1 comments/ 97943 views/ 12 favorites Gay Ride By: groove_kid What can I tell you about myself? I was always you're consummate Straight arrow nerd. Not anymore though. Things have changed a lot for me in the last year. At twenty nine, now nearly thirty, I've become a real sack of broken eggs. Shit happens I guess. You can say I've really gone off the rails baby. Bored with life, bored with my girlfriend, about a year ago I first started drinking a little. I never used to . I guess I just needed excitement, and where to look? Getting rather tipsy one night, I found myself in this hot gay club dancing to the most amazing techno music. I wasn't gay either, lol. I surprisingly happened to meet this guy I knew, Michael. He's about my age, thin build, brown haired, brown eyed. We were both surprised to see each other in a gay bar and were rather bashful. "I hate fags, " he said. "I do too, " I replied sheepishly, very embarrassed. We wound up back at his place, drinking and just hanging out. "You know, you talk like a fag, with a lisp! You seem gay. " he said. "Oh come on! " I said defensively. "I don't know why I'm telling you this. but I wanna go to bed with a guy! " he said. He walked up to me, and put one hand on my ass cheek, and fondled my cock through my jeans with his other. It must of been the alcohol, I don't know why, but I didn't resist. "I don't want anybody to know. " I said softly. "Nobody's gonna know. Be my slut. " he teased me as we began necking and fondling each other, both our cocks got hard as rocks. I was in red heat. My first ever gay experience! We stripped naked and I moved doggy style onto his starch white bed sheets. "Fuck me baby! " I uttered in growing sexual impatience as I played with my cock and he got in behind me, moaning, and thrusting his prick against my ass cheeks. He soon began ramming my anus with his thick hard pulsating shaft. God it felt good to have a cock in me! We both moaned and groaned as the fucking reached it's climax. Finally his cock exploded into me. Hot sperm shot up into my asshole and all inside of me. In unison, my own hard prick exploded too. Staining his sheets. It was an orgasm beyond belief. Hot, fucking hot! "Oh you bitch! " he said breathlessly, as we both lay back and regained our composure. "So how do you feel about gay sex now? " he asked. I just giggled and savored the moment. -------------------------------------------------- That first night of gay sex really shocked me. As a matter of fact it scared me crazy. I immediately stopped drinking and began just concentrating on my waiters job. I tried to forget about my night with Michael, As though it didn't happen or something. Oh yes, I saw my girlfriend occasionally too. Trying to Convince myself I was straight. What a joke I am. Plain boring sometimes. Anyway a few weeks later I was at work and on break and who Walks in but Michael! God he looked like a slut! Ass hugging skin tight jeans, sexy motherfucker muscle shirt and streetwalker slut boots. "What are you doing here? " I asked incredulously. "Here to see you babe, " He said. Not caring who was in listening range, the fucking bitch! We ended up going to this club, and sat in a backroom and drank wine amidst the sexy pulsating techno beat. He told me how much he missed me and we even necked. God he was hot! He was getting me so horny. "I can't wait for you to suck my cock, " he said. He then pulled out this pipe and placed this muddy, greenish chunky stuff into it and lit it up. It stunk to high heaven. "Let's smoke some hash babe, " he said. I was surprised and shocked. "I don't do drugs and since when do you? " I protested. "Just shut the fuck up! Try it you'll like it little tart! " he scolded me. "Okay, " I replied feebly as I sucked on the pipe and drew the sweet tasting hash into my lungs, managing somehow to refrain from coughing. Not long after, I was high as a kite and horny as fuck. We went back to Michaels place. "Suck my cock, fucking slut! " he shouted as we both got naked in his bedroom, and he sat on the edge of the bed. On my knees, I moved my mouth onto his upright prick and sucked and licked, relishing my role of cocksucker newbie. He aggressively grabbed my hair, and moved my head every which way as he grunted excitedly and face fucked me. I fingered his balls and asshole with my fingers. "You're really getting the hang of this honey! " he squealed delightedly as his cock began squirting hot, glorious, sticky semen all over my face. I threw my mouth back on his cock and swallowed the sweet cum. I took as much as I could before I nearly choked. Michael then grabbed my hair and threw me on my back and began sucking my rock hard prick. "Oh babe! " I uttered, breathlessly panting, approaching orgasm in sexual heaven. Finally my cock exploded and we both lay on the floor intertwined. High on sex. High on wine. High on hash. ------------------------------------------------- After the second time I had sex with Michael I guess things really changed. We got together a lot more often to say the least. We'd get together, drink, dance to the coolest club dj's, have sex and smoke hash. Wow! Hash! For me being so anti drug for so fucking long I got to like it quick. I soon began smoking it more and more regularly. I seemed to associate it with sex and vice versa. It just made my cock stiff. I like that. Sex with Mike was wild. He wound up the dominant one though, fucking me while I sucked his cock more than the other way around. We both loved it baby! I guess after I'd been to bed with him about a dozen times, I was home alone one night, curious, horny, stoned of course, just hanging out. I thought I'd check out this cool club, the Apex. Anyway I got there, began drinking, began feeling pretty good, I started dancing to this throbbing ultra sexy house beat. I was getting right into it. Just getting lost in the music, swaying to the beat. It was then this guy began dancing right in front of me. He was older than me, maybe in his late forties. Short grey hair, mustache, cool blue piercing eyes, and what a body! He was dressed in the tightest fitting purple clubwear tee shirt, and painted on blue lycra pants! He was staring right into my eyes as we were dancing and licking his lips! Fuck he was hot! I was getting hot! When the music stopped, he affectionately