29 comments/ 221082 views/ 228 favorites The Gaymaker By: BothWorld "I caught Mark cheating on me again. That bastard!" "Wow...sorry sis. What are you going to do?" asked Frank. "I don't know. I need to teach him a lesson." "Why don't you just break up with him," Jerry wondered. "Oh I'm going to break up with him alright. But before I do...I'm going to get him back. This is the third time I've caught him." "What you need is the gay maker," Frank said. "Dude...that's pretty rash," Jerry said. "This guy is fucking it up for the rest. He's pissing off all the women and giving guys a bad name. Besides, this is my sister man. I can't let that son of a bitch fuck around on her and get away with it. It's better for us if he plays for the other team." Jenny wasn't sure what they were talking about, but they sure had her attention. "So why do they call him the gay maker?" she asked her brother. "This dude is a real freak of nature. They say he is hung like a horse, but it's his balls that are freakish. They are huge, really huge." Jerry chimed in, "The dude can't wear briefs. When your balls are so big you can't wear briefs...well shit...that's fucking big. They hold gallons of cum." "Yeah, no kidding. They say by the time a guy gets through swallowing all that gay cum he is a goner. They aren't sure if there's something in his cum or what, but they never get over it. It's all they think about after that. They become totally addict to cock. They got to have it. One night with this guy and he will be completely gay. That's why they call him the gay maker." "Yeah, no shit. You remember that guy...what was his name?" Jerry asked. "You mean Dan? Yeah, I remember. That guy used to play football in high school. He could get any chick he wanted. The gay maker makes him wear panties and calls him Danni now. I hear if you give him ten bucks he will let Danni suck your cock," Frank said shaking his head. "Yeah...I hear he's pretty good too," Jerry said looking the other way. He didn't want them to see his face. "Well...that's exactly what I'm looking for," Jenny said. "How do I get in touch with this gay maker?" The club was really hopping. The music was blaring and the dance floor filled with sweaty bodies working to the beat. Jenny was dressed to kill in a tight little mini skirt, fishnet stockings and high heeled booties. Her satin scoop necked blouse did nothing to hide the fact she was not wearing a bra. And to top it off, she had a bright red scarf tied seductively around her neck. She looked hot and she knew it. And so did everyone else in the place. No sooner had they got a table when she was up dancing. She didn't dance with Mark. Oh no. She made him sit at the table and watch. She went from one guy to the next. And she was driving them crazy too. She wanted Mark to pay. She had even spiked his first beer with Viagra. Not that the horny little bastard needed it, but tonight she wanted him horny as hell. Mark sat at their table sucking down one beer after another. He really fucked up this time and he knew it. Watching her dance with all those guys was hard to do. And she looked like she was really enjoying it too. The thing he couldn't understand was why it was making him so horny? He had been hard all night. Not just hard, but throbbing hard. He couldn't understand it. Jenny was on her way back to the table when a guy stepped up. "That is a really pretty scarf," he said. She looked him over. This was what she had been waiting for. "Hi. My name is Jenny. Would you like to dance with me?" The guy smiled and followed her back to the dance floor. She was all over him too. They were practically fucking each other on the dance floor. Mark sat there for as long as he could, but he just couldn't take it anymore. "Hey man, that's my girlfriend," he said tapping the guy on the shoulder. "Did you forget the deal Mark?" she yelled. "Go sit down!" "Hey...I don't want any trouble," the guy said. "There's no trouble...right Mark?" she said. "You fucked my best friend. So you better deal with this or you're gone. Go sit down." Mark gave her a beaten look and walked back to the table. Jenny had a huge smile on her face as she started dancing again. She had Mark right where she wanted him. "Don't worry about him. He's on probation and he knows it," she said as she danced up next to the guy. She was dying to feel his crotch. She had to know if what they said was true. She eased her hand down between them and grabbed his crotch. "Oh my god," she said startled. Her first instinct was to jerk her hand away, but then curiosity set in. She had never encountered anything like it before in her life. "That is some serious equipment you have there! It's a shame you aren't into girls. I'd let you fuck me with that thing anytime you want." Darrell just smiled. He had heard it all before. "So what do you think of my boyfriend?" she asked grinding her crotch against his. "He's cute," Darrell said. Of course he didn't care what he looked like. The thing he liked the most was that he was straight. There was nothing he enjoyed more than turning straight guys into ball licking, cock sucking cum sluts. That's what got him off. "I want you to fuck him...and fuck him good," she said looking him in the eye. "No problem," Darrell smiled. "Good. Let's go." She grabbed his hand and headed for their table. She scooted into the booth and Darrell followed her in. "This is Darrell," she said to Mark. Mark gave him a nod, but didn't say anything. Jenny was pleased. He didn't have to like it, but he did have to do it. "What are you drinking Darrell?" "Crown and water." "Why don't you get us fresh drinks?" Jenny said to Mark. He gave her a look, but then scooted out the other side and headed to the bar. By the time he returned Jenny was seriously kissing Darrell. Mark could easily see that she was giving him tongue and everything. What he couldn't see was Jenny's hand on Darrell's massive cock underneath the table. Everything the boys told her was true. She just hoped the rest of it was too. Jenny was so hot thinking about what was about to happen she couldn't wait. She drank her drink in two gulps, "OK, let's go." She and Mark got in her car and followed Darrell to his place. No sooner had they walked into Darrell's place when Jenny pulled Darrell to her and started kissing him. Mark had no choice but to stand there and watch. She broke away from the kiss and turned to Mark. "Have you ever kissed a boy?" she asked searching his face. "No, of course you haven't. Well you are going to kiss this one. Pucker up." Mark's face filled with shock. He hadn't agreed to do that! He felt Jenny's hand push him towards Darrell. "Gone on...kiss him. And I want to see some tongue," she said pushing her advantage. Mark felt her hand behind his head guiding him in. He suddenly found himself kissing this guy. He tried not to think about it, tried to put it out of his mind. But then he felt the guy slip his tongue past his lips. What could he do? "That's what I like to see," Jenny whispered into his ear. It wasn't so bad after a minute or two. The truth be known Mark couldn't really tell the difference by then. It was Darrell that broke the kiss. Mark just kind of stood their stunned. "OK, drop them," Jenny