My first base Gay Cock.

A honest story, at to the lowest degree as I remember it, although names and blank space have been changed to protect the um innocent.

I was 21 geezerhood old and although you've heard it before I really could have passed for very much younger standing only 5'4 tall ( if I stretched myself ) and weighing just under 8 stone. While I'd never had any gay inclinations I was never very commodity 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 showdown I'd had with girlfriend were probably pity sex on their theatrical role. I wasn't unattractive but I was a nice guy and unfortunately girls like bad boy.
As a result I was spending yet another night trawling internet schmoose rooms looking for missy in my area. Back then the net 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 rarefied than an honest politician. It was getting late and I was tired and very horny. Having not had sex for 2 years I was always horny. Then suddenly ‘ PING !'I couldn't believe it ! Finally a subject matter ! I hurredly opened it only to get word it was from another guy. He'd sent me a message because he'd noticed I was from the Saame town and it was so rare that you bumped into someone local anaesthetic he just wanted to say hi.
Being a little naive I guess I took him at his word. We chatted for an hour via private messages while also chatting to the room in oecumenical. He seemed decent 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 elder than 30 is just classed as old. As the evening wore on we talked about tons of things, local theme of interest, missy, the cyberspace, porno, 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 companionship so I said why not. It would beat another Saturday night staring at a computing machine screenland. We arranged to adjoin outside a pub about 2 miles from my home the following afternoon at 4pm.
Not being able-bodied to push back I caught the bus and at 4pm the survey day I was stood outside the woodpecker when a new Vauxhall astra sti pulled into a space just over the road. Great Commoner 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 get-go fourth dimension we had seen each early, digital photographic 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 stature maybe a trivial taller with silver haircloth and about 2 Harlan Stone adiposis. Although in fairness he had a gut it wasn't that big, just a slight excrescence.
"Listen I don't really fancy having to shout over the randomness in a pub… do you fancy coming back to my place and we can chat there ? Maybe watch a flick or something ?"I hesitated for a mo but I figured ( like nearly youngsters ) he's old and unfit, I'm Brigham Young and fit… if he tries anything I could film 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 mile, back towards where I lived. I remember we listened to the football final scores coming in on the way and shared a smile when we heard that the topical anesthetic team had wiped the level with Manchester United. Something that NEVER happened since our local team usually couldn't find their way out of a composition bag.
When we got to his theatre 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 sometime someone. Everything was unobjectionable, tidy, with a tenuous musky sense of smell. It reminded me instantly of when I visited my grandparents'family as a child.
"Nice pad"I remarked checking out a hand drawn print on the wall.
"Thanks."He replied"crapulence ? I've got tea, java, lager or orange juice if you prefer"he asked disappearing into the kitchen.
"A lager would be skillful"I called back.
"Sure. cook yourself at rest home I'll just be a endorse. joint 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 death of the football issue.
A moment later he joined me passing me a can of Fosters."What were the solution ?"
"I only caught the last two. Doroteo Arango lost and the Chelsea Everton game ended in a draw"I replied dejectedly.
"never nous mate, they'll come good succeeding workweek. Wan na look on a film ?"
"yeah ok, what have you got ?"
"Er I've got a couple of Bruce Willis motion-picture show, Top Gun, a couple 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 pornography and I wasn't disappointed. I was however slightly surprised when I almost instantly realised it was knockout core Gay porn.
"You don't mind do you ? I told you that I'm Bi Sexual right ?"I was desperately trying to call 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 sofa. We sat like that for a few minutes watching the sieve before I noticed him rubbing his putz 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 exempt to jerk off 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 turncock. I was scared. I knew I was in deeper than I could care but I didn't want to overturn him andit did sense trade good. When I didn't resist he took that as an invitation and slipped his hand inside my blue jean to masturbate my dick directly. Using his former hired man he moved my hand onto his peter 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"Take your apparel of boi I want you to peel for me. I know you are horny and a fiddling fag 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 wild. So silently I stood up and slowly took off my shirt and jean. Standing in front of him in just my drawers."Jesus Christ you call that a strip you ridiculous worm ? Take them all off NOW !"He all but shouted the last word. I looked down in shame, humiliation and overplus as I hooked my thumb into my boxers and slowly pulled them down till they slipped down my legs and pooled at my substructure.
"Go put your cloths in that thorax over there."He said pointing across the room to where a small wooden chest sat against the rampart. I went over and put my apparel in the chest, painfully aware that as I bent over to put them in the breast he had a staring view of my knit anus. I felt so ashamed and embarrassed as I stood back up.
"Now get your arse back over here you misfortunate maggot. NO ! On your human knee, I want to see you crawl faggot"I closed my eyes against the shame as I dropped to my knees 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 bonk you bitch. This is all your fault and don't pretend otherwise ! Look at your poor cock. You got hard watching gay smut and even hard you are flyspeck. YOU ARE PATHETIC….what are you ?"
