The flat was low-lit, strung with half-working LED lights, casting a dull glow over the cluttered bedroom. It smelled faintly of weed, incense, and a boy who didn’t care much for laundry. Low music played from a speaker tucked on a shelf—ambient noise, just loud enough to mask whispers, just enough to fuel tension. On the bed, she was already tied down—not restrained, not helpless, but posed, her blindfold firmly in place, arms above her head, naked and still, ready.
Her boyfriend had told her he’d bring someone by. That she wouldn’t know who. That was the point. And she’d wanted it, it was her kink, and as partners, their tradition. This wasn’t their first rodeo, but it was his. His first in so many ways, so many fucked up ways. But he was here, standing there taking in the scene, his gut swirling with adrenaline and panic, whilst his balls hung low, full, heavy with expectation at finally, finally doing their job.
He stood at the threshold, frozen. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to.
“You ever fucked a pussy before?” the straight boy asked in a low voice, leaning against the doorframe. Casual. Commanding. The reason he was here, the reason he was bending himself, contorting himself into a new man. All to get to him. It was stupid, ridiculous, but he couldn’t help it. One look at that cock sure face, those glowing hazel eyes, that dimple at his half smile, it was always enough to make him surrender.
And now he stood before him, totally naked but for a pair of socks. Why did straight boys always leave their socks on? His body was solid, toned but undefined, stretched by his height, his hair wavy, a moustache capped his lip, and a treasure trail of thick brown hair ended above a long, heavy looking cock that was inching upwards. Was he inspiring that? Or was it just the situation? The control? The perversion of norms?
He shook his head in answer, “Never.”
A grin, a cool, loaded grin was his answer. Ryan sauntered towards him, his eyes and body conveying power.
“Fair’s fair. You want me to do something new? You want me to experiment? Then you’ve gotta prove, you need to prove you’re willing to give as good as you get.”
His breath hitched. His cock was hard despite the nerves, pulsing between his legs. Ryan, tall and intimidating Ryan stepped closer, trailing a finger down his bare chest. Francis jumped, the touch unexpected, electric, making his whole body tingle with energy he could barely contain.
But he couldn’t touch him, not yet. It would break the spell, ruin Ryan’s game. He wouldn’t like that.
“She’s game. You’re hard. I want to watch you lose your v-card in her.”
Ryan smirked some more, sweat beading at his hairline, and gave his cock a tug, as if to emphasise that he was the master in their little game. As if he needed reminding.
He circled Francis, whispering in his ears, letting his hands run light over his shaking body, gently cupping his ass.
“I wanna see how you fuck, gay boy. Show my girl what she's missing, show me that you deserve this,” and he grabbed Francis hand, and wrapped it around his cock, pushing his fingers down hard.
It was glorious. Hot to the touch, weighty, a slight spring as he gripped with firmness, trying to savour it, as Ryan stepped away. His tease complete, his tormentor raised an eyebrow and flicked his eyes toward his girlfriend, spread eagle on the bed, patient, waiting in anticipation for a touch she would experience blind. For a lover whose significance this act was for him, she wouldn’t know.
Taking one last look at the object of his cocks desire, he did as he was told, and approached slowly. His breath was shallow, and every nerve tight. Somewhere in the back of his brain rational thinking screamed at the absurdity of what he was doing, of self respect, of restraint, but it went unheard as the thudding rush of blood to his cock dictated his next move.
“She likes it slow to start,” Ryan murmured behind him, voice right by his ear. “Let her feel you. Let her feel every ridge, every vein. Let her wonder who you are.”
He climbed onto the bed, heart hammering. His hand shook as it touched her thigh. Soft skin. So smooth. Warm. Real. It almost made him recoil at the strangeness, the unnaturalness of it. Ryan leaned in close to her ear, whispering low, indecipherable things with an evil grin pointed straight at the gay boy he had ensnared, and gave her a peck on the cheek, leaving her cheeks flushed and biting her lower lip.
“She wants to be used,” he whispered. “Slide in.”
A condom. He had to wear a condom. It was weird, he’d only ever worn them for safety before, but now it was for wholly other reasons. His brain was spinning. His hand shaking, he fumbled with the foil, fingers trembling, only for the other boy to take it from him, unwrap it smoothly, and roll it down his shaft with practiced ease. He moaned at the contact as Ryan's hand lingered, gently gliding up and down his shaft, flooding him with a rush so strong he almost buckled.
“Nice cock,” the straight boy muttered. “Not bad at all. Thick. Very thick. Big head. Not as long as mine, but you’ll stretch her out just fine. Tight little arse too. You’d take me well, if I ever let you,” and the boy slapped his left cheek so hard it stung.
Francis smirked inwardly, proud, and amused. This boy had no idea.