said. Mark's face turned completely red. He dreaded this moment. He glanced at Jenny hoping for a reprieve. There would be none tonight. He undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. Darrell's eyes went straight to the pink panties Mark was wearing. Now that was a surprise. She was really putting him through the paces. He knew that Mark hated this. Or did he? The poor guy was hard as hell. That must have been twice as embarrassing. "Pretty cute don't you think," Jenny smiled at Darrell. Then she turned to Mark, ran her finger along his prominent bulge. "Why honey...I had no idea you liked panties so much." Mark just grimaced. There was nothing he could say. His cock had been throbbing all night. He prayed it wasn't from the satin panties he was wearing. "On your knees," Jenny said with her hands on her hips. Mark took a deep breath and dropped to his knees. And for the first time that evening made eye contact with Darrell's crotch. Of course the light wasn't too good and he certainly didn't have a lot of experience looking at other guys crotches, but it sure seemed like his pants bulged more than he would have expected. They certainly bulged more than his. "Hands behind your back," Jenny ordered. She didn't want Mark feeling Darrell's massive cock afraid that he would back out. She would undo his pants, if she could, and expose just the tip. Mark owed her a blowjob. That was their agreement. If he did that, and swallowed, then she would forgive him. Anything less and it was over between them. She threw in the panties just because she could. She reached for Darrell's zipper. It was no easy task getting that zipper down over that massive bulge. She reached in for Darrell's cock, but quickly realized it was way too big to get through that zipper. She smiled up at Darrell gaining an appreciation for what it must be to have such a big dick, but he was looking at Mark. Yes, that was what he was interested in. He wanted Mark. He wanted Mark's lips around his cock. He wanted to watch Mark drink his load. He wanted Mark for himself. And she was going to deliver him on a silver platter. She unbuckled Darrell's belt and pants and eased the tip of his cock out through the top of his boxers. Darrell was already oozing. She aimed his cock at Mark and said, "Lick that off." Mark looked at the juice oozing from Darrell's cock. He hesitated. Could he really do this? "You better lick that off or we are done. YOU got that. Done." Mark found himself doing the unthinkable. He leaned forward and ran his tongue right up Darrell's slit gaining a big dollop of cum on the end of his tongue. There was little he could do after that but swallow. He couldn't believe he tasted another man's cum. He was expecting it to be much worse. He hoped like hell no one noticed his cock jerked with excitement in his panties. That would be too much to bare. "Now that wasn't so hard now was it?" Jenny asked. "No...not for a sex fiend like you. All in a days work, right?" She rubbed Darrell's cock slowly across Mark's lips. She looked down at his panties. They were literally throbbing back and forth. "My, my...looky there. The lady killer like's cock." Jenny glanced up at Darrell who was smiling down at them. "Well that's good because you owe me a blowjob...and you better swallow!" Jenny pinched Mark's lips open and forced his head down on Darrell's cock. "Now that's more like it..." Knowing it was coming didn't make it any easier. Mark fought the gag reflex. He couldn't believe he had a mouthful of cock! "Use your tongue," Jenny said holding his jaw in place. She looked up at Darrell, "Is he using his tongue?" "Oh yeah...he sure is," Darrell smiled. Jenny could feel her soaked panties. Mark was sucking cock! She leaned in next to his ear. "Sucking cock is not so bad...is it?" she asked before flicking her tongue across his ear. Mark's brain was a blur of confusion. He was running his tongue over the tip of Darrell's cock, tasting him, feeling that warm flesh against his tongue. He should have hated this. He was still trying to get over that he had a cock in his mouth. But he didn't hate it. He just couldn't understand that. His own cock was hard as it had ever been. It throbbed with a life of its own, jerking against the tight satin that barely held it. He was so horny he could hardly see straight. He couldn't understand it, but he couldn't deny it either. He came back to his senses, focused on the task at hand. The best thing he could do was get this over as quickly as possible. She didn't say how long it had to last. He would suck this guy hard and fast, swallow his cum and get the hell out of there. Yes, that was the best thing he could do. He pushed down on that cock taking only an inch or so into his mouth before pulling back all the way to the tip. As soon as he felt the mushroom shaped tip against his lips he reversed direction and went back down. He repeated that move over and over again as fast as he could. Jenny had her hand on the back of his head so he couldn't back out. Her other hand was holding Darrell's cock to his lips. She was right there watching Mark suck his first cock, which until now, she thought impossible. Mark pumped that thing back and forth as fast as he could for a good three minutes. He became worried as Darrell didn't seem fazed at all by what he was doing. He didn't moan, he didn't move, nothing. He could feel Darrell's eyes beating down on him watching as were Jenny. He should be moaning by now. He would have been. Darrell's cock was steadily leaking in his mouth. The taste of his cum was everywhere. He wondered if he leaked like that when people sucked him. This was going to take longer than he had hoped. Something started to happen during the next three minutes. Not to Darrell, but to him. He couldn't stop thinking about that firm, warm flesh between his lips. It kept see-sawing back and forth, pushing all the way to the back of his mouth and out again. His cock was so thick it stretched his jaw wide open. He could taste the slow trickle of that salty snack slipping down his throat. He knew it was another man's seed. He should have been repulsed by the idea. Why wasn't he repulsed? Another man's seed was filling his stomach. He was so damn horny. How could he be so horny from sucking cock? His poor cock was jerking against that damn satin. And each time sent a thrill straight through him. He should never have agreed to wear those panties. Jenny clearly saw a change in Mark's attitude. He was no longer going after it in a mechanical fashion. Before he looked like some sort of robot going up and down exactly the same each time. It was cold, detached, mechanical. Now he was going slower. When he went down, he stayed down for a beat or two before coming back up. And when he came up he held the tip between his lips and she just knew he was working that slit with his tongue. She looked down at his panties and found his cock hard as ever. Those panties were a master stroke. She hoped Darrell would make him wear them all the time. It was so hot watching Mark suck that cock. Her panties were literally soaked. He was really getting into it now. It looked to her that he was turning gay right before her eyes. The lady killer was being whipped