The Sex Slave Agreement 02

Thank you to Oldbroad76 for proofreading.

I woke up in my neighbour's bed, wrapped in his big, hairy arms. We were both naked, and his soft, yet still massive, cock was nuzzled between my ass cheeks. When I slightly moved, I felt the soreness from my stretched asshole which had dried cum all over it.

This time, I remembered everything that happened the night before. John had given me a short blowjob, I sucked his dick, I sucked his balls, I rimmed him, and then he took my anal virginity in what I can only describe as the greatest sex of my life.

It really worried me, the things John said in the heat of our love making, like telling me I was going to be gay by the end of the month. After the pleasure I had received the night before, I knew I had to be careful to make sure that didn't happen.

I wasn't gay. I had a girlfriend! This was... this was just to stop me from being homeless. The crazy deal that I actually agreed to meant that I was John's for the next month. I depended on him entirely. In return for him paying my rent for a year, I would be his slave for the next month.

I just had to make sure that a month as his slave didn't make me dependant on his dick.

"Mmm good morning, my slave." John's groggy voice said.

His hands held me tightly, and his cock stirred against me.

"Erm, morning." I whispered, embarrassed over the way I acted the night before.

"Liam," John said with a chuckle in his voice, "we've rimmed each other, and I've fucked you and came inside you twice, so you don't need to be shy anymore."

His words were like knives into my morality, reminding me of everything I did and how I cheated on my girlfriend.

"Well," John said and moved away from me, "I need a shower."

I stayed lying on the bed, facing away from John as he stood up, although I knew he was naked.

"Come on." He said.

Finally, I turned to look at him. His elephant trunk cock was hung between his legs. I couldn't believe that actually fit inside me.

"What... what do you mean?" I asked.

He laughed and shook his head.

"You're my slave, remember?" He said. "One of your duties is showering me."

Oh, right, I thought.

I got up from the bed, shyness making me try to cover myself. Mainly my cock, which was a lot smaller than John's.

He turned to go towards the bathroom, where I couldn't help but marvel at his physique. His ass was plump, yet rock hard, and I couldn't believe I rimmed him.

Once in the bathroom John turned the shower on, and I joined him. The hot water very quickly filled the room with steam, and I saw his very hairy body start to get soaked.

John handed me his shower gel.

"Get to work." He told me.

Nervously I squirted shower gel onto my hands, placed the bottle onto the ground, and then began to rub it into John's chiselled chest. He really was a beautiful man. His pecs were rock hard as I spread shower gel around him.

My hands didn't want to let go of him, and just touching him felt like a privilege. As I rubbed his chest, the soap began to spread. I wasn't even looking at John, but I felt my breathing go heavy.

The heat of the steam filling room started to get to me, and my cock began to grow. Then, I worked my way down to his abs.

His hair was like a rug, soaked and soapy as I continued to massage him. Finally, I saw that his cock was hard again.

"Clean my cock and balls," He told me. "They're a bit messy after popping your cherry."

I gasped. I could feel the same side of me that came out last night.

"Yes... Daddy." I whispered.

I wrapped both soapy hands around his shaft, stroking it up and down with a double hand job as the shower gel made him slick. His foreskin pulled back with my fingers, and I cleaned his head, and then he started to twitch and throb in my hands.

"Don't forget my balls." John told me with a laugh that made me embarrassed over how obsessed I was with his cock.

My left hand remained on his cock while my right massaged his heavy, hairy balls.

As the water dropped off of John, his hair came with it. He truly was like a bear.

As my hands washed and pleasured him, I found myself getting more and more turned on. But then John turned his back to me. I took the hint and began to wash his steel back, which was just as hairy as his front.

All over I spread the soapy liquid around him, loving his beautiful body.

After he was fully cleaned, John turned around.

"Get on your knees." He whispered.

Four little words, and I was weak.

I knelt down onto his hard shower floor. It hurt my knees, but I didn't care at that moment. I was eye level with his beautiful cock.

For a moment I thought about my girlfriend. If only she knew that her boyfriend was cheating on her with a man, and that it was for money, which effectively made me a whore.

"Start your morning routine." John told me.

I opened my mouth, leaned forward and took my natural place with his cock in my mouth.

"Mmmm." I moaned.

