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That damned Beanie

I just want to thank everyone who took the time to leave me a comment on the dancer story 🙂 I Will be writing a couple more chapters but in the mean time i have been working on this story. It is for my friend daniel ( also gay, also interested in a dancer from highschool) but this story is more of a Dom/Sub relationship. This is my first go at writing a dom/sub story so please tell me how i did 🙂

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Dares and Discoveries

I wrote this story for my own entertainment, but due to my girlfriend’s positive response to it, I’ve decided to post it here. Though it isn’t specified in the story itself, all characters are either eighteen, nineteen, or twenty years old. There are many scenes containing both gay and lesbian sex, so if this doesn’t interest you, I would warn you not to proceed. However, if you do continue, I hope that you enjoy.

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Uncle Mike

Uncle Mike
I was thirteen years old the summer I spent at my Uncle Mike’s. I lived with my mom and she went to visit friends of hers in Florida. As I was getting to be a “big boy” and was going to turn fourteen in another month it was decided that I could stay that summer with Uncle Mike, who was my mom’s younger brother.
Mike was a cool guy, only thirty then and lived in a small house not far from us. I would have to share a room with him and even the bed but that did not bother me. My uncle and I got along very well and we were more like buddies than uncle and nephew. I had no trepidations of stripping down to my underwear for bed when we turned in for the night and the two of us would climb into Uncle Mike’s small bed, only a full, both of us in our underpants. We wrestled on the bed that first night, in our underwear. Uncle Mike pinned me down on the mattress and gave the seat of my shorts a couple playful slaps. I had not been spanked since I was probably about nine years old and I thought it was funny to be spanked like a little kid. When we finally went to bed and turned out the light my cock started to get hard in my underwear as I thought about the slaps he had given to my ass and my butt still tingled from it.
When I woke up that first morning Uncle Mike was spooning me from behind and I could feel the hard bulge of his cock in his underpants pressing up against my ass. Instead of being alarmed I felt a reassuring sensation as the man groaned in his sleep and inadvertently humped himself against me. I pressed back gently and squeezed my own hard cock, then went off to sleep. When I awoke probably an hour later Mike was up and had breakfast ready for us.
We fished, worked on his old truck and did a lot of things that summer. The wrestling in our underwear at night on the bed became an almost nightly ritual. Every time we wrestled Mike would pin me down and give me a few swats on my ass. I would always laugh and sometimes this would happen two or three times during the match. I always got hard from this and got a funny feeling in my crotch. I would also notice that Uncle Mike would sometimes have a bulge in his briefs as well. Most mornings I would wake up to find him pressed up behind me and his bulge poking me from behind. I was never worried by this.
About the third or fourth time this happened I lay there and was feeling completely horny as I could feel my uncle’s big dick encased in his fruit of the looms nudging against my ass. I suddenly wanted to feel his cock. I gently moved my hand back and and just touched the bulge in his underwear. It felt huge and hot to me. I could feel him breathing on my neck and I slowly moved my hand up and down the bulge in his briefs, feeling the length and thickness of it. I brought my hand back and sniffed it. I could smell sweat and a manly smell that I did not yet possess in my own adolescent crotch. It turned me on immensely and my own cock, barely five inches then was as hard as it had ever been in my shorts. I squeezed it briefly and then went back to sleep.
This now became an almost morning ritual. If Uncle Mike was pressed up against me in the morning I would reach my hand back and feel him up, each time doing it a little longer than the last. If he knew about this he never let up about it and we never said a word about it during the day. I liked the feel of his big cock and I longed to feel it without the cover of his briefs but I was too chicken to reach under the waistband and feel it. What if he woke up? How would I explain why I had my hand down his pants, literally? I also liked the feel of the spanks he gave me when we wrestled, which seemed to be getting harder and more often during our matches.
A little over a week into my stay we had a really good wrestling match going, both of us again in our underwear. We both had bulges in our briefs but neither of us said anything about it or stopped wrestling because of it. Uncle Mike pinned me down on the bed and gave my cotton covered ass three good whacks with the palm of his hand. I laughed and pivoted around, jumping on his chest. My dick was throbbing in the front of my briefs, which was now pressed against his stomach. I could feel his own erection poking between my legs and rapping directly against my bottom. I bounced on him a couple times. We looked at each other for a moment and then he easily swung me off of him and again pinned me face down, this time over his lap. I felt his hand on my ass again and braced myself for another couple of swats. My cock was hard as ever and I could feel his pulsating against mine. Uncle Mike rubbed my butt for a moment and then I felt his fingertips at the waistband of my underpants. He slowly pulled them down and bared my ass, and gave me three good slaps.
I jumped up and said, “You’re gonna get it for that!”
“Oh yeah, little man?” he said with a laugh. “What are you gonna do about it?”
“I’m gonna pin you and then sit on your face and fart on you!” I said, laughing.
“Fair enough,” he said. “And what if you can’t pin me and I pin you?”
I thought for a moment and then said, “You can give me a spanking, this time with my underwear all the way down.”
We looked at each other again for a moment and then he stuck out his hand and said, “Deal.”
With that we went to wrestling and I put up a token resistance, but I really wanted him to pin me and spank my bare ass. He finally got me down over his lap and I was pinned for sure. I felt his hand on my ass and then his fingers at the waistband again. I raised myself up to allow him to pull them down, which he did, slowly all the way down to my knees. His hand massaged my bare ass for a moment and then he asked in a husky voice, “So how many should I give you?’
I wiggled a bit with nervous and excited expectation on his lap. My dick was hard and trembling between his legs, now bare and against his hairy thighs. I could feel his dick hard in his underwear, pressing against my hip.
“You won,” I said. “As many as you want I guess.”
“Okay,” he said. “How about since I wasn’t around for your last birthday, thirteen good ones?”
Oh wow, I thought. Thirteen!
“Okay,” I replied.
He raised his hand and gave me a light smack. That wasn’t very hard at all and I felt a little disappointed by it. The second crack was a bit harder but still pretty pathetic. I looked back at him and said, “I thought you said thirteen good ones? Are you trying to spank me or tickle me?”
