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Subject: Becoming my Flatmates Bitch – part 22 Becoming my Flatmates’ Bitchnne By Brian Porter M/m/M+, college, group, reluctance, non-reciprocation, mild domination (one-way sex). Posted at Nifty, please donate so we can keep posting and reading nice and exciting erotic stories for our entertainment. Please, fty/donate.html Part 22 – – – – – – – – – Author’s note: Before anything let me wish you all a great New Year. It’s been one year since I started publishing my stories and I gotta say it’s a great honour to be part of this and have my stories shared and enjoyed by so many people. As for more practical stuff, I write faster or slower depending on how busy I am, but I’m trying to compensate with longer and more detailed texts. Sorry for the grammar mistakes, I’m still trying my best. I’ll write more chapters of this story before starting the ranch’s sequel which is already in my head. I also have a manuscript for a book, but then I started wondering if that would become a good book, so I accept suggestions. What would you like to read based on my writing style? I still appreciate e-mails, so don’t forget to send me anything if you feel like. I don’t know how many readers I have, I have the slightest clue if I got twenty readers or one thousand. When I feel no one is reading I just feel like giving up, otherwise what’s the point? It takes me many hours to write a chapter like this and I use a lot of my free time for this, two or three weeks doing nothing but writing when I’m not doing something else. I’m a slow writer, so it’s not something I have done in a day. Lastly, I appreciate donations on Patreon as I need money to pay the proofreading of my book. One dollar a month is like a can of coke and if you cum by reading these stories, one or a couple of orgasms is better than a can of coke (or it should be)… so if you want to contribute, please check my Patreon account: eon/user?u=3122824 Part of the money will be donated to Nifty. Don’t let Brian, Alex, Karl, Patty, Chad, Andy and all character die. They still have a lot to share 😉 Hope you enjoy this chapter, – – – – – – – – – – – It’s been a few hours since I’ve been left alone in my doorless room by Brian and Kurt. My body was stinking, I could feel dried cum on my skin every time I moved my body as if it was dried glue. Still, I didn’t want to leave. It was weird coz I’ve just lost my sanctuary, the only place I felt safe. I was now completely exposed to these guys endeavours, to their nasty minds that always tricked me into doing more humiliating and disgusting things. I ended up thinking about Alex. The whole idea of becoming his `girlfriend’ seemed disturbing, but it could be my only escape if I wanted to live away from Brian. It’s funny because not even five hours before that consideration, I thought of Brian as my only salvation when Alex had his fingers inside of me. Did I really need someone to save me? That was just a proof of my submissive behaviour. Drown in my own thoughts, I heard someone coming in and it didn’t take two seconds to see Brian’s face by my door, watching me on my bed, hiding under my bedsheets. “Bitch” he said visibly upset. He moved away and spoke out loud from his room as he paced up and down doing god knows what. “I’ll be away for a few hours. You should take the time and go fuck yourself” I had no idea what had him so angry, but he was taking that out on me. What the hell? I was the one under such a terrible situation in a room without a door, naked except for a chastity device, my clothes hidden somewhere far away from me, even my body hair was gone into the drain. After everything happening to me, Brian was the one nervous and bitching around. I could’ve faced him, as I could’ve done many other occasions before, but what for? Besides, I didn’t feel like confronting him. It’d be better to let him go away and let me alone for a couple of hours, so at least I could be in peace for a while. I heard him putting stuff inside his backpack then he left, leaving the scent of his cologne in the air before crossing the door. It was unusual to have the place all for myself. Even when my room still had a door, I didn’t feel I had privacy as my ears would capture all my flatmates’ noises. Brian’s loud laughter, Kurt’s deep voice complaining about everything, Adam’s heavy steps. I looked at my body, my belly, my encaged dick. I touched it. I remembered I’ve cum after touching my prostate. I felt dubious because I thought that was deeply wrong, but yet so good because I couldn’t deny the unforgettable sensations I experienced. I wished I could say it was horrible, but I’ve been so horny, my own desires left aside for so long, it was great to remember I had needs after all. Brian wanted me to forget I had wishes of my own, but coming made me think I couldn’t cope with that. “Fuck him” I whispered to myself, my cock hardening as I thought of myself again. Having a hardon when your dick is caged isn’t a pleasant feeling, it can’t expand, there’s not much it can do so it eventually goes soft again. The frustration it brings when you realize you can’t cum is almost as unbearable as the pain you feel from the caged dick. So I touched my balls, caressed my nuts carefully, not without cursing that stupid metallic thing keeping me from jerking off. I wanted to cum, but I knew it wouldn’t happen, unless I finger fucked myself. In my head I repeated `no, no, no’ a hundred times until I decided it couldn’t happen. I just did that before because Brian forced me, so I wouldn’t do it by my own. I let go of my dick and balls at once, and held my hands behind my head as if restraining myself just to be sure I wouldn’t surrender to my instincts. At the same time, I had a mental struggle where I wanted to picture pussies in front of me, I wanted to see all those vaginas from the time I jerked off to them, but instead all I could see were dicks. I couldn’t remember what a pussy looked like anymore. I thought maybe I should pay a whore just to show me her pussy, maybe she could finger herself as I watched, but I had no money for that. Plus, no one would do that for free, mainly when I couldn’t show them my dick. What an embarrassment that would be to show my dick in a cage. I closed my eyes tighter, and saw more dicks. I saw Alex’s cock dripping precum on me. I could still feel it on my body, in my mouth. Fuck, that shit tasted good and I was having another hardon. Since when I started to feel excited just from thinking of dicks? I couldn’t remember, it just happened as if it was the most natural thing for a straight guy. Maybe what Brian tried to do to me was working out after all. As I couldn’t touch myself, the closest thing I had was my flatmates’ dicks. Their pleasure was becoming my own and although I hadn’t thought about it, it was indeed happening. Suddenly I thought I heard something. I opened my eyes and realized there was someone opening the door. The sun was setting, my room was getting darker but whoever got into the flat turned on the light and the light reached my desk on my left. The person closed the door, removed the shoes and part of the clothes and walked around till I saw Adam standing by my room’s doorframe. He was watching me and I glanced back. I coulnd’t remember last time I’ve been alone with him in our flat, it brought me a good feeling of safety, as if we were back to the time it was all about the two of us, just friends sharing a common space. “Hey, bud. You awake?” he asked. He couldn’t possibly see my open eyes staring at him since my bed was in the dark part of the room. “Yeah, what’s up?” “Not much. How you doing?” I wasn’t expecting someone asking me this question. I thought no one cared about it, but it’s obvious Adam did. I considered him a close friend and I believed he had the same feelings towards me. “Not bad… I mean… You know…” little pieces of broken sentences came out of my mouth one after another so in the end I didn’t say much. I didn’t have to because he knew very well how I have been treated by Brian and Kurt since they moved in. As I still tried to complete that sentence and answer him, Adam came into my room. Now I could see him better, he was barefoot, wearing just his boxers and a thermic shirt that was tight enough to show all of the pecs in his abdomen. I was still wondering what he wanted with me when he came to my bed, sat down and, to my amazement, laid down by my side. Before touching my pillows with his back, he removed the bedsheet that covered my naked body. I was bewildered by his attitude, Adam had never come inside my room before and now he was laying with me on my bed. I didn’t know what to do, I just tried not to touch his body, but he pulled me closer to him with one arm around my neck. “Don’t worry. I just think you’re a bit depressed, you know?” Adam