Wrapped up, he looked down. Her pussy was shaved, so he could see every fold of her lips, the healthy pink, the strange contours he had only seen in videos. What was he doing? But the other boy, maybe sensing his hesitation, or maybe thinking he didn’t know where to point it, grabbed his cock, and pressed the tip against her slick warmth, and he began to sink, pulled by a force not unlike gravity. He felt it give at first, then hugging him, enveloping him in her heat. His body jolted.
“Jesus,” he whispered, the sensation travelling up his cock as her insides shaped around his invasion.
“Yeah,” the other boy chuckled. “Different from arse, huh? Proper heat. Like her whole body’s sucking you in.”
It was different. Easier, warmer, looser. He bottomed out, his wild red pubes against her prickly skin, his balls nestled against the base of her lips. He looked down in awe at his cock, his gay cock, stretching out a pussy. For the first, and last time.
It made his cock swell, his heart run faster. This was so wrong, but it looked amazing. He felt a swell not of flesh, but of pride.
Then, he began to move. Just a little, pushing his cock around, exploring her folds, her insides clumsily. But she responded, her body shifting and shaking. But to accommodate him? Or to use him?
Ryan was transfixed, biting his bottom lip as his hand raced over foreskin, and his eyes ogled. That made him feel bigger, so much bigger, so much more, and he thrust forward. Gentle at first. Then harder. Her body responded even more, shifting beneath him, moaning. She didn’t know who he was, she didn’t know she was taking his virginity with her cunt, that it was stripping him of the final act he had never wanted to do. And somehow that made it more intense, made his mind whirl and his cock so hard it felt numb.
Behind him, Ryan watched, hard, stroking at a slower, lazy pace. Had his little show made the straight boy close already?
“You like that?” Ryan asked, leaning in so that his breath warmed his ear, “you like her cunt milking you, fag?”
“Fuck… yes,” he breathed, ignoring the slur.
“You’re doing good, man. Real good. Keep going, work her out!”
The straight boy moved beside the bed, standing over him now, looming. His cock, long and heavy, hung inches from the gay boy’s face. It throbbed with each beat of his heart.
“You want this? You want to earn this?”
He nodded, desperate, thrusting harder into her slick heat.
“Then fuck her like you mean it.”
Typical straight boy, he thought. But he was in no mood to show off. Her cunt was so much easier than an ass. He didn’t need lube, he didn’t have to wait for her to get used to his girth, his heat, his flexing. She was so much looser than any ass he’d fucked. He’d trained his cock to edge in tightness, but even as she flexed her muscles around him, her grip was weak. He could go for ages if he wanted, he knew it, but that wasn’t the point. It wasn’t why he was here. And now he had permission to go hard.
He pounded, hips slamming, sweat dripping. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room. His balls slapped as he drove deeper. He watched mesmerized at the twin sights of his wrapped cock vanishing between her grasping void and the straight boy who dangled his cock in front of him, close enough to smell the rich stink of pre-cum burning in the heat of sex and friction.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” the boy challenged.
He nodded again, panting, flushed. He wasn’t but he needed to give the boy what he wanted, feed his ego, play the game. He looked at that long cock again, throbbing by his face, and his mouth hung open. He needed to feel that.
“Take the condom off.”
“What?” he asked, startled.
“Take it off. Now.”
He did as he was told, pulling all six and half inches of manhood out, and grasping his slick base, slid the rubber off. His cock gleamed, slick with pre and lube from the rubber. He hesitated. His brain stirring from its haze just long enough to flag yet another new facet to get his head around.
“Could I…you know - get her pregnant?” he stammered.
Ryan’s hand was on his arse before he could pull back. “That’s the point. Be a man. She wants it raw. I want you raw. We’re gonna make you a man, bro! Put it back in.”
Ryan pushed down on his glutes, and Francis sank in all at once, bare and shuddering. He whimpered, the raw heat of her pussy was almost too much. The clench of her muscles was gentle, the slickness soaking into his foreskin. Now, he thought, now he had truly lost his virginity. Nothing stood between his maleness and her femininity. He was just a cock and she was just a cunt. And they moved together, working each other on and out.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Ryan growled. “Breed her.”
His hips became looser, his knees moved up the bed, as his thrusts became frantic, erratic. She was moaning, making sounds, but he was too lost now to notice. He grabbed her legs, smooth and unusual, and draped them over his shoulders like he would any bottom he was plowing.
All the while he never took his eyes off the cock swaying above him like bait, the deep voice of his host urging him on as his hairy arse flexed and his cock rooted ever deeper. Then, Ryan stepped onto the bed itself, feet on either side of his girlfriend's chest, his cock at eye level, a foot from Francis' open mouth.
