1. STEAM ROOM DISASTER. PART 2


    Date: 9/25/2016, Categories: True Story, Coercion, Domination / Submission, Drug, First Time, Gay, Reluctance, Teen, Author: slowhand7, Source: sexstories.com

    continued from part 1............... His thick bell was suddenly pressing against my bottom lip. This was so fucking wrong, but the sensations of utter weakness and surrender were overtaking my normal brain function. I was in deep shit here. I managed one last look up at the faggot. He was smiling down at me, hands now poised on his hips, the king of this world. He was not helping me, or forcing me, or doing anything to me. He was just posing, wondering what I would do next. As if he had guided me to this crucial juncture in my life, and was waiting to see what choice I would make. It was me doing this, I realized. Me, the straightest dude on the planet, with my bottom lip pressing against a faggot’s cock head. My free will, my decision, my desire, my choice. But not my choice, because of the chemical. Because of the booze. Because I was not a worthless, cock sucking faggot. My tongue joined the conspiracy against me. It snaked out of my mouth and lapped at his knob, only for a second. My tongue felt swollen and heavy and stupid and ponderous, as I did. And with that simple little action, I fell fully into his world. As if my brain threw in the towel and said ‘go with the flow’. I pulled the faggot forward another inch, just enough to spread my mouth over his thick bell. I began to eat the first and last cock of my life. I tasted heat, musk and fullness. I tasted a hint of pre-cum. Thank Christ I was far, far from home. Thank Christ, those bodybuilders had left and the steam ...
    room was empty. Thank Christ, I was dead drunk and nearly unconscious. I would never remember this shit tomorrow. That’s what I told myself. Anything I guess, to get me through. A tiny hip thrust from the faggot sent more cock past my lips. A cock was now in my mouth. Unbelievable. My choice. My desire. And not just any cock. A big cock. A faggot’s cock. But a manly cock, all the same. This was becoming an out of body experience. Because I could see myself on my knees, hands on the fag’s ass, his huge cock pushing into my mouth. A bad porno movie. I heard an amateurish sucking sound, the sound of a teenage girl giving first head. Except, it was me doing the sucking. It was me giving the head. My skull throbbed and my betraying cock strained for release. Why was my cock so fucking hard? Only one sick answer was allowed into my mind. With no women remotely in my presence, my cock was hard because I was kneeling before something more masculine than I. I loved myself and my chiseled hard body. I could appreciate impressive maleness. Granted, the teenager’s skinny body was pathetic, but that skinny, pale body only highlighted his manly gift. By taking him into my mouth, I was worshiping his powerful masculinity. Worshiping at his altar. I had a gorgeous cock. He had a gorgeous cock. We both did. We were brothers in cock. So what if I envied his meat? This was once, and only once. Guaranteed. What the hell was wrong with me? What kind of thought and logic was this? That one second ...
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