A night out hunting for closeted boycunt

I can read your mind!

I only discovered I had this gift in my early 20’s and I’ve been trying to perfect my powers ever since. I’m not sure if there is a secret society that could help me master my skills, a mind-reading equivalent of Harry Potter’s Hogwarts School. But for now, I’m completely self-taught, figuring things out as I go. It’s funny because, before discovering I had this gift, I never used to believe in supernatural stuff. I would always roll my eyes when some douchebag talked about their horoscope. Saturn and Jupiter being lined up means that people born on this date are going to receive a big fat raise! What-The-Fuck! Right? But now, I’m a lot more open-minded about this sort of thing.

My mind-reading powers are not like in the movie ‘What women want’, where Mel Gibson can hear out loud what the ladies think about him. No, it’s not that easy. It’s a lot more subdued, although I’m getting better at it every day. Maybe someday I’ll have perfected my skills to hear others’ thoughts as clearly as in the movie, but for now, I can ‘sense’ more so than I can ‘read’. In a crowded room, I can spot the gays, no matter where they stand on the spectrum. It’s not like I see a speedometer floating above every guy’s head, with their gayness score flashing in front of my eyes. But I can pick up vibes from a distance, like a supercharged gaydar. And once I get up close and concentrate, I can gain access to all the hidden secrets and fantasies buried in the depths of their brains: The fully closeted ones, the ones who experimented in college but think they’ve conquered their demons, the ones who secretly stick a finger up their ass when jacking off, the homophobic ones who hate themselves because deep-down they know, and the power tops who’ve never had a taste of their own medicine.

I can also tell if a guy has a big dick or not, although you probably don’t need to be a mind-reader for that. Guys with small dicks send signals all the time. Some act super attentive to their wife, almost in a submissive way, covering her with gifts and flowers to overcompensate for what they can’t provide in the sack. Others compensate the opposite way, by acting all nippy and aggressive, kind like a chihuahua barking at a German shepherd. Those are the types of guys I enjoy putting back in their place, especially if they’re cherry. Nothing like making a pencil-dicker gag on a real man’s dick to drive the cockiness out of him. Guys who can’t last very long also have a chip on their shoulder that I can spot from a mile away. Guys who are hung send signals as well. ‘Big dick energy’ is real. But guys with length and guys with girth are not sending the exact same vibes. That’s where my superpowers help me get a more precise reading.

I’m Brandon by the way. I’m 25, 6’3”, and 190 lbs. I have what I like to call a swimmer’s build. Not linebacker muscles, but a toned lean body, with a tight 31” waist, and broad shoulders, developed during my days pole vaulting in high school and college. Yes, you read that right: pole vaulting, I’m not even kidding!

I’m lucky enough to be a good-looking guy. And it’s not just me saying that. My 25,000 Instagram followers concur. And I’m not even posting shirtless pics on Insta. I have some ambition in life and the last thing I want is ill-advised social media posts screwing up my career. If I posted a couple of pics in my Calvin Klein briefs, I’m sure I could add a zero to my Instagram following. I dabbled in modelling in college. But let’s face it! There’s no money to be made in male modelling. If you’re a dumb jock, modelling might be a better alternative than bagging groceries. But with my law degree, I figured I had better prospects than that.

After law school, I landed an entry-level position at a mid-size law firm in New York. My job, as a young associate, mostly consists of reading thousands of pages of contracts and addendums and summarizing them for the higher-ups. Not overly glamorous yet, but for now, the job pays well enough that I can afford rent in Manhattan and enjoy what the city has to offer without having to share my apartment with roaches. And I hope to work my way up the ladder and make partner someday.

My best feature is my nicely trimmed beard. If I stopped shaving, I could easily go full-on caveman. I probably get that from my Italian grandfather. But I also have the piercing blue eyes of my German grandmother, as well as a bit of Irish and Scottish sprinkled in. I’m a mutt, like most Americans. I like to keep my stubble anywhere between 3- and 7-day-long. If I were 20 years older, I could be the guy in the ‘Just for Men’ commercials.