brushed my forearm with his hand, and told me he really wanted to talk with me. We stood against the wall,and he brought us a couple of drinks. He offered me a cigarette. I took it even though I'd never smoked before, but in the state I was in, ultra high, I didn't care. I placed it in my lips and lit it, and took a drag, it tasted good! I was surprised. He laughed when I began coughing, and said though I might be a newbie smoker, I looked so fucking sexy doing it! God! My cock was getting hard! "Maybe I'll do anything for you, " I said as he stroked my ass and fondled my breast. Now I was getting lost in him, and I wanted to. "I'm Terry, " he said,casually blowing smoke into the air, "I live in LA, but I'm here in town for business, " he added, with an even sensual tone, looking right through me with those piercing eyes, and smiling. We took a cab back to his hotel room. I was in great anticipation, wondering what it would be like to go to bed with another guy. I felt guilty but willing. Inside his room, He put on some music, poured drinks, and kissed me. He gave me another cigarette, and we sat on the bed and talked. He said he was involved in fashion. He told me a lot of things about himself as he rubbed my inside thigh, and teasingly palmed my erect cock, never losing eye contact. We soon began necking with lots of deep tongue action, and saliva exchange. He began pinching one of my nipples! Talk about fucking hot! I was getting to full passion and he really knew what he was doing. "Let's get naked hun, " he uttered, almost like a light command. "Sure thing babe, " I whispered. Striping off our clothes, he eased me onto the bed with me on my knees, and him in behind me. He thrust his cock into me with the potency of a thunderbolt and began regular massive insertions. "Ouch! " I exclaimed in sexual heat and expectancy. Loving the fucking pain of it, and feeling like a right fucking slut. Fucking, banging me raw, he began pinching my nipples. Both of them with both hands, while he whispered dirty, slutty talk into my ear. Calling me his whore. His voice eventually getting much louder. I was gasping for breath, panting in a sexual frenzy. Fingering my rod, while his cock played fire with my prostate, my tits burning! We fucked to a massive climax when his cock fired into me! Shooting oozing hot sperm up my asshole. My cock ignited too, nearly spraying the walls! "Oh baby! Oh! So fucking good! " I shouted deliriously as I palmed the sperm out of me with his hot, wet, very hard cock in my cum filled slut hole. I did this Winding it down, until he pulled out of me and we both finally, out of breath, relaxed to regain our composure. Totally satisfied. For the rest of the night, we sat around and talked and partied, and fucked. I stayed over night, sleeping in his bed, then left feeling sort of ashamed of myself in the morning. Gay Ride Ch. 02 Terry was the first experienced gay man I'd been with. Though sex with Michael was still hot as fuck, Terry just knew more. I saw Michael the night after my Terry episode. I couldn't help but tell him all about it, and he was knocked out. "Wow babe, You're really getting wild! " he intoned. "Well I'm just experimenting. I thought that's what me and you were doing, " I replied ruefully and defensively. "Common! You're cock is always rock hard in bed with me! " he replied scornfully. He more than proved his point later that night when he fucked my ass raw with more relish than usual. Calling me a little cock sucker fag, amongst other things. He was seemingly intent on enlightening my gay side even more. The idea of getting wilder turned me on to say the least. The next night, stoned on hash, and after several glasses of wine, and feeling horny, I decided to go and check out this dance club, called trinity. I got there, and immediately began dancing to the pounding drum and bass techno, which was hammered out of the clubs speakers. I swayed my hips and shook my ass. Getting lost in the music, I felt good and I thought about Michael and Terry. I sat at a small table and drank some more wine. The place was full of sexy people and I was willing to talk with any of them. "You dance so very sultry, sweetheart! " I heard a high , effeminate, sultry male voice opine from the table next to mine. When I looked over I saw the hottest looking, sluttiest looking vamp, I'd ever seen. He was about thirty and had long brown hair past his shoulders. His skinny, sexy upper body was adorned by a sleeveless, laser blue tank top, bare at the midriff. "Club slut " was written across it in a demented silver font. He had cheap silver and gold bangles on his wrists, and wore large junk store rings on each of his fingers. His nails were painted dark blue. I could see he wore skintight low rise jeans and sandals on his toe nail painted feet. He wore several toe rings. He looked club techno cool and sexy to say the least. He was hot! After I said hello, he came and sat next to me at my table. "Let me buy you a drink lover boy. I'm Joey by the way, " he offered, taking long seductive, sexy drags from his cigarette. We talked for quite awhile. He put his fem hand on mine, occasionally brushing my thigh. I wasn't gonna complain. His liquid green eyes were full of sex lust and gay boy confidence. I told him I was new to the gay scene. "I Often wear lipstick and mascara. No time tonight babe. " he laughingly said. He rummaged through his purse and unwrapped two small blue pills from some silver foil. "Wanna take some ecstasy? " he questioned me. I'd never taken ecstasy before and never thought I would, but tonight the idea of a new taboo experience seemed exciting and enticing to me. "Yeh. Sure, " I told him. I felt both excitement and apprehension to what I was about to do. Somehow I felt lost. The ecstasy was wild! Joey and I danced for several hours. We stared into each others eyes as we danced, and often brushed our bodies up against each other. Rubbing our cock areas against each others cocks, as we swayed and drifted, and shook our asses to the sexy beat. We necked with each other in between breaks in the music. We deep tongued, and fondled and groped each others cock and balls and asses. The sex fever of the ecstasy was a mutual aphrodisiac for us two whores. Finally we left and went back to his pink walled