Memories of last night's pleasures came flooding back as I enjoyed the massive member in my mouth. My lips wrapped around his shaft as my tongue began to massage his head. He tasted clean after having washed him.

My right hand massaged his balls while I started to bob up and down. The hot water beat down on my head, making it impossible to open my eyes, so all I could do was focus on sucking his dick.

"Mmm." I moaned.

As my mouth swallowed his cock, my tongue explored as much as it could, feeling every ridge and vein of his wonderful meat. John leaned back, enjoying my mouth.

As I bobbed back and forth, I wanted to take him deeper, to feel him more.

"Gllg!" I gagged and pulled back. The water was still splashing on my face, but using my hand I was able to get my mouth back around his cock.

I was on a mission now, taking his cock in and out as I went deeper.

"Gllg!" I gagged, but I didn't pull back this time.

I kept going back and forth, each time going a little deeper. As I pushed, my cheeks caved in on themselves, and my tongue pressed firmly against his crown.

"Glllggg!" I gagged and coughed, forcing spit past my lips and into the water dripping down.

"That's it, babe," John moaned. "You enjoy this cock."

"Mmmmm!" I moaned back and kept going up and down.

I felt like such a slut, just on my knees and trying to give this big cock a great blowjob. My hands massaged his balls as I went back and forth. I knew I only had half of his cock in my mouth, but I kept trying for more as I gagged over and over.

"You're gonna get your first taste of cum," John warned me. "Well, you tasted it the other night, but you were too drunk to remember."

I kept sucking, tightening my lips as if trying to force his cum out and moaning.

"Ooooh fuck, you little slut!" John roared.

His balls tightened in my hands, and his cock throbbed when the first shot of cum landed across my tongue, setting my senses on fire. His sticky, thick seed filled my mouth with every shot that pulsated from his thick cock.

"Mmmmm!" I moaned, immediately in love with the taste of his thick cum.

He came like a firehose, but I didn't miss any, and I gulped it down with every shot while continuing to bob up and down.

"Mmmm!" I moaned and sucked until he finally stopped cumming. I kept a heavy load on my tongue, not wanting to lose the taste until John pulled me away.

"Right, I have a client soon," John said. "You can shower here, and you are to clean the house."

I looked up at him, moving my face away from the water and looked confused.

"You're my slave," He said. "Not just sex."

"Oh, right, of course." I replied. I swirled my tongue around my mouth to taste the last remnants of cum.

John left me to shower on my own, and I was a minute or two in when my hand found its way to my desperate cock. Then his voice made me jump out of my skin.

"No, no," He said, "You don't get to cum unless I say so... slave."

And just like that, he was gone. I knew I had to obey since he had paid for my obedience. Although I knew I could have a wank without him knowing, I thought that would be breaking our agreement. So, I stood in the shower, washing the dried cum from my aching arsehole while I was lost in my own thoughts.

After showering, it took me less than two hours to clean his apartment. He kept it pretty well, and it was only a small space.

After that I decided to apply for a few jobs, but twenty minutes in my phone rang. My heart beat out of my chest with I saw it was Leanne, my girlfriend. I hadn't spoken to her since I first cheated with John when I was drunk. I knew I had to answer since I always answered, so she would think it was strange if I didn't.

"H-hello?" I nervously said.

"Hey babe," Leanne replied, "are you on your lunch break?"

As far as Leanne was aware, I was still employed.

"Erm, yeah," I lied. "what are you up to?"

"Nothing really," She told me. "Just got back from a lecture. How's work?"

I was sweating. It felt like I was being interrogated when she only asked me a simple question.

"Y-yeah, it's fine." I replied. My brain wouldn't think of a better answer.

"How's the apartment going?" She asked me. "Hopefully, I can come back and see it soon."

My body jumped. The last thing I wanted was Leanne to meet John! Oh god, the man I had sex with!

"Erm, yeah, it's good. We'll see." I nervously stuttered back to her.

"Is everything okay, babe?" Leanne asked, although I couldn't blame her. I was being weird.

"Yeah, fine," I said and looked around the apartment, "I need to go. Boss wants me. Love you, bye."

I put the phone down before she replied and flopped onto the sofa.

How am I going to live with this? Cheating on her for a month just to pay rent. How did I end up here?

