A guy I just met had finished fucking me 10 minutes ago.

He had used mouth and butt, just like a pussy.

All I could do was lay there with my face down on my chest, breathing heavily.

For the first time in my life I no longer felt manly all I felt was humility and broken spirit.

That was now but the road that led me to where I am began at school and in my mid to late teens.

Throughout my teens I felt uneasy with my stature in society.

I was tight fitting short kid for my age and was forever being taunted about my sexuality.

evening though I wasn't at the prison term, what they were calling me.

I hadn't had any sexually encounters with anyone, at the time.

All I was, was a virgin.

I was none of the thing the big yob were calling me.

being short wimpy kid I had no option but to soak up the insults and shut up.

Or risk the probability of being beaten up, so I had to put up with the schoolyard humiliations.

A few clip I spoke up and did get my ass kicked, so I learnt to keep out up.

So for the close year or two of school, I had to soak it up and live on it.

"queer !"Is what they called me.

By the time I entered my final year of school, I made that judgment call to myself.

So after a few Sir Thomas More weeks of being teased, I decided to find out what the signification of the word meant.

After finding out, I decided to experiment on myself and see if I was.

I first used broom grip, up my poop shoot.

My first attempt I slowly slid it into my virgin asshole, until I felt a sudden pop.

I did this a few clock time after schoolhouse, while mom was away at work.

By the time of my secondly week, I had to admit that it felt both exciting and strange.

There I'd be at first with a ling up my bum, jacking of to some nude poster chick from a Penthouse magazine.

This only satisfied me for a week or two, before I started other experiments.

My ass began to hunger something more, plus the broom felt a bit too awkward.

So I tried a toilet brushes and other household items.



After weeks of trying dissimilar matter, I settled upon a little wooden handled plunder.

I could squat down on it without straining, until it bottomed inside me.

At first I would sit right down it and jacklight off.

Oh my god, felt commodity at first.

But Once I learnt that I could indorse into a bulwark on my mitt and knees, I was in heaven.

By now I was feeling confused.

So far every meter I had cum with something in my ass, I felt an overtake guilt trip that led to a bit of depression.

Then again I also felt relieved.

The next day at school, was always a buzz kill.

I would be floating on air, until some dork called me a fag or a princess or something of that kind.

Then I would go back in to my casing, like a limp dick.

School had always been a bombilation killing for me, but as I reached my final six months I had a goal in mind.

I was now old enough to push aside it all the taunts and sometimes, as if I didn't care.

It didn't bother that much that they called me names like"faggot"or"sissy boy."

Mainly due to the fact I started making supporter with the girls in my age group.

They would sometime stick up for me and secernate scaremonger to"make off and act your age."

The missy would coquette and try to hook up with me, but by now the demons in my heading were at play.

Was I a faggot or was just fantasying about being one, there was no chance I was straight.

By now I looked at girls more for admiration then a sexual objects.

At menage I was now getting ready to move on from the diver, to something different.

After calendar month of jacking off with things up my ass, I was confident enough too ventured into an adult store and purchased my very own dildo.

Nervously I looked and looked around until a saw one not too big, but bad that the plunger.

I settled on a red battery operated one.

The first prison term I used it, I slid it in deep and it felt skilful buzzing inside me.

I lay on spinal column and throw my cock with it inside, I softly began to moan.

It didn't hold me long, before I started to cum.

Afterwards I hid it in my laptop bag, so mom never found it.

By the end of that get-go week I started to slide it in and out, of my ass with it buzzing.

With my eyes shut I imagined it was a real cock.

It felt so good that first time by just sliding it and out, I ended up cumming without stroking my dick once.

Now I would crave a real putz, while I masturbate my ass with my dildo.

The more I thought about it, the more I craved to take in a veridical cock in my ass.

I thought that once I had a real cock, I can more on at ease.

Like really it's only gay if you like a cock in your ass, isn't it ?

In saying that it's really arduous to say"I'm straight"if, I dream of putz all the time.

Isn't it ?

Also I had noticed that the more I think about real cock and the more frequently I used my dildo, the LE interested in missy I had become.

I was 18 now and I had just finished my final stage class for the year.

Once I turned 18 I made a conclusion, I was going to intercept fantasizing about stopcock and try get someone to engender me and appease my desires.

