Author's Note: This story turned out to be very popular so here is a sequel for those who enjoyed the first one.
WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic sex between consenting males. If you are offended by such material, or are under the legal age of consent to read such material, please do not read any further. All persons and events depicted in the following story are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to those living or dead is purely coincidental. * * *
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Cocky Twink - Part 2 by Mikey Mark
It wasn't until the next day before I realized that we had not exchanged phone numbers or even our names. I felt like an idiot.
I imagined that I would likely never see him again. He was just another one night stand, a brief pleasure in the night and soon to be forgotten, like a wet dream. So after a couple of weeks, the intense memory of that night began to fade a bit and my life returned to the normal routine.
Not long after, I got together with a good friend of mine and we had dinner at some expensive restaurant. We both shared a passion for hot young twink type guys, so we often talked about our experiences. I wanted to talk about that cocky young twink that I met at the bar a few weeks before, and maybe ask him for some advice.
I felt so confused and freaked out by what happened. I was okay with being gay as I had learned how to accept that long ago. Fucking cute young twinks wasn't so different than fucking cute young girls. It always felt just so natural and easy to do. You buy them drinks, you seduce them, take them home, they suck your cock and then you fuck them and then they go home. That's the way the hookup game goes and I had always loved playing that game.
But that cocky young twink totally turned the tables on me and dominated me with his big cock and brazen attitude. He punked me and made me his bitch. And I got off on it. He fucked my ass like a wild animal and I was begging for more, like a horny bitch in heat. It was so weird, almost surreal experience. I could barely even admit to myself that it happened, that I actually did it and let myself be used like that. I was so embarrassed about it, that I found that I couldn't bring myself to tell my closest gay friend about it.
So we just kept chatting on about that cute busboy hovering in the background while we were dining, or the sexy college boy my friend was dating. We talked about pretty much everything except the one thing I desperately wanted to talk about, but couldn't. I was just too embarrassed to admit to the actual details of what happened and what I had done - even to my best friend.
In order to get my life back under control, I spent a few nights watching some of my favorite hot videos and jerking off. Watching some cute young twinks getting fucked by hot looking muscular dudes with big cocks. That always got me going. Or some little white twink gangbanged by a bunch of big black cocks. That was fucking hot.
Then I called up a bunch of my friends and made a series of lunch, dinner and movie dates, just to keep me busy. I even called up one of my favorite fuck buddies, a cute twink with dirty blond hair and a sweet bubble butt. He came over, we had a beer and he sucked my cock. Then we went to the bedroom and he stripped off his clothes, laid on my bed and spread his legs. He loved to get fucked. I climbed between his legs but my dick was only half-hard and I couldn't get it in him.
I jerked myself off starring at this cute boys butt laying in front of me, but my cock just wouldn't cooperate. It felt so weird. After a while, I just gave up and we ended up doing a 69 and sucked each other. My cock got hard in his mouth no problem there. I really got into sucking his cock - I don't think I'd ever sucked him off before then. When I felt him squirting his cum in my mouth, that put me over the edge and I shot my load.
The next few weeks were a blur of social activities with various friends. One Sunday I had brunch with a lesbian couple I used to be close friends with. We sat on a nice sunny patio and drank bloody caesars for hours. When I left there I walked down the street to a Starbucks to buy a coffee before taking taxi back home.
So I'm standing in line at Starbucks and its only the middle of the afternoon, but I'm half-drunk and feeling real good. That's when I heard it.
"Nice ass"
The comment came from directly behind me, so I turned around to look.
It took me a couple of seconds to realize that it was the skinny young twink I met at the bar - the 'cocky twink' as I tended to call him since I didn't know his name. Holy shit.
He smiled at me, in that cocky way he had. He was dressed like some teenage skater, even had a skateboard with him. Woolen hat, a couple of layers of t-shirts and low-slung sagging jeans, with a generally slovenly appearance. Damn. He made my knees weak. Thankfully, the 'barista' came to my rescue and asked for my order, so I turned away from him and ordered my coffee.
Skater twink leaned in and ordered a coffee latte, and told her that our orders were together. When she brought the coffees, he took his and left me to pay for them.
He was sitting in one of the comfy chairs by the window. I just stood there looking at him. I had butterflies in my stomach. He looked way younger now than when I first met him. I figured he had to have been at least 19 to get into the bar, but he sure didn't look it sitting there with his skateboard and latte. He looked more like some high school kid. I debated whether I should just walk out the door right then. I figured that was the best thing to do.
