Embracing the slut inside me

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I checked my blood pressure and it was off the scale. As I was removing the monitor Sophie walked into the bedroom and saw what I was doing and looked at the reading. "Dad it's 160/90!", she exclaimed, "You had a fight with anyone?"

"No.", I replied to her, through gritted teeth. "Just get me a glass of lemonade. It'll go down in a few minutes.", I said but then thinking I really didn't feel that good I added, "Better still get me a Tylenol, my head is really hammering."

Sophie looked worried. "Let's go to hospital dad! You shouldn't ignore a reading that high", she said trying to urge me to stand up.

I smiled back at her somewhat taken aback at her concern. "It'll be fine. I'm just stressed", I said in as reassuring a tone as I could.

She was not convinced but I saw the concerned look on her beautiful face relax a little. She sat down next to me on the bed and grabbed my hand asking, "What you so tense and riled up about then dad?"

I looked at her and the confrontation with Howie from earlier replayed yet again like a horror movie in my head. "Nothing serious. I just need to rest", I told her urging her out of the door, "Just bring me that drink and headache tablet and I'll get some sleep."

Alone in my room I could only think of what Howie had said to me. I fumed inside. How dare that twink say all that to me? I'm not gay. It was true that I had messed around with boys in high school but that didn't make me gay. It didn't make me gay I kept telling myself as I played it over and over in my mind. I was confused, but something niggled at me, was it something else?

Sophie came in with the medicine and kissed me on my forehead then making sure I was tucked up in bed she switched off the lights. "Dad I'll be in my room. Just call me if you need anything", she said as she left closing the door.

I tried to sleep but my high school life was playing like a movie reel inside my head. After half an hour I gave up and got out of bed, turned on the light, and opened my bedside cabinet drawer. I found the key I was looking for and the opened the closet revealing, by moving aside my clothes, a small safe fixed in the back. Using the key I opened the safe and after a long pause and lifted out the cardboard box I kept in there. I emptied the box on the bed and there lying on top of the comforter were all my old memories. There were some old magazines, some old pieces of paper and photos. I took the photo on the top of the pile and looked at it. It was a group pic of my year group. I looked so excited and happy messing about in the back row. I can remember it like yesterday, it was taken on our last day when we all graduated high school. There was Greg stand right to me and I was holding him close to me. A tear rolled down my cheek but then I checked myself. Men don't cry. Pulling myself together I pushed the photo away.

That picture had been taken 36-years ago but I remembered everything about it and especially about Greg. He was a geeky guy, with a slim build but an infectious laugh and was really fun to be around. We were best friends, and we developed a bond stronger than your typical high school buddies. I will never forget the day just after we got our final exam results and we were heading into town to celebrate the end of school when he turned to me and tried to kiss me telling me he really liked me. I pushed him away but he was insistent and then he said the words, "You know I'm gay don't you Darius and I don't just like you man, I love you." He then leant in for another kiss. I didn't stop him and felt his warm wet lips on mine but then I recalled the voice of my father telling me I was a disgrace to the family what I was doing was unnatural and immoral and he would not allow it. Instinctively I pushed Greg away roughly this time knocking him to the floor. He looked up with such helpless eyes that I couldn't stand it and just ran away.

Shaking myself from the past I looked back at the bed and picked up one of the magazines, Physique, and started thumbing through the pages. There were pics of male models of that era, some explicit and quite a few nudes although hiding anything what would have made them too risqué for the time. I bought these magazines from the age of 14 with the intention of inspiring myself into bodybuilding or at least that is what I told myself but one night I jerked off to the centrefold image in one of them. I was really ashamed but few days later I did it again and then again and didn't stop all the way through school. It was a few weeks after that initial jerk off session that I met Greg for the first time when his family moved to town and he started at my school. I knew instantly we were going to be friends there was just something about him.

Greg had been really upset with me after I spurned his advances that day when he kissed me and didn't talk to me for a week. I remember feeling lost without my best friend to talk to and I took solace in my magazines and must of jerked off to them at least 5 times a day which at the time, even for me, was a lot. I managed to talk to Greg in the end and told him I was sorry and that I knew what he was going through and then I did something I wished ever since I hadn't and took him to the back of one of the buildings and kissed him. One thing led to another and before I even really knew what was happening Greg had my dick in his mouth giving me a killer blow job that ended up with me shooting my load down his willing throat.