by a big hard cock. She made a mental note to buy some gay porn. But then it dawned on her that she could have some of this for free. She grabbed one of Mark's hands and wrapped it around Darrell's cock. She thought she heard a little grunt escape Mark's lips. His other hand just naturally came up and wrapped around the other side. She stepped back and watched as Mark sank deeper into his big dick fantasy. He no longer needed her encouragement. No, he was slobbering all over that man flesh with a devotion she didn't think possible. She reached for her cell phone and snapped a few souvenirs. She made sure to get a few of Mark's pink panties tented by his raging erection. Then she saw the wet spot. Those panties were sporting a huge wet spot around the tip of his dick. She would see to it that Linda got a copy of these. She didn't blame her best friend for going to bed with her boyfriend. Not really. But just the same she wondered what Linda would think seeing Mark sucking a big cock wearing cute little panties? She put the cell phone down and walked behind Darrell. She grabbed the top of his pants and yanked them down. Then she grabbed his boxers and pulled them down too giving Mark complete access to his new toy. She moved back around so she could watch the action. Mark was running his lips up and down Darrell's shaft with slavish devotion. He would work the tip with his tongue and then drag his lips down the other side. Jenny watched thinking her brother had been right on the money. You didn't suck cock like that unless you were really into it. There was no question about that. Jenny picked up her cell phone again. "Kiss it Mark. I want to see you kiss it." Her words broke Mark out of his little trance. He pulled off Darrell's cock and glanced over at her. She was leaning against the couch; her mini skirt was hiked up. Was that her cell phone? He didn't care. With the greatest of ease he moved his lips to the tip of Darrell's cock planting a sweet little kiss. Of course Darrell was leaking so he just naturally dipped his tongue into that slit and sucked it off. That taste was so addictive. "You like that cock don't you?" Darrell teased as Jenny snapped one picture after another. "I know you do...you can't fool me. Kiss it again." Mark kissed it again. Then he sucked in the tip and drooled all over it. It wasn't really a kiss so much as total surrender. He was completely fascinated by that firm warm flesh between his lips. He couldn't explain. He was scared to think about it. He just wanted to feel it between his lips. "That's it...just like that," Darrell said very pleased. He knew then Mark would be sucking cock for the rest of his life. He toyed with the idea of making him wear stockings before fucking him silly. That would be a nice touch. He could see that Mark liked the panties. He would love stockings. "Lick his balls," Jenny said from the couch. She wanted to see just how far he would go. Mark opened his eyes as he pulled Darrell's cock to one side. That's when he saw them. "Holy fucking shit!" he said blinking his eyes. "Are you fucking kidding me?" "Looks like you hit the jackpot honey," Jenny smiled. He moved his hand down and touched them tentatively thinking they couldn't possibly be real. This had to be some sort of trick. His sack was warm and very real. His balls were fucking huge. They had to be the size of plums. They were literally three, four maybe five times bigger than normal. "I don't fucking believe this!" he said massaging them gently. They belonged more to a bull than a man. Darrell grabbed his cock from Mark, held it out of the way. "Lick them." Mark eased his hands forward and cradled the huge orbs in the palms of his hands. He couldn't get over how big they were. He held them up to his lips and rolled his tongue over one. "That's it...now the other one," Darrell said. Mark easily moved to the other and explored it with his tongue. They were so huge. He felt like he was licking a bowling ball. He didn't know what had gotten into him. He was simply fascinated by their shape, their size. "Look Jenny," Darrell smiled. "Your boyfriend is licking my balls. He won't admit it...but he is dying to have what's inside them." Darrell smiled. He could see that Mark was well on his way to being his. Just another straight boy to do with as he pleased. Jenny snapped pictures with one hand as she played with her clit using the other. Mark was slobbering all over Darrell's huge balls with complete devotion. He must be gay she thought. Even she didn't lick a guys balls. "You want what's in them...don't you Mark? I know you do. You can almost taste it...can't you? You are a natural cocksucker Mark. And there is not a cocksucker alive who doesn't want to feel that cock explode in his mouth...to receive his just rewards." Mark moaned as he tried to gently suck Darrell's ball into his mouth. He agreed, he wanted to feel that cock explode in his mouth. He had been drinking his cum all night. Now he wanted the rest of it. "Well I'm going to give you just what you want. Put your new lover between your lips Mark. Show me what you can do. Then I'm going to give you what you have been waiting for." The Gaymaker Ch. 02 "I hope there are no hard feelings," Linda went on for the twentieth time. They were sitting in a booth at El Taco having lunch. It had been three weeks since Jenny learned about her ex-boyfriend Mark and Linda. It wasn't the first time Jenny caught Mark cheating on her. She was surprised that Linda fell for his bullshit. "He said you guys had broken up," Linda said trying to pin everything on Mark. He had been a good fuck, but that was no reason to loose Jenny as a friend. Jenny smiled. "Yeah we broke up," she said leaving out the when. "Normally I wouldn't do this...but since you guys might be seeing each other...I thought you should know," Jenny said reaching for her cell phone. She opened it to My Pictures and handed it to Linda. Linda stared at the first picture. It was Mark, on his knees, kissing the head of a huge cock. And he was wearing pink panties! "Oh...my...god," she said zeroing in on the bulge in Mark's panties. She flipped through the rest of the pictures quickly. Having seen them all, she flipped through them again much slower. She was particularly upset by the one where the guy was shooting his load into Mark's mouth. Cum was dripping from the corners of his mouth. "Just thought you should know..." Jenny smiled. * * * * Darrell pulled into the parking lot. It was not what I was expecting. "This place looks a little rough, Darrell. Are you sure we will be ok in there?" "Now Mark, I come here all the time. Nobody will mess with you." But suddenly I'm not so sure. He gets out and comes around and opens my door. Why did he do that? I can open my door just fine, thank you very much. Still sitting in the car, I am eye level with his crotch. I can't help but notice how obvious his bulge is outlined in his tight leather pants. Doesn't he know that everyone can see it? "Let's go Mark," he says taking my arm and leading me towards the door. It feels creepy to have him holding my arm, especially going into a club. I didn't know what to say so I just went with it, but I didn't like it. The men around the door