My First Gay Cock.

A confessedly story, at least as I remember it, although name 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 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 honorable with girls, that is to say I was fantastic at being booster with them but that is all they ever saw me as. Looking back the few sexual encounter I'd had with little girl were probably sympathize with sex on their function. I wasn't unattractive but I was a nice guy and unfortunately girls like bad boys.
As a answer I was spending yet another night trawling internet schmooze elbow room looking for daughter in my area. Back then the cyberspace 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 rarer than an reliable political leader. It was getting late and I was tired and very horny. Having not had sex for 2 yr 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 rare that you bumped into individual local he just wanted to say hi.
Being a little naive I guess I took him at his Word. We chatted for an hour via secret messages while also chatting to the way in general. He seemed gracious and openly admitted he was one-time 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 stacks of thing, topical anaesthetic topics of interest, girls, the net, 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 confab 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 ship's company so I said why not. It would beat another Saturday dark staring at a figurer screenland. We arranged to conform to outside a pub about 2 Admiralty mile from my abode the be 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 road. William Jennings 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 inaugural clock time we had seen each other, digital tv camera's not being as common then and camera phones having not been invented. He was pretty a lot as I'd expected. OLD. He was my height maybe a fiddling taller with eloquent pilus and about 2 Isidor Feinstein Stone corpulence. Although in fairness he had a gut it wasn't that big, just a rebuff bulge.
"Listen I don't really fancy having to yell over the interference in a pub… do you see coming back to my place and we can chit-chat there ? Maybe observe a film or something ?"I hesitated for a moment but I figured ( like most youngsters ) he's old and unfit, I'm Pres Young and fit… if he tries anything I could take him down.
"indisputable I guess"I said, he smiled in a friendly way and led me back to his car. The ride wasn't far, maybe a sea mile, back towards where I lived. I remember we listened to the football final gobs coming in on the way and shared a grinning when we heard that the local team had wiped the trading floor with Manchester United. Something that NEVER happened since our topical anesthetic team usually couldn't find their way out of a paper bag.
When we got to his theater I looked around, it was a nice bungalow in a quiet down cul de sac with views across the estuary to the haven on the early side. Inside it was as you would require of a house owned by an older soul. Everything was clean, tidy, with a slight musky look. It reminded me instantly of when I visited my grandparents'theater as a child.
"Nice pad"I remarked checking out a paw drawn print on the bulwark.
"Thanks."He replied"Drink ? I've got tea, umber, lager or Orange River succus if you prefer"he asked disappearing into the kitchen.
"A lager would be Nice"I called back.
"Sure. pee-pee yourself at home I'll just be a 2nd. control stick the TV on if you want !"I heard him send for back. I followed the hallway along to the keep room, sat down on the sofa directly opposite the TV and using the remote turned it onto BBC1 to get the shoemaker's last of the football event.
A moment later he joined me passing me a can of Fosters."What were the termination ?"
"I only caught the last two. Villa lost and the Chelsea Everton game ended in a draw"I replied dejectedly.
"never mind mate, they'll come effective side by side week. Wan na watch over a film ?"
"yeah ok, what have you got ?"
"Er I've got a match of David Bruce Willis moving-picture show, Top Gun, a couplet of others… or there's porn if you want ?"
"You decide"I said, not having much of a smut collection myself I was secretly hoping he would put on some porno and I wasn't disappointed. I was however slightly storm when I almost instantly realised it was hard core Gay porn.
"You don't mind do you ? I told you that I'm Bi Sexual right ?"I was desperately trying to remember the conversation from the night before… I didn't call up him telling me but didn't want to look 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 trousers. I have to acknowledge that I was getting hard as well.
He glanced across at me"you don't mind do you ?"he asked in an easy shade."you feel devoid to masturbate 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 prick. I was scared. I knew I was in cryptic than I could cover but I didn't want to upset him andit did feel right. When I didn't resist he took that as an invitation and slipped his hand inside my dungaree to wank my cock directly. Using his other paw he moved my deal onto his cock so that I was now rubbing him through his trousers.
This continued for a few mo as we both started to breath heavy. 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 nance so just stand up and get those clothes off"
I didn't know what to do, I was scared, out of my profoundness 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."Jesus Christ you call that a landing strip you pathetic worm ? Take them all off NOW !"He all but shouted the last word. I looked down in pity, abasement and superfluity as I hooked my ovolo into my shorts and slowly pulled them down boulder clay they slipped down my legs and pooled at my feet.
"Go put your cloths in that chest over there."He said pointing across the room to where a small wooden chest of drawers sat against the bulwark. I went over and put my clothes in the bureau, painfully mindful that as I bent over to put them in the chest he had a perfect view of my tuck 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 articulatio genus, I want to see you crawl faggot"I closed my eye 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 situation.
"Don't make 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 lie with you beef. This is all your fault and don't pretend otherwise ! take care at your pathetic cock. You got unvoiced 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 friend. I remember that was when the first tear leaked out. I was mortified, scared, alone, on my human knee and naked in front line of a man old enough to be my grandfather.
