He Thought He Was Straight

I slipped my tongue back between Charlene's soft little lips and she grasped it and sucked gently. We were lying on her bed, both fully clothed, as I ground my hips gently into hers. This was about as far as we usually got. The shots we'd gotten when we were kids made it impossible to have sex, although that didn't stop us from making out and dry-humping each other anytime her parents were at work.

She released my tongue. "Joshua -- " I rolled over so I could listen to her. "Are... are you still going to want me after we get back from our service?"

I had turned nineteen a week ago, and she had turned eighteen two weeks ago. The next day, the buses were coming to take us to the separate respite facilities where we would both be performing our mandatory government service for the next three years. There were separate facilities for boys and girls, of course. But only men were allowed to go to any of the facilities to be serviced. The government had been able to keep the details pretty casual for now, but we knew that much.

"Why wouldn't I want you?" I asked, looking at that face with its bobbed brown hair framing her ears, the freckles and her slightly large hazel eyes giving her a younger look than the eighteen-year-old I knew her to be.

"I'lll... I mean, all those men. I'll be dirty. Contaminated. Used."

"What do you think is going to happen to me?"

She blushed. "But it's different for boys. You're... supposed to be dirty."

"It's not like I ever dreamed about spending three years taking cock, you know. They say I have to do it for my country. Whatever."

I couldn't read her face. "I'm just worried that you're going to feel differently about me once you're not the only one who has touched me like this."

"Charlene, once all those guys are done with it and I get to be free, my dick will be yours. Don't even ask silly questions." I turned to her and kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around me and we rolled around like we were trying to lock our bodies into each other and throw away the key.

On the bus the next day, I was seated next to a chubby, slightly femme-looking boy with a bowl haircut. "Hi, I'm Luke," he said.

"I'm Joshua. Uh... how are you doing?"

"I'm scared. All those men -- what will they want from me?"

"Your ass and mouth, mostly," I said. "Maybe your dick sometimes."

"I know that,' he said in a high-pitched voice. "I mean, emotionally."

Emotions hadn't really entered into my thinking about what was about to happen to me. I was going to be treated like a piece of meat for the next three years, I knew. By guys. I knew what guys were like. I knew what we talked about in the locker room after playing baseball. I didn't know very many gay guys, but I imagined they were sort of like straight guys, except that they liked dick and ass. I must have been staring blankly into the distance.

"Anyway," Luke chirped, "I'm trying to see the good side, too."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, I mean, I like girls, but I have to admit I'm curious about sex with a guy. What would it feel like to be with someone as horny as me? Getting used, just being along for the ride, you know? Not having to make any of the decisions?"

"So maybe you're gay. I'm not, though."

We didn't talk much for the rest of the three-hour ride. When the bus pulled into Whispering Pines Respite Facility, the other nineteen-year-old guys and I got off the bus and hefted our backpacks, suitcases or cardboard boxes. The building in front of us was gray, maybe ten stories tall, and dotted with small, tinted windows.

After finding our assigned bunks (drab, made up with grayish sheets, and too narrow), we reconvened in what looked like a classroom. I was surprised to see a woman stride in with the authority of a teacher. "I'm Lorelei," she said. She had nice tits and was probably about thirty.

She set up a presentation on the computer. "Welcome to Whispering Pines Respite Facility, boys. You're going to spend the next three years performing a valuable service to your country. As you know, men are aggressive and violent by nature, and that's true whether they're attracted to women, to other men, to both, or to whomever else. President Miller had the incredible idea to provide free sex to any man over the age of twenty-one who wants it, which burns off excess energy that they would otherwise use for doing crimes. Of course, someone has to provide that sex, and that's where you come in. Men are all different and special, of course, but whether they like girls or boys or both, most of them agree that the youngest ones are the hottest. Of course, we would never want to make children under 18 have sex -- that would just be wrong -- and since boys take longer than girls to mature, we're starting you here at 19 while your girlfriends and sisters get to start their service at 18."

I knew most of that already. Not that I agreed with it, necessarily. I was horny, and I couldn't have sex, but it didn't make me want to kill anybody. Maybe I was the weird one, though.