looked like bikers, serious bikers. They stopped talking as we approached. "Hey Darrell, who's your friend?" "Jealous Pete?" Darrell replies as we step inside the door. I wonder what that was about as we step inside. It's dark and smoky; a band is playing in the back. Darrell leads us to two empty barstools and we sit down. He turns towards the bartender and orders us drinks. I look around the club. All I see are men. Then my eyes start to adjust to the low light. I see two men sitting at a booth against the wall. As my eyes focus, I see a younger guy underneath their table, on the floor. That's strange, I think. Why is he on the floor underneath that table? Then my eyes focus a little better and I realize he is sucking the guy's cock! And I mean right there where everyone can see! Holy Shit!! I realize it's a gay bar. I had no idea! I feel my stomach sinking. Suddenly I'm scared. I thought we were just going to talk about the other night. The bartender brings us drinks. Mine is a daiquiri with a penis straw sticking out of it. I instantly freak out! "Darrell, I'm sorry if I gave you the impression I was gay. I'm not. I'm straight as can be," I tell him. Then I quickly follow up, "You know... the other night...that was all Jenny's idea. She was just getting back at..." "No Mark, I know you are straight," he says, "That is what attracted me to you." What? His words don't make any sense. He's attracted to me? How can he be attracted to me if he knows I'm straight? Then it dawns on me. From his perspective we are on a date! Jesus Christ! "I'm sorry Darrell, but I would really like to go. Can we go now, please?" I plead. "We aren't going anywhere. Just take a pull off that drink, relax." I can tell from his tone that he has no intension of leaving. He couldn't care less that I am all freaked out. My god what have I gotten into? My mind starts to race. We are in his car. OK, I will walk. But I'm not even sure where we are or how to get home. Shit! I pick up the drink, push the straw to one side and take a pull. It is strong and the alcohol feels really good going down. "Use the straw," he commands. His tone is authoritative. "I don't want to use the straw," I said rebelliously. "Why did you bring me here?" I ask trying to calm down. "You said you wanted to talk. Well, this is where I talk," he said with a crooked smile. "I assume it's about the other night when you sucked my cock." "I told you I'm not gay!" I see a few of the men near us looking at me. They look really rough. Maybe I said that a little too loud. I can see the way they are looking at me and it's not good. "This is a pretty rough place, Mark. I would be careful how you act...and what you say," he says calmly. He causally takes a sip from his drink. Of course his drink is a scotch with a regular straw. "You will be ok as long as everyone thinks you are with me. But if they think you are up for grabs...well that would be another thing entirely." Holy shit! Suddenly I get his drift. I feel my heart beating. I look over my shoulder. The place is filled with guys who could easily rip me apart and look like they wouldn't think twice about doing so. I pick up my drink to take a sip. I look at the straw. It is a pink penis with an exaggerated mushroom shaped head with two balls underneath. Although I don't want too, I slip my lips around it and take a strong pull. The booze shoots through the slit and feels good going down. I noticed only three other guys in the bar have a penis straw like mine. They are so obviously feminine compared to everyone else in the bar they stick out like a sore thumb. One is sitting in the guy's lap for Christ sake. Great! So I am obviously Darrell's date. He expects me to play the feminine role I suppose, that's why I have the penis straw. Considering the alternative, I just have to accept it. I slip my lips around the bulbous head and drain my drink. It feels obscene having the booze jetting out of the slit, but I am thankful for the alcohol. It's the only thing keeping me remotely calm. My head is spinning. I don't know how I got myself into this or how I'm going to get myself out. I was scared, really scared. I hear a loud grunt from behind me and instinctively turn around. The old guy in the booth is pumping his load into the young guy's mouth. I have never seen anything like it before in my life. The young guy is so into it. He drinks that load as if his life depended on it. Suddenly I wonder if his life did depend on it. The young guy drains him dry, licks every inch of his cock clean and gently pushed it back into his pants. Then the young guy turns in the other direction and reaches for the other guy's zipper. He pulls it down and pulls out a big fat cock. I watch as he lowers his mouth and starts sucking. No one in the bar bats an eyelash. I turn back towards the bar. The young guy is obviously into cock. And I guess if you are into cock, this was the place to be. I grab my glass for a sip. I don't even think about the penis straw between my lips as I suck it dry. Darrell smiles and orders me another. "Look...I just wanted to talk about the other night," I tell him trying to control my anger. "I'm not gay." My drink shows up and I slip the penis between my lips and take a pull. I can't help but think about the young guy under the table. He probably started out the same way...sucking penis straws. Darrell looks at me. "Maybe not. But you better start acting like it until we leave. You have no idea how much they like straight boys in here. And they won't be nice like me." I look at him. Oh my god, what did I get into? Why didn't I see this? I look around the bar. The men in the bar are hard men, that much is clear. And the way they are looking at me! Shit! I find myself having to act 'gay'. But then I realize I have no idea how to do that. I decide to pay more attention to my three role models. I glance over at the guy in the pink tee-shirt and watch him for a minute. He acts just like a girl would. He is wearing a pair of short, shorts and he is sticking his ass out. I guess if you wanted someone to fuck you in the ass, you stick it out like he was. There wasn't a straight guy on the planet that would stand like that. "I need another drink," I say defeated. "Smart thinking Mark," he said getting another round of drinks. "Follow me," he says as he gets up. I follow him into the bathroom. "Take off your jeans." "What? Are you fucking crazy?" I protest. "You better start looking the part or there will be trouble. You don't want trouble, do you? I know I don't." My god I start thinking about what that might mean. There is no way I would make it in a fight with any of these guys. I look around and see that we are alone. I unzip my jeans and take them off. He takes them from me and rips the legs off turning them instantly into shorts. He looks down at my white briefs. "Take those off." I don't question him. I pull my underwear off and give them to him. I feel so exposed. He instantly throws them into the trash. I am standing there in nothing more then my boots and tee shirt. I am scared to death. He looks down at my shriveled up cock and smiles. "Are you scared?" he asks. "Hell yes I'm scared." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a blue pill. "Here, take this. It will help you relax." I swallow it. He steps up to me and grabs my tee shirt. He rips it just below my nipples exposing my stomach. "That's more like it. Now, jack off," he orders. "Are you fucking crazy? I'm not going to jack off," I say sternly. "You want me to do it? That cock of yours better be hard when we leave here. It shows them that you are interested in me. If they don't think you are interested in me, they will try to make you interested in them." I reach down and start playing with my cock. God, I fell right into his hands. What a fool I was. Thankfully I start getting hard. I'll admit there was something strangely erotic about leaning against that counter, basically naked and stroking my cock right out in the open. I had certainly never done anything like that before. "Not bad... not bad at all," he says looking down at my erection. I see the hunger in his eyes. I realize he has probably been thinking about my cock all night and I was just too stupid to see. I glance at his bulge only to find it bigger than ever. His cock is so fucking big. There is no question about it; he is horny from watching me play with my cock. 'Well get a good look at it asshole' I think to myself, because that is as close to it as you will ever get. "Just remember in here, I'm the top, you're the bottom. Do what I say and everything will be OK. Got it?" he says. What's with these terms? Top? Bottom? Christ, I can only imagine. Darrell takes my stiff cock in his hand. I jerk from his touch. I'm not used to being touched by a guy. I watch as he strokes it a few times. He pulls a black leather cuff from his pocket. He squeezes my balls together and wraps the cuff around them. I notice the middle of the cuff has 'Darrell' written on it. Great! If he thinks he is getting away with that he has another thing coming. But I am in no position to argue so I let it go. He strokes my cock again and I realize what a huge difference the cuff makes. My balls are held so tight that the slightest movement is highly amplified. He notices the look on my face and smiles. "Put these on," he says pulling a pair of panties from his pocket. They are pink and covered in ruffles. I was just getting ready to tell him to go fuck himself when I see this guy walk in. He looked like a mass murdered. His eyes fix on my hard cock and grins. Holy shit! I take the panties from Darrell, "Why thank you big daddy. I just love them!" I pull them up my legs and stuff my hard cock into them. With the cuff and my erection, the panties are stretched to the max and look perfectly obscene. Darrell runs his hand over my erection. The silk teases me, causes my cock to jerk with excitement. "I thought you would like that honey." I cringe. But it works. The guy blows us off, steps over to the urinal and starts to piss. Darrell hands me my jeans and I slip them on. He has ripped them so short that my panties are clearly visible from any direction. I feel like I am completely on display. "Much better," he says with a crooked grin. I turn to look in the mirror before we leave. I can't believe how gay I look. My shorts are so short you can see my panties from any angle and my tee shirt looks like some girl's crop top. My stomach is showing and my black boots look so strange with my short shorts. My face is flush. My tongue feels so thick and dry. My cock is painfully erect inside my panties and rubbing against the cool silk. I see the guy from before making his way towards the door. Darrell sees him too and grabs my hips and pulls them back against his crotch. That knocks me off balance and I shoot my hands out to grab the counter to break my fall. Darrell takes the opportunity to thrust his crotch up against my ass. "Daddy's going to fuck you good tonight," he says eliciting a smile from the guy. I watch in the mirror as he walks out, but the only thing on my mind is that huge cock thrusting against my ass. My eyes turn to Darrell's reflection. He is holding my hips just where he wants me. I see the look on his face. I feel his cock against my ass. Our eyes meet. He reaches around and squeezes my cock through my shorts. I am so fucking hard I can't believe it. He squeezes again and it actually feels good. The cuff makes everything so pronounced. I can't believe how good it feels. Darrell straightens up, holds out his hand. I just look at it. I know I have to do it. That hand it is the only thing keeping me from being devoured by all those other guys. And the way I look now is practically begging them for trouble. I take his hand and we walk out. I feel a hundred hungry eyes on me as we make our way to the bar. I hear a couple of men compliment Darrell on his new boy and flinch. I know they can see the pink ruffles hanging out the back of my shorts. We walk to the bar stools. Darrell slides onto his stool and I start to slide onto mine, but he stops me. He tugs on my hand and says, "No sweet boy...you stand over here with me." He spreads his legs and I can see his huge cock perfectly outlined in his leather pants. He is so fucking hard. I'm sure I am fulfilling some gay boy fantasy for him. He pulls me toward him until I am securely between his legs. He takes my hand and puts it right on his cock. Flashbacks from the other night fill my brain. I can't believe what I did. I can feel my face grow flush. Under his breath he says, "Give it a squeeze. And make it look good." I realize others are watching. I give his cock a good squeeze amazed at how hard it is. I am dumbfounded by how big it feels in my hand. How in the world did I get this thing in my mouth? I work my hand down its length before I realize what I'm doing. Suddenly it hits me. I am playing with another guy's cock right here in a fucking bar! What the hell is happening to me? I instantly pull my hand away. I reach for my drink. Darrell whispers to me "Leave your hand on my cock." I see the other guys are still watching. I put my hand back on his cock. I am struck by how much easier it is this time. I reach for my drink and suck the booze through the penis straw. My mouth is so dry the booze tastes great. My head is spinning and I wonder if I am already drunk. Then I remember the pill Darrell gave me to relax. Thank god for that pill. My fingers roam along the tight leather covering Darrell's massive cock. I remember how it felt in my mouth. I can't help but feel my cock twitch and throb in my panties. The cuff wrapped around my balls makes them hyper sensitive. I feel a draft going up my legs. I know everyone is staring at the ruffles. If they could only see how hard my cock was. I feel so fucking horny I can't believe it. My fingers reach his balls. Never in my life had I seen balls so big. I traced around them thinking it must be painful having them squeezed inside that leather. I think about the tight leather around his cock and the cool silk around mine. I have the sudden urge to rub mine against his. Without really thinking, I pull my hand away, turn toward him and mash my cock straight up against his. "Oh my God!" I can't believe I actually did it. The feel of his cock against mine makes my cock throb like never before. "Feels good...doesn't it," Darrell says as he pushes my hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ear. "I'm so horny...why am I so fucking horny?" I say out loud. His cock is so much bigger than mine. The feel of his leather pants. Then I realize that I have been humping my cock against his and immediately stop. I turn back towards my drink and sip through the penis. I can only imagine how much Darrell likes seeing my lips wrapped around the penis straw. I must be his wet dream come true. I catch him watching me from the corner of my eye. I don't know what comes over me, but I decide to play with him. I let the penis slip from my lips and then run my tongue up the shaft playing the part of his little gay boy. But it backfires on me. Images of his cock fill my head. I picture him standing over me, thrusting that giant into my mouth. My cock throbs and jerks in my panties. Why am I thinking about his dick? Shit, I'm so horny. I can see that Darrell likes what I am doing. It gives me a rush. I look in the other direction and see the men at the end of the bar watching too. I know I am making them all horny as hell. Suddenly the idea appeals to me. I can't believe how hard my cock is. It has never been so hard before in my life. It's all I can do not to reach down and start jacking off. I bet those guys would love that! For just a moment I think about going back to the bathroom and offering myself to the first guy who will jack me off. Then I realize that I have been rubbing my cock against Darrell's again. But it feels good so I continue. The bartender brings another drink. Just as he is taking away my old one, I reach for the straw and plunk it down in my new one. Now I have two penises staring up at me. I look at Darrell and find him smiling. He likes it when I tease him. So I decide to tease him some more. I run my tongue around both of them. I wonder if it is making him horny. It's certainly making me horny. The cuff around my balls is incredible. I can't seem to keep my cock from twitching. It is literally throbbing in my panties. I have been humping his cock the entire time, but it feels so good I can't stop. I can tell the men at the end of the bar have been watching my ass as I humped Darrell's cock. I don't know why, but that makes me horny too. They are just dying to fuck my ass. Eat your hearts out, I think, tilting my ass up. I feel like a piece of candy the way I'm dressed, the way they look at me. I can't understand why my cock is so hard. I start thinking about their cocks. I think about Darrell's cock. I slip my hand back down to his lap and squeeze it. I love that it is mine to play with; I can do anything I want with it. Darrell loves it. It's so fucking big. God I love the way it feels in my hand. What has happened to me? I run my hand all over it and it just makes me horny. I can't believe I'm feeling him up, but it feels so good. My cock throbs uncontrollably. I want to feel his cock in my mouth. I want to run my tongue all over it. I think about the image in the mirror. Suddenly I realize I want him to fuck me too. I want him to grab my hips, fuck me silly. The Gaymaker Ch. 02 I can't believe the things I'm thinking. I feel my face flush. I turn to him, "I guess you are going to want me to suck your cock," I say and immediately start giggling. I can't believe I said that. Just saying it out loud is so ridiculous. I giggle some more. I reach down and trace his cock with my fingers. I can almost feel it between my lips. I am spinning out of control and don't care one bit. "Yes, you are going to suck my cock. And you are going to love it just like you did the other night," he says. That image goes through my brain, his big fucking cock seesawing between my lips. My cock throbs again. I bend down and slip my lips around both penis straws and take a sip. The band starts playing a good song, one with a heavy beat. I feel like dancing. I never feel like dancing. I start swinging my ass in time with the beat. I think of Mary Jo back in Kansas. I know my ass is hanging out and everyone can see, but I don't care. I'm sure I am driving all these old men crazy, but it feels good. I start tonguing on one of my penis straws playing it up to the hilt. Suddenly Darrell grabs my hips, pulls me into his crotch. I feel that huge fucking thing pressed up against my ass. It drives me insane. I try to imagine what it would feel like having that thing inside me. Probably split me in two, but I don't care. I want it. I start rubbing my ass against his cock knowing I am enticing him, driving him wild. It's driving me wild too. "I guess you want to fuck me, too," I giggle. I am dying to feel his cock in me. I have never had anything in my ass before. I want him to fuck me so bad. I can't believe I am thinking these things. "You will love that even more," he says as he reaches around, eases his fingers just inside my tee shirt. He runs his finger over my hard nipple causing my eyes to flutter. "Oh god," I mumble. My cock jerks and leaps with a life of its own. I see the guys at the end of the bar staring at us. They watch as Darrell has his way with me. I feel Darrell's cock against my ass. I can already feel it inside me. I want it so bad. Something snaps. I can't wait any longer. I reach for his zipper and pull it down right there at the bar. It's almost like someone else is doing it. I reach in and feel that massive cock. What a fucking rush! It is so warm and hard. I think of the boy under the table as I pull it out. I grab it with both hands, end to end, and there is still more sticking out! It's calling out to me. I bend down and run my tongue softly over the head. I love the way if feels against my tongue. Is this what little gay boys do? Do they just throw themselves at his big dick? My mind was a blur with conflicting thoughts. One side was screaming for me to come to my senses, to get this cock out of my mouth. The other side told me to lick it, taste it, get as much as I can. I dart my tongue up his slit and get a big dollop of pre-cum oozing out the end. My face heats up as I swallow it down. I realize this is exactly what gay boys do. They lick big juicy cocks. I take another lick. I want more. I grab it at the base, stretch my mouth as wide as it will go and slip my lips over the head. I get just past the head and that's it. I hear Darrell moan. I love the feel of his cock in my mouth. It's so wicked, so erotic. I ran my tongue all over the head, tasting, feeling. I try to take more cock in my mouth, but only get a little. I pull back, open wider, and try again. This time I am able to get another inch or two. Now my mouth is completely filled with cock and it feels so decadent. "You love that cock don't you?" I hear as I am slobbering all over it. I heard his words. I wanted to disagree. I wanted to disagree in the strongest terms. But I couldn't because I was slobbering all over his cock and didn't want to stop. Darrell moaned a deep, satisfying moan. I was making his little gay boy dream come true. Had I become his little gay boy? I can't think straight. I can't think at all. I run my lips up and down his shaft. I love the way his warm, smooth flesh feels against my lips. I am so addicted to his cock. I feel a pair of hands on my hips. Then I feel a finger sneak inside my panties and sink all the