apartment. "Let's be sluts! " he said as we entered his place, wasting no time whatsoever. We quickly stripped off our clothes and fell about on his large size water bed. "Lets six nine babe, " he gloriously offered as he fell on to his back, and I moved over him. I began madly sucking his thick upright prick and sucking his hard balls. I fingered his asshole. My mind went wild as I felt his fem boy mouth on my cock. He massaged my balls and ass with burning, feminine skill and abandon. Clearly he knew what to do. We moaned and squealed as we burned sexual fire. I imagined the cock I was sucking was mine. We were both together. I sucked him and became the easiest, most willing little slut I could be. My cock got even harder. We made love with increasing passion. I licked and sucked his cock deliriously, while my ass shook even more violently and the tempo increased. His tongue and teeth were madly caressing and satiating my pulsating, throbbing wet prick. Dirty forbidden thoughts raced through my mind as we moved into even higher sexual heat. "Oh babe! " I managed to exclaim. My mouth full of his cock, loving the feel of his fat penis head at the back of my mouth or down my throat. My tongue savored the feel of his balls and the small hairs on his erotic area. We were both groaning incessantly as we face fucked. The waterbed was swishing loudly as I felt myself growing more and more impossibly aroused, realizing this was my first time with a real gay slut like him. Finally, my cock exploded into his mouth, and I felt the hot thick liquid of his seed gush into my mouth and down my throat. I briefly choked and got his cum all over my face, before throwing my mouth back onto his prick. Hungry for more. Our bodies gyrated wildly as the climax raged on. Both of us sucking as much of each others juices as we could. Our asses trembled violently in the unison, and then ever so slowly relaxed as our cocks, hot and wet, slowly limpened. 'You're so fucking good in bed baby! " he exhaustively enthused, as we lay on his bed panting, recovering our strength. We had our showers, though I really didn't want one. I loved the smell of cum and sweat on me. He said I could wear any of his clothes if I liked. His closet was large and full of both guy and girl club wear. Obviously he cross dressed. I settled on some ultra skintight low rise jeans and a sexy yellow tank top . They fit perfectly. Looking in the mirror, I was amazed. God I looked hot! "You should grow your hair long sweetie, " he said, kissing me on the cheek. That night we partied, talked and had more sex. We soon took some more ecstasy. It was wild. -------------------- I had been going just a little bit overboard. I was having sex with Michael several times each week, and then there was Terry and Joey. Both of whom I'd only had sex with once, but they were total strangers. I was smoking pot every day, drinking a lot and had tried ecstasy, My girlfriend didn't know about the gay stuff. The fact I smoked pot now, I couldn't hide it very well for long. When she found out she was really disappointed. "I never thought you'd start using drugs. It must be fucking you up. You've missed a lot of work, " she told me. "It'll be alight, Joanne, " I told her. I'd decided I was gonna go straight, for want of a better term. No alcohol and no drugs. Maybe I'd stop seeing Michael too, I tried to kid myself. I was at my place listening to music and bored out of my tree, and thought I'd smoke some pot anyway. Soon I had a glass of wine and then another one. I put on some music and changed into the skintight low rise jeans Joey had given me, with my ass crack showing, and the tank top. I looked at myself in the wall mirror. I was turning myself on. I was a fucking hot slut! "Damn! " I said to myself. I was thinking the unthinkable. I was gonna go and buy a pack of cigarettes. I'd bummed the odd cigarette in the clubs recently, and now I felt like I really needed one. "To hell with shoes, " I told myself as I then walked barefoot down the stairs and outside onto the concrete sidewalk. I sometimes went barefoot around the leafy neighborhood where I lived. My girl friend didn't approve. It felt cool and sensual on the souls of my feet. Walking over black hot tarmac, soft grass, grippingly sensuous gravel, and loose dirt soil patches, massaging the souls and toes. I went in the store and bought some cigarettes. I ripped off the plastic wrapping and eagerly placed one between my lips and lit it. God, it tasted good. I savored the taste of the menthol flavored smoke as it went into my lungs and I exhaled with great satisfaction. I liked smoking, though I wasn't gonna smoke all the time. Regardless, I practically chain smoked when I got back to my place, had more wine and listened to music, and then somebody knocked at my door. It was Michael and my cock was getting hard. "Wow babe! You look so fucking hot and sexy! " he said as soon as he entered. "Thanks, " I said, so grateful of Joey's fashion help. "I've been a real slut again, " I said, as I told him about Joey. "Wow! You're getting me so fucking hard! " he replied. He was surprised to see me smoking though, and I was even more surprised when he had one too. We'd both gone through a lot of changes. "We're both going to hell anyway. Let me fuck you, You bitch slut. " he said intently. He gently pushed me back into the bedroom and onto the bed. I undid the clasp off my jeans and he grabbed the bottom bells and helped pull them off. I got on my knees and waited eagerly for him to enter my awaiting asshole. "Come on babe! " I implored. He thrust his prick deep inside me, and commenced repeated rapid fire penetration. Each shot of his cock sent a surge of sexual gratification starting from my sensitive prostate, and shooting through out my entire body. "Oh babe! " I cried as he picked up the tempo. "So you like to get fucked all the time! " uttered Michael as his cock pounded me and we moaned and groaned in pleasure. "Feel my nipples babe! " My voice shot out as I urged him to. He began lightly pinching my nipples. My sexual ecstasy increased even more. I was playing with my hard cock and slapping it each time his thick prick nailed my anus. "Oh! OH! OH! " I exclaimed over and over. The sexual gratification I was feeling was indescribable, so happy to