Gay Erotic Stories

Used by a Straight Dude, Part 2

I sat there between Wayne’s toned thighs wondering, admittedly with a bit of apprehension, what exactly he had in store. He knew I didn’t like women. What, was he going to make me have sex with his ex-girlfriend? That would instantly turn this fantasy-come-true into MY WORST NIGHTMARE.

“Don’t you want me to leave?” I asked, hoping he had something else in mind.

“Fuck that, faggot. I have a more interesting idea. Come on,” he said as he stood up, knocking me back on my hands as his knee hit my shoulder. “Grab your clothes.”

I stood up and bent down to pick them up in my arms. He walked down the hallway and I obediently followed. We entered his bedroom. There was a mattress against the wall directly on the floor and no furniture but a TV stand and a TV. Dirty clothes were strewn all over the floor, and empty beer bottles and full ashtrays were apparently his idea of “classy home décor”. He walked to his closet door and opened it up. “Get in here. You’re going to watch me fuck Allison…see how a bitch is supposed to get fucked. You really never had any pussy, fag?” he asked.

Worried that my worst fear would be realized, I said, “Uhhh, no.”

“Don’t worry,” he replied, maybe feeling generous at my display of nerves. “All you’ll be doing is watching. You can see through the slats on the door.” The door was made up of the rickety wooden slats that allowed just enough space between them in order to see clearly what was taking place on the other side. “Now get in there.”

I walked in, standing awkwardly on several pairs of shoes.

“Stay undressed. When I’m done fuckin’ this bitch, your ass is next.” With that, Wayne closed the doors and vanished from sight. I stood there in the dark and waited. I had never seen any straight people actually fucking outside of porn videos. This might be more enjoyable than I thought. A very interesting turn of events indeed.

After what seemed like an hour (time goes by very slowly in a straight boy’s closet…), I heard a door close and then I heard voices coming down the hall. Then from the right, Allison and Wayne entered my line of vision. He had put his jeans back on and they were walking and making out. He was backing her towards the bed and unbuttoning her shirt. He then stopped. “Get on the bed.”

She removed the rest of her top. She was not wearing a bra. Great…tits. I forgot about that. Then she unzipped the back of her skirt and let it fall to her feet. Despite the lack of a bra, she did have a lacy black thong. Seeing this, Wayne slapped her ass quite hard as she bent over to sit on the mattress.

“Oooh, I like that,” she cooed. “How do you want me?”

“Hands and knees. I wanna fuck you like the dog you are,” he ordered. She got on her hands and knees with her face aimed directly at the closet door. “No, face that way,” Wayne ordered, having her turn to her right so that I had a profile of them.

“Don’t you want a blow job?” she asked.

“If I wanted a blow job, my cock would be down your throat right now. Maybe I already got me some head tonight,” he said, glancing over at the closet. She did not notice. “What I want is that pussy.”

With that, Wayne undid and unzipped his jeans and pulled them off. His dick was still hard and he instantly began stroking it again. He sunk to his knees directly behind her ass.

I was more turned on than I expected. My own cock was throbbing and I couldn’t help by touch my balls, my cock, my nipples. That was one lucky bitch out there.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Wayne pulled her thong to the side and sunk the entire length of his cock into her loose pussy with one fell swoop. Allison gasped/moaned/whimpered as he filled her completely. “Oh yeah, you like that, bitch?” Wayne asked as he withdrew it completely, then returned it deep and hard.

“Oh yes…fuck me…harder…” she moaned.

He complied. He began thrusting into her pussy. From my vantage point, I could see his entire cock disappear into her, then pull out, then back in, repeatedly. He had his right hand on her hip and the other hand was pinching his nipple. I didn’t even realize he was looking at the closet door. “You like that? Huh?” he said, still looking in my direction.

I wanted to blurt out, “YES! HARDER! NOW ME!”, but was brought back to reality by Allison’s tacky response of, “oh yes, stud…fuck me with that big dick.”

This went on for about twenty minutes. Finally, Wayne was still slamming into her with both hands reaching around tweaking her nipples, when he apparently started cumming. He did the whole quiver thing and loud moaning. I was disappointed…I wanted to see how big of a load I could expect. She apparently was not cumming. When he finished, his dick was still surprisingly hard and he pulled out and rolled onto his back.

“I didn’t get off! Finish me off!” she demanded.

“Fuck off. You wanted fucked, I fucked ya’,” he said. “You can leave now.”

Allison stood up and had the meanest, maddest look on her face. She was glistening with sweat. “You son of a bitch! You’re gonna fuck me like that and you won’t even help me get off? Well fuck you. You barely even came.”

“I told you I already had some head tonight. Now get the fuck out of here.”

