Opportunistic Sex

Early on in my gay life, I discovered the enjoyment of gay for pay straight men, who were willing to sell themselves to gay men for meagre sums of money. I was under no illusion that this was a risky endeavour and that could go south and lead to dangerous consequences. I did, nonetheless have an ace up my sleeve in this regard, because my father had insisted that I got schooled in martial arts from an early age. In short, as the saying goes, I could handle myself rather efficiently.

I only had one incident when a straight thug got clever and ended up floored with a sore head and a fat lip after I left him injured in a remote parking lot. What pleased me most, was that no money changed hands. Happily, this bully had got his comeuppance and finally got his just reward, or lack thereof.

One evening after visiting a gay bar and finding nobody that appealed to me, I left frustrated and horny. The bar had been overrun by flapping queens, far removed from my bill of fare of sexual preference. I liked adaptable blue-collar men who were from the wrong sides of the tracks. On an impulse, I decided to visit a railway station where gay-for-pay straight men hung out.

It did not take too long before a large hunky blue-collar man approached my vehicle. Wary initially, that he may be an undercover cop, I soon fathomed that he was too dopey and ill-kempt to fit the mould.

As he spoke, it was also clear that he was as thick as two planks. Kosie, his name, as I would later learn, had a double-digit IQ. This was not a turnoff for me, and I could feel myself hyperventilating as his negotiating skills got underway. To my amazement, Kosie was only looking for a bit of fun. He was married, employed, and with the full knowledge of his wife, liked m2m action.

‘’Do you want to come to my apartment?’’ I finally asked.

‘’Yes,’’ he replied bashfully.

Our journey to my place was littered with inane chatter, fully displaying his lack of intelligence. My horniness, however, negated any logical reasoning in this regard.

‘’What do like most?’’ he asked as we finally entered the parking area of my complex.

‘’Anything… I am versatile,’’ I responded.

As I glanced at him, his face lit up. As I parked my vehicle his hand slipped into my shorts.

‘’Ooh, you’ve got a big one,’’ he gushed.

Although I wasn’t a donkey, I had a very fat eight cock.

As he caressed my erect throbbing cock, he excitedly said, ‘’I want you to fuck me hard.’’

‘’No problem,’’ I retorted.

Once inside my apartment, I offered him a beer that he gratefully accepted.

‘’So, where’s your bedroom,’’ he lasciviously inquired.

It was clear that Kosie wanted to get down to business as soon as possible. Compliantly, I led the way. Once there, he began stripping after placing his unfinished beer on my dressing table. In cahoots, I followed suit.

Once naked, I looked at his body. Kosie was not into physical fitness and even had a slight paunch. Apart from that, he was also not into manscaping and his frame was covered with fluff. His uncut cock looked smaller than it was, because of a generous bush that had obviously, never been trimmed. His large feet were not particularly attractive, but like his rough hands, the nails were clipped very short. For me, there is no greater turnoff than long dirty nails.

Although I had gone to bed with far better-looking men than Kosie, his overall coarseness excited me enormously. I was going to fuck the hell out of him and make him my bitch. The juxtaposition of his look, and the request he had made in my vehicle, overwhelmed me with horniness.

Although I had a solid build, Kosie was far larger than me. The doe-eyed look of his eyes, however, spurred my aggressive demeanour. As I steered his body toward the bed, Kosie timidly allowed me to manipulate him. After tossing him face down on the bed, I pushed his legs asunder. After opening his furry crack, I was relieved to see it was clean. After diving straight in, however, I was met with the heavenly smell of an odorous sweaty crack.

As my nose and tongue went berserk, Kosie began to bleat like a lamb. To add to the drama, my hands commenced slapping his rump and butt cheeks vigorously. Kosie’s bleats now turned to pants of ecstasy as he wriggled his butt like a bitch in heat.

‘’I am going to fuck, bitch… Fuck you, fuckin’ hard,’’ I exclaimed in slobbering gushes.