said in an amicable way. “Maybe all you need is to stop worrying too much? You’re so piled up, you gotta let it go” “But how?” I needed to talk about my situation and now he offered his ears to listen to my complaints, I’d use the chance to say everything I had been keeping to myself. “Ever since Brian moved in my life’s been hell. You know that. But today was the worst. He took my clothes away. And there” I pointed to the empty doorframe “not even a door anymore”. “We can see how to make this not so bad to you. I can talk to him if you want” “Please” I begged. “He wouldn’t listen to me” “What else did you do today? I don’t think a door would make you so angry and I know Brian would do more than just removing your door” Adam still sounded friendly. I thought that if I wanted him to help me, I’d better be honest with him. “Well… I don’t know how to start…” “From the beginning?” he suggested with his arms still around me. My head was pressed between his armpits and chest. The smell of his perfume going deep into my nostrils then straight to my brain. The perfume wasn’t too strong so I thought I could smell his own scent more than anything. I’ve felt that before, I never really stopped to think about the way he smelt. It wasn’t bad, I guessed. But above all, what was disturbing me was the closeness of our bodies there in the bed. Disturbing isn’t exactly the word, it was just different, unexpected and weird. Adam and I have shared a shelter long enough to know each other. He was older than me, he was a good looking guy, he had girls drooling for him, he was THE guy. It’s been awkward to suck him before, but his dick in my mouth wasn’t too personal. There was no love or affection in sucking dicks, it was just simple carnal pleasure. But having him by my side, asking me questions, his arm on my neck was something else. I felt like a small girl in the arms of a big boyfriend. And for an instant I did feel protected, or even worse, I really enjoyed his company. I wasn’t just a sex toy after all. “This morning Brian took me to the gym and… fuck” I was humiliated. I’ve never talked such intimacies before, and if I had, it wouldn’t have me in a public shower room having sexual interaction with other men. I swallowed hard and Adam squeezed my shoulder as if showing his support. Don’t think I felt like crying or anything like that. I know this sounds too bad for a young straight guy, but I’ve had my share of bad experiences before and this was nothing if compared to stuff I’ve been through. I just felt like exploring something different, playing with taboo, facing the judgment of society. I knew Adam would understand me, but putting our thoughts into words means to give them a body, they become real, they face us back. And so I explained everything, from the moment I was in the showers with Alex and Brian, to the time I came in our bathroom. I wasn’t interrupted, but Adam would squeeze my shoulder every now and then just to remind me he was still there, awake and listening. As I found myself with nothing else to say, I just shut up, still feeling bad with myself. Adam should be thinking I let all of this happen. Of course, any other man in my situation would just walk away, would swear, yell, fight, anything, but I just did whatever they asked me to. I was getting angry with myself when Adam decided to break the silence. “Did you like it?” I wasn’t expecting this question. Maybe he just didn’t want to judge me. He should be thinking I was gay and he didn’t want to sound biased or anything. “I’m not gay. You know that… right?” I asked as if I started to doubt it myself. “That’s not what I asked, dumbass. I asked if you liked it” he used to call me dumbass from time to time, but that was not rude or anything. He chose this word because it sounded less offensive than others and this way he could direct it to me whenever I said or did anything stupid. “I don’t know” I answered really confused. It was difficult to say what I felt like because my mind told me it was wrong, I was being humiliated by my flatmates, but at the same time, in the end, I did cum. And I didn’t cum by fucking pussy, gosh, I wasn’t even thinking about pussy when I came. I had fingers in my ass, I was sharing a small bathroom with other two men whose dicks I’ve sucked dozen of times. I had the sweet aftertaste of Alex’s cum in my mouth. I wished I could’ve had a different experience, I wanted to change everything, but that was the plain and simple reality. “You said you came without touching yourself. You must’ve liked it” Adam suggested. “I don’t know. I was too horny, that’s all…” “Unh… I’ve been too horny before and still… There was this time I went to a church camping. I was a teenager, thirteen I think. I couldn’t spend a single day without masturbating at least once or twice. I used to live in my dad’s ranch, you know. I’d stop at every single bush and jerk off. Then one day my pa sent me to this stupid camping. No shit, we had eyes on us 24/7 coz the priests in charge wanted to make sure we would get out of there cleaned from our sins. What sins could a teenager have? Well, some people still think that jerking off will take you to hell. Anyway, three weeks later I was going crazy, and a friend of mine and I managed to go far far away when no one was watching us. We were both talking about jerking off when he suggested we should give it a try and help each other. After a lot of talk I let him stroke my dick. The boy had nice smooth hands, really nice. It was so fucking good to feel another hand doing all the hard job for me. But then he decided to touch my ass. He said I’d enjoy it if I let him put a finger in my hole. At that moment, I realized I’d rather die of blue balls, I’d rather be a dead body with a hardon than letting someone fuck me. A dick, a dildo, a finger, it doesn’t matter. It was not even a matter of considering whether I’d like that or not, I just knew I wouldn’t let it happen” Adam told me, his hand holding me even closer to him so I could hear his voice deep inside his chest as he spoke. I knew the conclusion he wanted me to see. It’s obvious, isn’t it? He, a real man, wouldn’t let a boy touch his ass, while I not only did, but also came with that. He didn’t conclude his story, he just left it lingering there, at the point I felt much less of a man than I did before. For the head of an experienced guy, such a story wouldn’t mean much, but for me it did. Still insecure about my sexuality, I’ve never been with a woman till that point of my life, and then surrounded by a bunch of guys who made me suck them whenever they wanted, it did mean a lot. “Don’t get me wrong” Adam continued, “I ain’t judging you. You know I wouldn’t do that. And I also don’t care if you’re gay or not. Who cares? You don’t need to label yourself before agreeing to the fact (and he stressed the word `fact’) that you got your rocks off after fingering your hole. Am I wrong?” I still found myself silent, unsure about what to say. He was implying that having a finger fucking my ass wasn’t gay, getting off while it happened wasn’t gay either, so what was gay? “Listen, you don’t love these guys” he started to answer my unspoken thoughts. “You still picture yourself fucking chicks, right? You still think of them and believe you’ll love one of them someday to the point you’ll get married and have a straight life, right?” “Sure” I squeezed this word out of my empty stomach without exactly thinking about it. I couldn’t picture anything anymore. I couldn’t remember the last time I thought about something sexual that didn’t involve dicks dripping precum and squirting semen into my mouth. “But if it gives you pleasure, then that’s ok too. A lot of chicks like guys who are into this kind of stuff. It’s completely fine” he said with a soft and comforting voice. “And I also noticed you probably liked to swallow the neighbor’s cum, didn’t you? Again, I ain’t judging, it’s just the way you talked about it” I couldn’t even remember I talked about Alex, but it should’ve been obvious. Alex had such a strong power over me, I could’ve said more than I intended. Alex made me hate him just for existing, I never knew exactly why, but I just couldn’t stand that guy. Brian was different. Brian gave me reasons to hate him since the first day we talked, but not Alex. His cocky attitude, the way he dealt with life, everything looked so easy for him whereas I struggled with all the small things. As for Adam, he was a hero in my eyes, a semi god, someone I wanted to become if I were to be born again. He had no defects, a perfect guy who was still so humble and supporting. Why someone as perfect as him would be humble? It’s like owning a Ferrari and keeping it indoors. I sighed. Adam surely noticed my hesitation. His hand moved from my shoulder to my head, his fingers touched my ear, then my cheeks. It made