"In your first year at Whispering Pines, you'll be focused on bottoming, which means you'll be offering your tight, hot little asses to any man who wants to prong a butthole. Once you turn twenty, you'll begin training on fellatio. That means sucking and licking men's cocks, which feels really good, as I'm sure you'll learn someday. Finally, in your last year, you'll get to be a top: some men come in so they can get fucked themselves, and you'll be the one doing the fucking." Lorelei was awfully worked up about sex between men, for a woman. I hadn't thought women were into that.

Before I could think too much about dicks in my mouth and ass, she continued. "It all starts with tonight. Fucking a hot young man for the very first time is a special privilege, not to be shared with the general public. We have a staff of experienced top men who are here to introduce your assholes to the joys of cock for the first time. We want to make sure you know your place, so they're all old and unattractive, but we assure you that they're good at their jobs."

I wasn't sure if it would be better to get fucked by a man I thought was hot, or an ugly man. Not that I thought any men were hot, but maybe if it was someone my age with long hair and a smooth chest and ass, I could squint and pretend a girl was shoving her dick up my ass. There would be no escaping the reality that a man was using me for sex, I realized. And -- tonight? Somehow, I'd expected to have more time to prepare. Gulp.

In the shared bathroom, there were laminated instructions for prepping your ass and a basket of individually wrapped douche nozzles. Lorelei had explained the process to us and emphasized that we didn't need to do a perfect job. "These are guys who aren't going to faint if they get a little shit on their dicks!" The sensation of the warm water flowing up my ass was... strangely a little bit hot? I alternated between filling my ass with warm water and shitting the liquid out into the toilet a couple of times, then decided to call it good. I took a clean white towel from the tall stack and wrapped it around my waist. I had left my clothing folded on my bunk, as instructed.

And then I was led to the room where it would all happen. There were dark curtains on either side. I realized that there must be windows underneath the curtains, which meant there were going to be people watching me give my ass over to some grandpa type. Great.

In the middle of the room was a large bed made up with white sheets, and next to it was a cart holding a large tub. I had been instructed to take off the towel and lie down on the bed, legs spread apart. My flaccid cock and balls flopped to one side. I couldn't imagine ever being horny again.

I heard the door open. "Hi, Joshua, I'm Richard," a voice said. He was tall and thick, with dark hair all over his body and a beer belly. He had a carefully trimmed mustache and beard and shoulder-length black hair. "I'll be taking your anal virginity tonight."

Reflexively, I flipped over. I didn't want to beat around the bush, so to speak. Richard strode towards me and I felt a hand gently parting the cheeks of my ass. A moist finger gently pressed against my asshole, without entering it. And then: the warmest, softest feeling I'd ever felt, a tongue making its way around the perimeter of my anus and then tentatively breaching its entrance. I moaned to keep from crying. Richard's tongue flicked against the circle of my anal opening as his beard brushed my buttocks. His tongue got more insistent, swabbing the outside of my asshole intensely. I felt my entire body soften. The feeling of his tongue lapping at my asshole was like air being pumped into me, like floating and flying. I couldn't get enough of it. I wanted to yell at him to never stop, but my body wouldn't let me say a word. I just dipped my head down lower and my ass higher, presenting myself to his mouth for his consumption.

After my anus was good and wet, I felt Richard's fingertip press gently but firmly against my anal entrance. It was withdrawn, then I heard the greasy slap of the old man lubing up his hand, then I felt the finger again, this time even softer and hotter. I gasped as the tip of his index finger slipped up my butt, penetrated me for the first time. Involuntarily, my asshole clenched rhythmically around his finger. He shortly extracted it, then there was a pause during which I assumed he was dipping his hand in the tub of grease again. Something firmer and girthier penetrated my asshole. It must be two fingers. I felt the fingers flex and something angelic touched against a spot inside my ass that made me feel like I was in heaven. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted another finger. God help me, I wanted him to shove his dick up my ass and fuck me until he came.