I was so humble and ashamed. I didn't want this, I'm not gay, I just wanted a friend. I remember that was when the low gear tear leaked out. I was mortified, scared, alone, on my knees and naked in front of a man old enough to be my grandfather.
"I asked you a motion wimp. Stop fucking watchword and answer me… what are you ?"
"I'm pathetic Bri…"
"You call me Sir or Master… Anything else and I'll thrill you in the ballock so hard you wont be able to walk for a month you got that fag ?"
"y..yy…yess Sir"I stuttered. All the while looking at the floor so he couldn't see my shame.
"honorable. That's'better. Now take out my cock, like the worthless faggot slut you are"I Swallowed even yard my mouth was as dry as a off-white. Before reaching up and undoing the clasp on this trousers and undoing the zipper on his fly. He lifted his arse off the sofa so that I could rend off his trousers and briefs. He spread his legs and for the first time up close I saw another man's cock.
looking at back now it was at best only mediocre size. But compared to my shit it was huge, at to the lowest degree twice as thick and even half knockout it was longer by about half again. It laid along his thigh like a chapfallen balloon. His wrinkled ball sack hanging low between his legs. I admit I was mesmerized and for a here and now I almost forgot my ignominy.
"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 clapper I tasted my first of all ball sack. Slowly licking it up and down as a shaver would an ice lolly. Suddenly he reached forward and grabbed the spine of my head.
"Open your mouth bitch"he almost shouted before pulling my head forward. His huge nut liberation slipped into my rima oris and my nose was buried in his midst musky pubic hair. His trucking rig but rapidly hardening cock pressed up against my eye."Now sop up slut !"I started sucking on his balls taking them deep into my mouth. Using my spit to whirlpool them around."That's it bitch, you like that don't you, you pathetic nut licking slut."I was horrified to realise that spell ashamed and embarrassed my prick was once again getting unvoiced and leaking pre cum. I couldn't believe I was getting turned on by this disgusting, verboten 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 chunk of a guy almost 3 prison term 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 header backward, changed it's angle slightly and pulled it back forwards straight onto his hard shaft."now you are really going to find out how to be a cock sucking faggot slattern"he pulled my forefront forward until the head of his hard tool 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 capitulum back about halfway before again pulling me forward, this fourth dimension a tiny bit further.
Before long we had a rhythm going on and I was if not willingly than at least not fighting him as my head bobbed up and down on his tool. All the while he was telling me what a useless prick sucking faggot slut I was. All the while I was getting harder and leaking more and More pre cum ashamed, disgraced and turned on by my adulteration.
Maybe it was this offset experience but later in life sentence when I finally accepted what piteous, perverted, worthless cum dump I am I always looked for new ways to be humiliated, degraded and debased. I now love being humiliated and verbally ill-use and the shame that goes with it.
"That's it bitch, you like having your throat fucked don't you ? You like a existent man's cock skull fucking you ? Raping your mouth ? Yeah adulteress you fucking have a go at it the gustatory sensation of tool. You stupid fucking cum guzzling slut. I bet you want me to cum in your pharynx 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 violate my mouthpiece and throat."Oh yeah that's it you fucking bitch"
He suddenly pulled me heavy onto his tool and again my eyes bulged as his entire 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 ivory against my facial expression.
Tears were streaming down my nerve as I struggled to breath or choke around the strong turncock that was sealing my windpipe as he held it business firm in my oesophagus. Once, twice I felt his hammer cramp in my pharynx before he pulled out. Just as his cock came out of my mouth the first jet of man juice pumped from his member and back into my mouth. For what seemed like forever but was probably only a minute or so jet are jet of jizz hit me in the face and whisker as he emptied his balls.
Totally debased I was horrified when I realised that my peter wasn't just leaking pre cum now I too was emptying my nutsack on the laminate floor. My face and whisker were covered in his sperm, the little that had entered my mouth dribbled out as I struggled to regain my breath. Too scandalize, and appalled was I by my sexual rape that I didn't even have the energy to close my backtalk.
I felt sordid, used, humiliated, embarrassed and ashamed as I knelt there. I could sense his slimed punk sliding down my face, dripping off of my chin and landing on my chest, peg 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 nauseous old man had used my backtalk for his pleasure, debased and degraded me, humiliated me, forced me to go down on his Lucille Ball and cock and by the phone 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 touchwood ?"
"N…n….n.no Sir"I finally sobbed as I felt him fend directly behind me.
"Ha… Not likely, your not that skilful of a cum slut 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 level."You must make fucking liked it you pathetic footling cocksucking faggot."
"pathos for you."
"Wha…w….what do you mean sir ?"Suddenly I was getting scared again. I didn't like the way his vocalisation had suddenly gone cold again.
"You fucking made a deal on my hump floor you BITCH !"he shouted."And did I fucking say you could eff cum ?"I was too scared to act from my kneeling side or to look at him so I just looked down at the pool of my sperm on the floor.
"fountainhead ? !"
"N..no skipper !"I stammered.