So I like I was saying,"A guy I just met 10 arcminute ago, just finished using my target like a pussy."

At this very moment I no longer felt manly.

I felt humility and broken, but about of all ashamed.

Before tonight, I was still sitting on the fencing between data-based and…. !

I really don't was ticking in my head

My face buried in a pillow and my chest flat on a bed that wasn't mine, with my legs dangling limp off the edge.

All I could do was lay there with cum now trickling out of my ass.

The final spiral that led me into the bed of another man was, yet another day of the month with a girl gone wrong.

I had gotten thru my teens without achiever with any girls, all my particular date were disasters.

The more cataclysm, the Thomas More I shut myself from the norm and craved a man's company.

It was now over three month since, my end bankruptcy at attempting get to first home with a woman.

A threshold ended up slamming in my face, to which I took it badly.

For the next week after, I closed off from everyone and feel into depressed mind set.

By now I had moved from the house to mom's bungalow in the backyard.

For a week I didn't eat, smoked a few bongs a day of weed.

I didn't charge about the international world.

I felt hurt and depressed but my sentence locked up in my shell made me query a few firmly truths.

Most damning one was, what I wanted from life history ?

Then I read the local paper when I finally broke out of my dramas.

I scanned thru it until I saw an ad in the classifieds.

Male looking for sex with Males

Phone : XXXXXXXXXXX

No prison term undoer

I circled it and went to bed.

The succeeding day after lunch, I rang the number.

A voice answered and it was from a Mark.

He lived alone and he was 50.

I told him that I had never been with another guy before but wanted too.

He was ok with that, and gave me directions to his house.

Which I made arrangement to go there, later that day.

It was getting shadow when I rang him to say I was on my way.

I booked a taxi and rang his bell, not long after.

He answered the door, wearing a bathrobe.

I looked around external to see if I was being watched and went inside.

It was darkness and I could sense incense, as if he was an old hippie.

There was a fire holla in the sustenance elbow room, as followed him there.

I sat down on his couch and he sat down next to me.

Without warning, he reached over and began rubbing my crotch thru my jeans.

I gave him a nervous stare as my dick responded to his touch.

Before I knew it, he was kissing me.

I was hesitant, but joined in.

We were kissing passionately, with our knife teasing each other's.

I was surprise how at ease I was.

This was the first of all time I had ever kissed anyone like this before, in my life.

I kissed the girls at schooling but more than as friends at school, than lovers.



brand grabbed my handwriting and he led it inside his robe and towards his hard cock.

I only just started stroking it, when the unthinkable happened.

Groaning in foiling, I must have been too excited and gasconade my load in my pants.

I then froze and he asked me,"What's wrong ?"

palpitation my straits from left to right and with the spirit of embarrassment, answered his question.

"It's ok Squirt,"he said, caressing my head.

"If you want to leave, I can realize,"I asked.

"Nah, its ok I want to stay,"I answered.

"I just need to clean up,"I said.

soft touch left the way, as I began to undress.

I pulled my jeans and underwear down below my stifle, they were soiled from me cumming.

Then a towel out of nowhere was thrown at me.

I kicked off my underwear and jean and cleaned myself up.

Then I wrapped the towel around my waste.

Once the nitty spunky contribution was over, I returned to the cast next to Mark.

As I sat doing the towel unfastened and fell loose.

Mark still had his robe on but I could see his hard hammer protruding thru a gap.

I sat there staring at it, with curious eyes.

It was big and fat, it was much grownup than mine.

He disrobed and revealed, his trimmed ruddy public hairs.

I was fixated on his cock, while he caressed my hair.

He nodded and I lowered my fountainhead to his lap.

I nervously started licking his putz before, getting another nod from him.

Then I worked on sucking on his cock's head.

It was the first prison term I had cock in my mouth.

I felt so excited but tried not to show it, like a aspiration fulfilled.

The feel of it against my tongue, made my pecker come to life.

The first clip I tried to hold it deeper in my mouth, I over did it.

I choked.

"Just contain your breath, and contain it,"he said, with a hand resting on my head.

I tried it and it seemed to work.

He was enjoying it, as much as I was.

I know I was rough but it was my maiden sentence, but he was moaning so I must be doing it right.

