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A Little Daydreaming Doesn’t Hurt Much.
• Jeff’s first gay experience.
Hello, my name is Jeff. I have to confess, sex was still a theoretical concept to me when this story played out. I’d barely mastered the art of jerking off, let alone anything involving another person. However, my fantasies about making out were working overtime. And my entire education about the gay scene consisted of exactly one film. Let me tell you what happened.
That discovery of the gay porn was by pure fluke. That Friday morning, it was supposed to be a punishment — my parents’ way of making me pay for pissing them off. They told me to clean my 19-year-old brother’s bedroom. Theo only came home from college on the weekends. As I vacuumed his room, I stumbled upon his secret porn stash. The joke was clearly on my parents as I popped the DVD into the computer.
The vintage porn movie featured a couple of young American high school guys. Their adrenaline was peaking, fueled by the illicit thrill of the girly magazines spread out on the bathroom floor between them. I was hooked from that very first frame. I’d gone into the movie expecting a standard straight flick, but something about the tension kept me glued to the monitor.
Onscreen, the two guys were distracted, their hands busy as they flipped through pages of glossy centerfolds. They thought they had the house to themselves — until a low, rhythmic moaning drifted down the hallway. It wasn’t coming from their TV; it was coming from the master bedroom. The realization hit them — and me — at the same time: The brother of one of the friends was home, and he wasn’t alone. He was fucking another man on his parents’ bed.
The two youngsters watched him screwing ass from the hallway. The two friends did not even know that the oldest brother of one of them was actively gay. And they hoped he wouldn’t notice them watching him. Even though he had seen it, the older brother did not seem to care. The noise of them unzipping in the hall had aroused his suspicion.
The man put his back into it and gave the guys a nasty show. He shot his hot and sticky cum in and over his fuck-buddy, telling him, “I am going to the service station tonight. I want to get my cock sucked by a stranger. Wanna join me?”
I had to let that sink in for a moment. “Are there service stations where you can get off with strangers?” Intrigued, I watched the second scene of Theo’s gay porn.
In the next scene, the brother parked his truck in a deserted lot, unaware — or perhaps fully aware — of the two guys hidden under a tarp in the back. When the pickup truck pulled into a secluded lot, the older brother didn’t get out of the driver’s seat. Instead, he pulled out his meaty cock and began to stroke it hard. The sight immediately drew a burly stranger out from the shadows of the lot. Cloaked in a leather biker jacket, the man watched with hungry eyes, rubbing his hand over the prominent bulge in his jeans and pinching a nipple underneath the dark leather.
Soon, the stranger was inside the cab, and the “show” truly began. Through the small pane of the rear window, the younger guys watched the brother of one of them dominate the stranger, face-fucking him until he was ready to blow. He didn’t just finish, though; he made sure to watch the sneaky boys through the rearview mirror as he came, making them part of his fantasy.
Mesmerized, I couldn’t pull my gaze from the DVD. A frantic loop of questions spiraled through my head — desires I’d never dared to acknowledge. I wanted to experience that heat firsthand. I wanted to know the taste of him, the ache of being handled so roughly, and the thrill of finally letting go under the command of a tough man in leather.
In the film, the stranger wiped the remnants of the brother’s climax from his face with a grin. He thanked him, mentioning he was headed to the ‘glory holes’ for a second round. The two younger guys exchanged a confused, wide-eyed look. Driven by a mix of fear and curiosity, they hopped out of the truck.
They sneakily tailed the leather-clad cum-sucker toward the toilet block at the back of the service station. They were whispering, egging each other on, their nerves practically vibrating off the screen. This was their first time stepping into the shadows of a ‘glory hole’ place like that.
Honestly, at that point, I was just as green as the guys on the monitor. The term ‘glory hole’ was a complete mystery to me — a secret language I was only just beginning to decode. Still, I was dying to see the reality of it all. The air in Theo’s room felt suddenly heavy, charged with a new kind of electricity. I wasn’t just a casual observer anymore; I was leaning toward the screen, my pulse thrumming in my ears. I was utterly, hopelessly hooked, caught in the gravity of a world I hadn’t known existed five minutes ago.
