My First Gay Cock.

A dead on target taradiddle, at least as I remember it, although name calling 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 practically immature standing only 5'4 tall ( if I stretched myself ) and weighing just under 8 Harlan Fisk Stone. While I'd never had any gay magnetic inclination I was never very trade good with girls, 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 sexual clash I'd had with girlfriend were probably compassionate sex on their piece. I wasn't unattractive but I was a prissy guy and unfortunately girls like bad son.
As a result I was spending yet another night trawling internet schmoose rooms looking for girls in my region. rear then the internet hadn't really caught on in a small rural county in southern England.
So it was that I was searching hopelessly for something that was somewhat rarified than an honest pol. It was getting late and I was tired and very horny. Having not had sex for 2 class 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 same town and it was so uncommon that you bumped into person local he just wanted to say hi.
existence a little naive I guess I took him at his watchword. We chatted for an minute via buck private messages while also chatting to the room in general. He seemed nice 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 former than 30 is just classed as old. As the evening wore on we talked about piles of things, topical anesthetic matter of sake, girl, the internet, smut, 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 schmooze I didn't think any to a greater extent 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 companionship so I said why not. It would pound another Saturday Night staring at a computer screen. We arranged to meet outside a pub about 2 knot from my home the following good afternoon at 4pm.
Not being able-bodied to drive I caught the bus and at 4pm the following day I was stood outside the peckerwood when a new Vauxhall astra sti pulled into a space 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 solution already. This was the inaugural time we had seen each other, digital camera's not being as common then and tv camera phones having not been invented. He was pretty much as I'd expected. OLD. He was my stature maybe a petty taller with silver hair and about 2 stone overweight. Although in beauteousness he had a gut it wasn't that big, just a little jut.
"Listen I don't really fancy having to holler over the noise in a pub… do you fancy coming back to my situation and we can chat there ? Maybe watch a moving-picture show or something ?"I hesitated for a second but I figured ( like to the highest degree youngsters ) he's old and bad, I'm Young and fit… if he tries anything I could read him down.
"sure I guess"I said, he smiled in a friendly way and led me back to his car. The movement wasn't far, maybe a mi, back towards where I lived. I remember we listened to the football final loads coming in on the way and shared a grinning when we heard that the local team had wiped the floor with Manchester United. Something that NEVER happened since our topical anesthetic squad usually couldn't find their way out of a paper bag.
When we got to his house I looked around, it was a overnice bungalow in a quiet cul de sac with perspective across the estuary to the harbour on the early side of meat. Inside it was as you would expect of a family owned by an former person. Everything was clean, tidy, with a flimsy musky feel. 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"Drink ? I've got tea, coffee, lager beer or orange juice if you prefer"he asked disappearing into the kitchen.
"A lager would be nice"I called back.
"Sure. stimulate yourself at home I'll just be a arcsecond. 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 last of the football solution.
A second later he joined me passing me a can of Fosters."What were the results ?"
"I only caught the shoemaker's last two. villa lost and the Chelsea Everton secret plan ended in a haul"I replied dejectedly.
"never idea teammate, they'll come in effect next week. Wan na watch a film ?"
"yeah ok, what have you got ?"
"Er I've got a yoke of Robert the Bruce Thomas Willis celluloid, Top Gun, a brace of others… or there's porno if you want ?"
"You decide"I said, not having much of a smut ingathering 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 gist Gay porn.
"You don't intellect do you ? I told you that I'm Bi Sexual right ?"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 ungracious.
"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 trouser. 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 musical note."you feel free to wank 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 instant before he reached across and started rubbing my putz. I was scared. I knew I was in deeply than I could handle but I didn't want to upset him andit did feel trade good. When I didn't resist he took that as an invitation and slipped his hand inside my jeans to wank my peter directly. Using his other hand he moved my hand onto his rooster so that I was now rubbing him through his trousers.
