Chapter 1
I wasn't a bit gay. Honest. It had never even been on my radar. Yet there I was, leaning over Mark's lap, about to slide his cock into my mouth. I licked my lips and opened up...it was big and I stretched my mouth down over it, finally letting my lips and tongue settle down on it. I held it for just a second and then began to slowly, gently, bob up and down on him, I didn't want my teeth to scrape so I was careful. But after a few moments I actually began to suck. I heard Mark let out a soft groan and his hand was on the back of my head. "Mmmm..." I let out a little moan myself, partly out of discomfort and partly out of...my god it was partly out of pleasure. How in the hell did I get to this point?
I was 16 and working at my first job, Mark was the assistant manager. I think he was just done with college, there was a local junior college that a lot of the older guys went to. So he was maybe 20. He seemed a lot older. He was bigger than me and had a ponytail. He was cool--everyone liked and respected him. He set the schedule and closed when the boss had days off. I had no inkling at all of his sexual tastes, I assumed he was straight like me. And to be honest, maybe he was. Maybe he was a lot more straight than me. After all, I was the one who would end up sucking him off, not the other way around. I worked in the spring and summer and loved it. So many firsts--my first real job, my first older friends, my first beer. I drove to work almost every day and loved my job at the mall movie theatre. It gave my teenage ego a huge boost. I was honored and happy to go out for a couple beers after work with the older guys, who gave me a fake ID. I was having a great time. And when Mark asked me if I wanted to go have a beer and cruise around after work I said yes with no hesitation. The first time we just parked and drank a couple beers and then went home. We talked and it was awesome to hang out with him. The next time we parked, things took a turn.
It started with Mark talking about sex. And how horny he was. I laughed and joked around, I mean what did I know? I was a virgin but I wasn't going to admit that. For me, the entirety of my sex life was jacking off to Playboy and sneaking a look at a the porn tapes my dad had. I had never come close to a girl, but I knew what to do. I thought I did anyway. Mark kept going on about sex... "If I could just get off it would be great," he said and kind of looked at me.
I asked him what he did when he got super horny, and he said he tried to get a girl to, you know, "blow him." I laughed, "Well good luck" I said, or something like that.
"You could help me," he said. Just like that. Then he asked if I had ever had a blow job. I admitted I had not. I remember there was a pause and although I was a little weirded out by the conversation, it did not occur to me what he was driving at until he tugged at his crotch. I could see the outline of his cock in his slacks. He then unsnapped and unzipped his pants, making my eyes widen. I think I froze. Was he going to pull out his cock? And before I could think, out it came. He was circumsized and bigger than me, that was obvious. I was always kind of self-conscious of the fact that I had kind of a needle-dick. Thin and not very long but close to average I supposed. Mark, on the other hand, was thick and as his cock sprang out it wobbled, not yet hard but already sticking up higher than mine ever would.
I was shocked. I should have just opened the door to the car and bolted. Or told him to get the fuck out. But I was kind of stoked to be there with him and he was so cool, and what went through my mind was all that kind of of stuff. I just sat there for a second and I felt butterflies in my stomach. Sucking him off didn't really register in that moment. But it became obvious that was what he wanted when he brought his hand up and put in on the back of my neck. He squeezed it lightly a couple of times but he kept it there, holding my head in place as he looked me right in the eye. I lowered my gaze to his crotch, where his cock now stood erect. It curved and I remember just staring at it. He was holding it at the base but he let go of it and moved his seat back. His cock didn't move. It was rock hard. What the hell. What in the holy hell? I shook my head as best I could with his grip on the back of my neck and said "No" but my voice was weak and when I said it again it just kind of trailed off to a soft whisper.