But I didn't. Like a moth drawn to a flame, I took a seat in the comfy chair beside him with my coffee. I even introduced myself. He smiled and said, "nice to meet you Mike" and that was it. He didn't offer his own name, so that was a bit weird. I didn't know how to deal with him or what to say.
"You want me to fuck ya again, don't ya?"
I nearly spit out my coffee. Some of it came out my nose and scrambled for a napkin. He seemed to find that pretty funny.
"So, do ya wanna get fucked or not?"
He had a fairly soft voice, but he was talking loudly. I looked around and some guy sitting alone and writing in a notebook was looking at me and smiling. I was blushing with embarrassment.
This was just like the first time. That cocky little twink was brutal with the questions. And he just kept sitting there looking at me, with that innocent and sexy grin on his face.
I stammered with my words. I tried to think of reasons to say "no", but I guess the fact that I was sitting down with him and that I didn't walk out the door already showed what my answer was going to be even before he started with the dreaded questions.
So I swallowed my pride, took a deep breath and said it, "yeah".
"I can't hear you"
"Yes" I spoke clearly that time, and even looked him in the eye when I said it.
"Yes what?"
I sighed in exasperation and embarrassment. "Yes, I want to get fucked again. Okay?" I was looking down at the floor, at his shoes, the chair legs. It took a lot of willpower for me to say that. It was true, but I didn't like to have to admit it, certainly not sitting in a Starbucks cafe.
"You must really love my big cock."
He said that pretty loud and I turned bright red. The air felt stuffy and heavy in there. I wanted to go outside and get away. People were looking over at us - and me.
"Can we go outside please?" I asked him, though I fear my voice made it sound like I was pleading with him. I guess I was.
"Sure, lets go."
With that, I followed him outside into the sunshine. It felt good to be away from the starring eyes in the cafe. Once outside, he dropped his skateboard down and hopped on it. It made him almost as tall as I was walking beside him.
"I just live down this street."
So I followed him a few hundred yards to a rundown small apartment block. We took the elevator up and into a small and messy bachelor apartment. There was a young guy sitting in his underwear playing a video game. He had a mop of curly dark hair and looked a bit nerdy wearing glasses, but he was kind of cute. He didn't pay any attention to us at all and kept playing his game.
I wondered if he was a room-mate, boyfriend or buddy. Either way, it all seemed a bit awkward. I was still a bit freaked out at myself for even being there.
"Take your clothes off."
Shit. No wasting any time, just straight to it. I glanced at the nerdy dude but he didn't even look up from his game. The cocky twink was standing in front of me rubbing his crotch. I could see the size of his bulge. He was grinning at me and looking all cute and sexy.
"Do it."
So I stripped off my clothes. Socks and underwear last of all. My cock was hard as a rock. He just stood there looking at me and smiling. He slowly unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. He stroked it a few times and then took a step closer to me. His cock was fully hard now - and right next to mine. I looked down at our two cocks.
"Mine's way bigger than yers."
He was grinning at me. The bastard. It was just like before.
"Get on yer knees and suck my big cock. Ya know ya want it."
He was acting just as much of a cocky asshole as he was the first time. But I couldn't stop myself from getting on my knees and taking that big piece of meat in my mouth. It tasted so good.
I sucked the head and stroked the thickness of the shaft. I licked his balls and then went back to work on his cock. I took about half of his length in my mouth and started bobbing back and forth on it and holding his hips to steady myself. That was when I felt his hands on the back of my head. Oh gawd. I cringed as he told me that I was such a good cocksucker.
Then he started pulling my face down further on his cock. He was still wearing his sagging jeans with his cock sticking out of his fly so I ended up with his belt buckle in my forehead and my nose nestled inside his fly and damn near choking to death in the process.
"You were born to cock suck."
After that, he pulled back and then started doing the face-fucking thing again. When he pulled his cock out of my mouth, I was a mess of slobber, drooling saliva and dripping precum - and a sore forehead.
"Lay down on the bed."
I did what he told me to do. I knew what was going to happen next. I both wanted it and feared it. I watched him undress out of the corner of my eye. He was such a skinny little fucker that his dick looked absolutely huge in proportion.
Then I felt a cool squirt of liquid on the crack of my ass and then a finger in my butthole. I was laying face down. I quivered with excitement and spread my legs a bit. More lube and two fingers. I couldn't stop myself from moaning.
