Editor’s Note: this story contains incest content.



NOTE 1: A special thank you to Estragon and Goamz86 for editing this lengthy multi-chaptered journey.



Curiosity: Fucked the Straight Guy



I can’t explain for the life of me when I suddenly became curious. I mean I am 44 and have never found any man remotely attractive. Oh sure, I can tell when a man is good looking, the same way I am sure my wife knows when a woman is attractive…that doesn’t make her a dyke. That said, whenever I had quality alone time, which was often because I traveled for work, I often imagined sucking a cock or taking a cock up the ass. I had no interest in fucking another guy, yet the thought of getting fucked became an obsessive an unhealthy obsession.



In all truth, the obsession happened completely by accident. I was reading stories online on Literotica, like I often do, when I began reading a new author I really enjoyed. She wrote in a variety of genres that really turned my crank like lesbian, group, incest, and loving wives. After flying through her entire portfolio in a few stroke-filled days, all that was left were her gay stories. I can say in all truth, I had never read a gay story, oh sure some stories had gay sub-plots and so forth, but I had never consciously chose to read a gay story. Yet, curiosity got the best of me (a very ironic pun I agree), and I clicked on one of her stories. I read them all in one night and somehow shot a full load while reading them.



The next night, I did what I often do when I like a story; I went to the end and clicked on some of the similar themed stories. Every story was about some straight guy, who had never even considered a guy sexually, ending up on his knees sucking cock and inevitably taking a cock up his virgin butt. In almost all cases the straight guy was shy and submissive while the other was a dominant who ridiculed and verbally abused him…in many ways it felt like my marriage…minus actually having sex. I read a variety of similar stories:



-A straight guy who picks up a hitchhiker and before he knows it is having his faced used like a pussy.



-a straight guy who walks into a bathroom at a bar and accidentally walks in on a scrawny white kid sucking a black man’s large cock…a few days later the straight white guy is begging to suck the black man’s impressive rod.



-a straight guy is at a gym and goes into a sauna where an older man suggests the straight guy is a closet faggot…the straight guy denies it adamantly, yet soon he is a submissive little plaything for this older man.



I couldn’t help it, but after reading these stories what started as an intriguing fascination of ‘oh my God who would do that’ became a compulsive obsession with becoming a cocksucking faggot.



I searched for glory holes in towns I was traveling to, I read personal websites and asked a lot of questions under a newly created username bottomcurioushusband which I think was a very true descriptor.



I asked questions like:



I am 44 and suddenly curious about sucking a cock, yet I am married and straight. Has anyone else had similar desires? Maybe I am having a mid-life crisis.



How would a man who has never had anything in their ass actually go about preparing it for a hypothetical first time bottom experience?



I received many answers, some great advice and a couple of offers to meet some of the responders, which only increased my taboo desire to try it.



I went to an adult store while on a trip and bought anal lube as advised, and the smallest anal toy I could find. I rushed back to the hotel, excited to try it, flipped open my computer, pulled up one of my favourite gay submission stories, undressed and got ready. In advance, I lubed the small two-inch toy and placed probably way too much lube on my puckered anal entrance. As I read the story, my cock became rock hard quickly and I slowly pushed the toy inside me. There was resistance at first, but it quickly weakened and I felt a rush of adrenalin at having something, albeit really small, in my ass. It didn’t hurt; on the contrary, I wanted more. I tried pushing the toy deeper, but it was all in and my mood shifted from excited to frustrated. I leaned onto my back and wiggled the toy in my ass as my free hand began stroking my erection. I continued reading the story as both hands moved quickly and in less than two minutes I was shooting cum straight up in the air.



After cleaning the toy, I decided I would return to the store tomorrow and get a bigger toy. Over the next couple of days, I bought and tried progressively bigger toys, getting accustomed to things in my butt. Each time I got off from pleasuring my ass, I craved more…I craved the real thing.







About a month later, after having experimented with a wide variety of toys in my ass, including walking around all day with a butt plug in my ass; fate made my curiosity a reality. I was in a rather posh hotel when it happened. I should note I am decent looking and in great shape for my age; I had just finished working out when fate intervened. I was in the gym shower washing away my sweat when a younger guy, probably no more than twenty, joined me. Since my fascination with sucking a cock began, I have often taken quick glimpses of every man I could. No one had seemed to notice…until now.



I looked and saw a decent sized cock, semi-erect, attached to the pretty boy. He dripped rich kid prep. I didn’t glance any longer than a couple of seconds, but he seemed to notice.



“Hey old man, do you like what you see?” he asked, with a slight smile.



“Excuse me?” I responded, attempting to be oblivious to his implication.



He chuckled. “I am pretty sure you were checking out my package.”



I stammered, my face flushed, “N-n-no, I wasn’t.”



“Too bad,” he shrugged, grabbing his cock and stroking it slowly.



No matter how much I tried to look away, I couldn’t take my eyes of the growing cock. He continued this until all eight inches, two more than my cock, were fully erect.



“For a guy who isn’t a faggot, you sure are drooling over my meat,” he assessed accurately.



I stammered, hypnotized by his stiff rod, “I-I-I have never done anything like this before.”



“Hmmmm…a straight faggot. I love it.” He chuckled again.



I continued to stare at his erection, my own cock now erect too, as I winced at being called a faggot.



“And for a straight man, your cock is telling a different story.”



Suddenly, I realized I was in my own erotica story. I stood frozen, wanting to drop to my knees but unable and petrified of someone walking in. My resistance as weak as the French were in both World Wars, I questioned, “What if someone comes in?”



“We were the only two working out this morning and if they do all they will see is a straight man, oh a straight married man, sucking his first cock.”



My red face went redder as he noticed my wedding ring. I said nothing, but continued staring at his erect cock.



He finally gave me an ultimatum. “Cocksucker, I don’t have all day. Either get on your knees and suck my cock like it is obvious you want to or stop drooling and I will go wake up my girlfriend for a morning quickie.”



I hesitated only briefly before falling to my knees in front of this confident young man. I looked up and saw his smug smile that only made the embarrassment that much greater…yet, I desperately wanted to feel his cock in my mouth.



I took it in my hand and slowly moved up and down tentatively until this nameless stranger said, “I can stroke my cock myself old man, get sucking like the faggot you are.”



Accepting that his words were true, and that detached fantasy had become a living reality, I opened my mouth and leaned forward.



As soon as my mouth was wrapped around his cock, he moaned, “That’s it cocksucker, make your dream come true.”



I was tentative at first, but did to his cock what I liked having done to mine. I swirled my mouth around his cock head, creating extra saliva to attempt to bathe his cock…like my wife used to do before we were married. After creating this lake of lust, and hearing his moans increase, I got more confident and began bobbing back and forth.



“That’s it faggot, take all my cock,” the hung stranger moaned.



Suddenly determined to get all eight inches in my mouth, I continued bobbing back and forth, each time taking a little more in my mouth.



“That’s seven, cocksucker, only one more inch.”



Although I wasn’t sure I could take more in my mouth without gagging, I pushed myself further.



“There you go, sissy, you did it. You got all eight inches of my meat. Now get me off.”



Eager to taste my first load of cum, I furiously bobbed on his cock like a slutty teenage girl, not the forty-four year old married father of two I was.



“I’m getting close, faggot,” he grunted, which had my free hand going to my cock. I pumped my cock quickly while keeping a similar pace on his cock. A minute later, I heard a grunt and felt him spray his cum into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed the salty seed that was way less unpleasant than I expected. I continued to suck his cock, although slower now, milking the last of his seed.



I heard a door open and I quickly stood up, my face of shame branded on me. The unnamed young man I just pleasured smiled and complimented, “For a first time, you are a natural.”



I didn’t respond as an older man walked in. My erection still in full view, I attempted to cover it, which only made what I had just done even more obvious.



The younger man shut off his shower and said to the older gentleman, “He is a great cocksucker, if that floats your boat.” As he left, the young man said, “Thanks for the blow job, faggot.”



My face was redder than Hell itself as I wanted to flee, but then I would be in the same room as him again.



The old man shook his head in disgust, making me feel even dirtier, and he headed towards the sauna.



I finished my shower, realizing I still had a full head of shampoo, while oddly savouring the lingering after taste of my first mouthful of cum. My cock refused to shrivel and I eventually grabbed a towel and hurried to my room.



Once inside, I replayed the events of my first gay experience, as I furiously beat off. Now alone in my room, my shame disappeared and I was eager to do it again. I suddenly felt like a teenager after losing my virginity…I was addicted.



Sadly, my job called and I had to head off to work, my neglected cock begging for attention.



Unfortunately, I didn’t see my unnamed stud again, even though I made sure to be in the gym at the same time the next day. I returned to my family with a dark secret, and an even bigger craving to do it again and again.







It was two weeks later, two excruciatingly long weeks later, before I was on the road again. Confident that it was no longer just a lingering curiosity but now a burning craving, I searched for gay bars and glory holes, and stiff cocks in Atlanta. I even flew in a day early, lying to my wife (my whole life was becoming a lie), to start my hunt for cocksucking opportunities.



I checked in and headed over to a gay dance bar I read about online. It was infamous for being a great pick up joint. I arrived early, ordered a double rum, and surveyed the bar. Even though I craved sucking cock, I still didn’t find men attractive. It wasn’t like when I was single and on the prowl for pussy…then I scanned the club, choose my prey and turned on the charm (sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn’t).Now, I didn’t even know where to start.



I sat at the bar for a few songs before this built man, probably thirty or so, asked, “First time here?”



“Y-y-yes,” I stammered, suddenly feeling insecure in comparison to this Greek Adonis of a man.



“Can I buy you a drink?” he offered.



“S-s-sure,” I managed to agree. He snapped his fingers and the bartender quickly poured me another double and a beer for my godlike stranger.



When both had our drinks in hand, he said, “I’m Greg.”



“Evan.”



“So what brings you to my little establishment?”



“You own this place?” I asked amazed.



He shrugged as if it was no big deal, “Yeah, have since it opened in 2008.”



“Wow,” I replied.



“So you from here?”



“No, I actually live in a suburb outside of Boston.”



“Cool. I have always wanted to go. Why you in the wonderful city of Atllanta.”



“For business,” I offered.



“No pleasure?” he smiled, flirtingly.



Shy, but hungry, I replied, “Well, maybe some pleasure.”



“Greg, there is a fight in the bathroom,” a flamboyant and screamingly gay waiter Interrupted.



“Don’t go anywhere, Evan,” he said, squeezing my leg and disappearing into the growing crowd of the bar.



I was a crazy mixture of extreme excitement and turbulent trepidation. I was eager, desperate even, to suck another cock yet the thought of maybe more was downright scary. The thought of getting fucked was still intriguing, but I wasn’t sure I was ready for it yet, even though I had prepared my ass as best I could.



I finished my second double and the bartender smiling knowingly, had a third ready instantly. I smiled back shyly.



A few minutes later, my third double half done, Greg returned. He continued our conversation as if he had never left. “So, first time here, from the great big north, married, yet at a gay club…you are an interesting fella Evan.”



He paused, finished his beer, and continued his assessment. “Based on your shy demeanour, you are a gay virgin, but curious. Am I right?”



“Yes and no,” I whispered.



“Well, now you got me curious. Let’s continue this conversation somewhere a bit quieter.” He didn’t ask my opinion, but grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd. We went through a door and into a room that was nicer and bigger than my hotel room. He went to the bar, topped up my drink, and suggested I join him on the leather couch. He pressed a remote control and six TV’s came on. They were all security cameras spread throughout the bar.



I scanned them and originally saw nothing of interest, until Greg said, “Can you see that?”



“What?” I asked, searching for whatever he was fascinated by.



“Camera 5. There is a dude under the table,” he pointed out.



I looked closer and indeed he was right. A stunned, “Wow,” escaped my lips.



“So back to your last statement, ‘Yes and no’.”



I blushed, but gave a short version of my one and only cocksucking experience.



“And you have craved sucking another cock every since then,” he assessed.



“Yes,” I admitted.



“But you don’t want to be fucked?”



“I don’t know,” I honestly answered.



“But you do want to suck my dick?”



I admitted, “Yes.”



“How badly?” he asked while standing up.



“Desperately,” I replied, embarrassed but hungry.



He unbuckled his pants and his cock sprang out. It was smaller than my first in length, but he made up for it in girth. I stared at it like I did my first naked girl.



“Don’t just stare at it, Evan, quench your thirst.”



I didn’t need to be told twice. Four doubles had me intoxicated, but I would have done this stone cold sober. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked just his thick mushroom top. I swirled my tongue around it, I treated it like it was the best tasting lollipop ever and I wanted it to melt in my mouth. Slowly, I took more in, once I got used to its substantial width. He moaned, always saying my name, which because of the taboo act was just as naughty as being called a faggot. “That’s it Evan. Worship my cock. You love my cock, don’t you?”



I briefly took it out of my mouth, my desire to please now controlling me. “Yes, Greg, your cock feels so good in my cocksucking mouth.”



I returned to sucking as he continued, “Evan, you are a natural born cocksucker and in time you will make a very good bottom.”



I moaned a ‘thank you’ as I began to pick up the pace.



He demanded, “Tell me you love my cock more than your wife’s pussy.”



