He Joked "It's Ok If You Are Gay!"

He was older, yet we had the same group of coworkers and friends. He was cool, he was friendly and funny. It was easy to like him and easy to brush off his playful jokes about me being gay. I wasn't, I had a girlfriend, but that didn't stop him from teasing me, for some reason.

We had just dropped off a female coworker, who I liked. I was now alone in his car.

He said, "You don't have to pretend that you like her. It's okay if you are gay." Then he laughed.

Again, I told him that I wasn't and he said prove it.

"That's silly," I said, "How can I prove that?"

He pulled his car off the road and parked. I watched, wide eyed, as he took out his huge, black cock. Why didn't I object? He said, "You can prove it by touching it, or better yet, by sucking it. If you don't like it, that would prove that you're not gay. But, if you get a hard on, then you are!"

I don't know if it made sense to him or if this was just another way for him to mess with me. What I did know was that I had to hide the fact that my eyes felt so incredibly drawn to his massive, alluring cock. Thick veins, a fat, mushroom head. The unexpected desires that I felt! I didn't know the affect it could have.

There was some more back and forth. But, I could not deny that I was still sitting there and not objecting. Somehow, objecting wasn't even a thought in my mind.

"Fine," I told him. I guess I wanted to touch him more than I could admit. I wrapped my fingers around his girthy, thick shaft and without thinking, rubbed it and stroked it before I caught myself and stopped. Damn, my own cock got so hard, so fast. I knew that I couldn't let on. I knew that I had to try and hide it.

"You can put your mouth on it," he said softly, encouragingly. I don't even know what I said, if anything. I felt a dizziness. I felt light headed. It was a blur. His cock had become even bigger, now so huge and impossibly stiff. So warm and thick in my hand. Yes, I was still holding it. How could I deny it? I wasn't sure if I could fit it in my mouth, even if I wanted to. That was the thing, though. I did want to!

"It's okay. You can try it." His hand fell to my crotch and felt my own erection through my pants. "See! I knew it," he said with a laugh. I think we both knew that we were well past those jokes, however.

I don't even know. Was it a spell? Was it a deep down lust? His huge cock seemed to have a power over me. I did want this, more than anything!

The instant my lips touched it, I think that I knew. The was right for me, this was my place. I loved cock, more than I ever even imagined. Sliding my lips over his huge cock's head. Having it fill my mouth, stuff my mouth, nothing was more natural, amazing and wonderful. Soft, muffled moans and sucking sounds filled the car.

"Okay, okay, you can stop," he said with a laugh. He pushed me back from his cock. I felt so glassy eyed and dizzy, and so hungry for more. Of course, he had to know that. "Unless you want to keep sucking my cock?" he said. Gosh, he was such an asshole! He wanted to hear me say it.

"Fine," I said, almost drooling for his dick, "I want to suck your cock" The gravity of that moment wouldn't fully hit me until later. Yes, I liked sucking dick, but admitting it, out loud? Maybe I had wanted to?

He got up, onto his knees in his seat. I watched as he took his huge dong in his hand and began to stroke it. His other hand reached for me, pulling my forward with no resistance. I wanted this, more than he even knew! Hearing his grunts, his groans as he neared orgasm made my cock leak precum. I had never been more aroused, more turned on. I had never wanted anything more. I think, deep down, I needed this, craved this. He pointed his huge cock at my face and open mouth and fed me his cum.

Feeling it on my face changed me, enlightened me. Tasting it, swallowing it, it enlivened me.

He gently slapped my cheek and lips with his huge dick, as I continued to kiss it and lick up his cum. Shamelessly, I was done hiding.

After, I thought that I would of been more embarrassed, but I felt wonderful. As we drove, I only had one thought, "Do you want to pull over again?"

Without even saying a word, he drove me to his place. Without a word, I followed him inside. He lead me, turned and directed me, into his bedroom. "Ever been fucked?" he asked. I had not and told him so, but found it hard to hide my arousal.

He had me lay near the edge of the bed, on my side. He raised my leg and whispered, "Breath out and push out." Nervously, I did and felt his lubed and huge cock's tip push against my tight opening. It felt so good! My eagerness was surprising! Under my breath, I whispered, "Yes, yes!"

My eyes went wide and I breathed in deeply as he pushed into me. His cock was in me! I was getting fucked! Was this even real? I felt drunk. His movements caused my movements, rocking back and forth on the bed as he cock filled me, stretched me, pleasured me. How could it feel this good, but hurt so bad?

I couldn't even think straight. My whispers were unfiltered, "Fuck me. Cum in me." His shaking, his grunting, I felt so complete. My hole seemed to crave his seed. My hole seemed to grip him and milk him, hungry for it, desperate for it.

Laying there after, used, I felt the most euphoric feeling come over me.

I felt his hand on my side. His jokes, his tough demeanor gone, he asked if I was okay. I only smiled and asked, "When do you think that you can cum again?"