me shiver. “So, çankaya escort did you like swallowing his cum?” he whispered closer to my other ear. His hot breath touching my ear made my dick twitch in its cage. “It wasn’t too bad…” “Oh, no. I think you like it more than that. That’s really all you got to say?” he insisted. “It wasn’t bad… I don’t know… yeah, it was kinda good” I was still afraid of exposing my thoughts, but I wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. Without saying a word, Adam just exhaled his warm breath deep into my ear and it had me at his mercy. “It was good, ok? So fucking good…” “That’s more like it” he whispered as if he was now inside my head. “So, answer me. Do you like cum?” “I think so…” my words triggered his fingers on my ear and I corrected myself. “I like it, yeah… but I ain’t gay, I ain’t…” “It’s ok. You don’t need to be gay to like cum, right? It’s just tasty, you can’t help it” Every time Adam finished a sentence with a `right’ question, I’d answer it in my head with a positive `right’. The questions sank as affirmations that made me comfortable to share my deepest thoughts with him. “What do you like about it?” he asked dragging me into a subject I’d rather forget. With his warm breathe still penetrating my ear, I shivered and sighed silently. “I don’t know…” I answered as I tried to think what the hell he wanted me to say. “Oh, you do. I’m sure you know why you like chocolate. Don’t you?” he wouldn’t let his questions go unanswered. “Now tell me, what d’you like about a good sip of warm cum?” I tried to think more about it now. When Adam talked about chocolate I remembered Alex saying that one day I’d prefer to drink his cum to having a milkshake. I knew that I’ve thought about it once I tried his juices. It didn’t sound so absurd anymore. But why? As Adam allowed me to think, I tried to see the bigger picture. I still considered myself straight but I couldn’t deny that I liked the taste of cum. At the same time, I was considering what to say to Adam and what I had to hide from him. “It’s… I don’t like it all the time. Some taste better than others…” that’s what came first to my mind. “Oh, don’t say that” Adam readjusted himself on the bed and leaned his back against the bedhead. As I was still on my previous position, I found myself now laying on his abs, my face just a few inches from his crotch. I could see his dick was still soft under his underwear, but that was about to change. From behind me, he continued, “guys like you should like it all the time…” “Guys like me?” I asked intrigued by what he meant by that. “Yeah. Guys who like cum. I’m not saying you’re gay, but it’s a fact you like cum. Some guys like it and they are not gay, just like you. I’ve met a couple here at uni. But I’m sure there are much more out there, you’d be surprised” “Seriously?” I’ve never heard of guys getting off with other guys’ cum. “Absolutely. But they’re into all sorts of taste, not just the sweet ones. It’s like those Harry Potter candies, ya know? You can take one that tastes chocolate, but sometimes you take nasty tastes too. It’d be easier just to buy a box of chocolate, but what’s the fun in that? Then after a while you realize you like all the tastes. The world would be so boring if everything tasted like chocolate or vanilla, right?” “I guess” “Of course. So, what d’you like about cum?” he insisted. “The taste?” I answered with a timid question as I still didn’t know what he wanted from me. “Ok. That’s a beginning. Let’s make a list then. Number one is the taste. What kind of taste do you like?” “Sweet…” I said in a bit dubious way. “Just sweet? I don’t get it. You love lemonade, right? I’ve heard you once saying you like it sour and I told you I couldn’t stand it. So, why can’t you love a nice load of sour cum? Or sometimes bitter or salty? If you like cum, you gotta love all of it, understand?” Adam didn’t understand that what I really wanted was to forget I liked cum, never talk about it again. Well, that was my sober side talking. My horny self couldn’t deny the truth. Adam’s words got into my brain, now filled up with testosterone, and I started imagining all the cum I’ve swallowed so far. My eyes were still staring at his covered cock, I thought I saw it twitching just a little bit, but still soft or maybe getting hard. I mumbled a `yes’ and he asked me to continue my list. “I think the texture…” “That’s interesting” he started. “One of the things guys like me don’t like about cum is the texture. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never put it in my mouth, but don’t need to. Just touch it and you can feel it. So thick, so slimy, gooey” he explained, his hand resting on my head, pulling me even closer to his abs. I tensed a little bit when he said he didn’t like it, because it probably turned me into a fag. He was just showing how different we were. His fingers ruffled my hair for a bit as if to comfort me and stop me from thinking too much. “Don’t worry. Everyone is different. Some people like stuff that others don’t. You like cum and I don’t. No big deal, ok? What else?” I was still ashamed and didn’t feel like talking anymore. I thought about saying I didn’t know, but I knew for sure that Adam wasn’t there to humiliate me, he was a nice guy. “C’mon, it’s good if you talk about it, so you can understand what’s happening to you” he continued. “I think…” I started hesitantly, “well, it’s just the fact that I know this is coming from a guy’s balls. It sounds weird, it’s really weird, but there’s something about it that it’s different from everything else. I can’t explain…” “In other words, you like it coz that’s a guy’s essence, his seed” he summarized my own thoughts with straightforward words. “That’s a third point and I think that’s related to a fourth one. You like it coz a mouth full of cum means a guy got off and had a sexual pleasure. You’ve made a guy happy…” “No, not really” I managed to contest. “I don’t like to suck cock” “Really? I thought you were having a good time with the guys here. You looked like you were enjoying that” he sounded surprised, although I couldn’t see his face. “No. Never liked it…” “Well, if that’s the case, I’ll make them stop forcing you. I thought you wanted it, that’s why I didn’t say anything before” he stated. “But…” he stopped for a few seconds as if thinking about what to say next, “I’m not convinced you don’t like it. I mean, you like cum and as far as I know, the best part of cum is to extract it from a guy’s balls. I’ve heard it all the time. If you were to enjoy cum for it’s taste and texture you could just have an yoghurt or something. I’ll tell you what I think it’s going on. You crave cum and you do like sucking cock, but you’re just afraid to say so.” “No, Adam. I’m seriously not gay…” “See? That’s all you think about. You don’t need to be gay to enjoy that. You can be bi, or curious or you just like to serve other men, mak’em happy. Some guys serve other men by being good waiters, taxi drivers, cashiers, whatever, but you do that by sucking their dicks. It’s ok, dude. Trust me, I ain’t judging you. So, d’you really think you don’t like it?” Once again I didn’t know what to say. I’ve been telling myself I didn’t like it for so long I’ve never stopped to consider those claims. Could I like it although I said I didn’t? As I didn’t say anything, Adam took the chance to move on. “When you say you like it coz it’s part of a man’s essence, you’re saying that maybe unconsciously, you do worship a man’s body, including his dick. You’re saying you like to touch and suck it. Guys like me would say that they don’t like cum exactly because it comes from another man. That’s reason number one I’m sure. I think that this is also your number one reason, even higher than the taste, but in your case, it is the opposite. It explains why you like cum so much…” “No, I don’t…” I felt confused. “So prove it to me, unh? What d’you say? Just prove you don’t like to suck dick” he suggested and made me even more confused. “How could I?” “Simple. Just suck my dick. You’ve done it before, but I never stopped to think whether you were enjoying it or not. I always thought you liked it. I want to pay attention this time. If I see you really don’t like it then I’ll stop Brian from harassing you. Can you do that?” I saw his dick now definitely getting harder under his boxers. I felt like saying `yes, why not?’, but I realized that if I did then I’d be sucking another guy from my own will for the first time. It was not like there was someone tricking or forcing me into that. Adam asked me for a blowjob and if I offered it to him, then things would have changed a little bit for me. Then Adam insisted in a friendly way: “Don’t take me wrong, bro. It’s been a couple days I don’t get off and I’d really appreciate it if you did me this favour. I don’t need to jerk off, for years I never needed