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ST: I’m Straight (Part 1)Title: I’m Straight. (Interracial oral anal)If you are u******e to read this, don’t. Know your local laws, don’t readthis if it is i*****l. This is a story – not real-life. Safe sex is notused in this story, but you should use it in your life. <>*<>*<>*<>*<>*<>*<>*<>*<>Trey was hammering my ass with his huge black cock. As well as beingfilled with too muck cock, I had confused feelings, that coursed throughme. Trey had taken me, and was fucking me hard, I don’t know exactly how Iended up in this position, but he got me, I gave in and he was fucking thelife out of me.You see I am straight. I have never looked at a man with sexualdesire, but something about this man’s pure a****l masculine power, had medangling off of the end of his turgid fuck prong.Trey is a friend from the gym, he is in great shape, I noticed andadmired his body but, again I’m not gay so it was purely as appreciation ofthe work it took to get himself in that shape. We talked at the gym, hegave me advice from time to time. I would spot for him and him for me onoccasion. We would occasionally grab a beer together after working out. Wehad that in common… not much more, but I am a guy, and for guys it don’ttake much in common for guys to hang out together.When I got to the gym this morning, it was about 10am. On weekdays Igot there a lot earlier, but on the weekends I was a little lazier ingetting there on time. Trey and I arrived at the same time he pulled hiscar right next to mine as I was getting out.”hey, Tom”, he said getting out of his car “you just getting heretoo?””yea”, I say “I’m feeling lazy today, Michelle’s out of town so I’mmoving real slow today. You know how it is”, I continue. Michelle is mygirlfriend. She practically lives with me. She kind of kept me from beinglazy and; was really active. I appreciated the way she could keep memotivated. When she wasn’t around, I tended to be a little morelackadaisical.Trey smiled there was something in that smile that was somehow sadthough; I guess I kind of brushed it off. We talked a little more andagreed to workout together.We went about our work out, building a quick sweat. He has a greatbody and it usually inspires me to work harder when I work out with him,but again I really wasn’t in the mood to push too hard today. He wasn’tpushing too hard either… he seemed distracted today.We called it quits after about 45 minutes, jokingly blaming the otherone for being lazy. We headed for the showers. The gym had posted a note onthe showers saying they were out of order for the day, something about oldpipes being worked on in the whole building.Cursing the gym, he offered me a shower at his house, and then a beerand watch the game on tv after that.”Great idea” I said, “But, I live closer, I am really wet and sweatingand Michelle is out of town, how bout my place?” He agreed.We arrived at my place a few minutes later. As we walked into myhouse, I apologized for the underwear on the couch and the porno dvd layingopen on the coffee table. Trey snickered, understanding, Michelle wouldn’tbe happy with this state of affairs, but, again, she was gone. He sat downat the couch unlacing his shoes and kicking them off casually. I turned onthe tv warming it up for the game, grabbed two beers from the fridge, andwhen I returned, Trey had flipped on the dvd. On the screen there was abig-titted blonde chick getting double teamed by two guys, one had his hardcock in her dripping pussy and the other was getting head from her and sheREALLY knew how to suck a dick.Trey watched enraptured, “I wish I could get head like that…””What do you mean… Sheila doesn’t take care of that for you?” Iasked.”Nooo… she says I’m too big”, he said quietly, dolefully… almostmournfully.I laughed an abrupt chortle. I thought he was joking, he had said itlike a k** deprived of his favorite snack treat. Who would ever complainabout having too big a dick – It’s like saying I have too much money or mycar is too nice, or my wife likes sex too much…He looked at me with a sudden sincere pained look in his eyes… Irealized he was being serious. I suddenly felt bad, I didn’t mean to hurthim… his reaction was so real…We sipped our beers, any levity or lightness sucked from the room. TheBlonde sucking cock suddenly became darkly dreamlike; the showertemporarily forgotten.Then without warning, without explanation, Trey stood and took off hissweaty clothes. Shirt, sweatpants, socks, it didn’t seem too strange untilhe dropped his shorts and stood before me naked in my living