“You want this in your mouth while you fuck her, don’t your?”
“Yes,” he stammered, his control starting to fracture.
“Fuck harder,” came the command.
Determined, he slammed forward, grunting loudly now, his buried instincts roaring to the surface, his balls eager, his cock swelling. Then, to his shock, Ryan squatted down to eye level, and grabbed his face with both hands, leaned in, and kissed him—hard. Deep. Tongue invading. It threw him off his rhythm, made his whole body convulse and tense as he became so overwhelmed he felt his vision blur.
“I’m gonna…I’m gonna!” he gasped, the words muffled against Ryan’s mouth, lost in sounds of her moaning and his grunting and skin slapping.
“Do it,” Ryan whispered, pulling away to watch, his hand returning to his own engorged manhood, “Let me see it. Let me feel you do it.”
He was racing to the finish, bucking into her cunt like his life depended on it, frantic and unchained. His cock arched inside her, expanded to its maximum scale, the foreskin working back and forth over his blunt head, bare and tingling, the steady flow of precum pulsing from his head.
“Thats it man! Do it! Fucking do it!”
He felt his face scrunch, his arse cheeks clench, his thighs tighten, and his cock expand even further, flexing, the foreskin rolled all the way back, burying himself so deep his whole body stretched forward. The cum roared up his cock, and then he was pulsing, unloading, flooding her. Over and over as he grunted with each, forcing his eyes open to see the awe in Ryan's face as he utterly drenched her womb with his manhood.
He was filling her up, fulfilling his purpose, maybe even impregnating her, and that knowledge made his cock force yet more spunk into her, emptying his balls and making his cock hurt with every final pulse of sperm it delivered.
Spent, hormones retreating, the world solidifying, he collapsed forward, gasping, shaking, hearing her cries of excitement and Ryan’s exhortations for the first time.
“Fucking-A, man! Jesus, lad! That was hot as fuck!”
Before he could recover, Ryan was on the move. He gripped him by the ankles and dragged him free of her pussy in one swift motion.
“No—wait—”
Too late.
He felt his cum slide out, saw it empty down her folds, replaced instantly by Ryan’s own impressive tool, by his seven inches of maleness. Her loosened hole welcomed him home, as Ryan half sighed half grunted as he bottomed out. Using Francis deposit as lube, he began to fuck her hard, fast, aggressive. Her legs wrapped around his waist like an embrace.
““Fuuuuuck,” he growled. “Still warm!”
He stood to the side, watching as the other boy rutted into her. His arse, covered in dark downy fur matted with sweat, rose and fell so fast as he talked dirty to his girl, as she encouraged him on. His own cock was still solid, still wet. It ached as bad as the times he’d bruised it from too much self-pleasure, but he still held it, marvelled at what it had done.
Ryan, in what Francis reckoned was likely a pretty good imitation of him, slammed home suddenly, his body shaking and neck muscles tensing, dimples coming to the fore as his cheeks tightened, and Francis saw his prostate, and his tight hairy hole flex and flex and flex as the heaving, grunting, almost pained noises confirmed he was pumping his own load, his own maleness deep within her. They were combined now, their spunk. It drenched her, flooded her, and mingled, competing in a zero sum game to the genetic finish line. Would his gay sperm beat the straight boys?
Ryan, unsteady, breathing laboured, turned and withdrew, his cock still long but arching downward now, like the thick globs of cum that fell from the shaft were weighing it down. She too panted, exhausted by her double invasion, sated but tired.
Silence.
No one spoke. Just panting. Francis stared at the straight boy, who shook his head with a devilish grin.
“You know how to fuck, mate,” he said, and tossed him a towel.
“God, yes he does,” the girl said, still blindfolded and bound.
Francis just smiled, knowingly.
As Ryan went to untie her, Francis grabbed his wrist.
“So?” he said, eyebrows raised.
“So what?”
“I did my part,” and he stared, waiting.
The straight boy hesitated a moment, then smiled, but not with the strength of earlier. This was a man who now realised he had to pay up, too.
He nodded lightly, as Francis released his wrist.
“You’re right, dude. A deal is a deal.”
Francis, his face tired and his gaze firm, nodded for him to continue untying her.
Pulling up on his jeans, he carried the rest of his clothes downstairs to the front door, eager to preserve his anonymity. He’d done it. He’d never do it again, but he’d done it.
And he hadn’t just fucked pussy, he’d filled it. That made him smile, though he wasn’t fully sure why. It would take time, maybe a few weeks, to reckon with himself, let the act settle into his identity alongside everything else. But it had been worth it, worth it to lose himself, worth it to make that boy cum, and worth it for his prize.
Next time, it wouldn’t be a cunt milking his cock, it would be a virgin ass.
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