"It's no big deal," he said, "I'm just so horny...I won't tell a soul. No one." I looked back up at him as if to confirm that this would be our secret. "Come on...come on." And that is all he said. Come on--and damned if I didn't just lean over and...before I had a lot of time to think about it, his cock was sliding in and out of my mouth. It was warm. It was hard. It was big. I was ashamed, for sure...but I still kept going. I kept sucking and he began to take more control, holding my head and pushing down. I gagged a couple times and his cock was soon slick with my saliva. He fiddled with the seat, laying further back. I looked at him and was ashamed. Very humiliated. I was sucking Mark's cock! And he put my head back down on his pecker and began to move it for me, faster and deeper, I moaned and kind of tried to pull off of him but he kept a hold of my head and then both hands were on me and it was clear he was using my mouth to jack himself off. I took comfort in this thought for a moment. This wasn't gay this was just one guy using another to get off. That's all.
It wasn't long before it happened. He began to groan and stiffen and his breath sucked in and he went faster and faster and deeper and deeper until his cock pulsed and shot cum into the back of my mouth. It was was so warm! It filled up my mouth and he just kept bouncing my mouth up and down, up and down, cum and more cum. Finally he held it very deep and very still. I reflexively swallowed some of his cum but a lot of it was coming out and running down into his crotch. I am ashamed to admit that I did tighten my lips around his shaft. I was definitely disgusted that Mark had just used me and shot his load into my mouth but I was also a little relieved that it was over and there was a tiny bit of excitement. I had just sucked Mark off! I did want to please him. I have to admit that. It did occur to me. I think thats why my lips and mouth tightened and I bobbed a couple times up and down on my own when it was over. I did do that. I got some more cum in my mouth and I swallowed a second time. It was hot and salty and gross.
I quickly pulled off as he groaned deeply and I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and tried to get the taste of sperm out of my mouth. That just made cum smear all over my sleeve and cheek and I sat up and took my beer outside and cleaned up more, swishing beer and spitting. But in the end, I got back in the car next to him as he sat up and started the car, thanking me. He told me I gave good head. I told him I never had done anything like that before. It was just a minute later he dropped me off at my car and said good night. I was kind in a fog and my stomach was turning. What the hell...what the holy hell? My mind was a jumble as I drove home. I was ashamed and kind of in a panic. What if someone found out? What if he tells everyone? Did I just really suck Mark's cock? What if he wants me to again? Did I like sucking on him? Am I gay? What am I going to do? I didn't sleep well that night. And it was not over, me and Mark.
Chapter 2:
I avoided Mark like the plague after the blow job. I was haunted by it for days and weeks and worried about people finding out, but nothing changed at all. I got more comfortable with it. I knew I wasn't gay, I just chalked it up to a one time thing. I tried anyway. The thing was, I still liked Mark. He was still cool, I couldn't avoid him at work forever and when we did hang out up at the cash register or at the ticket stand things were fine. If anything, he treated me better, treated me more as an equal, which boosted my teenage self-esteem. A couple times he did ask if I wanted to hang out, but I didn't want to have to to suck his cock again. But I began to hedge a bit. Maybe we could just hang out, nothing else. Of course, I was a little shy. I lacked self-confidence to assert myself or set boundaries. I ending up hanging out with him again and and just hoping that I didn't have to suck his dick. But of course, the first time after we got together after that he managed to get me alone and it was instantly obvious he had designs on me. He touched my neck and cheek and got super close and kind of pulled me aside in his garage (we met after work with some other co-workers). Soon the crowd thinned out and I wanted to leave but he coaxed me into his house and without really realizing it, we were alone. He acted casual when I asked where everyone else went.
"They must have gone home. I think a bunch went over to Brian's place, his folks are gone. You want to go there?" I did but I didn't want to get back in his car. So I tried to leave but he had some new music we had talked about so I went with him into the kitchen and then the living room to find it. But we ended up in his bedroom to play it. Oh boy. Now I was alone with him in his room. And he rubs my shoulders and has me sit on the bed. And then, of course, he pulls me to him and starts kissing me. It was, in my opinion, grosser than when I sucked him off. I hated his lips and the stubble and his tongue was in my mouth. I pulled away as much as I could but he was pretty strong and he kind of just kissed me and frenched me whether I wanted it or not. I struggled but not so much as to make a scene. He didn't say anything, He just kind of slid me off the side of the bed so I was on my knees in between his legs.