Another of my best attributes is my hairy forearms, not full-on Gorilla fur, but nice dark hair. My friends have joked that I probably comb my forearms every morning to get that perfect look. But it just comes out that way and looks even better when I work out a sweat. That’s why outside the office, I like rolling up my sleeves and showing off my hairy forearms. I also have a nice treasure trail that grows out of my thick pubes, topped by another little patch of hair just above my navel. I do a bit of trimming to keep things orderly down there, but I prefer leaving my pubes hairy enough to bury the nose of the guys sucking my dick.

I also have chest hair, probably coming from my Italian side. If there was such a thing as ‘the right amount’ of chest hair, that would be me. Not so much that you couldn’t see my skin underneath, but plenty enough to show everybody they’re dealing with a real male. It extends from one nipple to the other, lighter on my pecs, denser in-between. If I leave the top button of my shirt undone, my chest hair peeks out. But I prefer to unbutton the second one too and display the goods. I keep things trimmed to half an inch long or so. That seems to be the sweet spot to have that natural look but still keep things tidy.

You might think I’m probably cocky, like most guys who’ve been gifted with their good looks. But I try not to be. I was always skinny as a teenager, even plain scrawny, and I had lots of insecurities about my body back then. Unlike my handsome face, my muscles were not handed to me on a silver plate. Every pound of muscle I’ve put on over the years came with ten times its weight in sweat and tears. Although I don’t have insecurities about my body anymore, I still remember what it felt like growing up.

I also have a nice cock: long and thick. Big enough that I’ve never had insecurities in that department, especially since I was an early bloomer and reached puberty earlier than most of my classmates. In middle school and high school, I always had the biggest dick in the locker room. That’s how I held my own, even as a scrawny kid. Jocks stay away from skinny guys who have a bigger dick than them. It makes them exposed. I initially thought I was hung because my growth spurt had started ahead of the other guys, and they’d eventually catch up. A few of them did, but most of them didn’t. My 7 inches would put me in the middle of the pack on a gay dating app. But my 7 inches are real inches: ruler approved. In gay talk, that would probably translate to 8 ½. I don’t have a beer can hanging between my legs, but I have the thickness to match my 7 inches, especially in the middle of my shaft. And I have the corresponding pair of balls, nice and hairy, and fully proportional to the rest of my package.

The only thing I never liked about my cock is my pointy dickhead, shaped like an arrowhead. I always wished I had a big mushroom head, like some of the guys I’ve been with. But over the years, I’ve found that a pointy head makes it easier to break into tight cherry. Once my tip breaks through their first line of defense, the rest of me slides right in, filling tight little cunts with all my girth. So, I’ve finally come to terms with my pointy head.

And in case it wasn’t already obvious: I’m gay. Not bi, not curious, not exploring, plain gay, the real thing! Although I struggled with my sexuality in high school, like most of us did, I’ve now fully embraced it. And, because of my good looks, getting ass is not a problem.

We all have our kinks. Mine is cherry. Virgin ass really turns me on. And I’m not talking about 16-year-old twinks looking for their first cock. I’m talking married men, frat boys, blue collars, power tops. Nothing turns me on more than watching the face of a normally dominant guy when a dick violates his hole for the first time and that dick happens to be mine. The mix of fear, pain, confusion, and role reversal is a power trip for me, when they beg me to go easy on them; but they put themselves in a position that the decision is all mine. And the pain always turns into pleasure in the end. I love making a top discover sensations he never experienced. But I don’t mind a skilled bottom from time to time.

I’ve tried bottoming too, but it’s just not my thing. Maybe I gave up too quickly and could grow into it with more practice. But when I break into guys who’ve never been fucked before, I can tell who the natural bottoms are, especially since I can read their minds. I just don’t think I’m one of them. And even though I have a nice ass too, I feel it’d be a shame to let my 7 inches go to waste.

I’m not looking for Mr. Right yet. I do catch-and-release. So many fish in the sea. Life is short, you gotta have some fun while you can. Sometimes, I just feel lazy and go for the easy catch. I walk into a gay bar with a V-neck muscle tank top that shows off my guns, my forearms, and my hairy chest. I just stand there, my back against the wall, and wait for horny fish to swim my way, kind of like an anglerfish at the bottom of the ocean, dangling my light bulb to attract unsuspecting prey. Although at a gay bar, preys are very much suspecting. It never takes long for guys to flock to me. I size them up, scan their brains, and pick the one who wants my dick the most.

