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Becoming a Slave Ch. 01

By: tkyguyjin



Chapter 1 -- The Seed is Planted

1

This is the first chapter in the story of how I became a slave. Not in the traditional sense of the word of course, as I have a normal life with a job, a girlfriend, hobbies; I am certainly free in that sense. But unknown to my family and friends, I have sworn myself to serve a single master at his whim. Whenever he calls, I have to go to him and follow his orders, which are the same every single time. "Suck my cock, bitch". Yes, I am a cock slave. But let's start at the beginning.

My name is Bruce, and as this is a based on a true story, I won't bother with my last name. Growing up in a small town in upstate New York, I was a typical All-American kid, a bit shorter than average but with a good build and quite athletic. Blue eyes, light brown hair, strong jaw and broad shoulders kept me popular with the girls. I didn't even know what gay was until I went to university and met a friend who confessed his sexuality to me one night. I didn't think anything of it and Steve and I remained pals throughout school. During that time, I never considered him anything other than a drinking buddy, and he never saw me as a potential target. In fact, it was great hanging out with him because when we met a couple of co-eds at a bar, I would get my choice while he played wingman, pretending to be interested in the soon-to-be disappointed friend. 

After graduation, I moved to New York City for a job on Wall Street and lost touch with Steve. The first two years at the firm were brutal; long days and longer nights which left me tired and hungover most of the time and prevented me from establishing any sort of serious relationship. I had my conquests of course, but they were mostly booze-fuelled hookups that ended the next morning without even a promise to call. New York women are just as driven as the men and there was no disappointment from either party, we were each just notches on the other's bedpost.

Just after the start of my third year, we hired an intern about to enter his senior year of college. His name was Drew, a tall kid with dark brown hair. When I was introduced to him, his light green eyes widened noticeably as he shook my hand and I immediately pegged him as gay and interested in me. As we were quite close in age, we soon started hanging out after work, where he told me that he was engaged to his high-school sweetheart. So much for my first impression.

Drew and I became good friends, but I couldn't forget his initial reaction when we met. The more we hung out together, the more I thought he was into me. It is hard to describe why, but the things he said and the way he looked at me were just a little bit off. What amazed me though was that I started to find myself becoming attracted to him. I had never had thoughts like that before and had no idea what to do. One evening I was jerking off as usual when I found my mind wandering to Drew. Instead of picturing myself being blown by a gorgeous blond, I saw Drew on his knees. I tugged on my dick furiously and exploded, imagining my cum entering Drew's mouth. As I slowly receded from the high, I was stunned. I had just masturbated to getting a blow job from a guy. Shit, was I turning gay?

This was the start of my homosexual fantasy binge. Every night I was lying in bed with my dick in my hand, imagining Drew in there with me. My fantasies were getting progressively more detailed, and I found myself picturing an entire encounter. 

The fantasy began with Drew and I on a business trip. After dinner, I'd invite him to my room to raid the mini-bar. I'd complain about my neck hurting or something and he would offer a massage. I'd accept and take off my shirt and lay on the bed while he rubbed my back. As his hands moved down my back, I'd get a boner and when he turned me over, he would notice it. "Let me suck that" he would whisper and I would comply. Drew would take off his clothes, revealing a huge hard cock, and get down on his knees to give me a blow job. As time passed, my fantasy went further. I started thinking of Drew crawling into the bed with me and pushing his cock toward my mouth where I would eagerly suck it. For the first time, I jerked off thinking of giving another guy head and the orgasm I had was unbelievable. I started to obsess about sucking Drew's dick, and every fantasy ended the same way: with me servicing Drew to completion and swallowing his load. I wanted to please him like nothing else. I was so confused, I had never thought of guys like this but I had a crush on Drew and wanted him in my mouth so badly.

Drew's summer at the firm was ending and he was returning to college, but he had been offered a job with us starting in just 8 months, so I had to figure out what was going on in my head. On the weekend before he returned to school, I invited him over to my place to watch a ball game. He turned red, shaking his head saying that would be "too dangerous". I didn't ask what was dangerous about my apartment, probably because I knew what he was thinking. Drew was closeted bi and realized that I was thinking of the same thing, but he didn't want to cheat on his fiancee. 

I figured that I would get another chance when Drew returned the following year but he ended up rejecting our offer, doubtless because of our unspoken attraction. I never saw him again but the seed had been planted. Now it just had to grow into reality.

2

A few weeks after Drew left, I met Janine, a lovely young trader who lived just a few blocks away from me. We started sharing cabs to work and I found myself leaving early to match her schedule, so that we could share a cab back home. Eventually I invited her over for a weekend dinner and made my move that evening, a resounding success. We soon became an item and I forgot about Drew and my fantasy, falling in love with Janine.

We eventually moved in together and it began to look quite serious. I was still jerking off on occasion, but my fantasies were more along the lines of a threesome with Janine and another woman. 

I was starting to consider a marriage proposal when the company dropped a bombshell. They wanted to transfer me overseas, to Hong Kong. It was part of a fast-track program and I had been identified as someone with managerial potential which could be honed in a foreign office. It was only for two years, and Janine agreed that it was best for my career. She didn't want to give up her job so we agreed to try a long-distance relationship. 

Janine accompanied me to JFK where I boarded a Cathay Pacific flight to Hong Kong. I kissed her goodbye and went through security, looking forward to my first foreign posting. I should have realized that my excitement for this opportunity had left Janine feeling hurt, but I was too selfish to think much beyond the huge salary and perks I would be receiving for the next two years.

My first few days in Hong Kong were a whirlwind -- meeting my new staff, getting over the jet lag, and trying to figure out how to get around this incredibly energetic city. Weekends were spent looking for a place to live. The 12-hour time difference did not allow Janine and myself much time to chat by phone but I still sent her email on a daily basis. I was staying in a five star hotel but work kept me in the office until 9 or 10 every night, so I had little chance to relax until my third weekend, when I finally had a day to myself. 

After sleeping in, I spent the afternoon in bed, just relaxing. I jerked off, thinking about Janine. Surprisingly, I wasn't lonely and didn't really miss her that much. I was so busy getting settled that I didn't have time for such emotions. I didn't know it at the time, but she didn't miss me that much either.

With nothing else to do, I turned on the TV and flipped around but there wasn't anything interesting on. I decided to have a look at the adult offerings and chose a feature called "Suck-cessful Businessman". It featured a guy in a suit interviewing hot busty girls. It was incredibly corny, the guy would say "if you want the job, you should show me what kind of job you can do". The girl would smile demurely, take off her top, get down on her knees, pull out his gigantic member, and suck it until he came on her face. Then she would leave and another "candidate" would enter. Despite the rather poor quality, I found myself stroking to the action on screen, and for the first time in months, my thoughts went back to Drew. I started to focus on the cock on the screen, watching how the woman would suck it with apparent passion. I found myself wondering what it would be like to do that. The dormat fantasy had awoken and I jerked off imaging that it was me sucking that huge dick. 

3

After a month in the hotel, I moved into my new place just a few minutes from the office. I was offered a cleaning lady but I refused, preferring my privacy. The job had also returned to some level of normalcy, allowing me to get home by 7:00 most nights. The company did not have much of a social circle, so I usually would order some takeout on the way back and sit around my apartment. With no girlfriend nearby, I spent most evenings jerking off to internet porn. I had developed an addiction to watching blow job videos and spent hours watching girls suck dick after dick while I edged myself, saving my load for an enormous orgasm after a couple of hours.

Afterwards, as I lay in bed, I found myself thinking more and more about cock. I would start to jerk off again, coming up with more and more elaborate fantasies. In each one, I would end up on my knees, servicing a man, sucking his dick, licking his balls, and swallowing the result. Every time I came, I moaned so loudly I figured the neighbours could hear it. I realized that I had to do something about this obsession but I had no idea where to start.

The next evening I found an adult hookup site and began to browse. Men seeking men in Hong Kong was surprisingly busy with many expats like myself. I looked at a few profiles but as I hadn't registered, I couldn't send an email. I didn't have the courage to pay for this yet, so instead I proceeded to jerk off to a beautiful cock pic, dreaming of putting it in my mouth. 

The next few days I revisited the site, but each time I couldn't muster the courage to register, preferring to lurk and study the other guys. So many were bi and looking for something on the side, and it was comforting to know that I wasn't alone. Finally after about a week of procrastinating, I added a free profile, including a dick shot, using the headline "Curious first timer". I couldn't believe I was doing this, but the constant thought of cock had become too much for me.

The next day I hurried home after work to see if I had received any messages. A couple of guys had "flirted" but nobody had sent me anything meaningful. I knew I was being stupid, but I was disappointed. The site had some chat rooms, but there was nothing in Hong Kong that was interesting. I decided to step in up a notch and bought a 1-month membership. This allowed me to send messages to any other member. The question was whether I could actually hit the send button.

4

After a few more days of lurking and getting not a single message, I finally mustered the guts to respond to an ad. His handle was BiForHK but he was another white guy from the States here for work. From his description, he sounded like the sort of person I had been thinking about: young, but not too young, and not pushy -- just a guy looking for some fun. In the message, I told him my situation and how I was looking for someone to guide me into the world of man-to-man sex. When I checked my mail the next day, he had answered -- a polite but inviting reply. I gulped -- suddenly I realized that this could go places I had only imagined. 

I sent him a detailed description of myself and my interests, wondering if it would turn him off. Instead, he replied with a picture of his hairy chest and I knew that he was for real. I sent him my phone number and waited for him to call.

After three agonizing days of waiting, he phoned one evening. His voice was exactly how I imagined. We chatted, and I was so nervous, wondering where things would lead. When the conversation turned to our interests in the bedroom, I got incredibly hard. I told him I felt that I was ready to give my first blow job. He was happy to hear that and we made plans to meet the next evening. The following day at work, I was so nervous I couldn't concentrate. How would I react to seeing a man who knew what I wanted and who wanted the same thing? When I checked my mail to see where and when we were to meet, I was disappointed to find that he had cancelled, as work was running over. But he was still interested in meeting, so I didn't give up just yet.

I replied asking if he was free to meet on the weekend and he agreed. This time, there would be no backing out. He told me his address and asked me to come over early Sunday evening. I spent the weekend thinking of nothing else. About an hour before the appointed time, I hailed a taxi which took me to his place much faster than I expected. I had to kill 30 minutes outside, trying to hide my erection from passersby. I had a coffee in a nearby mall, and I was sure that everyone there knew that I was about to suck my first dick.

