Gunnar was a big dude. He stood at just over six feet tall, 250 lbs of bulky muscles, a bit of fluff on his belly, gloriously tanned skin, thick brown hair covering his entire body, a thick beard and crew cut hair. Having served in the Marines, he fit the exact definition of Grade A 100% all American beef. He had a gruff, no nonsense attitude and believed he was god's gift to Earth, as such a perfect piece of man meat should be. At 31 years old, he was a horny powerhouse of pure daddy. And had the dick to match. At a length of just over nine inches and very thick, he had one of the most beautiful hard cocks I'd ever seen, rivalling anything one could find in porn. He had a good sense of humor and was an attentive, loving single parent. After serving 8 years in the Marines, he was happy to have a better work-life balance in his new position as a mechanical engineer.
I had been, for lack of a better term, a nanny. I was 18 at the time I first started, employed thru him for just over two years by the time of this story. I would make sure dinner was on the table, do the shopping, clean up around the house, care for and get to know his kid, Blake, whom I adored, loved and considered a part of my family. I admired the kid's sense of imagination, curiosity and general displays of empathy towards people and, of course, animals.
I had noticed that Gunnar, from the time I first started working for him over a year since from this particular day, would sneak out into random cars in the driveway to meet with random people. Always one at a time, and always after Blake was fast asleep. And that's exactly what happened that night.
I spent the time after Blake was asleep by prepping for the next day, developing a plan for when I would get the chores and errands done, and this particular day, I decided to take a peak thru the blinds to peer into the driveway to see what was happening. That is, I knew it was of a sexual nature, but I found him absolutely sexy and wanted to see if I could catch a peek of his cock to serve as jerk-off material for later. I had nowhere to be, as I slept in the spare room on work nights.
Peeking out, I noticed his hands in the air in disbelief, like he wasn't hearing what he wanted to hear. Obviously whoever was there to service him wasn't willing to do what he wanted. It didn't last long, and he got out, closed the door quietly and made his way inside. I quickly moved back to the dining room table and pretended to be doing something productive, the blinds momentarily illuminating as the departing vehicle’s headlights passed over.
Things were about to get interesting.
He entered the house, locked the door and proceeded to get himself a glass of whiskey, neat. He sat down across from me at the table, letting out a big sigh with his deep voice. I continued to write down my list of responsibilities for the next day, including timing and locations. Neither of us had said a word by that point.
"Busy day tomorrow?" He inquired quietly as he leaned back into his seat and spread his thick legs wide to let his cock and balls breathe thru his jeans, sipping his whiskey.
"Nothing too exciting to be honest, just some extra shopping," I replied, still avoiding eye contact.
"Shit, these paychecks are just flying out," he commented, with a chuckle.
I didn't respond, continuing my planning. The silence seemed to last forever.
"These whores ain't it, I can't get shit outta them these days," he stated.
I looked up and gave a joking smile, saying "probably would be nice if they'd do their job."
He chuckled, clearly relieved I didn't make a big deal out of his admission to buying services from whores, something we had never discussed.
"I can't keep spending money like this, it's fucking unreal," he said.
I set the pen down and leaned back in my own seat, keeping my legs together and trying to unwind, thinking of how much I wished I could have caught a glimpse of Gunnar being serviced.
"Just wish I could get them to throat my load. Been forever since someone took it all the way down," he said as his unoccupied hand moved toward his crotch, obscured by the table between us, and his eyes locked on my eyes.
My heart was beginning to race, blood flowing to my cock from the sheer thought of the privilege it must be to service him. Lucky fucking whores. Who could possibly resist his alpha male presence? I didn't want to make this into anything, so I picked up my pen, leaned toward the paper I was writing on and proceeded to write my schedule for the day after the next. I couldn't have broken eye contact soon enough.
I didn't know, but would soon learn, that Gunnar had a plan, and was thinking entirely with the head of his inebriated cock.