But at times, I also like a challenge. And my newfound superpowers have made me more daring. I like the thrill of going for the big catch, the kind that won’t surrender without a fight, and reeling them in, inch-by-inch, until they dangle at the end of my pole.

A big real estate firm was holding a week-long training at a Marriott hotel not too far from my Manhattan apartment and, that evening, there was a networking event in the main ballroom. I decided it would be a good hunting ground to spot closeted agents that would be happy to ride a New York cock. Visitors from out of state often feel more adventurous than the locals when it comes to tempting the devil. At such events, I have found that if you dress to impress and you pretend like you belong here, nobody really checks who you are. In the lobby of the hotel, I found a name tag that a realtor had left next to a trash can. I grabbed the tag and luckily, it was a guy’s name: Tim Stortini. I felt like I could pass as a Tim Stortini. I walked right past the registration table, where there was a long line of realtors looking for their name tag, waving my tag from the distance at the hostess, as if I had already signed in and was just coming back from the restroom or something. Once inside, I kept the name tag in my pocket and roamed incognito.

The ballroom was buzzing with probably 300 agents of all ages and from all over the country. I grabbed a glass of red wine, and I started scouting the room. I spotted a few guys who set off my gaydar. Luckily a couple of them were by themselves and had not yet struck up a conversation with strangers. So much for networking I thought to myself.

It didn’t take long for the first guy to glide my way.

‘Hi Aaron’ I said, looking at the name on his tag. ‘I’m Brandon. Nice to meet you’.

‘Nice to meet you too’ he responded, searching for my name tag.

I got closer to Aaron and whispered in his ear: ‘So that you know, I’m not even a realtor. I’m just crashing the party’, with a grin on my face.

Aaron was taken aback by my revelation, but I could sense he wanted my dick, big time, which was enough to make him look past my intruder status. As his tag indicated, he was visiting from Cleveland. He looked young: mid-20’s, probably around my age. And Aaron was still cherry, but very curious. He was 5’10” or so, on the skinny side. He had a goatee, probably because he didn’t have the goods to grow a full beard. But he was digging my full beard with a hint of envy. I normally don’t go after the twinky type, but Aaron’s goatee gave him a Kurt Cobain look, or rather a preppier version of him, that kind of turned me on. I asked Aaron if he could hold my glass for a minute and I undid the second button of my shirt right in front of him. Aaron had that stunned look as if he wasn’t quite sure what had just happened. But from that moment on, his eyes never left my chest hair. I had a spell on him already.

As we were making small chat, a second guy joined us. His name was Scott, and he was visiting from Nashville. Scott was a bigger dude than Aaron, a few years older, probably early 30’s, 6-foot tall, and stockier. He played football in high school. He was nowhere close to an NFL linebacker, but you could tell he used to be an athlete and was still in decent shape. Scott had dark hair. Although he was clean shaven, his 5-o-clock shadow had started to grow back and you could tell he was hairier than Aaron, although not as hairy as me. He was also cherry and also after my dick. I wasn’t sure which one I’d end up banging tonight. Both of them were appealing in their own way. Maybe I’d be able to fuck them both in sequence. Both were going to be easy prey and would soon be begging for me to bury my cock deep inside their virgin holes.

After a few minutes of small talk, Scott’s glass was empty, and he indicated he needed a refill. He asked Aaron and I if we needed anything and we both told him we didn’t.

Once Scott had left, I moved closer to Aaron and whispered in his ear: ‘Dude, I know you want my dick. You’re not very subtle about it. But so does Scott. Treat him as your competition. You’re my top choice for now, but if you play too hard to get, I’ll ditch you and go after him instead’.

‘Wh…  what?!?!?’ Aaron said, astonished by how boldly I went after him. No guy (or girl) had ever preyed on him that way before.

‘Wow! You’re not much of a talker for a realtor’ I continued with a grin on my face. ‘You’ve got to work on your comebacks’.

He looked at me like a deer in the headlights, still not quite sure what to say.