Then I pulled out his cock from my mouth and rubbed its sloppy shaft over my face, while staring into his eyes.

I jacked his cock while I sucked on his ballock sacks.

Then after two minutes I went back to sucking his cock again.

But he stopped me and pulled me off him.

He pulled my head towards his, and we reverted back to kissing.

The kissing was making me all hot and bothered.

He must throw sensed that and flicked off his robe.

Now he was completely naked.

We kissed some more, before he led me to his bedroom.

He threw me on his bed back and then jumped on top of me.

We continued to kiss me again, I was feeling substantial horny now.

"I'm, yours for the pickings if you want,"I whispered to him.

stain smiled at that and began to bite my neck.

I felt his peter floating about loosely near my shaft, while he bit my neck and ears.

So I reached around and stroked his backrest, I was getting a huge kick out this.

By now I somehow had my legs snarl around his legs, I was so hoping to be fucked soon.

It's been a fantasy for about two age to be fucked by a veridical cock.

Mark stood up and suddenly left me there.

While he left I took off my hoodie and T-shirt.

I notice that my cock was haphazard with pre-cum by now.

When he returned he had a small nursing bottle in his hand, shaking it in his fingers.

My center saw the bottleful but my eyes returned to his cock, as he walked towards me.

He climbed back on top of the bed and straddled my chest.

His cock was right near my face.

He opened the bottleful and sniffed it.

"Karl Popper,"I shook the bottle, then passed it to me.

At first I took a patrician snuff, it had a solvent type of scent to it.

Then took a big one, which gave me an instant headrush.

I felt the flush buzz me and an aura overcome me with warmth.

Suddenly now I felt even hornier than I was before, much more hornier than before.

Now the only thing on my creative thinker was Mark's cock.

Which I eagerly snatched and started stroking it while sucking his balls.

Mark took another hit from the bottle and so did I.

He held my hands down above my head, while I sucked on his putz again.

I had never felt this unspoilt, ever.

He wiggled around a little, so he had an prosperous access to fuck my mouth.

Saint Mark began to slowly fuck his putz into my mouth.

At first dull and recondite, then eventually fast and hard.

I was choking and gagging, I wasn't prepared for this.

His momentum grew so debauched and severely, I was no long sucking him.

My oral fissure was just another hole to fuck.

Tears ran from my eyes as I struggled and snot and saliva escaped my horn in and mouth.

I just lay there and just took it.

His breathing was becoming erratic, his beat too.

I hoped he would cum soon.

One so I could savour his cum and two for him to stop destroying my throat.

He now released my hands and braced the mattress above my head.

brand went berserker and eff my look mystifying and fast, before grinding in slowly.

I felt his cock fop and contract.

Its then I felt like choking as he unloaded in my mouth.

My first thought was to sour my oral sex and spittle out his cock.

Before I could make that move, I ordered by Saint Mark not too.

He grabbed my hair and forcibly get laid another spasm in my lip, the second wave had just unloaded.

Again I started to exit, I coughed and some cum escaped my mouth and some went up my nasal holes.

Then forced his hammer deep down my throat, which forced me to take back everything.

print then pulled out of my mouth, allowing me to cough for air.

He jacked his rooster so, the rest of his cum squirted into my face.

Then he rolled over and adjacent to me.

"Now clean my cock with your mouth,"He said, as if an order.

I slid off the bed and onto my human knee and began sucking his dick of saliva and cum.

Then I climbed back on the bed and side by side St. Mark, he pulled me across his chest.

A few minutes later he pushed me off him.

He then leaned over and took my dick in his mouth.

The warmth of his mouth and his experienced tongue, was the icing on the cake.

I reached for the feeding bottle and took another sniff.

Again I felt an aura hit me, I knew now that there was no turning back for me.

This was my calling, I never felt this good in my life.

Then I felt a wave flow rate thru me.

"Oh, I cumming,"I warned.

My breathing was now struggling, I tried not to cum but it was in vain.

I shot three tons into his mouth and fell off the bed.

As I climbed my clunky ass back up and crawled back on top of marking, he kissed me.

I could try my own cum on his lips and tongue.

We kissed for an eternity, deep and passionately.

When we broke, we lay on our spine staring at the ceiling.

"Deutsche Mark, I feel awesome, can now you fuck me ?"I asked, almost pleading.

