Here's part one of my first story of the kind of thing I would like to happen to me. I am working on it.
This is my first attempt at a story so please be patient.
HOTSTUD101 Part one (M/M, raunch, Urination)
I thought it would be fun to log on to the chatroom as a woman. Watching straight men show me their big fat cocks was a big turn on. They didn't know that I was really a dirty cocksucking faggot who loved nothing better than sucking on a ripe shithole and licking the nasty cheese off an uncut dick. Now I'm a good looking guy but I like nothing more than seeing a straight guy on cam or in the bogs showing off his floppy dick.
One night after too much wine and poppers I got all brazen and took it a little further in explaining to `Hotstud101' that after a nasty session watching his cam that I was actually a man.
"What the fuck?" he typed. "UR a fucking faggot and u been pretending to me that you've got a reeking cunt and ass that needs fucked?" he went on.
"Yep, sorry mate." Was all I could muster.
"Well seeing as you're in the same town as me, I think u should meet outside the shopping centre so I can smack your mouth, u dirty fuck. 2pm tomo."
So there it was, what was I gonna do? Meet him and probably get the shit beat outta me?
1.45, I decided to hang around the entrance of the shopping centre, never a good idea considering I live in a low class area and the place is full of junkies and single mothers looking to "borrow" cigarettes whilst pushing their prams with poor, poor babies in all covered in snot, crying their heads off.
Come five minutes to two, I see Mr Hotstud saunter up to the entrance of the centre. What I have I got to lose? Its daylight and he aint gonna punch my lights out.
The guy's standing there looking shifty in light ripped jeans and an old checked shirt, looking pretty hot though. Dirty trainers and unkempt, striking blue eyes and a beautiful Roman nose. This guy was a hot stud indeed.
Fuck it, I think. And wander over to him.
"Alright mate?" I say, kinda sheepishly but without any hint of being a queer.
"Follow me cunt" he replies and sets off into the shopping centre.
Three minutes later he's standing at the urinals in the public toilets. I enter and get beckoned by a nod of his head to stand near to him. I do so and start to take a piss.
As I do this, I see at the corner of my eye, his floppy dick that I've seen so many times start to grow. I'm standing right next to him and watch, wide eyed, as he starts to pull his foreskin back. It's a big fat cock, very brown, with a long foreskin, kinda loose, just the way I like it. He's pulling it back and forth and eventually I see the head as he shows me his helmet. Under his fat head, I see a thick line of smeg, cheesy smelly nasty manstink making its way up to my nostrils. I take a big sniff and get an instant hard on. I've stopped pissing by this time and my own cock is long and stiff and dripping the final fragments of piss into the porcelain bowl.
"You faggot cunt, you fucking want that dirty man's cock in your mouth don't you, you queer boy" he said, not asking but telling me.
"Yep." is all I can muster.
"Take me to your flat then."
We both do the buttons up on our jeans and it's his turn to follow me. I can feel his stare against my back. He doesn't know what he's letting himself in for.
20 minutes later we arrived at my flat, my mouth was dry and my heart was racing. How was looking forward to my pig session with this hot straight guy.
"Nice flat" he says, softening a little. It's make or break time for me, I don't want him to soften up yet. He has to fulfil my fantasy of wanting some faggot homo to suck his cock and lick his dirty hole until they both gleam with my saliva.
I clamp my hand around his crotch while I put my face close to his face, smelling the sweat and unwashed hair from him. He hears me take a deep sniff as he breathes out. I want to breathe his air, feel his sweat, and taste his tang. I begin to squeeze hard on his fat bulge.
He unbuttons his shirt and I see a mass of smooth hair emerge, this guy is beautiful, a stud, and for the time being, he is all mine.
The shirt is thrown onto the floor and he grabs the back of my head roughly, guiding me down to his moist armpits. Grabbing my nape, he positions my nose into his pit.
"Sniff it fucker, that's what a man smells like" he grunts as I get his odour into my lungs, ripe and sharp but with that underlying smell of sex that turns me on and makes my cock start to jump in my jeans.
I take big swipes, tasting his tanginess on the tip of my tongue. I slowly begin to move down, over his chest and start to follow the trail of this man's hair until I am on my knees in front of my prize. I get my nose to follow his musky scent.
Pressing my nose into his crotch, I sense the faint hit of cheese and piss and start to unbutton his jeans whilst he watches me as if he wants this more than anything.
As I peel his jeans back, the smell from him gets stronger and his trunks are damp with old piss and the elements of a hot day combine to mix me a heady cocktail.
"Take my fat cock out, come on, tell me what you think, dirty boy?" he growls at me.
I slowly put my hand down his trunks and grasp his fat sweaty cock, my fingers sliding easily over it, covering them with ripe mans dirt, of toil and trouble. I rub my fingertips over the head of his uncut cock and pull them out quickly to my nose while his eyes close for a moment. I feel his body buckle slightly and he shuffles toward the end of the sofa making me follow his trail, his crotch teasing my face.
"Less of this gay shit" he says impatiently and grabs hold of his cock, fat and long and rubs it over my lips.
"Wet it up, just the tip, come on, taste my fucking salty knob end on your lips"
"Yeah mate, fucking stinks" I say as I part my lips open and put my tongue to his piss slit. I move his hand away and feel the hardness of his big boy cock. I start to get my tongue under his helmet, pulling his foreskin back to enjoy my first feast.
"Clean it, homo. You fucking want my dirty cock. Suck on it, take it all, can you manage my straight cock faggot?"
At that moment, I take it all, all of his fat slimy 9 inch cock down my throat, eagerly helped by him moving his hips around and holding my head firm. He hears me gag and I try to back off a little.
"Fuck that, just take my dick, take it all, you owe me one now and I'm gonna ride your mouth like it's a fucking juicy shithole. That's what's coming soon."
So as I gag and choke on his ever growing dick, my throat starts to loosen, just like my arse does when I get pummelled. He turns my head on it's side on the sofa and starts pumping it ever deeper, pulling it out all the way to see a thick string of gob just at the head of his dick. Then he crams it in with no warning. All the way.
He holds his cock fast in my pussy throat. At a complete standstill. His hands lose their grip on my head as he knows he owns me. I try to look up to him and take in his stink from his bushy pubes.
"Here's something for ya" he whispers, raspily. At that moment, I start to feel a warm wet pressure in my mouth... This fucker is starting to take a piss in my mouth. Slow at first I must start pumping my throat so I can milk his big pipe. Go for it, I think, give me all of your waste. I look up again at him, he can see the surprise in my eyes.
He curls one of his hands past my dick in my jeans down into that sweaty wet place under my balls next to my arsehole. He feels around for my pucker and gets his index finger just a little inside, wiggles it, then takes it out.
Still watching him as I glug down the drink, he puts his finger to his nose and takes a big deep sniff, grunts, puts the finger up his nose then stuffs it hungrily in his mouth.
He's still got his jeans on. Back pocket starts to vibrate... Then ring..
"For fucks sake!" he curses. "It's my fucking bird"
He unhooks his knob from my throat, jumps up, buttons the top of his jeans.
"What is it?" he shouts. "Fucking hell! Ok, ok 20 minutes" He hangs up.
"Gotta go, homo. See you tomorrow at 2, same place."
Fucker picks up his shirt and leaves.
Will be continued...