That evening he blew me again in the park behind my house and this time I returned the favour but I pulled off his dick before he came and finished him off by hand. Over the next few days we made out every chance we got and then he begged me to fuck him. He had bought lube and everything and told me he had even cleaned out his ass. So I fucked him for the first time in his bedroom while his family were downstairs watching TV. It felt good and he said he liked it a lot so after that there was no stopping us and I fucked him every chance I got sometimes two or even three times day. I still sucked his cock every now and again telling myself it was just to make sure he kept offering me his sweet ass.

This went on for about month with best friends now transformed into horny, sex crazed, boyfriends until one day after I had fucked him and offered to suck his cock he asked if he could fuck me instead. I was hesitant as I always topped. I was a good foot taller than Greg and had 40lbs on him, all muscle, and I was in no doubt I was the man in this relationship and this thing we had together was all about me getting my rocks off with the slim geeky boy who loved me and loved what I did to him with my monster dick. My dick even at that age was a good three inches bigger and much fatter than what Greg had, but we were boyfriends and in the end I gave in to him making sure he knew this was a one-time deal, and let him fuck me.

Wow. It felt amazing as Greg pushed his slim five and half in dick into me and ground his slender sleek frame against me. The fact I was letting this physically inferior boy do this to me, a burgeoning alpha male, felt amazing. Why was I letting him do it? I could not work it out but I knew I wanted it and the feeling of it made me rock hard. Greg took charge and with me on my back he pushed my legs up in the air. I felt somewhat embarrassed with my best friend smiling at me and lubing me up while rubbing his small, slender, but perfectly formed dick against my hole.

I closed my eyes to distract myself from my own embarrassment and then I felt him pushing in. It was painful and humiliating, but then as the process continued the pain transformed into pleasure. As the last inch of him pushed into me my embarrassment transformed into something that I can't describe but it felt good. He was fucking me slowly and steadily and I felt his pert hips bouncing back and forth against my ass. He fucked me in the leisurely yet determine way for about twenty minutes taking full advantage of the hole I had offered him. Those twenty minutes where the best of my life and gave me a pleasure and deep sense of satisfaction that I never experienced before and far better than anything I had got when I was fucking him. I sensed he was getting close and suddenly out of nowhere the pleasure was replaced with a sense of shame and humiliation and I made him pull out and shoot his load all over my abs and chest. Once he recovered from his cum high I made him lick all his mess off me which he did eagerly and greedily and then I flipped him over and fucked him madly to relieve my frustration, my shame, and my rock hard dick. As I pounded him harder, longer and even deeper than I had before and I knew I was taking my revenge on him for confusing me with that fuck.

That was first and last time I gave my ass to anyone and now all these decades later I know I am a top, a real man, and that one time was just an aberration. Thinking of Greg my dick had hardened and I reached down to give myself a hand job but as I touched it the image of Greg in my mind suddenly switched to Howie and my erection subsided. My youthful memories returned but this time with thoughts of sadness. Greg was friends with a few other guys in school and must have got careless in who he told about us because his father found out and hit the roof. After beating Greg he packed him off the very same day to an uncle across the country in Little Rock and nobody ever saw or heard from him again. Greg's father didn't stop there though he went to the church and accosted my father right there in front of the altar as he was preparing for evening prayers telling him what sinful and disgusting things Greg and I had been doing.

My father did not hit me but his disappointment and disgust in me was worse than any beating he could have given. He lectured me for hours and hours, day after day, for weeks about the sin of homosexuality and the sanctity and marriage between a man and a woman. Initially I argued but he ground me down and fight went out of me and ended up literally begging him for forgiveness and promising to get my life in order and settle down to a normal life. It took a long time but he eventually believed me and the fact was by then I completely believed it myself.

I was now an 18-year old starting out on life with a father who was keeping me on a very tight leash so I did not stray again from the straight and narrow. When I asked his permission to serve my country and to enrol in the army he agreed and I signed up for an initial 8-year term but ended up spending 12 years in the service. I initially did well getting to the rank of staff sergeant but there my army career stalled and I never made it to a senior role. As I got older the men around me got younger and my face did not quite fit. The young men wanted to be with the guys of their own age while the senior officers never seemed to quite trust me blocking any chance of further progression and I never knew why. I left active service somewhat frustrated at the age of 31 and was finally completely free of the army after a couple more years in the reserves. Back in my home town of Sherrill it did not take long for my father to start riding on me about settling down. He was shameless in his self assigned role of matchmaker with his parishioners' daughters and nieces determined to find the wife for me that I was somehow unable to find for myself.