“Oh, tough guy,” he replied with a laugh. “Alright then, thirteen good ones it is.”
He smacked me again and this time it was a good ringing slap that made my ass sting. He kept on spanking me, pausing a few moments between each one. Eleven hard slaps cracked across my ass and even though it hurt I was hornier than hell. He stopped and rested his hand against my warm ass.
“Had enough little man?” he asked me.
“No,” I replied.
“No? You want more do you?”
I laughed and said, “You said thirteen good ones. That was only eleven good ones.”
“Oh, right,” he replied.
I squirmed in his lap and he gave me two even harder slaps, this time I yelped a little bit.
“Now have you had enough?” he asked me.
“You forgot one to grow on,” I replied.
He laughed again and said, “Oh yeah, I did forget that.”
That was the hardest of all and I yelped again. I leaped up and tugged my underwear back up, but not before he got a good glimpse of my hard little cock, which slapped up wetly against my belly.
“Was I a little too hard on you, little man?” he asked. “Thought I heard you whimper there a couple times.”
I giggled and said, “Yeah, well I won’t the next time.”
“Next time?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna be fourteen in a few weeks. So we can do it again then,” I said.
“Ahh, right,” he said.
“And maybe some practice ones in between?” I said softly and a little hopefully.
He tousled my hair and said, “Let’s get to bed kiddo.”
The next morning I awoke to him pressing his bulge into my butt and felt his hand on my hip. His hand was moving up and down slowly along my hip and moving ever closer to my cock, which was stiff as ever in my underwear.
Please touch me, I prayed silently. Please touch my dick.
But he didn’t touch me and his hand dropped off me as he fell further into sleep. I waited several minutes and did my morning ritual of feeling him up. This time I was surprised and happy to feel the head of his big cock sticking out from the waistband of his underwear. This was the first time I had felt his naked cock and I marveled at the feel of it. He groaned in his sleep as I gently massaged and fingered the glans of his dick. It was so hot and so thick. Probably not huge now that I think of it years later, but certainly longer and thicker than mine was back then. I dipped my fingertips into the band of his briefs to feel more of his big cock and could feel a large amount of thick pubic hair at the base of it. It was very cool to feel a man’s pubic hair, as I had just a sparse dusting of blondish pubes at the base of my own dick. I gently jacked my uncle off, pulling more and more of his big cock out of his underwear, for much longer than I had before. I did it as long as I dared and then stopped, smelling my fingers as I drifted off to sleep.
The next night I showered and went to the bedroom in my underwear. Uncle Mike was already laying on top of the bed looking at a magazine, having already showered and in his underpants.
“Tired little man?” he asked me as I got up on the bed.
“Nope,” I replied as I grabbed the magazine from him and flung it across the room. “I’m gonna pin you tonight, big man.”
He laughed and said, “And fart on my face if you do?”
“That’s right,” I replied.
“And what if I pin you, little man?”
“I guess you could spank me again,” I replied. “Harder than last time. But you’re not gonna pin me.”
He laughed and said, “Deal. Fight.”
Uncle Mike knew I couldn’t pin him. I was pretty small for my age, not tiny but not as well built as most boys my age. He almost acted like he was going to let me pin him, but I wanted him to spank me again and could tell he wanted to spank me too, though it looked as though a couple of times I might actually pin him. We were both hard in our shorts but neither said anything about it as we wrestled, and then it was inevitable he had me pinned over his lap. I felt his hand on my ass and I raised my hips dutifully and submissively so that he could tug my underwear down. He did, slowly again and this time I could hear his heavy breathing as he did so, as was probably my own breathing as well. He dragged my underwear down to my just below my knees and then rested his hand against my bare ass.
“How many this time?” he asked me.
“Thirteen good ones,” I breathed into the mattress.
“Are you gonna cry this time, little man?”
“I didn’t cry last time,” I said defiantly.
“I know,” he said. “You’re a tough little man, but I went easy on you last time.”
“That was as hard as you got,” I laughed.
He laughed and said, “Not by a long shot.”
“Well you can’t make me cry with thirteen spanks,” I told him, challenging him.
He took the bait and said, “That sounds like a challenge to me.”
I looked back at him and said, “Five bucks says I don’t cry.”
“Okay,” he said. “But do you even have five bucks to bet?”
“No,” I replied. “But I won’t need it, because you’re the one who’s gonna pay up.”
“Well, that’s not how a bet works,” he told me with a laugh. “You need to have the money to back your bet. I’ll give you five bucks if you don’t cry from thirteen hard whacks. But if you do, tomorrow night I’m going to give you thirteen with my belt.”
Whoa, a belt. This was getting serious. My cock lurched in my uncle’s lap as I imagined him whipping my bare ass with his leather belt as I bent over his bed.
“Deal,” I said.
Without another word he started spanking me and it was indeed harder than he had spanked me the night before. I almost cried out from the first whack, and by the third I could feel tears stinging in my eyes. Man, my uncle could hit hard and my ass was throbbing by the fifth crack of his hand. I was rocking back and forth over his lap while he spanked me, but neither of us lost our erections. Mine was banging and dragging against his bare thigh and his was poking against my hip and sometimes right into my crotch. As much as the spanking hurt I loved the feeling of being nearly naked over his lap and feeling his hard dick in his underwear poking against me. I really wanted that five bucks but experiencing his leather belt on my bare ass would be fun too. I had visions of many spankings and belt whippings over that summer. My underwear was down past my knees and by the time he got to about eight my legs were pivoting so much that they fell down around my ankles. Within a couple more hard whacks that sounded like pistol shots in the small room my underwear came off and flew across the room. Now I was naked over my uncle’s lap and I was crying, softly so that he could not hear me, but I was crying.
The twelfth spank was the hardest yet and I yelled out, tears starting to run down my cheeks. Uncle Mike rubbed my glowing butt for a few moments and then he said softly, “Okay, I think you’ve had enough little man.”
“One more,” I said shakily, raising my butt up a little. “A deal’s a deal.”
He sighed and then gave me the final spank, not as hard as the others. I didn’t cry out from that one but quietly sobbed over his lap while he gently massaged my sore ass. We stayed like that for several minutes, then he bent down and picked up my discarded underwear.