The silence continued, and so did my faux planning. Needless to say, I had a massive crush on Gunnar, and he unwittingly fueled many of my jerk off sessions. The way he would down a beer like it was nothing, belch on whim, verbally castrate underperforming players as he watched any football game, calling them slurs like: fag, cocksucker and the like, and manly bellow of enthusiasm as his desired team would score a touchdown. He was truly the sexiest, manliest man I could have ever imagined.
I could still feel his gaze upon me. It felt intense and my mouth went dry. Then he asked the first question that forever changed my relationship with Gunnar, my employer.
"You're a faggot, right?" he asked rhetorically, as he knew full well I was gay and had experiences with other boys and men.
I did my best to overcome my shock and to do what I always tended to do when an uncomfortable situation arises: laugh it off and keep it light-hearted. Gunnar was always chill with me, would even ask me 'how it went' when he knew I'd seen a guy the previous night. But that didn't change how awkward I felt the moment he asked his question.
"I mean, my browser history would agree," I said with a dismissive smile, glancing back up to his eyes before looking back to my planner.
"You know I don't have a problem with that shit," he said in an obvious attempt to diffuse the awkward tension. "Like, I'm literally having a fag help raise my kid, so it's cool. I love pussy, cocksuckers love cock."
In my head I was thinking "well no shit my bruh." I still felt a bit awkward, wishing he would go to bed or something, anything to end this strange encounter.
There was a silence that must have lasted for a couple minutes, me writing on my planner, Gunner sipping his whiskey with his hand still on his crotch. He was at least tipsy as he had downed a good portion of the open bottle. I nodded my head in reply, not looking up from my paper and remaining silent. I felt my face blush.
He was about to go in for the kill, so to speak.
"Maybe we can help each other out," he began. "I can't keep spending money on whores like this, it's just too much."
I listened, confused about where this was going. Help each other out? Did he want me to help him find whores for free? Did he think I somehow knew how to get him what he wanted from the whores? So many questions and thoughts bounced around my head.
"Help each other out?" I inquired, making eye contact again.
"I save on money, and you get to satisfy your craving," he stated in a low, deep voice, clearly unsure how I'd respond as he began to massage his crotch.
My cock was hard as a rock at this point. He said all the right things so far to turn me on. I always had a thing for nasty talk, being degraded as I please a man. But with Gunnar? With his kid in the same house? What the fuck...
I licked my lips and I'm sure he noticed. Gunnar didn't bullshit, at all. He was going to say exactly what he wanted to say and do what he wanted to do. He didn't care what anyone thought of him, as long as they thought he was a perfect specimen of alpha beef.
I heard an unmistakable sound: his belt and fly being undone. I couldn't bear to look, couldn't believe where this was going. By this point, I knew where this was headed. It was obvious what he wanted, and there was no denying that reality.
Gunnar stood up, cleared his throat and whipped out a rock hard cock. I'd never seen it before by that point, and couldn't stop staring at the gorgeous cock he sported. My lips parted, my mouth slightly agape from disbelief. He downed the rest of the whiskey in his glass in one gulp. I was astounded, absolutely torn between my lust and desire to taste him and my fear of how this could affect my future and livelihood. I had a stable job thru him as a nanny, great paychecks, and did not want to sacrifice such a good gig. How could this be real? It felt so sudden and out of nowhere. But there was no turning back from this point. Whatever relationship I had with Gunnar had been totally altered and could never be the same again. The point of no return had passed, and it was Gunnar who made the move, who made the choice.
He grasped his raging hardon, tugging on it a few times. He never once stopped staring at me, monitoring my responses, calculating his next move as any Marine would. He slowly began to walk around the side of the table toward me. My heart sank and I was insanely nervous.
Finally his cock was no less than a foot from my face. I looked away and tried to go back to my faux planning.
"Don't act like you don't want it," he said sternly in a commanding tone. "All you cocksuckers dream about having a big, hard cock in your mouth."