‘When Scott comes back, you’re gonna play it cool, pretend nothing is happening between you two. But next time he leaves to refill his glass, we both dart, and you take me to your room’ I said.

‘Hhuuhh…. Okay’ he managed to mumble.

‘And you may also want to readjust yourself’ I continued, pointing at the growing bulge in his pants. ‘Angle it to the side or something. Otherwise, it’s going to be a very uncomfortable 10 minutes for you. Scott is coming back. Get a hold of yourself’ I said. ‘You look like you’re gonna faint’.

With just a few sentences, I had put Aaron on the defensive, big time, and soon he’d be eating out of the palm of my hand. Talking about eating, Scott came back with a small plate of hors d’oeuvres and a glass of chardonnay. The three of us made small talk again, but Aaron was now acting like Scott was his rival. He was trying to puff his chest out and making snarky comments. Aaron’s attitude was screaming ‘insecure small-dicked guy’, having a shot at a prize way out of his league, and desperately trying to protect his lead. It was kind of comical to watch but cute at the same time, especially since Scott wasn’t aware of the dynamics and didn’t really notice anything.

After another few minutes, Scott’s plate was empty, and he went back to the buffet for a refill.

‘OK. You leave this way; I leave that way; and we both meet in front of the elevator’ I instructed Aaron.

He conformed and we reunited at the elevator. Since I got there before him, I had already pressed the button and the doors opened at the exact same time Aaron walked in. ‘After you’ I said, showing him the door, me playing the role of the gentleman escorting his date. We both got in, and the second the elevator doors closed, I pinned him against the wall, grabbed his crotch and said: ‘I hope you’ve got a lot of juice in there. I’m gonna milk those puppies like they’ve never been milked before’.

I felt his rod stiffen in my hand. Aaron’s face still had that look of astonishment as nobody had ever come at him so strongly.

We walked into his room, closed the door, and I dropped straight to my knees, unbuckling his pants. If Aaron ever thought me getting on my knees was a sign of submission, he would realize soon enough that my plan was to get him in his boyish birthday suit first, while I remained fully clothed, which would put him in a position of inferiority from the get-go. Once it’d be my turn to strip, every item of clothing coming off my manly body would reveal a little bit more masculinity each time, reinforcing my dominance over him.

His pants dropped to his ankles, revealing moderately hairy legs. His cock was tenting in his boxer briefs. Not for long, as I lowered the waistband and his cock sprung out. It was probably 6 inches, but kind of skinny. I would put him to shame by the time I whipped my cock out and we could compare sizes.

His pubes were the same light brown color as his hair and goatee. He didn’t appear to manscape very much as his bush was sparsely supplied to begin with. He didn’t have a continuous treasure trail, just a little patch below his belly button. His balls were covered in a light dusting of fuzz. But his cock made up for its small size by proudly pointing skyward like a freaking flagstaff.

I took his boyhood in my mouth, and he moaned a little. Although he may have fooled around with boys at camp, he had never had his cock in another guy’s mouth and had never experienced a real blow job, the type that only another guy knows how to give. I started working his pole, sending shivers all over his body. I swallowed his whole length, burying my nose into his pubes.

‘Oh God!’ he said out loud. This was the best sensation his cock had ever felt.

I let go of his cock as I could tell he would soon be unloading in my mouth if I kept going any longer. I stood back up and started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a smooth chest, with just a bit of hair around his nipples. He was now standing buck-naked in front of me, with me still fully clothed. His dick was throbbing, little droplets of precum forming at his piss slit.

‘I hope it was understood I was gonna make you spread your legs for me’ I said bluntly.

‘Huh! It’s just that I’ve…   you know, I’ve never…’ he mumbled.

‘That’s OK. There must be a first time for everything’ I responded. ‘I’ll take good care of you’.

‘Take my shirt off’ I ordered.

He started unbuttoning my shirt, with the dexterity of a hippo. He was almost shaking and clearly overwhelmed by what was happening to him. He managed to undo two buttons and I took over from there.

‘OK, I’ll do the rest or we’re going to be here all night’ I said.