way into my ass. I moan around Darrell's cock. It feels so fucking good. I start swishing my ass around on that finger and that feels even better. I feel like such a whore. Then I realize I love feeling like a whore! Then I hear Darrell's voice, "Oh yeah...I'm almost there..." I have him so fucking hard. Yeah, I think to myself, I own this thing. I bend down and take a nice slow lick of those huge balls of his. Then I lick the shaft all the way to the end. What a magnificent specimen. "You're hooked on that big dick." Then I feel Darrell's hands grab hunks of my hair holding my head still. "Well, here comes the best part!" He jams his hips forward and let's out a loud moan. He floods my mouth with sperm. There is so much force, so much volume that it literally gushes down my throat. It comes out in long warm streams. It's thick and salty. My brain is on fire. I know Darrell is feeling superior emptying his balls down my throat, getting his little gay boy to drink his cum. But I am feeling superior because I am the one who made him cum so fucking hard. Finally I feel his hands releasing my hair. He must have pumped a gallon of cum in me. He pulls his cock free and rings the last few drops into my open mouth using his hand. I can't resist running my tongue over the slit finishing the job. I can't believe how good his cum tastes. Maybe I am hooked. "Hey Darrell, you got a live one here," the voice says coming from behind my ass. "Read the cuff, boys. This one is all mine," Darrell says. "Come on, it's time I show you what a big cock is all about." He takes my hand and wraps it around his cock, "Don't let go of that," and starts walking towards the bathroom. We get into the bathroom and he opens a stall door and pushes me inside. He yanks my shorts down and then my panties. My hard cock flops in his face. "You see that? You got that from sucking cock and drinking cum. Just remember that. That makes you gay. You might try to fool yourself, but you can't fool me. You're hooked on dick." He takes my cock in one hand, my balls in the other. He leans down and runs his tongue along my balls. "Oh my god!" I sing out. His tongue feels so good. I have never had anyone do that to my balls. Even though he is holding it with his hand, my dick twitches and pulses with a life of its own. "Such a pretty little cock," he says just before he opens his mouth and takes every last inch straight down his throat. It was incredible. I thought I was going out of my mind. My cock had been sucked hundreds of time, but never like that. Shit! I looked down and watched my entire cock disappear between his lips on each pass. He was a master cocksucker. He pulled my cock free, held it firmly in his hand and looked up at me. "You loved sucking my dick...didn't you?" He waited until I answered. I didn't know what it all meant. I was so confused. But sucking his cock was the hottest thing I had ever done. I didn't want to think about what that meant. But it was true, what else could I say? I just gave in. "Yes YES!" He took my cock back in his mouth and sucked. I was slipping out of control. I wanted to cum so bad. It all felt so good. He pulled it from his mouth, "You want me to fuck you...don't you?" I look down at him. "YES," I scream. He licks my cock one last time and says, "And what did I tell you about that?" His words from earlier ring in my ears, "I will love that the most..." He looks at me and smiles, "That's right. You will. Turn around." I turn around before I talk myself out of it. He pulls me down on his lap. I feel him reach underneath me, take his cock and rub it between my ass cheeks. I can't imagine what it will feel like, can't imagine it will fit, but I can't think of anything else. In one swift move, I feel his entire cock goes straight up my ass! My brain lights on fire. All I can think about is that huge cock inside of me. "Take a deep breath," he whispers. "Just relax..." I am frozen on his cock. I take a few deep breathes and feel my panic starting to subside. I can't believe I have this huge cock inside me, filling me up. My breathing gets under control, I start to relax. Suddenly I am swept with the most powerful emotions. He has completely dominated me; I am utterly submissive to his will. I spread my legs wider, position my hands on his thighs for balance and tentatively move forward. I can feel his cock moving inside me as I do. It's so erotic. I push back and feel it going deeper. I move my legs trying to get a better angle. I start rocking back and forth gently feeling his cock move inside me. I start fucking myself using his cock and it is so good. The more I move, the better it feels and the easier it is to relax. I experiment by taking bolder moves feeling his huge cock wiggle around inside me. It feels so fucking good. I look down between my legs and watch his cock disappear inside me. My head is spinning, my brain is on fire; I have never been hornier in my life. I start bouncing on his cock, gently at first. But then that feels so good I turn it up a notch. Now I am bouncing wildly on that huge cock. I have that whore feeling again. It is much stronger this time. Soon I am pulling almost all the way off before plunging back down trying to get every last inch inside me. Suddenly I hit something inside me, something that shoots lightening bolts straight to my brain! "Oh my god!" I scream. My mind is a blur. I look down at my cock to see it oozing cum. I see his balls underneath mine. It is totally wild. I bounce up and down again trying my best to hit that spot. Every time I do more cum leaks from my cock. I had no idea this could happen. My head is spinning. My cock is slapping against my thighs leaking big dabs of cum. "Fuck that cock...FUCK THAT COCK!" I hear from beneath me. I keep hitting that spot and each time I do makes my cock feel like it is going to explode. I thought having a cock in your ass was supposed to be bad. There was nothing bad about this. I can't get enough of being Darrell's little whore. Suddenly I notice this hard cock poking through a hole in the stall wall, which is quickly followed by another on the other side. "Do it gay boy. DO IT. Suck those cocks!" Darrell barks. I slip my hand over one and start stroking while I take the other in my mouth. "Don't let him cum in your mouth. That's for me and me alone." I am struck by how much smaller the cock in my mouth is than Darrell's. I can easily take it all the way down and find my lips in his pubes, which surprises me. I start working that cock while bouncing on Darrell's and it is simply outrageous. I can hear the owner moan, even though I don't have the slightest clue who he is. I just want to make him cum and cum hard. His grunts grow louder and I realize he is about to climax. I pull my mouth off just in time. He screams as the first rope of cum laces my face. I point it away from me and pump him hard with my hand shooting his cum on the floor. "That's it gay boy, pump that cock. You are so hooked!" Darrell yells thrusting his cock into me. "Now the other one! Do the other one!" I turn to the other one. I open my mouth and go all the way down on him until I feel his cock hit the back of my throat. I can feel cum dripping down my face as I suck.I learn how to