Eat my ass, you fuckin faggot

Arthur is a 44-year-old straight guy. He’s rather handsome but not married, not even dating some young or older women whom he calls “chicks”. Because of his firm huge ass, colleagues at work tell him that he would be a popular target in the Gay Village. But Arthur immediately makes it known that he is 100% heterosexual. To prove it, he tells anti-gay jokes, using the word “faggot” even after having been cautioned about homophobic slurs.

The entrance to the Gay Village in Toronto is the Wellesley subway station, near Yonge Street, a few steps away from the popular Church Street stretch of bars, restaurants, boutiques, saunas, and condo buildings occupied 90% by gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender people. Arthur happens to be living a few streets west of the Village, near Bay Street, close to the financial district where he works.

As mentioned before, Arthur’s main asset consists in boasting a firm huge ass. His reddish cock is pretty small and looks like it’s half-cut and half-uncut. Very appetizing! His dark pink balls are tight and slightly hairy, just like his ass hole. The size of Arthur’s rosebud makes him a priceless commodity in the Village. It is as big as a loonie, the Canadian one-dollar coin introduced in 1987, with a 26.5 mm diameter.

Arthur keeps away from the gay bar scene and would not dare enter a gay sauna. This does not prevent him from fantasizing on ordering a guy to eat his ass hole. He even has a sling in his bedroom to position himself for quality rimming. Alone on a Saturday night, he strips naked, and takes place in the sling for a well-planned scenario. He first caresses his soft dick and cries out: “I know you want this in your mouth, you slutty faggot.” Then he squeezes his yummy balls and adds: “I know that you dream of licking my jewels, you damned pervert!”

The ceremony around Arthur’s ass hole follows a virile script. He first points out the short hairy twigs that highlight his rosebud, like a halo around a saint’s head. “Come on, faggot, lick those virile feathers, pull on them with your teeth!” By the orders given, you would think that Arthur has watched a bunch of gay porn videos. “Sniff my hole! Rub your nose in my divine haven! Gradually lick the sexy wrinkles of my straight hole!”

The plot thickens. Arthur starts flexing his ass hole muscle, almost dripping like pre-cum. “Slide your fuckin tongue inside! Taste the sweat! Lick my hole clean!” His heart beat increases, he moans heavily, he slaps his behind, and he keeps ordering around the imaginary faggot: “I want to feel your tongue all the way inside, you’re my bitch tonight! Keep worshipping my priceless treasure! Jerk off in the entrance of my love canal; I want to feel the warmth of your man juice!”

By using the expression “love canal” to describe his ass hole, Arthur clearly indicates that he is far from being 100% straight. After every Saturday night scenario, he doesn’t feel completely satisfied. He starts sneaking around the Gay Village to get an eyeful first. This enables him to imagine more clearly the type of guy he would like... maybe, to invite to his house… to his bedroom sling. Even if it’s already 3 a.m., there are still guys wandering around in the Village. Arthur notices a possible prospect and exchanges a friendly sign. He seems surprised by the interest shown in return. He didn’t know that cruising could be that easy. He slows down to give the young man enough time to strike up a conversation.

“What are you looking for? I want quick action, my place or yours.”

“Would you accept to eat my ass hole? I would be installed in a sling.”

“Fuck! That is exactly what I love to do. Could I also fuck you?”

“Not too fast, this is my first time with a faggot, I mean a gay man.”

“Let’s get the ball rolling or the balls licking, we can cross the fuck-bridge when we get there. My name is Ted.”

“I’m Henry”, lies Arthur.

On that note, they head towards Bay Street. As soon as Arthur-Henry strips naked, Ted is amazed by the size of his late-night pick-up partner’s ass. Once he sees the big yummy hole, the tongue twisting gets in full gear. It is loud and clear. “Holy fuck, this is so fuckin tasty! Don’t budge, I want to fill your hole with my piss and slurp it.” Arthur never imagined that his first gay encounter would turn out to be so hot. His small dick is now hard. He wants to erupt in Ted’s rosebud. They change position and Arthur becomes 100% gay. He covers Ted’s hole with a creamy load and licks it greedily.

Arthur is on cloud nine. He is opened to more than he ever imagined: a full-blown ass fucking. But that is another chapter.