to, I don’t even think I remember how to do that. I don’t even like it. So just suck me and I promise I won’t ever ask again if I feel you don’t like it” “Can you ask Brian to give me my clothes back?” I was already taking for granted that I’d be sucking his dick, so I moved on to other things I wanted from him. “Sure. If you prove you really don’t like what they’re doing to you. This will stop right away” he agreed. “Now just make me cum. But let me warn you that I’m a bit different from other guys. When I don’t cum for a while and then someone sucks me, it takes me quite a long time to cum. Try to make yourself comfortable coz sometimes it takes me a few hours to cum” “Hours?” I asked, staring at his dick at this time almost piercing the cotton fabric of his boxers. “Yeah, once it took me three hours to get off. So just imagine if I had to jerk off. It would take forever” he laughed quietly but I was dead serious just thinking what I’d have to do. “Another thing I must tell you is what I don’t like in a blowjob. Yeah, I’m not completely into being sucked either. First of all, I don’t like when cocksuckers look too serious when blowing me. Well, you said you don’t like it, but try to pretend you do. I’ll know if you’re pretending or not. Second, close your mouth tightly now coz once you start sucking me I’d like you not to take my dick out of your mouth at all. It means you won’t be closing your mouth for the next hours. You have no idea how I hate when cocksuckers stop sucking me to take some time to rest. Motivated cocksuckers don’t need to rest, right? This leads us to the third point I don’t like. I hate when cocksuckers use their hands when they should be using their mouth to get me off. So, no hands ok? I know I’m a bit big and cocksuckers like to hold the base of my dick while sucking on my pole, but I think it’s a good cocksucker’s job to make sure my cock is deep down their throat. That’s the forth thing I’d consider before sucking me. I hate superficial blowjobs. When I’m horny like I’m right now, I never cum in mouths. I need throats. Understand? The longer it takes for you to fuck your throat with my dick the longer you’ll be sucking me. Another thing. Don’t you think I don’t get tired. I do. If you don’t get me off after a few hours, my dick will go soft and you’ll have me extremely disappointed. I never take amateur cocksuckers to suck me off coz I know I won’t cum. You were actually my only exception coz for some reason I got off from thinking I had you, my straight flatmate, sucking me, but that won’t happen again. Do you get everything?” `Wow’ that’s what I thought. He should write it all down and make sure his cocksuckers went through the instructions because he was extremely demanding. I remember I heard chicks saying Adam was one of the hottest guys around, but also complaining they couldn’t deal with him in bed. Now I finally understood why. Maybe for having pussy all the time without even having to ask for it, he decided he could ask for whatever he wanted and he’d get it. Probably he was still getting head from a lot of people even having all of these requirements so he wasn’t shy about telling what he wanted. “You don’t want to disappoint me, right? I know you don’t” he asked and answered his question at the same time so I didn’t bother. I really didn’t want to let him down, never did. “I’ll tell you a secret. I only cum when guys suck me. I can’t remember the last time I came when a chick sucked me. They just can’t deal with all my requirements so I only cum when I fuck them. It’s obvious that before fucking them I let them suck on my big dick, but when they say all they want is to suck me, I don’t even bother. But guys are different. They want to do everything they can to make me happy. They even smile when I say all I want from them. They like the idea they’ll have to suck me for hours. D’you like to think you gotta suck me for two, three hours? I bet you do” again I didn’t have to answer him because he wouldn’t let me. It was better this way because I wouldn’t know what to say. “But I also have to say that reality is way different from imagination” Adam continued his speech. “I learned from experience that after one hour or so, most of the guys who suck me gets annoyed and tired. Then I understood that there’s a difference between gays and cocksuckers. Gay guys love other guys, they like dicks but they are not whores, they don’t live from getting dicks. They are more into vanilla sex. I don’t think you’re in this category and I’m sure you agree with me. But then we have the cocksuckers. Oh, the cocksuckers. Those are different. Some of them claim to be straight, but can’t have enough dick. They beg for it as if their life depended on it. It takes a while to find guys with potential to be good cocksuckers and I honestly think you tick all the boxes. Don’t take me wrong, this ain’t an offense, this is actually one of the greatest compliments I could say to you. Seriously, after seeing you sucking all those dicks, after having you sucking me, I know for sure that you’re a natural. Just let go of the labels and prejudice, ok? Don’t think that being a cocksucker is bad. You should embrace the idea coz that’s who you are. You were born to make other guys cum and that’s something special. That’s a gift. Guys like me need you. You should feel happy coz you’re needed. Think about how sad it is to come to this world and not being needed for anything” Adam was talking a lot and his words were having an impact over me. Maybe that happened because of my horniness allied to the how much I trusted Adam. During the whole time I had my head perfectly still over his abs, moving up and down with every breath he took. I saw with close attention his dick getting harder after each word he spoke out. Adam moved his hand over me and reached his cock. He grabbed it over the thin fabric of his underwear and I was again impressed by its length. I’ve sucked this before, but I couldn’t help but think about what I had inside of my mouth. “So, why don’t you tell me about how much you like dick?” he asked in a demanding tone that sounded differently from the way he talked to me before. I was thinking of the things he told me. He said I should embrace the idea I was a natural cocksucker but who is the man who would do that? I knew by then that I was a cocksucker (there was no denying about it), but assuming it was something else. “I don’t know. I… I like pussies…” “Ok. I know that you like pussies, but I’m not asking that” he still sounded a bit more impatient. “Forget about pussy, we talk about it later, I promise. Focus now on dicks, ok? I’m pretty sure you’re a lot more intimate with dicks than pussies anyway. So, tell me, what do you like about a dick? Or just tell me what you like about my dick. Mine is way better than the others you had so far, isn’t it?” “Yeah, I think so” “You think so? You kidding me?” he asked surprised. He let go of his pole and raised his butt from the mattress slightly. “Lower my boxers and have another look. You must have forgotten how it looks like” As if this was the most natural thing in the world, I just slid my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and lowered it down to his knees. Adam moved his legs up and down and soon his undies were hitting the floor leaving his lower body completely exposed. Maybe because I’ve been undressing my male flatmates for a few months, I got really used to that. Now I had Adam’s dick right in front of me, hard and uncovered. I’ve seen it before, but it still mesmerized me. “Just pretend you’re a little boy who got the toy of your dreams for Christmas and play with it. We can even play a little game” I was afraid of all the games they had for me, but Brian wasn’t around and I trusted Adam. “All you have to do is to make me cum. You’ve done it before and you gotta lot of experience, so you can do that, can’t you? Do that before I feel annoyed and I’ll introduce your cute face to a few pussies I know” “What you mean?” I asked still facing his dick, but interested in what he had to say about those pussies. “You mean real pussies?” “Course I mean real pussies, dumbass. You’ll got a lot of pussies to lick, I promise. All you have to do is to make me cum” Man, I suddenly got the present of my dreams and it was his dick. I held it with my right hand and quickly found a new position that would make my job easier. I kneeled between his legs over the mattress, from where I could see Adam bitting his lower lip. “Will you make me cum, dude?” “Will you find me pussies if I do?” I ask just to make sure he’d keep his word. “I said I will, didn’t I?” “So you will cum, I promise you that” I said out of the idea that I’ve made so many guys cebeci escort cum so far, Adam included, that it couldn’t be that hard. “Nice. So I’ll be even nicer with you and I’ll help you