I finished my coffee and made my way outside, walking up a flight of stairs to reach his apartment complex. I buzzed from the lobby and the door opened, without him using the intercom. I stepped inside, aware that this was my last chance to be anonymous. I took the elevator to the 19th floor and knocked on his door. He opened it quickly and I was stunned. He was tall, short brown hair, good looking, and beaming with a sexual confidence that immediately got my attention. He was wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants. I shook his hand nervously, introducing myself. He smiled back knowingly and told me his name was Matt.

He showed me in, following behind and slightly touching my back as I entered. I shivered at his touch, realizing that my most secret fantasies were about to come true. He took me to his living room and I sat on the black leather couch while he got some drinks. He came back with two beers, and sat right beside me. I could smell his cologne and was surprised to realize that it was turning me on. I was clearly anxious, sittting motionless, clueless of how to proceed. He sensed my reluctance, and told me not to worry. He moved closer, putting his hand on my shoulder and massaging it briefly. 

He started asking questions about my time in Hong Kong, getting my mind off the reason I was there. As I sipped the beer and answered his questions, I began to relax. He asked about my situation with Janine, and I explained the long-distance thing. He then deftly moved the subject to how I became interested in guys and I told him about Drew and how meeting him had planted the seed that had taken me to his apartment. He then told me about some of this early experiences and how it was so liberating for him. I mentioned how I had started watching blow job porn but I had never seen another guy's hard cock in person. Matt must have anticipated this because while I was talking, he had slipped his gorgeous 8-inch member through the fly in his pajama pants and was slowly stroking it. I couldn't believe it. Here I was sitting next to a guy with a massive hard-on and he wanted me to suck it.

Without a moment's hesiation, I lowered my head and put his cock in my mouth. I was now officially a cocksucker. He was surprised at my eagerness as my tongue explored his head and shaft. I removed my mouth and looked at his cock, amazed at what I had just done. I put my hand on it and felt the pulsing warmth. "Did you enjoy that?" Matt asked. I could only nod.

I got off the couch and onto my knees, my face right in front of his cock. I stared at it for a few seconds, admiring it's thickness and the beauty of the head, and then noticing the precum that had formed on the tip. Without thinking, my tongue darted out to taste it. He moaned, placing his hands on my head encouraging me to go further, and I knew it was time. I opened my mouth again and slid his dick inside, and began to slowly suck it, up and down, concentrating on making sure my teeth didn't scrape the skin. 

Matt's balls were big and shaved and I cupped them with one hand while continuing to suck this incredible cock. It was everything I had imagined. Warm and wet, and so very hard. I loved the taste and his musky smell. My hand stroked his balls slowly. He moaned loudly, telling me to suck it harder. It was my first blow job and I was in heaven. 

I continued to move my mouth up and down his pole, his hand guiding my inexperienced head. I kept him in my mouth as long as possible, my tongue licking his tip and his shaft over and over again as I continued to suck, stronger and faster. It was incredible to feel this man weaken in my grip. I left his cock and moved down to his balls, licking and sucking them, making him hotter than ever. It was the first time I had put balls in my mouth and the feeling was unreal. After a minute or two of working down below, I returned my mouth to his cock, revelling in this great new sensation. I could feel him tensing when he suddenly removed himself from my mouth.

He sat down on the couch, and asked me to get up beside him. I tried to go back for more, but he wanted me now. I obliged by removing my remaining clothes and showing him my 7-inch cock. His eyes opened wide and he forced me onto my back, moving his head quickly to my raging hard-on, immediately taking my entire length into his mouth. His tongue massaged the tip of my cock as his head bobbed up and down, sucking hard and fast. I could not believe how good he was -- clearly, this was not his first experience. He slowed and began to take his time on my dick, alternating between licking it and my balls, occasionally moving back to the head to taste some of my juices. It was true ecstasy and I couldn't bear to be the only recipient. 

Matt realized this too. Without his head leaving my cock, he manoeuvred his body around so that his dick was back in my face. I hungrily placed it in my mouth and began to suck, swallowing the delicious pre-cum that had accumulated. For what seemed like hours, we went at each other, both greedy for as much cock as we could handle. Although this was my first experience with a cock in my mouth, I was loving every bit of it, quite literally. 

Suddenly, Matt stopped sucking me and asked me to do the same. Then he told me he wanted to swallow everything I had. I couldn't say no, and he went back down, licking and sucking me so perfectly that within a minute I was ready to burst. He looked up and smiled, and told me to let it go. I finally exploded, shooting my load into his mouth, spurting time and again in pure pleasure. He made sure to swallow every little bit, slowly licking my cock as I continued to shudder in ecstasy.

Although I had finished, I knew that things weren't over yet. A glance at his massive member told me that it was my turn to eat. I was worried about my first time swallowing a hot wad of man-juice, but after what he had done for me, I knew that I had no other option but to try. He stood up and I went down on my knees as I had seen girls do in so many movies. His cock was so wet and hard as I placed my mouth over it and began to suck, trying to get as much of it in my mouth as I could. I tried to deep throat him, but my novice mouth couldn't manage his whole rock-hard dick at once. But it didn't matter to him. I knew that he was excited at being the first to mouth-fuck me, and so I went back to just sucking and licking him, trying to bring him to orgasm and with it, my first real taste of another man.

As I continued to work on him, I could feel the pressure building in his cock, working towards a massive release. My hand went back to his sack and I could feel his balls readying to unleash their steaming contents. I went harder and faster, and could hear his moaning increasing its pace as well. I knew he was getting close and then suddenly he screamed and my mouth was filled with a shot of his love juice. I was shocked and immediately swallowed it, not even tasting it before he spurted another and then another and yet another. I couldn't keep up with the barrage and some of his cum went over my lips and rolled down my chin. I tried to eat what I could, gulping as soon as each wad entered my mouth and by the time he finished his full load, I had caught up. I slowly licked his cock once more, paying special attention to its juicy tip before standing up next to him. He noticed his cum on my face and wiped it off, offering the rest to me. I greedily sucked it from his fingers, completing the job.


Becoming a Slave Ch. 01



We both sat down on the couch to relax. As I sat there watching his cock slowly shrink, the realization hit me. I had just given a blow job and eaten another man's cum and I loved it. I loved being a cocksucker.



Becoming a Slave Ch. 02



Chapter 2 - Shame and Acceptance

1

As I sat on Matt's couch, the taste of his cock and cum in my mouth, I began to shiver. Matt got me a towel and told me to take a hot shower to warm up. I did so without thinking, my mind a whirlwind of images: Matt's beautiful dick, me on my knees, eating his cum. After so many years of fantasizing I had finally done the deed. As I dried off, Matt came in and slapped my ass. I realized that he hadn't tried to kiss me and took a step towards him, looking for some contact. He backed off and told me that he didn't kiss men. I was so new to this game that I was a bit taken aback but said nothing other than a meek apology. Matt entered the shower while I returned to the living room to get dressed, wondering if I was just a one-night stand. The euphoria I had felt just minutes earlier had disappeared.

When Matt finished and came out of the shower, I was already dressed and ready to go home, as it had become quite late on this Sunday night. I had no idea what to say. I wanted to meet him again, but I didn't want to appear like an overeager schoolgirl with a crush. I told him I had a good time and he said he'd mail me in a couple of weeks as he would be out of town until then. We shook hands and he showed me out.

As I walked down the hill to hail a taxi, I began to have second thoughts. I became convinced that passersby knew my secret. Was there cum in my hair? Did my breath smell like cock? I hadn't brushed my teeth and could still taste Matt's cum on my tongue. It wasn't as appealing as earlier, and I felt my first pangs of regret. What had I done? Suddenly the label was not just cocksucker, but dirty down-low cum-swallowing cocksucker. I was conflicted. I had enjoyed sucking Matt's dick while I was doing it, but now I saw myself as a pathetic prostitute who hadn't even been paid. Suddenly I was sure that I didn't want to do it again.

After returning home, I immediately went to the adult site where I had first encountered Matt and changed the sexuality on my profile to straight. I didn't need any other guys contacting me. The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that my cocksucking days were over. It was a failed experiment.

The next day at work, I tried to forget about the experience, but I had become paranoid and thought my colleagues could tell that I had another man's cum in my stomach. Of course, that wasn't true, but I was still ashamed of what I had done. If other people knew, what would they think of me? That night I went back to the site and found a message from a young local lady. She was online so I responded and we were quickly chatting. I was driven by a desire to prove myself straight so I invited her over. Surprisingly she accepted and within 30 minutes she was in my apartment. She was perhaps 21 and nervous and I realized she might not have much experience in this arena. I had her sit on the couch while I poured a glass of wine for each of us.

I didn't waste much time, making small talk for a few minutes before moving close and kissing her, a seduction by force. She didn't seem to mind my aggressiveness though and was energetic in her response. We were soon in my bedroom where I nearly ripped off her clothes. When she was naked, I pushed her onto the bed and straddled her chest, my cock at her mouth. She suddenly seemed unsure of what to do, so I told her to open her mouth. She complied and I shoved my cock in, face fucking her hard. She gagged a few times, so I pulled out and entered her pussy instead. I was vicious, fucking her like a wild man, all to prove to myself that I was not gay. I could tell that she was no longer enjoying it as I rammed her again and again. Just before I came, I pulled my cock out and shot my load all over her face. She had no idea what had hit her as she lay there covered in my jizz, but I didn't care. I was not gay. An asshole maybe, but not gay. I got her a towel and watched as she disgustedly wiped my cum off her face. I offered her the shower, but she wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. I didn't bother with any pleasantries as I knew she would never come back after the way I treated her. 

After she left, I relaxed, confident again in my sexuality. It occurred to me that I had cheated on Janine not once but twice. I felt no guilt though. We had been talking less over the past few weeks, as is typical in a long-distance relationship, and it was obvious that we were not going to stay together much longer. It turned out that I wasn't the only one being unfaithful, Janine had met somebody and was spending her evenings with him, which explained why she didn't have time to talk with me. The official breakup was still weeks away though, but for all intents and purposes, I was single again.