“Here you go little man,” he said. “Let’s get to bed.”
“I think I’ll sleep without those tonight,” I said as I got up and slipped naked beneath the blanket.
He laughed and said, “Okay. Goodnight little man.”
“Goodnight Uncle Mike.”
Some time during the night Uncle Mike was pressing his bulge up against my now naked ass. I felt wonderful being naked in bed with him and only wished he was naked too, rubbing his big dick between the cheeks of my bare ass. The spanking he had given me was now throbbing nicely and my dick was stiff as iron. I reached back and felt his big bulge in his underpants, again feeling the head of his cock protruding from the waistband. I jacked him off slowly while he humped against me, pulling more and more of his cock out of his shorts. I had about half of his dick exposed when he thrust forward and his cock slid between my ass cheeks, in the channel behind my balls and actually poked the back of my scrotum. Oh my, did that ever feel good. I clamped my thighs around his throbbing cock and Uncle Mike began to hump the tight little channel, slick with sweat and guided by my fingers. I suddenly wanted to feel his big dick in my ass. I knew of such things, but had never experienced it for myself. I guided his cock to my hole and felt him thrust against me. He was too big, I was too tight and we had no lube to speak of and I could not get it in, but the head of his big cock pressing against me there felt wonderful and I longed to feel him spear me. About that time Uncle Mike rolled onto his back and that was the end of our fun for the night.
The next morning we went on with our day as though nothing had happened between us the night before. I was beginning to wonder if Uncle Mike was really asleep in those early mornings when I would stroke his cock through his underwear and pull it out and jack him off, and when he would hump me from behind. Last night when I had aimed his big dick at my asshole and his hips had shoved forward, as if trying to lodge himself up inside of me, I had to think that there was no way he could have been asleep for all of that. But he never said a word about it, and I never did either.
We went into town that afternoon in his old pickup and at the store Uncle Mike handed me a five dollar bill. That might not sound like much these days, but back then in the mid 80s a kid could buy a whole bunch of things with five dollars. I came out of the store minutes later with a brown paper sack housing a six pack cans of Mountain Dew, several candy bars, some trading cards, AND change to boot. When I got back in the truck my uncle laughed over my treasure trove.
“So why did you give me the money?” I asked him as I dove into a Snickers bar, handing him one along with a can of soda. “I lost the bet.”
“I know,” he replied. “But you did a good job, and I thought you earned it.”
“Well, thanks,” I said.
He did not say if he was still going to give me thirteen licks with his belt that night and I did not ask, but I had already decided that since I had lost the bet that I was going to insist that I pay up to my end of the bargain. We went around doing some odd jobs that afternoon, as that was how Uncle Mike made most of his money, by doing yard work, minor construction projects and such. We got home fairly late that night and both of us were pretty tired. Uncle Mike hit the shower first after our supper and then I got in after him. While I was soaping myself my dick got hard, as it usually did when I was in the shower (or about a hundred random other times during the day back then) and I rubbed my bare wet ass with my soapy hands, marveling at the feel of the soap on my slippery skin. I remembered the feel of my uncle’s cock poking at my back door the night before and gently inserted a finger up myself, surprised that it easily went up inside me with the help of the soap. I frantically worked on my throbbing dick with my left hand while I forced my index finger up my butt hole. The hand soap made a nice lubrication and I shot my wad against the shower wall just as I had managed to get a second finger up inside me. As I lay gasping with my hands against the ceramic tile to support myself I realized that Uncle Mike’s cock was probably wider than my two fingers and certainly longer, but with some lube I could make the task of getting him inside me much easier.
But I could not use soap in the bed at night, that would be too messy. I rummaged around the medicine cabinet after I got out of the shower and dried myself off and came across a half used up jar of vaseline. Oh, this would probably do the trick nicely. I scooped out a good gob of it with two fingers and greased up my back passage. My dick, having had a heart stopping orgasm only minutes earlier was hard again as I lubed myself up. Oh, to be a teenager again.
When I made my way back to the bedroom Uncle Mike looked up at me from behind his magazine and smiled at me as he said, “You get yourself clean enough, little man?”
“What do you mean?” I asked him.
“Well, you were in there long enough,” he replied with a little chuckle. “Long enough to wash two or three times.”
My face started to get a little red and I knew that he knew I had been jacking off in the shower, but he laughed to show me it was no big deal.
“I’m whooped tonight,” he said to me as he climbed under the thin blanket. “Do you mind if we hold off our nightly wrestling match for tomorrow night?”
“Okay,” I replied. “But what about my belt whipping? I did lose the bet.”
Uncle Mike laughed and said, “Yeah, you did. But I think you need a little break. If you still want to tomorrow night we can do that.”
We both agreed to that and went to bed. Before I fell asleep I carefully slipped my underwear down to about my knees, wanting to be ready if I woke up to him humping me again. I tried hard to stay awake and my little dick was hard as stone in anticipation of what might happen, but I must have fallen asleep anyway. I awoke to feeling hot breath on my shoulder and a poking at my rear. It was still dark, but I could just make out that it was nearly dawn. It felt like Uncle Mike had pulled his own underpants down and he was slowly thrusting his hard cock in between my legs. I pushed back against him a little and groaned when I felt his naked dick insert itself between my thighs. Reaching back very carefully I took hold of his throbbing erection, confirming now that he had indeed pulled his underwear down enough to just release his monster and I guided it toward my butt hole. I felt the head of his cock touch my glory spot and I almost cried out with both pleasure and pain as he thrust his hips forward a bit and the head of his dick eased itself into me easily with the help of the dollop of vaseline I had put there before going to bed. We both froze for a moment, with the whole head of his cock inside of me and neither of us moved. I wondered again if he was awake but he made no indication that he was.