He continued stroking himself, his wide shoulders seeming to loom over me, making me feel trapped and intimidated. I couldn’t possibly bring myself to resist him, even if it meant I would silently endure it, letting Gunnar rape me.
"Look at me," he instructed. “Now.”
I looked up into his eyes, fearful but also thirsty for an encounter with the absolute most perfect beast of a man I could have ever imagined, boasting a glorious alpha cock. I pivoted my torso towards him without thinking about it, my hand instinctively moved toward my own hard cock. It needed to be adjusted, but that was enough to encourage him.
“You’re a faggot,” he stated in a quiet rumble thru his sexy, deep voice. “Faggots love cock.”
My gaze was locked onto the beautiful head of his massive cock. He stopped stroking himself, giving me an up-close and personal view of his cock. He pulled down his briefs a bit more to free his huge, hairy balls. My god, there was nothing about that package that didn’t make my mouth water. None of the guys I’d been with had such awesome, big cocks as Gunnar’s. He was circumcized, creating that beautiful color near the head. And the head, oh my fucking god. It wasn’t some unusual shape, it was a perfect match to the smooth, beautifully colored rod. And those huge balls looked so plump. Imagine feeling those against your chin or slapping against your ass as he rails you. Lord have mercy, that package was mesmerizing. I again licked my lips, this time unwittingly.
My thoughts were interrupted by his huge, meaty hand resting upon my head, slowly moving further back, presumably to get more leverage and control over my movements. His hand stopped, slowly gripping his fingers into my smooth hair. It was only a matter of seconds before he had a solid, unbreakable hold of my head.
My mouth was facing his cock, my eyes locked onto the head of his gorged dick. I still couldn’t speak. I was practically in shock, my heart pounding so hard that I could hear it in my ears. I could tell my face was entirely flushed. I just stared at the buildup of precum emerging from the slit.
Gunnar applied pressure, pulling my head towards his cock as he stepped forward to get himself closer. In just a matter of minutes, it went from business as usual to a potentially life-altering situation, one that I could only have imagined in my wildest fantasies.
The head of Gunnar’s cock was against my lips, the intense heat radiating into my lips as his precum continued to ooze, providing me with my first taste of his alpha meat. It felt wonderful, electric, but also terrifying.
The only consent he seemed to need from me was the knowledge that I'm a fag. That was enough for Gunnar to expect compliance and to assume any resistance is just me playing hard-to-get.
“Suck it, faggot. Open your fucking mouth and show me what a real cocksucker can do,” he said, delivering one of hottest lines I could have imagined in his deep, grumbling voice.
I stared up into his eyes, breaking my gaze away from his cock. I felt tears welling in my eyes. Of all the emotions I was experiencing, fear and nervousness were the most profound. It was like I was trapped and defenseless, totally at the mercy of this behemoth of pure alpha and testosterone, which was exactly the reality. I realized it was inevitable. Gunnar was about to use me whether I wanted it or not.
“I said,” his voice getting more stern and harsh. “Open your cocksucking mouth, right now you fucking fag.”
I closed my eyes, tears falling down my face as the emotions boiled over. On one hand, I wanted this more than anything, but on the other hand, it was so intense and I wasn’t sure how to cope with the array of emotion I was feeling. Gunnar didn’t acknowledge my obvious fear or uncertainty. After all, why should he? He was in control and about to take out his sexual frustration on me.
I sniffled, relaxed my jaw a bit and slightly parted my lips. Gunnar gently thrust himself into my mouth as my jaw stretched further than ever before. He tasted so good. His almost nonstop flow of precum was a welcome surprise. I could smell his sweat-soaked pubes by that point, and I liked it.
“I knew you fucking wanted this,” he said as my mouth was being invaded by his alpha cock.
He held my head firmly in place as he began to gyrate further in and then withdraw, leaving only his cockhead in my mouth. I was not in control. He was. And I was finding myself enjoying it more and more.