It was through him that I met Sarah and within 18 months we were married and Sophie was born soon after. Looking back on the bed at the photos I tried to find a picture of Sarah but there wasn't one. Why did I not have a picture of my deceased wife. Come to think of it why no pictures of any of my time in the army and why even no pictures of Sophie in my memory box? It was as if my memories ended when I was 18 with that group photo of me, Greg and the rest of my school friends. But that was nonsense, my life had been great and fulfilling long after then, hadn't it? But then why no keepsakes in my memory box.

As I mulled it over in my mind I tidied everything away and put the box back in the safe that simple act assuring me I had put that stupid mistake with Greg behind me. It has all been his fault anyway, for egging me on in the first place. I was happy with the life I had built for myself and the promise I had made to my father to get married and settle down was an easy one to keep because it was what I wanted myself. Even after he died nothing changed and I was content in my married life with Sarah. All couples had arguments and disagreement of course and we did argue a lot. All marriages go through rough spots and I am sure we were not the only couple that hardly ever touched each other in bed any more after the birth of our daughter.

After Greg I was wary of gays actively despising them at making this clear at every opportunity throughout my time in army, in the reserves and now back home in Sherrill. I worried how the evil gay boys I seemed to see everywhere might trap me and re-open the old wound of my time with Greg because deep down buried inside me even though I refused to accept it I knew I was gay. I had no interest in women but something about men excited me and my encounter with Howie had reignited something that had been dormant for years. The thought of man-on-man sex with some guy penetrating me for his pleasure excited and disgusted me in equal measure. I finally managed to fall asleep images of Greg and Howie swimming through my consciousness.

Sophie was in her boyfriend's car the next morning they were heading off for an early lunch with some of Joe's friends. "Joe, I'm throwing a surprise party for dad's 55th birthday on Sunday and I need you to help me set it up", she announced.

"Sure, babe", Joe said with a little commitment in his voice as he could thinking this was going to be a lot of work.

The concern must have shown on his face because Sophie then reassured him Howie was going to help too. He had no idea how she had convinced Howie to that for her father after what he had said about him. "You must be some kind of miracle worker babe to convince Howie to do that. How'd ya manage it?", then unable to stop himself continued "If he wasn't such a flagrant gay boy I'd be worried you'd been putting out for him to get him to help."

"Joe!", Sophie scolded, "It's nothing like that. Dad apologised to him and he owes me for all the times I dug him out of his despair when his latest flavour of the month boyfriend ditched him back in college."

"Sorry babe", Joe shot back and put on his best remorseful look hoping she was fine with it and he hadn't blown his chance of a quickie in the back of the car before they went to eat.

Sophie just nodded showing she forgave him. She knew what he was like and was far more concerned about getting everything arranged for the party in just three days time. It was only going to be a few select guests but it still had to be special and something her dad would never forget. She was going to need both Joe and Howie's help to make sure it happened exactly how she wanted.

The next three days kept them busy covertly inviting a few of Darius' closest friends, arranging some food, party decorations, and some drink which was made easier now that both Joe and Howie had turned 21. They had fun trying to decide how to keep Darius out of the way while they set everything up but in the end Howie came up with the best option and got Jimmy to keep Darius busy at the gym running extra training sessions on the basis of a little white lie that the other trainers who were supposed to be working had called in sick.

It worked perfectly, all the guests arrived on time, the house looked great, there was plenty of food and alcohol and the look on Darius' face when he walked through the door and saw everyone was priceless and one Sophie would remember for a long time. Darius was in his element as the centre of attention and could not thank Sophie enough for organising everything even though he was surprised when he found out not just her but Joe and even Howie had helped arrange it. Darius circulated around the room talking to everyone but could not bring himself to talk to Howie. Nobody seemed to notice as the drink was flowing freely the party goers were all getting a little drunk. There was a slightly awkward moment when Sam and Connor from the gym tried to gate crash, but Jimmy and Stanley dealt with it and quickly threw them out.

By 10pm the party was winding and when Jimmy bade farewell that just left Joe, Sophie, Howie and a now somewhat worse for drink, Darius who was sprawled out dozing on the couch. With everyone gone Sophie started cleaning up but Joe who had been on his best behaviour all night said "Leave it babe, we can deal with it tomorrow", and finally unable to contain himself any longer at the site of his beautiful girlfriend couldn't help himself from saying "It's time for big daddy to show you some real lovin' babe. Let's get out of here. You've worked hard and it's time for me to give you my present", as he grabbed his crotch waving his package in her direction then turned and went to fetch their coats.

Sophie turned to Howie and said, "I can't go I need to look after dad. I can't leave him like that."