room… with aporno on. halkalı escort Darkly dreamlike plodded toward downright surreal.”She just left me… cause she can’t suck my cock the way I like hertoo.” Trey stated matter-of-factly. “She got frustrated and left.”I found myself staring at his meat. He was half-hard, but the girthand length was amazing, I wouldn’t have believed the person describing ithad it been described to me. I’m not small in the dick department. I thinkI’m bigger than average, but this motherfucker was huge. It was like a verylong, arrow headed. Like a black velvet cucumber, his balls were hugetoo. Surrealer and surrealer, I found myself admiring how well his cock andballs looked together.I’m not gay. And I’m not one to check out other guy’s dicks, but, yaknow… you see what you see in the locker room and in pornos… and wellthe cock that Trey was packin was… was… well… impressive – kinglike. I felt somehow… I don’t know, somehow inferior to him… somehowless.My mouth literally hung open. I was speechless. I felt bad for him. Ilike getting head from Michelle and she likes giving it… but Christ, thesize of his cock was… well, I know it’s clich^? but he was hung like ahorse. I understood why Sheila was intimidated.I didn’t realize that Trey was staring at me. My mouth hung-open fortoo long. I was stunned. In shock. My vision started to tunnel, the edgesdarkening. I noticed his dick expanding and rising, getting bigger and moreexcited… the porno and maybe something more was acting upon him. Trey wasgetting aroused.Trey started stepped toward me, we were no more than a foot or twoapart, but that step or two was like slow motion. A slow sensuousspectacle, a seductive dance; I was hypnotized by his massive black cock,his slightly swaying balls and the powerful undulations of his tightlybound musculature..I became aware of the strong, virile body of that beautiful darkskinned example of masculine, muscle and power. His chest was cut, chiseledmuscular perfection, his shoulders broad and strong. His legs were powerfuland thick. I became aware of the glistening of his skin; the sweat stillclung to him from the work out. I became aware of his scent… the strongpungent post-work-out scent of his sweat, of the pheromones wafting andexuding pure a****l lust. That scent more than anything else affected me inways I was not yet aware.Without speaking he grabbed my head, I was still seated, he simplepushed his cock in my mouth.I was overwhelmed. I am straight. I’m not gay. I have never had anysexual desire for a man. I haven’t played around or experimented withanother man… ever. It just had never interested me. And now I had thishuge black cock trying to make it’s way down my throat.I reached out in reaction to steady myself and grabbed his hips. Hisskin was damp with sweat, as I filled my lungs with his manly, musky sweatI melted, his cock throbbing in my mouth.Somewhere there was a voice, I heard it screaming out… “I’M NOT GAY,Why am I letting this dick go into my mouth?” And somewhere else there wasthis quiet place telling me that this was my place. That I had to do whatwas demanded of me, and that it was not my place to question why. I wasfading; somehow the person was becoming the thing… The thing that was tomake Trey feel better.I reached up and felt the hard muscles of his stomach, chest andsides. I continued my exploration of his body as I sucked his cock more andmore receptively. Trey was trying to get more and more of his cock into mymouth. But, I was not up to the physical challenge of his body’s superiordimensions; I gagged.”You can’t take it all either, Bitch” he growled at me. I understoodsuddenly that he was angry. I had laughed at him. I had made fun that hisgirlfriend couldn’t accommodate all of his cock; this had hurt and angeredhim.”Stand up” he ordered. I did, I was his inferior now. Then, “turnaround and bend over.” I understood the words and complied… I guess Ikind of knew what he was going to do to me, but I really wasn’t completelyaware of what all that meant.He pulled my shorts down to my knees, exposing my ass. He spat in thecrack of my ass and rubbed the spit around a little bit with his thumb intomy asshole. I then felt his massive cock begin to push at me… Just thenself-preservation kicked in… I snapped out of my hypnotic delirium…Iunderstood what was going to happen to me… and too late I tried to pullaway…”No” I begged.”YESSSS”, He said suddenly driving into taksim escort me.Time stopped. I screamed, but no sound came out. I was frozen, inshock, stunned into incapacity. And in that moment, that moment when hismassive cock insinuated