"You wanna get fucked, don't ya?"
"Yeah"
"Yeah what?"
"I want you to fuck me. Please." I wanted it so bad my voice was trembling. The thought that his buddy/roomie/boyfriend was sitting fifteen feet away listening to this going on had me blushing with embarrassment. It was hard enough to admit to these questions to myself without having some dude I didn't even know hearing me say all this crazy stuff.
"I can't hear ya."
Bastard made me repeat it. Three times. He kept saying he couldn't hear me. I could hear the nerdy guy laughing in the background.
He asked me "is this what ya want?" when he poked the head of his cock inside me. I couldn't really answer him under the circumstances. Then he did the same thing as before and pulled it out quickly and then put it back in again. He repeated that a few times until I was hyper-ventilating and trying to beg him to go slow at the same time. I think it might have sounded like I was singing - or barking like a dog.
"Spread yer legs wider bitch."
It made me cringe when he said stuff like that. It made me feel like I was just a warm wet hole for him to stick his dick into. And with a bit of effort and patience, that's exactly what he did.
Once he had about half of his cock inside me I started chewing on the pillow-case and gripping the mattress with white knuckles. He leaned forward until he was laying on top of me and started kissing the back of my neck. Damn that felt good. Little bastard knew what he was doing. I could feel my body relax and the full length of his cock slide the rest of the way inside me.
With his big fat cock inside me all the way, he started to fuck me again. He pulled me up onto all fours so he could fuck me doggy-style. He went slowly at first, then faster and harder. The bed was bouncing around and his hips were slapping up against my ass so we were making a hell of a lot of noise. I was really getting into it and could feel the beginning of my orgasm tingling in the distance. I was getting close. Then he stopped and pulled out. I nearly went nuts. I looked frantically back over my shoulder to see where he went.
"If you want my cock, you can fuck yerself."
I was on all fours so I just backed up a bit until my ass bumped into his cock. I had to wiggle my butt around to get it lined up with my hole and when it was, I pushed back until it was deep inside me. It hurt so good. I loved the feeling of fullness, the way my whole body felt stretched out with his cock.
"Do that again"
I had to slide forward until his cock slipped out and then back up to be penetrated again. I kept going until he was balls deep again.
"Again"
Oh shit. He slapped my ass for emphasis, so I did it. Each time his cock slipped out, I felt completely empty and then when it pushed back in, it sent a shock-wave throughout my whole body. He made me do that over and over like a dozen times. I was practically delirious when he finally let me stay on his cock. The he started slapping my ass and telling me to fuck myself.
"You are such a cock hungry bitch"
So I rocked back and forth on his cock as fast as I could. He would keep slapping my ass and telling me to go faster. His cock slipped out and I just slammed my ass right back on it and kept going. I kept fucking myself on his cock so frantically I was sweating and panting and grunting like crazy. I fucked his cock so hard that I made myself cum like that, totally hands-free, squirting my cum all over the bedsheets.
Once I shot my load, I pretty much collapsed on the bed. I was too exhausted to keep going like that.
"What the fuck? I haven't cum yet. Get back to work bitch!"
He was slapping my ass like crazy, so I got back up on all fours and pushed my ass back towards his cock. It slipped in easily and I started rocking back and forth again on his cock. My body was like mush, my muscles felt so weak. I just wanted to relax after shooting my load, but there I was fucking myself like a bitch on his big fat cock. My poor butthole was getting stretched all out of shape every time his cock slipped out and slammed back inside.
Eventually he came inside me. I had to really work for it. I guess I got a bit of a second wind, because I had the bed rocking and bumping the wall pretty good.
When he was finished leaking sperm up my ass, he pulled out and got up beside the bed. I looked over at him. I could see a drop of cum still dripping from his big cock waving in front of him.
"I'm finished. You can go now."
With that, he went into the bathroom and I could hear the shower running. I had never felt so completely used in my entire life. But damn, that was good. I was so fucked I could barely stand up.
Nerdy dude was just sitting there on the couch looking at me. He had a big grin on his face. I guess so.
I gathered up my clothes and got dressed. I still didn't know his name. Before I left I asked nerdy dude if I could borrow a pen and paper. I wrote my phone number for him. Then I added "please call me".
I felt really pissed at myself for doing that. It made me sound like a desperate and wimpy fag. I left the note and headed out the door with a sore ass and cum dripping down the inside of my leg.
I hope he calls me.