They crowded into the cramped stall, eyes locked on the crude, circular hole cut into the partition. A stranger’s fingers poked through the gap, beckoning — a silent command for them to offer themselves up. The two friends traded a look of pure panic, paralyzed by the unknown, until the man on the other side took charge. He pushed his own cock through the hole, and the spell broke; that was a language they understood perfectly.
Following the “lesson” they’d just witnessed, they took turns worshiping him, sniffing and licking the drooling cockhead before taking him deep. Soon, their hesitation vanished. They worked together in a frantic, wet rhythm, tongues swirling around his heavy length. It was more than the stranger could take. With a muffled groan, he gave in, pumping hot, massive streams of cum into their yearning mouths. The young preps didn’t flinch. They tasted it, swallowed every drop, and fucking loved it.
The leather-clad stranger vanished, but the hole didn’t stay empty for long. A new figure moved in on the other side, offering nothing but a yearning, outstretched tongue and an open mouth through the hole. Lost in the adrenaline, the two friends didn’t hesitate. They took turns railing the opening, lost in the raw friction until they both pumped heavy, staggering loads into the waiting stranger.
As they slumped against the wall, spent and drained, a familiar voice cut through the partition. “Get your asses back to the truck,” the man commanded.
The boys froze. The realization hit like a physical blow — it wasn’t a stranger at all. It was the older brother of one of them, and he had just sucked them both dry. But the movie wasn’t finished with them yet. Back at the house, the brother took his “mentorship” to the next level, stripping away the mystery and teaching the two of them exactly how to fuck like pros.
• Aching for release.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. My heart hammered against my ribs, and my breath came in short, jagged gasps as I began to rub myself. With a low, guttural grunt, I finally came, the thick globs of cum arching through the air. I caught most of it in my palm, hesitant for only a second before I tasted it. It was better than okay — I actually liked it. I found myself trying to savor every drop.
I retreated to the shower to wash away the evidence, but the heat and wetness of the water on my skin only stoked the fire. My hand moved of its own accord, and for the first time, I slid a finger inside myself. The sensation was jarring — a collision of pleasure and something deeply disturbing — sending a strange, electric thrill straight to my core.
The initial friction made me spill a little more, but as I pushed deeper, the dam finally broke. A second, massive load splashed the bathroom mirror. I had never cum that fucking hard in my life; it left me shaking.
As the adrenaline faded, a wave of shame crashed over me. I frantically scrubbed the glass, desperate to erase the mess, before hurrying to tuck the DVD back into Theo’s secret stash.
That was when my heart stopped. There, on the cover, Theo had scrawled my name directly above one of the younger actors. The resemblance was undeniable. The terrifying realization that Theo might want to do those things to me turned my blood to ice. Even though the house was silent and empty, I fled to the safety of my room and buried myself under the covers, trying to escape the thought.
• Taking a ride.
I woke in the afternoon feeling a deep, heavy relaxation I’d never known. After a quick lunch, I took my bike out, pedaling into the countryside to clear my head, but my mind was a riot of horny thoughts.
Deep in the woodlands, at the end of a long, straight concrete path, I saw him: a biker perched on a picnic table. He was the kind of man who had only existed in my dreams — all black leather, rugged cowboy boots, and the smell of tobacco. He looked hungry, restless. He was everything I wasn’t, and yet, he was everything I wanted to be. Or rather, after that movie, he was everything I wanted to be with. I imagined the scent of his leathers and the taste of his cock. I would have let him take everything from me, as long as he filled my mouth with his heat.
“What the fuck are you looking at, boy!” His shout awoke me rudely from my daydream. I must have been staring at him. I got a fright. It made me fall off my bike. That was because I had failed to notice the sharp right-hand turn in the bicycle path. Landing right in front of him. My face hits his pointed black cowboy boots.
He let out a cruel laugh, his hands suddenly snaking out to grab me under the chin and the back of my neck. He hauled me upward, forcing my face directly into his crotch. The thick, musky scent of the leather made my head spin.
“Lick those damned leathers, little boy,” he growled, his voice a low command as he overpowered me. “That’s what you want, isn’t it? You little dirty pig... Lick me, brat!”
