Evolution of Life in The Mid-West
by Casey
6 Oct 2023 1559 readers Score 9.0 (19 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt
This is my first attempt at a story in some time. I am nowhere the level of some of the great writers on here such as Lil Guy, Little Buddy, Chase Huxley or Djfmonkey that I love and am thankful they share their amazing talent with us. Also thank you to Bjorn for running and keeping this awesome site. I wanted to try to put this story that has been in my head for a long time on paper. Comments and feedback are always appreciated, grace is also very much appreciated.
This first episode involved domination, rough sex and forced sex. If you like it let me know and the next chapter will not have the sexual assault.
Evolution of Life in The Mid-West
I’m Casey, in my mid-forties, in a mixed-orientation marriage. I am not straight but my wife is. We have been married for twenty-plus years and when I came out to her a few years ago, she was not surprised and fairly supportive. We decided on a closed relationship with the exception of twice a year. Our other rules were to not hide it from the other person and our bed was only for us. If we hook up, we either go to a hotel or they go to their house to ensure we respect each other. We have three grown kids and very little sex in our marriage, but we do have it when she chooses to ask for it. We love each other and have a very deep emotional bond, the main issue in our marriage is we both like death. Shortly after coming out to my wife, I came out to each of the kids, and after a few months, all were understanding and supportive. The kids got me a rainbow flag, and if they saw something LGBTQIA+ themed that they thought I could use they would typically get it for me. I never came out to anyone else and sometimes my children’s friends would ask them if I was “gay” or “fruity” and it was up to them to decide whether to tell their friends or not. I did ask if they told someone to let me know so I wasn’t taken off guard. So, in a nutshell, our children know but we don’t openly advertise it.
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It was a warm September evening, and I was feeling a mixture of emotions and feelings. I often call it cycling, those moments when you want the firm touch of a man to make you feel so good and the world in order. I wanted a man and needed to get away from the daily stresses. This desire paired with the 82-degree temperatures at 09:00 PM in this small humid Kansas town was enough to send me over the edge. I had tried smoking a little weed to relax and it didn’t do anything but intensify the feelings. I told my wife I was going out and I might not be home that night, she understood and knows how cranky I get when I need that time with a man. This is how after all is we came to the agreement of the once-a-year compromise, for me to get it out of my system and her to have fun if she wanted to as well.
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One of my son's friends, Lance, kept asking my son if I was gay. He's an annoying and cocky little prick. One day, he stopped by our house to see my son, obviously drunk. I invited him in and offered him coffee, hoping to sober him up. We sat on the couch in silence, until he turned to me and slurred, "Casey, you're so funny and say the craziest shit. But I have to know, are you gay?"
I looked at him and replied, "Why do you need to know? Do you want to make out?"
Lance immediately turned red, put down his coffee, and said he was going to wait outside and smoke. I went to talk to my wife about going out for the night. While we were talking, my oldest son came home with his best friend, Braden, who had lived with us for six months when he was fifteen. Braden didn't like Lance and left after they got into an argument.
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Making sure my wife was good with me going out for the night, and making sure I wasn’t too blazed I headed out as well. On my way out, I said bye to Lance and my son, who was outside smoking a blunt. My son asked when I would be back and I told him I was not sure but for sure would be home by morning at the latest. He said he was going to his girlfriend’s house for the night. I got in my car and left. I wasn’t sure where to go if I wanted to stay in town but I really didn’t want to drive so I headed to a new bar in town that wasn’t far from the house.
Looking at the crowd as I walked in I figured I wasn’t going to hook up tonight but would get some good images to fantasize about later. The redneck eye candy was on full display with tight jeans and muscle shirts, it was a sight to see. I chose a small table in the dimly lit corner so I could drink and do some good old-fashioned ogling without being caught. As I finished my third vodka tonic with a splash of grenadine, I needed to hit the head. The table was on the way to the bathroom so I was able to get to the bathroom without many people seeing me.