He watched me unbutton my shirt, each button revealing a little bit more of my chest hair. I threw my shirt on the carpet, exposing my full upper body to him. It was bigger than his, hairier than his, more muscular than his, just plain more masculine than his. With my 6’3” towering over his 5’10” and his hairless body naked in front of me, he felt like a young Roman slave about to be used as a receptacle by his rich master. He was staring at my hairy chest with hungry eyes. He wrapped his hands around my neck. I grabbed his ass with my right hand and forced him to tiptoe. Our lips met and my tongue started ravaging his mouth. Our kissing was raw, primal, fueled by lust. Aaron’s tongue tried to fight back, but it couldn’t compete with the brute force of mine. I could tell he had never experienced that kind of power with a girl before.

I unbuckled my belt and my pants dropped to my ankles. I was wearing my black Calvin Klein briefs, which accentuated the dark hair on my inner thighs. I grabbed his hand and directed it to the blood-engorged cock inside my briefs.

‘This is the spear that’s going to impale you later’ I whispered in his ear. I sensed fear filling up his brain as I said those words and his fingers started tracing the length and girth of my rod in my briefs.

‘Get down on your knees!’ I ordered.

He obliged.

‘Lick it!’ I ordered.

His mouth started tracing my shaft through the fabric, while his hands were fondling my balls.

‘It’s time for the big reveal’ I said.

I lowered my briefs in one brisk movement and my cock sprung out, hitting him in the chin.

‘Wow! Your cock is huge!’ Aaron said, looking at my thick 7-incher, throbbing in front of his eyes. And I started waving my magic wand, hitting him in the cheeks like porn stars do in bondage movies.

‘Suck on it!’ I ordered.

He stretched his lips and brought his mouth forward, slowly engulfing my manhood, and started bobbling up and down my shaft.

‘Watch the teeth!’ I grumbled.

Aaron tried to cover his teeth with his lips, looking like a grandma who had just dropped her teeth in a glass of water on her nightstand. It was the lousiest blow job of my life and not really what I was going for. We’d have to transition from his mouth to his cunt faster than I had planned. I still grabbed the back of his head and forced his face towards my pubes. He started gagging not even halfway in. I released the pressure, let him catch his breath and pressed again, forcing him a little deeper. He gagged again. Spit started slobbering from his mouth as his eyes were watering. I let go again and pressed a third time. My face-fucking was for show more so than anything else. There was no way Aaron could take my whole 7 inches, his first-time sucking dick. But I wanted him to get accustomed to the feeling of surrendering to the cock of a stronger man.

I grabbed his waist and carried him to the bed, leaving his ass hanging out on the side. I got down on my knees, grabbed the back of his knees and pushed them to the side, spreading his ass cheeks open, and exposing his untouched pinkish rosebud. And I started to tongue him.

‘Oh my God!’ he yelled, feeling a tongue fondling his unviolated pucker for the very first time. I alternated sensual twirling on the edge of his ring with attacks of my tongue deep inside his hole, forcing him to open up for me. My mind reading superpowers let me know he was slowly relinquishing whatever little control he still had.

I reached for the bottle of lube in the pocket of my pants on the floor. I squirted a few drops on his rosebud and pushed the lube inside with my middle finger.

‘Oh my God!’ he screamed again, as he had every time I made him discover a new sensation.

‘Open up for me’ I said, as I slid my finger in and out of his hole.

He was moaning, until I introduced a second finger, which made him smirk a little. But my fingers eventually found the magic button inside his cunt, and he almost jumped off the bed.

‘What the fuck was that!’ he screamed as I kept hitting that magic spot.

I slid my fingers out and brought my two thumbs to each side of his hole, stretching it open as if I was opening curtains at a window. I pressed the tip of my dick into his opening, slowly breaking in, as my two thumbs slid out. And just like that, his virginity vanished in the air.

With the tip of my dick still lodged in his ring, I grabbed his ankles with my hands and spread his legs wide, giving me full access to the fortress he was still trying to defend from the invasion, in vain. I had to spread my legs too to lower my cock to the height of his hole hanging from the bed. And here we were again: Me experiencing the power trip from watching the face of the twinky closeted realtor being fucked for the very first time. I watched Aaron’s face grimacing as more and more of my length filled his virgin cunt, until I bottomed out, my pubes pressing against his hanging balls.