"Go", Howie replied, "I'll look after him and make sure he gets to bed before I go. And....", he added with a smile, "Joe's not going to be happy if big daddy doesn't get to rock your world tonight."

Sophie rolled her eyes and said, "That's just Joe. But, I can't leave dad to you. He's my responsibility. At least let me get him to bed before I go."

Joe then came bounding back into the room like an excited 6-year old passing Sophie her coat and saying "Come on, lets go. I need you babe. I need you bad."

Sophie looked at Howie who just said, "Go, go", as he helped her into her coat and then out the door to Joe's waiting car.

As he shut the door Howie returned to the living room looking at the sleeping Darius and starting thinking what the hell he was doing here alone with this man.

Howie needed time to think. He knew he should just leave but he couldn't, something was keeping him here. He started clearing up to give himself something to do, snores from Darius the only other noise, while he tried to analyze what was going on. He was here for Sophie, she had asked him and she was a good friend and he was doing her a favour. She had always been there for him at college when Marko, the Dave and then Paul had broken up with him and gone off with other men. She never judged, just listened, and he owed her. This was a small price to pay for such a special friend.

He knew he had been something of a flirt and basically a flagrant cock hound at college moving from man to man always looking for the next big cock to ream him out, but then he started looking for more. He thought he found it first with Marko, then Dave and finally Paul but they, like all the men he met his age, just wanted casual sex without the hassle and hang ups of a relationship.

That was when he found older men and got what he was looking for great sex and a relationship that was more than just constant sex, sex, sex. He loved sex, both giving and especially taking but what he wanted more than anything else was to be loved. He adored men that kept themselves in shape, were proud of their bodies, and who took it way beyond just being toned to have bodies with bulging muscles and of course a mighty dick to match.

He had tried to build his own body but try as he might he stayed thin, wiry and lean but luckily for him some of the older gym rats that he met were really into that. He could not help but look at the sleeping Darius as he reminisced and admire his body, his bulging muscles and even now the clear outline of a what was clearly a sizeable dick between his legs. He compared more than favourably with the men he had gone out with back at LaGuardia community college and even those from the gym in Brooklyn where the firm he worked for was based.

All these thoughts of sex were getting him riled up and hard especially when he looked across at Darius, the perfect example of the type of man he loved. He stopped clearing up and moved to sit on the couch next to him and spent the next five minutes staring at the perfection of his body. He was almost able to banish the memory of this man's warped and disturbed mind that could not accept he was attracted to men and was in fact gay. If Howie's boss, Peter, had never told him that story of Darius' youth then he could have just dismissed him as another homophobe and moved on but he had and now here he was in the room with this perfect 55-year old Hercules who was just his type and who he knew secretly would love the attention he could give him even if he couldn't, or wouldn't, admit it.

Howie knew he could trust Peter and the tale he had told of Darius' past was true not least because Peter had been pounding his ass every chance he got ever since Howie had flashed his best, take me to bed and ravish me, look when he first interviewed for the job 6 months ago. A job that he was offered on the spot when he followed up on the promise that look had given later that night. A movement to his left and Darius stretching, yawning, and opening his eyes roused Howie from his thoughts.

"Where is everyone? Where's Sophie?", I asked somewhat confused as a woke from my sleep.

"Everyone left about an hour ago mister sleepy head", Howie responded then added "Sophie left to spend the night at Joe's half an hour ago and I promised to stay here to make sure you were okay."

"Wha...", I tried to say not really registering who was speaking but concerned for Sophie. Composing myself and annoyed at who she was with I almost cried as I replied, "Not Joe. I really can't stand that kid. She deserves so much better."

Howie almost surprised himself with his response, "Yeah. I know what ya mean only one thing ever on that boy's mind. She really could do better."

I smiled happy to be validated by that soothing voice. I knew I was drunk but I was feeling good after a great day, "Thanks man, nice to know someone agrees with me", I responded gratefully. Still not sure who was talking I tried to focus on the slim and sexy man on the couch, he looked familiar but I just could not tell who it was. Wait, sexy, where did that come from, but the stirring of my dick was undeniable.

Howie couldn't help but notice the bulging in Darius' loins too and a little drunk himself gave in to his urges about this god of a man in front of him and decided to go for broke and announced, "Well it looks like someone likes what he sees and is ready for some action. What d'ya say Darius? What d'ya say old man, ready for some fun?"