Over the next couple of weeks, I went to bars trying to pick up women every night. I succeeded a couple of times, and when I didn't, I went to a club where I knew I could pay for one. I fucked 8 different chicks during that time, and I was convinced that my gay experiences were far behind me. I couldn't have been more wrong.

2

When I got home Friday night, I saw that I had received a message from Matt. He had returned from his business trip and wanted me to drop by tomorrow. I had not expected to hear from him again and my cock stirred against my wishes. What was wrong with me? I spent hours trying to ignore the message, but the memories of my first night with a cock in my mouth returned. I began to stroke myself and while I was hard, I replied to the message, agreeing to drop by Saturday evening. I then jerked off thinking of Matt's dick pulsating in my mouth. 

The next day I was a nervous wreck. I had spent so much time trying to convince myself that I was straight but my cock had other ideas. I simply had no control over its desires, so that evening I found myself hailing a taxi to Matt's place. As I walked up the hill to his apartment, my cock was achingly hard. Matt buzzed me in and I took the elevator, hiding my hard-on from another passenger.

At Matt's door, I hesitated. Was I really going to suck cock again? Before I could knock, Matt opened the door a bit. It was odd that he hadn't opened it fully. I took the bait, walking in and shutting the door behind me but Matt wasn't there. I removed my shoes and went to the living room, but he wasn't on the couch either. I continued to look for him, perplexed, trying the bathroom and coming up empty. The only place left was the bedroom, which I had not seen on my last visit. The door was partially closed, so I pushed it open and there was Matt, naked on the bed with his gorgeous cock hard and ready for me. "Come and suck this straight boy", he said. 

He had obviously seen the change in my online profile and was teasing me. He knew I wasn't straight and I had to admit the same to myself. Straight men don't call cocks gorgeous. The hesitation and nerves that I had felt all day were gone. I immediately got on the bed and began to lick his cock and balls, stroking him, burying my face in his crotch and smelling his musky scent again. "I said suck it", he demanded.

I looked at him and put his cock in my mouth while maintaining eye contact. He smiled at me and began to grind his hips, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. I let him face fuck me for a while and then started sucking him. I guess I had improved my technique from the first time as he didn't complain and was groaning loudly. He continued to lie on the bed and I continued to service him, feeling his balls while my mouth and tongue worked on his dick. "Finger my ass, straight boy", he commanded.

I had never touched another guy's asshole but my hand slowly moved under his balls and I tentatively brushed it with my finger. "That won't do", he said and sat up, removing his cock from my mouth and turning over, showing me his ass. 

"Lick my asshole! Make it wet and finger it!"

I didn't know what to do. My fantasies had always been about cock. I had rimmed a few ladies but this was too much. Matt got into a doggie position and raised his ass to my face. "If you don't want it, you can leave now. No more cock for you". 

Oh God, I wanted his cock back in my mouth so badly. I slowly lowered my face to his ass and kissed his puckered asshole. My tongue darted out and I started to lick it, its rough edges surprisingly pleasurable to me. I pushed my face into his ass and my tongue forced its way inside his hole, as he moaned wildly. I found myself enjoying the feeling as my hand reached around to grab his cock and stroke it. I began to lick and kiss his asshole with vigor, making it wetter and wetter while my hand continued to work on his cock. My tongue probed deeper into his asshole, stretching it and drenching it with my spit. 

"Finger me!" 

I removed my face from his asshole and inserted my finger. Despite the wetness, it was tight. I pushed a little bit harder and his asshole opened a bit, much to his delight. He pushed his ass towards me and my finger disappeared inside. Suddenly Matt pushed me off the bed and told me to get on my knees. I did as I was told, my finger remaining lodged in his ass. Matt cautiously stood up, ensuring my finger did not fall out, and slapped my face with his cock, leaving traces of precum on my cheeks. As I continued to finger him, he forced his cock into my mouth. I started to suck but had trouble doing that while fingering him too. I relaxed my mouth and let him take control while my finger explored his backside. He was certainly enjoying it as he gyrated his body, his cock pushing deep into my mouth while his asshole kept hold of my finger. I couldn't believe that he had cum yet as he slowly pleasured himself with my mouth.

I had yet to undress and my cock was straining against my jeans, and there was a small wet spot where my own precum was leaking out. I was in agony down there and I finally pulled my finger out of Matt's ass and undid my jeans to allow my cock some breathing room, without letting Matt's cock out of my warm mouth. With both hands free, I grabbed his balls and began to suck him, taking control again, slurping up and down repeatedly, paying particularly attention to his head, which I loved to kiss and suck. I could feel his balls tensing a bit and thought I would soon be drinking another load of Matt's juice when he suddenly pulled out. "Get naked and on the bed!", he ordered. 

I quickly removed my clothes and hopped onto the bed, lying flat on my back. Matt quickly straddled me and I had flashbacks to the previous week, where I had done the same to that poor girl. He cock slapped me a few times and told me to kiss it. I did as I was told, puckering my lips and kissing his cock tip, and licking the sensitive part just underneath. He started to stroke himself faster and his cock banged into my nose and eyes. Without warning, he pushed my head down on the pillow and let out a grunt. I would not be eating tonight. His first spurt hit me in the eye and he proceeded to expertly cover the rest of my face with his load. When he was done, he dismounted and admired his handiwork. "Take care of yourself, straight boy".

I couldn't move my head because it was covered in cum. Matt didn't offer me a towel. I suddenly knew how the girl I had facialized just 12 days prior felt. My cock was still hard though, so I began to jerk off while Matt watched. He brought his semi-stiff cock back to my mouth and I kissed it. I found myself incredibly turned on by the smell of his cum and the feeling of his cock losing its rigidity. I soon exploded myself, coming all over my stomach and chest.

I lay there for a minute, my face drenched with Matt's seed, my body with my own. Matt made no move to help me clean up, he just grinned. "Not so straight after all."

3

Eventually, Matt allowed me to take a shower. Before entering, I looked at my face in the mirror, stunned at what I saw. There was barely a patch of skin that wasn't covered by a streak or clump of white. Matt had saved up for this I thought. Surprisingly, I didn't mind the sight or the feeling.

I showered slowly, taking care to ensure that the smell of cum was gone. As the hot water pelted my shoulders, I knew I had to figure myself out. I was obviously not straight, but not gay. Still, I had to admit I had enjoyed the experience, being ordered to service a man. What was I then? 

When I returned to the bedroom, Matt had dressed. He invited me to have a drink with him and as it was Saturday, I agreed. He admitted that he had seen my profile change, but he wasn't surprised in the least. He told me that many straight guys feel shame after giving their first blow job. The whole masculinity thing is hard to shake, and it takes time to accept that you enjoy cock. His explanation relieved me, but talking to the man who had just covered my face with his cum was surreal. I wondered what would come next.

Matt asked me if I had any other fantasies, and I admitted that I didn't. I had always focused on sucking so the rim job, fingering and receiving a facial were all new to me. He asked me to think about some and told me not to worry, being bisexual was a whole lot better than being straight. As he showed me out, he told me he would write again soon.

After I got back to the apartment, I still felt a bit of shame. I had been abused by another man. He had forced me to suck him, lick his asshole, finger it, and take his cum on my face. Then I had to jerk off as well. Deep down, I knew I liked it and I knew that I would be doing it again. As I searched the Internet, I found that there was a sizable portion of the male population like me. Straight identified but who loved to suck cock. I realized that I was a bi submissive. There was no point denying it, shame or not: I enjoyed orally servicing other men. 

4

Three days later, Matt wrote me, asking me about my fantasies. I had begun to think about some things I would like to try, but I didn't want to rush it. I really wanted to concentrate on improving my sucking technique. I told him as much and he invited me over the following night. 

I had the routine down pat. Taxi to the bottom of the hill, walk up, get buzzed in and try to hide my raging hard on from any other passengers in the elevator. This time Matt met me at the door, still dressed in his work clothes. He led me to the couch, where he sat down. I tried to sit next to him, but he pushed me onto the floor, forcing me to my knees in front of him. "Practice makes perfect", was all he said.

I hesitated. Both the previous times, he had presented his hard cock for me to suck. Now it was hidden beneath his pinstripe pants. I couldn't see anything stirring there, so I moved my head into his crotch and kissed the fabric. I could feel his dick with my lips so I kissed again, harder. Matt's cock began to twitch. I reached for it and stroked, feeling it slowly harden. I undid his belt and the button on his trousers, unzipping his pants, revealing a pair of tight black briefs with the cock slowly taking shape behind them. Again, I moved in and kissed it through the cotton. I loved the feeling of his underwear on my mouth and began to lick it, making it wet. Matt was still wearing his shirt, so I moved my attention to that, unbuttoning it slowly and kissing his hairy chest underneath. I spent some time on his nipples, licking them lightly as the shirt came off. I realized that during our previous sessions, my attention had been solely on his cock and balls, so I hadn't spent any time on his upper body. He seemed to like it as I kissed and sucked his nipples, making them hard enough to bite lightly. My hand meanwhile was on his cock, rubbing it through his underwear while Matt kicked off his pants. He allowed me to explore him and I moved up, kissing him on his shoulders and neck. I remembered he wasn't into kissing men on the lips, so I moved back down before I got carried away.

I slowly moved my head lower onto his abs, kissing and licking on the way down, my hand continuing to feel his cock strengthening. Matt was losing patience and he began to push my head towards his member, the head of which was now tenting through the fly in his briefs, glistening with precum. I kissed it, tasting him again, before putting back inside his underwear. I wanted more of that wet cotton in my mouth and again began to lick and suck his cock through his briefs. I couldn't believe how much I enjoyed this new experience. Drops of precum appeared and I licked them hungrily. After a minute or two of this, his shorts were completely soaked with my spit. I knew it was time to see my evening meal. I moved back to get a good look. Matt's rock-hard cock was perfectly outlined within the briefs. I stared at it in lust. Slowly my hands made their way to the waistband. I realized that there was nothing more in the world I wanted than to see that cock in all its glory. I slipped the briefs down and over his cock, groaning uncontrollably in anticipation. I rolled them down his legs and Matt was now naked in front of me. I stared at his cock, transfixed, while I took off my own clothes, leaving just my underwear on. 