That wasn’t even going to be a lie. I replied, “I love your cock way more than my wife’s ironclad locked-down cunt.”



“Do you know who else has a cunt, Evan?”



Confused, I quit sucking and looked up from my submissive position.



He smiled, “You do, don’t you Evan?”



Realizing his implication, I played along. “Yes, sir, I have a tight little cunt.”



“Show me your cunt, Evan,” he ordered.



My eyes went big, but while my mind processed the order, my hands were already fumbling with my pants. He watched, amused, as I struggled to get undressed.



Once naked, he bent me over and spread my ass cheeks. “Wow, you have a pretty little cunt, Evan!”



“Thank you,” I replied, although it sounded absurd.



“Do you want to have your cunt fucked, Evan?” he asked, as I felt a finger slide inside my virgin cunt.



For the second time I could make my fantasy a reality, but once I said yes there was no turning back. It was one thing to suck a cock, it was another entirely to allow a stranger to take my anal cherry. Yet, the words out of my mouth were all that mattered. “Yes, please fuck my pussy.”



“You want me to be your first?” he asked, while pumping my ass with his finger, while wiggling it around, loosening me up for his thick rod.



“Yes,” I moaned, suddenly wanting nothing more than to be fucked. To be treated like a slut. I begged, “Make me your bitch.”



He slapped my ass and added a second finger inside my virgin butt. He explained, “A virgin pussy like yours needs to prepped for my cock or else you may tear.”



I moaned, “Yes, get me ready for your thick rod.”



His fingers in my ass had me delirious with craving. Somehow he spun them around, slowly widening my ass, gaping it open, as I had read about in some online stories. “Getting closer,” he promised.



“Oh god, please, I want your cock so bad,” I whimpered, like the submissive bottom I wanted to be.



He chuckled, “You are one eager little virgin, aren’t you?”



“Yes, I have wanted this for awhile,” I admitted.



“Beg for it, Evan.”



Desperate to please him, desperate to feel his cock in my ass, I begged, “Please take my anal virginity, fuck my virgin pussy, make me the bottom I crave to be.”



His fingers left my ass and I felt empty. I looked back to see him coat his cock with lube and go behind me. “Are you ready, Evan? Ready to get your tight cunt reamed?”



I could feel his cockhead and I pushed back like the horny slut I was, “Oh god yes, make me your bitch, your slut, your faggot…aaaaaaaaaaaah fuck oh my God.” He slowly pushed forward widening my ass in a way I couldn’t begin to explain. The pain wasn’t intense, but it was definitely there. I grit my teeth and just allowed the buff stranger to slowly get my ass used to his girth.



He explained, “Your pussy is probably burning a bit right now, Evan. Don’t worry, it will dissipate in a bit and it will turn into a pleasure you have never experienced before, but have desperately craved.”



I whimpered, through gritted teeth, “Kkkkkkkk.”



Every time he pushed deeper into my no longer virgin cunt, I thought I was filled to the most I could possibly take, but then I would feel him go deeper in me. I continued to whimper like a school-girl for an eternity. The burn wasn’t going away as promised.



“Your pussy is so fucking tight Evan. I could stay in it forever,” he complimented.



My next words surprised him as it surprised me. “Oh god, Greg, please start fucking me. Use my pussy.”



He obliged, although he started slow. He warned, “Just so you know Evan, there was still another inch yet to fill your pretty little pussy entirely.”



I couldn’t believe it. Another inch. There was no way I could fit his whole cock in me. I moaned though, ignoring my insecurities, “Oh God, I love your cock in my pussy.”



“The second I saw you at the bar all timid, I knew what you wanted…what you needed…what you craved.”



As promised, the burning slowly shifted to a pleasure unlike any other. My whimpers gone, I moaned, “Yes, I needed to be fucked like the little girl I am.”

“Hmmmm, since you are a girl,” he grunted, “we should give you a girl’s name.”



The idea made my cock flinch with excitement. “Yes, rename your bitch,” I eagerly moaned. A new name meant a new life, one where I could be who I wanted to be.



“Let’s see, all we have to do Evan is take away the n and what to we got?” he asked, making me say it first.



He was now sliding his cock in and out quicker, although never completely going all the way in. I moaned, a haze of excitement and submission, “Eva, my name is Eva.”



“Good girl,” he purred and stunned me by pulling out.



Like an addicted crystal meth addict, I bellowed, “Noooooo.”



He chuckled as he went to the closet. “If you are Eva now, you should dress the part.”



I stayed on all fours, legs spread open, easily the worst position to ever be caught in, waiting submissively.



He returned with a red wig and stockings. He handed them to me and ordered, “Put these on and return to your position, Eva. I will be back in a couple of minutes.”



“You are leaving me here?”



He smiled, “Already needy. You may really have already become Eva.”



I flushed red again and after he dressed and left, I stared at the stockings. I didn’t even know how to put them on properly. Being alone gave me time to reconsider what I was doing. This becoming a girl had never been part of my fantasies, yet obeying his requests was a major turn-on. I began to put the stockings on, when the same flamboyant waiter from earlier walked in. I quickly tried to cover myself.



“Greg sent me in to make sure your feminization was going ok,” he announced, walking over to me.



“He did?” I asked dumbfounded.



The gay waiter smiled. “Yes, he will be back in a few minutes.”



“Oh,” I replied, disappointment washing over me.



“First time in stockings?” he correctly assumed.



“Um-yeah,” I replied, my frustration at putting on the stockings building.



He fell to his knees and took the crumpled stocking. “Here, let me help.”



I watched as he rolled the stocking onto his hand expertly and slowly put it on my foot and up my leg. His soft hands on my legs had my cock begging for attention. He replicated the slow procedure on my other leg. Once done, he stood back up and grabbed the wig. Once it was on, he smiled and said, “With a little make-up you would make a pretty girl.”



What should have been a major insult instead excited me. He went into the closet and returned with a make-up bag. He then sat on the couch beside me and as he called it, “Put my face on.” He put eyeliner, blush and lipstick on.



Once done, he stood up and looked me over. It felt incredible awkward, as if I was a piece of meat. He smiled, clearly impressed with his work, and said, “Greg will love you.” Without another word he left, leaving me alone and half-dressed as a girl.



Being alone was excruciating as I just waited, like a late night booty call, for him to return. I caressed my own stocking clad leg. I had always liked the silky feel of stockings even though my wife had long quit wearing them for me. It was almost an hour, my cock long since tamed and flaccid, before Greg returned.



He apologized, “Sorry for taking so long, but I am a bit short staffed tonight.”



I mumbled, “It’s ok.”



He smiled, walking over to me, “Oh my, Alex made you fucking gorgeous.”



I blushed at the strange compliment. “Thank you.”



“Are you ready to finish what we started, Eva?”



I nodded as he dropped his pants again. I took his semi-erect cock back in my mouth, preparing it for my pussy. He moaned, “That’s it Eva. Get my cock nice and hard for your tight pussy.”



I moaned, eager to make exactly that happen. My ass felt empty and I craved having it filled again. Feeling Greg’s double-wide grow in my mouth and knowing it was because of me, was a huge turn-on. One it had grown to its fully erect size, I changed my style. Unlike the last time when I slowly pleasured his cock, this time, I bobbed on it back and forth furiously.



“Good girl,” he purred as he pulled his cock out of my mouth.



Without instruction I resumed my submissive, ready-to-get-fucked, position. He lubed his cock again and returned to finish the job he started. He placed his slippery stick at my pussy and slowly re-entered me. The burning sensation immediately returned, but it was a much number pain than his first penetration.



I let out a whimper as he pushed deeper into me, my pussy eagerly attempting to open for him. “You are so fucking tight, Eva,” he grunted, his hands on my stocking-clad ankles. “And I love a girl in stockings.”



He suddenly stopped and asked, “Are you ready to have your pussy really fucked, Eva?”



“Oh god yes. Please fuck me like some cheap slut,” I begged, wanting nothing more.



“Get ready, this first stroke is a doozy,” he warned, bucking his hips forward.



I screamed, an intense pain shuddering through me as he filled my ass, my pussy, with all his cock. He again just held it there, his cock entirely inside me, allowing me to get used to it, as the pain slowly faded. He explained, “Eva. Your pussy may be the tightest I have ever felt. I just want you to stay there and get accustomed to the feeling of a big, hard, cock inside you. How does it feel?”



I whimpered, “It still hurts, but yet feels so fucking good.”



“Just relax, the hurt will go away and the sweet pleasure will take over,” he advised.



I obeyed, just allowing my ass to get used to being full. He continued, “You are so pretty, Eva. If I threw a dress on you and sent you out there you would be devoured whole. You would be sucking cock after cock after cock, while your tight pussy got drilled over and over and over again. Would you like that, Eva? To be a gangbang slut?”



Every word he said only made my decline to utter cock submission more appealing. I suddenly envisioned being taken in both holes, being used by man after man. Finally, I replied, actually wanting such an incomprehensible thing to happen to me, “Oh yes, I would love to be fucked over and over again. But first, please, fuck me. I am ready.”



“Are you sure?”



“I have never been surer of anything in my life. Please fuck my ass,” I begged.



“You mean your pussy?” he corrected.



I played along. “Yes. My pussy, my cunt, my fuckhole…please pound me like the little girl I am.”



Suddenly, I felt him begin to slowly move in and out of my ass. Each almost pull out and emptying of my ass, was soon replaced by his full manhood. The feeling of empty and full was the most thrilling and frustrating feeling ever.



I wanted it harder…I wanted it faster…I wanted it deeper. I begged, “Don’t make love to my pussy, fuck it. Fuck it hard.”



This seemed to surprise him, but he obliged and began quick hard thrusts. He grunted, “Like this, slut?”



I huffed and puffed, unable to complete a sentence, the mixture of pleasure and pain clouding my brain. “Oh-yes-aaaaah-fuck-god-fuck-yes-aaaaah.”



“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckled as he continued his piston like pumping of my clearly no longer virgin back end.



My cock felt stiffer than I ever felt it before, yet I was stuck in the eternal vastness of orgasm limbo. I wanted to come so bad, yet nothing happened, even though my cock was constantly feeling intense pulses of pleasure.



He pounded my pussy for a long time before warning, “I got one of the patron faggots to blow me while you were getting feminized, Eva. I am not even close yet.”



“Aaaah, good,” I squeaked out, “I don’t want this to end.”



“I need a break; you bounce back on my cock, Eva. Fuck yourself like a good little slut.”



I obeyed, like the good little slut I wanted to be, as I bent back and began bouncing back and forth, taking his cock even deeper in me. A pain returned briefly, but quickly subsided as I fucked myself on his beautiful cock. I could feel his balls slap on my ass with each backwards thrust, each thrust a constant reminder I was being fucked by a guy. I bounced back on his cock forever, until he finally picked me up, flipped me on my back, grabbed my legs together, leaned forward and hammered me from a new intense angle. I don’t know if he went deeper, but from this position, the sensation was completely different. I closed my eyes until he demanded, “Look at me when I fuck you, Eva!”



I opened my eyes and watched him. Perspiration dripped as he pulverized my pussy.



A few more minutes in this new submissive position and he began grunting more and he asked, “I’m close Eva. Where do you want my cum?”



Without hesitation I answered, “I want to taste you. Please come in my mouth.”



He quickly pulled out and shoved his cock in my eager mouth. He surprised me by holding my head with both hands and began to face-fuck me. He grunted, “Get ready, Eva.”



Seconds later I was swallowing my second ever load of cum. The taste was completely different, yet oddly similar, and I eagerly savoured every drop. Once spent, he pulled out and asked, “Do you want to come?”



My raging hard-on spoke for me. “Oh god, yes.”



He fell to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. He deep throated me easily and in less than thirty seconds I warned, “I’m going to come.”



He kept sucking and as soon as he shoved two fingers back into my gaping ass, I sprayed his throat with my cum. He didn’t slow down until long after I was done.



Finally, he stood up and smiled, “So did you enjoy yourself?”



Exhausted, yet still craving more, I replied, “It was way better than anything I fantasized.”



“You will be sore tomorrow,” he warned.



“I imagine so,” I replied, unable to get used to the emptiness in my ass.



As he got dressed, he suggested, “and if I were you I would give yourself time to recover. The biggest mistake a newbie makes is allowing his ass to be fucked too much before it is accustomed to the pleasurable violation.”



“Really?”



“Yep. Trust me I have a fair amount of experience in bottoming virgins like you, although I have never felt such a tight ass as yours.”



“Thanks, I guess,” I replied with an awkward smile.



He said, “If you lived here, I would regularly top you.”



“I wish,” I honestly replied.



“I need to get back to the club. Feel free to stay here till you are recovered. But be warned, Alex was checking you out.”



“He was?” I asked, not used to being checked out.



“Trust me. I imagine he had to restrain himself from gobbling your cock when he got you ready. He loves guys in drag.”



“Oh,” I replied, dazed.



“Keep the stockings. They look really good on you.”



He disappeared and I was alone and strangely craving more cock to suck. I kept the stockings on, but dumped the wig and got dressed. I returned to the club and got a lot of strange looks.



An older man, probably fifty, said, “Well, aren’t you pretty?”



I suddenly realized I still had make-up on. I was embarrassed and quickly went to the bathroom to clean myself up. I was looking at myself in the mirror when the older man reached around from behind, grabbed my cock and said, “Follow me, pretty boy.”