Slowly I moved myself backward, impaling myself on his hard cock. I gritted my teeth as his big dick was forced up inside me and I thought I heard him groan. I guessed that now probably an inch or two of him was into me and although it hurt it also felt like nothing I had ever felt before. My dick was harder than a rock. And then Uncle Mike did something I had been dying for him to do. His hand went to my hip and this time it traveled over further and it brushed my hard dick. It moved onto my other thigh and then came back and brushed over my cock again and this time his fist wrapped around it and he gave me a couple of gentle tugs. I thought I was going to pop a nut right then and there. I heard him groan again and then his body pivoted closer to mine and his cock sunk a little further into me. As I groaned with the pain and the pleasure his hand started jerking me off nice and slow. Just as I thought I would not be able to last any longer he stopped masturbating me and I felt his hands on my hips and he gently turned me over on my stomach. With his cock still inserted maybe two to three inches inside of me Uncle Mike straddled over me as I now lay face down on the bed and I felt his lips on my ear.
“Is this what you want little man?” he asked breathlessly.
“Ohh gawd yes,” I groaned. “Fuck me Uncle Mike.”
He chuckled as he moved his cock slowly in and out a bit in my ass, but did not insert it any further.
“You’ve been jacking me off almost every morning since you got here,” he whispered. “And getting braver about it every day.”
I half turned around and said, “You knew I was doing that?”
“Yeah, I knew. I just wanted to see how far you wanted this to go before I let you know that I knew. When I realized this morning that you put some vaseline up your butt so you could try to get my dick up in there, I guessed you wanted to go all the way. So, you sure you’re okay with this, little man?”
I groaned, as he was pivoting his hips while talking to me and drawing his big dick in and out of my ass two or three inches.
“Oh yeah,” I moaned. “I’m definitely okay with it.”
“Good,” he groaned back as he began to ease himself inside of me.
To be continued, if people seem to like this story.
Brian

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Tricked became enjoyed IV

It had been over two weeks since my horrible experience. With time, I had grown to accept what had happened. Although I felt used, I had definitely invited it on myself. I didn’t know anything about the guy, and even after insulting me and telling me he was in a relationship, I still begged him to let me suck his cock. I knew I wouldn’t be going after him again.
My life was returning to normal, I wasn’t experiencing the intense desires to dress up that I had recently. I had put away my clothes and make up, and even started going out into town, trying to pick up women.
However, much to my dismay, I found every attempt to be unsuccessful. When flirting, I wanted the women to be coming on to me, complimenting me, not the other way around. I didn’t feel lusted after, and I didn’t have the desire or energy to lust after them. This continued for nearly another month before an unexpected event happened.
I was out at a club with my friends, sitting around drinking when a figure walked passed the corner of my eye. At first I let the figure pass on by, but as he entered the center of my vision, I noticed it was my first pizza delivery man. I must have made an excited face, as a couple of my friends began to ask me what was going on.
“What’s the deal? See a hot chick?” My friend Drake mocked.
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch Chris. What the fuck you looking at anyway?” Darren chimed in.
I finally snapped out of my dreamy gaze into reality. “Uh, nothing, just drifting off.” I explained hesitantly.
“You sure you’re not eyeing that fat piece of man ass at the bar?’ Drake exclaimed, much to the chagrin of our table.
I tried my hardest to laugh it off, but I could feel my face become beat red with embarrassment.
“Fuck off.” Was all I managed to reply.
The group had one final laugh, and we continued on with our night. But I couldn’t help but look out of the corner of my eye and see what he was up to. He was at the bar alone, occasionally building up the nerve to talk to women, but always getting shot down. He was obviously getting distressed, as every girl he approached left after a few minutes of talking.
“You hear us Chris? We’re going to another bar.” Darren yelled at me.
“What. Uh, Sorry. I’m pretty tired. I think I’m gonna head home. I got called in to work tomorrow morning.” I lied.
My friends seemed to buy the excuse as we said our goodbyes and they left. I started walking to the exit, when I was suddenly overcome by a desire to go to the bar. I sat down at an empty bar stool next to him, my heart racing, and struck up conversation. “Rough night?” I asked.
He looked me dead in the eyes, I was terrified he would recognize me. Luckily, he laughed saying, “If picking up chicks were a sports, I’d be winless.”
I laughed, enjoying his ability to laugh at himself. “Everyone has night’s they strike out. It just makes it that much better when we get the home run.” I said, trying to cheer him up.
“No, I wouldn’t just be winless tonight. Every time I step to the plate, I strike out.” He said, his smile fading.
I couldn’t believe what he had just said. Was he admitting to being a virgin? Was my blowjob the most action he’s ever gotten. “Really? Never?” I asked, trying not to seem to excited.
He started to laugh again. “I’ve been thrown out at first man, that’s how pathetic I am. What’s even funnier,
I’ve never been to first, but I lucked into a triple a couple weeks ago. The defense made some errors and next thing I know I’m happily on third.” He was obviously drunk; as he laughed uproariously the longer he spoke. His face was red, but he clearly was enjoying himself.
I couldn’t help but laugh back. If he only knew who he was talking to. Being a sports fan, the analogy made it even better. I couldn’t believe he had never made out with a girl, and I had given him a blow job!
“So how was it, getting to third?” I asked him slyly.
“Fucking heaven man, you probably know all about it, but it was fucking heaven. You probably won’t believe me, the few friends I told didn’t, but this chick was a total dime. 10/10. Perfect lips and the tightest ass you’ve ever seen. I’m on pizza delivery, and when she can’t afford to tip me, she practically begs to suck me off. I thought I was on some T.V. show, or this was some sort of reality TV porn show. I have no idea what was in it for her, she probably hates herself for it, but it was one of the best night’s of my life.” He said, not even really talking to himself. He laughed a bit more and finished off his beer.
I couldn’t help but blush, his description of what happened was one of the best compliment’s I had ever received, even if he didn’t know he was giving me one. I immediately felt confident in my looks again, especially my ass. I wanted to show it off to him right then, but I smartly contained myself.
“That good huh? You get that ass? You ever see her again?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
“Of course not! She was probably horny, or trying to get revenge on a cheating ex. I’ll never see her again.
And I was lucky to get a blow job, there’s no way she wants a fat ugly fuck like me on top of her.” He said, laughing, but clearly believing what he was saying.
