Giving it up

Giving it up again

My head pounded from a hangover as I struggled to make sense of what happened to me the night before. As I replayed my encounter with Craig in my fuzzy hungover mind it almost seemed like a dream. But my sore ass was a constant reminder that it was all real. I had been fucked. 

I was ashamed of myself. I had always been taught that guys who got fucked were weak. I remembered Shawn joking about Manuel being the "girl" of the relationship. In our world, guys who got fucked were bitches. As I struggled with my feelings, I decided I would never do it again. It was fun once, but I would just be straight from now on, and hopefully nobody would ever find out about it. 

"Cover your asshole." Shawn said snapping me out of my haze. I turned and saw Craig walking towards us. My heart raced as I prayed he wouldn't say anything. He kept his word, politely saying good morning and walking to his boat. 

A wave of relief washed over me as I snuck a glance at the guy that had just fucked me. Nobody could ever find out about this, especially Shawn. He was a major homophobe and I knew what he would do if he found out. 

Craig pulled his boat to the gas pump, and I began fueling it. He acted as if nothing had happened, but when he gave me his credit card he slipped me a piece of paper. 

"If you want another boat ride text me." It said along with his phone number. I had already decided I definitely didn't want another boat ride, but for some reason I didn't throw it away. 

But of course two nights later we were dropping anchor in the isolated cove again. After my soreness went away, all I could think about was Craig fucking me again. I tried to fight the urges, but I eventually text him. 

"I was glad to hear from you." He said handing me a beer. "I was worried I came on to strong and was a bit to aggressive." 

"It's ok. I liked it. Except my ass hurt all day." I replied. 

"Sorry about that. I can get carried away. I suppose I am used to guys that like it rough, and I tend to take charge. I was probably way to rough on you, with it being you first time." He said with a smile. I could tell he wasn't really sorry. He had really enjoyed taking control and having his way with me.

"It's ok, I kind of liked it." I admitted. The truth was I loved it. Part of my curiosity with gay sex was my desire to be submissive, to feel a man take control of me and make me his bitch. When I watched porn I loved to see the top dominate the bottom, and had always fantasized about a guy doing that to me. 

"Just kind of liked it?" He asked with a lewd smile. He stood up and walked over to me, pulling me to my feet. "I think you really liked it." He slid my shorts down and my hard dick gave me away. 

He gave me a deep kiss while he stroked my cock and teased a nipple. His hand went from my cock to my ass, sliding down to my hole where he rubbed it with a finger. Involuntarily I let out a moan as he touched my hole, giving myself away. My body relaxed completely as I melted with his touch. I began to rub his hard cock through his shorts.

"Yeah you really like it don't you?" He asked. His finger pressed hard against my ass. 

"Oh yes." I moaned feeling his cock throb in my hand. I wanted him again. He turned me around so he was behind me, his cock between my ass cheeks while he hands explored my body. He played with my nipples again and roughly tugged my dick. We was pushing me towards the bench seat, and before I knew what happened I was bent over the side of the boat with my knees on the seat as he ate my ass. 

Fuck this felt good. It felt better than a blowjob. His hands spread my cheeks open as he teased my hole with his tounge. I looked down into the dark water as I gave my ass up to this man again. I started to play with my dick, but immediately quit as I almost came. 

I felt a finger wiggling inside me, then a second one. "You ready to get fucked?" I heard him ask from behind me. His fingers played in me, stretching me open. A loud moan escaped my mouth after I felt him give my ass a hard slap. "Like that do you?" He asked before giving me another spanking. I moaned again and I received another swat. "Yeah boy, give up that pussy." He snarled spanking me again. "You ready to get fucked?" 

"Oh yes. Fuck me hard!" I whimpered. I felt pathetic but I didn't care. I felt another swat as his fingers roughly fuck me. His fingers slid out and I felt his thick cock push in. It hurt as it pushed through me, but not as bad as before. It pushed through my tightness and soon he was all the way in and pulling it back out. He began ramming it in then dragging it slowly all the way out. It was such a strange feeling, the pain of being penetrated again followed by the wonderful feeling of him sliding out of me and I was going crazy. 