"fucking faggot bitch !"He said as suddenly and without warning he kicked me hard in the lump from behind. The botheration was incredible and I collapsed sideway clutching and my balls. I was certainly I was going to throw away up and go past out from the pain in the neck. He just calmly stood over me and watched me crying and holding my spite and tender screwball.
"Well your fucking clearing that up gripe. Go on cum fornicatress lick it up. I wan na see you drink your own sleep together sperm you lousy faggot cum guzzling bitch."He continued to stomach over me."I mean NOW BITCH !"
I let go of my aching Lucille Ball and add forward from where I was laying on my incline. Appalled by what I was about to do I baffle out my knife and slowly licked up my jizz all the while fighting back the urge to be sick.
"Swallow it slut !"I took a deep breathing space and forced myself to live with. I had to swallow twice as the first meter it came back up. This was the kickoff fourth dimension I had swallowed anyone's punk. Let alone my own. I hated the salty preference and the slimy grain made me feel sick.
"Well let's get you cleaned up whore"he said as he grabbed my pep pill arm and half lifted half dragged me through the bungalow to the exhibitioner. In my naivety 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 hide. footling did I realise how he intended to strip me up.
"kneel down cum slovenly woman"he said, unwilling to adventure being kicked in my aching clod again I instantly dropped to my knee again looking down at the level this clip of the modest shower bath cubicle. I saw his understructure as he stood directly over me and suddenly I felt a jet of fond liquid hitting the top and back of my head.
I had thought this couldn't get high-risk but I instantly realised this wasn't body of water. He was actually pissing on me ! He was washing his spunk off of me with his urine ! Again I was taken to new level of abjection, degradation, and mortification.
"tone up slut"I forced myself as disgusted as I was to close my eyes and seem up. I felt his urine hitting my typeface and running down over my physical structure rising this old wrinkled disgusting man's spermatozoon off of me."undefendable your mouth !"he demanded. I couldn't do this… I just couldn't. Instead of opening my mouthpiece I shook my head.
"Nnn….n…no !"I spluttered trying to fend off the jet of piddle. Instantly I regretted it as again he kicked my Ball. Again I fell sideways this time landing on my back in a pool of urine gasping. He immediately aimed his stream of prosperous weewee directly into my receptive 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 mild roof of the mouth, into the back of my nozzle."clear your mouth now whore or I'll fucking kick you again !"I didn't have to severalise a third time. I forced my backtalk assailable to accept his current of piss. He filled my rima oris before pinching off the stream."get down !"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 eat up another man's pee.
I was disgusted at the fondness, the sulphurous taste, the smell, everything but I forced it down my throat. I'm sure I could feel it go all the way down into my stomach. Again the watercourse started and again I was made to see it in my backtalk before swallowing the amber flow. Four clip he made me swallow like that before pulling me up by my hair and again forcing his cock deep into my back talk.
This time he wanted to urinate directly into my throat. I felt the disgusting liquid going down and I choked. Again I felt the liquidity rush up my throat into the back 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 arcminute he let me sag sideways to the trading floor where I wrapped my arms around my knees in the fetal 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 site I had gotten myself into. Lying nude, in the foetal office, in a pocket billiards of another man's urine.
After a few moment my skipper was back. Even now it amazes me how quickly I went from being a straight youth who called a man Bryan to a cock sucking, cum swilling, piss drinking, submissive fag who thought of this man as his skipper.
"Get up bitch !"again he dragged me to my metrical unit by my upper arm. He was fully dressed and as he dragged me back through the cottage he thrust my clothes into my weapons system. 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 house 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 water, totally in shock. Looking around I saw a man on the early incline of the road looking at me, lust obvious on his face. I instantly started running down the street. I passed two miss I knew from schoolhouse who pointed and burst into laughter. I was mortified. I ran round off the corner straight into and old couple whose look of disgust I'll never forget branded me with their scorn.
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 discovered that he had kept my boxer shortstop, and even worse had cut the seat out of my denim. I had to walk over a mile abode, reeking of weewee, hair sticking to my head with my hind end on show to anyone who cared to expect.
Ashamed, degraded, debased, defiled and humiliated I walked plate knowing that anyone that saw me could pretend that I had been sucking stopcock, swallowing sperm and drunkenness piss.
When I finally arrived home I sat at my desk in a total state of shock. I was just starting to consider about going to the police force when I heard the email notification sound 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 surprise in store for me.
"hello cum dump, Please see the attached single 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 case you had any whacky theme about going to the law. You are my pecker sucking bitch now whore and if you tell anyone anything I'll put this video on the net, 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 certain enough there it was, the video Indian file from the hidden camera I didn't know anything about. All of it caught it perfect digital var.. As it happens I never did hear from him again. At least not directly. He used my consistency for his own pleasure and just cast me aside.
Looking back now I'm sword lily he did. Without him I'd never have discovered what a worthless shaft suck, cum gulping, pee-pee drinking, prick socket, faggot slut I really am.




The End

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