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By *nowlion OP Man
over a year ago
Teesside |
I wrote the following story during coronavirus lockdown. The event described is fiction, but the guy it's based on is real and he lives in a town in the North of England. He used to be on this site but isn't any more, so I've changed his name. The story involves themes of bisexuality, male dominance, and graphic sex between men, so don't read on if any of that offends.
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Jason was seriously handsome. He was in his mid-20s, with dark hair and eyes, and a soft, youthful beard. He looked Italian. Like one of those slick boys you see riding a scooter through the side-streets of Milan with some chick on the back. Or perhaps a lad from somewhere in the hot south of Italy, sat on the wall of a farm on his midday break, joshing with a bunch of young farmhands after a morning's hard work picking lemons or olives, and stripped to the waist, with sweat beading on his tanned pecs. His clothes always fitted his stocky, filled-out physique well - the natural contours of his muscles suggesting they were the result of good genetics rather than hours spent in a gym.
To say I fancied Jason was an understatement.
I was round at his one evening, watching telly. They'd invited me over for a few beers because his mam had the baby for the night. He and his lass were pissing around upstairs. I sat on the bottom step and listened.
"Jason, stop," she laughed, "your mate's sat downstairs!"
But one thing I'd learnt, is you never say no to Jason. He had a ruthless streak, when he wanted something badly enough. He had once waited in line at a well-known dogging spot near the local airport, before making some old man chug down his cum.
Sure enough, I soon heard the sounds of sex. I crept upstairs and looked through the open bedroom door. In the mirror I could see they were hard at it. I quickly nipped into the room and stood behind the open wardrobe door and watched through the crack. Jason had his girlfriend's ankles round his shoulders and he was slamming into her missionary - hard. And I mean really hard. She was smiling but she had mascara-soaked tears running down her cheeks. In less than five minutes he'd turned her into a street whore - all for his pleasure. I was getting hard now... and I stood wanking.
Suddenly I knocked the door with my fist. I froze. Jason also stopped, mid-thrust.
"What was that?" His girlfriend said.
"What the fuck?" Said Jason, before leaping across the room and exposing me. "Look who I've found, babe! Why you pathetic little faggot! Spying on us were you?"
He dragged me out, in front of her. My dick had shriveled up from the humiliation.
"You like watching a real man shag his lass do you? Like seeing a real dick do you? A dick that makes kids? You wish it was you, don't you, lying there." He was right of course, and I knew I was blushing. "Alright then, faggot".
Before I realised what was happening, he'd dragged me over and on to the bed. Damn, he was a strong lad.
"Strip him!" He shouted, before he and his girlfriend pulled off my clothes, laughing as they went. "Now grab his hands." They got me on my back. His lass got my arms together above my head, and sat on them, pinning me down. Meanwhile Jason lifted my legs and hocked up a large gob of phlegm and spat it right on to my arsehole, which now felt dangerously exposed. Reaching over, he then fingered his girl, and wiped her scent all over my face, even pushing his fingertips into my nostrils, the dirty dog! He grasped my legs again. Then I saw him shift his position, like a prize bull about to charge. In one swift movement, he plunged his pussy-trained cock balls-deep into my arse.
It was a shock, but my arse had been twitching for dick so badly, it wasn't as painful as I had expected. He leant forward, releasing my legs, and wrapped his powerful arms underneath me now, so our bodies were pressed together - just like how you'd make love to your girl. She giggled with glee at the sight of this. He kissed me, pushing his tongue into my mouth - a second penetration. I tasted his sweet beery breath in my mouth. Fuck, this was heaven! Then he sat up again so he could thrust harder, and pushed two fingers into my mouth and on down into my throat, till they were in up to the knuckles. I tried not to gag.
"You little spitroasted slut!" he said, and his girl slapped my face. I was humiliated - but happy.
I snatched a breath as Jason removed his fingers from my throat, but a second later they both spat on me - Jason letting his gob of spit land in my mouth, preparing me for what was about to come...
He started pounding me harder, a smirk spreading across his face. I panicked.
"No... please" I moaned, as I squirmed and kicked and tried to throw him off.
"Shut the fuck up!" He said. "I'm not done till I've filled you up, you little pussy."
I wriggled my legs in the air hopelessly... But he was in between them, skewering my arse down with his dick, while his chunky hands pinned my upper body. He had me trapped. Besides, the more I wriggled, the more it only worked his cock and excited him.
Suddenly he thrust forward with his full weight, and letting out a low growl he huffed his huge load deep into me - instantly making me his bitch. He froze for a moment inside me, panting, as if stunned by what he had done, his gaze lost somewhere. His sweat continued to drip, and for the first time I became aware of his sweet, musky smell.
Then, recovering himself, he grinned at his lass, kissed his bicep like the magnificent cocky fucker he knew he was, and high-fived her. Finally he ruffled my hair affectionately, as I lay there breathless. Jason was my master now and we all knew it.
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