I mindlessly followed him into a bathroom stall. As soon as the door was closed, he pushed me onto my knees and dropped his trousers. “Is this what you want, pretty boy?”



I didn’t answer but instead took his smaller five-inch cock in my mouth. The smaller cock was a pleasant change and I easily deep-throated him. All I wanted was to feel his cum spray down my throat so I sucked his cock eagerly ignoring my usual foreplay tease.



Within a couple of minutes he was moaning, “That’s it pretty boy, I’m almost there.” A few seconds later I was swallowing his cum, which although not as sweet as my last two, quenched my thirst.



Once done, he buckled himself up and said, “Thanks pretty boy.”



I remained on my knees as he left the stall quickly.



Exhausted, I quickly washed my face and left the club.



The next day was all day meetings, followed by a supper with a new potential client. The whole evening my brain played tricks on me. I wondered if his cock was big. I wondered if the twenty-year-old waiter would allow his tip to be a blow job. I wondered how long I had to wait before getting the thrill of a cock in my ass again. When I excused myself to go the bathroom, I glimpsed at the guy beside me taking a piss.



He noticed and said, “What the fuck are you doing?”



I stammered, “N-n-nothing,” and quickly looked away embarrassed.



Back at the table, I couldn’t believe how much I craved a cock in my mouth. Every guy I saw was a faceless potential cock. Yet, I was still way to uncomfortable too actually aggressively offer my eager cocksucking services.



That night I ended up jerking off in my hotel room, before returning to the bland existence of suburbia.







The next six months I became more confident in myself and had sucked men, young and old, in over a dozen cities and had my bottom tapped eight more times. Being on the road, I left my vanilla existence behind. Living the double life was exhausting and I constantly stressed trying to balance my home life with my newfound sexuality.



Ironically, it was while at home during summer vacation that the two lives collided. It was while at home that I became the personal faggot for one of my son’s baseball teammates…but that is an entirely different story.



Curiosity: Got Him a Black Teen Top



In part one, my curiosity got the better of me and I had my first cocksucking and later my first bottom experience. Having a job where I traveled a lot allowed me to begin to have a whole new life. On the road, I was a faggot who loved sucking cock and being a bottom to complete strangers. It was exhilarating, but the emptiness I felt when at home when I had to live the father, husband vanilla life was becoming harder to do. I craved cock like someone craves nicotine. And just like when quitting smoking you go through withdrawal, I was going through withdrawal too.



I mean I love my kids. Actually, if it wasn’t for them I would have left my wife years ago. I still love her, I just don’t love-love her. The thrill is long dead. I mean she is still quite attractive, but the sexy, naughty side of her died after my daughter was born. She went through some serious postpartum depression and her vagina and sexual appetite shrivelled up like a raisin. We were going through the motions now, having sex a few times a year and just biding our time. My daughter was going into grade twelve and would be turning eighteen in a couple of months while my son just ended his first year of college. I was actually considering ending the marriage, the charade of my duel existence becoming too much. When at home, I constantly craved cock and wasn’t sure how much longer I could resist my growing need to suck cock and was I willing to risk everything to quench my thirst for cum…when my problem was solved for me.



It was at my son’s ball game when it began, innocently. I was watching the warm-ups when I noticed the outfielder, grabbing his crotch to adjust himself. Instantly, I wondered if the rumours were true about black men and their cocks. He was a tall, built, black man. Curiosity got the better of me and I spent the majority of the warm-up watching this black teenager. He adjusted himself twice more during warm-up and I assumed it was because his big black cock didn’t fit his jockstrap. Or at least that was what I was imagining in the cocksucking fantasy I was currently having.



The game started and in the bottom of the first the black boy was called to the on deck circle. His name was Jimmy Jones I learned and he warmed up like a batter on deck does. As he reached down to pick up his bat he adjusted himself. When he moved back up he was eye-to-eye with me. I quickly looked to the field casually. He went to the plate and doubled in the first run. While at second, getting his lead he adjusted himself again and looked over to where I was sitting. I didn’t think there was any way he could get a clear look at me from there, but I was suddenly self-conscious. I considered leaving as my secret desires had to remain under the surface, yet I couldn’t leave my son’s first game, even if he was on the bench. The next couple of innings went rather normal and I realized the thought that some 18-year-old kid could tell my secret was absurd…yet the next time he was in the on-deck circle he definitely looked directly at me and adjusted his package. I blushed as I tried to hide my growing hunger by looking away. I resisted the temptation to look back until he was at bat. I watched him from behind, his tight young ass seemingly wiggling at me, for me. Just before he stepped into the batter’s box, he turned around and looked directly at me, through me. Again, I quickly looked away, like a shy school-girl.



Two pitches later he homered, giving his team a 3-1 lead. He made the same moves for the rest of the game. He grabbed his crotch a few more times, I thought he looked directly at me a few more times and I quickly looked away a few more times. It had become a game of cat and mouse and I was clearly the mouse.



Up 12-3 in the eighth, Jimmy was replaced by my own son, which seemed rather ironic. My son grounded out to end the inning, unfortunately. The game ended 12-4 and I went to meet my son. On my way there, I saw a smug Jimmy walking towards me. His smile stayed until he reached me.



“Did you enjoy the show?” he asked.



I replied, acting as manly as I could considering I badly wanted to see, touch and taste this young man’s cock, “It was a good game.”



“Not that,” he said, shaking his head, his smile going wider, “Did you enjoy my show?”



“Excuse me?” I asked, feigning not to understand the implication.



Just then my son showed up. I said, “It was a good game, Simon.”



“Thanks Dad, but I didn’t do much.” He shrugged.



“Win as a team, lose as a team,” I countered.



Jimmy added his two cents’ worth, “Yes, we need back-ups too Simon. People to help keep the starters motivated.”



It seemed just a little condescending on the surface, yet, I briefly pondered if he was implying something sexual based on our very brief interactions.



An awkward pause followed before my son said, “I’m going to take a quick shower before we head home, ok.”



“Sure, sure,” I said, nervous and excited to be alone again with this confident teenager.



My son left and Jimmy asked, “So does he know?”



“Know what?” I asked, playing dumb.



“That his Daddy is a closet queer?”



“I am not!” I adamantly denied.



“You can seriously look into my face and tell me you don’t want to taste some chocolate?”



He asked, grabbing his crotch again.



Even though my words denied his assumptions, my stiff cock and red cheeks couldn’t hide my lust. I finally said, fighting my eagerness to taste the chocolate, “I need to go.”



He grabbed my shoulder and leaned into my ear, “Look faggot. I know, I always know, when some supposed straight guy is really a queer. And you are definitely a queer, aren’t you?”



“I-um-I,” I stammered, rattled by his aggressiveness.



“Look daddy. There are lots of white faggots eager to be my little fuck-toy. If you want the privilege, tell me now!” he demanded.



I didn’t make eye contact but whispered, “I do.”



“You do what?” he asked, forcing me to say it.



“I want to be your fuck-toy,” I admitted, humiliated, but added, “but please not here.”



“Fair enough, no one else needs to know you’re a faggot. But I do want to sample my merchandise today.”



“Kkkkkkkk,” I whispered, my mouth salivating over the thought of tasting his chocolate meat.



“I expect to meet you here at ten tonight, understood faggot?”



“Yes,” I submissively agreed.



“Good, don’t you dare be late, cocksucker,” he warned before leaving.



I stood there frozen for a brief time before quickly adjusting my stiff cock and going to the car to wait for Simon. In the car, I briefly pondered the potential hazards of my new predicament. On the one hand, I desperately wanted to taste him, to suck my first black cock. Plus, his confident manner only enhanced my eagerness to submit. On the other hand, it was easy to get away with it hundreds or thousands of miles away, but in my own backyard the risk of getting caught increased exponentially. Also, he knew my son. The slippery slope was getting increasingly slick.

Simon showed up and I decided to inquire more about Jimmy. But first we talked ball. “So, you just missed a double on the foul ball.”



“Yeah, then I grounded out,” he sighed.



“Hey, the best players only get on base 3 out of 10 at bats,” I pointed out.



“Well, the problem is getting ten at bats,” he replied, clearly frustrated. He had been a starter his whole life and I was surprised to see him on the bench, although this was Division 1 ball and much more competitive than high school.



“You just got to pay your dues,” I replied.



“I suppose. It’s just this Jimmy kid rubs it in all the time.”



“How so?” I asked, concerned for my son.



“Calls me the back-up, the white kid, or makes jokes like Simon says ‘sit on the bench’. Juvenile crap, but it does get old pretty quick. What was he talking to you about?”



I lied, “I just told him nice home run.”



Silence lingered as I realized the guy who I wanted to submit to was bullying my son. I decided I wouldn’t meet him.



That night, although tempting, I resisted and stayed home.



The next afternoon, I returned from my jog to see that Simon had a few teammates over in our backyard swimming. I noticed Jimmy, his smug smile unreadable in his intent. I also noticed he was wearing a tight blue swimming Speedo that professional swimmers wear and it did little to conceal his deadly weapon…a weapon that could be my downfall.



I greeted, “Simon you didn’t tell me we were having company.”



Simon said, “Well practice was long, it was so hot and Jimmy suggested we come take a dip in our pool.”



“He did, did he?” I replied, suddenly really worried about his intentions.



Jimmy jumped into the conversation, “I hope you don’t mind Mr. Winston.”



“Oh no, no. That’s why we put the pool in, to cool down,” I replied, realizing the innuendo I just set up.



Jimmy quickly retorted, taking the set-up, “Well, I definitely needed to cool down,” his sexual innuendo only caught by me.



Desperate to get out of this awkward situation, I said, “I’m going for a shower. After I am done, why don’t I throw some burgers on the barbecue?”



“Sounds great,” Simon agreed.



I disappeared into the house and to the bathroom for a really, really, cold shower. While in there, I tried to figure out how to play this. I figured he wouldn’t make a scene in front of his teammates so I would just act normal…whatever normal meant nowadays.



Out of the shower, I dressed and went to the kitchen to grab the burgers. I quickly marinated them and went to turn on the barbecue. Everyone was in the pool but Jimmy who was lying on a lawn-chair, his impressive package even more showcased than before. You could see the complete outline of his large stick. I tried not to stare, tried not to salivate, but it was like my eyes were being pulled by a magnet.



Jimmy noticed me staring, yet again, and stood up walking smugly to me, as was becoming the norm, as I scurried to my barbecue. I fired up the barbecue and hurried back to the kitchen, assuming he wouldn’t follow. I was wrong. He followed me in and instantly said, “So you stood me up, faggot. That will be one punishment.”



“What?” I asked.



“You heard me. Each disobedience equals one punishment. Although, you will never know when I will give it,” he confidently explained.



“Jimmy enough,” I said. “This is not going to happen.”



“Daddy-faggot, you were drooling so much out there, I thought you might crawl between my legs and suck me off right then and there in front of your son,” he smiled, adjusting his package in his skin tight Speedo.



I stammered, “I-I-I was not.”



He laughed. “Y-y-you were too. You can’t even look away now.”



He was right. I couldn’t take my eyes of the bulge so beautifully displayed in his tight blue Speedo. I shifted from denial to begging, “Please, stop.”



“Stop? I am just getting started. Training you to be my personal fuck-toy will take some time. The training begins now with your first punishment,” he explained, walking to my fridge. I watched stunned as he pilfered through my fridge until he said, “Excellent.”



He closed the fridge and walked over to me. He glanced outside before walking behind me and demanding, his voice powerful and strong, “Don’t you dare move, faggot-daddy.”



I stood frozen, confused, and yet as his hand slid inside the back of my shorts, I felt my cock flinch. I felt something cold between my ass cheeks, and with one push the cold object was in my ass. My face was red as shame overwhelmed me, yet my now stiff cock stopped any pretence that I didn’t enjoy it. The cold chill was numbing in a way I can’t explain.



He treated me condescendingly. “Good boy. This will stay in your ass until I tell you. Is that understood daddy-faggot?”



I ignored his question, asking, “W-w-what is in me?”



“A baby carrot, and it stays there all day, a reminder that you are my bitch. Is that understood?”



“Please, we can’t do this.”



“You are a faggot that craves cock. I need a white boy to deposit my seed. It is perfect,” he assessed.



“But you are my son’s friend,” I weakly protested, grasping at straws of morality.



“Simon is not my friend. He is my back-up in ball, nothing more, nothing less.” Jimmy added, “And to make this sale permanent, you should probably sample the goods.”



“What?” I asked in a stupor, both eager to submit and yet petrified to submit.



He pulled his tight Speedo down and released his almost ten-inch black snake. I stared at it in awe. It was way longer than anything I had sucked or fucked before. He smiled, “You have the same impressed look most white faggots have when they first get an up-close look at my meat. Now take a closer look.”



His big hands were on my shoulders as he pushed me onto my knees. I forgot I was at home, I forgot my son was just outside and I forgot my wife could be home any second as I stared at the biggest, most delicious looking cock I had ever seen.



Jimmy asked, “So faggot, can you still resist it?”



I didn’t even pretend to resist as I leaned forward and took it in my mouth. “Good boy,” he moaned. I bobbed eagerly on his big stick, for less than a minute when the front door opened. I quickly stood up and Jimmy said, “That was just a sample, daddy-faggot. But you understand I own you now, right?”