to get me off. Trust me, this won’t be easy, I’ve seen this before. I won’t force you to do anything, I’ll just tell you what you can use to make me cum before I feel tired and go away. First, remember everything I told you about a good blowjob and do everything I said. Second, I like my cocksuckers to be more talkative. You’re too quiet. If you don’t start talking I’m not feeding you my cum. Third, I like to talk dirty, but I won’t if you don’t allow me. Fourth, I like to be rough but again, I won’t if you don’t say I can. Fifth, keep in your mind that everything that happens here will change our relationship for good, whether we like it or not. So the question is: how far are you willing to go to lick some nice pussies?” “Pussies in the plural?” I was in heaven. “Oh yeah” I think I’d do anything for that. I was already picturing myself licking and fucking pussies like those I used to watch in the films. I thought that if I were to find chicks, I’d be spending more time with Adam and consequently I’d be far away from Brian, Alex and Kurt. My life would finally change. I wouldn’t let this chance go. “Ready?” he asked, as if a referee before a match. My answer was my hand pumping his dick up and down as I looked Adam in the eyes. “Ok” he said “but I won’t be saying anything anymore. Remember everything I told you and choose to use it or not to your advantage. Make me cum and you win. If my cock gets soft, it means I’m not into this anymore and you lose. Now it’s up to you” The first thing that occurred to me was that I could make this happen if I sucked him like I’ve sucked before. I opened my mouth and put his dick head over my tongue and closed my lips around the shaft. His dick was very clean, it didn’t taste anything in particular, but I still liked it. My eyes travelled across his torso and stopped when I looked into his eyes. His expression wasn’t not even close to the face guys usually do when receiving a blowjob. It was as if I wasn’t even there. He put his hands behind his head and kept his eyes on me. Suddenly I felt very embarrassed. What was I doing? I thought that maybe I could just let go of his dick and forget about the pussies altogether but Adam made it clear that everything that happened there would change our relationship for good. I knew one thing for sure: leaving him with a hardon after having it in my mouth would piss him off immensely. I’ve heard him swearing at so many chicks who did this to him and he made sure he never talked to any of them again. Doing this to him was probably worse than hitting him on the face, or that’s how it sounded. Adam would eventually talk to those who once fought him, but not a single word would be wasted with those chicks. After one minute or so, I realized I haven’t even started the blowjob yet. I tried to put my thoughts in order and remember all the things he told me. At this instant, I realized I couldn’t deepthroat so I had to make him cum without that. I also knew I’d have to retrieve every now and then to rest but I was still confident that I could make him cum. After all, who’s the guy who doesn’t cum after a slow blowjob? I thought everybody did. I thought I gave good head. I started to think I was wrong. As I took my time, I noticed that sometimes his dick would start to lose its stiffness, so I rushed to suck faster and stronger to have it hard again. I looked at my watch and was shocked for knowing I’ve been there between his legs for only fifteen minutes. My legs were already aching, my back was killing me, my jaws couldn’t take it much longer and Adam made it clear he could go on like this for hours. I had to change my strategy. I had to start doing what he asked me to or this wouldn’t end. I took his dick out of my mouth and heard Adam sighing as if losing his patience. But then I surprised him when I broke the silence: “Your dick is so big” I said trying to sound impressed but also a bit slutty like the actresses from the porn films I’ve watched. “I know” he said not very happy. I wasn’t doing it right, so what could I do? “This is so good. Your prefuck tastes awesome” I continued with my slutty voice. “Yeah. I’ve heard that” I quickly understood that Adam was trying to help me. The point is that he’s been sucked by a thousand people, so it would be much harder to impress him than just saying stuff that would only impress young guys having their first head. If I didn’t lose my inhibitions I’d lose this game very soon. I remembered the porn I watched, the dicks I sucked, the things I heard from my flatmates and all instructions Adam gave me. I grabbed his dick and slapped my face with it. I rubbed my entire face with his shaft, I wanted to smell like cock. “I love the way your dick smells, I want to feel it all over my body” “Oh, do you?’ I should be doing something right now. A question was a good sign, he was curious, this was good. “Oh, fuck yeah” and then I hit my face with his dick. It was fast and painless, but enough to make his dick twitch in my hand. That was another great sign. So I hit my face harder and another twitch. I thought I could go much harder and so I did. I slapped my face with his shaft so many times it should be getting red by the time I stopped. Adam grinned a little bit and when I thought I was getting him in the mood he suddenly lost the interest. I had to find something else to do, something that could get him going. I looked at his cock again and realized I needed to challenge my limits. I put it in my mouth and found the exact spot it touched my throat. I held his dick on that spot and withdrew. “This is my limit” I showed him my hand on his dick. Then I moved my hand a little bit further towards his balls, maybe half an inch. “Next time I talk to you, I’ll have reached this far” “Ok” he said quite enthusiastically. This should be new: I’d fuck my throat with his dick. I was just afraid I wouldn’t be able to, but I had to give it a try. I wanted Adam to think I was doing this because of the promise he made to me, but I knew that all I really wanted was to please him. The first time I had his dick crossing the point I’d estimated before, I didn’t gag whatsoever. I think I had more room in my mouth than I realized. So, I was pleased when I felt I could go a bit further than before and had my lips touching my hand that was still holding his cock. I didn’t try to go even further down because I wasn’t prepared for that. I heard a sigh of pleasure this time and I felt very proud of myself, my own dick responded to that. I retrieved and looked at Adam who seemed a bit happier now. “That wasn’t so hard” he said. He obviously meant I was afraid of something I haven’t even tried properly before. My hand slid another inch down towards his balls. I should have other four or five inches to go, but I was sure I could do that. “I’m coming here now” “Ok. Once you get there, try to stay for a few seconds so you get used to it” he instructed, and I thought it was very nice of him to help me to do this right. I didn’t think he was instructing me just because he wanted to get off. Maybe I just had to believe I was sucking my best friend and that’s what I expected from him. Well, it made things easier for me because that was a dick I wanted to suck. I went down on him once again and to my amazement I still didn’t gag even when I felt his dick going past the point I had set as my limit. I stopped there for five or ten seconds and honestly expected to hear another sigh or any sound of approval, but nothing. Instead, I was almost sure his dick was actually softening. I couldn’t understand what was happening. I quickly decided to go all the way down as if my life depended on that. As his dick was already getting inside my throat, it was easier than I thought to have it balls deep in my mouth. That’s when I finally heard that sigh that made me sure I was doing things right. However, by this point I needed to breathe so I had to withdraw. I looked at him, in hopes I’d find him smiling and satisfied. Fuck, he had a sort of Mona Lisa expression that didn’t say anything. I felt lost. Brian would throw a party if I deepthroated him like that. Why was Adam so hard to please? I made sure next time I went down I’d stay there a few seconds and so I did. It sounds crazy but when we put ourselves into something and we’re decided to do whatever it takes to achieve a result, the impossible becomes doable. And that’s how I felt his balls touching my chin for the second time. After a few seconds I decided to look at him again, but then I remembered what he said about not taking his cock out of my mouth. So I let the head inside. I could still look at his face and saw a little smile this time that made me a bit comfortable despite the weirdness of the situation. “You ready to start?” he asked. Gosh, in his head everything I’ve done so far meant absolutely nothing. I