After maybe a dozen or so gentle thrusts, feeding me only a third of his length, he was about to get the throating he wanted.
“Take it all the way, fag. Show me what a faggot throat can do,” he commanded as he pulled my head down toward the base. His cock was so thick, I had major concerns over whether or not I could even get the head past my throat.
But where there’s force, there’s a way. His cock continued to pour precum, the perfect lubricant for the situation. In one single yank, met by a powerful thrust, he buried himself balls deep into my throat. I couldn’t breathe, and began to spit around his cock as I choked and gagged on him. But this was an alpha male who was in complete control. Non compliance was clearly not optional.
“Don't you fucking puke on my cock,” he ordered as he held my head down, not allowing me to pull away as I instinctively tried to. “Fucking shit that throat feels so good.”
Fortunately for me, I had very little to eat or drink that day, so there was nothing to throw up. But I was running out of air. He was too deep for me to breathe. Finally he withdrew his monster cock from my throat, but kept half his length in my mouth, touching the back of my throat. I gasped for air around his cock, breathing thru my nose after the first few breaths. He was clearly pleased as he had a big grin on his face.
“Keep swallowing, I don't want precum all over the floor,” he said.
He knew he leaked precum like a faucet and loved making his cocksuckers endure it. I loved it, too. Every inhibition I had was gone. I was fully at his mercy and loved everything about it. As he began to gyrate again, fucking my mouth, I whipped out my own 6 inches, lubing it up with the precum from my cock.
“I fucking knew you’d like it,” he stated. “A dream come true, huh?”
He knew he was in control and he knew I was now a willing recipient, a hole for him to use. He was going to use me as he wanted, and I completely submitted my control to him. His thrusts were going deeper and deeper until he again slammed himself balls deep. He didn't stay buried for long, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back in as deep as he could. He was absolutely throat fucking me. Fortunately, I had a lot of experience deep throating, but never with such a big cock. My throat was already getting sore. My breathing matched his rhythm.
“Throat that fucking monster, fag. You're gonna be serving me every fucking day.”
Gunnar was getting off on this. Big time. And so was I. My dirtiest fantasy was coming true, and quickly evolving into something I didn't even know I wanted. His cock tasted so good, and the sweaty smell from his cock was intoxicating. I couldn't get enough of it.
His thrusts were getting faster as he literally hammered my throat like he would a cheap pussy. My head remained completely immobilized by his vice-like grip on my hair. His grunts and breathing were becoming more erratic. He was close.
“Hope you're fucking hungry,” he said.
He ceased his thrusts for a moment, allowing me to truly catch my breath.
“Fucking take it, choke on my fat dick you fucking faggot,” he said as he buried himself balls deep.
He began roughly pounding into my throat, not once completely withdrawing, my throat perpetually impaled. I had completely submitted myself. I kept spitting around his cock, dry heaving at times, struggling to hold on. His cock became harder than at any point in this ordeal. He continued pounding away, keeping me from pulling away as I tried to pull back to catch my breath again. He was cumming, continuing the onslaught. He kept this up until he was fully satisfied. He didn’t make a single sound. The only sound in the room was my choking and the sound of his balls slapping against my chin. I came almost in unison with Gunnar.
Finally, he exited my throat, keeping the tip at the back of my mouth. I breathed in thru my mouth around him thick meat, inhaling as much air as I could, then sealing my lips around him again as I continued to catch my breath thru my running nose. Spit, throat slime and precum had been accumulating on my denim-laden legs, feeling a thick strand of the juice dangling from my chin. I aimed my load toward my legs to minimize any mess. I could taste his remaining load as it slowly oozed out of his tip. I continued running my tongue across the wide underside of his cock, enjoying myself as I tried my best to please him. He stayed inside my mouth, releasing my head from his grip.
