Gay Kissing Seduction

I knew things could be a little weird. I'm barely into the gay lifestyle. I let a guy at last year's Halloween party kiss my cheek. I was a little drunk and he was hot in his leather jacket and pants. He had a handful of my hair, playfully pulling my head back as he kissed me. I leaned in and gave him my cheek a few more times, and a bunch of people saw it. 

I've had quite a few calls since then. Funny how many closet gay men there are out there. I finally agreed to have a drink with Randy. He wasn't at the party, but someone told him about it. I got a lot of those sorts of calls. I guess I'm kind of cute for gay men. I don't know. But they seem to want to meet up with me.

Randy asked if I was only into guys who wore leather. I told him I wasn't sure what I was into. He liked that. His apartment was in downtown. Hard to find a place to park. I had to walk about 4 blocks. That gave me time to reconsider my decision to meet. I considered a few different plans. But I've been alone for a while, and I think this may be a step in the right direction. 

As soon as I walked in, he leaned in and kissed me. A big wet kiss, right on the mouth. I pulled back and gave him a surprised and angry look. This didn't slow him down a bit! He wrapped him arms around me at the shoulders and pulled me in close. His mouth covered mine in a firm, rough manner. I didn't like it. He had me tangled up and I couldn't get loose, speak, or tell him to stop. 

Finally, he released my mouth with a laugh and a gasp for air. He still had me pinned close to him. "What the fuck, Randy?"

Without answering, he began to drag me back into the house. There was a small pile of long thin straps on the kitchen table. He took them as we stumbled back. When I tried get free, he wrapped one of the straps around my shoulders just above my elbows and zipped it tight. Then another one around my wrists. When I tried to speak, again he kissed me roughly, covering my mouth. Wet and drooling, he said: "Let's get you back here where we can use your slutty mouth for something better."

While I was pinned against his bedroom wall, I was undressed from the waist down. He used one more strap to bind my ankles together. Suddenly I was kneeling on the floor, bound, nearly naked, and helpless. 

He wouldn't stop kissing me. He had a firm grip on the back of my neck. His fat wet tongue was stuffed inside and rolling around. We were both drooling from his relentless kisses. His hand was in my crotch, squeezing my cock, stroking it, trying to get me to firm up. He was all over me!

And then, something happened. I relaxed and let him French kiss me. I let him stroke my cock. It felt nice. The bindings were tight and hurt my skin in some places. but I was in his grasp, helpless and at his mercy. It felt...great.

He took a break and told me: "They told me this would work for you, you little bitch." Then back at the kissing he went. I couldn't understand what he meant. But before I knew it, he was standing in front of me with his cock waving in my face. I was trying to catch my breath and control some of the drooling. My mouth was dripping wet. All lubed up for him I suppose. His cock slipped right in. With my mouth so slippery wet, it just kept sliding in. Instantly it hit the back of my throat, then right down into it! Oh Fuck!

I choked but my mouth was so wet and worked over it just happen. He slipped in and out of my throat for a long time. Snot was blowing out my nose. I couldn't breathe. He had my head gripped tight in his hands, pulling and pushing in and out. Skull fucking me, I think is the correct term. Finally, he pulled my head in so close my nose was pressing against his belly. His cock was deep in my throat. He kept pressing. I was gaging and about to lose it. Then he blew his big gay load down my throat and into my mouth, sliding out as he did. Globs of spit and cum were all over me. My mouth was completely filled. Another stream hit my face. I cringed and closed my eyes. I wanted to say: "What the fuck?" But I there was too much slop in my mouth. 

Randy slapped his dripping wet cock against my cheek and laughed. "You are a good little cock slut, aren't you?"

I just knelt there choking and spitting goo everywhere. "The guys at the party said you were a submissive cock slut. And they were right."

I guess my actions had been interpreted a bit wrong. Or maybe not? Here I was, not really hating being treated like a slut for a man's big, hard cock.

He cut me loose and let me clean up. He asked if he could bind, and throat fuck me again sometime. I didn't respond. But when i was leaving, preparing to walk back to my car, I looked over my shoulder and said: "Sure. Call me any time."

Billy