“Well, that sounds amazing. Maybe you’ll get lucky again.” I was talking more to myself than him. I wanted to jump his bones right there in the bar, I had never felt so desired.
“Fat chance, excuse the pun. Good things never happen to me, especially not twice. Nice to meet you, my names, Sam. Thanks for the talk….”.
“I’m Chris.” We shook hands, and with that, he left.
I had to stay seated for a couple more minutes, as my cock was standing at full attention. I had loved our conversation, he seemed kind and funny, and the way he talked about my alter ego made my knees weak.
Even without seeing me, the look in his eyes was that of amazement and desire.
I got home and immediately had to masturbate to ease my horniness. I passed out and got some of the best sleep in my life. I woke up, eager and excited. I spent the day at work, constantly thinking of Sam and how he probably used the memory of me while touching himself. I was finally sent home for the day and rushed home. With a quick stop by the pizza store to see if Sam was working. Much to my delight, he was. I made another stop at Lovers, getting a few things I thought I might need.
I dolled myself up, getting in my skirt and blouse. Putting on my long, dark-haired wig. Applying my makeup and shaving my body head to toe. I even put on some lipstick, trying to give them some extra pop. I practiced my voice, as well as my moans, for the next 30 minutes. Really making sure I could pull off the whole package. Feeling more confident then ever, I called up the shop. But this time, I asked if Sam could be my driver, making up the excuse that he was very kind and got my food there quickest. I admired myself once more in the mirror, amazed at the mirage of cleavage my bra and tap created. I turned and glanced at my ass, plump and full. My narcissism was cut off though by the sound of the doorbell.
I casually walked towards the door, making him wait.
I opened it and smiled coyly at him. “Wow you got here fast.” I said, winking.
“When I saw the address, I got here as fast as humanly possible.” He said, panting. He had run to the car. His excitement only turned me on more.
“Well how much do I owe you?”
“Pizza’s on me, I’m gonna pay for it when I get back.” He said nervously, obviously attempting to charm me. He took a step inside.
I put my hand on his chest, “where do you think you’re going big guy?” I said jokingly, surprised at his forwardness.
“Uh…I…I don’t know…last time…” He was starting to sweat, his face was glowing red. He turned to leave and looked like he wanted to run here.
I grabbed his hand as he turned and pulled him inside. “Get your fat sexy ass in here.” I whispered jokingly.
He looked sad at my comment at first, but what I was about to do made up for it. Now, I really had no interest in kissing guys. Before, my sole interest in guys’ was their cocks. Nothing more. But with Sam, I wanted to rock his world. I slammed the door shut behind him, shoved him against the wall, and gave him the most passionate kiss of my life. He was clearly inexperienced, as his lips engulfed mine, smacking and moving a bit to much. I bit his lower lip, trying to calm him down, but it only excited him more. I felt his tongue part my lips, finding mine. He began to flick his against mine, and I tried to match by gently messaging his. He began to really shove his tongue down my throat, my mouth completely immersed in his. It wasn’t the most skilled kiss in my life, but god damn if it wasn’t the most enthusiastic. Even better, I could feel his cock get fully erect in his pants. It was pressing against me, dying to get out. I put one hand on his belly and slowly untucked his shirt. I grasped his stomach and then slowly led it down to his pants. I put my hand under his boxers and eventually found his dick. Although not the biggest, it certainly had girth.
The best part was how I could feel it throbbing in my hand, hot.
He gasped and we broke our kiss. I slowly got down to my knees, making sure to kiss his stomach as I went down. I pulled down his pants and gently kissed the head of his cock. Holy hell did I miss it. Not just cock, I was surprised at how I knew it was his cock I missed. I opened my mouth and let the head of his cock slip in my mouth. It was salty and sweaty from work, but I didn’t care one bit. He gently grabbed the back of my head, but didn’t press down at all. He wasn’t trying to force me into anything, he was enjoying the ride.
I began to use my tongue more, wrapping it around his cock, slowly licking his head. “Baby, I think I’m close.” He whispered. I immedieatley stopped.
“Oh no you don’t” I commanded. I got to my feet and gave him one more kiss.
“Do you not want me to?” He asked sadly.
I began to kiss his ear and said, “Oh no, I do, just not there.” My cock got harder when I saw his jaw drop and knees buckle.
“What, what do you mean.” He stuttered.
“What do you think it means?” I asked teasingly.
“I don’t know.” He said, with a seemingly defeated tone.
I was confused, I thought he would jump at the opportunity. Instead he seemed to want to stop and leave.
He broke the silence, but with surprising words. “Why are you doing this? I’m fat, and ugly. Girls like you have been laughing at me my whole life. What’s your motive.” He asked genuinely.
Luckily I had a lie ready. “I have my reasons for wanting guys like you. I don’t get intimate, or date people anymore. One of my exes was really aggressive and ended up scaring me in a fight in some intimate places. So I don’t let just anyone be with me. Now, I’ll admit, I’m attracted to you because your not conventionally attractive. But the way you look at me, and want me, makes you sexy, and makes me feel sexy. I saw the way you looked at my ass the first time I turned around. That look, not of lust or wanting to fuck me, but amazement and desire, that’s what I want in a man.”
My response seemed to satisfy him. He was no longer sad, or wanting to leave. “You do have an amazing ass.” Was all he managed to say.
“Well after the look you gave it, you deserve a chance to fuck it if you want.” I said bluntly.
He couldn’t even talk, instead, he only nodded his head.
“But, you need to do something for me.” I added sternly.
“Anything.” He answered immediately.
“Because of my scars, you need to be blindfolded, and handcuffed.” I kissed him and played with his cock as I said it, hoping to convince him.
“Anything. But, I haven’t done this before…” I cut him off before he could finish. “Don’t worry, I’ll do the work, you just focus on my tight ass around your cock.” I grabbed his arm and lead him to the bedroom.