be somebody's submissive fuck toy. "Fuck me! Fuck me! " I begged him. The bed was shaking. The headboard smashing against the wall, in time with each mighty slam of his cock into my ass. Finally, I felt the hot sperm shoot into my asshole. Michael leaned over me, and literally screwed me. Rapidly fucking me as he emptied his cum into me. I began ejaculating too, and we moaned deliriously like the two sluts we were. I fell on my side and finished myself off, while he stood up and leaned against the wall to regain his breath. His thick still hard cock dripping with cum. "Oh michael. I love being your slut, " I moaned as I got the last cum out of me, and the semen stained my bed sheets even more. I then got the shock of my life. Staring, looking aghast from the bedroom door was Joanne. I forgot she had the keys to my place. "What is going on here? I don't believe this! " she asked . Shell shocked. I didn't know what to say. I tried to buy some time by putting on my jeans and top. Michael had dressed quickly. "I'll see you later babe, " he hissed and I soon heard the front door close. "You're going with guys now? You're getting fucked up the ass? " Joanne asked accusingly. Her voice rising. "It's not what you think it is Joanne. We're just friends, " I replied meekly. "You fucking asshole!" she screamed. Red in the face. "You've been doing this behind my back! Who knows what else you've been fucking doing! How many guys have you been with? " she screamed at me. "Just one, " I lied to her, unable to make eye contact. She went into the bathroom. I went and sat on the couch and took a sip of wine and lit a cigarette. Joanne came out of the bathroom and stood in front of me. "When did you start smoking? " she asked "Oh about a month ago. " I said, thinking she had simmered down. I was wrong. "You're really fucking up aren't you? " she screamed. "What! With all the fucking pot you smoke, and your drinking a lot too! Then all of this fucking shit tonight? You've really changed baby! How can I trust you? " she intoned, at first angry and mocking, then with a hint of sadness. She stared at me intently for awhile, then she stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut. -------------------- Surprisingly Joanne did calm down. "I don't care if your bisexual now, just tell me when you have a lover, okay? " said the blond heather Locklear look-alike. "Okay Joanne, " I said. She always scolded me about smoking. Constantly opening windows to let out the smoke. "I can't believe you've started, " she told me at every opportunity. Surprisingly, she rarely commented on my now daily pot usage, and I never told her about my taking ecstasy, which I now used two or three times a week. Being stoned all the time made me feel sexy and horny all the time. I liked smoking cigarettes now. Some days I smoked a whole pack. It just seemed so sensuous and sexy. I liked taking a long drag and looking wantonly into the eyes of a guy whose cock I wanted to suck. I smoked on the breaks at work. Not caring anymore if they saw the new me. I was now becoming comfortable as a bisexual. I dressed as I wanted to all the time. Sexy club wear, particularly skintight ass crack showing low rise jeans, and bare midriff tank tops. I started wearing bangles and cheap slut rings like my friend Joey, who I had been back to see for some more incredible sex. I just loved going barefoot when I could, and now had a few toe rings. My hair was getting longer and I wanted to try cross dressing. I soon had my ear pierced. At work I often took off my sandals, or slut boots towards the end of the shift and waited on tables barefoot. Mark the manager didn't mind. I just knew he wanted to fuck me. For some reason I wanted to cock tease him. It turned me on. Towards the end of one shift, I happened to serve a dark complexioned, bald, goateed man who looked sexy as the devil. His bald head reminded me of a large prick. It excited me. "Hey barefoot boy! You want to join me for a cocktail? " He said with an ultra sexy low register european tone. "You bet honey! " I nodded and smiled and said in my best lisp, with everybody at work hearing me, as my cock got rock hard. I knew I had an excruciatingly sexy ass and was an extremely sexy sultry thing. His name was Maurice. He wore all black, and black tights. What an ass he had on him! He smoked his cigarette with the same sluttish longing as me, and he made me horny as fuck! After work we walked up the street to this cafe. I stayed barefoot and lit up a joint. "You're going to be my little barefoot slut tonight! " He enthused as I giggled and quickly felt up his cock area. At the cafe we started to get loaded. He bought several glasses of expensive wine for me. We talked slut talk and I sometimes felt his cock and balls with my barefoot, lightly massaging him under the table. To my surprise, I happened to see Joey walking past the Cafe. I shouted to him, and my sexual soul mate and fashion sense came over and joined us at our table. We all got loaded and talked just about sex. Joey and I had several long public necking and groping sessions. I didn't care who saw us. "You're gonna love Joey in bed, " I said to maurice, taking a long, subtle drag from my cigarette and looking deeply into his eyes. Soon we were back at Maurices dark, wood paneled apartment. We were feeling good to say the least. He put on some driving techno music and as it pounded loudly out of the speakers, he fixed us some drinks. Joey and I began dancing wildly. Fully shaking our sexy asses and grooving to the music. Often staring into each others eyes in anticipation of a great night of sex. "Okay. Let's see what you sluts can do! " said Maurice, now stripped down to a thong. We all stripped and entered his bedroom. Joey and I fell about on his giant satin sheet bed. Joey and I once again formed a six nine position with me on top and my eager ass facing a still standing Maurice. It turned me on so much that a sexy beast like Maurice was watching Joey and I face fuck each other. I licked and sucked Joey's cock and balls with a religious fervor, as I fingered his ass. It felt so good feeling his slut mouth on my swelled, wet prick as his slut tongue did it's subtle business. His fingers felt up my balls and anal area, teasingly taking me to new erotic highs. All of a