Fortunately, I couldn't worry for long as a knock appeared on my door. As I went to answer it, I already knew who would be there.

"Hey Liam," John said and smiled at me. He had a paper bag in his hands. "Can I come in?"

"Erm, yeah, sure." I replied.

My mind went back to that morning, being on my knees as I sucked his massive cock. My arsehole quivered when I thought about it, stop it, you're not gay!

"Excuse me?" He replied with a strict tone.

"Oh, sorry, Daddy." I whispered.

John came in and I made us both a cup of tea.

"Sorry, I've been out all morning," He told me. "I needed to get a few things from the shop."

I didn't say anything. I knew they were for me, but I dreaded what they were.

John rummaged into the bag and pulled out a leather strap first. It was fairly thin... and pink.

"This is for you." He said and handed it to me.

I looked at the small, pink leather strap in my hands, not really sure what to do with it.

"It's a choker," John told me. "Here, I'll help you put it on."

I stayed still, completely frozen and unable to react as John moved behind me. He pressed the strap against my throat and then wrapped it around my neck and latched it on the back. It was tight, not choking me, but enough to feel uncomfortable.

When he stepped to the side, I saw it in the mirror. it was definitely supposed to be for a girl, being so thin and bright pink.

"While you're my slave, this stays on all the time," He told me. "You can take it off once a day to wash it, but then it goes back on."

I looked at it again. it was tight enough that I couldn't fit a finger inside. How was I going to wear this for a month? I definitely couldn't go out in public with it on!

"Second is this." John said and handed me a box.

I read the cover, enema and douche? I didn't even know what they were.

"I'll show you how it works. Don't worry." He said with a smile. "And finally... for now anyway."

He then placed something in my hand which made me gasp. It was a black, rubbery feeling butt plug! It wasn't nearly as big as John's cock, but it was pretty thick! He couldn't seriously expect me to have this in me, could he?

"Let's get to work." John told me.

He showed me how the enema and douche worked, cleaning my bowels out entirely and making me, in John's words, completely clean.

After that he took me to my bedroom.

"Undress." He ordered.

I didn't say anything but did as he asked.

"Now, bend over and spread those cheeks." He told me.

Again, I did as I was told. My chest hit my mattress as my hands reached back and spread my ass cheeks, presenting my hole to John.

"Now I know you must be sore after losing your virginity," John said, and his words made me wince. "So I won't fuck you today, but you will be wearing this."

A cold, thick liquid was poured between my cheeks, and I clenched up for a few seconds until I relaxed. I felt the head of the butt plug press against my ass and then... John pushed it inside of me. My asshole, which was looser after John, stretched around it and closed again around its neck.

"Ooooh god!" I grunted as my bowels were filled yet again.

"There we go, very pretty." He said, looking at my filled hole.

I didn't move, holding my cheeks spread as I just waited for further instructions.

"Get dressed," He told me. "We'll go for a late lunch."

This did get my attention as I jumped up and faced him.

"What?" I asked. "With this?" I said and pointed to the choker. Every movement reminded me of my filled asshole.

John stepped towards my naked body. He towered over me like a giant, and I instantly withered away in his presence. His hand landed on my face, caressing me.

"You're my pretty sex slave," John told me. "Why wouldn't I want to show you off?"

I stared into his beautiful eyes and felt a heavy breath, and then John looked down and smiled.

"Seems like he likes it." John said and let go of me.

I looked down and saw my hard cock. Fuck. I got dressed and followed John outside. Every person we walked past gave me a funny look. I eventually had to keep my head down out of pure embarrassment. My cheeks felt bright red, and I was shaking.

With every step I felt the plug inside of me move, giving me a strange pleasure from my stretched ass.

We eventually walked into a pub, although it was fairly quiet considering it was the middle of a weekday.

When we walked in, there was a pretty waitress at the front who smiled at us.

"Table for two?" She asked.

John wrapped his arm around me, and then the pretty waitress's eyes went to the pink choker I was wearing.

"Yes please, just us." John told her.

I couldn't look at her, so I kept my eyes to the floor.

"Follow me." The waitress said.

Suddenly John's big strong hand slapped my ass, which pushed me next to the waitress.

"You go with her, babe," John said to me. "I'll get us some drinks."