For some reason I didn't run or say anything as he slid his zipper down and produced his large, stiffening cock. It curved up out of his pants and in the better light of his bedroom I could see his big head and the vein and it was right below my chin, with pubic hair running up to his stomach. He pushed his pants down further which I don't know how he managed, since he was holding me in place at the same time.
Now I had a decision to make. I looked at his face and he was staring down at me while he pulled the cock up and rubbed it gently on my face. He ran it across my nose and lips and I could feel the heat. Was I going to do this again? Why? I honestly don't know why except there was a part of me that must have liked something about it.
He finally said something about how good I was at it last time and my mouth kind of reflexively parted and took the tip in. I closed my eyes and held the shaft as I slid the whole head in and started sucking again. I couldn't believe it but I figured what the hell. I did it once and it seemed like no one knew so maybe just one more time. I sat up a little on my knees to get comfortable and I started to suck his cock. Back and forth, with my mouth wetting his cock, I sucked. I would glance up and see him watching me, his hand helping guide me, little moans and sighs. Mmmm...I groaned myself. I felt under and took hold of his balls, pulling them and drawing a deeper moan from him. He didn't take very long. I suppose I was down there five minutes at most.
My jaw was a little sore and I gagged a couple times but mostly I just tried to keep good suction and speed and get him off. And boy did he get off. When he tensed and his cock throbbed it fired a very large, very hot jet of sperm into my mouth. I must admit. I kind of liked it when he came. I knew it was over and I knew I did a good job. I barely stroked him. I just sucked hard and fast and I kept going until his cock stopped spurting and my mouth was so full of cum and saliva you could hear when I gulped it down. I didn't think that much about swallowing. I was too naive to know whether I should swallow or spit. I just did what came natural and swallowed his load. There was no going back now. I had pretty much willingly sucked off Mark a second time and swallowed his cum to boot. And I didn't hate it. In fact I had a raging hard on, which surprised me.
When I cleaned up we talked a little bit and he started feeling my rear end, like I was a girl. But he ignored the bulge in my pants, which quickly went down, and I was happy to get out of there. I had feelings all over the place. He was a forceful guy, and I was a shy insecure kid 3 years younger. He was taking advantage of me and getting me to suck his dick, I knew this. But I wasn't fighting it hard at all. I was totally confused and wondered when it would happen again.
Chapter 3:
I thought about quitting my job. I had to. I couldn't keep going like this--I was down on my knees in the projector booth, Mark's pants were bunched at his ankles and I was bobbing and sucking, bobbing and sucking his big penis. My mouth was stretched and sore and my eyes were tearing up from choking when he would try to force it down my throat. But I kept at it, squeezing his balls and pulling them down to get that big dick tight. He was big and thick to begin with but when he swelled in my mouth I knew what was coming...I paused and held the big smooth head in my mouth and nursed like a baby, moaning when he erupted, flooding my mouth with cum. I swallowed it and licked and sucked his cock some more, cleaning it from the hairs on his shaft to the sensitive tip. There was no denying it. I loved it. On some gay level I loved serving that big cock, and I was hard in my pants to prove it. But I had to get out. He stood and put his hand on my head as he gathered up his pants and began to buckle everything back up. I don't remember what he said, my ears were ringing and my mouth tasted like his sperm. My lips were sore. I just had to quit. I had followed him upstairs to the booth and he pretty much made me suck him off. Before that he had squeezed both cheeks really hard and lifted me off the ground. It was getting out of hand.
Over the next few weeks he just made me into his boy more and more. On one level I liked the attention...I could go where he went, we hung out, that part was fun, it was like I had this cool best friend. But he put his hands on me way too much when people were not looking, and it was sexual. His hand on my butt, rubbing my neck, kissing me hard. That was gross, but like everything else I was kind of getting used to it. Thank god it wasn't very often.