He pressed my mouth hard against the grain of his biker pants, rubbing my face up and down the leather. Beneath the surface, the warm, swollen outline of his member was unmistakable. It tasted incredible — salty and raw. I sucked in a few ragged breaths, getting high on the intoxicating scent of the gear as he ruthlessly guided my face along his length. He only paused when my lips finally brushed against the head of his cock.
I swirled my tongue over the tip, a shudder of pure pleasure racking my entire body. This desperate, dirty urge to please the nasty man was unlike anything I’d ever felt. Just as I started to give in to it, he shoved me back down and reached out, sliding a hand down the back of my pants. I gasped as he forced a finger deep inside me, claiming me right there on the secluded picnic spot.
• The first time.
I screamed in agony. “Please, don’t... You’re hurting me... I can’t... I have never done this... Oh, God!... Stop!... Too deep!... Take it out, please... Stop that, it hurts!” But my protest only made him finger-fuck me deeper and rougher. Laughing meanly and talking dirty to me. Telling me all the things he was going to do to my asshole.
My mouth tried to whisper a “no,” but my tongue betrayed me, obsessively licking the grain of his leather jeans. He sensed the weakness and hauled me over his knee, positioning me to give him better access to my body while I searched for more leather to taste. He licked two of his fingers — wetting them thoroughly — before shoving them rudely inside me. He pressed hard, finding my prostate with a precision that made my head spin as he ruthlessly finger-fucked me open.
By now, my pants were a tangled mess around my ankles. The burly stud ripped them away and hauled me, ass first, head down, up onto the picnic table top, where he sat with his legs spread wide in a dominant V on the bench below. His voice was a low growl, ordering me to lick his cowboy boots as he hoisted me higher.
My heart hammered against my ribs as he gripped my hips and pulled me close. Suddenly, I was dangling upside-down off the edge of the table, my legs draped over his burly, leather-clad shoulders. I felt the cold metal snaps of his epaulettes digging into my thighs as he pulled my ass flush against his face. To keep me from squirming, he locked me into place, lodging the slanted heel of one cowboy boot firmly behind my head.
I was completely exposed, hanging suspended in his grip. My pulse thrummed in my ears as I felt his hot spit slicking my skin. Then, he went for it. He buried his face between my cheeks, prying them apart with both hands to make room for his tongue. He dove straight in, eating me out with a primal hunger I’d only ever seen on Theo’s monitor. The sensation was a total shock to my system — indescribable and terrifyingly good. I let out a loud, broken moan into the empty woods, wishing he would never let me go.
Eventually, he did let go, though. He rudely dropped me onto the hard ground and barked an order to lick his boots. I didn’t fight him; I was already broken, falling into a state of total submission. I served him well, dragging my tongue over the pointed tips of those black leather cowboy boots until they shone. Slowly, I worked my way back up toward the bulge in his jeans, but before I could reach him, he exposed himself in all his glory.
He pulled his massive cock out of the leather and began slapping it menacingly against his gloved palm. The sound was terrifyingly sharp. A sudden instinct to survive kicked in, and I tried to scramble away, but he was too fast. He lunged, dragging me back before I could make it three feet.
• Get a grip.
He hauled me in close, his gloved fingers squeezing around my throat just tight enough to make the world blur. Face-to-face, he viciously barked orders at me, forcing me to promise I would do anything he asked. Drowsy and overwhelmed, I gave in, my voice a mere gurgled whisper of a “yes.” He shoved me onto my back on the picnic table, standing tall between my spread legs. As he loomed over me, I feared the worst — and wanted it just as badly.
The burly biker watched me tremble, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. He hoisted my legs into the air and suddenly took my limp cock into his mouth, muttering against my skin that he’d have to show me how it was done first. He worked miracles on me. Within seconds, I was rock-hard, and for the next several minutes, he toyed with me until I was dizzy with a need I couldn’t name. Finally, he released me, my cock dripping with pre-cum, and shoved me back down against the rough wood of the picnic bench. He loomed over me, dangling his massive meat inches from my face.