I knew Matt was desperate for my mouth on his member, so I moved in close and put it in my mouth. I knew for sure now that I was bi, I simply loved the feeling of his dick in my mouth. I slowly began to suck, trying to deep throat him without gagging. I was more successful than in the past and he encouraged me to keep going. His cockhead was in my throat as my mouth and tongue explored the shaft. It was too much to take, so I let it out to grab a breath. As I held it for a second, I realized that I loved it. I loved Matt's cock and wanted to make it happy. I proceeded to suck, lick, stroke, and eat his cock and balls for nearly 30 minutes as he grunted and groaned. Every time I sucked, I let out an involuntary moan, my own cock incredibly hard and ready to explode itself.

Matt finally managed to ask where I wanted it. I loved my facial from a few days ago, but I wanted to taste his full load again. Without letting his cock out of my mouth, I signaled that I would eat his cum. Matt nodded his approval and I went back to sucking hard, waiting for my reward. I didn't have to wait long, as Matt suddenly bucked his hips, driving his cock deep into my mouth and sending a first shot of cum straight down my throat. I continued to suck as he came in spurts and I caught every bit, loving the taste and texture. After he finished, I continued to suck him as he relaxed, his cock slowly softening in my mouth. When I finally pulled back, his beautiful dick lay there satisfied and I realized that I was satisfied too. I had made my new love happy.



Becoming a Slave Ch. 03



Chapter 3 – Five Fantasies Fulfilled

1

A couple of weeks had passed since I had accepted my sexuality. I truly loved cock, and Matt's cock in particular. I wanted to spend my free time with it in my mouth, or hand, or slapping my face, ready to taste and eat its creamy cum. Sadly, Matt was out of town quite a bit, although he did have me over a few more times, where he let me suck him dry. I had become adept at bringing him to completion with my mouth and hand, and the last time I was able to jerk myself off while he came in my mouth. The mutual orgasm was probably the most incredible thing I had ever felt.

It was Saturday and I was checking my mail every few minutes as I knew Matt would return from another of his business trips today. Sure enough, he had written but I was stunned when I read it. Instead of inviting me over for another suck session, he was telling me that he had started a relationship with another guy and wanted to be faithful. I was crushed. I would never see, touch, or suck his delicious cock again. I asked if I could give him one last goodbye suck, desperation obvious in my tone, but he refused. He did tell me to keep seeking other men because I was a great cocksucker and I should get as much experience as possible. He then mentioned Craigslist and coming up with some personal fantasies, and that was the last I ever heard from Matt and his cock.

Late that night I called Janine on the computer. As I mentioned, we were drifting apart but I was suddenly lonely and vulnerable. She eventually answered but had forgotten to turn her video off. I immediately knew that I would be dumped twice in the same day. She had clearly been fooling around; her hair was mussed and she was flushed, a bra strap showing on one shoulder. I tried to break it off right away, but she beat me to the punch, telling me she met someone else and we were through. I told her to take care and signed off. I was far more upset about losing Matt's cock than Janine and went to bed to mope, falling asleep and dreaming of sucking Matt off in front of everyone at work, waking with a raging hard-on that I immediately took care of.

The next day I was in better spirits and decided to take Matt's advice about fantasies and thought about some new things that I wanted to do with a guy. I loved sucking cock and had already eaten cum a few times as well as been the recipient of a full-on facial. Anal sex did not interest me, I was far more into orally pleasing the man and swallowing cum. I realized that Matt had never kissed me and I made that my first fantasy: to make out with another man. I also remembered how much I loved sucking and licking his cock while he was still wearing his briefs and wanted to make a man cum while he was wearing his underwear.

I continued to think about cocks and wondered what it would be like to be pissed on. I had done golden showers with a couple of women, but they never did it to me. I started to dream of being in a shower on my knees while a man streamed his piss all over me. That became my third fantasy. As I surfed the net looking for stories that would turn me on, I found a video where a guy ate a pizza while four other guys came on it. I thought that was incredibly hot and made cum-covered food fantasy number four. I then realized that since I loved cock so much, I would probably love two cocks even more. An all-guy threesome became my fifth and final fantasy. I resolved to spend the next couple of months finding guys who would help me become more experienced, fulfill my fantasies and forget Matt in the process.

The adult hookup site I had used to meet Matt still had my profile as straight, so I went to Craigslist as Matt suggested. It didn't take long for me to realize that this was the mother lode – even in a place like Hong Kong, there were dozens of men looking for a bi or gay experience, every single day. I found one guy who was visiting and looking for another guy to come to his hotel for some fun. I replied to his ad, giving him my stats and a picture of my cock. He was quick to answer and in my reply, I asked him if he liked kissing. He was OK with that, and told me his hotel and room number. It all happened in less than an hour and I marveled at how many opportunities I had missed over the past few months. I had heard about problems with Craigslist but it turned out that most posts were from horny men who weren't getting any at home and turned to bi sex to get off.

I arrived at his swanky hotel and went to his room without being noticed. It was a different experience that I had become used to with Matt as I had not even spoken to this man before. He opened the door quickly and motioned me in. I quickly realized that I had no idea what to do in this situation. Whereas with Matt, we had discussed our plans beforehand and he had prepared, this time I wasn't sure who would make the first move. I didn't even know this guy's name. While I stood there like an idiot, he had moved to the bed. I finally got a look at him. About 40, balding, not unattractive but nothing compared to Matt. He was wearing a hotel-issue bathrobe that was quite long, covering most of his body. I wasn't sure I wanted to continue, but from the way he was looking at me I could tell that he liked what he saw. I knew that many women found me good-looking, but I never thought myself attractive to members of the same sex. 

He motioned me to the bed, so I took off my shoes and hopped up next to him, unsure of what would transpire but not strong enough to run away. He immediately began rubbing my crotch. I tried to relax but I was really nervous; I had gotten myself into a situation where I wasn't in control. He must have sensed my anxiety because he asked if I was OK. I muttered something about being new to this and he smiled, telling me to lie back and relax. He then undid my jeans, sliding them off my legs and tossing them on the chair next to the bed. My cock wasn't hard yet but he continued to rub it as he kissed my chest and stomach. He was enjoying himself as he slowly moved his tongue down my body, using his teeth to remove my underwear. He gazed at my hardening cock with unbridled lust, telling me how beautiful it was, before putting it in his mouth and beginning to suck. I lay there for 20 minutes with a complete stranger giving me head, my mind thinking about how weird my life had become rather than appreciating the effort this man was expending on my account. He didn't seem to mind though, gleefully teasing my dick with his tongue. I didn't know if I wanted to kiss him or suck him, so I didn't offer, allowing him to continue pleasuring me. I couldn't say I was enjoying it, with the memories of my experience with Matt still fresh in my mind. I hadn't realized it at the time, but Matt was the perfect teacher. He wasn't pushy, was attractive with a great cock, and helped me overcome my initial shame with some words of encouragement. Was this what he had led me to with his advice about Craigslist and fantasies? I wondered if he would be disappointed in how quickly I had moved into this world.

Finally, Baldy (he had never told me his name, which I soon discovered was an unwritten rule in these anonymous encounters) stopped sucking me and looked up. He asked me if I wanted to suck him. By now his bathrobe and come loose, but it was still covering his dick. I reached over and lifted the bathrobe. When I saw what he had, my reservations were cancelled. It was enormous, probably 10 inches long, thick, red, with a huge, leaking mushroom head. It reminded me of cocks I had seen in those porno movies. I looked at him and nodded silently. I opened the bathrobe fully and kissed his chest and nipples as my hand stretched to grab his cock. I moved up to his shoulders when he pulled me close to him and kissed me on my lips. His whiskers burned as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back and moved my hand up to his head, cradling it as we began to make out. Our tongues touched and I found myself fulfilling my first fantasy. It didn't bother me that he was older and balding, I was making out with another guy and I liked it. We kept kissing, deeply at first, then lightly, then with tongues. I could taste my cock as he probed me and found it a wonderful turn on. After a few minutes though, my face was raw with whisker burn and I moved away, turning my attention to his now throbbing member. 

I went down on him, amazed at how this rather boring looking guy could have such a fantastic package. As I stretched my mouth around its girth, I realized that this was cock number 2 for me. I had trouble at first as I wasn't used to such a thick rod, but I slowly got the hang of it and began to suck, moving my head up and down his dick. My inexperience left me unable to take the whole thing in my mouth, so I had to lick the end of his shaft to keep it wet. I also dove into his balls, which were hairy and musky and a new experience. But nothing could top his dick. I returned to it and spent the next 15 minutes eagerly sucking it while he watched me. 

Suddenly he pulled out and told me to turn over. I quickly told him no anal, and he said not to worry. I did as I was told and he straddled my ass, jerking off. Suddenly he yelped and I felt his cum on my ass. It was a weird feeling, but he was obviously loving it. When he was done, he wiped his cum into my ass crack, and then lightly fingered my asshole with it. I was surprised by his actions, but not turned off. When he had satisfied himself, he turned me over and went back to sucking me. Within minutes I was ready and told him so. He stopped sucking me and got off the bed, onto his knees. "Face, face, face," he grunted.

I stood up in front of him and began to jerk off, coming almost immediately. He moaned as my cum landed on his forehead, nose, cheeks, and chin. As I finished, I sat back down on the bed, exhausted. He stayed on his knees, my cum dripping off his face and onto the floor. "You can go," was all he said.

I wanted to shower, especially with his cum in my ass, but was forced to wash up quickly and get dressed. As soon as my boxers were on I could feel his cum dripping into them. He had not moved, staying on his knees with my cum slowly drying on his face. He told me to be quiet and quick on the way out as his co-workers were around. I checked the hallway through the peephole and when the coast was clear, opened the door and snuck out, without even saying goodbye.

My boxers were wet and I knew I smelled like sex, so I walked home, which was only 20 minutes or so. As I did, I reflected on my first anonymous encounter. I certainly had enjoyed some of it, particular my first giant cock, but the end result was not satisfying. I had loved Matt's cock, but this unknown guy was just a way for me to trying to get over losing it. I was on the rebound, and like all men on the rebound, I would take whatever I could get in order to regain my self-esteem.

