My get-go Gay Cock.

A true narration, at least as I remember it, although names and places have been changed to protect the um inexperienced person.

I was 21 twelvemonth old and although you've heard it before I really could have passed for lots younger standing only 5'4 tall ( if I stretched myself ) and weighing just under 8 stone. While I'd never had any gay lean I was never very good with girls, that is to say I was fantastic at being champion with them but that is all they ever saw me as. Looking back the few sexual coming upon I'd had with girls were probably pity sex on their division. I wasn't unattractive but I was a decent guy and unfortunately girls like bad boys.
As a answer I was spending yet another night trawling internet chat suite looking for girl in my field. Back then the net hadn't really caught on in a small rural county in southerly England.
So it was that I was searching hopelessly for something that was somewhat uncommon than an fair politician. It was getting former 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 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 like townspeople and it was so rare that you bumped into mortal local he just wanted to say hi.
being a little uninstructed I guess I took him at his discussion. We chatted for an 60 minutes via private messages while also chatting to the room in general. He seemed courteous and openly admitted he was old 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 flock of things, local anesthetic issue of interest, girls, the internet, porn, football.
We got on well and as I said he seemed nice so when he asked if I fancied meeting up for a potable and a New World 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 thrum another Saturday night staring at a figurer screen. We arranged to match outside a pub about 2 miles from my home the postdate afternoon at 4pm.
Not being able to drive 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 distance 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 Boy Orator of the Platte ?"I asked knowing the answer already. This was the number one time we had seen each former, digital camera's not being as mutual then and camera telephone set having not been invented. He was pretty much as I'd expected. OLD. He was my height maybe a slight taller with smooth-spoken hair and about 2 stone overweight. Although in blondness he had a gut it wasn't that big, just a slight bulge.
"Listen I don't really visualise having to shout over the noise in a pub… do you fancy coming back to my topographic point and we can chatter there ? Maybe catch a film or something ?"I hesitated for a moment but I figured ( like most youngsters ) he's old and indispose, I'm youthful and fit… if he tries anything I could ingest him down.
"surely I guess"I said, he smiled in a friendly way and led me back to his car. The drive wasn't far, maybe a knot, 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 local anaesthetic team had wiped the floor with Manchester United. Something that NEVER happened since our local team usually couldn't find their way out of a theme bag.
When we got to his house I looked around, it was a gracious cottage in a quiet cul de sac with views across the estuary to the seaport on the other face. Inside it was as you would expect of a house owned by an aged person. Everything was clean, tidy, with a slim musky olfaction. It reminded me instantly of when I visited my grandparents'house as a child.
"Nice pad"I remarked checking out a paw drawn photographic print on the wall.
"Thanks."He replied"potable ? I've got tea, coffee, lager or orange juice if you prefer"he asked disappearing into the kitchen.
"A lager beer would be skillful"I called back.
"Sure. make yourself at home I'll just be a moment. peg the TV on if you want !"I heard him call back. I followed the hallway along to the life way, sat down on the couch directly opposite the TV and using the remote turned it onto BBC1 to get the terminal of the football results.
A consequence later he joined me passing me a can of Fosters."What were the results ?"
"I only caught the terminal two. Villa lost and the Chelsea Everton plot ended in a haulage"I replied dejectedly.
"never mind checkmate, they'll come good next week. Wan na watch a film ?"
"yeah ok, what have you got ?"
"Er I've got a couple of Robert the Bruce Willis moving-picture show, Top Gun, a duad of others… or there's smut if you want ?"
"You decide"I said, not having much of a porn collecting myself I was secretly hoping he would put on some porno and I wasn't disappointed. I was however slightly surprised when I almost instantly realised it was toilsome core Gay porno.
"You don't mind do you ? I told you that I'm Bi Sexual right wing ?"I was desperately trying to think 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 hour watching the screen before I noticed him rubbing his hammer through his pant. I have to allow in that I was getting hard as well.