As my buzz was getting stronger, while my high was getting weaker, I made my way to the bathroom and was pleased to see a trough urinal, which was nice because I was slightly wobbly at this point. I also love a wide-open area to discreetly see other men whip it out. As I was standing there a guy that looked familiar but I wasn’t quite sure why came up beside me. He started that annoying talk at the urinal and I was doing my best to not look. I finally looked him in the face and realized it was someone whom I hadn’t seen in about three years, his name was Brody and I used to work with him at the local factory. I felt a bit uncomfortable as I had the biggest crush on him. He kept talking (or should I say slurring) about his girlfriend being a tease with his dick out draining the lizard right beside me. I couldn’t help but stare and no matter how hard I tried to focus on his face my eyes had a mind of their own and lingered south on their own accord. I had fantasized many times about what his pleasure stick looked like and it was quite nice. I would say he was about seven and a half inches and He was about six feet tall, with dark brown hair and chestnut eyes, his skin had weathered a little since I last saw him and though he was younger than I was, he looked a little older but he still had an ass you couldn’t stop looking at no matter how hard you tried. This time I couldn’t take my eyes off the beautiful snake he held in his hand, and contrasted nicely against the front of his skin-tight dark blue Wranglers. Brody caught me ogling and formed a condescending smirk on his face and his eyes went dark as I glanced up and became embarrassed. I realized I was busted, and the dick that was in my hand was not forgiving and was half-hard. As soon as I realized that I was busted the embarrassment and look in his eyes caused it to start shrinking. Brody said, “Hey man, I haven’t seen you in a bit. I’d ask how’s it hanging, but I can see you are more interested in how mine’s a hangin’”. He kept staring at me in my eyes and started to zip up his pants. I quickly fumbled to put my junk away and started to turn to leave, obviously beet red.
I was stopped by Brody quickly grabbing my shoulder surprisingly turning me around, and causing me to stumble. As I was trying to keep from falling he pulled me into the stall and put his back against the door, while locking it behind his back. He had a sneer on his face that was sexy and demeaning at the same time. “I am sorry, man. I didn’t mean anything by it. I have had too much to drink”, I said trying to get myself out of this awkward situation. Brady’s face still unchanged, looked at me and said, “Nice try faggot. When we worked together, I always caught you ogling me, and even Mark noticed and would give me a hard time saying I could make their lives easier if I would give you a little of the ‘D’”. He went on to say that when I was leaving the company and shook his hand, he noticed something electric in my eyes, and I turned a pink in the face. I didn’t realize I was that obvious and felt ashamed. “So now I am going to give you what you always wanted and since my wife left and ran off with her high school boyfriend, and my girlfriend won’t put out. I need some relief and you are the bitch that going to give it to me.” I was scared but aroused, I tried to move around him and tell him he didn’t read the situation right. Brody quickly grabbed me by the throat while pushing me against the stall wall. He inched his lips inches from my lips, as he said to me “This is what you have always wanted, huh faggot” leaving a lingering smell of cheap whiskey in the air. I must have had a terrified look on my face, and his face turned a little more tender, and quietly said, “Let daddy take care of you and give you what you have always wanted, while I get a little relief,” and then inched closer when his lips met mine, and my lips felt like they had just connected to a 9-volt battery. As the electrical current overcame my fear, I heard myself let out a small moan, which caused Brody to growl as his tongue advanced past my lips, beginning to dace the Tango with my own. I wrapped my arms around his strong muscular back as he moved his hand from my throat to the side of my cheek again my body involuntarily moaning as I began grinding my hips against his thigh and moving my hand down to squeeze his treasure of an ass. I squeezed and kneaded those fleshy cheeks; he pulled his lips from mine and smirked. “You really are a slutty little bitch ain’t ya?” “Yes, daddy I am” I said as I moved to gently lick and bite his neck. Brody then grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, slapped my face lightly and then started kissing my neck. I let out a whimper and then felt a bite where my neck and shoulder meet, I was sure it would leave a mark. He pulled back slapped my face a little harder and then his eyes bore into mine and moved his lips closer to mine while releasing his hand from my hair. Brody cupped my chin as I closed my eyes for the impending kiss that would keep my fire burning, he spit in my face, licked it back up, and then fed it to me in a kiss that took my breath away. I gasped for breath, and he looked at me with those seductive brown eyes for what seemed like an eternity and said, “if daddy is going to take care of you, you need to take care of him whore”. He pushed me to my knees and said, “get busy slut”. I reached for his jeans to unbutton them, then went for the zipper and he pulled my hair, so I was forced to look up to him as he said, “No hands, do it with your mouth bitch”. I used my tongue to lift up the zipper and slid it down with my teeth. I was hypnotized by the site in front of me a thick dark bed of pubic hair and a semi-erect rocket that had a little shiny drop of rocket fuel at the top. Instinctively, I stretched out my tongue and licked my prize which was growing quickly. I felt two hands now on my head as I had opened my mouth to envelop my velvety rigid obsession and he quickly shoved me hard on that tool as he thrust forward and caused me to gag. I backed off and began coughing. Brody grabbed my hair and pulled so that I was forced to look up at him as his nostrils flared as he backhanded me and