I grabbed the bag from lovers and pulled out two pairs of hand cuffs and a blindfold. I stripped him naked and laid him down on the bed. His stomach was much bigger than I expected, but I really didn’t care. He was clearly self conscious and couldn’t look me in the eye. Trying to calm his nerves I kissed his stomach all over before kissing him on the lips once more. I whispered into his ear, “I’m gonna turn around and I want you to check out that ass one last time. Picture yourself inside it. Remember I’m the one who wanted you and started all this. I need YOUR dick in my ass.” I got up and turned around, bending over for him. I picked up the blindfold and put it on him. I then grabbed each of the handcuffs and cuffed him to my bedframe. Confident he was blind and without use of his arms, I stripped down. I taped my rock hard cock to my chest, not wanting it to move around and hit him during sex. Before initiating anything, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my ass, allowing him to get a squeeze.
“I’m the luckiest man in the fucking world.” He exclaimed.
Enjoying his compliment, I got on the bed and began to blow him again, covering every inch of his cock in my saliva. I made sure he was rock hard before getting my ass lubed up. I applied a generous amount and climbed on him. I slide his cock between my cheeks, teasing him as much as possible. I put one hand on his stomach, leaned down and kissed him. With the other hand, I reached behind me and grabbed the head of his cock. I placed it right against my asshole. I hadn’t been fucked there in 6 years, and I knew it was going to be tight. I slowly pressed back against him. The head of his cock slowly penetrating me. He was only centimeters inside me, but he was already moaning with delight. I stopped and applied more lube before trying again. This time, his first inch slid in me easily. It was more than I anticipated and I groaned with a combination of pain and pleasure. I laid there for a second, getting accustomed to the throbbing member now inside me. When the pain subsided, I slowly started to slide down. First two inches, then three, and finally all 5 inches of his throbbing cock were penetrating me. With all of him inside me, I began to slowly grind my hips back and forth. The pressure on my prostate was overwhelming, I moaned my most girlish moans for him. I was in heaven.
“I’m in heaven.” He yelled. “Jesus Christ your so fucking tight.
Not wanting to cum all over him, I stopped grinding back and forth and began to move up and down. He clearly enjoyed this more, as I could see him fighting against his handcuffs.
I moved down to kiss him as I bounced my cock up an down on him. I started slowly, but as his groans grew louder, my movements became faster.
“You’re so fucking hot and hard. I’ve never wanted something as badly as I’ve wanted your cock in my tight ass.” I whispered in his ear. “Now, I need your cum more than anything. I beg of you.” I kissed him once more and began to move as fast as possible. I could feel my asshole expanding and contracting with every inch of him I took. Towards the top, my asshole constricted, his girth getting smaller. But as I went back down, I could feel it expanding as I needed to take his wide base.
“Here I come!” He yelled in pure ecstasy.
I kissed him as he did. I made sure that the moment I felt him coming I had taken every inch of him inside me. I wanted his cum as deep in me as possible. Our kiss grew more passionate the longer he came. It felt as if he hadn’t come in years. I felt his cock engorge as he shot at least a dozen spurts of his cum in my ass. I could feel him filling me up, and it nearly made me cum. I was moaning in absolute pleasure, fighting off every urge in the world to cum. I honestly orgasmed without cumming, my legs trembling, my ass clenched and hole tightening around him. I laid on him, my hips arched so he wouldn’t feel my cock. I was panting, absolutely exhausted but pleased. I kissed him one last time before getting off him.
I saw just a bit of his cum on his cock, and I had an overwhelming urge to lick it off him. There was no way I was letting one drop of his cum go to waste, it all needed to be inside me. I deep throated him one last time, using my tongue to lick off any cum I felt. I didn’t even care it had just been in my ass, I needed his cum.
“God you’re a sexy slut.” He exclaimed. My actions turning him on as he remained hard.
I got dressed and uncuffed him, taking off the blindfold as well.
“I see you’re still hard, next time though. I don’t want you to get fired.”
“Holy fuck I’m on the clock!” He yelled and frantically got dressed.
We walked to the door and he was about to leave, before he turned around. “I didn’t mean to fuck you and leave, or call you a slut. I’m so sorry.” He seemed genuinely concerned, which turned me on even more.
I kissed him and told him, “I’m your slut, don’t apologize. And I’ll be ordering a lot of pizza from you Sam. Please slap my ass before you go.” I bent over the table and yelped with delight as he spanked me. He pulled me into him and kissed me before leaving.
I shut the door and fell the floor. I had just experienced the best sex of my life, and was dying to experience it again. I walked upstairs to shower, my asshole loose after the intense fucking it had just received. I cleaned off my body, changed my clothes and wiped away the makeup. I was about to go to sleep when I heard an aggressive knock on the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, and the tone of the knock alarmed me. I quietly walked to the door, and to my horror, I saw the douche delivery guy at the door. I was frozen in place.
“I know you’re in there bitch. You asked for Sam trying to get away from me. I wonder if you sucked him off you dirty whore. How was his fat tiny dick? Did his fat rolls hit you in the face? There’s no fucking way that pathetic piece of shit is getting his dicked licked while mine remain dry.” He yelled.
With every word I grew angrier. I couldn’t stand the way he talked about me, but even worse, the way he talked about Sam made my blood boil. I wasn’t going to let him talk this way about us, he needed to be taken down a notch. I began to act on instinct. I walked to my room and grabbed my baseball bat from high school.
“One last chance or I’m telling everyone I know about the whore that lives here!”
I walked to the door and opened it, the bat at rest by my side.
“Who the fuck are you!” I whispered, but as loudly as possible.
He was clearly taken aback. “Who the fuck are you?” Is all he could reply.
“This is my fucking house. I just got back from vacation, and you’re really pissing me off.”
For all the game he had been talking seconds earlier, he immediately got timid and began cowering away.
“Sorry, I think I got the wrong house.” He said, turning to leave.
“I don’t think you fuckin did. You see, my girlfriend was housesitting while I was gone, and my neighbor said he saw a guy leaving my place a couple weeks back.”
“I didn’t know man, I’m sorry. She was beggin me. If I knew she was in a relationship…” His whining was
pathetic.
“You call all the girls you get with whores? I should kill you just for stayin that, but you fucked my girl. For that, you really deserve a bashing.” I pulled my bat up.
“Dude, please, calm down. I’m so sorry. I have 200 bucks in my wallet from tips, it’s all yours.” He was pleading and I loved it.