I got what I wanted. He must have judged my ass to be wet and loose enough, because I heard a slapping sound and then I felt something bigger than a finger tentatively circle the exterior of my anal opening. I felt pressure, then a lot of pressure, then I felt myself open up and be filled up with... I guess it was Richard's dick. I heard myself moan. He was in me. I had been penetrated by a man. I would never be the same. He pushed himself all the way in and I felt the length of him invade my rectum. He began to fuck me. I arched my back and felt like I was sighing, yet no sound came out. I felt his hands gripping my hip bones. His fucking reached an insistent rhythm inside my rectum, and I felt his long balls slap my perineum. His hands were strong and he felt slippery and sinewy. I felt my cock harden, and it terrified me.

I realized my hand was on my cock and I was jerking myself off while Richard fucked me in the ass. I wanted to stop, i wanted to resist, but I was letting him use my body as a soft substrate in which to immerse his penis. I heard Richard moan and groan. He wasn't skinny and there were a lot of slapping sounds from different parts of his body snapping against my tight ass. I felt like I was being split down the middle with a long, hard thing, which I knew was Richard's old penis, but I didn't quite want to admit it to myself. I was full -- full of cock. I guessed that soon I was going to be full of semen; as I rubbed the head of my dick, I felt drops of precum ooze out.

"Yeah, that's right, boy. Grip my cock with your ass. I want to feel your ass tighten around my dick until it squeezes out my cum and fills up your rectum." I gasped. Despite everything I thought I had always wanted, and not wanted, the sensation of the old man's penis penetrating my butthole was incredible. If this was what gay men were always doing, then finally I understood the point of being gay. I was open and available to be fucked, and I was getting fucked, and a man was fucking me and soon he was going to fill up my ass with his hot, frothing cum. I felt my balls get closer to my body. I rubbed my thumb over my piss-slit and felt more slippery liquid that I spread all over my cockhead, not that it was going to get to go inside anybody right now.

"Fuck, Joshua, your hot ass is making my cock feel so good!" Richard groaned and kept pounding me. I felt colonized, I felt like I wasn't really myself anymore and was just a container for the forceful thrusts of this graying man who was getting ready to spray his semen all over my insides. I kept jerking my penis, even though I didn't really know why I was doing it. It felt like the head of Richard's dick was pressing a button inside me that created exponentially more pleasure every time it got hit. I was a bucket about to overflow.

"FUCK!" Richard began to drill my ass even faster, although I hadn't realized that was possible. Before I knew it, hot liquid was filling up my butt and I couldn't stand it, so I squeezed the life out of my dick and I shot my boy-cum onto the white sheets as I screamed atonally. We both lay down, motionless, and I felt the older man's hot weight on top of me; I felt every square inch of skin light up with the contact against his skin. Slowly, he withdrew from my ass. I was glad he didn't say anything. The contact broke and I heard the door close behind him. I was alone, with Richard's semen leaking out of my gaping ass and my own semen soaking the sheets underneath me. I remembered that there must be guys watching me, but that wasn't my concern. All I could take in was the heat at the base of my penis and the tingling in my rectum. Richard's dick had changed who I was. No longer was I just another straight boy trying to get his girlfriend to let him put his hand down her hands. I was a man who had been fucked by another man, and I had liked it. I had orgasmed in large part because another man had slid his big penis into my ass and fucked it until he came.

I don't know how long I lay there, face down, ass up. Eventually I grabbed my towel, wrapped around me, and I left, cum running down the backs of my legs. I didn't care about the scum coating my skin -- I had too much to think about.

When I made it back to my bunk, I closed my eyes and lay in the dark. The next thing I knew, I was waking up again and in the last scene on my mind, I was buried up to the hilt in Charlene's pussy, which I'd never even seen in real life, and I was pounding her while Richard drilled my ass. I was sandwiched in between the older man and my hot young girlfriend. I also knew that by now, my hot young girlfriend's pussy had been used as a scumbucket by more than a few gross old men. This made it even more urgent for me to claim that territory with my cock. The natural order of things seemed to be in place: older man drilling the younger man's ass while the younger man pronged a sweet pussy. I got to be the younger man. I was grateful to be who I was, even if I wasn't exactly sure who I was anymore now that I had gotten pleasure from a man fucking me. I felt my own hand wrap around my hard cock as I drifted back to sleep.