I don't remember my fourth blow job. After a while it was a blur. I know I sucked him off a lot at work. Every single time he closed, which was 2-3 nights a week, I was there also, on my knees, servicing him in the office or up in the booth. We had our car rides and I always went down and did my job then, and when no one was around he took me into his room in his parent's house and I sucked his cock there. Oh it was for sure a daily or nightly thing. I was getting pretty damn good at sucking on his penis and swallowing his cum. I took every drop of semen Mark produced. I was his personal cocksucker. The thing is, there was nothing like it. A big thick cock, so warm, and shooting cum that was even warmer. It was so hot in your mouth it was addictive. And then it kind of grew into more. Ouch.
Chapter 4:
Up the ass. I knew where we were headed. Mark was going to fuck me up the ass. He would grab my ass and squeeze it really hard, or smack it, or caress it gently, but the longer we were together the more physical things were getting back there.
We were back in his room one night and I was blowing him, and we were both on the bed, and his hands roamed down to my ass, which was becoming more regular. His hand slipped into my pants and he sort of worked them down and pulled on me and hunched me up so I could keep sucking him while he had access to my rear end. He ran his hands over my cheeks and his fingers started brushing my taint and my anus. I sucked as hard as I could...I didn't want his hard cock in my ass. For one, he had a really big cock and I was a virgin, and for two, any shred of manhood left would be gone if Mark started bending me over and fucking me up the ass.
So I sucked as hard as I could to try and get him off. But I think maybe he thought I liked it, because from that point on, if he could, he would start fingering me when I sucked him off. Eventually out of nowhere he produced a little bottle of KY and the penetration started. His finger felt weird but not painful. He would just pump it and rub around in my ass while I blew him. I wimpered "no" of course and clinched up but it didn't matter, nothing stopped him. Soon I just accepted that my ass was to be fingered from time to time. If it stopped there, well okay. But it didn't.
We were in the booth upstairs, we were alone, he had been handling me a lot that night and after closing up we went upstairs and down I went. I was on my knees contentedly nursing on that fat pecker, my eyes closed, really enjoying the feel of the cock in my mouth knowing I was going to make him cum in a couple of minutes. My hands gently squeezed his balls and thighs. He then picked me up by my arms which surprised me. He leaned me over the big desk and pulled some baby wipes out and cleaned off his cock...before cleaning my crack and asshole. Oh shit...was this really going to happen. I was not ready for it. He squeezed and enjoyed my meaty teen cheeks and he squirted lube on his finger and slid it into me, making my back arch as I threw my head back and gasped at the intrusion. After a few moments he pulled out and put more lube on. No...this can't happen, I thought. I raised up and looked back at him and his rock hard cock--which stuck straight up behind me as he slicked it up with lube and wiped his hands.
"Mark I don't know..." I started to say but he cut me off.
"I will be gentle." But his voice was stern and so was his gaze.
"Bend over and get your butt in the air." He repeated it when I looked at him, not believing he was going to fuck me in the ass.
"BEND OVER." And he pushed on me and I did it. I bent over. Oh my God...I bent over for him.
I spread my legs a little and I raised up a bit, my pink asshole turned up and open to him. I will never forget it. His hard cock, hot through the lube, pushed and rubbed on my anus. It was thick, too thick to get in...ohhhhhhh! He pushed forward firmly and began to cleve into my ass. He was gentle, but only to a point...he was pushing firmly into me, drawing sounds from me I can't quite describe. Ahhhh...unnngggg...ohhhh...Nothing that thick or big had ever penetrated my body. My anus was stretched painfully wide. It hurt but I took deep breaths as he took my anal cherry. He paused and then with his hands on my hips controlling me, he slid the rest of his penis into me. He was painfully deep and my stretched ring was gripping the base of his shaft as his pubes mashed against me. I could feel it. I could feel him fully inside of me.
I panted and put my head down... "Ohhhhhnnnnnnnngghh. Maarrrrk you're up my ass...Maaarrrk! No... Maaaarrrkkk....fuck you're bigggg...it's so deeeep!" I moaned his name and groaned loudly when he pushed it deep.
And then he began to really fuck me. Sliding out, there was a tickle feeling that made my toes curl, and then a hard push back in which took my breath away as I grunted. Over and over during the next couple of minutes Mark pushed in and out of me, gripping my hips and picking up speed and intensity until I was sure I was going to be permanently hurt. Deep into my guts he pumped now...I could hear his moans and sounds of pleasure. "So tight...such a nice little ass. I'm going to fill you up. I'm going to fuck your ass and fill you up...You want my cum up your ass boy?"