He glanced across at me"you don't judgement do you ?"he asked in an easy whole step."you feel justify 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 mo before he reached across and started rubbing my pecker. I was scared. I knew I was in deeper than I could handle but I didn't want to discomfit him andit did sense good. When I didn't resist he took that as an invitation and slipped his manus inside my blue jean to jack off my cock directly. Using his former hand he moved my hand 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 cloggy. Finally he turned to me and said"Take your dress of boi I want you to rifle for me. I know you are randy and a little queer 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 red. So silently I stood up and slowly took off my shirt and dungaree. Standing in front of him in just my packer."Jesus Christ you call that a strip you piteous worm ? subscribe to them all off NOW !"He all but shouted the finish Good Book. I looked down in ignominy, humiliation and embarrassment as I hooked my thumbs into my pugilist and slowly pulled them down till 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 minuscule wooden breast sat against the bulwark. I went over and put my wearing apparel in the thorax, painfully cognisant that as I bent over to put them in the chest he had a complete eyeshot of my ruck up anus. I felt so ashamed and embarrassed as I stood back up.
"Now get your can back over here you pathetic maggot. NO ! On your stifle, I want to see you crawl faggot"I closed my heart against the shame as I dropped to my knee joint and slowly crawled towards him.
"you know I'm not gay Bri…."I tried to get out of this humiliating post.
"Don't founder 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 have intercourse you bitch. This is all your faulting and don't pretend otherwise ! take care at your ridiculous turncock. You got hard watching gay porn and even hard you are diminutive. YOU ARE PATHETIC….what are you ?"
I was so embarrassed 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 knees and naked in front of a man old enough to be my grandfather.
"I asked you a question weakly interacting massive particle. Stop fucking crying and respond me… what are you ?"
"I'm pathetic Bri…"
"You call me Sir or Master… Anything else and I'll kick you in the formal so hard you wont be capable to walk for a calendar month you got that faggot ?"
"y..yy…yess Sir"I stuttered. All the spell looking at the floor so he couldn't see my disgrace.
"good. That's'better. Now take out my putz, like the worthless faggot slut you are"I Swallowed even grand my mouth was as dry as a ivory. Before reaching up and undoing the grip on this pant and undoing the zipper on his fly. He lifted his arse off the sofa so that I could extract off his pant and briefs. He spread his ramification and for the outset sentence up close I saw another man's cock.
looking back now it was at best only average size. But compared to my motherfucker it was immense, at least twice as midst and even half unvoiced it was longer by about half again. It laid along his thigh like a puncture balloon. His wrinkly Ball paper bag hanging low between his legs. I admit I was mesmerized and for a bit I almost forgot my shame.
"closure fucking looking at it you perverted faggot. slug 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 for the first time ball firing. Slowly licking it up and down as a nipper would an ice lolly. Suddenly he reached forward and grabbed the back of my foreland.
"Open your mouthpiece beef"he almost shouted before pulling my headland forward. His huge nut dismissal slipped into my mouth and my nose was buried in his midst musky pubic pilus. His semi but rapidly hardening cock pressed up against my eye."Now sop up adulteress !"I started sucking on his balls taking them deep into my mouth. Using my clapper to swirl them around."That's it bitch, you like that don't you, you pathetic musket ball licking slut."I was horrified to realise that patch ashamed and embarrassed my cock was once again getting grueling and leaking pre cum. I couldn't believe I was getting turned on by this disgusting, tabu 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 knee joint with the balls of a guy almost 3 meter 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 learn how to be a cock sucking faggot slut"he pulled my read/write head forward until the nous of his surd cock hit the backbone of my throat. My heart bulged and I fought desperately against the urge to gag. He released me enough for me to force my chief back about halfway before again pulling me forward, this time a lilliputian bit further.
Before long we had a rhythm method of birth control going on and I was if not willingly than at to the lowest degree 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 slattern I was. All the while I was getting harder and leaking more than and more pre cum ashamed, disgraced and turned on by my debasement.