With that, she grabbed her shirt and put it back on, still muttering obscenities. She finally redressed enough to the point where she began heading for the door. Wayne was just watching me behind the closet door, smiling wryly. He began stroking his still hard dick again. Finally, we both heard the door slam. “Stupid bitch…I didn’t even cum. Lord knows she’s faked enough orgasms with me. Besides, I know how thirsty you must be,” he said as he left the room. He must be psychic…I certainly was thirsty. I tentatively opened the door. My own cock was pulsing, and I didn’t know what he wanted me to do so I just stood there. A few second later, Wayne entered the room carrying a broom. “Had to lock the door,” he said.

“What’s that for?” I asked motioning to the broom.

“Excuse me?” he said, appearing angry.

“What’s the broom for, sir,” I replied.

“Get on the bed and I’ll show you,” he said.

I nervously moved over to the bed, actually feeling a little scared. I sat down on my ass.

“What the fuck, faggot? Hands and knees,” he muttered.

I got in the classic doggie style position.

He grabbed a milk crate from the corner of his room and sat it down directly behind my exposed ass hole. He then grabbed a pillow and sat down on the crate. I heard a squirting noise and looked back at what he was doing. Wayne was holding the broom handle between his knees and had a bottle of lotion. He was squirting out generous portions of the cream and smearing it on the end of the thick wooden broom handle. He was going to fuck me with a broom!

“Every time I do this at work, I wonder what you’d do if your pants were off,” he said, almost as an aside. When he appeared to finish rubbing the lotion on the handle, he said, “here,” and he handed me the bottle. “Rub some into your asshole.”

I squirted the lotion into my hand, reached back, and rubbed a great deal of the lotion into my eager, twitching hole. I had a great ass, muscular and firm, so this position didn’t embarrass me in the least. I finished applying and set the bottle to the side.

“You’re not gonna fuck me?” I asked.

“Oh, we’ll get to that. Eager, aren’t ya’?”

“Wayne, go slow with that thing. You can fuck me as hard as you want, but I don’t want to get ass splinters from a broom handle.”

“I can fuck you as hard as I want? Really? Thanks for the permission,” he replied sarcastically. “Stupid faggot.”

I braced for the worst as he aimed the handle – it had to be about 6 inches around – right at my pink hole. I felt the coldness of the lubricated tip press against my ass and I managed to relax enough so that the tip popped in. It didn’t feel that bad. He continued applying pressure until about 8 inches of the handle were planted into my ass. The whole entry took about 10 seconds. He left it there for a second, which was nice because it allowed me to adjust, and then he began slowly pulling it out. He didn’t stop until the handle was completely out of me. And just as quick as it had exited, he began pushing it back in, a bit more pressure behind it. I was actually kind of enjoying it. It didn’t have the give that a cock, no matter how hard, tends to have, but it gave me a full feeling and hit the prostrate each time without fail. He gradually increased his tempo, now leaving just the tip in. After about 10 minutes, it was being pushed in and out quite quickly and with just enough force to make me feel dominated but without hurting me. I couldn’t help but moan. It was like he had done this before. “You like that, faggot? You like getting fucked by a broom?”

“Uhhh…yes…more…” I moaned. He decided against it and pulled it out all together. I looked back at him with a “what the fuck” expression, but when I saw him moving in behind me, I suddenly felt a lot better.

“You wanna get fucked?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

“First things first,” he said. “Turn that ass around and suck the pussy juice off my cock.”

SONOFABITCH. I was so close. Now I had to stop and smell the pussy??

Reluctantly, I turned around still on my hands and knees. He stood up so, in order to reach it, I got on my knees and opened my mouth. He plopped his dickhead down on my outstretched tongue. After placing his hand on the back of my head, he plunged his dick in hard. His sticky balls (from pussy juice, no doubt…) hit me in the chin.

“How can you not like the taste of pussy? I don’t get faggots. You actually like suckin’ this cock?” he asked.

I mumbled a yes.

“How does it taste?” he asked.

I hadn’t really thought about it. I guess I must have been really hungry for a cock. There was a sweet taste, although a little sour. I couldn’t quite place it. It wasn’t that bad. It was hard to assess the taste as his cock was getting plopped down my throat at a faster and faster pace. It was hard to breathe through my nose, let alone savor Allison’s vaginal flavor. He pulled his cock from my throat and slapped me in the cheek with it. “Hands and knees,” he said.

I returned to my previous position, ass high in the air, ready to be mounted. Wayne wasn’t one to waste time. He quickly moved in behind me and without waiting even a second, found the spot and forced his cock in to the hilt. He let out a very evil sounding “AHHHHHH,” while I was caught off guard and let out a bit of sickly yelp. He was instantly fucking me like a jackrabbit. It was almost comical, if not for the discomfort. “Oh fuck yeah, this ain’t so bad,” he hollered. “You like my dick in your ass, faggot? Huh?” he asked.

Now used to the constant pistoning, I realized what was lacking. I decided to taunt him. “I thought you said you were going to do this hard?” I asked.