I finally opened my bloodshot eyes, looking up into his brown, soulful eyes as he stared down at me, his mouth agape as he quietly breathed deep from exhaustion. His face was calm. He then closed his mouth, taking a deep breath thru his nose as a handsome smile crept across his face. For the first time since this encounter began, I felt bliss, pure joy and satisfaction.
“Holy shit,” he said quietly in an exasperated voice, maintaining eye contact as I willingly continued to suckle upon his meat in an attempt to please him. As far as I was concerned, at that moment, he was god - my universe.
He slowly stepped back, depriving my mouth of being full of cock. I continued to breathe heavily thru my mouth, wiping my chin of the juices that still hung on. I looked back up to his eyes - he was clearly pleased and satisfied.
“That was fucking incredible,” he complimented. “I guess fags are the best cocksuckers out there.”
He pulled off his short-sleeve shirt, wiping away the juices from his cock and balls, then handing it to me to help me clean up. I took his shirt, leaning back into my seat, exhausted as I wiped up the mess on the chair, my cock and my face. As I was doing so, he quietly slipped away, tucking himself back into his briefs and proceeding towards the hallway to head to bed. Gunnar was spent, happy and ready to call it a night. Before he disappeared around the corner, he looked back at me and we locked eyes again.
“You okay?” he asked gently. “I was pretty rough but I fucking needed that.”
I wasn’t sure how to respond. The feelings of regret and anxiety over our changed relationship - and potential ramification - started to build up inside me again. I liked Gunnar. He was a role model to me, someone I looked up to and respected. He was like the father I never had. And now? It’s not like I stopped respecting and admiring him, but felt like I was somehow a disappointment to him now. We had a great professional and personal relationship. We got along very well, and our respective senses of humor clicked.
I failed to respond, looking down to my legs and to my spent, softening cock.
Gunnar slowly walked back toward me. I did not look up as I did what I could to set aside my feelings, to hold the tears back. I imagine he noticed my lip quivering. He gently placed his huge, warm hand on my shoulder. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t keep it contained. I covered my face with my hands, quietly letting my tears flow as my breathing became sporadic. Obviously, a man like Gunnar wasn’t exactly someone who would be well in touch with emotions, and I’m sure he was uncomfortable. But he was a Marine, and being combat experienced gave him the tools necessary to understand why I was feeling as I did, just as he would with anyone he led into combat. His mind was well trained and his critical thinking skills were extraordinary. But this was certainly different and new to him. He must have been drawing on his parenting experience, incorporating it into his approach with me by that point. He stayed there, keeping his hand on my shoulder, gently moving it back and forth across my shoulder as I let my tears flow. I instinctively leaned into his warmth on my shoulder. My miserable feelings were subsiding a bit, and I finally got control of myself.
I sniffled, wiped my tears away and rested my hands on my lap.
“I’m sorry,” I quietly said to him. “I… I don’t…”
“Your job is safe,” he assured me, cutting me off. “If that’s what you’re worried about. And you were amazing. No one’s ever made me cum that hard.”
He obviously was attempting to make light of the situation, to help quell my, franky, trainwreck of a mental state. I was taken aback. It felt like he still approved of me and the weight of the feelings I experienced were subsiding. His presence was warm and fatherly. It was comforting. I felt cared for, wanted.
“You liked it?” he asked, obviously referring to the throat pounding I endured. “You came alot.”
“Yeah,” I replied, lightly laughing as we both began to re-establish normality… all things considered. “I didn’t know I could take a cock that big.”
“Same though,” he chuckled. “No one’s ever throated me that good. They usually only handle the head for a few seconds before it’s too much.”
His hand was beginning to massage my shoulder. It was a bonding experience that I couldn’t have imagined. I felt closer to Gunnar than ever before. Our relationship would never be the same as it was before. We were in uncharted territory and neither of us knew what to expect or how to proceed. We both were silent for a few moments as I basked in the soreness of my throat, a memory of what we experienced just minutes prior. My eyes glanced back to his semi-erect cock hidden behind his black briefs in reverence. I didn’t realize it at the time, but Gunnar’s view of me had quickly evolved since that initial intimate encounter, as I would soon learn.