The dirty talk turned me on but all I could do was close my eyes and moan. He was full force ass-fucking me. He swelled...he paused...and then he pumped my bowels full of semen. He came as loud and as hard and as forceful as he could. He crushed me against the desk and roared. He was a man...taking his woman. I was his woman...a pussy who had just taken his man's hot load inside. I whimpered as he withdrew ... I felt wide open and my anus felt strange and tingled. There was pleasure I could not deny. I was hard. I was sore. I was humiliated. Mark gave my ass a hard slap on each cheek. "That's my boy...that's my girl"...he chuckled, mocking me. He pulled up his clothes. I could hear him behind me but I laid there in a state of shock and pain and knowing I was never going to be the same. Slowly I straightened up and pulled my pants up, feeling the loose asshole and the dripping cum from just being fucked hard in the ass. "Oh Godddd," I said. Mark put his arm around me and told me to wait for him downstairs. He finished up and came down later and gave me a ride home like nothing happened.
Chapter 5
Mark gave me a magazine article about how to take care of my rectum and how to keep my ass ready for anal sex. I was mortified. "What?" I asked meekly, "You want me to do this...when? All the time? Or..." He interrupted me with a wave. "All the time, girl. Always have your ass ready for your Daddy. Understand?" I sighed but nodded. He called himself "Daddy." What is that about? The stuff in the article was about taking care of your backdoor and enemas and holy cow it was ridiculous. What was I doing? What had I gotten myself into?
I wanted to leave, to run, to quit. But there was a part of me that was a submissive girl to my alpha male. There was a part of me that was getting something from being dominated and servicing Mark. There was a part of me that wanted to call him Daddy. And so I did what he said. I followed the instructions and I kept my anal passage ready for his pleasure when he so desired. Which was fairly regularly as it turned out. Thank goodness he still mainly was satisfied by being sucked off because his big cock left me sore and humiliated whenever he fucked me in the ass. He would get me alone and I would suck him to full hardness and then he would lean back, fish out lube and slather it on his cock before working it into my butt an inch or two and a time, until his meat was buried balls deep into me.
"Oh Godddd..." I would moan as he worked me over, his strong legs pinning mine as he held me by my neck or hips or whatever he wanted to grab in order to give me a good strong fucking up my ass. He used my anal passage as his personal fuck toy and as he fucked me I felt my anus rubbed and rubbed until...until I began to have an orgasm. No joke. From deep in my bowels I felt a rising tickle that couldn't be stopped. Until it caused my penis to swell and then explode. I choked and gasped and my mouth hung open and my eyes rolled back and my small penis spurted watery semen. My clenching and spasming butthole signaled Mark and he chuckled "Come for Daddy, come for me. Come like a little bitch...come!"
And I did...It was hard to believe but I squirted and came from his assfucking. He pulled out and smacked my ass hard, leaving a red welt. He lifted me up and looked at the wet spot. I was kind of ashamed. He just smiled and pushed me aside, grabbing my legs and sliding into me with authority as I lay on my back. It was his ass. I was his cum dumpster. He held my legs against his chest and rocked back and forth, his big curved banana ramming in to the hilt until he said, "You want to see how a real man cums? Huh? You want to see a real man shoot a load? Huh? SAY IT!" I gave in totally...
"Yes Daddy! Cum!"
"Who's ass is this?"
"Yours Daddy...it's your ass!"
And with that he pulled out with a pop and stood on his toes, his head thrown back and his fist pumping his cock..I looked right at it and got his first jet of thick cum right across my face and neck. Another shot followed, then another, all of them landing on my face and as I turned away to one side and then the other, both my cheeks were covered by one of his sticky ropes. He was putting me to shame...My cock squirted a thin, watery spurt of semen that finished by dribbling and drooling out of me, almost pushed out by the pounding of his cock up my ass. Mark, on the other hand, fired thick ropes of hot jizz. No wonder it was so much to swallow and no wonder it ran endlessly out of my ass. The man absolutely hosed me with spunk. After a fourth and fifth blast hit my chest and shoulders he squeezed out a couple more big globs on my stomach and then relaxed, flopping down next to me.