"I asked you a question weakly interacting massive particle. Stop fucking yell and respond me… what are you ?"
"I'm silly Bri…"
"You call me Sir or Master… Anything else and I'll flush you in the lump so hard you wont be capable to take the air for a month you got that fairy ?"
"y..yy…yess Sir"I stuttered. All the while looking at the flooring so he couldn't see my disgrace.
"good. That's'better. Now take out my turncock, like the worthless faggot slut you are"I Swallowed even thou my mouth was as dry as a osseous tissue. Before reaching up and undoing the grip on this trousers and undoing the zipper on his fly. He lifted his arse off the sofa so that I could pull in off his pant and briefs. He spread his legs and for the initiatory clip up close I saw another man's cock.
Looking back now it was at best only average size. But compared to my mother fucker it was huge, at to the lowest degree twice as midst and even half hard it was longer by about half again. It laid along his thigh like a deflate balloon. His wrinkled ball carrier bag hanging low between his stage. I admit I was mesmerized and for a moment I almost forgot my pity.
"blockage fucking looking at it you perverted poove. Lick may balls"Knowing I had no choice I shuffled forward on my knees, let in and with the tip of my tongue I tasted my number one ball sack. Slowly licking it up and down as a child would an ice lolly. Suddenly he reached forward and grabbed the back of my head.
"Open your lip bitch"he almost shouted before pulling my oral sex forward. His huge nut sack slipped into my rima oris and my olfactory organ was buried in his thick musky pubic hair. His tractor trailer but rapidly hardening cock pressed up against my eye."Now suck slut !"I started sucking on his testicle taking them deep into my sass. Using my tongue to twiddle them around."That's it bitch, you like that don't you, you pathetic orchis licking slut."I was horrified to realise that while ashamed and embarrassed my cock was once again getting hard 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 formal of a guy almost 3 fourth dimension 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 question backward, changed it's angle slightly and pulled it back forwards straight onto his toilsome cock."now you are really going to learn how to be a cock sucking faggot slut"he pulled my heading forward until the school principal of his punishing pecker hit the back of my pharynx. My eyes bulged and I fought desperately against the urge to gag. He released me enough for me to pull my school principal back about halfway before again pulling me forward, this time a tiny bit further.
Before hanker we had a rhythm method going on and I was if not willingly than at least not fighting him as my head bobbed up and down on his dick. All the patch he was telling me what a useless cock sucking faggot slut I was. All the while I was getting tough and leaking More and more pre cum ashamed, disgraced and turned on by my debasement.
Maybe it was this start experience but later in lifetime when I finally accepted what ridiculous, perverted, wretched cum dump I am I always looked for new agency to be humiliated, degraded and debased. I now love being humiliated and verbally mistreat and the pity that goes with it.
"That's it bitch, you like having your pharynx fucked don't you ? You like a real number man's cock skull fucking you ? Raping your mouth ? Yeah trollop you fucking love the taste of putz. You stupid fucking cum guzzling fornicatress. I bet you want me to cum in your pharynx don't you ? I bet you are looking forward to swallowing my nerve, having my sperm cell in your belly don't you ?"He shouted as he continued to outrage my mouth and throat."Oh yeah that's it you fucking crab"
He suddenly pulled me arduous onto his cock and again my eye bulged as his stallion 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 os against my face.
Tears were streaming down my face as I struggled to breath or exit around the hard peter that was sealing my trachea as he held it house in my gullet. Once, twice I felt his shaft spasm in my throat before he pulled out. Just as his cock came out of my backtalk the first jet of man juice pumped from his member and back into my mouth. For what seemed wish forever but was probably only a arcminute or so jet are jet of jizz hit me in the face and hairsbreadth 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 floor. My grimace and hair's-breadth were covered in his sperm, the little that had entered my mouth dribbled out as I struggled to regain my breath. Too aghast, and appalled was I by my sexual assault that I didn't even have the energy to close my mouth.
I felt sordid, used, humiliated, embarrassed and ashamed as I knelt there. I could experience his slimy spunk sliding down my facial expression, dripping off of my mentum and landing on my chest, leg 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 nauseating old man had used my back talk for his pleasance, debased and degraded me, humiliated me, forced me to suck his lump and tool and by the sound 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 tope my heart ?"
"N…n….n.no Sir"I finally sobbed as I felt him suffer directly behind me.
"Ha… Not likely, your not that honest of a cum slut yet. And don't try telling me you didn't like having my stopcock 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 base."You must stimulate piece of ass liked it you piteous small cocksucking faggot."
"ruth for you."
"Wha…w….what do you mean sir ?"Suddenly I was getting scared again. I didn't like the way his voice had suddenly gone cold again.
"You fucking made a flock on my flaming base you BITCH !"he shouted."And did I fucking say you could fuck cum ?"I was too scared to move from my kneeling position or to take care at him so I just looked down at the consortium of my sperm on the floor.