Gunnar noticed my eyes locking onto his crotch. His hand transitioned to the back of my neck as he stepped closer to me. He arched his back, thrusting his impressive bulge against my face. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply thru my nose, inhaling his manly scent.
Without a word, he pulled back slightly, slipped down his briefs to free his semi hard cock with his free hand, his cock gently springing up as he moved himself closer. His cock head was once again against my lips. Without hesitation, I parted my lips, inviting him to re-enter my mouth. He didn’t wait. As soon as my lips parted, he shoved himself balls deep, his hardening cock at the back of my throat and my nose buried in his thick, sweat soaked bush.
“Fuck yeah,” he said as his cock was again being serviced by my willing mouth.
His hand moved to the back of my head, gripping my hair as he did during our debut encounter.
He began to grow, his cock hardening and pushing further into my well-used throat. He was keeping my nose in his bush, his giant balls smashed against my chin. He was again fully hard, but he had no intention of using my throat as a cumdump as he did before. He released his grip on my head, and I began to fuck my throat on his cock, not allowing the tip to exit. That is, until he removed himself completely from my mouth. I was rock hard again, and my desire to have him invade my gullet was extreme. I wanted more of his alpha daddy cock. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading for more as I quietly panted, regaining my breath.
“C’mon, we should head to bed,” Gunnar suggested.
I nodded in agreement, even though I felt deprived of his awesome monster cock. He was right, it was getting late. I tucked my cock back into my own briefs, zipped up and rebuckled by pants.
I stood up without a word. Gunnar’s hard, glistening cock and impressively plump balls were still out as he made his way towards the hallway. I followed a few feet behind. We quietly made our way to our respective rooms. I wanted so badly to follow him into his room and give him a second blowjob, but I knew it was a good idea to try and get some sleep. He walked past the spare room - my room - and towards his own bedroom door. I gently twisted my door handle, making sure to lift slightly to avoid allowing the hinges to squeak. Gunnar was at his own door by now.
“Chris, you coming?” he whispered as we were feet away from Blake’s door where he was fast asleep.
I stopped and looked at him like he had horns growing out of his head. What the fuck are you talking about bruh? You literally said we should get some sleep. I didn’t respond verbally, but he could tell I was confused.
“Get in here, fag,” he ordered with a smile, clearly amused.
I looked down to my door handle, then back at him. Maybe we were about to finish what we started. I kept a blank face, not wanting to give away how excited I was to potentially impale my throat on his meat again. Leaving the door open, I proceeded further down the hallway toward Gunnar and his open door. As I walked past him, breathing in his manly scent, he entered behind me, closing the door and locking it.
He began to completely undress which only took a few seconds as the only items adorning him were a pair of jeans and briefs. I stood still, near the foot of his bed, not sure how he wanted me to proceed.
“You might be more comfortable if you take it all off,” he joked with a slight grin.
I did exactly that without thinking.
I removed my shirt, revealing my slim, but somewhat bulky torso and arms. Gunnar watched, taking in the sight of my young body and hairless chest. I continued, not feeling particularly self conscious. All that was left were my pants and briefs. I revealed my bulbous ass, hairy balls and crotch, my thick thighs and my well built, hairy calf muscles. I was no slouch. I was in very good shape. Hair in all the right places, at least to me. At 5 ft and 5 inches, I was pretty short compared to Gunnar. But our hair and eye color were quite similar, with my own eyes being a darker shade of brown than his. I was well tanned and quite confident in my body. I loved being a man, with all the testosterone and sweat that comes with it. I loved basking in my own scent when I was alone, particularly enjoying my own sweaty pubes and my feet. I was especially proud of my own cock. Considerably smaller than Gunnar, I sported a thick, circumcised six incher. A smooth, beautiful white cock with a perfect head to match.