This continued for a few moments as we both started to breath sound. Finally he turned to me and said"Take your clothes of boi I want you to strip for me. I know you are horny and a little faggot so just put 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 violent. So silently I stood up and slowly took off my shirt and denim. Standing in front of him in just my packer."the Nazarene Christ you call that a striptease you pitiable worm ? Take them all off NOW !"He all but shouted the last word. I looked down in ignominy, humiliation and superfluity as I hooked my thumbs into my boxers and slowly pulled them down till they slipped down my leg and pooled at my metrical foot.
"Go put your material in that chest over there."He said pointing across the elbow room to where a humble wooden chest sat against the wall. I went over and put my clothes in the breast, painfully cognisant that as I bent over to put them in the breast he had a perfect view of my rumple anus. I felt so ashamed and embarrassed as I stood back up.
"Now get your arse back over here you miserable maggot. NO ! On your knees, I want to see you crawl poof"I closed my eyes against the shame as I dropped to my knee and slowly crawled towards him.
"you know I'm not gay Bri…."I tried to get out of this humiliating situation.
"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 fuck 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 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 inaugural snag leaked out. I was mortified, scared, alone, on my knees and naked in front of a man old enough to be my grandpa.
"I asked you a question wimp. full point fucking crying and suffice me… what are you ?"
"I'm pathetic Bri…"
"You call me Sir or Master… Anything else and I'll kick you in the clod so hard you wont be able to walk for a month you got that faggot ?"
"y..yy…yess Sir"I stuttered. All the while looking at the floor so he couldn't see my shame.
"secure. That's'better. Now take out my turncock, like the worthless faggot slut you are"I Swallowed even one thousand my backtalk was as dry as a os. Before reaching up and undoing the hold on this pant and undoing the zipper on his fly. He lifted his tail off the sofa so that I could pull off his pant and briefs. He spread his legs and for the world-class time up close I saw another man's cock.
looking back now it was at best only medium size. But compared to my prick it was huge, at to the lowest degree twice as midst and even half hard it was longer by about one-half again. It laid along his thigh like a puncture balloon. His wrinkly clod pouch hanging low between his legs. I admit I was mesmerized and for a moment I almost forgot my ignominy.
"Stop fucking looking at it you perverted faggot. salt lick may balls"Knowing I had no choice I shuffled forward on my stifle, let in and with the tip of my knife I tasted my first ball sack. Slowly licking it up and down as a baby would an ice lolly. Suddenly he reached forward and grabbed the back of my head.
"Open your mouth bitch"he almost shouted before pulling my head forward. His huge nut sack slipped into my backtalk and my nose was buried in his thick musky pubic fuzz. His trailer truck but rapidly hardening cock pressed up against my eye."Now sucking slut !"I started sucking on his glob taking them deep into my mouth. Using my tongue to whirl them around."That's it bitch, you like that don't you, you pathetic orchis licking slut."I was horrified to earn that while ashamed and embarrassed my prick was once again getting heavy 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 knees with the globe 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 head backward, changed it's angle slightly and pulled it back forwards straight onto his hard cock."now you are really going to determine how to be a stopcock sucking faggot adulteress"he pulled my nous forward until the foreland of his difficult cock hit the back of my throat. My centre bulged and I fought desperately against the urge to gag. He released me plenty for me to overstretch my head back about halfway before again pulling me forward, this time a tiny bit further.
Before long we had a calendar method of birth control going on and I was if not willingly than at least not fighting him as my nous bobbed up and down on his dick. All the piece he was telling me what a useless hammer sucking faggot slut I was. All the while I was getting backbreaking and leaking more and to a greater extent pre cum ashamed, disgraced and turned on by my debasement.
Maybe it was this world-class experience but later in life 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 pervert and the disgrace that goes with it.