“There’s no way you’re getting off that easy. I swung my bat and hit him in the leg. It wasn’t a hard hit, but
enough to get him on the ground.
He yelled in pain. “Please, I’ll give you anything. I’m sorry.”
“Get up, we’re gonna talk this out.” I helped him up and we walked inside.
I shut the door behind us. “I’m going to make this really simple for you. You know Hammurabi? I’m a big believer of his. Now, you have two choices. Either I beat the shit out of you with this bat, then shove it all the way up your pathetic ass, or you suck me off and take it in your ass. I don’t care either way, but your ass is mine one way or the other.” I picked up the bat and put it on my shoulder for effect.
“Dude, you can’t be serious. Please, anything else. I ain’t gay.” He cried out.
“Neither am I. But you fucked my bitch, now you need to get fucked like one.”
“I ain’t sucking your dick, I’ll take the first one.” As soon as he finished speaking I raised my bat and slammed it on his hand, which was resting on the table. He screamed out in pain.
“That’s a dumbass choice, but I’m not surprised.” I raised my bat again.
“No, no, please no.” He was defeated.
I pulled down my pants and grabbed his shoulders, shoving him to the ground. He kneeled there in front of me, in absolute shock at what was happening. “It’s not gonna suck itself.” I laughed.
He opened his mouth like he was allergic to it. He took me in his mouth, but his tounge was retreating down his throat, and he didn’t even press down with his lips.
“I said a blowjob. I bet a vasectomy feels better. You better enjoy yourself.” I grabbed the back of his head and pulled it towards me. I could hear him gag as he struggled to breathe. I tapped the top of his head with my bat and he stopped squirming. I felt him touch his tongue to the head of my cock, as well a gently pressing his lips against my base.
“That’s much better slut.” He continued, slowly moving his head back and forth. He began to move his tongue quicker, even flicking it against my head. I didn’t hate it, but I also wasn’t really getting hard. So I started to imagine my night with Sam. That did the trick, as I grew to my full 7 inches. He was struggling again, but I used my bat to remind him that he needed to be deepthroating me.
“Get me nice and wet, and I wanna hear you moan.” He regretfully obliged. I could feel him using more saliva, getting every inch of me wet. He moaned, I didn’t even care if it was forced and weak, he was becoming the bitch he was used to treating so poorly.
“Get up, pants down and bend over the table. Don’t say anything, and don’t you fight it.”
He was slow to do it, but eventually obeyed. I spit in my hand and began to rub my wet fingers up and down his crack, getting his hole wet. To my surprise, he was fully shaved down there.
“I thought you said you weren’t gay? You one of those sissy guys’ who only cares how they look?” I knew the answer. Although right now he was being completely submissive, he was a tall, muscular, well trimmed man. It made it even better that I was about to fuck hm.
“Tell me this is what you want, I need your permission.”
“I…I want this.” He said softly.
“You can do better than that.” I said as I placed the head of my cock against his asshole.
“I want your dick in my ass.” He said more confidently.
“That’s what I thought bitch.” With that, I unmercifully shoved my cock inside him. I didn’t ease him into it. I made sure that on one thrust he was filled with everything I could give him. He screamed out in pain and tried to buck away. But I was in control of him now and shoved him against the table.
“Talk to me the way you make girls talk to you.” I commanded him. I wasn’t even hard because of him. I was still imagining my night with Sam. I just wanted him to learn a lesson. I didn’t even pay attention to what he was saying, I knew if I wanted to cum I would have to use my imagination. Although his virgin ass was tight, the stimulation alone wasn’t enough.
“Fuck my slutty ass” He cried out. Although he was in pain, he was beginning to convince me that he was enjoying it. I began to pull out entirely and shove it in him, knowing that every time I penetrated him he was in a world of hurt.
“Oh ya, you’re so fucking big. I need it in me, don’t pull out.”
He was managing to pull me back to reality, and I happily obliged him. I didn’t even order him to, but he was beginning to match my thrusts, his hips rocking back to meet me. I wasn’t sure, but I thought I heard a moan of delight.
“Cum in me, I need your jizz.” At first I thought he was trying to get me to finish quicker, and maybe he really was, but when I pulled him up close to me, I saw that his dick was hard.
“Are you enjoying this?” I asked him.
“Your dick feels really good in my tight little ass.” He said. On one hand I could hear the fake interest in his voice, but on the other, his body really did seem to be enjoying it. I began to fuck him even faster, and he rocked his hips back at the same speed. I was close to cumming when the unexpected happened.
“Fuck me, Fuck me!” He yelled, as I saw bursts of his jizz cover my table. Shocked, I gave him one extremely deep thrust. My cock completely inside him, absolutely no part of me not in his ass, I came. The build up with my session with Sam, as well as the pleasant turn of events lead to an extremely strong orgasm. I yelled out and slapped his ass, hard. While cumming, I grabbed both of his cheeks and spread them apart, getting a good look at how widely my cock was spreading his asshole. I finished cumming and quickly pulled out of him.
He collapsed on to the table, moaning in delight, with tears also running down his face.
I pulled up my pants and grabbed his hair, pulling his straight up.
“Get out of my house, slut. If I ever see you back here, it means your giving me permission to use your ass however I want.”
He quickly got up and began to pick up his clothes, I stopped him. “No, your leaving this house in shame.”
He eventually agreed and left the house. I closed the door behind him and couldn’t believe what had happened. Two weeks ago, he treated me like a slut, and now, I had returned the favor. Even more interestingly, I had wanted him two weeks ago and finished repulsed by him. Now, I wanted him and he was the one that left satisfied. At least it seemed that way.
I went to bed, surprised my day had turned out the way it had. I had been a girl, experiencing mind blowing sex with an amazing guy that loved me. And I ended the night as a dominant man making a douche of a guy into my bitch, and he ended up loving it. I wasn’t sure what tomorrow had in store, but I was excited to find out.