My cheeks were on fire as my eyes shot wide open and looked at the waitress. She looked equally embarrassed and even giggled. John was smiling at me as I turned to follow the waitress to a table in the centre of the pub. She walked off and returned with two menus.

"This is for you," She said and handed me one. "This is for your boyfriend."

My eyes shot wide again, and my mouth began to move before my brain could stop it.

"He's not my boyfriend." I said, then realised that it sounded even worse!

The waitress giggled again before walking away. I hung my head in shame, feeling the plug push deeper into me against the chair and the choker around my throat.

John came to our table with two diet sodas and sat down.

"Why did you do that?" I whispered.

"Do what?" John asked and took a sip of his drink.

"You embarrassed me," I whispered. "She thinks I'm gay."

John put his glass down and stared into my eyes.

"I know you're not gay," He said firmly and then added, "yet."

Fuck, I knew he was convinced that he would turn me gay. I really had to try and fight it.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, and while I was reading the menu, John began to speak again.

"How are you feeling?" He asked me.

I peeked over the menu at him.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, I know this is all new to you," John told me, "having sex with another man. It's understandable that you must be confused."

I wished he would talk quietly. Anyone nearby would definitely hear about us having sex. Luckily, the pub was pretty empty.

"I, erm, yeah, it's confusing." I admitted.

Then his hand reached across and held onto mine, and it actually did comfort me.

"That's okay," John said softly. "There's nothing wrong with enjoying sex with another man."

"But I'm not gay." I whispered, telling myself that more than him.

"There's nothing wrong with being gay," John told me. "I know many gay men. But honestly, how did you find last night?"

I looked at him, and he had kindness in his eyes.

"It was," I sighed, "it was better than I expected."

"Good," He told me, "And you'd like to do it again?"

"Do I have a choice?" I sighed.

John laughed as he held my hand tighter, I looked around and saw an elderly couple watching me holding hands with this brute.

"No, you don't," He said firmly. "But I want you to enjoy it. I want you to see how good sex with another man can be."

The way John smiled, it was as if he was easing my pained heart.

"It was pretty good." I whispered, lost in his eyes.

"So, you would like to do it again?" He asked me again.

I looked at him. I couldn't lie but I couldn't say the words, so I nodded.

"But..." I whispered, "I have a girlfriend. I'm cheating on her."

"That's true," John replied. "This would be easier if you were single. But hey, she will never learn about this from me. As long as you can keep the secret, then she'll never know."

That would mean lying to her, maybe for the rest of our relationship.

His hand left mine, and I tried to ignore the fact that I would be lying to my girlfriend. I was looking through the menu when suddenly... the plug in my ass began to vibrate, and fucking hard!

My body tensed up, and I slammed the menu down! In front of me John was on his phone and smiling.

"Whhaat is that?" I gasped in a shocked moan.

John's thumb was on his phone screen, and he dragged it down, which brought the vibration down.

It was low but still sending shockwaves of pleasure coming directly from my asshole.

"I always wanted to try one of these out." John said with a grin from ear to ear.

"You're conntroooooollingg!" I gasped as he put it on full power yet again.

My cock instantly went erect, and my legs twitched under the table. I could hear the vibrations coming from inside me. I had to hang my head as my mouth stayed open. It was such a strange feeling, a new sense of pleasure which made it hard to speak.

Then I heard footsteps, and I managed to turn my head and saw the waitress walking over.

"Pleeeaassee." I moaned as the vibrations made my cock leak into my boxers.

"Please, what?" John asked.

The waitress was getting closer, but the sound of the vibrations was ringing through my ears.

"Please... not here.... Please!" I moaned.

My legs started to shake, and it was as if my asshole was just a pleasure spot that was making me moan louder.

"What do you call me?" John asked.

I looked, and the waitress was only a few feet away.

"Daddy.... Daddy..." I whispered and then I couldn't hold it back, "Daddy!"

I turned my head and saw that the waitress stopped dead in her tracks. She had heard me just moan 'Daddy'. Fortunately, John turned the vibrations down, but not fully off.

"Erm, are you ready to order?" The waitress asked when she reached our table.

I was flushed, and her eyes kept darting all over me.

"Yes," John said, "I'll have the steak, and my date here will have the caesar salad."