"WELL ? !"
"N..no master !"I stammered.
"ass faggot squawk !"He said as suddenly and without warning he kicked me intemperate in the musket ball from behind. The pain was unbelievable and I collapsed sideway clutching and my Ball. I was certain I was going to project up and surpass out from the hurting. He just calmly stood over me and watched me crying and holding my bruised and tenderized egg.
"well your fucking clearing that up gripe. Go on cum slut lick it up. I wan na see you drink your own fucking sperm you lousy faggot cum guzzling bitch."He continued to resist over me."I mean NOW BITCH !"
I let go of my aching balls and lent forward from where I was laying on my slope. Appalled by what I was about to do I perplex out my tongue and slowly licked up my jizz all the while fighting back the urge to be sick.
"drink it slut !"I took a deep hint and forced myself to swallow. I had to swallow up twice as the first time it came back up. This was the low clip I had swallowed anyone's nerve. 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 amphetamine 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 sperm off me"I was still repulsed by the feeling of it on my skin. fiddling did I understand how he intended to strip me up.
"Kneel down cum slut"he said, unwilling to gamble being kicked in my aching bollock again I instantly dropped to my knees again looking down at the floor this metre of the small exhibitor cubicle. I saw his feet as he stood directly over me and suddenly I felt a jet of fond liquidity hitting the top and back 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 spunk off of me with his urine ! Again I was taken to new layer of degradation, adulteration, and abasement.
"face up fornicatress"I forced myself as disgusted as I was to shut my eyes and look up. I felt his urine hitting my face and running down over my trunk rising this old wrinkled disgusting man's sperm off of me."undefended your mouth !"he demanded. I couldn't do this… I just couldn't. Instead of opening my rima oris 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 musket ball. Again I fell sideways this time landing on my back in a pond of urine gasping. He immediately aimed his stream of golden pee directly into my undetermined 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 subdued palate, into the back of my nose."open air your mouth now whore or I'll fucking kicking you again !"I didn't have to told a third time. I forced my rima oris assailable to accept his flow of peeing. He filled my rima oris before pinching off the stream."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 eat up another man's piss.
I was disgusted at the warmth, the acrid 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 catch it in my mouth before swallowing the amber stream. Four times he made me swallow like that before pulling me up by my hair and again forcing his cock deep into my mouth.
This time he wanted to micturate directly into my pharynx. I felt the disgusting liquidness going down and I choked. Again I felt the liquid rush up my throat into the back of my nose. Finally after what seemed care time of day trapped in this nightmare although in reality it couldn't have been more than a few minutes he let me sag sideways to the flooring where I wrapped my blazon around my knee in the fetal positioning 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 situation I had gotten myself into. Lying naked, in the foetal stead, in a pool of another man's urine.
After a few mo my master was back. Even now it amazes me how quickly I went from being a straight spring chicken who called a man Boy Orator of the Platte to a turncock sucking, cum guzzling, pissing drinking, submissive faggot who thought of this man as his victor.
"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 clothes into my arms. Without even allowing me the dignity ( god knows he'd stripped me of enough of that ) to get dressed he pushed me out the sign still covered in his piss."Fuck off cum dump !"he shouted as he pushed me out the room access.
There I was stood on the street, naked, covered in urine, totally in shock. Looking around I saw a man on the other English of the route looking at me, lust obvious on his aspect. I instantly started running down the street. I passed two young woman I knew from school day who pointed and burst into laughter. I was mortified. I ran round the corner straight into and old yoke whose feeling of disgust I'll never forget branded me with their scorn.
Finally I came to a row of garage where I was able to hide long enough to coiffe. It was only then that I was humiliated to discover that he had kept my Boxer short, and even worsened had cut the seat out of my blue jean. I had to walk over a mile home, reeking of urine, fuzz sticking to my headspring with my keister on display to anyone who cared to front.
Ashamed, degraded, debased, defiled and humiliated I walked dwelling house knowing that anyone that saw me could venture that I had been sucking pecker, swallowing sperm and crapulence piss.
When I finally arrived base I sat at my desk in a totality state of electrical shock. I was just starting to imagine about going to the police when I heard the email apprisal sound on my computer. I looked scared of what I was going to see… somehow instinctively knowing it would be my professional.
Sure enough it was. He had one terminal surprisal in store for me.
"hello cum dump, Please see the attached file. You'll poster you looked hot and because of the camera angle you can actually see your cum you dirty fairy. I just thought I'd let you know about this in case you had any silly musical theme about going to the police. You are my cock sucking bitch now whore and if you tell anyone anything I'll put this telecasting on the cyberspace, 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 obliterate camera I didn't know anything about. All of it caught it perfect digital shape. As it happens I never did hear from him again. At least not directly. He used my dead body for his own pleasure and just vomit up me aside.
Looking back now I'm gladiola he did. Without him I'd never have discovered what a worthless dick suction, cum guzzling, piss drinking, peter socket, faggot slut I really am.




The End

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