‘’Yes, yes… Please fuck me,’’ he whimpered.

‘’I fuck you when I’m ready,’’ I chided, as my mouth suctioned onto his rosebud and my teeth clamped onto the fleshy folds.

As I began to gnaw, unearthly sounds erupted from Kosie.

Overcome with excitement, I scooted upward and rammed my dry cock into his arse. The writhing and grunts that ensued were mind-blowing. After a few vicious thrusts, I inquired, ‘’Should I stop, you whore?’’

‘’Noooo,’’ Kosie whined’ as his hands slapped the bed.

Sympathetically I held still for several seconds before my cock again commenced scouring the inside of his rectum, to even more thrashing from him.

Kosie’s gesticulations and the entire build-up of the evening thus far, had my juices overflowing with horniness, and I was unable to refrain from unloading. As I did so I went berserk and hammered his backside mercilessly. As his head struck the headboard, I unleashed one of the greatest eruptions of my life. Kosie’s simpering moans filled me with pride.

In a benevolent decree I stated, ‘’That was one of the best fucks of my life.’’

‘’For me too,’’ he whimpered in harmony.

Unsure of his plans, as I climbed off him I asked, ‘’Do you want me to take you home, or would you like to stay for the night?’’

‘’My wife is only expecting me tomorrow morning,’’ he murmured.

‘’Well, you do realize that if you stay, I going to fuck you over and over again,’’ I threateningly stated as I looked at his large frame spread-eagled on my bed.

He did not answer verbally but merely wriggled his ample butt.

My mind now transmuted into a state of brutality. I had never exhibited the level of aggression I had shown thus far. I had many friends who were into mild S&M but had always sidestepped this practice. Something, however, triggered the animal in me and I was enjoying it enormously. As I glanced at his bounteous backside it occurred to me that I had a thick belt in my cupboard. After instantly retrieving it I was determined to spank his arse. I wasn’t sure how Kosie would react but decided to give it a go.

As his body curled upward after my first strike, he let out an unearthly yelp. As Kosie’s face turned toward me open-mouthed, his eyes were spinning with excitement.

‘Oh fuck, yes,’ I thought, I have got the green light.

I administered two more hefty slaps as his body thrashed on the bed. Suddenly, he jumped up and clamping his dick rushed toward my bathroom. Perplexed, I dropped the belt and followed him.

As he stood taking a piss with a relieved smile on his face, he said, ‘’I didn’t want to piss on your bed,’’

Moving behind him, I commenced slapping his arse with my hand. As he gasped and shuddered, his piss began spraying all over the toilet. My cock was again rock-hard, as my disciplinarian demeanour endued.

‘’You, fuckin’ whore, I’m going to make you clean up your mess,’’ I said as I grabbed hold of him and reinserted my cock in his backside. As he whimpered submissively, I hammered his hole as he leaned on the cistern. Anchored on his left hand, his right hand now vigorously started tugging on his dick. As I thumped away, his breathing became laboured and I knew he was about to cum.

‘’I want to taste your milk,’’ I exclaimed as I extracted my dick and fell to my knees behind him. Our timing was perfect because as he turned, his dick exploded in my mouth. The volume and force of his ejaculation were epic and I had to swallow as never before. All cum lovers like me can tell you that sperm can often be unpleasant, but some guys have the sweetest tasting nectar imaginable. Kosie was one of them.

Once I had feasted he shyly said, ‘’Sorry about my mess.’’

‘’No problem,’’ I replied. Truthfully, having been interrupted, all I could think about was fucking his arse once more, which happened instantly.

The rest of that night was rather busy.

For the following year, I saw a lot of Kosie and even met his wife. I bought them an eleven-inch strap-on as a gift, which was apparently, very well used. How, I will never know, because I didn’t ask questions.

Once I got involved, my Kosie days came to an end. Nevertheless, I often think about him.