2

I spent every evening that week on Craigslist, studying the ads. I had begun to think about my other fantasies and was jerking off regularly to them but there wasn't anybody looking to do the same. On Friday night, I decided to post my own ad to see what I could find. I wrote about my underwear fetish and how I wanted to suck cock through a pair of dark, tight boxers. Within 15 minutes of the ad going live, I had two replies. One was a from a local Chinese guy, the other from a white guy who was visiting. I wasn't particularly attracted to Asian men, so I replied to the white guy first. He said he would love for me to come by his hotel and help him shoot a load, so I asked him for a picture of him in his boxers. He sent one through with his cock clearly outlined in a tight pair of navy blue shorts. My mouth watered as soon as I laid eyes on it. I told him what I wanted to do and he invited me over, telling me the hotel and room number. 

I hurried over, grabbing a taxi and racing to the elevator when I arrived. It was one of the classiest hotels in the city and he was on the 50th floor, clearly he worked for a big company with a lot of coin. I took the elevator up and found his room. Before I could knock, he opened the door and let me in. He was tall and good looking, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes that were sparkling in anticipation. A square jaw completed the picture. I was surprised that I wanted to kiss him, a feeling I had not experienced before. 

He invited me in and offered me a drink from the mini-bar. I accepted a beer and we started to chat, again avoiding names. I admired the amazing view while we made small talk. It was surreal for me to think about why I was here. He obviously had done this before and was completely relaxed. He asked me if I was bi or gay, and how long I had been doing this sort of thing. I was truthful and told him about my fantasy while looking pointedly at his crotch, imagining the blue boxers hiding beneath his pants. He stood up and moved towards me on the other chair. I didn't need any encouragement. I immediately got on my knees and undid his belt and fly. He slipped out of his trousers and took off his shirt, revealing a beautifully sculpted chest and abs. His cock was not hard yet but I could see its shape inside his boxers. I put my hands on his ass and brought him close to my face. I loved the feeling of his cotton boxers and rubbed his bubble butt while I pushed my face into his crotch. I could smell his scent and inhaled deeply. I could feel his cock hardening and began to kiss it and lick it, making his boxers damp. I loved feeling his cock get harder and harder as I continued to press my mouth over its shape. He put his hands on my head and began to thrust his hips, face fucking me as best he could. By now his cock was rock solid and I could actually put the tip of it in my mouth as it tented his shorts. There was a lot of precum which I licked, trying to taste it. I closed my mouth around his tip and tried to suck it, my hands still on his ass. He kept thrusting, and his tip was in and out of my mouth, his boxers by now completely wet with his precum and my saliva. 

I was truly enjoying this, and I wanted him to cum in his underwear so I could eat it. He continued to push and I realized he was thinking the same thing. I opened my mouth wide as he quickened his pace, his breath short. He grabbed my head and pulled me into him as he began to cum. There were no shots in my throat though, the cum just leaked through his boxers. I used my tongue to lick it off and swallow it as he continued to moan, holding me tight against him. As he finished, he let me go and I looked at what I had just done. There was still some cum that had snuck through, so I sucked it off. He took off his boxers, and I saw what a gorgeous cock he had, 7 inches of beauty glistening with leftover cum. Before I could get to that, he showed me the inside of his underwear, also covered in cum. I opened my mouth and he pushed his boxers inside, ensuring I got as much cum as I could. I loved his taste and the feeling of cotton on my tongue. I ate every drop.

When I was finished with his underwear, I returned my attention to his cock, not wanting that cum to go to waste, so I began to suck it, the third cock I had in my mouth in my life. Amazingly as I sucked he began to harden again. I grabbed his balls and began to give him a real blow job, but he pulled out, saying he wanted to piss first. I realized that I could fulfill two fantasies in one night and without thinking, asked him if he wanted to piss on me. He raised his eyebrows, surprised by my request, but he accepted. I took off my clothes and followed him into the bathroom.

The shower was set up with a mirror inside and I got inside and on my knees so I could watch myself get pissed on. He entered and asked me where he should point. I didn't want to drink it, just for him to piss all over shoulders and chest. His cock was flaccid by now and he held against against my face for a second. I kissed the tip and moved back, watching the mirror as he let loose. His piss was warmer than I expected as it fell all over me. I couldn't believe what I was seeing – myself on my knees in a shower in a hotel in Hong Kong, having a complete stranger pissing on me. It was over in 20 seconds and the smell of piss dominated the shower. Before I could get up though, he came closer and told me to suck him. 

My knees were still resting in his piss as I grabbed his cock and put it in my mouth. I could taste the last bit of his piss and it was very bitter, but it was quickly replaced by the deliciousness of his cock. He was still soft but as I began to suck, he got hard again very quickly. I began to touch my cock, feeling his piss in my pubes. I gave him a good long blow job, but the odor of his piss on my body and the floor became too strong to continue. I pulled his cock out and asked if we could clean up. He agreed and we showered together. I got in close and we washed each other's backs, which was surprisingly erotic. As we turned to face each other, I leaned in to kiss him and was relieved that he responded. We stood in the shower kissing for a long time, our dicks touching. My need for cock got the better of me, so I returned to my knees and he turned off the shower. I began to suck him again and I guess he had enjoyed kissing me as he came almost immediately. I had no trouble gulping down this smaller second load. As my mouth gripped his cock, I could feel his jism pulsating through the shaft as it entered my throat. It was an unreal experience and one I wanted to repeat as soon as possible.

My still anonymous partner was spent and returned to the bed. I was more than happy to jerk off in his shower, content that I had eaten cum through underwear and been pissed on at the same time. After I came, I briefly showered again. When I went out to dress, he was snoring in his bed, still naked. I stared at him for a minute, wondering if I should take a picture of his great body, but decided against it. How could that be explained if it was found? Instead I quietly let myself out and headed home, tired but satisfied.

3

I still had two fantasies to achieve but already Matt was a distant memory. I had learned a lot about myself in the meantime. I finally admitted that I loved sucking cock, and I loved cum anywhere on my body, especially streaming down my throat. I couldn't wait to eat something with another guy's cum in it. With that in mind, I placed another ad on Craigslist a couple of days later, wondering if anybody wanted to feed me a slice of jizza or a cumburger. This didn't seem to appeal to many others as nobody replied, even after several days. 

I decided to focus on my threesome fantasy instead. I posted a second ad, this time giving as much detail as I could without being identified. I admitted to be new to this, very orally submissive, and looking to suck two cocks at once. I knew my stats were an advantage given how many people refused to post anything like that, so I added those too, along with a cock pic. Sure enough, I had a reply within an hour. Turned out two gay guys were visiting later in the week and were looking to explore with a newbie. We exchanged several emails where I told them what I wanted and they told me about themselves. Finally, they agreed to write as soon as they arrived.

I was so horny for the rest of the week, every day was torture until I could get home and jerk off. The Friday they were scheduled to arrive passed so slowly; I was counting the minutes until I could get over to their place. I checked my email and they had arrived a bit early and expected me as soon as possible. I immediately told my secretary I needed to leave early and headed over to their hotel, not quite as classy as the one I had visited earlier, but still decent and not one where I would be out of place had I been noticed. I walked up to their 5th floor room and knocked.




Becoming a Slave Ch. 03



The door was opened by a small, white guy with big shoulders and muscles – clearly gym fit. He was sporting a crew cut with a clean-shaven and handsome face. He introduced himself as Ryan and shook my hand. The room was small, and his boyfriend was sitting on the bed. As I approached, he stood and I was surprised to see that he was very tall. Blond hair, clearly of Nordic descent, and cute. I was ready to get started but they wanted to talk a bit first. 

They sat together on the bed while they asked me a few questions about my experience. I told them the highlights of my recent cocksucking adventures, and they started to touch each other. When I mentioned that I had made out with a guy, they started to make out in front of me. I could not believe it – I was stunned by the passion of their kissing. It was obvious that they had deep feelings for each other as they each took off the other's shirt while I watched, temporarily unable to continue my stories. I was getting my first live gay porn show, and couldn't take my eyes off them. After they kissed a little more, they looked at me watching. This wasn't a show, they told me, and invited me over. It was time to make my fantasy a reality. I quickly moved to the couch, kissing Adam first, and then Ryan, who returned my kiss with as much passion as he could muster, his tongue probing my mouth. 

Adam removed my shirt as Ryan and I continued to kiss. making all of us topless. Ryan went for my chest and spent some time licking and kissing it while Adam and I shared our first real deep kisses. We all fell into the bed and began tearing at each other's pants. My own cock was throbbing with desire, but I wanted to see Ryan and Adam in all their hardness. First, Adam took off Ryan's pants, revealing nothing underneath but a delectable dick. Nine inches long and perfectly round and straight, with a tip that begged to be sucked and licked. Ryan then did the same to Adam, bringing out his uncut 8-inch shaft. I had never seen an uncut cock before and reached out to touch it, stroking it slowly. 

While I did that Adam began to suck on Ryan's dick. I greedily joined in, keeping my hand on Adam's member, and both of us tried to pleasure Ryan as much as possible. Adam eventually yielded to my eagerness and watched me suck and lick this gigantic cock with all my might. Ryan lay flat on the bed and Adam put his cock in Ryan's mouth. Then Adam began to suck me as we moved into a triangle, each of us sucking and being sucked. After a few minutes we switched and Adam's cock was in my mouth. I was surprised at how different it felt with the foreskin and it took me a few minutes to get used to it. I loved cock heads and his was hidden, forcing me to explore it with my mouth and hands. Meanwhile Ryan was sucking me and Adam was likewise taking care of Ryan. All of us were slurping greedily and it was truly an amazing feeling.

Eventually, Adam pulled his cock out of my mouth, and Ryan and I started to 69. I preferred Ryan's cut cock and began to love it as much as possible. Adam told Ryan to stop sucking me, and Ryan complied, lying down on the bed. I continued to suck his cock, licking and stroking, kissing his balls, and trying my best to make him shoot into my mouth. I realized that I was naked and wondered why Adam wasn't down below, sucking my own cock. Suddenly I felt his tongue on my ass – he was licking my hole with gusto. I was ecstatic at his surprise: I loved being rimmed and could not believe such a fantastic combination of feelings – a large, juicy cock in my mouth and a wet tongue licking every inch of my ass. 