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Adult Room Chapter 2 By Darklord

Part 3
Things were starting to warm up in the hot tub. Diane had moved up to set on the deck and dangle her feet in the water. Phil got out of the tub, walked around and sat down in the water beside Mom. Mom and Betty were apparently mousing around too, because Betty stopped her foot massage of my cock and balls. Dad walked down the length of the tub. His cock bobbed along at face level. He sat up on the edge of the hot tub next to Betty and directly across from Julie. Mom moved over and sat next to me again. Harry moved down and sat next to Dad. Betty moved up where Diane was. She spread Diane’s legs and started giving her pussy long licks.
Then Julie told Phil to set up on the edge next to Dad. She got up, stepped in front of Harry, leaned over and gave his cock a flip with her tongue. She did the same to Dad and Phil. She then moved back in front of Dad, pushed his knees apart, kneeled on the tub bench, looked at his cock and balls dangling in front of her face, and slurped his cock into her mouth. Mom gripped my thigh. We watched Julie’s cheeks flutter in and out as she used a rapid “soda straw” action on Dad’s cock. She was trying to give Harry and Phil a hand job at the same time.
Mike turned to me and said, “It looks like Julie has her mouth full and needs some help.” Mike moved over in front of Harry as I replied, “That’s our little sister. Always biting off more than she can swallow.” Mike looked up at Harry, slipped a finger under his cockhead, lifted it to his mouth and swallowed it down nearly to the base. Diane sat up to watch, but Betty pushed her back down and continued licking her pussy.
I positioned myself in front of Phil. His cock was starting to rise. I put my hand around his cock shaft and started licking and kissing his cockhead. I ran the tip of my tongue around the rim and tickled the V on the underside. I licked down to his balls, then sucked his balls, one at a time, into my mouth. I gave his balls a nice tongue bath. His balls were too big to get in my mouth at the same time. I moved back up to his cockhead and guided his now hard cock into my mouth. Phil had a thick cock. I massaged the bottom of his cock shaft with my tongue as I sucked.
I felt a hand slide between my legs. The hand squeezed my cock and balls. Mom placed her face next to mine and kissed my cheek. I took Phil’s cock out of my mouth and offered it to Mom. Mom slipped it into her mouth and bobbed her head up and down the shaft several times. She gave it back to me and I resumed sucking Phil’s thick meaty cock while Mom moved over behind Julie. She must have slipped a finger into Julie’s pussy because I heard her gasp. I was really getting into giving Phil a blowjob, when someone tapped me on the shoulder, “Don’t make him cum. We want to save the cum for tonight.” I took his cock out of my mouth and looked up. It was Betty. I looked over at Julie and Mike. Mike was rubbing his neck and Julie gave me a wicked grin as she stood up and surprised Dad with a French kiss.
After that, almost everyone sort of drifted away from the hot tub, gathered their clothes off the lawn and went to their individual cabins. Mom and Dad stayed behind in the hot tub. Julie, Mike and I picked up our t-shirts and shorts and walked to our family cabin. When we were inside, Mike turned to Julie, “Jeez, I almost blew my load when you went down on Dad. What made you do that?” “Well, when Betty started eating Diane, I knew that someone else should make a move. So I decided that I would do something that I’ve always wanted to do.” “You’ve always wanted to suck Dad’s cock?” “Yes, just like you guys want to eat Mom’s pussy and fuck her. And I’m going to fuck him too.”
Julie had us, or at least me, there. Just thinking about getting it on with Mom was giving me a boner. “See,” Julie laughed, “You get a hard-on when you think about doing Mom.” “We’ll see what happens tonight.” “Thanks for sucking it up and helping me.” You’re welcome, Julie,” Mike replied, “I enjoyed it and Harry enjoyed it. How was Phil’s cock, Mark?” “Phil has a nice thick meaty cock and plump nuts. He likes having his balls sucked and tongue tickled,” I replied. “We better get dressed and get over to the Big Room and help with dinner, otherwise they’ll think we’re in here screwing each other”, Julie told us. “That’s not a bad idea,” piped Mike, who was grinning at us.
We were the last ones to get to the Big Room. Diane said, “What have you kids been doing all of this time? Screwing each other?” “Didn’t I tell you?” Julie laughed. We pitched in to help get everything set up and to get dinner ready. There was lots of iced tea, beer, soda, and water set out to drink with dinner. During dinner, the conversation turned to the afternoon action in the hot tub. “When and where did the three of you learn to suck cock?” Dad asked. Before any of us could reply, Phil spoke up, “I don’t know who taught Mark, but he really knows how to suck a nut and polish his granddad’s knob.” Harry said, “Mike did a good job on me too. Lots of enthusiastic tongue massaging and licking, which I like.” “Well,” Dad said, I don’t know where my little girl learned, but it wasn’t from her Mom.” “Just where did you learn? asked Mom. Diane spoke up, “I don’t care where they learned or who taught then. I just hope they eat pussy as well as they suck cock!”
We looked at each other. “It’s a long story.” “Tell us.”
Part 4
It began a couple of years ago. Mike and I rented some porn videos one weekend after we turned 18. Mom and Dad and Julie were away for the weekend. I think it was one of Julie’s cheerleader competitions. Anyway, we had the house all to ourselves.
We didn’t know much about porn so we picked some of the classics with Linda, Constance and Marilyn and some newer ones with Tiffany and Jenna. And for a change, we rented one of Higgins’ gay videos.
After watching a couple of them with the blowjobs and deep throating, we both had big boners. Mike said, “I need to get some relief,” so he unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out of his shorts. He began to jack off. That looked like a good idea to me, so I kicked off my shoes and socks and took off my jeans and shorts and joined him.
We were beating away, when Mike said, “I wondered what it feels like to receive a hand job from someone else.” I said, “Let’s find out,” so I moved over next to him and replaced his hand with mine. I’d never held another cock before. Mike’s felt good in my hand. I squeezed it lightly and stroked it. Mike pulled off his t-shirt so he was nude. I jacked his cock and played with his balls. I felt his nuts tighten up as he groaned he was cumming. I held his cock as he shot his wad onto his stomach and chest.
Mike said that the hand job felt great and he wanted to return the favor. I took off my t-shirt as Mike took my cock in his hand. It didn’t take long for him to make me cum.

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