I faced Gunnar, who began to approach me. Our cocks nearly touched tips before he gave me an idea of what we were about to do.
“Lay on the bed,” he told me in his deep voice. “On your back.”
It dawned on me what he was thinking. Hell nah. There was no way I could take that in my ass, I thought to myself. He was so much bigger than anything I’d ever experienced. My heart sank again and my hardon began to subside. I was nervous again. Would it be as rough as he used me before? Would I even survive this encounter? All the thoughts of uncertainty returned and I was scared, just as I was before he first rammed himself into my mouth. My eyes darted around the room, searching for a way out, somehow, and I slowly inched away from him, not realizing the direction I was headed would lead me to my eventual fate for the night. I looked momentarily back at Gunnar, then back down to his huge member. I was breathing faster, nearly panicking.
He stepped closer to me and repeated his instructions, maintaining a stoic look.
“I said, get on the fucking bed,” he commanded as his dominating nature returned, replacing his softer, more understanding self which was on display moments ago. “I’m not done with you, faggot.”
He shoved me harshly with one hand onto his memory foam mattress, landing softly and not causing any cracks or creaks from the bed frame. I instantly could smell his sweaty sheets. And to be honest, it smelled so good to me. But my eyes still gazed fearfully at his huge cock, which I knew in my stomach I was about to receive, even if I were to resist. Gunnar was about to have his way, as such a perfect alpha male should.
I was on my back, my feet dangling over the edge of the bed. I felt sick to my stomach. But somehow the smell of his sheets were helping me focus on my sexual desires. Gunnar moved forward and onto the bed. He leaned down and grasped each of my legs with his huge hands, yanking them upward and he climbed onto the bed on his knees. His cock was close enough to my ass that the fear began to boil over and my tears started to swell again. I wasn’t sure if it was something I wanted to happen. What was I to do? Should I make a run for it? There was no universe where I could outrun him. He had the muscle, speed and stamina to outmatch most anybody he encountered. My eyes were locked with his as a big grin crept across his face again. He began to rub his accruing precum over his middle finger. Whew, at least he was about to help me loosen up for him. He began to prod gently at my hole with his beautiful cockhead. After a few moments, he spun around into a sixty-nine position with me, a strand of precum catching my forehead and causing the stream to dangle and accumulate upon my face. I kept my legs up against my body, allowing Gunnar’s body to pin them down so I could relax my leg muscles.
He grabbed his cock by the base and shoved it down against my lips. I offered zero resistance, immediately enabling him to plunge his cock and the huge volume of precum that was covering most of it directly down my gullet. Heaven. As he buried himself half way into my mouth, I felt him maneuvering his hand and lubed finger around my ass crack. My cock was rock solid again as I once again massaged his cock with my tongue, swallowing regularly to keep up with his stream of precum.
“Keep my cock in your mouth,” he ordered. “I don’t need throat juices and shit all over my sheets.”
The tip of his finger found my entrance, prodding it gently. As I suckled upon his leaking cock, he thrust harshly down into my throat, balls deep. In that same instant, he jammed his thick finger all the way into my ass. Even though it was just a finger, I hadn’t been stretched open for a while by that point and was very tight. It hurt. And his thrust into my throat was an obvious attempt to prevent me from making noises or screaming. I didn’t know how to react and, without thinking, wrapped my arms around his waist, feeling his radiant body heat and sexy body hair. After a few moments of him slamming his finger in and out of me, accompanied by my choking around his monster cock, he withdrew himself from both ends. I gasped for air to catch my breath, my hole feeling suddenly sore. Fortunately for both of us, I had been regularly douching in the event one of my hook-ups wanted to get together on a moment’s notice, so I imagine Gunnar was pleasantly surprised by the clean smell from my ass crack.