"Oh are you indisputable ?"He replied.

"It's why I rang you in the first place,"My answer was.

We lay for another five minutes before, we led me from his bed.

With arms around each other'shank, he showed me a box of toys.

Sex toy and then he showed me how to douche myself before receiving sex.

So he helped me douche myself.

The lovesome water system up my ass, cleaned all the cattiness out of me.

Once the douching was over, I looked at Mark and his cock was almost soft now.

He looked at me, I looked at him then at his cock.

Then I dropped to my human knee and took his cock into my mouth again.

Before he could have intercourse me, I had to make him sway unvoiced again.

I sucked him until his flaccid peter grew hard in my mouth.

"Good, now get your ass on top of the bed and lie on my stomach,"he ordered

He the climbed on top of me and began kissing the back of my neck.

The warmth of his organic structure against me, was comforting.

Then he slivered off the bed and on to his knee joint and spread my legs.

He began to lick my bunghole with his knife, it felt awesome.

It made me squirm.

Soon he started sticking finger in my ass, slowly fucking my ass with them.

When I felt sucker's cock pressing against my hole, I instinctively froze.

It didn't faze him, he forced his stopcock inside my ass until I felt a pop.



The thickness of his cock made me grimace.

He left his cock inside me, while my ass grew accustomed to it.

I wanted target to fuck me so bad now.

That is exactly what he started to do, with wearisome dead strokes.

My anal cavity was feeling a bit more unwind now, the pain I felt before was numbing.

He continued with his curtly bursts, which started making my ass feel pleasure.

The longer he fucked me, made his mental attitude change.

He was caring and kind before, now he started calling me bad names.

It made me feel like I was back in the schoolyard again.

"Are you my slight faggot bitch ?"He taunted.

At foremost my eyes welled up, from the humiliating names.

"screw twat,"He kept taunting.

"Whore, I am going to part you with my friends,"He yelled out.

He kept raving on but instead of making me sad, it started turning me on.

I reached out my weapon and gathered the poppers and took another snort from the bottle.

"Yes, go on, yes I'm a faggot,"I eventually replied.

soft touch was now fucking me hard, with each thrust I moaned.

I couldn't believe that having sex with a man was so good.

"You lie it, you like it up your ass, MY LITTLE pecker gripe,"He yelled out.

I think I know how a woman feels when she gets fucked, I don't want this feeling to stop.

"You FUCKING LITTLE adulteress !"He yelled.

"Yes, YES, YES !"I bellowed back at him.

With that he pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed.

I looked foiled at him.

"If you want more, then come and sit on my lap and get some more."He said.

I crawled of the bed and could balk to try his putz again in my mouth.

even though I could savor my own ass on it, I didn't care.

Then I climbed up and squatted down on his cock, facing him while he guided his dick back into my ass.

Deutsche Mark bounced me up and down his dick until I was bouncing without his help.

He kissed my nipples before he bit into them.

I bit my humbled lip as his made them hurt.

My stopcock was so wilted, it was sloppy and flaccid.

He then pushed me off him and fucked me again on my stomach.

This time he fucked me so hard that it hurt, I had to bite into the bed covers.

He fucked me so deep and hard, that he caused a slapping phone from my thighs.

I was moaning continuously.

Mark also was breathing heavily and the strong he thrusted, the louder he got.

Then he pulled out and contact for the Karl Popper, then tossed them to me.

He went back to fucking my ass, hard and fast.

Until I felt his tool explode in my ass.

Mark kept grinding into me.

I collapse on top of me and we both snoozed it off.

When I woke, Mark was in his robe again watching TV.

I reached back with an arm and felt my asshole, cum was trickling out and down my balls.

Somewhere I had cum myself, but I didn't know until much later.

I gingerly crawl over to gull and sucked his cock, which was still glistening with ass and tool juices.

While I sucked I also jacked off my own cock, until my succus came.

St. Mark kissed me and told me to come over every Lord's Day, which I did for the next 3-4 months.

I had become his slight cock whore for the clock time being.

My clothes were coming of as soon as his doorway shut and I was sucking cock and getting bred.

I never even tried to go after girls, as I was the young lady in an all cock world.

On Sunday I told my mom I was going on dates, what she doesn't know can't hurt her .