sudden, I felt Maurice lean over me. I felt his massive cock enter me and the first initial poundings put me into a sexual frenzy. I was wildly aroused. Damn! It was good to get fucked! His thick pricked entered me again and again, sending a sexual charge through me greater than each time before! He moaned and groaned as I felt his hot breath on my bare shoulders and his hairy chest on my back, while Joey and I, squealed, moaned and sucked each other in a delightful sluttish escapade. All three of our bodies heaved together on the bed, with my ass in particular gyrating wildly as Maurice fucked me royally. His fingers expertly massaging my erect nipples. Making me more aroused than I ever thought fucking possible. The pounding techno music, dark lighting and thick pot smoke added to the sexy atmosphere. As maurice fucked me harder and harder, now at a rapid tempo, my slut hole loving it, Joey and I twisted and wreathed underneath Maurice in a passion of madness. I somehow cried out as I felt my cum shoot into Joey's mouth. He began licking it down like a famished animal. His tongue incessantly at work on my still hard prick. I then felt his come begin shooting down my throat, and I drank down the sweet elixir of sin. Letting some of it spray me in the face and some run down my chin. With one major groan, I felt Maurice begin to shoot his hot sperm into my asshole. He held me tight and repeatedly kissed the back of my neck as his jism filled me. I closed my eyes and shook myself as I felt womanly satisfaction as Maurices cum swam through me. In the height of this orgasm we squirmed about as the last of my sperm entered Joeys mouth, and I continued to slurp his juices. Finally it was over. Later that Night with Joey, I tried acid for the first time. We went clubbing and went back to his place to party and have more sex. Gay Ride Ch. 03 I was getting my ass fucked every single night now. Raw and hard. My landlady Delores would give me a quizzical look every time she saw me coming home, arm in arm with a new gay boy fuck friend. What I used to hide, I now flaunted. I was looking like the ultimate slut. Feverishly sexual in my skintight painted on low rise jeans, loud skimpy club wear tops, bangles and cheap jewelry. They all screamed out the word whore, and of course, I went barefoot all the time now. My fake silver toe rings depicted small metallic acts of gay sexual intercourse and face fucking, and why not? I was horny all the time and I wanted sex all the time. I'd become as dirty inside as the permanently blackened souls of my sensuous, sluttish bare feet. I also hadn't shown up for work in weeks. A true slut didn't care about any job. I was all about sex. I wore the cheapest perfume. I never got out of bed before three in the afternoon any more. Every night I'd drink and get stoned on ecstasy and pot. My eyes were now black rimmed suck holes and I always had a supply of poppers to use just before, and during sex. All the better for edging. All the better to be a complete slut. One night, Delores knocked on my door, asking for the rent which I was way late with. "I don't have it right now Delores, " is all I could say. She was a rather buxom sexy, near fifty something grayish blond. "I need the rent money. I'm not trying to be difficult, but I do have bills to pay, " she said. She pulled out her cigarettes from her purse. "I guess you want one, I suppose, " she said offering me one. "Thanks, " I said as I put the long menthol cigarette to my lips and got a light from the lighter she held before me. My cock got rock hard. "Just to think you were a non smoker, " she said. "So? I've started. I've changed, " I said with a giggle. "You've changed all right. Not only do you owe me a ton of rent, but your loud music is bothering the neighbors, and I'm also concerned about your drug use, " she intoned accusingly. She sniffed the smell of pot smoke in the air and rolled her eyes. "So? I like to get high sometimes now, " I declared defensively. "Oh My God! . she said, her voice rising. "You've turned into a complete slut! Every body in the building can hear you every night having sex! You're a right sack of broken eggs! " she scolded me. "And what about Joanne? When did this whole gay business start? " she asked incredulously. " The first time I went to bed with a guy is when it started. I just feel I need boy to boy intimacy, " is all I could say. "Joanne doesn't care either. She knows I'm bisexual, " I soon added. "And the drugs? " she questioned me very bluntly again. "I know I've just started, but I just wanna experiment, " I said. "Damn you! Joanne is too good for you. She doesn't need a confused fallen' slut like you. A submissive little tramp! " Delores put it forth ever so cold. At first the words hurt me, but then a wicked idea crossed my mind as my cock got even harder. "Oh come on Delores, baby. I'm really good in bed. Lot's of guys know that, " I said. She stared at me coldly. I smiled mischievously and took a long drag from my cigarette and stared deep into her blue, vulnerable eyes. I moved closer to her and placed my hand on her breast. I grinned and exhaled a thick stream of smoke. "Maybe you'd like to try? " I suggested seductively. "Get the fuck off of me! " Delores screamed and turned away. Her face red with anger. She slammed the door shut and left. Who was I to kid her about my being bisexual? I'd changed all right. I'd turned gay. Totally gay. Gay enough that I greeted and kissed, and groped gay male friends on the street right in front of Joanne. Gay enough that I didn't care any more if Joanne saw the gay porn mags littered around my apartment. Gay enough that I often wore lipstick and makeup and hoop earrings. Gay enough that I smoked a cigarette like a woman, and that I talked with a lisp and had cross dressed with Joey, high on too much wine and E, dressed like a delicious slut in latex mini skirt, fish net stockings, and 4 inch street walker spike heels. The only time I'd ever really wear shoes. Gay enough that I needed cock all the time, yet somehow Delores had made me feel so submissive. I was turned on and intrigued by it. I was Gay enough that I'd never turn back. ------------------- Everybody knew I was a slut now. I even walked like one. Suggestively, Sensuously shaking my eager slut ass from side