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By *ohnmcl OP Man
5 weeks ago
Strabane |
I positioned myself behind Pete and with plenty of expletive-ridden, verbal encouragement from both he and Paul, I parted his cheeks and began docking my straining, bulbous head against his man cunt. This was the moment I’d waited for a long time. To finally penetrate a man. Or in this case a young, firm, sexy lad who was built for the gratification of other men. His anus widened and my head began disappearing inside him. Deeper it went without any real resistance. Pete looked so incredibly sexy as he looked over his shoulder again at me, willing me on, calling me ‘daddy’.
Deeper inside now, I pulled back a little and again eased forward, back again, and then forward some more till I could go no further. Then my thrusts started, slowly at first then increasing in their pace. I grabbed his hair pulling his head back. He groaned as his back arched emphasising his almost feminine shape. He looked so sexy. My other hand now forcefully and repeatedly slapped against his firm buttocks. This was my little bitch and he knew it. He wanted it.
‘Yes daddy, spank your naughty little boy’, he hissed.
This made me thrust into his ass even harder, pounding his surrendered hole.
I leaned forward and bit into Pete’s shoulder. I bit then licked. My tongue pressed against his fresh, taut flesh trailing glistening saliva in its wake. I was acting on instinct now. I reached around his torso and instantly found his hard cock. I wrapped my hand around it and started stroking. I couldn’t see it, but the feeling of it in my hand was so gratifying and intense. I let go momentarily just to grapple his risen balls and then resumed my wanking of his steely, teen cock.
‘Yes daddy, oh yes’, he moaned aloud.
Suddenly, Paul was on his feet and standing in front of Pete’s face. He was clearly unable to edge any longer and was furiously tugging on his heaving cock. Pete was happy to take whatever was on offer as he urged Paul to cum over his face. Seeing this my thrusts got even more ferocious. Harder. Harder. The cubicle was a noise of slapping flesh on flesh, grunts, moans, and swearing.
Paul cried out that he was cumming as Pete urged him on. I was in the best position possible to witness what was about to happen. Paul’s face grimaced as he uttered a raw, guttural wail. Instinctively, I looked at his cock head which was directed at Pete’s face. Ropes of cum were now being jettisoned from the urethral opening. Explosions of his man juice kept erupting from the tip all over Pete’s grateful face.
All this time I was drilling harder and harder into Pete’s battered hole. I let go of his cock from my grip and placed both my hands on his firm, meaty hips. What I’d just witnessed triggered the imminent arrival of my own man juice. But it wasn’t just the cum that spewed from Paul’s cock onto Pete’s face that caused it to happen. It was the strings of jizz that had overshot Pete’s face and landed on my body. Sperm glued to my chest, my nipple, my stomach and thighs. I had another man’s cum all over my body. Fuck! The thrill of this was too much. The wave of euphoric tension that swelled within was inescapable. I could feel my fuck juice flooding up my shaft. And then the eruption began.
‘I’m cumming,’ I declared as I pulled out of Pete’s gaping hole, peeled off the condom and started pulling my choking dick. I directed my cock head over Pete’s ass. The muscles at the base of my cock contracted rhythmically with every discharge of my seed. Paul was transfixed still holding his now spent cock as Pete angled his head to see my spillage.
‘Cum for me daddy,’ he commanded. ‘Cum all over my fucking ass.’ His face was dripping with thick globs of Paul’s cum.
It was all too much. I threw my shoulders and head back as a guttural cry emerged and my body convulsed. Rope after rope of thick cum was thrown from my rigid cock to Pete’s ravenous hole. I was gasping for breath when the torrents of jism finally subsided. I eventually stopped tugging. I was breathing hard. Everyone was breathing hard. I started smearing my warm discharged semen all over Pete’s conquered ass with my now finally, satisfied cock. As I did so his ass and hips were now glistening. It was a beautiful sight and the last that I saw before standing. I grabbed my towel and put it around my waist.
I had cum. And with that the demon was exorcised. And now sanity regained control of my breathless body. My priority now was to exit. Awkwardly, I said my goodbyes to Paul and Pete and left.
I quickly headed to the shower area where I washed. As I did so, my fear of recognition reemerged. I dressed, returned my locker key and promptly left.
Back safely in the car I sat for a few minutes collecting my thoughts before I started my drive home.
For some time after, I worried that I might have been recognised and that word would get out. However, I couldn’t regret what I’d done. I had taken part in, what was for me, the most intensely sexual thing I’d ever done. The best sex I’d ever had and it was with other men.
Will I go to the bath house again? I doubt it. Will I fuck another man? I hope so. There’s still so much more I want to do. I desperately want to suck on a hard, veiny cock. Passionately kiss another man as we fuck. Have a stud cum all over my face. And lately, I’ve also become more agreeable to the idea of taking a hard cock in my smooth ass.
The risks are great when it comes to gay sex, in so many ways, unfortunately. But oh…the rewards.
Thank you for reading.
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