“Your turn, dirty brat!” he barked, his voice echoing through the trees. “Suck it. Show me what you learned so far. Mind you don’t bite, or I’ll kick your teeth in. What are you waiting for? Open your fucking mouth, brat... or do you want me to hurt you? You dirty little queer!”
With tears stinging my eyes, I obeyed. I opened up, and the leather-clad tough guy launched forward, stuffing the heavy, meaty head into my mouth. The shock of it made my stomach flip, but oddly enough, I craved the taste. It was a raw, primal mix of salt, old musk, and heavy leather. Even as he pushed deep enough to make me gag and gasp for air, I didn’t pull away. I sucked him with everything I had, slicking his length until it glistened just as he’d ordered me to do.
After 8 or 10 minutes or so, his filthy, dirty talking mouth could only express nasty moaning grunts. He was ready and pulled my face off his dick. Lying me on my back on the picnic table again. His rock-hard cock was pointing straight at my butthole. He pulled my ass over the edge of the table and wrapped my trembling legs around his massive neck. Greasing his cockhead with some spit and drooling a wad down my crack.
• A finger, and more.
He fingered it deep inside. Once he was satisfied that I was wet enough, he asked, “Are you ready, brat? I am going to fuck you now... You’re going to get hurt if you squeeze... Here it comes. I am going to have some fun with your ass... Open your fuckin’ hole, boy. Let me in there...” He pressed forward and penetrated my sphincter with force.
I yelled out in agony again, the sound lost in the rustling trees. “No, stop! I’m still a virgin! Please... you’re too big!” I pleaded, and I meant it — he looked twice the size of anything I could handle. But my pleas fell on deaf ears. He didn’t care about my protests; he was focused solely on claiming me.
He pinned me down and began to force his way inside. I gasped as he pushed, ignoring my frantic trembling as he drove that enormous cock in, inch by grueling inch. He moved with a slow, relentless power until he was buried deep, the rough grain of his leather pants finally slapping against my bare cheeks. I held my breath, waiting for the world to end. Oddly enough, once he was all the way in, the agony began to dull into something else entirely. This heavy, overwhelming fullness made my head swim.
The nasty biker let out a low, mean grunt in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. He only gave me a short moment to adjust to his staggering girth. Gyrating his hips slowly. Working me open until the soreness began to give way to a heavy, throbbing heat.
“Damn, you got a tight ass, boy... But, you’re no virgin anymore... that wasn’t too bad, now was it?” the biker asked with an almighty dirty grin. He began to move, his rhythm steady and punishing. “You’re getting fucked now, brat. Take it like a man!”
I let out a scared moan, my voice breaking into guttural grunts as his pace quickened. Before long, he was pounding my ass with short stabby movements. Faster and faster his pace became. Railing my ass. Suddenly, he wrapped his gloved hands around my throat, giving me a sharp, tight squeeze that made my vision blur.
At that exact moment, he let out a sound like a wild boar and finally gave in, flooding my gut with his never-ending ropes of cum. The leather man pile-drove the load deep into my core, his body racking with the force of the release.
I could feel every rhythmic contraction of his balls as he emptied himself into my very core. He held nothing back, filling me until I felt stretched to the limit. Even after he was spent, he continued the assault on my well-lubed heat, just because he could. Viciously churning the spunk within the depths of my ass. He continued to plow me with a savage, ruthless energy, his movements so primal they left me trapped between agonizing pain and a frantic, heart-pounding anxiety.
When he finally pulled out, the man just rudely laughed at my pulsating boy cunt, watching his massive load of cum dripping from my boy pussy. Hitting me in my face hard and driving the huge cock back in savagely again and again. Punching me, causing me to pass out from this onslaught.
• Just a dream.
When I came to, I was in a strangely familiar place. It took me a few minutes before I came to my senses again. I had awoken in my own bed. This had just been a fantastic wet dream. My sheets were soaking with my cum. My dick was still hard, and my hand reached down to rub it. I closed my eyes for a bit while pleasing myself some more. Sticking my cum-covered finger into my asshole again. Thinking about the amazing wet-dream I just had.
“What the hell are you doing, Jeff!... Stop that at once!” shouted my older brother Theo angrily. He was shocked to see me playing with myself. Something he had not caught me doing before.