Although I was close to heaven, Adam had other plans. Without warning, he stuck a finger in my asshole. It was the first time anything has ever been placed so deeply there, and it was a strange feeling. I wondered what he was doing, and so I stopped sucking Ryan's cock and looked behind me. Adam had lubed up his cock and was using his finger to get my ass ready for penetration. I had not wanted any anal sex, but suddenly I was powerless to resist. Ryan grabbed my head and forced it back onto his cock and in spite of my best efforts to stop him, Adam mounted me and slowly slid his cock into my ass. I tried to scream but couldn't as my throat was completely filled with Ryan's massive member. The pain caused my eyes to water as Adam began to fuck me, taking my virginity with what might have been rape, but I had no-one to complain to. I couldn't suck Ryan's dick as the pain was overwhelming, but Adam then leaned down and kissed my ear, whispering that he loved my ass and just wanted to fuck me. As he worked his cock in and out of me, I began to relax and appreciate the feeling, eventually going back to sucking Ryan. As Adam's rhythm increased, I pushed back, hoping for him to penetrate me deeper. It didn't take me long to become accustomed to having two cocks in my body and I increased my rhythm on Ryan's dick, hoping for a tasty treat, while Adam matched my pace.

After several minutes of having both my mouth and ass fucked, Ryan told me that he was about to cum, and so I went as hard as I could, sucking as much of this delicious dick as possible. Ryan heaved as he shot his steamy white load into my mouth. The stuff that I couldn't eat was around my chin and Adam leaned down from behind to lick it off, deep kissing me at the same time while he kept pounding my ass.

It was an incredible feeling, Ryan spurting wad after wad into my mouth while Adam fucked me deeply. As I was swallowing the last bits of Ryan's juice, Adam suddenly grabbed me and fucked me so hard that I thought I would explode – and then I felt his own juices entering my ass. He whispered in my ear how much he loved my ass as he continued to fuck me, his cum going deep into my body. I was in heaven, with two fantastic guys shooting their loads into me at almost the same time. 

Once Adam had finished, he got off me and kissed me, tasting Ryan's cum in my mouth. Then he said that it was my turn to enjoy something and he and Ryan went down on me together, each licking and sucking my rock hard prick. I was too horny to enjoy this for long and quickly squirted my load onto their faces. Both of them allowed me to cum all over them and then they proceeded to kiss, licking my cum off each other's face at the same time. Finally we all collapsed on each other, kissing as we fell asleep. 

4

When I woke about an hour later, my ass had leaked Adam's cum onto the bed, leaving me in the proverbial wet spot. I recalled being ravaged by Adam, but I had to admit that I loved the feeling of his dick in my ass. I looked at the two of them, both good-looking young men with great cocks. I was definitely not straight and glad about it. These guys had just given me one of the best sexual experiences of my life.

My stomach rumbled with hunger and I remembered I still had one fantasy to fulfill. I wondered if these guys would be willing to cum on some food for me while I ate it. I got out of bed and looked over the room service menu. Ryan stirred and asked me if I was hungry when he noticed what I was doing. I told him yes, and also my idea for a cum-covered meal. He enthusiastically agreed and woke Adam to tell him. We wanted to order something that could hold the cum while I ate. The menu was limited, so we decided on a pepperoni pizza. Adam ordered while Ryan and I showered together. We kissed a lot and I could feel his dick hardening against my leg. I tried to go down but he told me to wait until dinnertime. We stayed in the shower until the pizza was delivered and then Adam beckoned us out. He had dressed to accept the pizza while Ryan and I were still naked. The pizza had six pieces and we each ate one to get started. Then Ryan began to jack off as Adam stripped down. I immediately got on my knees and inserted Ryan's enormous cock in my mouth, feeling the now familiar pleasure that happens when my lips wrap themselves around a hard-on. 

Adam moved over and put his cock on my cheek. I began to alternate between the two of them, sucking each for a few seconds before returning to the other. They were kissing above me while I serviced them. I loved the differences between their two cocks and was having the time of my life. I tried to suck both of them at the same time, but my mouth couldn't accomplish such a feat. They didn't seem to mind. Eventually Ryan told me he wanted to cum, so I concentrated on his dick for a minute while Adam got a piece of pizza ready for me.

As Ryan neared his climax, I stopped sucking him and took the pizza slice from Adam, placing it right next to Ryan's wonderful cock head. He began to jerk himself off and soon shot a stream of cum right onto the pizza. As he finished, I quickly gobbled the pizza down, marveling at how well the cum tasted when combined with the pepperoni and cheese. 

Meanwhile, Adam was continuing to jerk off on one of the remaining slices. He had no trouble covering most of it with his surprisingly large load of cum, and I took the slice of jizza and ate it slowly, tasting every bit of it, savoring the cumbination. It was such a turn on to eat their cum on my food that I found myself hard again and they were happy to oblige me, Ryan sucking me off while Adam and I kissed.

When all was done, we showered and dressed. I wanted to see them again, but they had made it clear that as a committed couple, they limited their play to one-time-only with other guys. As much as we all had enjoyed it, they had to follow their rules. I couldn't complain, they had taken care of my final two fantasies as well as my virginity. I kissed both of them goodbye and left their hotel, my ass stretched, my stomach full of pizza and cum, and my mind wondering where my bisexuality would lead me next.



Becoming a Slave Ch. 04



Chapter 4 -- Falling in Love

1

I spent the weekend after meeting Adam and Ryan relaxing at home, jerking off a couple of times at the memory, but quite satisfied at my recent foray into the world of bisexuality. I had now sucked five cocks, eaten loads of cum, been pissed on, and fucked in the ass. There wasn't much left to do as far as I knew. I still wanted to suck cock on occasion, but there was no longer a fantasy that I felt that I had to achieve.

Over the next few months, I continued to check out Craigslist, finding few ads worth replying to. In the meantime, work had gotten busy and they had decided to extend my time in Hong Kong another two years, which was great for me since I was saving a boatload of cash here with almost no expenses, as I had neither a car nor a money-grubbing girlfriend. I had received a promotion and was getting worried about my extracurricular activities, wondering if I was becoming too high profile in the corporate world to maintain a secret life as an down-low cocksucker. Still, I couldn't resist the occasional outing, replying to an ad once or twice a month, visiting a hotel, and sucking an anonymous visitor to completion before jerking myself off. Adam and Ryan had told me a few things about safety and I had since been tested negative, but I had also stopped swallowing cum from an unknown donor. I would suck until the guy was about to shoot, then have him unload on my face. Over the next 6 months I met up with ten guys, blowing each of them without exchanging names. I learned that I had been very fortunate in my early dealings with Matt, Adam, and Ryan: all attractive, in-shape guys with great cocks. The men I met on CL were a varied bunch, but mostly married, out-of-shape and older, with average dicks that didn't get enough attention back home. I didn't care though; I had a cock craving that needed to be satisfied on a regular basis. I found myself focusing on the cock as soon as I saw it, ignoring the body and face behind it. I loved a hard cock in my mouth, regardless of its owner. Once I had sucked for a while and the load deposited on my face, I cleaned up and left without saying anything. I felt no shame, but thought perhaps I should, given that I was slumming for cocks on Craigslist. I suppose I was an addict of sorts, needing a new cock every two weeks or so, and I didn't care where I got it.

This less-than-admirable behavior had continued for half a year when I saw an ad that intrigued me. It was posted by a bi-curious guy who was visiting Hong Kong, but he could not host at his hotel. I had never had another man over to my place, preferring to remain as anonymous as possible, but this guy was clearly new to the game and I felt a sudden longing to teach. I remember how Matt had brought me into this world and I wanted to do the same to this guy. I replied to him with a few questions and he soon responded, giving me his real name, Geoff. I knew he was a total novice at that point, and decided to invite him over. It was a Sunday afternoon and he accepted. I gave him my mobile number as my place could be difficult to find for someone from out of town, and he said he would show up around 4.

Before he arrived, I chilled some beers and started watching a bit of gay porn on the TV to get myself ready. When my cell rang, it was Geoff who, as expected, couldn't find my place. I had to run down to the street to get him, and was not impressed with what I saw. He was shorter than I am, wispy, thinning blond hair, a bit chubby, and shy, barely shaking my hand or making eye contact. I introduced myself as Alan and showed him my apartment building and told him to go up to my floor where the door was open, I would follow later to avoid any awkward elevator encounters with my nosy neighbors. He complied and I waited a couple of minutes before going back up.

When I got there, he had made himself at home, sitting on the couch transfixed in front of the TV watching the porno I had left on. In it, one guy was sucking another, his mouth swallowing every bit of what looked to be a 12-inch dick. Geoff saw me and asked quietly if we would be doing that. I told him we would be doing whatever he wanted as I realized he had never seen gay porn before, given how slack-jawed he was. 

I got us a couple of beers and we sat on the couch, watching the last few minutes of the flick and making small talk. As the film ended and that 12-inch cock shot a huge load on the sucker's face, Geoff almost whimpered. I noticed his cock was hard in his khakis, so I asked him what had brought him to my place. He took some time to explain how he had been reading erotic stories and in one, a man was forced to suck three dicks by his wife as part of a sex game. He found himself turned on and since then, he had been thinking about guys differently and had started fantasizing about giving a blow job. I recalled that when I first me Matt, he had whipped out his cock without my noticing, but I decided to let Geoff talk some more as I moved closer. His story resembled mine in many ways, straight identified but suddenly, inexplicably, thinking about cock more and more. When I asked him if he had any experience, he blushed in embarrassment, as if being a virgin in this area was unheard of. 

I asked him what his fantasies were, and he pointed to the TV, where the porn had started again and the lucky cocksucker was already on his knees taking care of business. I moved next to Geoff and started to softly stroke his cock through his pants, asking him whether he wanted to suck or be sucked. His whole body stiffened, but he managed to emit a quiet "both", so I unzipped his trousers and told him to stand up. He did so, and I took off his pants, revealing a laughably tight pair of white briefs, tighty whities in the vernacular. I quickly removed those mood-killers along with his pants, allowing his cock some air. He was dripping precum as I put my hand around his shaft, feeling his heat. Geoff sat back down without saying a word, and I told him to take off his shirt. He did so, clearly unsure what would come next. I told him to relax and put my head on his lap, licking his cock for a few seconds while cradling his balls with my other hand. He moaned quietly and I finally put his cock in my mouth. I began to suck it and he came almost immediately, shooting his load without making any noise. I was too surprised to do anything but swallow it, and enjoyed the taste that I had forgone for so long. 

When he was finished, he immediately apologized, professing that he had not jerked off in some time. I told him not to worry, and asked him if he was ready to return the favor. He looked unsure, and I didn't want to force him into it, so I just took off my pants and boxers and showed him my cock, stroking it slowly. He just stared at it, and I knew he had never seen another man's erection before. Behind me, the porn was still going so I moved out of his way and let him watch it, hoping he would get the idea, while I kept myself hard with the occasional stroke.