itself into me… any sense of self was replaced,momentarily replaced by pain; pain that would eventually be replaced bysurrender, surrender that would eventually be replacedby… Pleasure(?). In the mean time, however, there would be much more painto endure.He was ripping me open. And he wasn’t even a quarter of the way in meyet… A fact he was to drive home shortly.I felt my body urgently scrambling to get away from him, to get himout, to get him off of me. My body folded and collapsed to the floor.Trey fell on top of me, his cock wedged partially up my ass. Air hadfinally found it’s way to and from my lungs, I was screaming till hegrabbed a pillow from the couch and jammed it into my face. The pain wasincredible.”Shut the fuck up bitch”, struggling on top of me shoving my legsapart, stuffing more and more of his impossibly large cock into my ass. Hereached out and locked both of my arms; in a full nelson, pinning me incomplete physical submission. His body flat on mine, face down in thepillow on the floor, his thick man-prong digging it’s way into me.His face close to my ear now, “take my fuck” he whispered, low andguttural, his hot breath on my neck and ear. I was struggling to breathe,between gasps of pain. I saw blackness creep into my vision, I squeezed myeyes shut, I felt as though I was going to faint from the pain. I didn’t,but the pain being as intense as it was, I wish I had.He used his strong legs to pry mine further apart. As he was movinghis groin against my ass from side to side, trying to burrow deeper anddeeper into me, he pushed my shirt up over my head. I could feel hismasculine chest covered in dewy sweat on my back… in a rush it felterotic… a small island of erotic (dare I say pleasure) in a so farendless sea of pain and submission. He rested there for a moment, I can’tsay how long, and somewhere in my deep hidden mind, I had a secret hopethat he had felt the same erotic sensation/connection (pleasure) that Ihad; his sweaty chest on my sweaty back.He was slower now, more deliberate, more forceful. I could feel theimpossible stretch of my sphincter muscle as he spread me wider andwider. I could smell the pure a****l lust of him as he forced himself on meand into me. I felt all of his weight on my back, I felt this sexualcreature inflicting himself on me, forcing himself into me… I felt himr****g me.Once he felt like he was far enough in me he just laid on top ofme. He had wedged his arms up underneath my arms, and each hand wasgrabbing on to my shoulders to pull me back on to his short jabs and (sofar) restrained thrusts.He leaned in close to my ear, and spat, “I’m fuckin this ass.” Hepauses letting the words sink in and percolate for just a bit.”I’m gonna ruin it” He says this with such venom and so close to myear it felt like he literally spat this at me, my ear was wet.He laid on top of me for a long time allowing me to get used to hiscock, and I think to prolong the fuck. This was a fuck about power; itwasn’t about sexual pleasure, certainly not for me.”now whiteboy, I’m gonna break in that new pussy of yours and yourgonna love it.” He said in a clear, unemotional, matter-of-fact voice. Wewere on the floor, right next to the coffee table in my living room, hereached up and grabbed his beer and downed it. Then with his fat, thickslab of a cock still wedged well up my ass, pinning me to the ground, hegrabbed my beer and told me to drink it down; he had plans for me for awhile I would be getting a break for a while. I took his advice and downedit awkwardly from underneath him, His cock firmly planted deep in me. I wasstrangely touched by his thoughtfulness.When I finished the beer he started in on me. He started with slowshort jabs and gradually built speed. The pain was still quite excruciatingand I occasionally found myself screaming in the pillow he had providedme. He kept up an almost constant barrage of name-calling. He called mebitch, pussy, cunt, slut, whore, faggot and every combination of thosewords… the humiliation was second only to the pain.Pretty soon he was hammering into me with all his weight and might,long-dicking my ass then, short jackrabbit humping, then slow withdrawalsand vicious stabbing punch thrusts. He was brutal.I felt myself submitting to this man. I am straight. So, It wasn’t şişli escort asthough he turned me on or anything, but his dick was jammed up my ass, andhe was fucking me, it was about him inflicting his power on me as eachthrust of his cock shoved further and further up in me. And my submissionto him was more and more complete as he pumped me again and again