"That's it bitch, you like having your throat fucked don't you ? You like a existent man's dick skull fucking you ? Raping your mouth ? Yeah slattern you fucking love the gustatory sensation of hammer. 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 sperm in your belly don't you ?"He shouted as he continued to rape my back talk and throat."Oh yeah that's it you fucking crab"
He suddenly pulled me unvoiced onto his turncock and again my eyes bulged as his stallion length forced it's way down his pharynx and again I found my nose buried in his musky pubic whisker as he ground his pubic bone against my face.
Tears were streaming down my typeface as I struggled to breath or choke around the hard stopcock that was sealing my trachea as he held it firm in my gullet. Once, twice I felt his cock cramp in my throat before he pulled out. Just as his cock came out of my mouth the first jet of man succus pumped from his member and back into my mouthpiece. For what seemed alike forever but was probably only a minute or so jet are jet of jizz hit me in the face and hair as he emptied his balls.
Totally debased I was horrified when I realised that my tool wasn't just leaking pre cum now I too was emptying my nutsack on the laminate base. My face and hair were covered in his sperm cell, the minuscule that had entered my oral cavity dribbled out as I struggled to find my breath. Too shocked, and appalled was I by my intimate rape that I didn't even have the energy to close my oral cavity.
I felt sordid, used, humiliated, embarrassed and ashamed as I knelt there. I could feel his slimed spunk sliding down my font, dripping off of my mentum and landing place on my thorax, legs and stomach.
Finally he stood up."wellspring 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 sass for his joy, debased and degraded me, humiliated me, forced me to give suck his orb and rooster and by the sound of it he barely enjoyed it. Again the tears started to flow."What are you crying for cum rubbish dump ? Were you hoping I'd let you imbibe my spunk ?"
"N…n….n.no Sir"I finally sobbed as I felt him stand directly behind me.
"Ha… Not likely, your not that good of a cum trollop yet. And don't try telling me you didn't like having my cock in your throat kick I bet you loved it……oh ! I can see that you did"For the first time he noticed that I'd spewed my cum on his flooring."You must have fucking liked it you wretched little cocksucking faggot."
"Pity for you."
"Wha…w….what do you think of sir ?"Suddenly I was getting scared again. I didn't like the way his voice had suddenly gone moth-eaten again.
"You fucking made a spate on my fucking level you BITCH !"he shouted."And did I fucking say you could fucking cum ?"I was too scared to move from my kneeling position or to await at him so I just looked down at the pool of my spermatozoon on the floor.
"WELL ? !"
"N..no sea captain !"I stammered.
"Fucking faggot beef !"He said as suddenly and without warning he kicked me backbreaking in the balls from behind. The hurting was incredible and I collapsed sideway clutching and my orb. I was sure I was going to switch up and pass out from the painful sensation. He just calmly stood over me and watched me crying and holding my bruised and tenderize freak.
"well your fucking clearing that up squawk. Go on cum slut lick it up. I wan na see you drink your own eff sperm you lousy nance cum guzzling bitch."He continued to stand over me."I mean NOW cunt !"
I let go of my aching bollock and bestow forward from where I was laying on my side. Appalled by what I was about to do I pose out my natural language and slowly licked up my jizz all the patch fighting back the urge to be spue.
"swallow it slut !"I took a deep breath and forced myself to bury. I had to unsay twice as the first base time it came back up. This was the first off time I had swallowed anyone's spunk. Let alone my own. I hated the salty taste and the slimy grain made me feel unhinged.
"Well let's get you cleaned up whore"he said as he grabbed my speed arm and half lifted half dragged me through the cottage to the shower. In my naivety I though to myself"Thank god, at least I can get his spermatozoan off me"I was still repulsed by the impression of it on my hide. Little did I realise how he intended to strip me up.
"kneeling down cum slut"he said, unwilling to put on the line being kicked in my aching balls again I instantly dropped to my knees again looking down at the floor this clock time of the small shower cubicle. I saw his pes as he stood directly over me and suddenly I felt a jet of warm liquid hitting the top and spine of my foreland.
I had thought this couldn't get tough but I instantly realised this wasn't piddle. He was actually pissing on me ! He was washing his kindling off of me with his urine ! Again I was taken to new levels of abjection, degradation, and humiliation.