It felt like some dam that had been holding back a ocean of water finally burst inside me releasing and overwhelming surge of emotions, thought and desires. How did he know what I wanted, and then the voice of my now long dead father boomed into my brain telling me "No. It's wrong. It's sinful. It's not who you are." Seeing the look on Darius' face Howie guessed the blockers had come up again, that damned denial. What was it Peter had told him about this guy, and then he remembered, his father was the local priest and had put a stop to it. Going for broke he cut across the thoughts of the confused man in front of him, "Don't listen to your father. He is wrong. Don't listen to him. What do you want Darius? What do you want?"

How the fuck did this man know my father was in my head? Was he right? No, how could I disrespect and ignore my father, he had made me see sense and given me this life I had. "I can't, he set me straight, my life has been great because of him", I replied somewhat unconvincingly.

"Bullshit!", exclaimed Howie, "Total utter bull crap. You're not happy Darius, you're in denial, your life is a lie. Stop fighting it let me show you the pleasure you are denying yourself. Let me remind you who you really are, man."

I couldn't hold back any longer and Ter rolled up my cheek. "My father never understood me. He always humiliated me and I....I also agreed to his every word Howie", I expressed my emotions in dazed state.

"Hey hey old man...don't be sad....just ignore all that crap. He is dead. Let your self free now", he held my hands and we both stared at each other with a spark. A passion that we both know we had for each other. And then he kissed but this time I didn't move away. He broke the kiss and stared into my eyes.

"This time no resistance old man", he whispered and kissed me again and I didn't resist. I felt his lips on mine, I assumed him Greg who was brushing his lips on mine delicately awakening emotions that I always buried and ignored. He penetrated his tongue inside my mouth. I have never felt a man's lips for a very very long time and the taste of a man just felt amazing. My cock was throbbing in my pants begging to be released from cage.

Greg (Howie) was an expert kisser, he knew how to titillate a man, especially an old man like me with anger issues. His hands were u buttoning my shirt and then he revealed my massive chest rubbing his hands all over it. When his fingers touched my meaty nipples I moaned a little bit it was cut off by his tongue that was rolling on mine. Our drills mixed and I also started participating in the kiss. I ignored all the alarms in my head and just focus on the moment. I must focus on my gay desires and I kissed him passionately like he was doing. I embraced him and continued sucking him. He tweaked my nipples and waves of pleasures started hitting me. My nipples were sensitive and taut.

Why had I never kissed anybody? I was shocked how my body resisted for so long to feel such pleasure. I felt so ecstatic with Howie that I never felt with my wife. It makes sense, I'm gay.

We both were losing like lovers with Howie also playing with my nipples. My cock was renting against his ass crack and precum started forming. Fuck I need a release. I was horny and hot. Howie helped me took off my shirt and revealing my shirtless muscular built. This gave him more access to my body and he went crazy on my nipples torturing them. The stinging pain gave just jolts if pleasure to me and I moaned louder.

"Yes, Darius moan louder. Just express yourself completely. Don't hesitate, break all the barriers and show me your real self that you have always put into slumber", he was encouraging me and I was doing as he told me. I started moaning out louder feeling the emotions. I put my ego, my reservations, my conventional thoughts and everything away and just focus on my primal need that I never thought to take care of.

"Let's go to your room, old man" Howie whispered ok my ears and I stood up taking him in my arms. On the way he started sucking my earlobe and losing me sensually on the neck and I moaned in erotic pleasure.

As I entered my room, Howie pushed me on the bead and I fell on it, dropped to his knees and knelt in front of me.

"Whoa!", I said as this man knelt before me but has his hand reached out and felt my leg I did not stop him he started stroking my leg moving higher and higher until like a jolt of electricity through my body he grabbed my dick, "Greg", I murmured in total bliss.

Who the hell is Greg, Howie thought, but he did not stop as it was clear Darius was letting his guard down and if it took this Greg to get him there well so be it. "You like that man?", Howie asked massaging the impressive dick confined in Darius' pants. The grunt and murmurs suggested he did so Howie lowered his head into Darius' crotch and took the tip of the dick straining in its cloth prison into his mouth and sucked.

"Fuck!!", I exclaimed as the delight and the ecstasy of the touch overwhelmed me.

Sensing acceptance Howie went for broke, "Time to remind you what real man-sex is all about", and with that he stood up,

I felt his hands all over me as he expertly stripped me of my pants leaving me in just my boxer briefs while he stripped himself. That, body, so slim, so sleek, so sexy. It had been so long but memories of Greg kept popping into my head only interrupted as the nubile twink in front of me slipped my boxers off me freeing my dick to spring to attention in front of him. He did not touch it but got onto the bed and pulled me down next to him. His face to my face those beautiful hazel green eyes, slender cheeks, tousled dirty blond hair and the merest hint of a beard. Greg. I closed my eyes and memories of my high school fun with Greg filled my mind as the man beside me planted a kiss full on my lips and then starting kissing every part of my body.