Maybe it was this initiatory experience but later in life when I finally accepted what ridiculous, perverted, worthless cum garbage dump I am I always looked for new style to be humiliated, degraded and debased. I now love being humiliated and verbally abused and the pity that goes with it.
"That's it bitch, you like having your throat fucked don't you ? You like a real man's putz skull fucking you ? Raping your mouth ? Yeah jade you fucking love the gustatory modality of prick. 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 cell in your belly don't you ?"He shouted as he continued to rape my lip and throat."Oh yeah that's it you fucking bitch"
He suddenly pulled me severe onto his cock and again my middle bulged as his entire distance forced it's way down his throat and again I found my intrude buried in his musky pubic hairsbreadth as he ground his pubic pearl against my face.
Tears were streaming down my face as I struggled to breath or choke around the hard cock that was sealing my windpipe as he held it firm in my gullet. Once, twice I felt his cock spasm 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 alike forever but was probably only a minute or so jet are jet of jizz hit me in the face and haircloth as he emptied his balls.
Totally debased I was horrified when I realised that my stopcock wasn't just leaking pre cum now I too was emptying my nutsack on the laminate storey. My side and haircloth were covered in his sperm, the little that had entered my sassing dribbled out as I struggled to regain my hint. Too shocked, and appalled was I by my sexual violation that I didn't even have the vim to close my mouth.
I felt sordid, used, humiliated, embarrassed and ashamed as I knelt there. I could find his worthless spunk sliding down my side, dripping off of my Kuki-Chin and landing 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 wretched old man had used my mouth for his pleasure, debased and degraded me, humiliated me, forced me to soak up his balls and hammer and by the speech sound of it he barely enjoyed it. Again the binge started to feed."What are you crying for cum wasteyard ? Were you hoping I'd let you fuddle my spunk ?"
"N…n….n.no Sir"I finally sobbed as I felt him abide directly behind me.
"Ha… Not likely, your not that honorable of a cum slut yet. And don't try telling me you didn't like having my rooster in your pharynx squawk 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 storey."You must experience screwing liked it you pathetic piffling cocksucking faggot."
"Pity 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 mess on my fucking flooring you BITCH !"he shouted."And did I fucking say you could jazz cum ?"I was too scared to move from my kneeling position or to look at him so I just looked down at the pool of my sperm on the floor.
"WELL ? !"
"N..no master !"I stammered.
"fucking faggot kick !"He said as suddenly and without warning he kicked me unvoiced in the balls from behind. The pain was incredible and I collapsed sideway clutching and my balls. I was sure I was going to throw up and pass out from the pain in the neck. He just calmly stood over me and watched me crying and holding my contuse and tenderised testis.
"wellspring your fucking clarification that up bitch. Go on cum slut lick it up. I wan na see you drink in your own blinking sperm you lousy faggot cum guzzling bitch."He continued to digest over me."I mean NOW BITCH !"
I let go of my aching balls and bestow forward from where I was laying on my side. Appalled by what I was about to do I adhere out my tongue and slowly licked up my jizz all the while fighting back the urge to be unhinged.
"deglutition it slut !"I took a deep breath and forced myself to swallow. I had to swallow twice as the first clock time it came back up. This was the first clock time I had swallowed anyone's punk. Let unparalleled my own. I hated the salty taste and the slimy texture made me feel sick.
"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. In my naivety I though to myself"Thank god, at least I can get his sperm off me"I was still repulsed by the spirit of it on my skin. Little did I realise how he intended to clean me up.
"Kneel down cum slut"he said, unwilling to risk being kicked in my aching ballock again I instantly dropped to my knees again looking down at the floor this time of the pocket-sized shower cubicle. I saw his feet as he stood directly over me and suddenly I felt a jet of warm liquid hitting the top and cover of my head.
I had thought this couldn't get regretful 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 levels of degradation, adulteration, and humiliation.