I nodded, ashamed, yet accepting it as the gospel.



“We will talk later, slut,” he smiled, squeezing my cock, and covering his chocolate stick just before my wife walked in.



Her usual blah look faded and she lit up as she greeted, “Jimmy. So nice to see you again.”



“You as well, Mrs. Winston. You look more beautiful every day,” he flirted shamelessly to my wife right in front of me.



I noticed my wife take a quick look below and the look in her eyes was obvious. She quickly averted her eyes, and turned to me. “How was your day?”



My wife glanced back at Jimmy as he went back outside, as I answered, “Just another day.”



The carrot in my ass was a constant reminder of what had just occurred. My wife and I briefly chatted before I headed out to make burgers while my wife got the toppings and condiments ready.



The next half hour life was pretty normal, other than the vegetable in my ass, of course. It is odd how quick you get used to something lodged in your butt. It wasn’t until I sat down to eat that I let out a little yelp in front of my wife and all the boys. My wife asked what was wrong and I said I just hit my funny bone, which wasn’t possible, but she didn’t catch on. I saw Jimmy smile, he and I the only ones who knew the real reason for my girly squeal.



After supper, I was cleaning the barbeque when Jimmy whispered in my ear, “That is the girly squeal I expect to hear a lot in the future, my faggot.” The way he stressed the word ‘my’ sent a chill up my back. It was clear I was going to be his bitch. As he went to leave and join the boys downstairs for some Xbox marathon he slapped my ass, pushing the carrot a little deeper into my ass, which only made me want it to go deeper yet.



I couldn’t sit still, and not because I had a carrot in my ass, but rather because I was anxiety riddled as I worried what Jimmy might do in my house and excited about the thought of tasting more of Jimmy’s cock.



A couple of hours later, Jimmy came upstairs and said, his sweetness dripping with deceit, “Thanks for the hospitality Mr. and Mrs. Winston.” He sounded like such a mild-mannered young man it was hard to believe he had been such a Dom just hours ago.



My wife, only seeing the gentleman, or, based on her smile, maybe she saw the same thing I did, a hung young stud, replied, “Oh, you are welcome here anytime you want, Jimmy.”



“Thank you, Mrs. Winston,” he smiled, “I may take you up on that offer.”



Once he was gone, I realized the carrot, I was currently sitting on, could not be taken out without his permission. Just as I was thinking this my cell rang. I got up and grabbed it. The number was not familiar, but that was not uncommon because of my job. “Hello.”



“I expect you in my car in five minutes.”



Before I could respond he had already hung up. I had no idea how I was going to make a believable excuse to meet him.



“Who was that?” my wife asked.



“Eddie,” I quickly lied, “He asked if I could come help him move a couch downstairs.” Eddie was our neighbour and we often helped each other so this was a believable short-term excuse.



“Ok,” she said and went back to reading some romance novel, which was quite ironic.



I quickly got ready and left the safety of normality for the completely unknown, but exciting world of submission. I walked to his car and quickly got in as if I was jumping into a getaway car. Once inside, he smiled, “That was quick. You are one eager little queer aren’t you?”



“Yes,” I replied letting go of any remaining inhibitions I had.



“Tonight, I am in a hurry, so you have five minutes to get me off or I add a new punishment.”



I looked up and he said, “Well, don’t just stare at me like some lovesick school girl, the clock has started.”



In a flash, I was fumbling with his zipper and pulling out his mostly erect cock. I ignored the fact that I was in a car, in front of my house, and devoured his cock. I sucked it eagerly and passionately, desperate to make him happy, get him off and get the salty reward I craved. I was no longer a husband, no longer a father, I was a cocksucker and it made me feel so good. As his moans increased, a chill went up my spine knowing it was me getting him excited. I never slowed down, taking over seven inches of his cock in my mouth. It wasn’t my usual slow and simmer blow job, but the end result was just the same as I felt his salty seed spray into my mouth, coating my throat. He came more than any other man I had pleasured, but I was able to swallow it all. I kept sucking, hungry to get any remaining cum, until he finally lifted me off his cock.



“Damn boy, you are on eager cocksucker. You still had a minute to spare,” he said, seemingly impressed, which strangely made me proud.



His aftertaste lingered in my mouth, as I silently waited for him to say something.



Jimmy put his cock away and asked a completely out of the blue question. “Your wife will be at work tomorrow?”



“Yes,” I answered, unsure why he was asking.



“And your daughter is at camp?”



I pondered how he knew that, but I answered, “Yes, she is a camp counsellor all summer.”



“Good,” he smiled, before asking an even odder question. “Does your wife still have her wedding dress?”



“Yeah, I am pretty sure she does,” I considered, recalling it in the corner of her closet.



“Good. I expect you wearing it, a pair of your wife’s panties and white stockings and be on your bed at one tomorrow afternoon,” he revealed.



“What?” I asked stunned. “Don’t you have practice?”



“We do, but the coach and I have a special agreement,” he said, his smile making it obvious that the special agreement included the fact that he was fucking him too.



“Coach Carter?” I asked, incredulously. He was my coach twenty-five years ago and the most intense guy I ever met. His wife was the school principal. It just didn’t seem plausible.



“Oh yeah,” Jimmy chuckled. “I knew I could turn him queer the first time I was in the shower. He saw my cock and it was only a matter of time.”



“He was straight then?” I asked.



“As an arrow,” he smiled, “but one look at my cock and he began his descent into faggothood.”



“I can’t believe it,” I said mindlessly, unable to comprehend Coach Carter, my hero growing up, being a faggot…like me.



“Oh yeah and he squealed like a little girl the first time I plugged his ass. Although I may need you to teach him how to suck cock, he still hasn’t really got the hang of it.”



I was mortified at the thought of Coach Carter knowing about my indiscretions. “Please no,” I whispered.



He laughed. “You don’t still think you have any say, do you?”



“No, but it can’t get out that I….” I paused not sure how to describe myself.



“Am a cocksucking faggot who craves my cum?”



“Yeah,” I agreed, ashamed and yet turned-on by the harsh humiliation.



“Now get out of here, faggot!” I began to leave, and he offered, “You are free to take the carrot out.”



“Thank you,” I replied.



He laughed hard, “You are welcome faggot,” and drove away.



I returned home, his sweet taste still in my mouth…craving more.







As soon as my wife was gone for work the next morning, I searched her closet for her wedding dress. It was hung up in the back corner like I recalled. I pulled it out and lay it on the bed. I searched her drawer and found a pair of white panties, but couldn’t find any white stockings. I had my own pair of beige stockings from back in Atlanta, but that was it. So I quickly drove to the mall and bought a pair of white thigh highs. The girl gave me a slightly curious look, but didn’t say anything.



Returning home around 11:30, I waited an hour for Simon to leave before rushing up to my room to get ready. I got naked, showered again quickly and got dressed. I had worn my other thigh highs a few times under my clothes to feel more girly, which was a turn-on for some reason, so I now knew how to put them on properly. Once on, I pulled my wife’s panties on, barely, leaving no breathing room for my erect cock. I sat on the bed and rubbed my own silk stocking legs. It got me even more excited as I stood up and got my wife’s dress on. Being a big, showy, dress it had lots of room to it. Fully dressed as a bride, I nervously and excitingly waited for Jimmy to arrive.



He showed up fifteen minutes late. The moment I opened the door, he smiled. “Well, aren’t you pretty?”



“Please come in,” I said, embarrassed to be potentially scene by any passerby. I quickly closed the door once he was in.



“Let’s go to your bedroom, faggot. It is time to christen you as my fuck-toy,” he announced.



My ass tingled with the thought of being filled. I led him to my room and he ordered, “Get my cock ready, slut. The first load goes down your fairy mouth.”



I obeyed eagerly, pulling down his pants and underwear and taking his cock in my mouth. Not in a hurry this time, I began by swirling my tongue around his mushroom top, creating saliva to bathe his cock.



He approved, “Yes, my slut, worship my cock.”



I continued the tender treatment, slowly going a bit deeper as time progressed, until he ordered, “Suck my balls, homo.”



I had never done that before. I reluctantly took the delicious chocolate stick out of my mouth and slid my tongue down his base to his somewhat hairy balls. I gently took one in my mouth, unsure the protocol for ball sucking. When he didn’t complain, I found the other ball and replicated the pleasure procedure. I went back and forth a couple of more times before the black stud instructed, “Now suck my cock until you can get the whole thing in your sissy mouth.”



I wasn’t sure I would be able to get all ten inches in my mouth, but I was determined to try. I returned to his beautifully stiff cock. I began slowly bobbing on his cock, each forward movement going deeper as I took more and more of his cock in my mouth.



“Good, cocksucker,” he moaned, my constant rhythm on his cock clearly working. As I continued taking more and more of his cock in my mouth, I got more and more excited. “Only a couple more inches, faggot,” he pointed out.



I didn’t slow down as I continued my quest to deep-throat his long cock. Unfortunately, before I could get the last inch in my mouth, I felt cum coat my throat. It surprised me and I gagged a bit, losing some of his cum. I made a quick recovery, extracting any last specks of cum before he pulled out.



He pointed to the floor. “You spilt some of my precious seed.”



Without hesitation, I dropped to the floor and licked up his spilt cum.



“Fuck you are one eager queer. How long you been a pipe-smoker?” he asked.



Still on the floor, in a completely subservient position, I retold my coming of age.



“Wow. And now you are a white sub for black cock.”



I didn’t say anything as he finished getting undressed. He pulled out a camera from his bag and said, “Say cheese, cum-lover.”



“Please don’t!” I pleaded, covering up my face.



“That is one punishment,” he scolded, his tone of authority clear. “Now look up at me and smile like the queer sissy you are.”



Defeated and horrified, I obeyed, looking up, but my smile was fake.



He noticed, saying, “I want a real smile. I bet the best way to get that is by fucking your white ass.”



He pulled me up, led me to the bed and demanded, “Pose.”



I did a few poses as instructed before he asked, “Does your sexy wife have any toys?”



Knowing they were probably for me, I answered, “Yes, in the second drawer.”



He retrieved my wife’s blue vibe and demanded “on all fours, my bride.”



I obeyed, awkwardly, as the dress was long and flopped everywhere. Once in position, he went behind me flipped up my dress, and took pictures of me in my wife’s panties. He took off the panties and without any lube or warning, shoved my wife’s vibe up my ass. I let out a surprised scream, which quickly shifted to shrieks of pleasure as the quick pulses teased my ass. Once in, he turned it on high and took more photos. Moving in front of me, he took more pictures, my facial expressions unable to hide the pleasure the toy in my ass was giving me. He shoved his cock back into my mouth and took even more pictures. I was petrified of what he intended to do with them, but it no longer mattered, I was his bitch.



A couple of minutes later he pulled out and asked, “Are you ready to have your ass fucked, princess?”



Wanting nothing more, I answered eagerly, “Oh god yes, fuck my ass with your big cock.”



He went behind me and pushed the vibe in deeper as he asked, “Who owns you?”



I let out a loud yelp and answered, “Yooooooou do.”



“And you will suck who I tell you to?” he asked, testing his authority over me.



“Yes, I’ll be your perfect cocksucker,” I answered, willing to do anything to feel his long black cock in me.



He pulled the toy out of my ass and put his hands on my hips. “And you will fuck who I tell you to fuck?”



I could feel his cock between my cheeks. I wanted it, needed it so badly I would promise him anything. “Yes, sir, I am your faggot to use as you please.” So immersed in my submission to the black teenager, I didn’t care about future consequences but only feeling his cock in my ass.



I felt him push forward and into me and I thanked him profusely. “Oh yes, thank you for fucking me. Use me as you wish.”



He began pumping away in my ass as he said, “Do you want to suck off Coach Carter?”



“If you want me to,” I replied, the thought of sucking my former hero suddenly a turn-on.



“Do you want me to take you to our college glory hole where you can suck cock after cock after cock?”



His cock deep in me now, I moaned, “Oh fuck yes, take me to a glory hole, or bend my ass over the hole so others can fuck me.”

He laughed. “You are such a queer. What if I just took you to a party, blindfolded you, and allowed both your holes to be used all night?”



The thought was crazy, the thought was humiliating and yet it was all I suddenly wanted. “Oh yes, Jimmy, make it happen.”



“I am almost all in you, my faggot. Think you can take the last two inches?” he asked.



“Make me take them,” I replied, desperately wanting to feel all of him. “My ass is yours. Do with it as you please.”



“Good girl,” he grunted and in one hard thrust forward filled me deeper than I thought possible. A sharp pain shot through my body, but quickly dissipated as he began pounding my ass mercilessly.



“Oh yes, yes, your cock feels so fucking good,” I moaned.



He continued to ravish my ass for another ten minutes, the only sound me huffing like a school girl until he pulled out, flipped me onto my back and in seconds coated my face with his cum. I opened my mouth to catch as much as I could, but most hit my chin, cheek, forehead and hair. Once done, he ordered, “Don’t move.”



I obeyed and he returned and took pictures of me dripping with cum in my wife’s wedding dress.



He began getting dressed and said, “You have officially been christened as my faggot. Always have your phone on in case I need to deposit a load, is that clear?”



“Yes,” I replied, and he was gone.