"I don't know old man, what excited you the most. And I'm gonna find out that by exploring every inch of your massive frames So lay straight and let me see for you. You just feel my touch and moan louder cuz your erotic moans will indicate me what gives you the most pleasure", he whispered into me.

Howie sensed the pleasure and delight in Darius and took it slow kissing his mighty legs and thighs, his biceps, his abs, then flipping him onto his side his shoulders then down to his calves, his thighs again and then his ass. The moans got louder as Howie kissed between his ass cheeks and Darius kept up the tempo moving back to his front and his belly button and then his nipples which he kissed, sucked and took them lightly in his teeth eliciting cries of delight and wonton pleasure from Darius. Sensing he was ready Howie moved to his crotch and cupping his balls in his hands he took Darius' 9-inch dick into his mouth and started to suck.

"Ahhhhh", I moaned as the lips closed around my dick sucking and slurping on the tip then taking it deeper and deeper into his mouth and throat until he had me all and then really went to work with his lips, his tongue and the muscles in his throat to work every inch of my meat. He was relentless as he worked me and it felt amazing as this boy pleasured me. As he sucked the strangest thing happened and my mind jumped to thinking how much pleasure my dick was giving to this young man as he was clearly in heaven claiming my dick for himself. Then the hot mouth was gone my dick felt cold in the air without his warm embrace. He was looking at me trying to decide what to do next. I couldn't say a word. I couldn't tell him what I wanted I shuddered at the thought of it. Had he noticed my reaction?

Howie looked up at the man, his throbbing nine inch dick bobbing in front him but he was not looking at that any more he was looking at the expression on Darius' face. He had seen it before. It was the look of a man who wanted to more. But then it was gone, there was a shudder and those barriers went back up. He would have to work fast to stop Darius' retreating back into his world of denial. Reluctant to leave the wonderful dick he turned Darius over to expose his ass,"your beautiful cock reacted amazingly to my manipulations....now it's time to see how your ass reacts old man", he said seductively looking into Darius's eyes and slowly pushed him down on his back and turned him around exposing his big bubble butt. It was beautiful. It was either an art of nature or result of his squats or may be both. Howie started to kiss and work his powerful glutes edging ever closer to the hole. Relentlessly he worked getting ever closer until he finally pushed his tongue deep in there and starting rimming for all he was worth.

I was in heaven as a stream of pleasure invaded every part of me triggered by this boy's magic tongue in my ass but feeling like every part of me was alive and on edge for the first time since.... For the first time since forever.

Howie could not fail to see just how much Darius was enjoying this and he realised that depsite being so muscular, so strong and so controlling in real life, Darius was submisisve when it came to sex. May be he was not a top man he had in bed with him, may be he liked anal play who needed to be fucked and may be not by any man but by a young, sleek, smooth boy like him.

Greg was slim, nerdy looking guy like Howie and he managed to fuck this muscle god in his prime and he also enjoyed that. Although Darius played the top in high school but he had tasted how it feels to be bottom however once in his life but that one experience is still there and how hard he tries his clenching-gaoimg hole can't lie to either Howie or himself.

Howie had given Darius a blowjob just now which he enjoyed, he kissed him on his lips, neck and pecs, chewed his nipples that made him moan with pleasure but when he rimmed him, he could feel his tongue in his hole drove him crazy. The more he explored Darius's virgin hole the more he revealed that his hole was extremely sensitive to touch and aslo begging to be explored more.

Howie left his virgin hole thinking to save the desert for layer. He turned him around on his back and climbed onto Darius's bulging water melon chest kneeling on his powerful abs and thrusting his own cock in front of the prone man's face. In position he announced, "You want this don't you Darius. Tell me you want this. Tell me you need me to fuck you with my slender six inch gay boy dick!"