said, “You will take it all and not pull off until I tell you to”. Brody then slapped my face and through his teeth said, “Take your prize whore”. As a tear ran down my cheek, I felt bad and lustful at the same time and parted my lips. As I began kissing the large mushroom-shaped pulpous rocket I was rewarded with sweet and musky nectar that coated my tongue and fueled my desire to make this man feel like a king. I swirled my tongue around the underside of the shaft and came back up and descended on it filling my oral tunnel. As it approached the back of my throat, I fought the urge to gag by trying to swallow. Brady grabbed the back of my head and slammed his cock into my throat and held it there. I was freaking out, I couldn’t breathe, and he wasn’t releasing my head, I heard noises and the lighting was getting dark. Brody then finally let go and I flew off his dick gasping for air. I looked at him as he was smiling, and his eyes were in a daze. I said “That wasn’t cool man. The slapping, spitting and dirty talk to kind of hot but keeping me from breathing is a no-go”. Brady was laughing and looked at me and said, “Quit being such a faggot, you should be honored that I let you suck my fucking cock”. This pissed me off and I said, “I’m done, I don’t want to go any further”. And started to stand up, as Brady stepped toward me mid stand and my eyes met his now coal black eyes that made me tremble, I was really scared. Brody pushed me down and said, “You will finish what you started you fucking stupid cunt” and backhanded. He then shoved me back down to my knees and punched in the face and told to open up. Pretty sure I had a black eye, and I was shaking slightly but opened my mouth, trying to make this end as soon as possible. Brady pushed his cock all the way down as I gagged, he pulled out and slapped his dick on my face three or four times. “Open that mouth and stick out your tongue bitch” as he bent over and spit in my mouth. “Good girl, now swallow”, he said. This would have made me feel good but, how could I after how he just treated me? I opened my mouth to show him, and he shoved his dick back in my mouth and grabbed my hair. Slamming in and out of my mouth as I hung on to his ass, that an hour ago would have been a fantasy but now, I was revulsed by touching him. Brody was jabbering calling me every word that came to his mind that meant gay or slutty. The bathroom door opened and then he froze with his dick stuck in my throat, then we heard water running then close again. He pulled out for a minute slapped his dick on my face and said, “Good girl”. I felt his ass get a little softer and he began thrusting in and out quickly as he held my head all the way down as those buns became steel cannonballs and he unloaded down my throat, holding my head down until the world started going dark again and my ears were pounding. He then pulled out, looking at me with revulsion. With a look that said I should be dead Brady said, “this never happened faggot, why did you have to hit on me?” I said, “I didn’t hit on you, and no one knows or needs to know”. He grabbed me by the hair yanking me up until he grabbed my throat, lifting me slightly of the ground, I starting swinging and kicking this caused him to release my neck, and as I was about to holler the stall door flew open and to my horror there stood Braden when he saw me and the marks on my face he developed a pissed and fierce look in his eyes. Brady turned to say, “What the hell, get the fuck out unless you want to be next cocksucker”, Braden eyes met mine as my tears were flowing down my face from embarrassment, fear, and anger. Braden let his rage out and punched Brody, knocking him back stunned. Braden said, “Casey get out now” and I started crawling and stumbling out of the stall. I was waiting by the door to make sure that Braden was OK. I knew that if we had to the two of us could take Brody. As I got to the door, I heard a loud ‘thunk” and Brody grunting and moaning. “Don’t you ever threaten him or treat him disrespectful again. For fuck’s sake don’t ever disrespect me either. If you do my friends, including his son will make your life a living hell. Get out of here and don’t even look at him with your bitch ass pussy eyes”.
Brody left the bathroom with a pissed off look on his face. I looked at Braden and said thank you. He quickly said, “what the fuck was going on?”. I said I will explain later, I just wanted to leave. I walked to my table to pay my tab and leave. As I was waiting for the server to bring my card back, Braden pulled up a chair to my table and said, “we need to talk”. The server approached and put my card down in front of me with a receipt to sign and asked if I was alright. I started to answer when I heard a ruckus coming from the corner and there was Brody getting slapped by a girl and two guys raised up like they were going to punch him. “You fucking creep, we are through”, she said as he walked out the door. The server just looked and said that guy is an asshole and glad someone finally put him in his place. Braden smirked and I just nodded my head. Braden said, “give him another drink and I’ll take a beer, put it on my tab”. I tried to say I was just leaving, and Braden said, “no, I think you would at least have time for a conversation”. I sat down and said, “what do you want to know?”. He said, “Are you gay?”. I said yes and proceeded to explain to him that I am, and the kids and my wife knows. I explained that I wasn’t cheating and told him about the rules and our agreement. He then asked how I got involved with such an ass. I explained the history and what happened. I told him that I think I was going to head home, and he said he would go to and asked if I would give him a ride since a friend dropped him off. He asked if he could just crash at my house, and he could hang with my other son.
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As we entered my house, it was dark, and I didn’t see any of the kid’s cars but told Braden he could crash on the couch. I headed to the bedroom and opened the door. I stood in shock and anger then roared “What the fuck”. Braden came running and yelled “you mother fucker”.
Thank you for reading, let me know if you want more.