quickly took a look at the clock and was worried because it’s been more than thirty minutes. I knew I had to make him hornier, I had to do more mainly because I wouldn’t be able to deepthroat him for two hours. That was impossible for someone quite inexperienced like me. I held his cock with my hand and took his dick out of my mouth. “I’ll fuck my throat with your dick… sir” I don’t know where this `sir’ came from, but it sounded natural. He raised one eyebrow and I took it as a good sign. “Oh, that’s knew, Chad” he said my name, making sure to say it slowly so I could hear it well. “Well, if I’ve become your `sir’, what have you become?” I knew what he wanted. I still remembered he said that everything that happened there would change our relationship for good. Probably he felt he couldn’t forget stuff I did to him and act as if nothing ever happened. It was risky to go on like this but it’d be worse to just give up and go away. I accepted the challenge so I’d go to the end and then deal with the consequences later. “I’m your bitch, sir” I couldn’t believe I said that. My hand still stroking his dick slowly, I remembered all the times Brian called me `bitch’ and all the times it made me angry. “Nah. You’re someone else’s bitch already. I want something new” I thought for a few seconds, never losing eye contact. “I’m your whore, sir” “I don’t think you’re my whore. You pay whores to have sex and I’m not paying you anything” Adam wanted to drag me down, to the limit of my self-respect and then move me even lower. That’s when I said something lower. I thought of a person who accepts to be used by another one and who wouldn’t receive anything for that. “I’m your slave, sir” “Do you even know what that means?” he asked calmly but with a lot of determination. “Slaves do whatever we want, right? They don’t have any choice but do what their owners and masters say. That’s what you mean?” I knew what being a slave should mean, but I thought Adam was my friend so what harm could it bring me to say I was his slave? So I said it again, I fully accepted what he wanted from me. “I know. But I want to be your slave, to do whatever you want” “Ok” he repeated this `ok’ again, trying to sound not so impressed. “I want to cum. I know I’ve said this before, but now everything is different. Now I’m not suggesting I won’t cum in case you can’t get me off. I’m saying very clearly that I will cum. I know what I can do to cum, so I’m taking control of the situation now, slave. You don’t say a word till I’m done with you, got that?” I swallowed hard. That was way more than I expected. He surely saw desperation in my eyes and asked me, “are you sure you want to do this? I won’t ask it again” I wasn’t sure of anything, but I couldn’t let him down. “Yes. I am, sir” “Ok. Since you’re my slave now, I shouldn’t worry about warning you `bout my plans at all, but I know you’re new to this so I’m gonna say what I’m gonna do with you before I do, so you won’t be surprised. Remember, I’m not asking you if you want this or that. I’m just telling you coz I’m being nice to you. So first of all. I’m going to fuck your face very rough. I don’t know if you know how it works but I’ll explain it to you. I will take your head with my both hands and I’ll force my dick into your mouth till my balls hit your chin. I’ll do that very fast. Sometimes I’ll stop and hold your head still for a while with my dick all the way into your throat. You’ll feel like breathing but you won’t be able to. You don’t need to panic coz I know when you gotta breathe and I’ll let you out before you pass out. So you gotta trust me, ok? As a slave you gotta trust me more than anything coz I own you. By the way, don’t worry if you think you can’t deeptrhoat me, coz you can. You’ve done this already. So relax and let me enjoy this. If you don’t like this, still relax anyway. The two of us are worried about my pleasure alone, right? So think that your discomfort has a good purpose and deal with it. Can you do that for me?” I was lost in my thoughts, I tried to see what was about to happen, I didn’t know what to say so I just nodded my head in a silent agreement that sealed our slave and master relationship. He stood up and put me in an awkward position on the bed. My back was laying on the bed while my head dangled from the edge towards the floor. He said this position was a good one for a nice and rough throat fucking. He put his dick on my lips and penetrated my mouth slowly at first. When it touched the back of my mouth I felt a terrible urge to gag and breathe. Adam stopped, but he didn’t take his dick from me, he just retrieved it a little bit. “Easy, easy” he said as probably he’d say to one of his horses in his ranch. “Cocksuckers don’t have a gag reflex and you’re a cocksucker, right? So make sure you’re a good one and do this right. I’m coming in whether you’re ready or not. Just breathe when I’m not deep inside and you’ll be fine” He moved in again and this time it went all the way. I had my lungs full of air so I didn’t panic for the first ten or so seconds. Adam should be really experienced coz he knew exactly when I was about to gag and retrieved. He should’ve been watching my chest going up and down as I breathed and as soon as it was full again, his cock crossed my tonsils and landed deep inside my throat. The next thrust it felt the same till he assumed a steady pace. As I was getting used to that his thrusts gained speed and now it was me who adjusted my breathing to his thrusting. I had to breathe much faster so I could inhale oxygen every time I didn’t have his balls covering my nostrils. A few more thrusts and I realized I could go a few thrusts without breathing and Adam noticed that, so he moved even faster only stopping once every ten seconds to give me a second or so to breathe. “Such a good cocksucker you’re becoming. D’you think this is something everyone can do? It’s not” Adam said as sucked air through his lips and sighed in ecstasy. “Usually I’m not wrong when I see guys I think to be good cocksuckers and I gotta be honest with you. Since the first day I met you I knew you were a good cocksucker. I think any alpha male would. Brian did, right?” I couldn’t say anything, I couldn’t even mumble words afraid it would trigger my gagging reflex. But I was startled to know Adam thought I was a cocksucker way before meeting Brian. Why would he think that? I never showed interest in men whatsoever. What signs did I show that made them think that of me? “Gimme your hand” he reached for it and put it over my throat. Gosh, I could feel his cock inside of me through my skin. That was weird! But he had a different opinion. “That’s awesome, isn’t it? It proves you’re an A class cocksucker. Just keep your hand there and make it tighter for my dick” And just like this we went on for a few minutes. I lost track of time. All I could see was a glimpse of my room, turned upside down, and his strong legs and balls moving back and fro. At a certain point, everything became quite automatic and I finally understood what it meant to be used for someone else’s pleasure. But Adam wasn’t the kind of person who would let me forget about what being used meant. He wanted me to be more active. “Ok, you got how it works. Now move to your knees and do it yourself” he demanded. I looked at him, trying to understand why he wanted me to do that as I thought he was getting off by just using me. He saw the questioning look in my eyes and laughed quietly as if my doubt was funny. I understood it wasn’t doubt, but misunderstanding. I didn’t get exactly what he meant when he said he could take hours to cum when too horny, I didn’t understand what he meant when he said I needed to do much more if I wanted him to cum. “I told you I’m not into vanilla sex, dirty cocksucker. This is becoming boring already. Just try harder and be more creative if you do want to finish this coz I can go on like this for hours without feeding you my cum” I got on my knees and put his dick back in my mouth. I quickly noticed it was way harder to deepthroat in this position. So I struggled again just when I thought I’ve been over this stage. “All the way, all the way” he said as I tried to be more cooperative but still I let about two inches out of my mouth. I needed more time to adjust to that but Adam wouldn’t give me time if I didn’t offer him anything in exchange. That’s when I decided to go even lower and suggested something I could never imagine I would. I remember his words when he confessed he had noticed my ass before, it was an eye-catching ass. That’s what I could çukurambar escort give him in exchange for more time and have him entertained while I got used to his dick. I took his hands that were on his hips and brought them all the way to my ass. I think Adam didn’t understand what I wanted at first but he let his hands be