wiggle just right so that Darrell's cock hits that place inside me, that place that drives me wild. I am such a whore, such a cock whore. I can feel the guy is about to cum and pull free. I pump his cock really hard and he screams ejecting volley after volley against the wall. Now spent, the cock disappears like the other one did. I half expect more to show up, but they don't. I put my hands back on Darrell's thighs and concentrate on his cock in my ass. I am totally relaxed now and his cock is so fucking wonderful. I am being fucked, fucked like a little girl and it feels great! My cock is so fucking hard. "You're hooked on that big dick...aren't you gay boy?" Darrell whispers. "Hell yes...Yes I am," I say unable to lie. He reaches around for my nipples and pinches them. "Fuck me, FUCK ME!" It was total surrender. "Now I am going to make you mine!" He thrusts up hard, right against that sweet spot. It's like the lights went out. My body responded completely involuntarily releasing the most powerful stream of sperm straight out the end of my cock, which landed several feet away on the door to the stall. It was the most incredible, erotic and pleasurable thrill I have ever had. "Holy fucking shit!" I scream watching cum splat against the door. The endorphins flooded my brain just as his next thrust hit the sweet spot again. And that demanded another, just as generous amount of sperm to gush out the end of my cock with such force, such volume, that it too sprayed all over the stall door. "Oh my God! Oh my God!" I cry in disbelief, thrilled to have experienced it again. His huge cock has taken control of my body. His huge cock is making my body do things it has never done before. With the greatest of ease, he thrusts his cock repeatedly against that spot, each time causing my cock to erupt in a volcano of sperm. "YES, YES, YES!" I scream thrashing on the end of his cock completely out of control. Sperm is flying out of my cock in great volumes. Suddenly Darrell grabs my hips hard, pulls me down on his cock as he thrusts one last time. "ARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!" he screams. I can feel his cock exploding inside me. I can feel his sperm filling my insides. I am deliriously impaled upon his exploding cock, getting one hot ejection of cum after another as his orgasm plays out. It literally blows my mind. Then everything slows down. I fall back against him as we both try to catch our breath. My mind is floating, my body is completely depleted. I feel like I have reached some mystical state that only Zen masters experience. I realize that I am hopelessly addicted to what just happened. "Let's go home. I have the cutest little stockings waiting for you..." The Gaymaker Mark hungrily gobbled up Darrell's huge cock taking as much as he possibly could. He was going insane. All he could think about was that cock. He wanted to make him cum so bad. He wanted to feel it explode in his mouth. "Oh yeah...that's it," Darrell said enthusiastically. "Suck that cock Mark. Suck that cock in your mouth." Mark was doing wonderful things with his tongue. He couldn't think straight. He was so damn horny. Listening to Darrell was just making him more so. "That's it you cocksucker" he said using the term gently. "You are a cocksucker...aren't you Mark. You love that cock so much. You've made those panties so wet...sucking cock...cocksucker." Mark was working Darrell's cock so hard. Back and forth. He was a cocksucker. He loved sucking cock. "I knew all you needed was to feel a nice, hard cock between your lips...just once...and you would be hooked." Mark heard his words. He wanted to disagree. He wanted to disagree in the strongest terms. But he couldn't. He was too busy sucking that marvelous cock. What had happened to him? How could he have known sucking cock was so incredible? Was Darrell right? Was he now hooked on sucking cock? Mark felt like such a whore. Then he realized that he loved feeling like a whore. He had turned into a dick whore. "I have so many panties for you to wear...cocksucker," Darrel whispered. But his tease backfired. Darrell's head filled with images of Mark wearing all sorts of panties. And stockings. He couldn't wait to dress him up. Somewhere in the distance Mark heard, "Oh yeah...I'm almost there..." Just hearing the words made his cock jerk with excitement. I own this thing Mark thought to himself. He bent down and took one long, slow lick of those massive balls. Yeah, I own these too. He allowed himself a smile. Mark grabbed the base of Darrell's shaft and aimed that tip at his lips. He bent forward and kissed it right on the end. Yeah, this is my cock now. You belong to me. He opened his mouth as wide as he possibly could and pushed down that long, luxurious shaft. He felt Darrell's finger ease into his hair. "So close..." Darrell said rocking back and forth gently fucking Mark's mouth. "You are so hooked on cock..." he said as his breath shortened. Darrell tightened his grip on Mark's hair. "Drink as much as you can...you've earned it." Jenny pulled her cell phone up to her face. She couldn't wait to see this. "Oh yeah...almost..." Darrell said shifting from one foot to the other. "Ok... alright...here we gooooooo," he said throwing his head back. Everything went into slow motion. Darrell held on tightly to his hair; thrust his cock forward pissing thick cum into Mark's mouth. For that's what it was. It didn't come out in spurts; it came out in a stream! It was a thick, forceful stream of hot molten sperm that literally filled his mouth. There was so much it leaked out the sides. He wanted to gag, but swallowed instead. He felt like he had his lips around a garden hose gone wild. Mark gulped and swallowed as that cock force fed him more cum than he thought humanly possible. His brain was on fire. His initial shock morphed into surprise as it kept coming. It came out in big long streams, thick and forceful. Jenny couldn't believe what she was witnessing. The guys were so enthralled that neither noticed her scream as her orgasm ripped through her. Propped against the couch her fingers worked her clit squeezing every last ounce of pleasure from her sex. Mark didn't know how he was doing it, but he was swallowing just as fast as he could barely keeping up with the tidal wave of sperm that just kept coming. That cock exploding in his mouth continued to fill his belly with sperm, tons and tons of sperm. It was simply unbelievable. He connected to it on a primitive level somewhere deep in his brain. Darrell was right, he was hooked. He loved feeling that cock explode in his mouth. He had earned every drop of the ocean Darrell was blasting down his throat. It was clear to Jenny that everything her brother said was true. She had never seen anyone so hooked on dick in her life! Mark was busy squeezing Darrell's cock like a tube of toothpaste trying to get the very last drop. She put her cell phone into her purse and headed for the door. She took one last look before leaving. Mark was nuzzling Darrell's huge cock against his cheek. His little pink panties were drenched. Somewhere in the madness he blew his load. She smiled to herself and pulled the door closed. Clearly Mark was playing for the other team now.