with histurgid manhood. In my submission I was happy that I could provide thisblack masculine stud with proof of his power. I would be his receptacle, Iwould be his bitch, his whiteboy pussy, I would gladly be his cunt whoreslut faggot.I began to meet his thrusts, as he fucked me deeper and deeper, I felthim going up me further and further, he was moaning now. He was still fullout laying on my back, his hot wet breath in my right ear singing to me ingrunts and groans a song only he and the ancient cadence of male-fuck-powerdominance could understand.He suddenly stopped and punched me in the side. Maybe just hard enoughto bruise me, not enough to break a rib, but certainly enough to startlethe hell out of me. He must have loved how the surprise of the punch mademy sphincter tighten around him, cause he moaned and did it again, andagain, and again. I got the idea, and tightened my ass around him, milkinghim. He had trained me, I realized later.Without warning he lifted me, flipped me over and drove himself deeperstill now in missionary; his cock never leaving the warm home of myintestines. It happened so fast, I lay there blinking, incomprehensiblylooking up into my captors face.There was no break in the fucking though. He had my hands pinned atthe wrists increasing his leverage there on the floor of my living room. Inthis new position he hammered at my ass with even more force, he had founda way to gain momentum, and inertia and raw unbridled force. His face waspouring sweat and I tasted him, drinking him, desperately wanting to lap upevery essence of him.In a deeply a****listic way, he knew exactly what he was doing, byflipping me over and forcing me to watch him **** me face to face, he mademe realize that he was in charge. He made me realize that this was forhim. He made me realize that there was just one thing here thatmattered… his pleasure, his domination, his busting a nutt.He was the only person that existed in this coupling. I was a hole. Athing that he was using to get what he needed. And in that instant that Istopped being, my sphincter tightened, to give him more and more pleasure,my submission was absoluteAny pain I had felt, any insistence that I was straight, anyreluctance to what Trey wanted from me was entirely subjugated by thisamazing fuck he was throwing me.There was no way for me to be conscious of the fact, but Trey had beenfucking me for more than an hour – a fact that I would be intensely awareof the next day.I could feel subtle changes in Treys fuck barrage and knew that hisclimax was approaching. I was excited by the fact that I would soon befulfilling my destiny as cum receptacle I wanted to receive his essence, tobe impregnated by him, to have him fill me with his sperm.I thought it impossible that the intensity of his fucking me couldever possibly intensify, but he seemed to surprise me again. He rammed andjabbed and plunged into me deeper harder, faster in his last ditch effortto reshape me into his perfect and exclusive cum bucket.As he drove his cock into me again and again and again… hammering myass with all the physical power he possessed, grunting with effort, hisface contorted with erotic exertion panting and driving and jamming into mecumming great heaving jolts. Hot white jettisoning man juice fills me, Ifeel it, again and again and again, injecting me, his massive cockunloading it’s precious nectar in me as a warmth fills me from my coreoutward. He is howling and shuddering and he keeps going on and on andon…And finally with a few mighty gasps he collapses on me his face nextto mine, his sweat drowning me in pheromonic heat, His breath hot and moistin my ear, I shiver, and convulse in pleasure, like an orgasm in my ass asI squeeze him. I feel his amazing manhood throbbing lightly in medribbling last bits of sperm pump in me, never losing it’s power over me,never losing it’s turgidity in me.I am so fulfilled right now, this is so right, I am exactly perfect,whole, and satisfied. Right now, nothing else exists in the world; but thepower that was exerted over me, the essence that was injected into me andthe pleasure that was taken out on me.A strange sadness fills me as I realize that when Trey takes his cockout of me I will no longer feel the fullness of being I feel now. I beginto gently, massagingly squeeze my sphincter around his wondrous man-prongin time to his slowly fading cum cadence.I know he has just released his seed in me, but, I want him to fuck meagain, without pulling his cock out of me.<>*<>*<>*<>*<>*<>*<>*<>*<>

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