“Ohhhhh, I see,” he replied, and stopped, leaving his cock buried deep. He hesitated, then pulled it almost completely out and held it there with just the tip still inside me. I could feel his throbbing cock head inside my ass. Then came the hardest, most forceful fuck thrust I have ever experienced. That cock plunged all the way into my bowels in one extremely fast and hard thrust. Once I regained my balance, he repeated it, taking his time between each thrust. After about 6 of these, I began to get used to it and surprised him by backing up into his next thrust. He seemed to like this. “That’s it, faggot, take it,” he said, slapping my left butt cheek quite hard for a skinny white boy. This continued and gradually picked up speed. I would back hard into each of his equally hard forward thrusts. He had quite a rhythm going and was now exploring. His hands would be gripping my waist, then he’d reach up and stick his fingers into my mouth, using them to stretch it out, then he’d use one hand to pinch my nipple. I like a guy with a mind for rough sex.

This drug using fuck machine continued plowing my ass for a good 15 minutes, occasionally driving it into me as deeply as possible, pressing firm against my prostrate. I felt like I could pop at any second. He was relentless.

Then, suddenly, he pulled out completely and said, “we need a new position. Get on your back, fag.”

I moved to my back and he got on his knees between my legs. His greased up, throbbing cock was jutting out from his mid-section and was poking me right in the nuts. He looked disgusted. “Stick your legs in the air.” I did, and he grabbed my ankles and forced them back so that my knees were directly above my head and my ass was exposed and facing the ceiling. “Perfect,” he said, slapping his cock against my hole. With that, he spit a big wad of saliva down right onto my ass and used his cock to rub it in. Once satisfied, the ass pounding continued. He plunged in deep, instantly picking up the manic thrusting that I had just experienced. He let go of my ankles and let my legs rest against his shoulders and, placing his hands on each side of my face, used his firm arms as support not to fall onto my head with each powerful thrust.

His face was directly over mine and he was staring at me to the point where I thought he was going to try and kiss me or something. Instead, however, he gathered a mouthful of spit and blasted it all over my face and lips. “Imagine that’s my cum, fag,” he said, so I stuck my tongue out of the side of my mouth and licked it up--all this while he continued forcing his cock deeper and deeper into my ass.

This literally went on for about another 20 minutes or so. Nonstop power fucking. Fresh spit replacing old spit running down my neck. Sweat dripping off his forehead onto my chin and chest. The thought of my own cock was secondary. I couldn’t care less about getting off as long as I got this surely substantial load from this sexy motherfucker.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Wayne hurriedly pulled out of me and hopped on his back beside me. I allowed my legs to come down from the position he had just used me in. “Get your mouth around it, faggot.” I knew what was finally coming (or should I say, ‘cumming’) and quickly got down till his cock was directly under my mouth. I opened up just as he was thrusting up and putting a hand on the back of my head forcing it down. Considering his cock had just been assaulting my ass for the last hour, it didn’t taste bad at all. Perhaps the lotion was overpowering, or perhaps my ass is just naturally rosy. I bobbed for about a minute when he said, “Just put your mouth over the head, just put your mouth over the head,” in a quick, almost-there tone. I did as he instructed as he feverishly began fisting his cock, pumping it up and down. His grunts and moans were becoming extremely loud. Suddenly, he stopped pumping all together. I thought I had missed something. Then, out of the blue, jet after jet of the thickest, sweetest cum started squirting from his cock, hitting my throat and sliding right down into my belly. He had been getting serviced of fucking something for almost the last 2 hours without a release, and his load certainly reflected that. He pumped. And pumped. And pumped some more. I had to swallow 6 times before I realized it was over. I pulled my lips off as he was squeezing upwards and a big dollop of thick creamy cum appeared at his piss slit. I eagerly licked it right up. I then collapsed by his side.

After a few minutes of just lying there, Wayne sat up. “Well, faggot, I’m glad you came over. Maybe we could do this again sometime.” He stood and walked over to the closet and grabbed my clothes, then turned and brought them back to me. Luckily, I’m good at getting hints.

“You name the time,” I said.

“Remember what I said,” he reminded me, “anybody finds out about this and I will kill you. I will literally kill you.”

I believed him. “Dude, chill out. I know. Nobody will know.”

After I got dressed, I went home. Wayne, as expected, acted as if nothing happened when we were at work. The harassment continued. The belittling. Then, one Saturday afternoon, Wayne approached me while I was enjoying a cigarette. It seemed he had an idea.

“Hey,” he said, looking around, making sure nobody was around. “That thing that happened. You ever do it for others?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You ever suck other guys off here? Let them fuck you?” he asked.

“No…why?” I replied.

“I’ve got a wicked idea for a practical joke to play on some of the guys in the kitchen. You free tonight?”

TO BE CONTINUED….

Hey, part 3 will be coming along shortly. This is still very fresh in my head since it happened just a couple of weeks ago. I hope you enjoy it. I KNOW I DID. I have a picture of a Wayne look-a-like that I’d be willing to share as well. It’s not him, but I thought it was when I first saw it. Any comments or similar stories, please feel free to share. All comments, questions, etc., can be sent to: storydude11@hotmail.com