‘Your cock is so big. It hurts!’ Aaron pleaded.

‘Shush! You’re doing great. Just breathe!’ I said.

‘Now that we took care of your virginity, let’s take care of your dignity’ I said, ‘I need some encouragement. The louder you scream, the better I’m gonna perform’.

I started pulling out, and pushing back in, small strokes in the beginning to let his hole adjust to my girth but increasing the range with every thrust. I could tell his mind was alternating between fighting the pain of my cock ravaging his sensitive hole and the joy of finally experiencing the moment he had always fantasized about. As he brought his hand toward his dick, I pushed his hand away.

‘No touching your dick’ I said, ‘I’m in charge of that’.

‘Just play with your nipples’ I ordered as I grabbed his hardon with my right hand and started jerking him off, in unison with my cunting.

The initial pain finally gave way to pleasure, and his moaning intensified. He stopped playing with his nipples and started rubbing his hands into my hairy chest. That was clearly a turn-on for him as his smooth chest was deprived of this manly attribute. Although his hole was getting used to the invasion, he was still really tight, providing my shaft with amazing friction.

I pushed his ankles further, forcing his knees closer to his chest, almost folding him in half. This angle gave me better access to his G-spot and his moaning turned into plain grunting. I wasn’t quite long-dicking him, as my tip never exited his hole, but my range had expanded, ravaging his hole, and hammering his prostate with every thrust. Droplets of sweat were pooling on my forehead, rolling down my nose and dripping onto his stomach while droplets of precum were dripping out of his cock and onto his pubes. I was getting close, and I knew he was getting close too. His heart was racing. His mind was racing. His balls were racing.

‘Get ready. I’m about to flood your little cunt’ I whispered in his ear.

As I pronounced these words, I felt his ring muscle clamp down on my cock. His whole body tensed up, his skinny dick swell inside my fist, and a big rope of white jizz shot out of his dick. His initial ‘Aaargghh!’ turned into whimpering as more and more white cream shot out of his dick and landed on his chest and stomach. As he was convulsing, I pushed in, with one deep thrust, and held still, my pubes pressed against his ass cheeks. And my floodgates opened, drowning his guts with my swimmers.

‘Yeah! Take it! Take all my spunk in your cunt! I said, as he continued whimpering like a porn star overdoing it for the camera. After holding still when releasing my first three or four ropes, I went back to fucking his hole, draining the last few squirts out of his skinny dick until his balls were hollowed out.

I pulled out and made my way to his bathroom.

‘Sorry to dump you like a Kleenex’ I said, ‘but Scott is probably looking for me downstairs. It’s his turn to get railed. And by the way, your company is paying for you to be working the room downstairs, not to be dangling on my dick like a cheap whore, so you’d better get back down to the ballroom’.

Aaron was still coming down from his high and didn’t even mind me treating him like a disposable tissue.

‘Let me take a quick shower before I go back downstairs’ I said. ‘And you probably want to dispose of my babies, if you don’t want cum dripping down your legs all evening long’.

I showered, got dressed, gave Aaron a gentle kiss, and made my way back to the party downstairs. When I got back to the ballroom, it was even more crowded than ever, making it hard to even move. I eventually found Scott who was listening to an older guy, looking bored out of his mind.

‘Hey Brandon, where were you?’ Scott asked once I joined him.

‘I had to talk to my mom’ I lied. ‘She’s on the west coast and it was the only time when we could connect’.

The older guy eventually realized he was a bore and excused himself.

I got closer to Scott and whispered in his ear: ‘Sorry I had to leave. I know you want my dick, and I didn’t mean to blue ball you like that’.

Scott gave me the same astonished look Aaron had at my bold pick-up line, but he regained his composure a lot faster than Aaron.

‘What makes you think I want your dick?’ he objected.

‘Dude, you had your sad puppy eyes and were scouting the room searching for me’. I responded.

‘You should have seen the smile on your face when you saw me, I bet your tail is wagging in your pants’ I said as I discreetly grabbed his crotch.

He almost dropped his plate of hors d’oeuvres.

‘Don’t tell me this is your size fully flaccid’ I joked. ‘Someone is getting horny’.