“Huh?... What... Mhmm... Fuck off, haven’t you learn to knock?... Get the hell out of my room!” I shouted back, scared of him watching me.
“Clean up and get dressed!... I am going to tell mom and dad you’ve been jerking off as soon as they get home!... Dirty pig!... You should be ashamed of yourself!”
With my shorts still tangled around my ankles and my cock rock-hard, I scrambled out of bed. I lunged for Theo, grabbing him firmly by the ear just like our father used to do whenever we’d crossed the line. I hauled him toward his room, ignoring his protests as I reached into the shadows and ripped the hidden porn stash from its hiding place. I snatched the DVD out and slammed it onto his desk, the plastic casing clattering against the wood.
“And you really think our parents won’t mind this?... Now, who’s the dirty pig here?” I questioned him, annoyed. “I just had the most amazingly wild wet-dream. And you think I have done something you have not?... Now, get on your knees and blow me, Theo!”
He took a long, hard look at the gay porn movie, my wet cock, and my angry-looking face. Theo got a real shock when I pointed out that he had scribbled my name on the DVD cover: “Let’s name this one: Jeff.”
Then he weighed his options. He had never seen me so sure of myself. He dropped to his knees, grinned up, and swallowed my cock down like it was a tasty treat.
I placed a hand on top of his head and slowly fucked his mouth. Theo grabbed my butt cheeks and made me fuck his face deeper. After a few minutes, I pulled out. Looked down at him with a horny glint in my eyes. “Will you let me blow you, too?” I asked.
I’d never seen him drop his pants that quickly before in my life. Theo was big. Nearly as big as the imaginary biker I had moments ago up my butthole. I crawled between his legs and sucked him off something fierce. Theo rubbed his hands through my hair, wondering where I had learned to do that. I did him good. He moaned loudly as he came close. Breathing heavy, thrusting his cock in me. And I swallowed all his spunk when he filled my mouth with it.
It tasted just as sweet as my own. I was beyond hooked; I was ravenous. And Theo wasn’t done with me either. I shoved him back onto his mattress, leaving him sprawled out with his thick length pointing toward the ceiling. Our eyes locked — a silent challenge — as I stepped over him. I lowered myself slowly, centering my weight before gradually sliding down onto his long cock.
Theo let out a jagged gasp as I took him in, my body stretching to accommodate his girth. There was a sharp, initial sting, but I didn’t flinch; I knew now that the pain was just the gateway. As soon as I had him buried deep inside me, the ache vanished, replaced by an incredible, pulsing heat.
Theo’s mouth hung open, his eyes wide with total disbelief. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that I was the one fucking him. We both sank into a frantic rhythm, our breath hitching in sync. Before long, I was riding his full length as if I’d been doing it my whole life. Theo looked dazed by my endurance, his head lolling back in surrender as I slid over him again and again, sending him straight to 7th heaven.
• Lost innocence, for real.
“Oh Damn, Jeff, you fuck nicer than my girlfriend... Ride me, Cowboy! Yeah... Take that cock... Oh fuck... I am close...”
I smiled from ear to ear, realizing that I was a virgin no more. All that was missing was a load of cum up my hole. And Theo obliged. Busting his nut deep in my gut. With every contraction of his balls, my ass muscles squeezed, and I pushed down on his cock. Milking him dry. I dropped forward once he was done. We kissed while he pounded the spunk deeper into my ass. Moaning and grunting like dirty gay pigs, we fucked like that for ages.
I told Theo my wet-dream in all its boy cunt fucking details. It got him so aroused again that he got out of bed. Putting on a full-body harness. A leather cap, vest, gloves, and biker boots. I watched him put it on. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.
Theo transformed into a nasty master before my eyes. He grabbed my naked body and bent me over. The only shocking thing was... He bent me out of the open window. Before proceeding to viciously and savagely assault my spunk-lubed boy pussy again. The whole neighborhood could have seen us.
Luckily, it was a quiet summer holiday. And the street was deserted. All but one burly, muscular, leather-clad biker saw me getting the crap fucked out of me by Theo.
“Fuck it! That’s him!” I shouted, my voice cracking with adrenaline. “That’s the guy from my wet dream, Theo!”