He's ordering for me now? I thought, but the quiet vibrating in my ass made it so I couldn't speak, in fear that a moan would come out.

"No problem, back soon." The waitress said and walked off.

"Why?" I asked, more moaned.

"You're my slave. Do not forget that," John told me, and his tone turned serious as he stared at me. "You will do what I want, when I want. If I order you to get under the table and suck my dick, then you'll do it."

He turned the vibrations up, and I hit my palm down onto the table as pleasure ran throughout my body.

His words were making my cock leak even harder. He kept the plug on full power, and I started to pant like a dog. I was sure I could cum just from this toy if I let myself. I had to fight it, to distract myself so that I didn't cum in my pants in the middle of a pub.

Finally, when the food arrived, John turned the vibrations onto a low setting. It was still distracting, but after a while I got used to it and could control my actions.

"This is nothing," John said through the meal. "The pleasure I'm going to give you in the next month is going to make you nothing but a gay slut."

"Oooh." I moaned to his words and the vibrations.

"This is just a taste," John told me. "Soon, you'll be begging to be my sex slave forever, to be my sissy slut."

"Please...." I whispered, "I need to cum."

"What?" John asked with a smile on his face.

"Turn it up..." I whispered, my cock begging for release. "Please, make me cum."

"You want to cum here? In your pants? With me controlling the plug that's filling your asshole?" He asked me, but his words turned me on even more.

"Yes!" I moaned. I didn't care about others looking anymore.

The full power vibrations hit me like a ton of bricks, and I gripped onto the table as I just accepted the pleasure, and then it turned down.

"Nooo." I moaned and got a few looks from the few other customers.

"You need my permission to cum, remember?" He said.

"Please let me cum," I begged. I didn't care anymore. "Please, I'm begging you."

"Tell me you're gay." John ordered.

I looked at him, but then I hesitated. For some reason, I couldn't say the words.

"I guess you can't cum then." He told me.

"No!" I almost shouted. "I'm gay," I told him, ready to do anything to cum. "Please daddy, please let me cum."

John sat back, smiling at me while I pleaded with my eyes.

"Go to the bathroom and take the plug out." He ordered.

"Please..." I spoke but he cut me off.

"Do it now!" He ordered firmer.

With pure disappointment I stood up and walked to the bathroom. It was empty, thank god, and I went into a cubicle, pulled my trousers down, and pulled out the plug. No sooner than when it just left my ass was there a knock on the cubicle door.

"It's me, let me in." John's voice said.

I immediately did as he said and opened it. John smiled when he saw me stood there with my hard cock out and plug in one hand.

Without saying a word John walked in, locked the door behind him, and then he moved me out of the way and sat down on the closed toilet. He held onto my hips, and I just followed his lead as I straddled him.

With one hand John pulled out his thick, hard cock, and I felt it touch my ass.

"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" John asked.

He was staring into my eyes, and I instinctively held onto his massive shoulders for support as his cock head tapped at my asshole.

Did I really want him to fuck me right there in a pub bathroom? I was too fucking horny!

"Yes." I panted.

"Yes... what?" He asked, teasing my tight little hole with his wet head.

"Yes, Daddy," I told him, "I want you to fuck me."

Even as the words left my mouth, I couldn't believe I was saying it.

John kept a firm grip on my hips as he began to push me down.

"Ride my big, hard cock... you faggot." John whispered.

I slid down onto his pole and felt his head stretch my asshole and press inside of me.

"Ooooh, thank you, Daddy." I moaned.

John grabbed my head and pulled my lips against his. There was no hesitation from me as I kissed him back. In fact, I forced my tongue into his mouth and passionately made out with this older, muscular man as I slid down his thick hard throbbing cock.

I impaled myself on his beast of a cock, feeling the rim of my asshole grip around his shaft as I moved lower and lower. It was like riding a bat, stretching and filling me.

"Oooohh." I moaned into his mouth.

And then I felt my thighs touch his, and I knew I had taken John's entire cock. My legs twitched, and my fingers gripped onto his shoulders.

"You're so fucking tight." John growled into my mouth.

I lifted myself up, feeling my hole clench around his cock as half left my ass, and then I sat back down again.

"Oooh god! It's... so... good!" I moaned.

Why did his massive cock have to feel so fucking good!