"Jesus that was a lot of nut..." he said.
Chapter 6
I went into his room and he tossed a pillow on the floor for me. I knew that is where I would kneel and to the pillow I went. He unzipped and unsnapped his jeans and pulled out his cock. It was long and thick. I wondered how big...I looked up at him and asked him if I could measure it. "It's eight-point-five...you think I don't know?"
"It's so big. It's thick."
"Suck it," he commanded.
I licked my lips then opened wide, slicking up the cock as best I could while I held onto it with both hands, one down on the balls, the other on that hard shaft. I tried to go all the way down but came nowhere near deep-throating it. I maybe got halfway down before I sputtered and choked, withdrawing to the big purple tip. I worked his cock the best I could and I got a big load of cum as a reward, gulping down the warm semen.
When we were done I asked an innocent question as he stood over me, tucking in his softening cock.
"Have you always done this?"
"What?"
"You know, like, how long have you been gay? I was just..."
Before I could finish my sentence he slapped me really hard across my face, stunning me.
"Don't you ever say that to me again! Fuck! I'm not gay...I'm not the one on my knees sucking cock am I? Huh? Am I?"
"No..." I said, holding my cheek as tears welled up and started running down by cheek.
"Am I the one bending over taking it up the ass until I shoot my pathetic little load? What the fuck man? What are you thinking? You're the bitch. You're MY bitch. Don't you know anything?"
Apparently I did not.
"Get up and bend over the chair, I'm going to teach you a lesson. Bend over!"
I scrambled into position and he ripped my shorts down, taking his belt and folding it over into a loop. I started to quietly cry a little before it even started. He then proceeded to spank me and whip me with his belt until my ass was red and on fire. Whap! ... Whap! "Who's your daddy?"
"You are! Oh! Oh! You are!" I cried as he beat me.
"Who is my cocksucker?"
"I am!" I cried as the belt came down... "I'm your cock--oh! Cocksuckerrr...ow!"
He stopped and said, "I am the man here. You are the fag. You are gay. I use your mouth and ass like it was a pussy, you understand? I will fuck whoever I want. You understand? You will service this cock, you get it?" Whap! "Say it!" Whap!
"Yes Daddy! I will suck your cock for you...I will give up my ass for you. Please..."
"That's good...you have to know your role. You are the bottom and I am the top. You are the sub and I am the dom. Do you know what that means?" Honestly I did not although I sure learned that night.
He threw the belt down and spanked me a few more times with his bare hand and then he caressed my stinging ass. Tears dripped down and I just wanted it to be over.
"Get your stuff and get out of here and remember your place, okay? Don't be dumb and don't say shit like that again, you hear me?"
I nodded and he put his arms around me. It was too much...I cried hard. He comforted me but he still sent me on my way with a sharp smack on my plump ass cheeks. He was the boss.
Chapter 7
It was early in the afternoon and Mark brought me to my house because my folks were gone. The shades were open and light streamed in, making me nervous. Anyone coming up the window would get an eyeful...I was on my knees and elbows on the bed, My head hung low and my mouth was slack, my eyes were scrunched shut and Mark was standing behind me rocking his thick cock in and out of my rectum--one hand was up on my shoulder and the other was gripped tightly around my waist and then he moved it to my penis, pumping it roughly. Mark liked the feeling when I had an orgasm while he was buttfucking me so he would sometimes jack me off when he took me from behind. I moaned louder and louder until I cried out and spurted a small bit of juice while my anus spasmed around his big pecker.
"Yeeaaahhh! Come for Daddy...come bitch!" Mark gripped my hips strongly and pumped into me harder and harder. I was completely shaven now, my balls, taint, ass, legs, all baby-smooth just like my alpha wanted it. He would check me every day, running his hands down my pants to make sure my ass--his pussy--was slick.