Over the next week, he fucked me two more times and I loved it, although the fear of getting caught was always there; a forbidden taboo that only seemed to enhance the thrill.



It was the day before my holidays were done and I was going to be heading out to Washington for a few days that my secret life was revealed to my family…but that is an entirely different story.



Curiosity: My Son too?



I was driving Simon to his game, a couple of days before I was to leave on a trip, when he said, “Dad, how do you deal with bullies?”



“There are still bullies at your age?” I asked.



“Yeah, the last week, Jimmy has gone from annoying to downright rude.”



“How so?” I asked, concerned about Jimmy’s intentions.



“Well he had me massage his feet after games, he mocks my manhood all the time and has started calling me names and implying things.”



“Like what?” I asked, even though I already knew deep down.



Simon put his head down, clearly embarrassed. Finally, he said, “He calls me Mini-cock and started calling me faggot yesterday. He asks why I always stare at his penis.”



I was suddenly angry, although I had no idea how to deal with it. I texted Jimmy that we needed to talk, but he didn’t reply. I didn’t see Jimmy until he texted me the next day at lunch and said, “I will be there in an hour, assume the position and leave the door open.”



Our last two times, I was instructed to be in stockings, panties and a different dress of my wife’s. Each time he had took pictures, had me swallow the first load and then he pounded my ass, finishing each time by coating my face. I needed to confront him about my son, but didn’t know how.



I got dressed as expected, this time in a pink flower pattern and waited in the living room. My wife was at work and Simon at practice, so it was safe. When I heard the door open, I quickly got in position, which was on my knees, hands behind my back.



He walked in, dropped his shorts and shoved his cock in my mouth without a word. Unlike the last few times, this time he grabbed my head and fucked my mouth. It was all I could do to not gag on his big, stiff cock. He was close to coming, I think, when the door suddenly opened.



I quickly took Jimmy’s cock out of my mouth to see my son at the door, his mouth dropped open.



Simon said, “Dad?”



I quickly stammered, “S-S-Simon I can explain.”



Jimmy laughed. “That I would like to hear.”



I realized I had nothing and shifted to an apology. “Ok, I can’t explain. Sorry, son, I-um….”



Jimmy interrupted, “Your daddy is a faggot; a horny cocksucker; a fairy that loves nothing better than my big cock up his butt. Isn’t that right, queer?”



Mortified and humiliated, I admitted, “Yes.”



“Yes, what?” Jimmy questioned.



“Yes, I am your faggot.”



“My bitch?”



“Your bitch.”



“My cocksucking cum deposit?”



Unable to look my son in the eye, I repeated, “Yes, your cocksucking cum deposit.”



“As is your son?” Jimmy said, throwing me for a loop.



“What?” I asked, looking up at Simon.



Simon stood frozen and confused, his red cheeks implying his own guilt. Jimmy explained, “Oh, don’t worry Daddy, he isn’t a cocksucker yet, that will happen in a couple of minutes. But like I knew you were a closet queer, I know your son is one too.”



Attempting to protect my son, I said, “Leave my son out of this.”



“Are you questioning me?”



I froze.



“I didn’t think so. Get back to sucking my cock while I talk with your son.”



I didn’t move at first, but unable to disobey Jimmy, I gave in to my weakness and took his cock into my mouth in front of my nineteen-year-old son.



Jimmy explained, “Simon, you are like your dad, you just don’t know it yet. Right now you are watching your dad sucking my cock and you are not repulsed, but rather intrigued. Am I right?”



I couldn’t see Simon with my mouth full of cock, but Simon’s lack of denial worried me.



Jimmy said, “Simon, you’re a faggot. Accept it. Is your cock hard right now? It shouldn’t be unless you are a faggot.”



Silence.



“Take off your pants, Simon,” Jimmy ordered. A few seconds later, Jimmy said, “Good boy, now your underwear.” I was mortified at what he was making my son do, yet all I did was keep sucking his cock like a good fairy. A couple of seconds later, “You are solid stiff, Simon. Why?”



He finally spoke, “I-I-I have no idea.”



“Come join your dad,” Jimmy ordered.



I heard footsteps and my son was on his knees beside me.



Jimmy said, “Watch your Daddy suck cock. He is a natural cocksucker. Soon you will get your chance to smoke from my pipe.”



Having my son watch me should have been the most horrifying thing ever, yet somehow it seemed to turn me on even more. I sucked his cock slowly, letting my son see me make love to Jimmy’s cock with my mouth.



A few minutes later, Jimmy pulled out of my mouth and offered it to Simon. Simon looked at me so confused, maybe looking for help or a way out of this situation, but instead I said, “Suck Jimmy’s cock, son. Become a faggot, like daddy.”



Simon looked at me one last second, his respect of me as a protector gone, and opened his mouth. Jimmy slid his cock inside my son’s mouth and said, “Good boy, Simon. Now go nice and slow. Get used to my cock in your mouth; it will be there a lot. When your dad is gone, you become my cum deposit.”



I felt ashamed allowing my son to be dragged in to the sexual depravity that I had succumbed to, yet I had no choice. I was helpless against Jimmy’s cock; I would do anything to have it, including apparently giving my son to him. As he said earlier, he owned me and it was true.



I watched my son struggle with sucking his first cock and offered assistance. “Take your time son. His cock takes time to get used to.”



Jimmy agreed, “Listen to your sissy daddy, faggot, you will be doing this a lot.”



Simon slowed down.



I instructed, “Use your tongue and swirl around his delicious lollipop. Treat it like you would a lollipop.” I pulled the cock out of my son’s mouth and said, “Let daddy teach you.” I extended my tongue and swirled it around Jimmy’s mushroom top. I then closed my mouth and did the same thing.



Handing the erect missile back to my son. “Now you try.”



It was bizarre. The last time I handed him a stick after showing him how to use it was when we first went fishing, yet now I was teaching him to suck cock. It was so wrong, so very wrong, yet it turned me on just the same. My son copied what I had showed him. Jimmy approved, “That’s better, sissy. You may become a good cocksucker like your daddy, yet.”



For a few minutes, Simon slowly worked on Jimmy’s cock. I watched intently, taking the odd glimpse of my son’s reasonably sized, fully erect, six-inch cock.



Jimmy noticed and asked, “Is daddy hungry for his son’s cock?”



I quickly denied, “No, no, that is wrong.”



“But teaching your son how to be a cocksucker is ok?” Jimmy pointed out.



I blushed, having no answer.



“Crawl between his legs and let him feel what a great blowjob feels like,” Jimmy instructed.



I briefly considered saying no, but I knew he would make me in the end and I was hungry for cock, even if it was my son’s. I obeyed, my son moving his legs apart to allow me access to his rod, clearly eager to be blown even if it was by his father. Once in position, I did my usual blow job special. As soon as his cock was in my mouth he was no longer my son, but a delicious cock that could quench my thirst for cum. A couple of minutes in, my son shot his cum down my throat. I kept sucking, knowing at his young age he wasn’t shrinking anytime soon.



Jimmy followed a minute later. “Here it comes, faggot. Here comes your first load of cum, the first of so many.”



I quickly moved up and watched like a proud father of a son who hits his first home run as my son got his first taste of cum. I was jealous of my son…he was lucky. If only I had found out how good it was to taste cock when I was eighteen. I wasted so many years of a vanilla life.



Some cum dripped down my son’s face and I instinctively scooped it with my finger and put it in my mouth. My son stared at me with a look of confusion at what had occurred and I imagined how good it felt.



I comforted, “There is nothing to be ashamed of, son.”



Jimmy added, “Yes, we need cocksucking faggots, just like we need slutty chicks, isn`t that right, daddy-faggot.”



I sighed, “Well, that is one way to put it. But Simon, if you are like me you loved the thrill of power you had when his cock was in his mouth. You decided when he came.”



Simon finally spoke. “But I will be the laughingstock of the team.”



Jimmy said, “It can stay a secret as long as you obey like a good sissy.”



I added, attempting to relax my clearly insecure son about his newfound sexuality, “Simon. You are not a freak. You are special.”



Jimmy added, “Yes, my special personal fuck-toy.”



I sighed, hoping to relax Simon, but I continued, “Don’t be ashamed. It took me forty-four years to find out who I am. You are finding out about your sexuality way younger. You are lucky. And, it is 2012, not 1955. People come out all the time.”



“You haven’t,” Simon pointed out.



I paused. “True, son. It is complicated. I am still married and in love with your mom, even if it is a platonic love. I would hate to break her heart, or crush your sister.”



“Talking about breaks, this break is over, and it is time to break someone’s cherry,” Jimmy said.



Simon’s eyes went bigger than a cute kitten.



Jimmy ordered, “Daddy-faggot, get the lube.”



I quickly went upstairs to my hidden supply and returned, finding Simon on all fours like a puppy, his still erect cock dangling in the breeze.



Jimmy instructed, “Rim your son first.”



My fully erect and ignored cock begging for action and doing all my thinking, I eagerly obeyed, crawling behind my son, spreading his tight ass cheeks and I began rimming his virgin puckered hole. After I coated it with saliva, I struggled to push my tongue inside. I barely broke through, but his restrictive hole slowly opened up.



“Finger your son, you incestuous fag,” Jimmy ordered, continuing the verbal humiliation that only got me hornier.



I said, “Son, this will go way easier if you relax.”



“Kkkkkkkk,” he whimpered clearly nervous.



I lubed my finger generously and slowly pushed forward. My son let out the slightest of moans as his ass allowed its first violator. Once in, I wiggled around a bit, attempting to begin the gaping process. Each movement had my son making girl-like sounds.



Jimmy chuckled, “He even moans like a girl.”



Simon’s face went redder, so I slid a second finger in to distract him from the humiliating words being shot at him. Simon let out a loud squeal and said, “Oh god, Dad, that hurts.”



“It’s ok, son, the burn is only temporary. Once your ass gets used to opening up, the burn will fade and a pleasure unlike any other will consume you,” I advised and promised.



I continued the slow push forward, the slow wiggle, and the slow gaping. I asked, “How you doing, son?”



“Better,” he answered.



Staring at his tight ass, I suddenly was obsessed with being his first. My next words I think shocked all three of us. “Jimmy. May I please be the first to fuck my son?”



Jimmy laughed. “You want to take your own son’s virginity?”



“Yes,” I answered.



“What do I get in return?”



“Anything you want,” I answered, willing to do any sexual perversion he would later make me do.



“Deal. But remember you said anything,” Jimmy warned, a smile so devilish I couldn’t even begin to imagine what he had in mind.



“Understood,” I replied, adding, “You own me, Jimmy.”



“Excellent. Go fuck your son. I will film it for posterity,” he announced, pulling out a camcorder from his bag. I looked at him shocked and he explained, “I planned to film you today, but this is even better.”



Way past having any moral concerns, or worrying about what he might do with the tape, I reached for the lube and generously coated both my cock and my son’s ass.



Jimmy ordered, the camera on, “Simon, tell Daddy what you want.”



Simon clearly past caring, like his father, feeling my finger back in his ass, “I want to be fucked.”



“Where?” Jimmy asked.



“In my ass,” Simon moaned.



“By who?”



“My dad,” my son admitted.



“You mean your Daddy?”



I pulled my finger out and moved my lubed cock in position as Simon begged, like I had my first time, “Oh god yes, Daddy, fuck me. Make me a faggot like you, Daddy.”



His naughty mouth was hot and I pushed forward, breaking my son’s anal cherry. His girl-like whimpers only made it hotter as I slowly pushed forward.



“Oh god Daaaaaddy, you are filling me up.”



“You like Daddy’s cock in your ass?” I asked.



“Yeeeees,” he moaned, taking my whole cock.



Once fully in him, I paused, letting him get accustomed to a cock inside him. After a few seconds, he begged, “Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me like you like getting fucked.”



Almost busting a nut right then, I obliged, slowly moving in and out of his tight ass. Every push forward allowed a girly whimper out of him and I knew I would not last long in my son.



Getting used to a cock fucking him, he begged, “Harder daddy. Fuck your son. Drill your sissy. Oh yes, harder daddy. Treat me like a slut.”



His begging was too much and I knew I was going to come soon. A minute later, I pulled out and he whined, “Noooooooo,” as I quickly moved to his face and pumped my cock.



He opened his mouth like a good trained sub and caught the first spray of his daddy’s seed. The second spray hit his nose and forehead. The third landed on the floor. He leaned forward and took my cock back in his mouth. I moaned, “That’s it my sissy son, clean Daddy’s cock that just took her cherry.”



He moaned and swirled his tongue around my cockhead like I had taught him earlier. Jimmy put the camera down and sauntered confidently over to my kneeling son.



Jimmy positioned himself behind and said, “Well, your Daddy got you prepared for a real cock. Are you ready sissy?”



“Yes, Jimmy, shove your big black cock in me,” my son begged, taking my cock out of his mouth.



I went to the camcorder and filmed my son getting fucked. Jimmy pushed forward, going balls deep in one single thrust, and Simon let out a scream so loud I was worried the neighbours might have heard.



Jimmy grunted, fucking my son mercilessly, “Whose bitch are you?”



“I’m your bitch, Jimmy,” my son huffed.



“Who will you always obey?” Jimmy questioned.



“You Master, I will obey you always,” my son squealed.



My cock flinched at the thought of Master, instantly beginning to rise again.