John gripped onto my ass cheeks and helped guide me up and down until I was riding him in a steady rhythm. It was my first time riding a cock, and it was harder than I thought.

I leaned back, pressing my hands into John's chest as I moved up and down. The feeling of my asshole sliding up and down his shaft was fucking unbelievable.

"You dirty fucking whore," John grunted. "Riding my cock in a public bathroom. You're already a desperate gay slut!"

"Urgh... urgh... urgh... yes daddy..." I moaned with every bounce. "I'm a gay slut... I fucking love your cock fucking me."

My feet planted onto the floor as I began to gyrate my hips back and forth, grinding with his cock, balls deep, inside of me. It was hitting all the right spots and making my cock leak all over us both.

With his fingers digging into my flesh, John helped me grind on top of him. My body would rock forward and backwards.

"Oh god... so good... so fucking good!" I moaned.

"Are you gonna cum with my cock in your ass again?" John moaned. "Only true faggots cum just by getting fucked."

"I'm a... I'm a... I'm a..." I panted, "I'm a faggot! Oh fuck I'm a faggot for you, Daddy! Your cock loving, cock sucking, cum guzzling faggot!!"

I was rocking on his cock like a mad man as my orgasm built up and up and up until.

"Ooooh fuuucckk I'm cumming!!" I squealed out like a bitch as my cock, untouched, started to shoot my hot cum into the air where it landed onto John's chest and shirt.

"You fucking slut!" John grunted.

I was delirious, which made it easy for John to pick me up and bend me over the toilet. I held on for dear life while John grabbed my hips and started to hammer in and out of my asshole while I kept cumming all over the toilet seat.

"Ooooh fuuuckk mee, that's deeeep!" I moaned.

John was thrusting his entire length in and out of my asshole, and his big, hairy balls slapped against mine. I was sure we were going to break the toilet with how hard he was fucking me.

SPANK!

John's fingers gripped my ass cheeks.

"I'm gonna fill you up with cum again, my little gay boy! You want that, don't you?" He asked, "You want daddy's big load in your fucking faggot asshole?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I moaned back as my head hit the toilet occasionally. "Cum in me, Daddy! Fill your faggot with cum! Pleeeeeassee!!"

I clenched my asshole around his cock, desperate to milk this amazing man.

"Urrggggh fuuucckk youuuu!!" John roared as my bowels got hit by a thick, hot liquid streaming out of John's cock.

I drained his balls as best I could as I took his hammering. Every inch of my bowels felt like they were getting filled with his seed as he battered my asshole.

His last few thrusts were fierce, crashing me into the toilet as he grunted like a beast.

"Ooh fuck," John moaned as his last load left his cock, "Dirty fucking slut."

"Oh god..." I moaned as his cock left my sticky asshole and cum leaked out, "Thank you... Daddy."

"Good boy," John said. "You best hurry up, or that pretty waitress will wonder where we are."

John left, closing the cubicle door as he went. I used some tissue to try and clean myself, although my asshole and cock were still twitching, and then I headed for the exit.

My heart was in my mouth as I opened the door. I just got fucked by a massive man in a public bathroom, and I loved it!

When I stepped back into the pub my eyes were all over the place, hoping no one was suspicious of what I had just done. The choker around my neck somehow felt tighter.

When I got to our table, John was stood and waiting for me, although the cum stain on his shirt was very obvious.

"I've paid," he told me. "Let's go."

As I walked out besides John, the pretty waitress was giving me a shocked look. I felt humiliated, and my cheeks burnt red.

Together we walked back with his cum leaking out of me and onto my boxers. I got more looks from people seeing my collar. It was humiliating, but somehow my cock was still hard.

We reached the hallway to both of our apartments, and just as I walked past John's, his hand grabbed mine and pulled me towards his massive body.

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet." He whispered and then plunged his tongue into my mouth.

I don't know what sort of pull he had over me, but when his lips touched mine, I could do nothing else other than kiss him back. My tongue ran against his, rubbing together for a moment until John pulled back.

He unlocked his door and pulled me inside.

Once in, John picked me up, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist as he held me against the closed door.

"Mmm fuck, you're such a good boy," John moaned between kisses, "taking my cock in a bathroom. You're already a gay boy for me."

"Oooh god." I moaned into his mouth.