I felt his slender frame on top of me. So light to carry, so small, so frail but then I saw that dick dangled before my eyes. A slim beautiful piece of meat. A dick I knew. A dick I had felt before. It wasn't Howie's dick saw before me it was Greg's and despite my brain screaming to refuse I was powerless to refuse his order and I shouted out, "Yes. Yes Greg. I need it",

A second of doubt ran through Howie's mind. That name Greg again. Howie knew Darius wanted and needed this but he had to tell him who he was so he got off his chest and as he flipped Darius over again and lined himself up with his ass he shouted out, "I'm not Greg. I'm Howie old man", Howie aligned his cock to his virgin hole. His phrase "old man", brought intoxicated Darius out of his memories and he yelled to stop him

"Wait...Howie I don't bott---, arghhhhhh", t was too late now. Howie pushed inside with all of his force and rammed his dick home deep into Darius' ass with a single thrust. His anal wall tore apart with Darius's huge yell "ahhhhhhhhhh...wait...ahhhhhhh", call for help. The resistance was so much for Howie but he couldn't control his list for this strong and vulnerable beast. He was strongly hugging and pushing more and more inside him. Darius was in agonising pain, but he didn't move.

"I should stop him but...but this pain...fuck it is so bad but at the same time I want it. But why? I never bottomed and I thought Howie woukd want to bottom but ....he is fucking me and I'm enjoying this pain. This is imilar to when Greg fucked me. When I lost my anal virginity....the same agaonising pain ....and again I'm being devirginized with same pain", Darius knew after this shear pain is gonna come a flood of pleasure just it happened with Greg. He felt humiliated but when his tight ass was continuously hammered and when he fekt Greg's dick feel inside him, he melted away. May be Darius actually wanted to feel that pleasure again and for that he must endure this initial pain till his sphincter muscles loose up. That's why he didn't stop Howie cuz he had already tasted the pleasure of being fucked and the anticipation and desire of feeling that pleasure again didn't make Darius to stop Howie or may be it was the alcohol.

" I know old man what are you thinking that you ...uhhhh...dont bottom. You are alpha and always topped but if you...mhhh...didnt want this then why not you push me away huh?", Howie slammed in ad brough few inches back and again pushed in.

May be getting fucked was not the thing disturbing Darius. The humiliating thing was the person whom he bottomed for. First it was Greg who fucked him. He was short, slim and a complete nerd. He doesn't even look he could fuck. Darius was muscular, tall and handsome hunk. If he had to bottom then it should have been someone similar to him. Stronger, muscular and taller but who was fucking him was irritating him. And now Howie who was even more fragile and weaker than Greg and Darius let him top him. Or may be he liked getting fucked by someone he couldn't expect to top him?

"You are bigger and stronger than I am old man and could easily push me away even in your intoxicated state. It is so easy for a muscle god like you to push pesky little twink like me away but you are still here feeling my cock sliding in and out your slutty hole. ....fuck ", Howie slammed his all six inch cock in and sighed in extreme pleasure.

"Fuck what is this....old man...damn..you are so...hott....fuck....this beat...I can't believe you have a volcano inside your hole....that's why you enjoy so much being...a bottom...you love getting fucked more than topping other. Don't you Darius? Telle.me", Howie held by his water mellons tweaking them like big boons and slamming his muscle hole hard like he never did.

"Ahhhhh...ahhhhh...ahhhhhh", Darius couldn't control and started screaming with each thrust. His resistance like vagina was vanishing. His hole has accepted defeat.

******

"Arrgh", I let out an involuntary cry of pain as he impaled me with his dick. It hurt, it hurt like hell but still it seemed so right and I did not resist. As he started to pump in and out of me slowly but relentlessly taking his time and taking his pleasure feeling my bulging pecs and nipples with his little hands squeezing them hard and making them red. The pain started to ease and my ass accepted the invasion and gave way to waves of exquisite delight. I needed Greg inside me but then he had said his name was Howie. Why was Greg saying that? The fog in my brain started to clear the with the sensation of him fucking me focusing me on him. Howie, the guy from the gym, the twink the guy who I insulted. The guy who helped Sophie with my party. The guy who was fucking my ass. It really felt good.

"There you go big boy", Howie taunted, "take my dick, take it all. You need this old man You need to get fucked. You need to remember who you are."

The invasion of my ass was amazing. I never remember feeling like this before yes one time but it has been so long that I forgot the feeling. So good, so hot, so full and so fulfilled. But, no that's wrong I do remember this. Greg. My mind started to wander thinking of Greg, then Howie, then Joe, then Greg, then Peter, Howie, Jimmy, Stanley, Howie, Greg. It was a kaleidoscope of men tumbling through my brain but as the pounding continued the images of two men were always there, Howie and Greg. He was relentless getting faster and faster slamming his hips into me with every thrust moaning and clearly enjoying himself using me. I felt good and it felt right to give this man his pleasure. Slowly I remembered my own dick forgotten until now but straining with an erection more powerful than I ever could remember and all because this guy was fucking me. I was just moaning, moaning loud and clear, clear for everyone to hear I was having sex that I was getting fucked. But thankfully, we were in our room and nobody could hear or see how helpless and vulnerable I was in bed.