“Master, I like that,” Jimmy smiled, sweat dripping off him as he really hammered away at my son.



“Yes, you own me and Daddy,” Simon admitted. “I don’t care who knows, Master.”



I was in awe at my son’s ultimate submission.



Jimmy’s smile got big. “I have such plans for you sissy, such big plans. What about your girlfriend, sissy?”



“She’s yours, Jimmy. I know she has been checking you out. It is obvious,” my son offered.



“You will set it up so I can fuck her?” Jimmy asked.



“Yeeeees, anything you want, Maaaaaster,” Simon screamed, completely in sexual delirium from the pleasure in his ass.



Both focused on what was happening, Simon continued whimpering like a school girl and Jimmy never relenting as his sword split apart my son’s ass. Five minutes, became ten, which became fifteen before Jimmy grunted and clearly filled my son’s ass with his dominant seed. My son quaked, his legs wobbled and I watched as he shot his own load on the floor without his cock ever being touched.



As Jimmy pulled out, he said amused, “Wow, you are the greatest faggot of all. I have never fucked a queer who has shot his load without being touched. Daddy you better clean that up.”



I handed Jimmy the camera and fell to the ground and slurped up my son’s cum from the floor.



Eventually, Jimmy got dressed and asked, “Simon, why were you even home, didn’t we have practice?”



“It was cancelled. Didn’t you get the text?”



Jimmy grabbed his phone, smiled, “Well, so it was.”



Based on his tone, I suddenly realized Jimmy had set this up. “Well, I am off,” Jimmy, looking at his two still erect naked faggots. Looking at our stiff cocks he said, “You two are insatiable.”



Once he was gone, Simon asked shyly, “Dad, can I um, well….”



I said asked, “You want to fuck your Dad, do you son?”



“Yes,” he sheepishly whispered.



“Son, my ass is yours whenever you want it,” I said, standing up and bending over the couch. “But my knees are killing me.”



My son stood up, went behind me and paused.



I begged, “Son, shove that big snake in me. Fuck your Daddy. Make me your bitch.”



It was as if a switch turned on my son. He shifted from submissive bottom to dominant top. He pushed forward and filled my ass. “How does my cock feel, Dad?”



“Amazing son.”



“I can’t believe you are a fucking fairy Dad,” he grunted.



“I’m your fairy, son. Use me whenever you want,” I offered.



He fucked me hard and said, “I jerk off two or three times, Daddy. Now I have two tight holes to use, don’t I?”



“Yeees, son,” I moaned.



Simon having come twice, I was in for a long ride. It was over twenty minutes of pounding and verbal humiliation as he called me a ton of names: faggot, whore, sissy, pussy, slut, cocksucker, homo, daddy-faggot and more and I agreed with every one of them. Finally, he grunted and felt his warm seed fill me.



“Take my cum, slut,” he grunted.



I replied, “Fill your slut with your juice.”



Once spent, he pulled out and saw my stiff cock ready to burst. Shifting again to girly, he asked, “Does Daddy need to come?”



“Yes,” I whimpered.



He grabbed my cock, and began pumping it. “Do you want me to suck you, Daddy?”



“Please.”



“Beg, Daddy.”



“Oh God son. Please suck Daddy’s cock.”



Simon took my cock in his mouth and practiced his newly acquired skill. In less than two minutes of him bobbing up and down on my rod, I warned, “I’m about to cum, son.”



In the ultimate reversal of any other gay sex act I had ever been a part of or read about, he pulled out, bent over and begged, “Come in my ass, Daddy.”



I didn`t think twice, I quickly shoved my already quivering cock in his already cum-filled ass and in four fast strokes deposited a second load of cum in my no longer straight son’s ass.



Eventually, we collapsed on the couch. Simon’s phone rang a couple of minutes later and it was Carrie, his girlfriend. Simon grabbed his clothes and left to talk to her while I sat on my couch wondering just how I was going to keep this house of cards from tumbling down. I also wondered about the word ‘anything’. Jimmy’s devious grin told me that he already had something in mind and it could be any number of humiliating things.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how one would perceive it, the house of cards was about to fall completely down and every part of my life would be forever changed…but that is another story….



Curiosity: My Wife Three?



I was gone for a few days, when I bottomed two different strangers to quench my constant need to submit. I craved Jimmy’s cock as well as my son’s, who had deposited a load of cum in my mouth in the airport bathroom before I flew out.



The flight home arrived on time, a rarity in my many travel experiences, and Simon was there to pick me up. As we waited for the luggage, Simon motioned to the bathroom where he quenched my thirst. His salty seed aftertaste in my mouth, we drove home and he told me about Jimmy taking him to a glory hole to practice. I instantly wanted to go to, wondering where a glory hole even existed in our city. Simon admitted he swallowed over twenty loads of cum and had had his ass fucked by the owner…an older woman with a strap-on. Envious, I prayed I was going to have my first glory hole experience very, very soon. He had also sucked Jimmy before each game and Jimmy kept hinting that Simon would soon be giving the whole team the pre-game pleasure.



We arrived home and I was exhausted. Simon carried my bag in and I went up the stairs to my bedroom, where I heard the clear moans of my wife. Curiosity, which had gotten me into many predicaments, got me in one more. I peeked into my room and saw my wife, in her wedding dress, bouncing up and down on Jimmy’s cock. Her eyes were closed but she was clearly enjoying riding on Jimmy’s big black pogo stick. I stared in disbelieve realizing the ‘anything’ from his earlier conversation was my wife.



I should have been furious, but instead my cock rose and it was jealousy that I felt instead. That was my cock she was playing with. I couldn’t believe my logic. I wasn’t mad at him fucking my wife, I was mad I would have to share him with my wife.



Jimmy asked my moaning wife, “What are you going to tell hubby when he gets here?”



“I-I-I don’t know,” she moaned, bouncing rapidly on his cock, seemingly taking all ten inches in her cunt.



“Are you going to tell him that your cunt belongs to me now?” he questioned.



“Yes, if that is what you want,” she moaned.



“And that he can only fuck you if he gets permission from your Master?”



“Yes, I don’t want his pathetic little cock anyway, Master, I only want yours,” she moaned, my humiliation growing.



“Well, and the other big cocks I will make you fuck,” he added.



She opened her eyes giving away a hint of fear, yet her words showed none. “I’ll fuck whoever you make me Master. I didn’t know I could feel this good.”



“Your husband doesn’t get you off?”



“Not like you do,” she screamed, her orgasm hitting her hard. She had never come from fucking in our whole sex life. Only from being eaten. The shame continued to build.



“That is three already, you have a trigger pussy, slut.”



“Give me more, Master, I want him to see me be fucked by a real man,” she begged, not knowing I was hearing every word of my belittlement.



“Get on all fours, slut,” he demanded. “It is time to take ownership of your third and final hole.”



This was where she would stop. No way would she allow him to fuck her ass. Not in a million years.



She got off his cock, onto all fours so she was facing the door, and asked, “Please be gentle, Master. I have been wearing the plug like you ordered for the past three days, but your cock is so much bigger.”



Butt plug? Three days? That was right after I left.



“Don’t worry, cunt, soon you will be taking ten inch cocks in all three holes at the same time. We just got to get you used to it,” Jimmy said casually. Jimmy grabbed lube that was on the night table and coated his cock and went behind my wife. He pulled out the plug and tossed it aside. My eyes went big. She had a wide plug in her ass for three days? I don’t know if there was anything that could surprise me anymore.



“Beg for it, bitch!” Jimmy ordered.



“Oh, Master, fuck my ass, take my anal cherry. The one place I had refused my husband, I will not refuse you. Don’t be gentle, Master. Fuck me like you would any of your teenage sluts.”



Jimmy looked directly at me through the tiny crack in the door and smiled. He pushed forward, never breaking eye contact with me as he took my wife’s ass. As soon as he penetrated her virgin ass, my wife got animated in ways she never had with me. “Oh yes, Master. Your cock feels so good in my ass.”



Jimmy said, “Good evening, Mr. Winston.”



Caught, I walked into my own bedroom. My wife looked at me and instead of feigning any sort of explanation; she smiled and began bouncing back on the cock in her ass.



“Slut, tell your husband who owns you,” Jimmy demanded, even though I already knew.



“Honey, I am sorry, but Jimmy here is my Master. He owns my cocksucking lips, my white pussy and my no longer virgin aaaaaaaaaaass,” she moaned as she bounced further back on Jimmy’s ten inch tank. “Oh god, Master, it feels so good.”



“Get undressed, faggot,” Jimmy ordered.



My wife’s head turned back to me. Ignoring her confused look, I began getting undressed. Jimmy explained, “You are not my only slut, Theresa.”



“W-w-what?” she stammered, both out of shock and because a ten-inch cock was buried between her ass cheeks.



“Go ahead faggot, tell your wife the truth,” Jimmy ordered.



Now naked and my cock fully erect, I admitted my infidelity and my sexual deviance, “I’m sorry too, Theresa, but Jimmy made me his bitch a couple of weeks ago.”



My wife gave a look so appalling I felt like a complete loser. Jimmy held Theresa’s ass and said, “Don’t judge Theresa. He refused me the first time I offered my big black snake, unlike you.”



“But he fucked a guy,” she said, repulsed.



“So are you,” Jimmy pointed out.



“It’s not the same,” she said, glaring at me. Which I thought was ironic since she was on our bed, in her wedding dress, with a cock in her ass.



Jimmy defended me. “Oh Theresa it is all semantics. Each of you submitted to me because you wanted to…needed to. Plus, you had your lips wrapped around my cock the moment I offered it to you. So can you really judge?”



“But my husband is a faggot.”



“I fucked him. Does that make me a faggot?” Jimmy questioned.



“I-I-I don’t know,” she answered, clearly confused.



Jimmy did three quick hard pumps in my wife’s ass. My wife screamed in pleasure.



“Tell your husband about submitting to me,” he ordered.



Her face went red, but her icy glare at me showed she was furious at me and ignoring her own indiscretion. “Will you keep fucking me, Master, while I tell my faggot husband about the best sex I have ever had?”



“Sure, slut,” he agreed, returning to slowly fucking my wife’s ass.



She moaned, attempting to hurt me. “Fuck, Master, your cock is so much bigger than my husband’s. It feels so fucking good in my tight ass. Do you like his cock in your ass too, honey?”



Her sarcastic tone at the word ‘honey’ hurt, but I answered, “Yes.”



“Are you enjoying watching him take my ass for the first time?” she moaned.



“Yes,” I again sheepishly replied.



“You know he owns me now, faggot,” she said.



“Yes, he owns me too,” I admitted.



“Tell him, slut,” Jimmy ordered, slapping her ass.



“Well, Jimmy stayed over the night you left for a Xbox marathon with Simon. All evening, Jimmy would come up for snacks and chat with me always adjusting his cock. Twice in the kitchen he touched me casually and I felt a spark down below. I assumed it was all innocent until a few hours later when I woke up and his cock was tapping on my lips. I woke up alarmed and saw a naked Jimmy and his super cock staring at me. He said that Simon was asleep and it was time for me to be the white slut for black cock I fantasized about. My conscience debated for about ten seconds before I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. His first load filled my mouth. His second load filled my unprotected cunt.”



Jimmy finally added, “Because what am I doing with you?”



“Breeding my white cunt, Master,” she moaned.



It was my turn to be angry. She was willing to allow herself to get knocked up by an 18-year-old black teen. The public humiliation if she gave birth to a black child was the ultimate degradation.



“You want him to knock you up?” I asked.



“Yes. I want to carry Master’s seed. I will never deny him,” she answered, before adding, “Apparently just like you.”



That shot was tough to argue.



Jimmy broke the silence and the frozen glares we both were giving each other. “Look, you are both my sluts. To make it official, get over here, faggot.”



I went to the bed. He pulled his cock out of my wife’s ass and into in my mouth. He explained, “Faggot, your wife is now my slut. This bed is our bed. When you are home, you can sleep on the coach or on the floor in our room or wherever. You are to obey every order your wife gives and can only have sex with her if you get permission from me first. I am your Master and your wife is your Mistress. Is that clear?”



“Yes, Master,” I said, taking his big cock out of my mouth, my life beginning to unravel.



My wife asked, “But what about Simon?”



I went red and Jimmy said, “Funny you should ask about that.”



He grabbed the remote control and pressed play. On my 46 inch TV was the replay of me begging to fuck my son.



“Oh…my…God,” my wife said to no one, her eyes glued on the screen.



I watched in detached awe as I saw myself taking my son’s virginity.



“You fucked our son?” she asked, glaring at me.



I looked down, ashamed. Jimmy said, “Don’t judge, slut. You are about to fuck him too.”



“What?” she said, shocked by this revelation.



“Simon,” Jimmy called and explained, “You see, Theresa, I don’t just have two Winston sluts…I have three.”



“No,” she said in disbelief, just as Simon arrived in the room.



He stuttered, “M-m-mom too?”



“Get undressed, faggot,” Jimmy instructed.



My wife for the first time showed reservation. She said, “Please Jimmy, not with my son. That is wrong!”



The video of me fucking my son still playing, Jimmy said, “No son, no Master.”



My wife was clearly considering her options. Jimmy seeing my wife hesitating pulled his cock out of my mouth and in one straight stroke filled my wife’s ass. “Are you having second thoughts, my sweet slut?”