He continued to alternate glances between my cock and the suck show on the TV. Finally, he dropped to his knees and I moved my cock to his face, lightly brushing his nose and leaving just a touch of precum there. He looked up at me and I nodded, telling him it was OK without being too pushy. He grabbed my cock and stroked it, too hard at first. I told him to relax and just do what he wanted. He looked again at my cock, then the TV, then he closed his eyes, grabbed my cock and put it in his mouth. His tongue slowly explored my shaft and cock head, and he started to suck. He really didn't know what he was doing, and I had to ask him to watch his teeth a couple of times, for which he again apologized. Eventually he got the hang of it though, sucking and licking, kissing my balls and putting them in his mouth. It was his first blow job and he was definitely enjoying it.

I sat back down on the couch and let him continue, encouraging him to suck harder or softer as necessary, guiding his head with my hands. After about 15 minutes, he was getting noticeably tired, not surprising for someone whose jaw muscles weren't accustomed to the action. I was ready to shoot, so I asked him where he wanted me to cum. He wasn't ready to swallow so I told him I would cum on his face. He didn't resist, and so I stood up again and began to stroke while he remained on his knees. My cock slapped against his face as I grew closer to orgasm, and he opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue. I put my cock in there and face fucked him for a few seconds and that was enough. I pulled out and shot a rope of white cream onto his cheek. He brought his face in close and moved it around my cock head as I continued to spurt. When I was done, his face was full of my juices. He had done well for his first man-to-man sex, and I complimented him, earning a sheepish grin.

He asked for a towel, so I got him one and pointed him to the shower. I got dressed, and finished the beer while waiting for him to clean up. When he came out, I asked him if he wanted another beer, but he politely declined, saying he had to be up for work early Monday. I asked him if he had enjoyed himself, but he was non-committal as we said an awkward goodbye. I wondered if he would feel any shame, like I had after my first encounter with Matt. After he left, I soon forgot about him though, and ended up going to bed early, exhausted from our afternoon activities.

2

While at work two days later, I received a text from Geoff on my cell phone, asking if he could come over that night. I was surprised as he had not seemed like a guy who would want to continue this so quickly, but I had enjoyed being the teacher and wanted to see if we could go farther, so I agreed, asking him to arrive around 7.

I left the office a bit early, getting home in time to shower and freshen up. Geoff remembered the building this time and arrived a few minutes late. When he entered, he seemed more confident and attractive, firmly shaking my hand and looking me in the eye. Again, I took him to the sofa and got him a beer. There was no porno on the TV this time, so we started chatting. He told me how much he enjoyed his first experience with me and he wanted to do more. He admitted that he was so nervous at our initial meeting that he couldn't communicate properly, but this was his truer personality. We started talking about fantasies and he asked about my experiences. I told him a few of my stories, including the time I had a threesome with Adam and Ryan. He was clearly turned on when I described being fucked and as I continued with the tale, he moved closer and started rubbing my leg. He got right next to me and planted a kiss on my cheek and then my neck, tender but tentative. We had not kissed in our previous encounter so I was taken aback at first, but Geoff was persistent. I found his newfound aggressiveness extremely sexy and without thinking I asked him to the bedroom and he heartily agreed.

We got into the bed still fully clothed, and Geoff pushed his body next to mine, continuing to kiss me on my neck, which was turning me on incredibly. He didn't have any whiskers, so there wasn't that burning sensation that I had experienced when kissing other guys. I let him continue to kiss me until he moved up to my face and looked into my eyes, searching for a response. I answered with a deep kiss on his lips, and soon we were necking, our tongues in each other's mouths, holding each other tightly. He broke the kiss and again looked into my eyes and I felt a strange attraction to this man. I tenderly kissed him again as I removed his shirt, lavishing his chest and stomach with even more kisses. He pulled me back to his face and kissed me lovingly. He had clearly been waiting for the right person to show him that man-to-man sex was wonderful and he was a quicker learner than I had been. 

As we continued to make out like teens on a first date, Geoff gradually unbuttoned my shirt and took his time with my nipples, lightly biting them and inducing waves of pleasure in me. He was actually a skilled lover now that his nerves had disappeared and my cock could not take the strain, so I undid my pants. Geoff didn't waste the opportunity, quickly moving down to kiss my cock tent. I shook off my pants and he did likewise, revealing a much more suitable pair of black boxers. He continued to moisten my own briefs before pulling them down and gobbling my cock with abandon. His technique had improved immeasurably since two days before, and he proceeded to give me a great blow job, his hands cupping my balls as he sucked.

After a few minutes, he moved his body around so his cock was next to my face. I took off his boxers and pulled his body above mine, so we were in a true 69 position with me on my back and his manhood hovering above my face. He continued to suck noisily while I admired his rod. It wasn't big, but it was beautiful, with a sculpted head that I desperately wanted. I pulled him into me and started to suck, paying particular attention to his cock head. Geoff was able to control himself this time and we spent a good half hour just sucking each other, our satisfied slurps the only sounds we made.

Geoff tired first and started to stroke me while giving his mouth a rest. I continued to suck him for a bit, but eventually he pulled out and turned around to start kissing me again. I could taste my cock on his tongue and I knew he could do the same. We made out with passion, the most I had felt for another man, which shocked me. I always considered myself nothing more than an occasional cocksucker, but I was feeling something different for Geoff, perhaps because I was his first.

We looked into each other's eyes and there was a clear connection. Geoff kissed me softly a few times, and whispered in my ear that he wanted to eat my load. I wasn't going to refuse his request and it made me doubly horny to know my cum would be the first he would swallow. He quickly went back down on me and resumed this wonderful suck job. Within minutes, he had me on the brink, and he looked up at me in anticipation, eager for his first fill of man juice. I moaned and managed to shout out "I'm cumming!", all the while looking at Geoff. Amazingly he kept looking at me as I shot my load into his mouth. When I was done, he made a point of swallowing it loudly with a huge smile. He told me he loved it and then kissed me again, deeply, before telling me that it was his turn. He ordered me to lie down and straddled me and told me he was going to cum on my face. I didn't have much choice as he pinned me down, beginning to jerk off violently. As he approached the point of no return, his face became red with exertion and then he exploded with a yell, his cum going all over the bedsheets and pillows, as well as a few drops hitting my face. Spent in more ways than one, Geoff collapsed next to me. I moved down to suck his cock as it softened while he drifted off.

I let him sleep for a while, cleaning up his mess and taking a quick shower, confused with my feelings. I couldn't deny our kissing was incredibly passionate and that I felt a spark. Was it because I wanted to bring Geoff fully into this wonderful world or something else?

When I got out of the shower, Geoff had put his boxers back on and returned to the sofa. I was still in my towel and sat right next to him. He smiled and leaned in to me for another kiss. There was no doubt he was into me as the kiss was tender yet firm. I wasn't quite ready for another session as it was getting late, so I broke it off and got us some beers. While we drank, we started talking about our personal lives. Geoff was living on the West Coast but had trips to Hong Kong once or twice a month. This was definitely his first homosexual experience and he was glad that I was a good-looking guy who wasn't pushy. As we finished our beers, he told me that he had to leave Thursday, but asked if he could come back tomorrow. I was certainly enjoying our time together and couldn't think of a reason to refuse, so told him to arrive at 7 again. I asked him what he wanted to do, and he said he would think about it. Then he asked if we could watch the porn again. 

It was getting late, but I found myself wanting Geoff to stay longer, so I quickly turned on the DVD player and started it up. Soon there was a huge cock on screen being sucked by a man and Geoff watched, engrossed. He began to stroke himself without realizing it. As he quickened, I sensed a chance to eat his cum through his underwear, a sensation I loved the only other time I had done it. I got on my knees and told him to stroke harder. Soon he began to moan and I put his cock tip in my mouth, tasting the sweat that had built up in his boxers over the day. When he released, I got a few drops through the cotton, but not much else. I pulled the boxers down, licking the cum off them before sucking the rest off of Geoff's dick.

When sat back on the couch, Geoff again kissed me deeply. As he pulled away, I found myself asking him if he wanted to stay. He was tempted but he needed to get back for an early wake-up call. However, he said he could stay tomorrow night as his flight wasn't until Thursday afternoon. I agreed to this and after Geoff had dressed using a pair of my spare boxers in place of his cum-soaked one, we kissed goodbye, a long, romantic clutch. After he left, I took his underwear and put them over my face, smelling his sweat and cum. I lay on my bed and jerked off like that, falling asleep with Geoff's boxers still on my face. 

3

The next day I got home early to do some laundry, including Geoff's boxers. When he arrived on schedule, he had brought a bottle of wine and some take out. Our activities the previous evening had not included dinner, and I was touched by his courtesy. Even more impressive was that he had cum in my underwear before leaving his hotel. He handed them to me and told me to eat it, like I had done the day before. I greedily did, licking as much of his drying load as I could while he watched. This relationship was getting interesting and unpredictable and Geoff was slowly taking charge, recognizing I was more of a cum-loving sub.

We opened the takeout and the wine, and had a meal on the couch as we chatted. I had not mentioned eating cum-covered food and decided to let that go for now. Instead we talked about our lives, and I finally told him my real name, which did not surprise or upset him. I gave him more information than I had to anyone else in this man-only world. He did the same, and there was a connection that we were sharing that I had never felt before, even with a woman. Geoff was intelligent and a quick learner. I was proud that I was the one to get him to open up to his bisexuality, but now he seemed to be in control without being dominant or overbearing. Bringing me a load of his cum to eat told me that he understood my needs and I couldn't have been happier.

We turned on the TV and watched an American sitcom for a while, sitting next to each other so that our legs were touching. I started to massage his shoulders and he leaned over to kiss me. We started to make out again, and again we quickly jumped in bed, soon locked in a 69. I found myself loving his cock like I had done with Matt, sucking and licking it like it was its own being. But this time, I was loving more than just his cock. 