"expression up strumpet"I forced myself as disgusted as I was to shut my oculus and look up. I felt his urine hitting my fount and running down over my body rising this old wrinkled disgusting man's spermatozoon off of me."loose your sass !"he demanded. I couldn't do this… I just couldn't. Instead of opening my oral cavity I shook my head.
"Nnn….n…no !"I spluttered trying to avoid the jet of piss. Instantly I regretted it as again he kicked my balls. Again I fell sideways this metre landing on my rachis in a puddle of piddle gasping. He immediately aimed his stream of golden piss directly into my open mouth even as I gasped for air.
I felt some go down my malarkey piping, I coughed once, twice, and felt the weewee shoot past my soft palate, into the back of my nose."open air your mouth now whore or I'll fucking kick you again !"I didn't have to say a third time. I forced my backtalk open to go for his stream of piss. He filled my mouth before pinching off the flow."live with !"I looked at him in horror but I could see in his middle that he meant it. I couldn't believe it. I was forcing myself to swallow another man's piss.
I was disgusted at the warmth, the vitriolic taste, the aroma, everything but I forced it down my throat. I'm trusted I could feel it go all the way down into my stomach. Again the watercourse started and again I was made to catch it in my mouth before swallowing the amber stream. Four times he made me take back like that before pulling me up by my hair and again forcing his cock deep into my sassing.
This time he wanted to micturate directly into my throat. I felt the disgusting liquid going down and I choked. Again I felt the liquid rush up my pharynx into the back of my nose. Finally after what seemed alike hours trapped in this incubus 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 munition around my stifle in the foetal billet 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 place I had gotten myself into. Lying raw, in the foetal position, in a pool 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 youth who called a man William Jennings Bryan to a putz sucking, cum guzzling, pissing drinking, submissive faggot who thought of this man as his master.
"Get up squawk !"again he dragged me to my groundwork by my upper berth arm. He was fully dressed and as he dragged me back through the bungalow he thrust my dress into my weapon system. Without even allowing me the self-worth ( god knows he'd stripped me of sufficiency of that ) to get dressed he pushed me out the house still covered in his piss."Fuck off cum dumpsite !"he shouted as he pushed me out the door.
There I was stood on the street, naked, covered in water, totally in impact. Looking around I saw a man on the other side of the road looking at me, lust obvious on his face. 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 the corner straight into and old duad whose look of disgust I'll never forget branded me with their despite.
Finally I came to a row of garages where I was able to hide long enough to dress. It was only then that I was humiliated to reveal that he had kept my boxer shorts, and even worse had cut the rear end out of my jeans. I had to walk over a mile home, reeking of urine, hair sticking to my oral sex with my tooshie on show to anyone who cared to calculate.
Ashamed, degraded, debased, defiled and humiliated I walked home knowing that anyone that saw me could think that I had been sucking dick, swallowing sperm and drinking piss.
When I finally arrived abode I sat at my desk in a total State Department of shock. I was just starting to think about going to the police when I heard the email presentment strait on my computer. I looked scared of what I was going to see… somehow instinctively knowing it would be my passe-partout.
Sure enough it was. He had one last surprise in store for me.
"Hello cum dump, Please see the attached file. You'll notice you looked hot and because of the camera angle you can actually see your cum you dirty fagot. I just thought I'd let you know about this in case you had any giddy ideas about going to the law. You are my cock sucking beef now whore and if you tell anyone anything I'll put this video recording 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 poove slut."
And sure as shooting enough there it was, the video file from the hide camera I didn't know anything about. All of it caught it perfect tense digital form. As it happens I never did find out from him again. At least not directly. He used my physical structure for his own pleasure and just cast me aside.
look back now I'm gladiolus he did. Without him I'd never have discovered what a worthless dick sucking, cum guzzling, peeing drink, cock socket, faggot slut I really am.




The End

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