His firm body was pressed against me, and my own hard cock was squeezed against his abs as we made out. I felt like a little girl in his arms with my legs wrapped around him.

Before I knew it, I was sat down onto a table, my legs still spread before him as he pushed them together to take off my trousers. Then, with my hard cock out, John spread my legs again. He spat down onto his cock and lined it up with my asshole.

John's big, strong hand grabbed my thighs and lifted me slightly as he penetrated my asshole once again.

"Ooooooohh yeeeess!" I moaned as he reached deeper and deeper inside of me.

I looked at his massive cock unbelievably stretching and filling my asshole. It was hard to believe that before the other day I had never touched another cock, yet there I was taking him balls deep.

Once he was fully inside me, my legs began to shake. My back was pressed against the wall while John held me, staring into my eyes as though I were his prey.

In one smooth motion he pulled his cock out and slid it back inside of me.

"Fuuck!" I grunted and grabbed onto his massive biceps.

"Do you love my cock?" John asked me.

I stared into his eyes, feeling nothing but pleasure as my mouth opened.

"Yes!" I moaned in pure honesty, "I love it... I love you fucking me!"

"Because you're my gay boy?" John asked while he slowly used my asshole to stroke his cock.

"Yeees!" I moaned. "I'm your gay boy!"

John plunged his tongue back into my mouth, passionately making out with me as his cock glided back and forth, using my rim to wrap around him.

I was moaning and panting into John's mouth like a whore when he pulled back. I watched as he spat down onto my own hard cock, then his right hand gripped onto it and began to stroke.

"Ooh fuck... fuck... yes! Oh Daddy! Yes!" I moaned.

"You like that, my fucking whore?" John moaned while he simultaneously wanked and fucked me.

"Yees! Oh god, yes!!" I moaned.

My body was sweating as this older man had his way with me.

"Fuck, I love having you as my slave!" John moaned.

He kept fucking me, giving my body immense pleasure.

"I won't last much longer, bitch." John moaned.

"No!" I panted in dispair. "Please... not yet, daddy"

I was in love with the feeling of his cock that I never wanted it to end. I grabbed onto his shirt, and my knuckles turned white from my tight grip.

"Not yet... oh god... yes... please... don't stop!" I moaned.

He stroked me faster, and his spit mixed with my precum which resulted in a wet handjob as he fucked me. My own orgasm quickly built up inside from the double pleasure.

"Yes! Yes! Mmmmmfff! Oh Daddy, I'm close!" I squealed.

"Cum for me, you faggot whore!" John roared.

His cock was throbbing inside me, forcing my asshole to stretch over and over. I knew he was close to cumming.

In my complete loss of control due to lust, I pulled on his shirt until I mashed my lips against his, and my tongue forced its way into his mouth as I finally exploded.

"Ooooh fuuuckk mee Daddy!!" I screamed into his mouth as my cock unleashed my heavy load all over my shirt.

"Fuuuucckkk!!" John roared into my mouth, and I felt him filling me up with yet another load of his thick, creamy cum.

We were both panting into the other's mouth, our lips stick together even while they were open as he kept thrusting, milking his own balls while draining mine.

"Oh god... oh god... oh god..." I panted.

When I let go of his shirt John stayed there, his lips against mine as he gave me three... then four more heavy thrusts, and his balls were fully drained.

My shirt was drenched in my own cum, and as John pulled out, I felt my stretched asshole leak with his cum. My feet found the floor, but my legs were like jelly.

"I'm so glad you got fired." John said with a smile.

I felt weak, and my mind was a mess after such an amazing orgasm. I barely knew what I said until after I said it.

"So am I." I panted.

John took me into the bathroom where I washed him again, and then he washed me. Once we were out, I sat on his sofa completely naked as my clothes were covered in cum.

I stayed there for another two hours while we just chatted and hung out. It was actually nice to have another person to spend time with, even if I was naked the whole time. I didn't feel the loneliness I had felt since my girlfriend went to Uni.

Then, I gave John another blowjob and went back to my own apartment.

As I laid there in the dark with the taste of his cum still on my tongue, I couldn't stop thinking in my head.

How can sex with him be so good? I thought, it's better than any sex I've had with Leanne. Maybe I'm bi? Or is it just Daddy... shit, I mean, John.