As we continued our mutual suckfest, I felt an urge that I had not felt with another man -- to rim him. Matt had asked me to do it, but since then it was something I had avoided. With Geoff though, I wanted everything. I removed his cock from my mouth and licked the bottom of his balls, moving my tongue slowly towards his rosebud. Geoff knew what I was doing and opened his ass for me, letting me dig in. I tongued around the outside, feeling and loving that unique texture, making it nice and wet, before kissing it deeply and inserting my tongue. I licked Geoff's asshole and he stopped sucking me to enjoy the experience. I buried my face in his ass, my hands pulling it apart so I could get as deep as possible. My tongue explored virgin territory for both of us; I had never spent so much time or gone so deeply into another person's backside.




Becoming a Slave Ch. 04



After about 10 minutes, he couldn't take it any longer. He pushed me back and turned around, his cock bigger than I had seen it before, throbbing with ecstasy. He simply grabbed my head and thrust his cock into my mouth, shooting an incredible load, especially for someone who had just cum a few hours before. I swallowed it all happily. My cock was also hard and after Geoff took a few minutes to recover, he finished me off with a loving blow job, eating my cum as well. When I had some energy, I cleaned up my face and mouth before returning to bed. There we lay, kissing and touching after that and I realized that sex with Geoff was similar to that with women I cared about, where we touched, necked, and explored together, rather than the times with men, where I was just a cum dumpster to be discarded afterwards. 

I knew I wanted to do everything with Geoff and I wanted him to do everything to me. I asked him if he had thought about fucking me and he nodded. But, he admitted, he couldn't do it unless he loved me. I was confused by his words and asked him what he meant. He explained that for him, being gay and anal sex were things that had been equated with evil while he grew up. As he opened up to me, explaining how his religious background had kept him from exploring his urges, I held him tight. This was no longer just a couple of guys exploring, Geoff was suddenly and unexpectedly throwing off the weight of years of parental and church-based oppression. He told me that before we had met on Sunday, he had only had sex with one woman, and deep down, he thought he was gay. Only when his mother had passed away did he feel like he could try something and even then, it took him over a year to do so, helped along by his business trips out of the country and reading gay erotic stories. I shut up and let him talk, stroking his hair softly while he unburdened himself. 

For him, sucking cock and eating cum were incredibly difficult steps but thanks to me, he felt like he had been accepted, and that made it easier and is why he returned so quickly and with such a different personality. Flattered, I kissed him and he kissed me back, hard. He had begun to tear up and I realized how emotionally difficult this had been for him. Having been through it all myself and felt a different sort of shame, I encouraged him to continue. He looked at me deeply and then said something that I had not expected. "I love you Bruce."

I was stunned. I asked him if he really meant what he said. He turned red, but said yes, he had feelings for me and had known it as soon as he left my apartment after our first meeting. Part of me felt that his feelings were infatuation for the man that had shown him the way and allowed him to escape his past, but I didn't dare say anything. Probably because deep down, I knew I had fallen in love with Geoff too.

I didn't tell him that though, allowing him to finish his tale, which he did by thanking me again for being such a good teacher. We kissed some more and fell asleep in each other's arms, our plans for fucking postponed. 

The next morning I awoke to find Geoff dressed and getting ready to go. I told him to get back to the bed, where he stood as I unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick, giving him a sloppy blow job to send him back to the US. As I swallowed his cum, I brought his face close to mine for a final deep long kiss. As our lips parted, I looked him deep in the eyes and told him "I love you too".

4 

Geoff had left without saying anything after my admission. It was natural he was confused, but like me, he would get over things once he came to terms with it and accepted himself for who he was. For me, I was comfortable with the fact that I was truly bisexual. I still dated and slept with women on occasion, but I had fallen for a guy and wanted our time together to be exclusive. I stopped perusing Craigslist for other cocks and jerked off instead, imagining Geoff fucking me and me taking his virginity too.

For the next three weeks, I thought about Geoff all the time, waiting for his next trip to be confirmed. We emailed on occasion, but it was practical stuff, like we were buddies rather than lovers. When he next visit was set, it would be without co-workers and Geoff wondered if I would like to stay at his hotel next time. I gladly accepted. He arrived on Sunday evening, jet lagged from the long flight. I was waiting for him in the lobby, ready to give him a welcoming massage and something else.

I followed him over to the elevator, not acknowledging that I knew him as there were several other guests going up with us. He got off on the 42nd floor and I went one further, before walking down a flight of stairs where he was waiting for me at his room, pretending to look for his key. He showed me in and as soon as the door closed, we kissed deeply. Within seconds we were in bed, our clothes coming off as we raced to see who could get the other's cock in his mouth faster. It seemed to be a tie as we moved to our accustomed 69 position with me underneath Geoff who had gotten used to face fucking me like that while he sucked on my hardness. He came quickly and he forced his cock deep as the first spurt emerged, causing me to gag. He had not masturbated in the time we were apart and his load was full and delicious. I savored what I wasn't forced to swallow, swirling it around in my mouth for several seconds, loving the texture and warmth, before I finally ate it.

Geoff continued to pleasure me and I soon released my own man juice which disappeared down his throat. He had become quite adept at sucking and swallowing and he loved it as much as I did. Afterwards we kissed as usual, and within minutes Geoff was asleep, his jet lag sending him into a deep slumber. Rather than head home, I allowed myself to nod off and didn't wake up until early in the morning. Geoff had woken and showered and was lying in bed. He told me he would call in sick and wanted me to do the same. The two of us could then spend the day together, ordering room service and exploring each other. I was thrilled with the idea. Geoff went downstairs to get some breakfast while I showered, planning our day's activities. 

When Geoff came back after 20 minutes, he looked a little flushed as he handed me an egg sandwich from a local burger joint. I commented on his sweaty appearance and he said it was hot outside. I believed him as I took the package and opened it up. Not the healthiest option I thought as I bit into it. The taste was odd at first, egg mixed with salty warm mayo was my first impression. It was only when I noticed Geoff looking at me expectantly that it all became clear. He had somehow managed to jerk off into my sandwich (in the stairwell as it turned out) and I loved him all the more for it. What a great surprise in the morning. I gobbled the rest of it down, enjoying the unique taste and amazed at how this man had taken to his new sexuality so completely.

Even more amazing was how often he was able to achieve a hard-on. As I kissed him to thank him for his thoughtful gift, my hand reached down to grab his crotch. His cock was already hard again and I moved to my knees to suck it. But he stopped me there, and told me he loved me so much, he was ready to fuck me.

I looked at him closely and he told me he was sure. After his emotional outpouring three weeks prior, I wasn't confident that he would ever be able to do this. I didn't want to risk damaging him but he assured me that he had thought about it long and hard and he wanted his first ass to be mine. 

My asshole had only been entered once and that was an unexpected intrusion during my threeway with Adam and Ryan, when Adam basically raped me. I ended up enjoying that experience, but I really wanted to be tenderly fucked by someone who I loved and who loved me. 

Geoff led me to the bed and we began to kiss again. He slowly removed his clothes and I couldn't believe that his cock was rock hard again. I quickly sucked it to make it wet and we went back to kissing. Geoff had brought lube with him and he dashed to the bathroom to get it. I knew he had never done this before so I helped him along, telling him what to do. I sucked his dick a little more and then covered it with lube before turning over. He kissed my asshole briefly and then applied a generous dollop of lube, pushing his finger deep to prepare me for his invasion. I told him when I felt it was ready and he mounted me, leaning close and kissing my cheek, telling me again that he loved me. I returned the sentiment and felt him place his cock head against my expectant asshole. He paused for a few seconds and I bucked up a bit to give him some encouragement. That was enough as he pushed in slowly. Heaven. He allowed his cock head to sit just inside me, treasuring the experience. I pushed back on him and he slowly entered me completely, telling me how much he loved me over and over again. I loved the feeling of being fucked by a man who cared about me and I pushed my ass back to get him as deeply as possible. He grabbed my hips, pulled back, and then began to pump me, softly like I wanted. I was truly in ecstasy as Geoff made love to me, his first time fucking another man. 

As he had just cum a few minutes earlier, he was able to hold off for a while and he continued to fuck me slowly, with loving care. I adored the feeling of his cock completely inside of me. I told him I wanted him to fuck me while looking at me so he pulled out, turned me over, lifted my legs and re-entered me without missing a beat. He leaned down to kiss me and at that point, I felt like I was in paradise. As we kissed, his rhythm increased and I knew he was ready. He sat up on his knees and pushed my legs up, giving him unfettered access to my ass. He began to pump me with vigor, professing his love and then he grunted loudly as he exploded inside me. I could feel his cum as he unloaded and again, I thought that it was the best feeling in the world. As he finished, he lay down on top of me and his dick slipped out. 

We kissed and then I told him I wanted to do the same to him. I had never fucked a man before, but I wanted Geoff to experience the incredible pleasures to which he had just treated me. He agreed, although a bit reluctantly. I was too horny to care, and I turned him over, moving down to his asshole to give it a good rimming before lubing it up. I covered my own rock hard cock in lube and spread his ass cheeks wide, giving me a great view of the virgin territory that would soon be mine. I put my cock against him and pushed hard, gaining entry on the fourth thrust. Geoff yelped out in pain and I stopped to let him get used to the sensation. After he relaxed, I pushed a bit further and again he looked stricken so I stopped. He didn't say anything, so I jammed my cock as far as it could go and began to deliver blow after blow. Despite the lube, his ass was unbelievably tight and I tried to get as deep as possible. He didn't push back like I had, but it was too late to stop. I could tell he wasn't enjoying it but he was letting me have my way. I told him to relax and feel my cock inside him and he tried, finally pushing back on me. With his ass now more pliant, I fucked him hard for a few minutes and he started to move with me in a sign that he was getting used to it. When I finally came, letting my jism find its way deep inside him, I told him that I loved him. After I was finished and had pulled out, he lay there quietly. I leaned down to kiss him and he returned the kiss without much enthusiasm. He told me that he needed a few minutes to himself, and so I went to the bathroom to shower.

When I came back, Geoff was still lying on the bed, my cum dripping out of his ass. I asked him if he was OK, and he explained that being fucked had been his number one taboo and there was still something in his mentality that made it unenjoyable. I understood and got into bed to hold him. We kissed again and I told him that I would respect him. He could do anything he wanted to me, and I would do anything he asked to him. I told him that I truly loved him and he responded in kind. We spent the afternoon kissing and holding each other. I couldn't believe it but it was true. I had fallen in love with another man and wanted to serve him for the rest of my life.