"You are such a slut Darius....an old slut...who loves cock....who loves getting fucked....don't you Darius?", Howie just crazily fucked me and now humiliated me. I was at the brim of ecstasy that I couldn't comprehend his words, I jus twanted to get fucked and even started rotating my hips on his cock. I was breathing faster and giving him every access to use my body.

"Tell me Darius....you are a slutty bottom...right? There is slut living inside you...a slut who loves to take cocks", I couldn't believe I was letting someone abusing me and calling names but his every word was giving a me a sense of pleasure. He spanked me and asked again.

"Ahhhh...fuck..yes....yes. Howie....I'm your slut", and I said that without even analysing what I was saying. I just said it cuz I was asked and I wanted to respond.

"Fuck...", He stopped and pulled his hard dick out.

"I was about to cum slut", he was getting verbally derogatory towards me. He turned me around and we both looked at each other. There was lust in both of our eyes for each other and I was annoyed that he stopped fucking me. I wanted to cum badly. My cock had leaked so much precum that I wanted to explode now.

"You wanna cum, don't you old man?", He asked kising me passionately.

"Yes Howie...I want it badly", I said it quickly.

"Then come ...take the position", he made me ssit on my legs and aligned his hard throbbing cock against my gasping hole.

"Now ride me Darius....ride me like a slut. I wanna hear you enjoying it and your moaning sounds will show it. Just forget about everything and relish yourself by riding me. Express your inner slut to me...show that how much you want my cock Darius", he said all those words seductivel, slowly and with passion and I felt brainwashed. I quickly sat on his cock deflowering my ass again and just like an excited puppy I started moving up and down his cock.

"Close your eyes and just think about how much you want this", Howie guided my hands to my taut and red nipples and I know what he wanted. I just followed him blindly. I wanted to cum, and his encouragement and my will to cum just made me do what I could never do in real life. I felt his cock hitting my prostate and my moans of joy converted to howls of exstasy. His cock was not just hitting my prostate but also my Brian and I forgot everything around me like I was on a mission to do what I was asked. Howie asked me to lost in Ocean of pleasure and I did the same. I forgot whom I was riding, what was around me, who was watching, only thing on my mind was riding a dick and moaning out louder.

If someone watched me the aggressive, huge muscle beast riding a slim, twinky nerd, squeezing my nipples assuming them tits and moaning out louder just like a slut he would be shocked. But there is was expressing my inner slut out for Howie to see and everybody to see. The urge to cum was now bigger than my ego and I was about to release.

"Fuck I'm gonna breed that volcaous hole of yours Darius", Howie cried.

"Then go Howie....fill me...make my volcano down...breed me", I yelled out louder.

I felt his slow his pounding and get more deliberate in his thrusts and I could tell he was getting close to cumming. I felt his dick pulse and him cry in delight as pulse after pulse of his cum shot deep into my ass. The sensation was too much for me and my own dick exploded its own load in a frenzy of release in unison with him.

"Ouhhh...fuckkk...I'm cummmminnnnnggggggggh", I scremed out like a slut pulling my nipples out and thrashing on Howie's cock that hit me deep inside like a hammer. I was spurting thick gallons of my man juice and believe me I had never hit this huge orgasm before. I was in my post orgasmic rush but still my cock couldn't stop cumming and I could also feel Howie hitting my insides with his juice. We both came together and I was completely bred by this twink.

Howie pulled his dick out of Darius' ass and turned him to see that he too had shot his load. He smiled but moved up to his man's face and kissed him full on the lips with a long deep passionate kiss then said just two words, "You're welcome."

I was overwhelmed and somewhat delirious with all the sensations of the last hour. That kiss was so good and the words that went with it gave me such as sense of relief and release I just sagged on the bed beneath him exhausted, sated and content. The last thing I remember before I fell asleep was looking up at the face of this beautiful young Adonis who done this wonderful thing to me.

Howie, fell asleep on Darius' chest but woke around 3am and called a cab to collect him sure Darius would not yet be ready to find him in bed with him in the morning. There would be time for all of that another day. As he dressed and left the room to head home he took one last look at the sleeping Darius who looked so contented and happy and just so at peace with himself with Howie's cum leaking out of his ass.