to side as I strolled. Letting everybody know I was available for them. That my ass indeed wasn't at all entirely mine. There was an old white haired, yet tall guy called Thomas, who lived just down the hall from me. Before I went to bed with Michael, and quite some time after, I completely ignored him. It then began turning me on, as he'd eye me entering my place with various gay boys. The look in his eyes was of sheer lust. I always knew he was a fag with his pink cardigan and cigarette holder. Eventually I began bumming cigarettes off of him. He'd tell me there were gay rumours about me. At first I'd deny them, but eventually I was too far gone to lie anymore, and I no longer cared what Joanne thought. I rarely saw her anymore anyway. Late one afternoon, bleary eyed, stoned from my first joint of the day, still stinking of my last lovers sweat and cum, I bumped into him in the hallway. As always, he wanted to talk to me. "That guy you were with last night was cute. I've seen you with several attractive men, " he said breathlessly, with a thick smoky British accent. "Yeah, I do go with guys now. I'm a total slut! " I couldn't help but blurt out. "Oh! You look like a slut baby. Please! Join me for a drink? " he desperately offered. "Well. I'm broke you know, " I smiled suggestively. I took a long drag from my cigarette, and played with my nipple. I Eyed him intently. Eyeballing him with sexual anticipation, feeling like I really wanted to sell myself for sex and for total self sexual gratification as well. So fucking Selfish of me, but God it turned me on. "Don't worry. I'll so look after you baby, " He insisted. We sashayed into his place. "Make it a large glass babe! " I called out as I sat on the sofa and stretched out my legs. I Put my filthy bare feet on his shiny, super clean wooden coffee table. He returned with the drinks, he didn't seem to care. I didn't care. He sat next to me. I lit a another cigarette and stared intently at my toe ringed dirty feet in wild sexual fetish warp drive. I turned my toes and heel, and balls of my feet every which way. Getting high on the wine. Admiring my sluttish feet and blatantly sexual toe rings. I was in total, total whore mode. "I so want to make love to you, " he whispered. He placed his hand on my crotch and began massaging my raging prick through the denim of my jeans. He placed his mouth on mine and began kissing me passionately. The feel of his stiff mustache on my lip, and his heavy breath was a potent sexual enticer. I moaned deliriously as he moved his hand over my cock area more and more rapidly. Our mouth action soon got into a vibrant sexual tongue wrestle. My mind went wild with ecstasy as I wondered if he knew how many cocks my tongue had tasted. We then moaned and groaned even more loudly, lost in the blistering sexual inferno. "Oh baby! " I managed to garble. We were flailing wildly about on the sofa. pinching each others nipples, madly exchanging saliva as our tongues mated like boa constrictors. The smell of cum and sweat and cheap perfume had my heart pounding like an anvil. Suddenly my cock and balls, in the peak of the excitement, and feverish as hell. exploded and drenched the front of my jeans. I repeatedly cried out in insane pleasure as I writhed around in his embrace. "Oh! Oh! Oh ! " I screamed. The cum soiling the skintight denim right down my leg. "Oh you're so good babe! " I panted as I fell on to the floor. Some cum from my jeans had seeped through and and was staining his carpet. I laughed out loud thinking my slut seed was getting all over his place. "You can learn from an old queen like me, " I heard him breathlessly say as I tried to regain my own breath. Finally, standing up, I saw he was now also standing, and had removed his pants. His thick nine inch cock stuck upright. As solid and formidable as a cannon. My limped wet cock now went immediately rock hard again. I stripped off my wet jeans and went to the shag carpeted floor on all fours. "Fuck me daddy! Please! " I screamed, fingering my ass hole , my hornyness now renewed and much more so. I shook my rampantly horny ass in his face. "You like to be called slut. Don't you? " He implied in a seductive lisp as I felt his hot breath on my neck. "Yeah daddy! " I impatiently replied. His hands then groped my torso and nipples as I felt the heat of his body on mine. "Please! " I cried out. His cock entered me and supercharged me. On each potent, yet delicate thrust I felt it. It's fat head thrusting up against my sensitive prostate. Twisting, probing and turning deep inside me. Teasing me and enticing me ever more. "The barefoot slut loves cock, " he grunted, picking up speed as his prick nailed me, making me shudder with more pleasure each time. "OW! " I repeatedly shouted as his cock hammered me. I gripped my wet, slippery cock and balls. and squealed in delight when he began pinching and twirling my nipples. His cock writhed inside of me, clockwise, then counter clockwise as it smashed into my raw, many times fucked little asshole. All of a sudden, he grabbed one of my legs and flipped this little slut onto his back, and then began relentlessly fucking me missionary style. He raised my legs and I clamped them around his shoulders like a vice. Sometimes his cock missed and rammed into my own inflamed cock and balls and we both cried out in ecstasy. "I wanna rim your asshole daddy! " I managed to cry out as his manic thrusts again and again ripped his thick cock into my hungry slut hole. My back was feeling carpet burn! It was pure, savage, uncontrolled, merciless, primal pleasure as this this elder fag, hurt and abused, and pleased this sex starved lost boy's ass. Finally, after an insane tempo, his manly jet stream exploded and shot through and into my ass, and filled my ravaged whore canal with his sexual syrup. My cum began shooting out, streaming out of me and through my sticky fingers and onto him and the carpet. I devoured his extreme body warmth, as he continued pumping me, and tears of pleasure filled my eyes and rolled down my cheek. Eventually, finally we slowly settled it down. When it was all over, We smoked cigarettes and drank more wine. I smoked some more pot. He liked to taunt me and cock tease me. I liked that. I cock teased him too. When I was leaving his place, in my still