His cock hardened and swelled, his shaft pushing into my ass until his balls pressed against my taint. He roared and leaned back, stabbing as deep into me as anything had ever been. I gasped and whined like a little bitch as his hot sperm flooded into me. He pumped and pumped and owned my ass. Even after he had finished he stayed there, pressed uncomfortably into my bowels. Finally, his fat cock head slid out to my stretched anal ring and paused. Finally it popped out and a stream of thick cum began sliding and trickling out. I had just been bred again. I tried to tighten my sphincter but I was gaped and I could barely feel a thing. It would be a little while before I could keep my butthole shut again.
If you've never been fucked in the ass you can't possibly know what it is like. It's the most emasculating thing in the world. You have to turn away from your man, and bend over for him, exposing your most private and embarrassing parts to him. Your balls and ass are turned up, ready for him to take them and do whatever he wants. You are completely exposed and vulnerable. It's the most helpless and submissive thing that one person can possibly be to another. Even more than when I am down on my knees, looking up at him waiting to suck cock. Sometimes you have to reach back and spread your cheeks. You are not a man any longer. Far from it. How can you be? Head down, ass up, spreading your cheeks for your master. If he is kind he will lube up well before pushing in, stretching your anus. It always hurts, always. How much depends on how well lubed he is and how well lubed I am. But it always hurts a little. You always feel it and when he goes deep it hurts then too. It gets better, and it can make you come, but there is no manhood left. Does he want to spin you and blast a load on your face? Your open mouth? Will he make you lick it up? Really at that point what does it matter? And most humiliating of all...it makes you come. After all the degrading ass pounding, you come like a little bitch, crying out his name. There is a spot, when I'm face down, knees up and spread a little, and when he hits it and strokes there for a couple minutes...not going full depth, not going full speed...when I will come. I don't even touch my cock. I have an ass-gasm and squirt. It tickles and can't be stopped and then it is exquisite and I come. That is the worst because you know you will keep coming back and bending over and offering that man your ass.
Chapter 8
Mark's ownership of me went on for over a year. The low point was when he decided to party with some other guys, one of whom, named Ron, also had a boy-toy. They decided, since his `girl' was not around that weekend, to share me. This guy was a little older than Mark even and kind of pudgy. Not what a lot of people would find attractive. What he did have, I found out, was a shockingly thick uncut cock. Mark was showing off, bragging about all the stuff I did and finally he took me out of the garage, so to speak, and took me for a spin in front of Ron. I was kind of turned on by it, kind of scared, and very nervous. But I knew my place and I gave Mark head in front of Ron. I was put on my knees and turned so he could see how long of a penis Mark had and how deep I sucked. I would take him almost to the root now and pretty quickly Mark had to pull me off to keep from coming in my mouth. Ron took his turn and as he stepped up his cock slapped from side to side against his thighs. It wasn't as long as Mark but lord it was girthy. I struggled to handle it, finally I was mostly giving him a hand job. He too pulled me off before he finished.
Mark and him took turns on me for a while, using my oral skills and eventually bending me over to properly fuck. And yes, Ron hurt. He was so thick going in I looked up at Mark and pleaded with him to make Ron stop. He ignored this and instead stepped up and started sliding his cock down my throat. "That will shut the little cunt up," Ron said.
I gagged and whined as Ron slid his thickness into me again and again and again, speeding up until with a mighty groan, he erupted deep inside my tight teen ass. I could feel him inside me even after he pulled out. Mark pulled out too, jacking off right in my face, squirting his thick cum all over my face, humiliating me. He wiped some up with his dick and fed it to me. I sucked the cum off of his dick and swallowed it. He did this 2 more times until he stood up and high-fived Ron. I never got fucked by him again but Mark did bring in another top to double team me one other time.
Eventually, when I was almost 18, Mark announced he was moving to Minnesota. He would come back from time to time and always owned my ass and mouth when he did. But eventually it tailed off. I suppose he found someone else. In those days there wasn't the constant social media, stuff just ended like that. My life, however, was on a totally new course from where it was after that first night with Mark after work.
The End
(Copyright Keith Hernandez)
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