My brother just laughed and told me the guy lived only a few blocks away. I’d seen him around the neighborhood before, but I’d never given him a second look. Why would I? It wasn’t like I was gay, or gagging for some biker’s cock. At least, that’s what I kept telling myself. But as I watched him, the lie felt thinner than ever.
The biker wasn’t wearing a helmet, and my shout carried through the open window. He looked up, caught my eye, and flashed a smirk before raising his middle finger. I flipped him the bird right back, my heart racing, just as Theo let out a low groan and dumped a heavy load over my back. Streams of cum flew over my head as the biker watched the show from the street.
Instead of riding off, the biker braked hard and turned around. Moments later, the doorbell echoed through the house. Theo didn’t even hesitate; he threw on a pair of cut-off jeans over his leather harness and raced downstairs. By the time I made it to the landing in my bathrobe, Theo had already invited him in. I tried to pull my bathrobe shut, but my cock was still rock-hard, poking stubbornly through the opening for both of them to see.
• The threesome with a real biker.
The biker introduced himself; his name was Brett. He boldly asked if he could join in the fun. I jumped around his neck, kissing him as if we had been friends for years now. He lifted me up and put a leather-clad arm under my ass. Then he tongue-kissed me deeply. Theo asked Brett if he’d like to follow him upstairs. Where I pulled off my bathrobe and got Brett’s gloved fingers in my boy cunt. I got dropped onto Theo’s bed. Brett asked Theo, “Mind if I use this tight little cum dumpster, Sir?”
Smelling the dirty cum filled fingers he had pulled out my butthole. Before Theo could answer, I had pulled my legs up and presented the biker with my gaping ass. He unzipped his kinky leather jeans from front to back. His vast, meaty cock and balls dangled free. Theo grabbed the monster in awe.
And asked me if I was sure I could have him inside me. “You forget. I already have!” I told Theo with a dirty wink. The biker did not understand, but still made swift use of the facilities. My nearly adult boy pussy got split in two by him. But he was very gentle and cautious not to hurt me. Well, not to hurt me too much. Because he was a wild, raunchy 25-year-old fucker.
After he had plowed me for a while, he took Theo’s ass as well. Railing his 19-year-old bunghole viciously open. Moaning how glad he was that he had seen us. And how nice we were, letting him join in and unload a heavy load.
I got bold. Pushed him onto Theo. And drove my own cock into Brett’s ass. He screamed like a pig. Grunted like a boar. And moaned like a bitch in heat. I fucked him hard and long. I dumped another load of my cum into him. He threw me semi-angrily onto the floor. Stood menacingly in front of me.
He grabbed my head between his gloved hands and plowed his cock deep inside my throat. I gagged and gurgled. Nearly puked a few times. But to the guy’s amazement, I swallowed his leather man’s cock down all the way to his balls. Once my throat had caught the dickhead he unloaded his spunk in me.
Assaulting my face like this brought me straight back to the wet dream. I just hoped that this time I would awake and find it had all been for real. When the macho biker finally pulled out, I let out a great fucking burp. Making Theo and Brett laugh hard. Theo’s room smelled like cum and leather now. They both kissed and hugged me lovingly. And I sneakingly slipped two wet fingers back into their asses.
The three of us lay there for a while. Enjoying the fantastic fuck we just had. It was even better than my wet dream. This was the real thing. Brett invited us to a sleazy motel bar, where he and his biker buddies hung out. They needed some new friends to join, and some new meat to fuck. And we would fit in nicely, according to Brett. He even promised us some cool biker jackets if we did. Heck,... He promised me a full leather outfit, including chaps and boots, even if I were only to hang out with them.
Needless to say, we did enjoy our introduction to their gang. Theo and I got fucked a long weekend by all of them. And we got the biker jackets to prove it. We so loved growing up together now. Two fucking tough studs. Hanging out all the time and learning from each other. Looking out for each other’s well-being.
After our wild sexcapade that summer, Theo and I only had frenzied threesomes together. But when we do, we make sure it’s incredibly rough and wild. Wild enough to pale all our naughtiest daydreams in comparison.
Yours eternally, Jeff.
• The End •
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