man had used my sassing for his pleasure, debased and degraded me, humiliated me, forced me to suck his balls and cock and by the sound of it he barely enjoyed it. Again the rip started to flow."What are you crying for cum dump ? Were you hoping I'd let you drink my kindling ?"
"N…n….n.no Sir"I finally sobbed as I felt him stand directly behind me.
"Ha… Not likely, your not that thoroughly of a cum slut yet. And don't try telling me you didn't like having my peter in your throat bitch I bet you loved it……oh ! I can see that you did"For the low gear prison term he noticed that I'd spewed my cum on his floor."You must have fucking liked it you pathetic petty cocksucking faggot."
"Pity for you."
"Wha…w….what do you intend sir ?"Suddenly I was getting scared again. I didn't like the way his interpreter had suddenly gone cold again.
"You fucking made a mess on my screw base you BITCH !"he shouted."And did I fucking say you could be intimate cum ?"I was too scared to prompt from my kneeling position or to calculate at him so I just looked down at the consortium of my sperm on the floor.
"well ? !"
"N..no captain !"I stammered.
"Fucking faggot gripe !"He said as suddenly and without warning he kicked me hard in the orchis from behind. The hurting was unbelievable and I collapsed sideway clutching and my orchis. I was sure I was going to throw up and pass out from the pain. He just calmly stood over me and watched me crying and holding my bruised and tenderized bollock.
"Well your fucking clearing that up bitch. Go on cum slut slug it up. I wan na see you drink your own fucking sperm you lousy fag cum guzzling bitch."He continued to stomach over me."I mean NOW squawk !"
I let go of my aching balls and lent forward from where I was laying on my English. Appalled by what I was about to do I bind out my knife and slowly licked up my jizz all the while fighting back the urge to be macabre.
"Swallow it slut !"I took a deep breath and forced myself to swallow. I had to unsay twice as the low time it came back up. This was the first time I had swallowed anyone's mettle. Let unequalled my own. I hated the salty taste and the slimy texture made me feel macabre.
"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 to the lowest degree I can get his sperm off me"I was still repulsed by the feeling of it on my peel. slight did I make how he intended to clean me up.
"kneeling down cum loose woman"he said, unwilling to risk being kicked in my aching balls again I instantly dropped to my knees again looking down at the floor this meter of the diminished shower cubicle. I saw his animal foot as he stood directly over me and suddenly I felt a jet of warm liquid hitting the top and back of my head.
I had thought this couldn't get sorry but I instantly realised this wasn't water. He was actually pissing on me ! He was washing his spunk off of me with his pee ! Again I was taken to new levels of abjection, debasement, and chagrin.
"feel up hussy"I forced myself as disgusted as I was to shut down my eyes and look up. I felt his pee hitting my face and running down over my eubstance rising this old wrinkled disgusting man's spermatozoan off of me."open your oral fissure !"he demanded. I couldn't do this… I just couldn't. Instead of opening my mouth I shook my head.
"Nnn….n…no !"I spluttered trying to head off the jet of piss. Instantly I regretted it as again he kicked my bollock. Again I fell sideways this time landing on my back in a pool of water gasping. He immediately aimed his current of gilded piss directly into my open mouth even as I gasped for air.
I felt some go down my wind pipage, I coughed once, twice, and felt the piss shoot past my piano palate, into the back of my olfactory organ."clear your mouth now whore or I'll fucking kick you again !"I didn't have to told a third time. I forced my mouth afford to accept his watercourse of weewee. He filled my mouth before pinching off the flow."Swallow !"I looked at him in horror but I could see in his eyes that he meant it. I couldn't believe it. I was forcing myself to swallow another man's urine.
I was disgusted at the warmth, the blistering taste, the smell, everything but I forced it down my throat. I'm surely I could feel it go all the way down into my stomach. Again the stream started and again I was made to entrance it in my mouth before swallowing the amber stream. Four times he made me live with like that before pulling me up by my hair and again forcing his cock deep into my mouth.
This time he wanted to pass water directly into my throat. I felt the disgusting liquid going down and I choked. Again I felt the liquid rushing up my throat into the spine of my nose. Finally after what seemed like hours trapped in this incubus although in reality it couldn't have been more than a few minute of arc he let me sag sideways to the flooring where I wrapped my blazon around my stifle in the foetal position as he left the room.

When was this incubus ever going to end ? I wondered what my parents would say if they could see the situation I had gotten myself into. Lying bare, in the foetal military position, in a kitty of another man's urine.
After a few moments my headmaster was back. Even now it amazes me how quickly I went from being a straight youth who called a man Great Commoner to a cock sucking, cum guzzling, pass water drink, submissive queer who thought of this man as his professional.
"Get up bitch !"again he dragged me to my feet by my upper arm. He was fully dressed and as he dragged me back through the bungalow he thrust my dress into my branch. Without even allowing me the self-respect ( god knows he'd stripped me of enough of that ) to get dressed he pushed me out the business firm still covered in his peeing."Fuck 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 shock. Looking around I saw a man on the other side of the route looking at me, lust obvious on his face. I instantly started running down the street. I passed two missy I knew from school who pointed and burst into laughter. I was mortified. I ran polish the corner straight into and old dyad whose flavor of disgust I'll never forget branded me with their scorn.
Finally I came to a row of garages where I was able to enshroud long enough to decorate. It was only then that I was humiliated to discovered that he had kept my boxer shorts, and even bad had cut the buns out of my jeans. I had to walk over a mile home, reeking of urine, hair sticking to my head with my arse on appearance to anyone who cared to look.
Ashamed, degraded, debased, defiled and humiliated I walked home knowing that anyone that saw me could guess that I had been sucking cock, swallowing sperm and imbibing piss.
When I finally arrived home I sat at my desk in a full country of cushion. I was just starting to conceive about going to the police when I heard the email notification audio on my electronic 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 surprise in store for me.
"hullo cum dump, Please see the attached single file. You'll notice you looked hot and because of the camera angle you can actually see your cum you dirty faggot. I just thought I'd let you know about this in font you had any zany idea about going to the constabulary. You are my cock sucking bitch now whore and if you tell anyone anything I'll put this video on the internet, and institutionalise it to everyone you know ! From now on you are at my beck and yell 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 word form. As it happens I never did hear from him again. At least not directly. He used my body for his own joy and just cast me aside.
Looking back now I'm glad he did. Without him I'd never have discovered what a worthless cock sucking, cum guzzling, pee-pee drunkenness, peter socket, faggot slut I really am.




The End

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