cum wet jeans, he tapped me on the shoulder and then kissed me. He handed me a wad of cash. "Thanks hun, " I said. So pleased with myself. "I guess you need it for drugs babe, " he said. "I like to party, " I replied, blowing him a kiss. Gay Ride Home So I was just walking downtown late one night. I'd been getting high with some friends, smokin' out and drinking beer. I was at least 10 miles from home and I was the last guy still around. I was waiting for a girl that didn't show. Found out later she was so wasted she passed out in my friend's car; he fucked her; bummer. She was hot. I was horny. I thought it was gonna happen and was really ready. So she didn't show and there I was...walking around, frustrated and horny with no way home and no where else to go. I guess I was rubbing my cock through my jeans...just wishing. He pulled up and just got out of his car. He walks right up to me and asks if I need a ride or something. I'm like a 18 year old stoner with absentee parents. He was at least 30 and looked totally straight. But, like I really want to get in his car! He persists though, insists that he's really okay, I remind him of his little brother and that he'll just take me home. My foggy brain thinks that it will be cool to have a ride. I mean, ten miles is a long way and waking up in an alley is not where I want to find morning. So I check him out. The man looks nice enough, clean, large blue eyes. I figure, what the fuck. If he tries anything I can just kick his ass and jump out of the car. So I say "ok", but I warn him not to try any shit with me. He seems unfazed and opens the passenger door, casually asking my name. Like a dumb shit, I say, "Dave" and get in. Really, I'm just stoned and tired and really want to go home. I never thought about how I looked to him. I was 18, had long blond hair. I was skinny, mostly hairless and wearing a cutoff t-shirt and baggy, low-cut jeans; not to mention I was rubbing my half-hard cock through my jeans as he pulled up. So we drive off. He starts telling me how he likes clean boys, how he thinks I look pretty special and that he wouldn't have stopped if he didn't think I was special. His right hand slides over and begins rubbing my leg as he talks about muscles and smooth skin and how he wouldn't have stopped tonight for anyone but me. Yeah, right, I think, just wishing the ride was over. But he keeps talking and I guess I didn't stop him from rubbing my leg... I just let him. I hang left like most and I realized my cock had started growing down my leg towards his hand. I was almost afraid of what might happen if he realized his rubbing was making my cock hard. Before I could finish that thought they met and he squeezed my dick against my thigh. Fuck... Then he was rubbing up and down on my cock, letting it get completely hard under his hand. I was just staring down and I guess I was stuck. I didn't realize he had missed my turn and had instead turned down a street by the river. I said, "Hey Man. You're on the wrong road." He ignored me and pulled over onto the shoulder, under a tree on the edge of the water. As he stopped he just kept staring at my crotch...like he was hypnotized. I guess I was just fascinated. Where would this go? I wasn't afraid. He wasn't at all threatening. He was just very persistent. He got out on his side and came right over to mine. I had started to open the door to get out but he was there to pull the door away from me. In an almost magical motion he pulled my legs out of the car so they hung over the side of the seat into the night air. It must have been his soft voice that kept me calm as he shifted me to the edge of the seat. He rubbed me some more and muttered something about how he imagined I had the most perfect cock. That made me smile but I think I wanted to know if he would think the same thing when he saw it...when he saw it. Gees. I was getting ahead. He was winning me over. He reached up and tugged on my jeans buttons, popping them open one by one. I didn't have any underpants on. Never did in those days, so my cock just popped right out, fully hard and shiny in the night. He actually gasped. He reached forward to stroke it; and I let him. He leaned in and kissed the head. Again, I let him. He looked into my eyes with a hungry, almost pleading look and started tugging on my jeans. Again, I let him. He pulled them down, stopping to untie my Nikes one at a time and pull them off me, tugging my jeans down and over each foot. He gently folded them and laid them across the seat, he never let his eyes off of my cock. I think he loved the way it stood so hard and proud, because of his attention. So I was naked from the waist down in the middle of nowhere. He pulled me out to the edge of the seat, spread my legs a bit and leaned in, leaned in so he could start to give me his very best slow blow job. His mouth was so hot and wet, just like the pussy I might have fucked. But I could tell that really he loved what he was doing. It felt amazing the way he slowly slid down on it while making little sucking slurps, little gulping sucks that tried to pull twitches from the depths of me. I laid back and I think I said something like, "Oh, fuck." When he had slowly pulled, inch by inch, my entire dick slowly into the back of his throat, he stopped and waited, gulping now and again, making me twitch and jerk on the seat, thrusting up towards him like a whore or something. And as he held my cock deep, he undid his belt, his snap, his zipper; and kicked his own slacks off to the ground in a heap on the road. Now he was half naked, too. I had to see what his cock looked like! I sat up. It was hard, standing so fucking hard and straight out with such a shiny fat head on it, like a plum on a fat fucking cucumber or something. Crap. I never thought a cock besides mine could look so good. I reached for it, just touching the head. He stopped me and said his cock was nasty, a dirty tool best left alone. Then he bent forward and started sucking again while he jacked himself off in the dark. I couldn't see what he was doing anymore and that frustrated the fuck out of me. So I pushed him off, shifted forward and grabbed his cock. There I was; Mr. Straight dude, half naked grabbing this stranger's cock because I wanted to rub and squeeze it, to feel it in my hands. I