‘Are you nuts?’ Scott objected. ‘People are gonna see us’.

‘Dude, my cock is up for grabs’ I responded. ‘Either you grab it, or you don’t. I don’t give a shit either way’.

‘This room is buzzing with closeted guys who’d be happy to dangle on my dick’ I continued, ‘I’ll have you replaced in no time’ pointing to a tall agent who was chatting up the guy next to him while completely ignoring the bimbo who was with them.

‘I’ll be in front of the elevator in two minutes’ I told Scott ‘See you there!’

And I left.

Although I could sense conflicting thoughts racing through Scott’s mind, I knew I’d see him at the elevator.

I was scrolling through shirtless pics on Instagram when Scott showed up, feeling like a cheap slut.

‘Hey, the walk of shame is after I fuck you, not before’ I told Scott.

The elevator doors opened, and Aaron stepped out.

‘Hey Aaron, what are you up to?’ Scott asked.

‘Oh, I just needed to grab something in my room’ Aaron mumbled, trying to bullshit his way out of this awkward situation.

Scott and I stepped into the elevator as Aaron made his way towards the ballroom. Aaron turned around and looked at us disappearing behind the closing doors. Scott looked very confused.

‘Dude, me calling my mom was bullshit’ I admitted to Scott. ‘I just plowed Aaron’s twinky ass in his room, and he was freshening up, so that my cum wouldn’t drip out of his pussy all evening’.

‘What?!?!?’ Scott said.

‘Don’t worry’ I continued, ‘My balls still have enough juice to flood your hungry hole too’.

I grabbed his tie, pulled his face toward mine, and we started making out.

‘Smile at the camera’ I said, pointing at the CCTV minidome on the elevator ceiling, after I had let go of his tie.

The elevator doors opened, and we stepped out.

‘You look nervous’ I told Scott, ‘Is this your first time doing this?’

I already knew the answer to my question. But if I only asked questions I didn’t have the answer to, we’d both be staring at the ocean.

‘It is’ Scott admitted, feeling embarrassed.

‘Dude! There’s nothing to be ashamed of’ I declared. ‘If you want, you can be in charge from now on, and I’ll just follow our lead’.

I was lying.

We went to his room, he closed the door, he pulled my lips toward his, and we started making out again. It wasn’t primal lust like my tongue attacking Aaron’s an hour ago, but it was still rough kissing.

He started unbuttoning my shirt, with a little bit more ease than Aaron earlier, exposing my hairy chest for the second time this evening. I did the same with his shirt. His chest was not as hairy as mine, but he still had a fuzzy patch in-between his pecs. He also had a nice treasure trail surrounded by more hair on his lower stomach. His chest was more muscular than Aaron’s and you could tell he had tried to maintain the athlete’s body of his high school days and was no stranger to the weight room.

We unbuckled each other’s belt and unzipped each other’s pants. He was wearing blue boxer briefs that were being stretched by his muscular thighs. I noticed his hard cock pressing against the fabric. By the look of it, he was packing a thick one, with the imprint of a sizable dickhead clearly visible through the fabric. That big mushroom head could probably do some damage if shoved forcefully. He started playing with my package, one hand tracing my shaft and the other massaging my balls. My hardon was pressing against the fabric, begging to be set free. I also started jerking his cock through the fabric.

He eventually put his hands inside my briefs, and I lowered them to give him full access to my hardening cock. I did the same with his boxer briefs and lowered them to just above his knees. His dick was shorter than mine, probably 6 inches vs. my 7 inches, but it was just as thick. I placed my cock above his and started jerking them together. I needed both my hands to be able to circle my fingers around both our thick shafts. We were still making out as I did this, and he was moaning in my mouth.

Scott went down on his knees and took my hard cock in his mouth.  He had never sucked dick before, and my model is not a beginner size. But he still managed to take the top half in his mouth and jerk the bottom half with his right hand while jerking his own dick with his left hand.

‘You like that? You like my big dick in your mouth?’ I asked.

His moaning was telling me he did, and I was also sensing he was getting close. I grabbed him by his armpits and lifted him back up.

‘Don’t cum just yet’ I told him, ‘You were made to take my dick up your ass’.