"Look up slovenly woman"I forced myself as disgusted as I was to close my eyes and attend up. I felt his piss hitting my brass and running down over my body rising this old wrinkled disgusting man's sperm cell off of me."open air your mouth !"he demanded. I couldn't do this… I just couldn't. Instead of opening my lip I shook my foreland.
"Nnn….n…no !"I spluttered trying to invalidate the jet of piss. Instantly I regretted it as again he kicked my balls. Again I fell sideways this time landing on my back in a pool of pee gasping. He immediately aimed his stream of fortunate urine directly into my unfastened mouth even as I gasped for air.
I felt some go down my wind pipework, I coughed once, twice, and felt the piss shoot past my soft palate, into the cover of my nose."Open your lip now whore or I'll fucking gripe you again !"I didn't have to told a third sentence. I forced my mouth open to take his stream of piss. He filled my mouth before pinching off the stream."sup !"I looked at him in repugnance but I could see in his eyes that he meant it. I couldn't believe it. I was forcing myself to accept another man's urine.
I was disgusted at the warmth, the acrid perceptiveness, the smell, everything but I forced it down my pharynx. I'm sure I could feel it go all the way down into my stomach. Again the stream started and again I was made to catch it in my back talk before swallowing the amber stream. Four sentence he made me bury like that before pulling me up by my hair and again forcing his turncock deep into my oral cavity.
This time he wanted to piss directly into my throat. I felt the disgusting liquid state going down and I choked. Again I felt the liquid kick up my pharynx into the back of my nose. Finally after what seemed like hour trapped in this incubus although in reality it couldn't have been to a greater extent than a few mo he let me sag sideways to the floor where I wrapped my arms around my genu in the foetal stance as he left the way.

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 raw, in the fetal position, in a pool of another man's urine.
After a few instant my master was back. Even now it amazes me how quickly I went from being a straight youth who called a man Bryan to a shaft sucking, cum guzzling, wee-wee imbibing, subservient faggot who thought of this man as his master.
"Get up beef !"again he dragged me to my feet by my pep pill arm. He was fully dressed and as he dragged me back through the bungalow he thrust my wearing apparel into my blazon. Without even allowing me the self-worth ( god knows he'd stripped me of enough of that ) to get dressed he pushed me out the theater still covered in his piss."Fuck off cum trash dump !"he shouted as he pushed me out the threshold.
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 female child I knew from school who pointed and burst into laughter. I was mortified. I ran round the corner straight into and old brace whose flavor of disgust I'll never forget branded me with their scorn.
Finally I came to a row of garage where I was able-bodied to veil long enough to line up. It was only then that I was humiliated to discovered that he had kept my boxer underdrawers, and even worse had cut the seat out of my jean. I had to walk over a stat mi home, reeking of weewee, hair sticking to my head teacher with my arse on display to anyone who cared to calculate.
Ashamed, degraded, debased, defiled and humiliated I walked place knowing that anyone that saw me could judge that I had been sucking rooster, swallowing sperm and drunkenness piss.
When I finally arrived home I sat at my desk in a total land of shock. I was just starting to reckon about going to the police when I heard the email notification auditory sensation on my computer. I looked scared of what I was going to see… somehow instinctively knowing it would be my skipper.
Sure enough it was. He had one cobbler's last surprise in store for me.
"Hello cum dump, Please see the attached Indian file. You'll notification 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 case you had any silly ideas about going to the police. You are my cock sucking squawk now whore and if you tell anyone anything I'll put this television on the cyberspace, and send it to everyone you know ! From now on you are at my beck and birdsong and don't you forget it you worthless cum guzzling faggot slut."
And sure enough there it was, the video file from the veil camera I didn't know anything about. All of it caught it perfect digital anatomy. As it happens I never did get wind from him again. At least not directly. He used my body for his own pleasure and just regorge me aside.
Looking back now I'm beaming he did. Without him I'd never have discovered what a worthless dick suck, cum guzzling, piss boozing, shaft socket, faggot loose woman I really am.




The End

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