“Aaaaaah, no Master,” she moaned, any bout of morality she was having gone as all she cared about was the raw feeling of a cock in her ass.



” No, Master, what?” he asked, stopping while lodged deep in her.



“No, Master I am not having second thoughts,” she moaned, trying to push on our Master’s 18-year-old cock.



“Simon come over to Mommy,” Jimmy ordered.



My wife went as red as Snow White’s apple as she watched her son’s stiff cock coming towards her.



“Ask me for permission to suck your faggot son’s cock,” Jimmy ordered, as he began fucking her ass again.



She looked at him, pleading with her eyes, but not getting the same reaction she always got with her whipped husband. Finally, she begged rather convincingly, “Master, may I please suck my son’s big cock?”



“You may, slut,” he agreed.



My wife took our son’s cock in her hand and hesitated. Jimmy stopped fucking her ass, but as soon as my wife’s lips wrapped around our son, Jimmy returned to fucking her.



I watched in voyeuristic awe at my wife sucking our son’s cock, just like I had done a week ago. Although tentative at first, once she got going she bobbed on his cock like the slut she used to be. Soon she and Jimmy were in unison, my wife going forward as Jimmy rammed his rod inside her and backed off his cock as Jimmy retreated from her ass. The fucking and sucking lasted for five minutes before Jimmy demanded, “Simon, lay on your back.”



He obeyed.



“Straddle your son, Mommy,” Jimmy instructed.



My wife so horny now that she no longer cared who was filling her, she quickly straddled her son and engulfed his cock. Without instruction, she began riding her son’s cock, still in her wedding dress, although it was slightly torn. She rode him like a bucking horse, for a couple of minutes before Jimmy got in position and returned his cock to her ass. The double fucking continued for an eternity. My son looked to be in heaven; isn’t it every boy’s dream to fuck his mother? My wife’s moans were louder than I had ever heard and when she came I thought the roof was going to come down.



“Oh my god, Master, you have made me such a slut, a mother-fucking slut. Oh yes, oh yes, I’m coming Master, your whore is coming.”



Jimmy and Simon got thrusting in both her holes as the orgasm seemed to pulse through her forever.



Simon moaned, “I am close too Mommy.”



Jimmy quickly pulled out, flipped my wife on her back and thrust into her cunt while she took her son’s cock back in her mouth. Simon’s mom sucked his cock furiously and was rewarded with her son’s cum.



Almost simultaneously, Jimmy grunted and asked, “Are you ready to be bred, my white whore.”



She pulled her son’s cock out of her mouth and begged, “Fill me with your cum while my sissy husband watches. Fill my womb with your dark seed.”



Jimmy grunted and coated my wife’s pussy walls with his baby juice.



Once he was done, he pulled out and ordered, “Come clean your wife’s pussy, cuckold!”



I eagerly crawled between her stocking-clad legs and buried my face in her cum-filled pussy. My wife smiled at me and said, “Clean my pussy, faggot. Tell me whose cunt this is.”



“It’s Master’s cunt,” I answered, between licks as I cleaned her pussy.



“And whose bed is this?” she asked, continuing the ridicule.



“Yours and Master’s,” I begrudgingly admitted.



Simon got up, still hard, while Jimmy joined my wife in what use to be my spot. He kissed her passionately while I found the last remnants of his cum.



Jimmy asked, “Do you want to see your cuckold husband get fucked?”



“Yes,” she smiled deviously.



Jimmy asked, “Simon, ready for more?”



“Yes, Master,” he said.



Jimmy ordered, “Sit on the chair. We are going to let Daddy ride you.”



Jimmy obeyed and I walked over and straddled my son, my shame no longer a factor. I had never done it this way before so it was awkward at first to get him in, but once my son’s cock broke through, I was in heaven. I slowly began bouncing up and down on my son’s cock slowly taking more in me. I looked to my bed and saw my wife cuddled in the arms of our 18-year-old Master. The white and black contrast was strange as was her smug smile. We had both cheated, with the same person and yet I was the one humiliated. Yet, instead of frustration, I was incredibly satisfied. I was soon taking all of my son’s cock in me and moaning like a bitch.



She continued her humiliation of me. “He moans like a dog in heat.”



Jimmy laughed, “Well, he is a bitch in heat. He will suck or fuck any guy.”



” He sure isn’t fucking me anymore,” my wife announced.



I ignored their ridicule and focused on my son’s juicy cock filling me. I rode him until my legs were sore. Finally my son got aggressive, bent me over and began fucking my ass. He asked, “Mommy, can Daddy be my plaything?”



“Of course, son. He is yours whenever you need to be pleased.”



“Can I fuck you again, too?” he asked eagerly, while ravishing my ass relentlessly.



“If Master says it is all right,” my wife smiled.



Jimmy agreed, “You can fuck your Mommy anytime you want, but only I can come in her baby maker. You may fill her ass or mouth, understood?”



“Yes, Master. Thanks, Master,” he grunted, seconds before shooting his load up my ass.



Once done, he pulled out, walked over to his Mother and gave her a good night kiss. Although it was not the type of kiss you usually see between a Mother and son. Simon grabbed his clothes and left.



“You may sleep on the floor tonight, faggot.” My wife scoffed at me.



“Thank you, Mistress,” I replied, cum slowly leaking out of my ass.



“Mistress, I like that,” she smiled. “That is what you will call me from now on.”



“Understood, Mistress,” I said, crawling to the foot of the bed.



As I tried to fall asleep in my new humiliating position, I felt the bed start shaking again and my wife’s moans began. “Yes, baby, fill my womb with one more big load of your spunk.”



I listened for another twenty minutes to my wife moaning and talking dirty until she was filled one last time by our Master’s seed.



This became the routine when I was at home. Jimmy fucked my wife a couple times a day, I usually cleaned her pussy and Simon usually fucked me. Simon did take me to a glory hole where the two of us father-son bonded by sucking over fifty cocks…both of us ending the night so full of cum we could barely move. We also both got fucked in the ass by the owner’s strap-on while sucking cock.



It was a couple of weeks later that I got the surprise of my life. The doorbell rang and I opened it and was staring at my parents who had just showed up for a surprise visit from twenty hours away. Meanwhile, upstairs Jimmy was fucking my wife…but that is an entirely different story.



Curiosity: Not My Parents Too?



The next week was a whirlwind of humiliation. I was forced to take all my things out of the master bedroom and was sent to live in the spare bedroom in the basement. Jimmy had taken over what was my bedroom and been living there since he stole my wife.



I was making lunch for my wife and Jimmy while he fucked her up in their bed, when the doorbell rang. I was hoping for some action myself from Jimmy, but since moving in, he had spent the majority of his time with my wife, much to my chagrin.



So when I opened the door, expecting some charity or something, I was left mouth opened and stunned. I was staring at my parents at my front door; my parents who lived twenty hours away; my parents who never showed up unannounced; my parents who rarely ever left their home. I stammered, “W-w-what are you two doing here?”



My burly ex-military Father walked in asking, “Is that any way to greet your parents?”



I quickly followed them in and said, as loud as possible, “Theresa, my parents are here.”



I heard shuffling and my wife call back, her voice showing a hint of panic, “What a surprise. I will be down in a minute.”



As I wondered how we would deal with Jimmy, I asked, giving my Mom a hug, “And what brings you two here?”



“Can’t we just stop and visit?” my Mom asked.



“Of course,” I replied, trying to act casual. “It’s just this is a very unexpected surprise.”



My Dad laughed. “I told you Maggie, Evan isn’t good with surprises.”



My Mom smiled, “That’s ok. The look on his face was worth it.”



I smiled back, knowing the real reason I had the look I had. I was in complete panic. I asked, “How long are you guys in town?”



“Oh, just overnight, we are heading up to Canada for our trip, remember,” my Mom explained.



“I remember that, I just didn’t realize you were driving the whole trip,” I replied, briefly recalling them talking about a trip to Canada. “It’s a pretty long drive.”



My Dad shrugged. “We have all the time in the world.”



My wife came down the stairs, her face still flushed, but acting like her normal hostess self. “Maggie. Doug. What a glorious surprise.”



She hugged them both and invited them into the kitchen. She gave me a nod upstairs and I took that as go see Jimmy.



I excused myself and went up to what used to be my bedroom. Jimmy was dressed, but once I arrived, he ordered, pulling down his pants, “I hadn’t come in your wife yet, so my barrel is fully loaded.”



I quickly closed the door and protested, “But my parents are down stairs.”



“Is that my problem? My problem is your parents interrupted me shooting my dark seed in your wife’s very fertile box.”



“If I do this, will you keep this a secret?”

“Probably,” he smiled. “I can even allow you the privilege of sleeping in your own bed, to keep the charade of your pretty suburbia life believable.”



“Thank you,” I replied, falling to my knees and taking his fully loaded gun in my mouth. I tasted my wife’s pussy juice on his rifle and I was eager to feel his bullets slide down my throat, I bobbed eagerly, taking almost all his cock in my mouth with each bob.



He moaned, “That’s it faggot. Suck your Master’s cock while your slut wife hosts your Mom and Dad.”



The thought of my Marine father seeing me like this was utterly mortifying in a way even worse than my son and wife learning of my sexual perversion. I continued the rapid sucking for a couple of minutes before I triggered his gun and felt his constant fire shooting at its eager target.



Once done, he pulled out and said, “Cover me and I will sneak out the front. But remember, covering for you will come at a cost.”



“What cost?” I asked, nervously.



“Oh, we will see,” he smiled, although his devious smile implied he had already concocted a plan for me.



I went downstairs and into the kitchen and made sure my parents stayed there while Jimmy sneaked out of the house.



The next few hours were visiting, talking about their trip, my job, the kids and so forth. I was just beginning to relax when my Dad returned from putting his suitcases in the spare room.”



“Son,” he asked, “Why are all your clothes in the spare room?”



I panicked, but my wife stepped in, “We are just getting ready to renovate the bedroom and thus we have just begun shuffling our clothes out.”



“Oh,” he said, relieved, clearly worried that his son was having martial issues…’if he only knew’ I thought.



A few minutes later, Simon and Jimmy walked through the front door, both sweaty from baseball practice. Simon I assumed knew of his grandparents’ arrival, but acted surprised. “Grandma, Grandpa, What a surprise!”



After getting hugs, he introduced Jimmy, shocking all of us in the process. “Grandma, Grandpa, this is my boyfriend, Jimmy. Jimmy, my grandparents.”



Jimmy, acting all innocent, greeted, “Hi, it is very nice to meet you.”



He shook my Dad’s hand, and hugged my Mom, all while I watched things slowly unravel. My Dad gave me a look of disapproval and shock.



As soon as they went downstairs, my Dad went on the offensive. “Did you know about this?”



“Yes,” I admitted, although I was as surprised as he was.



My wife intervened, saying, “Maggie, let’s go get some groceries for supper.”



My Mother was more than happy to get out of the crossfire.



My Father continued, ignoring the women’s goodbyes. “And you are allowing it to happen?” he asked, his drill sergeant attitude back in full force.



“What can I do? He is twenty and old enough to accept his sexuality,” I said, standing up to my Father.



“Well, if he was my son, he would be out of here,” my Dad adamantly announced.



“Really?” I asked, anger beginning to build. “If I had told you I was gay would you have kicked me out?”



“In a heartbeat,” he confidently replied.



“This is 2012 Dad. People have come to accept people for who they are,” I fought back. Not so much standing up for my son as I was for myself.



“I thought he had a girlfriend,” he replied, ignoring my argument.



“He does,” I retorted.



“What?” he responded, flabbergasted.



“He is bi, Dad,” I explained.



“Are you kidding me? How did you let this happen?” he questioned, blaming me for my son’s sexuality, which was ironically true, but not how he was accusing it. “If he was in the military when I was in charge he would have been sent home…in handcuffs.”



“There were no gay men in the military when you were there, Dad?” I asked.



“God, no. Queers avoided the draft and ran away to Canada,” he said, showing his prejudice.



I didn’t want to get into an ideological debate about the Vietnam War; we had already agreed to disagree on that long ago. Instead, I said, “What if your grandson was in the military, would you kick him out?”



“Of course,” he stubbornly argued. To him things were black and white and there were no shades of grey or any other color.



“Well, as often is the case Dad, we will have to agree to disagree.”



“Oh no, no. This isn’t something I can just ignore. You have allowed my grandson to become a faggot,” he continued in a rage.



After being called a faggot over and over, I had accepted that I was indeed one. But the way my Dad used the word like it was toxic had me boiling.



Suddenly Jimmy entered the room, wearing only the same speedo that had worn for my downfall. “Evan didn’t allow Simon to be a faggot. Your grandson simply is a faggot.”



“Excuse me?” my Father replied, glaring at Jimmy.



“It’s quite simple, sir. The first time Simon saw my big cock I knew he was a cocksucker,” Jimmy calmly explained.



“Don’t you dare use such language in my son’s house!” my Father roared as I realized amusedly that Jimmy was about to turn my Father. I also noticed my Father glimpsed at the beautifully outlined package in Jimmy’s too tight speedo.



Jimmy smirked, his confidence oozing through him, “Do you know what else I am sure of?”