jacked him off, rubbed the wet and sticky goop that came from the tip, all over the head of his fat plum cock. I leaned forward and managed to get just the head into my mouth, tasted the nasty goo. Damn, it was big. I made him moan right out loud when I sucked down a couple of inches down the shaft. For some reason that pleased me, made me hornier. He reached down and pushed my head against him and I let him. I was bent in half trying to suck his cock. What happened next is sort of a blur, but not really. The way I was positioned, I couldn't get his cock very far into my mouth. It was too big anyway, Shit. I wanted to please his cock, this nice man, this gentle cock sucking mother fucker! There was no way that big fucker would fit all the way into my mouth. Fuck. It hit me like a fuckin' horny bolt of lightning. My ass could take it. I could let him fuck me. With that thought I also knew that I couldn't stop myself now. I mean, what the fuck was I thinking? I leaned back, grabbed his hips and sort of shoved my ass out over the seat. I really wanted to feel it; I really wanted to give it to him! So I told him to just fuck me, "Just Fuck Me!" He almost looked scared. He was stroking his cock. He had just wanted to give this hippie kid a nice blow job and now it had turned into this. God, his cock was so shiny and hard in the night. I spit all over my hand, spread my legs in front of him and rubbed my spit all over my asshole, pushing a finger or two in and out. He moved forward, holding back with that fuckin' fat plum just out of touch. So I spit on my hand again, pulled my legs back and out, reached down and rubbed spit all over the head of his dick. That was it. He was mine. He leaned in, pushed his cock head against my tiny, very tight, virgin fucking asshole, and pushed again. I reached beneath my ass and spread my cheeks as wide as I could, bucking slightly against his dick. It was way too big for a first time fuck but we both kept pushing in a rhythm that slowly opened me up. That fucking fat plum cock head suddenly popped into my little ass. I swear you could hear the sound. It stuck in and everything clamped down arouind it. I gasped and involuntarily clenched every muscle in my body, especially my asshole. He almost panicked and started to pull away but I grabbed his hands and pulled him to me, staring up into his eyes. He must have seen how fucking horny I was and he stopped resisting, letting me slowly contract and relax, contract and relax; over and over while I adjusted. Even as I relaxed I could feel the tension in his body and in his cock. Both were twitching and straining to hold back. Shit, that was hot. So I whispered, "Gimme a little more," and he leaned forward. His fat shaft began to enter just an inch or so. Fuck. It was brilliant. I swear I saw lights when I closed my eyes. He pushed some more and two inches were in me. I stopped him, squeezed my muscles again and waited. Fuck. I was getting used to this. It didn't hurt so much as it was scary. I began to wiggle back and forth under him, reaching up and rubbing his right arm. My right hand reached for my own cock. As he held his dick in me I started jacking off. I stared into his eyes as I did so, wanting him to see me doing this nasty thing. I was letting him stick his dick in me and I was jacking off. Fuck. I'd never been like this before. Seeing me, looking into his eyes and being so nasty was too much for him. He shoved the next two inches into my ass and only stopped because I gasped, actually I cried out loud! Fuck, it was big. That fucking plumb head just opened everything so fucking wide. I had to let him. I had to let him...it was too late. So I told him right out loud, "Just fuck me, Man. Fuck me for you. I'll cum when you tell me. I come when you say!" That was it. He looked down, spit real big on the rest of his shaft, rubbed it around, pulled out to the head and then shoved...shoved it all the way in and didn't stop until he had pinned me against the seat of the car, his fat fucking cock buried in my ass to the balls. I think I screamed. I think I shouted. That's when he put a hand over my mouth, told me to shut up and hold on. "Dave, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you right now." And he started. He pulled that fat sucker back and let the head pop out into the night; then he pushed my legs wide open and pushed everything in, in deeper and out, all the way; then long and deep. Everything in and everything out. I started bucking like a whore, trying to match his powerful fucking, trying to make it better for him. I was being a total slut. I wanted him to squirt into me like a fucking whore. God! I reached down and squeezed his balls with one hand and with the other I started jacking off. I was bouncing around from the fucking, and playing with his balls and jacking off all at the same time. I was born for this. He started swearing. "I'm gonna cum in you Dave, fucking slut, fucking ass, fucking whore!" I know I said something like, "Gimme...Gimme" just before he thrust deep, lifted me into the air and grunted over and over as he came so hard into my ass. Ugh..Ugh..Ugh. Fuck. I felt my cum coming up, twitching up, twitching out, squirting out. Fuck! It was a shower of cum all over the place as he held me, fucking me, squirting stream after stream and drop after drop into my ass. My cum shot so hard it hit his face and my face and sprayed all over our bodies. And as my arms both flopped back he was still pumping me like a rag doll, shoving in and out until every possible drop was deep inside of my ass. As he finished I could still feel cum twitching up and out of my cock onto my stomach. He collapsed into the car on top of me, panting and moaning my name, "Dave...Dave, oh fuck, Dave." As his cock shrunk out of my ass and dropped harmlessly between us he leaned down and sucked my cock like a baby. That's when I began to realize what had happened. I was shocked and embarrassed. He drove me to my neighborhood. I wouldn't let him know where I lived. I was as scared of what had happened and maybe more of what might happen if I let something like this take hold of me again. I mean, shit. I'm not gay. I still want to fuck that little bitch from the night before. It would be several years before I realized that I could do both!