He grabbed me from behind and pulled me up to him. He held me up by wrapping his forearm around my neck as his dick rammed in me. "I knew this ass would be mine as soon as I saw you." He whispered in my ear as he thrust inside of me. "I could just tell you were aching to give up this pussy." 

For a second I wondered how he could tell, but he began kissing my neck and pinching my nipple and I didn't care how he knew. I ground my ass against him to get his cock deeper. "Yeah work that ass. Show me you want it." He whispered. "Oh fuck that pussy feels good." He tightened his hold on me as he pounded a bit harder. 

He pulled me down on the bench seat and we layed on our sides as he drilled me deep. First he held my legs together than held one up, hitting my insides in different spots. His cock felt so good, slick with lube and sliding in and out of me, now fucking me fast. "Oh fuck, I'm about to cum. Fuck yeah. Make me cum boy." He was moaning from behind me. He slapped my ass again, and after a few really hard pumps I felt him explode inside of me. 

"Oh fuck yes. Damn boy, your hole is so good. Your such a hot little fuck." He groaned, as he finished cumming. His cock came out of me and he sat up, breathing heavy and trying to catch his breath. 

He pulled me up beside him and put his arm around me. "Jerk off for me." He demanded. I started jacking off fast but he told me to slow down."That's right. Go slow. Let it build. Don't cum til I say." He said as I slowly played with myself. 

I wanted to explode. It had been building the whole time he had been fucking me. But he made me just go slow, and it was almost pure torture. I began moaning like crazy, the orgasm had built and I needed to release it. But he wouldn't let me."Let it build, that's right. Not yet." He instructed. He had kind of put me in a chokehold and was pinching my nipples again which made it worse. My whole body was feeling extra sensitive, as my orgasm built some more. 

"Please I have to cum!" I begged. Precum dripped from the head of my cock all over my hand. 

"Not yet." He teased. 

"Oh fuck!" I said almost yelling. "Please let me cum!" 

"Hmmmm. What will you do for me?" He taunted. 

"Anything! I will do anything. Just please let me cum!" I pleaded. 

"Hmmmm I am imagining the possibilities of having you willing to do anything. I will hold you to that!" He said. 

"Ok!" I moaned, squirming in agony. "Just let me cum please! 

"I like when you beg." He said enjoying himself. "Ok." He made me let go of my cock, then grabbed it. He didn't really stroke it, just grabbed it hard, and when he did I couldn't hold back any longer. I looked up at the sky as I released myself, feeling my hot cum shoot all over me. I felt like it would never stop, and when it did I felt paralyzed. I couldn't move. 

He licked my cum off of my body and kissed me with it in his mouth. "So fucking hot boy!" He said after feeding me my own cum. "You are a dirty boy aren't you." 

I just nodded. I couldn't even talk. "You ok?" He asked with a laugh.

"I don't know what happened." I said finally.

"What happened is you came!" He laughed. Bet you have never came like that before though." 

No. I had never came like that before. 

I finally recovered and we drank a few more beers and talked. I told him about my sexual confusion, and how I had been struggling with my desires. It felt good to talk to someone about something I had been hiding for so long. I confessed that I loved getting fucked, but was ashamed of myself because of it.

"You like what you like. There's nothing wrong with that." He explained."It doesn't mean anything. I know a cage fighter that likes to dress like a woman and get gangbanged. We slap him around, call him names and treat him like shit. He could kick all of our asses. It's just what he likes. It's for fun. It doesn't mean he's weak." 

"That sounds kind of hot actually." I said. Craig laughed. 

"Well I'm not sure if you're ready for that. We will work up to it." He said with a smile."But you did promise me you will do anything." 

I felt myself blush. "Yeah I do owe you." 

"Well I will hold you to it." He said. "I am kind of enjoying breaking you in. But I'll warn you right now, I have a pretty dirty mind, and lot's of nasty ideas. A hot bottom who will do anything is just what I like." His smile looked a bit evil as he thought about it. "But honestly it is hot to help you explore. And feel free to talk to me about anything. I went through just what you're going through." 

He took me back to the dock and I walked home feeling sore again. But I didn't mind. I was a bit sad leaving him, the one person I could be honest with.