“What is that?” my Dad asked through gritted teeth, while quickly taking another look at Jimmy’s concealed weapon.



Jimmy continued the slow reveal that had me nervous both and yet oddly excited. I had never saw eye-to-eye with my militant Father and the thought of Jimmy putting him in his place, something I could never do, was very exciting. Jimmy said, “That you are just like your son and grandson.”



“Well, of course,” my Father agreed, slowly being reeled into a trap he would not be able to get out of.



Jimmy laughed, “No, no, I mean you three are all exactly the same.”



“What the fuck are you talking about?” my Father questioned, clearly perturbed by this young boy’s game. Yet, my Dad was also unable to resist glimpse after glimpse at Jimmy’s wrapped present.



“Just like Evan did and just like Simon did, you are about to submit to me, because you are a cocksucker just like them,” Jimmy revealed.



My Father looked at me confused and asked, “What the Hell is he talking about, Evan?”



Before I could respond, Jimmy snapped his fingers and, instead of responding to my Father’s question, I walked over to my Master, fell to my knees and took his massive cock in my mouth.



“What the fuck?” my Dad asked, not in a rage anymore, but instead his tone hinted at bewilderment.



While I bobbed on his cock like the cocksucking faggot I loved being, Jimmy explained, “Isn’t it obvious? Your grandson is a faggot, your son is a faggot so in theory you must be a faggot too.”



“How dare you speak to me that way!” my Dad replied, although his voice wavered showing weakness. The brittle shell of discipline and manhood was cracking.



“You can pretend to deny it. But I know the truth. Your eyes and the bulge in your pants don’t lie. You want to suck my cock just like your son and grandson regularly do,” my confident Master taunted, the big fish being slowly reeled in.



“I have had enough of this,” my Dad said, turning to leave.



“Stop!” Jimmy demanded, his voice showing an authority I was use to hearing from my Father. “Good boy,” Jimmy said a couple of seconds later, his tone instantly back to coddling. “Come join your son,” Jimmy offered.



I slowed my cocksucking, completely frustrated I couldn’t see the power struggle currently going on.



Instead of the unwavering judgmental confidence my Father had early displayed, the words out of his mouth were soft and weak. “I can’t.”



“Why?” Jimmy asked. “You can ignore your growing desire to submit to me. You can walk away and leave tomorrow for your trip to Canada or whatever, but you will always wonder.” Silence lingered for a few seconds, the only sound in the room my slobbering over Jimmy’s rod. Finally, Jimmy said, “You don’t have a lot of time. Your wife will be back in a bit. It is now or never.” Silence again lingered, before Jimmy gave the final ultimatum, pushing the envelope. “On your knees now, faggot. Your queer son here will eagerly swallow it all. He isn’t a big fan of sharing.”



A moment later, I felt my Father’s presence beside me. An unseen smile crossed my lips, only hidden from the cock in my mouth.



Jimmy pulled out of me and my Dad’s eyes were huge. He said, almost to himself, “It’s so big.”



“So I have heard,” Jimmy smiled, offering his cock to my 64-year-old Father. He tapped his black snake on my Dad’s still closed lips. Jimmy purred, “Go ahead, become a cocksucker like your son and grandson.”



My Dad looked at me, his eyes seemingly pleading for help, a complete 180 from where he stood just minutes ago. I gave him no relief, no out, instead saying, “Go ahead, Daddy, you will love it.”



He turned away from me, his eyes showing a fear I had never seen in him before, and he returned his stare to Jimmy’s stiff cock.



Jimmy sighed, “Look old man. We don’t have all day. Your wife will return soon and do you want her to see you becoming my faggot?”



Again he used the word ‘my’ like he had earlier with me weeks ago.



The fish on the hook, my Dad offered one last, pathetic, resistance. “I-um-can’t….”



His babbling was quieted when Jimmy pushed his cock in my Father’s mouth. “Suck it faggot,” Jimmy demanded, showing his sudden power over the ex-military man.



I watched in voyeuristic glee, my Dad finally on the losing end of a battle of stubbornness. He tentatively moved his head up and down on Jimmy’s sword.



A couple of minutes into the sucking, Jimmy said, “Old man, this is not your first time sucking cock, is it?”



My Father reluctantly answered, “No, it’s not.”



“Yet, you were just lambasting your son for allowing his son to be a pipe smoker.”



“I know, I know. It is a thing long in the past. Being in the middle of nowhere, with only men, well things eventually happen.”



“Well, it is no longer in the past, faggot. Get back to worshipping my big black rod,” Jimmy demanded.



Hearing that my rigid Father was also a faggot liberated so many things. I wasn’t some black sheep; I was just like my Father. My own cock was rock hard and for the first time in my life, I was considering fucking my Father. Jimmy seeing my devilish smile, somehow able to read my mind, said, “Does Evan want to fuck his Daddy?”



My Dad froze, his mouth half full of black cock.



“Yes, Master,” I replied, “I would love to fuck my Dad.”



Jimmy asked my Father. “Did you participate in ass-fucking as well?”



“I fucked some men beneath me, but I never had it done to me,” he admitted.



“So you are a virgin. Delicious!”



Talking about my Father like he wasn’t there. “You want to break your Dad’s cherry, like you did your son’s?”



My face was red at the revealing of yet another secret to my Father, but I answered, “Yes, let me take my Dad’s virginity. Let him feel the great pleasure of being a true faggot.”



“Who can argue with that?” Jimmy agreed. “Get back to cocksucking, old man.”



My Father, his face beat red, returned to giving his first blow job in years.



I stood up, thankful to be off my knees, and Jimmy suggested, “Get the lube. We will not have time to gape him like we would like to.”



My Dad froze again briefly, while I rushed upstairs to my former bedroom to get the slippery grease. I returned a minute later, and my Father was now sans his shorts and underwear, still sucking Jimmy’s cock, his old balls and sack and fully erect cock swaying in the breeze.



I went behind my Father and after greasing my pole, I generously coated his virgin hole.



Jimmy said, “I just texted Theresa, I told her we need at least half an hour.”



I nodded and suggested, “Dad, this will be way easier for you if you relax.”



Jimmy took his cock out of my Father’s mouth and called, “Simon, come and join us.”



Simon quickly came up from the basement, also just in trunks, and stared surprised at what he saw. “Wow, you did it,” he said to Jimmy.



My Father looked down, his humiliation extreme.



Both Simon and Jimmy watched as I slowly pushed forward. Briefly I was blocked, his anal entrance protesting the violation I was about to commit, but slowly, it opened, allowing my cock entrance in the forbidden zone.



My Father whimpered as I slowly broke through his final resistance. I promised, “There will be an unpleasant burn at first, Daddy. But once you get used to it, the burn will disappear and a sweet sensation like no other will emerge.”



“Kkkkkk,” he grunted, clearly in the burn phase.



I continued my slow push forward and Jimmy offered to Simon, “Your grandpa looks hungry. Why don’t you go feed him?”



Simon discarded his trunks and revealed his fully erect cock to his Grandfather he had feared his whole life. He shoved his cock into his grandpa’s mouth and watched his dad fuck his grandfather.



Finally in, I sat there lodged deep in his heat wave. It was tighter than any ass I had fucked and the power I finally had over him was the greatest feeling I have ever felt. Slowly, I began slowly moving in and out and my Dad clearly was in the burn slowly fading phase as his whimpers began shifting to moans.



Simon didn’t last long in my Father’s mouth pumping a full load down his throat. Simon joined Jimmy on the couch, slowly stroking the big black cock, while they both watched the incestuous act. The thrill of power increasing, I began to pick up the pace and watched as he moved to the third and final stage, sweet pleasure and his moans turned to squeals. I hoped he would beg, but he just took it as I increased the pace now slamming into him with each thrust forward. I took no mercy as I pounded my Dad’s virgin ass, wanting him to know it was me in charge. The hardcore pounding lasted five minutes before I coated his ass with my cum. His girly moans continued throughout until I finally pulled out of him, my cum slowly leaking out of his no longer virgin ass.



Jimmy grabbed Simon’s head and Simon devoured the big chocolate lollipop. My Dad remained in position like the submissive queer he had just become and I went to the window to make sure my wife and Mom had not returned.



Jimmy stood up and using my cum as lubricant shoved all ten inches of his python in my dad`s ass. My dad squealed like a wounded pig, his ass being torn apart by ten inches of meat. Jimmy pounded my dad mercilessly, my dad continuing whimpering with each thrust forward. A few minutes of the onslaught and Jimmy pulled out and sprayed my dad`s face with his special sauce.



As Jimmy recovered, Simon took Jimmy`s cock in his mouth, slowly slobbering on his Master’s cock, Jimmy said, “You need to cum, don’t you old man?”



“Yes,” my Dad admitted; the first words he had said since I broke his cherry.



“Tell me what you are?” Jimmy demanded.



“A faggot?” my Father quietly admitted.



“What else?” Jimmy questioned, showing his dominance.



“A cocksucker.”



“Who sucked his grandson’s cock,” Jimmy pointed out.



My Dad remained silence, his shame written all over his face.



“Be good today and I may let you come later. Now get dressed, Theresa just texted that they will be home in a few minutes,” Jimmy finished.



When the ladies returned there was no evidence of the fiery argument that was going on when they had left or the faggot orgy of sorts we had just had. My Mom seemed relieved; she hated confrontation and had spent her whole life being walked on by her husband because she couldn`t stand up for herself. My wife, with one look at Jimmy, knew exactly what had occurred while she was gone. The smile my wife returned showcased how happy she was; she had always hated my Dad.



…..



After supper and some TV, we decided to play cards. All six of us played, while liquid courage slowly broke each of us down, setting up the potential for a crazy night.



Sexual harmless innuendo had been thrown around the table all evening and by eleven, everyone was three sheets to the wind. This was the perfect time for Jimmy to get the one person there he had not conquered. I was protective of my Mom, yet I could tell, like my wife, she loved the attention Jimmy had been giving her all night: compliments that started harmless and became more sexual, constant touches…the Jimmy treatment…. It was obvious my Mom, like the rest of us, was falling under Jimmy’s hypnotic aura. When my Mom went to the washroom, Jimmy waited a moment and then said to the table, “I may be a while.”



My Dad, realizing Jimmy’s implication gasped, “Not my wife too.”



Jimmy smiled, ignored the question, instead giving an order, “Old man, get under the table and pleasure your grandson. Faggot, get under the table and get your wife ready for my baby maker.”



Both of us looked at each other, but said nothing, instead falling to the floor to commit another humiliating act of obedience.



A few minutes later, my wife came on my face and my son shot his load down his grandfather’s throat and we returned to the table. I wasn’t surprised that Jimmy and my Mother had not returned.



My wife suggested, “Let’s go continue this evening in the living room. I have a surprise for you all. Let’s see if Master has added another conquest.”



We all followed, each curious for different reasons. My wife loved my Mom and saw her as more of a Mother than her real Mother. My son loved his grandma as she was the picture girl for perfect grandma: great presents, awesome cook and a heart of gold. My father probably couldn’t fathom his gentle wife submitting to another man. Lastly, I spent the majority of my early stroking career fantasizing about my Mother who was drop dead gorgeous when I was young and even at sixty-two was still very attractive and in amazing shape. In truth she was a trophy wife for a decorated military figure.



My wife clicked on the TV remote and changed to our auxiliary channel and we were watching my Mom, bent over the toilet, holding onto the sides for dear life, her pantyhose pulled to her ankles, her dress flipped up, as Jimmy pounded her from behind.



My shy Mom, my quiet meek never standing up to my Father Mother, was moaning in wild ecstasy and saying words I had never heard come out of her mouth. “Oh fuck. I can’t believe I’m doing this. But, fuck, shit, it feels so good, fuck. Oh my God.”



My Dad was watching, his mouth dropped open, as Jimmy replied, “It’s ok, sexy. Very few can resist my big snake. Your daughter-in-law worships it every chance she can.”



I tensed up. I was petrified of my Mom knowing about the whole charade, but Jimmy surprisingly kept that secret.



My Mom ignored the declaration, as she couldn’t stop talking in her state of delirious pleasure. “Fuck, Jimmy, I have never felt so full. I’m so close.”



“Come for me, sexy,” Jimmy said, all suave and sweet, a side I had never seen from him.



“Oh God, harder, deeper, harder. Oh God, yes, yes. Jimmy, I’m there, I’m there, I’m theeeeeeeeeeere!!!”



We all watched in perverse silence as our sexy Mother, wife, grandma and Mother-in-law quaked through an orgasm. Her whimpers echoed in surround sound around us and Jimmy never slowed down as he continued pounding my Mother. “Fuck, Maggie. I just pray my wife is this sexy and tight at sixty.”



“Oh thank you, Jimmy, aaah, I can’t handle it much more,” she whimpered, the pleasure clearly overwhelming her.



We all watched the sixty-year-old shy woman fall to her knees like an eighteen-year-old slut and devoured the big black cock. Watching my Mom suck cock was one of the most exhilarating moments ever.



Jimmy looked directly up at the camera and grunted, “Fuck, you suck cock better than all my other sluts.”



Shame hit us all I think, but not one of us took our eyes off the riveting sight.



Jimmy pulled out. My Mom, like a good porn star would do, opened her mouth awaiting her special gift. Jimmy obliged and exploded a full load of his cream on my eager Mom.

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