guided by mine. When I had his both hands holding my ass, I closed my hands over his and felt his strong hands having a good grip of my butt. Adam was bending over me, his abs again close to my head. I left his hands there and went back to my task. He didn’t let go of my ass, as I expected, but he didn’t only squeezed it, he started slapping them repeatedly as I tried to deepthroat his dick. It wasn’t easy to focus when I had his hands slapping me harder and harder. Eventually he went back to squeezing and I finally got his dick back in my throat. “I heard you’re learning how to take fingers in your ass, is that true?” Of course it was true, and obviously he knew that just as he knew everything else that happened that day. I wished I could say otherwise but there was no point in denying a fact so I just uttered a `U-hm’. “I wanna feel it” he offered me a finger. “Here, make this wet” He offered me a middle finger, he wanted the biggest one. I was panicking, I didn’t think about having Adam doing that to me, all I wanted was his hands on my ass. “Quick” he ordered. I let go of his cock hesitantly but ended up doing as he requested. His finger was dry and it tasted salty, contrasting to his already slimed dick. He drove my head back to the base of his dick with his left hand as his right one drove all the way down to my ass. His fingers touched my hole and I could feel my saliva wetting my skin. He pressed my hole and without further notice he inserted it all in a single thrust inside of me. I jumped as I didn’t expect him to be so fast, but he held me still, his dick still balls deep inside of my mouth. “Easy, easy” and I felt like one of his animals again. “Let me make your cunt loose so you can enjoy this better” Adam wasn’t impatient like Brian, so he took his time with just one finger in my ass. As he said, he did make this much better for me after a while. I think I was indeed getting loose. I moaned a little bit and he decided I was ready for more. He offered me his index finger to suck and I made sure I made it very wet for him. He didn’t wait to have two fingers now in my ass. I still felt the shock of the penetration but it wasn’t as bad as the first time. But the worse of it all, as I thought at that moment is that I liked that a lot. I’m not saying I just enjoyed the sensation, I fucking loved it. I think it’s hard to describe anal pleasure, mainly when it’s not necessarily related to the prostate. Also, this kind of pleasure is very personal and do vary from person to person. Before meeting Brian, I’d watched porn portraying anal sex with chicks, and I’ve read about it. There were forums where people (men and women) would talk about it, and I read all the comments. I was curious about it, not because I wanted someone penetrating me, but because I wanted to penetrate someone (a chick if you were to ask me). Anyway, I always felt like sex is about two or more people getting equally satisfied so I thought I had to learn about it the best I could before trying it, otherwise I’d be selfish with my partner. From 90% of the comments, this would hurt in the beginning, but then you’d get used to it and if you relaxed you could really enjoy. Men in general sounded more enthusiast than women, but a few would also say the same: the key is relaxing. On the other hand, I’ve seen a few people saying that they only felt pain and would never try this again, and a fewer saying this was the best sex they’ve ever tried and couldn’t have enough. These anal addicts didn’t feel the pain, they’d say that it was just as if their assholes were made for sex. I still remember that when I read that I thought it’d be like winning the lottery to find a chick who could feel like that so I could fuck her in the ass and the both of us would enjoy the sex in the same proportion (maybe she’d enjoy even more than me from what I read). I’ve talked about it with a couple of friends and, although inexperienced, they were adamant to say that I’d never find someone like that, it was internet bullshit. Time passed by and they never changed their mind, on the contrary, they said anal sex was only for porn actors. I lost my hope after all they said and never thought of it again. Well, I only thought that `anal pleasure is a lie only seen in porn’. It’s funny how life plays tricks on us. I read many other stories about anal sex, nothing serious just curiosity, and when I felt like no one in the world could feel pleasure without the pain, well, I did. And it wasn’t necessarily related to the prostate as I said, it was the friction in the anus, something going in and out, something that was part of my physiology. And when Adam was finger fucking me, I could feel it like I couldn’t have when I did that myself in the bathroom. Adam was really an expert and he knew exactly what to do as if he had a map of my body. However, I didn’t want to demonstrate that, I didn’t want him to think I was a slut with a horny plug in the butt. So I managed to suppress all my moans the best I could. I decided to be silent so I wouldn’t reveal myself. “As I told you” he said after a long period of silence, “I like it when sluts are more responsive. They moan, groan, talk dirty, but you’re too quiet” At this point, I didn’t understand what he wanted because how could I be talkative when I had a whole dick to swallow? Well, now I think it is possible to do that but, again, I was quite inexperienced. I was confused and Adam let go of my ass. “Let’s focus on your lips now coz your ass isn’t fun anymore. I mean, it’s not bringing me any pleasure” he stressed the `me’ because he wanted me to know I was the only one feeling something when he finger fucked me. I felt a bit disappointed at first but I was suddenly worried when I looked and saw Adam staring at me. He had his whole attention back to my face and I didn’t know what else to do to please him. He said he wanted me to be more talkative, but still, how could I when I had my mouth full? So I decided to ask him because if there was something he wanted from me, I’d like to know it. “How can I talk when I’m sucking you?” I asked quickly before swallowing his dick again. “Well, you can’t” he answered. “When my dick is in your mouth, you can’t” and he stressed the word `mouth’ now. He was definitely trying to tell me something but I wasn’t getting it. `Fuck!’ I thought, my eyes suddenly widely opened as I had something like a revelation. “Not this” I protested, pulling off his dick from my mouth. “Not what? I didn’t say anything” he said with that wicked grin upon his face. Indeed he didn’t say anything but he implied. He wanted me to be talkative and for that I couldn’t have his dick in my mouth. In my head, it meant he wanted me to use something else to please him while my mouth was free to talk. For some reason, I didn’t think about handjobs, I thought about me riding his cock. I was almost convinced I liked fingers down there and I’d probably even try that myself later, but a dick was completely different. “But I’ll tell you this” he continued, “if you couldn’t make me cum after all of this, you can be sure your throat won’t finish the job. Do you want to go on like this forever?” I couldn’t not even if I wanted it. My throat was sore already from all the times his dick fucked it time and time again. I felt I was running out of options, I had only one last thing to do. As a master, he could have been more assertive in his request, but he didn’t. He wanted me to ask, he wanted me to think about the possibility. “It’s gonna hurt” and with that I was giving in. I knew that maybe it wouldn’t hurt, maybe I’d like that more than him, but at that moment, knowing that I could really like it was scarier than thinking I’d hate it. I was horny, I wanted to cum and I was worried I wouldn’t be able to pretend and make him believe I didn’t want to be penetrated. I wasn’t gay, couldn’t be, or so I thought. “Yeah, everyone says that it does in the beginning but then it’s pure joy” he smiled. “I’m good at it, that I can tell. I bet you liked the way I used my fingers in you. I promise that my dick will make that even better” What Adam didn’t understand is that feeling good was exactly the reason of my fear. But then I realized that I should give it a try, I could fake it, it couldn’t be that good. I’ve heard for so many years that anal pleasure was a lie, I believed in that. I just had one condition, or better saying, one thing I did need to ask: “Please, don’t tell it to the guys” “Course not. And not because you’re asking, but b’coz I don’t wanna have other dicks up there. Well, at least till I’m done with you. But there’s one thing, I don’t like lies. We can omit the fact that you’re being fucked but I don’t want you to lie. If you’re asked about it you say the truth. Got it?” “What should I say?” I didn’t know what he meant by being asked. Why would