It so happens that Scott had a secret fantasy buried deep inside his brain, and a fantasy that I liked. I started kissing the side of his neck, extracting more moaning out of him. I brought my mouth close to his ear and whispered: ‘So, tell me, big boy! Any fantasy I should know about for your first time?’

‘Not really’ he replied.

‘Don’t lie to me! We all have our little secrets. What’s yours?’ I asked again, while squeezing his left nipple.

He gasped, looked me in the eyes and said: ‘I’d like you to fuck me from behind while you pin me against the wall’.

‘Deal!’ I replied.

‘Put your hands against the wall and spread those legs for me’ I ordered.

He complied and I got down on my knees behind him, spreading his butt cheeks with my hands, exposing his hairy virgin hole, and I started burying my tongue in it. Scott’s hole looked like it could handle a good pounding more so than Aaron’s. His hole was not nearly as tight as normal cherry, and I had no problem digging my tongue deep inside his mancave.

I grabbed the bottle of lube, poured some on my middle finger and shoved it into his hole, foraging his pleasure dome from behind.

‘Fuck yeah!’ is all Scott could say.

I figured one finger was enough to prep his hole for the invasion. If rough is what he wanted, rough is what he was going to get. I lined up my dickhead with his hole and in one small push, I popped his cherry.

‘Fuck yeah!’ he said again.

I pushed in further and my cock slid right into his tunnel until I bottomed out. I grabbed his hands, which were still against the wall, and brought them behind his back, holding them with my right hand, as if he was being handcuffed. I pressed my other hand against his neck, pinning his left ear against the wall, his face looking to my right. And I started railing him.

His moaning was only interrupted by his ‘Fuck Yeah! Fuck that ass!’ cries.

And fucking his ass I did. And moaning he did. It felt like his legs were about to give way as his body was shivering under the assault of my cock up his ass.

‘Come on! Jerk your fat dick’ I ordered, after releasing his right hand, but still holding his left one against his back.

I could sense he was getting close, and I stepped up the dirty talk, whispering in his ear:

‘You like that?’

‘You like my big dick up your ass?’

‘You like being pinned against the wall?

His only answers were more moaning.

I asked him one more question: ‘You like being my bitch?’ And as I said that, I gave his ass one big thrust, burying my pubes in his ass crack, almost lifting him off his feet with my cock.

‘Come on! Empty those big balls for me!’ I ordered.

That did it and he started grunting like a boar in a slaughterhouse. A big glob of spunk shot out of his cock and crashed against the wall in front of him, followed by a second one and a third one, his man juice now dripping along the wall.

The scene and the grunting got me over the edge as well. I felt my own juice churning in my balls, travelling up my piping like orange juice in a silly straw, and I started unloading my alpha seeds in the depth of his bowels.

‘Yeah! Take that! Take my seeds!’ I whispered in his ear.

Good thing I had been lifting his ass with my cock inside him and pinning his body against the wall. The moment I pulled out and released the pressure, he collapsed on the carpet, lying on his back, his inflated cock still throbbing. He was panting like a cheetah after a chase, my cum dripping out of his hole and onto the carpet. His own juice was also dripping along the wall and was now down to the baseboard.

‘I hope you’ll remember your first time forever’ I told him.

‘I will!’ he managed to say.

I decided I’d shower at home. I put my clothes back on, kissed his forehead while he was still lying on the carpet, and left. I took the elevator down. When passing the ballroom, I saw Aaron chatting up some girl. Maybe Scott and Aaron could have fun together for the rest of the week.

Although it was a 30-minute walk, I decided to walk home rather than take a cab. I really needed some fresh air. Someone once said: ‘With great powers comes great responsibility’. I was wondering if deflowering closeted realtors was the most responsible use of my newfound superpowers. But maybe I’m just a slut.

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(This story is my first time venturing into pure fiction and supernatural, instead of the true stories inspired by real life events that I normally write. I always welcome comments from readers, but on this specific story, I’d be grateful if you could spare a minute of your time giving me (constructive) feedback. The good, the bad, and the ugly, I want it all. I’d like to know if I should turn this story into a series or if I’m better off going back to my roots. You can also email me directly. I always respond to emails. Thanks in advance).