they ask me anything? Besides, what could they ask me? “Well, if asked, you say the truth. You say you’re a bitch, slut, another dude’s slave, you love cum, you don’t like sucking dicks but you’re a good cocksucker and you take it in the ass” and as if almost forgetting something he added “oh, and then you say you’re straight” he giggled a little bit. “By the way, I don’t want you lying to anyone, so don’t be shy when saying that even to strangers. Ok? They’d think you’re joking anyway” The last part of his request made me laugh nervously because I was the one who thought he was joking. Wasn’t he? “Ok” he continued, “I’ll fuck you now. I won’t say anything to you coz I want this to be more like a surprise. For the both of us…” “D’you have condoms?” “I do, but I ain’t using it with you. You’re a virgin, right?” he asked but didn’t let me answer. He moved away to his room and was quickly back with a tube of lube in his hand. “I am, but you…” I wanted to say he had fucked half of the campus, women and men. “I’m clean. Just tested. I only go bare with virgins and I’m always aware of the sluts I fuck. But you’re right to ask. I wanna be the only one fucking you bare. Got it?” He should be kidding now. I didn’t want anyone else to fuck me, bare or not. “Cherry popping position is you on your back while I get my dick inside you while I watch your eyes. Move to the bed and put your legs on my shoulders” “What about doggie style? I always thought it was less painful…” I suggested. Well, I wasn’t exactly thinking about the pain. I just didn’t want him to watch my eyes. What if I liked that and he saw my reaction? “I like the way you thinking. You changed from asking not to be fucked to ask to be fucked like a dog. Well, I’ll make sure to fuck you from the back, but first let’s do as I say. On your back now” I slowly moved toward the bed. My dick would be hard if not for the cage, I just don’t know what was exciting me. Was it the situation, Adam, anal sex? I didn’t know. As soon as I got myself on the bed, Adam came to me, put my legs on his shoulders and got a lot of lube in my ass. I tried to see what he was doing, but I couldn’t. “Lots of lube to make it easier for you. I don’t need to worry about you since you’re my slave, right?” he asked me, maybe trying to make me regret the deal I made with him. “But I want you to like this so I’ll take it easy at first” I don’t know how much lube he spread over his shaft, but I bet it was a lot. Then I felt the tip of his dick touching my hole. Only that was already enough to make me shiver. He saw me and I closed my eyes. “I want your eyes open, you looking at me. If you close them again I’ll slap your face” How could I disobey him after that? I opened my eyes and stared at him. My fear was becoming much bigger now we were looking at each other. I wouldn’t be able to pretend anything. `What if I like this? What if…?’ That’s when it happened. His dick head slid into me and I didn’t feel the pain I thought I would. Well, I felt like invaded, but no urge to yell and beg him to take it out. I wanted this to hurt like hell, and I didn’t feel anything. The summary of the situation is that the more I needed to feel the pain, the more pleasure I had instead. As I felt him sliding his cock inside me, I knew straightaway that there was no way I’d be able to pretend it wasn’t good. My dick was twitching, throbbing and the fuck hadn’t even started. My eyes were closing, I couldn’t close my eyes but it wasn’t involuntary like when you feel something so good you close your eyes and smile to show your gratitude. That’s when the unthinkable happened. It was like I couldn’t hear or see anything anymore. The time stopped and I mumbled `fuck’. Streams of cum started flooding from my dick but that wasn’t a normal orgasm. It lasted longer, and when I reopened my eyes I was still curling the fingers of my feet, waiting for a new orgasm that I knew was coming. I think even Adam forgot about slapping my face because when I opened my eyes he was looking at my cum on my belly. “THIS…” he started in disbelief but incredibly excited, “I’ve never seen”. He sounded so happy that I could understand why he would take so long to cum. He’s had so much sex it was hard to have any new experience. It was a tedious routine and I was offering for the first time something new to him. My deepthroating was nothing compared to this. He slowly took his dick out of my hole just to shove it in again. I took a deep breath and moaned so loud I almost coughed. My hole was extremely sensitive. Everything there was making me hot, I just couldn’t say what exactly. Another back and forth move and I said a `fuck’ and Adam was smiling. “Seriously?” he asked out of the blue. “No pain at all? It doesn’t hurt?” “No… Fuck, it doesn’t” I couldn’t lie. He would see it straightaway. “Chad, you’re amazing. I can’t even say you’re a natural coz even natural bottoms have a hard time at first. I mean, this is incredible. I wanna fuck you so bad right now. Your balls will be dry after this” Adam started fucking me as if he meant it. He was fast and rough but I didn’t care. Actually I wanted more. A few minutes ago, he said I was too quiet but now I couldn’t shut up. I moaned like a bitch when I didn’t want to be called a bitch. I didn’t want to be a bitch but at that moment I was the bitchest of all. My dick was soft in its cage but I was coming again after a few minutes. “Fuck, d’you think you can cum again?” he asked, still fucking me hard. “I think… so… yeah… I will” I knew I would. I had another load of cum about to explode. “Dude, this is really amazing. I can’t hold myself. I’m coming… fuck” And he came. I saw it in his face, in the way he looked up and then closed his eyes tightly. It was a long orgasm. His dick throbbed inside of me, his body was shaking and he opened his eyes. “I wanna make a deal with you” he said. His dick still inside of me was driving me crazy, I think that’s why he left it there. “If you let me fuck you three more times this week, I swear I’ll make Brian take you out of this cage” “Ok” “Yeah?” “Yeah” He smiled again and got his dick out of me. I could feel his cum being dragged out of me along with his shaft. As he did that, I didn’t feel like I could cum again, but I was still in heaven even without coming for a third time. “You got cum coming out of your hole. Scoop it and eat it” I was still feeling numb from everything I had just felt, and couldn’t think properly about what he said so I just asked “why?” “Coz you like cum, right? C’mon, eat it while it’s still hot” I didn’t think about this being disgusting, well, later I’d consider that disgusting, but all I wanted was to obey Adam, so I did it. When I felt my hand was drenched in cum, I brought it to my mouth and sucked my fingers clean. “Now drink yours. Your body is full of cum. I bet it won’t taste as good as mine but if you like cum you must drink it all. You like cum, don’t you?” “Yeah” I started rubbing and scooping cum from my chest with my right hand while my left hand was still playing with my ass. One finger was almost sliding inside of my hole when Adam stopped me with his hand holding mine. “Hey, the only thing getting in there is my cock. Get it?” My right hand was now in my mouth. It’s funny to think about it but only when I tasted my cum I started thinking again. The effects my prolonged orgasm had over me were growing thinner and I suddenly realized I’ve done a lot, way more than I imagined I could. “Fuck” and I let go of my ass. “Please, don’t tell any of this to Brian” “I said I won’t” Adam said now dressing his bowers again. “And what about the pussies?” I couldn’t let this go. As I recovered from my orgasm I felt I had to prove my masculinity again. I still don’t know what was wrong with my head. I couldn’t see it didn’t really mattered anymore. “I’ll call them. Don’t worry coz I’m a man of my word. You’ll be tired of eating pussies. Trust me” and with that he left my room. I looked at my wet body and there was only one thing I could say: `fuck’ – – – – – – – – – End of part 22 Again, please send me e-mails with suggestions, support and even critics. I might take a while to answer (or not) but don’t let it demotivate you. Without your e-mails I wouldn’t feel like continue writing. As you might have noticed, English isn’t my first language, but I’ll do my best to keep writing and sharing my stories with you. I’ll keep posting this and new stories if I feel you guys are enjoying them. There’s nothing more rewarding than knowing that my stories are making other guys cum. So please do send me an e-mail if you want me to keep writing. From Australia to the world. I have also posted the following story at Nifty: /gay/college/ranchs-bitch/ (complete) /gay/college/from-straight-to-bitch-club (ongoing)

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