I had hoped he would have taken my cock into his mouth, but I knew better than to expect it. He wasn’t into guys like that. I seemed to be nothing more than a hole at this point, and I was expected to submit myself to his use and satisfaction. Gunnar flipped around, grasping my legs to keep them pinned against my chest, and lined up his precum and throat slime soaked cock with my hole. I knew it would hurt no matter how gentle he was with me. But this was Gunnar. Gentle wasn’t exactly something to expect from him. Part of me truly believed that he was prepared to absolutely rape me, that if I begged him to stop, he’d only go harder. My hole was going to be his fucktoy regardless of how I felt. I walked into his room. I chose to be his bitch. Deep down, I think I knew what I was getting myself into. No safe words, no way out, only absolute submission to his usage.
Gunnar grabbed his briefs from the bed, then a second, sweaty pair from the hamper at the foot of the bed. One of them appeared to have a white substance on it. Knowing how much precum oozed from him, I was certain it was dried precum. I stared onward, curious what he was planning, my mouth agape from anticipation, excitement and fear. Gunnar swiftly shoved the two pieces of clothing against my face, rubbing it around as I felt the warmth from his meaty hand thru the fabric.
“Like that, faggot?” he rhetorically asked, knowing my answer didn’t matter to him. “Breathe in that fucking smell. I know you love it, fucking cocksucker.”
He removed the briefs from my face, putting one inside the other so both were lined up properly with each other. He shoved it back down, crotch and taint fabric first against my lips.
“Open,” he ordered, as I immediately obeyed.
Gunnar shoved it into my mouth. Apparently he enjoyed degrading the holes he used, forcing submission. I instinctively began to suckle, existing in heaven and my untouched cock was leaking precum as I stared up into Gunnar’s deep, dark eyes.
There was a silent, unmistakable understanding between us, developed simply from the look in each other’s eyes. My eyes told him I wanted to be used by him, badly. That I wanted to be a submissive little faggot for his alpha male desires. His eyes told a complimentary story - that he was going to use me as he pleased, whether I enjoyed it or not, and that no amount of resistance would stop him.
He leaned down towards my face, moved his lips close to my ear, feeling his facial hair touch against my cheek, and said something that made me want to be his bitch more than ever before.
“You’re a faggot, and fags are meant to serve real men. I’m gonna slam my fucking cock in your guts. If I have to hold you down and rape you, that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.”
I wanted to cum right then and there. I had never heard something that turned me on to such an extreme before in my life. It was that comment when I realized he knew exactly what he was doing. He knew I got off on being his bitch, that I’m a bottom fag who needs a daddy to use my holes.
Gunnar leaned up, resting on his elbows on either side of my head, placing one hand over my mouth as the other cupped over it. His face was inches from mine. I felt the heat of his body over me, the tip of his cock against my hole as he applied a bit of pressure. My cock was leaking as it pushed against his belly. I tasted his sweat and precum thru the briefs he used to gag me. I smelled the strong scent of his armpits paired with his unwashed, sweat stained sheets. Was this heaven? Like, faggot heaven? Something about the way he delivered the line turned all my fears and hesitation into absolute desire to serve him. If it meant I had to endure some pain, he was worth it. As far as I was concerned, he was god.
I stared up into his eyes. Feeling his cockhead enter my ass, the pain was indeed intense. My eyes bulged and I tried to scream thru the makeshift gag and his hands. Fortunately, almost no sound escaped. He kept his eyes locked with mine, his mouth agape as he smiled from the tight, warm pleasure my hole provided. This would typically be the point where I’d ask my invader to pull out for a moment to let the initial pain subside, but this was Gunnar. I knew it wasn’t an option. I could try to wiggle him loose, but I suspected it would only result in him slamming his entire length into me as punishment. I focussed myself on our eye contact, his masculine, uber sexy face inches from mine, his warm, huge hands cupped over my mouth. Thru my peripheral vision, I saw his hairy, muscular shoulders and triceps. His warm body heat above me was true bliss. His scent was all around me. His presence was commanding and all encompassing.
“Take it, faggot,” he said thru his smile.
He slowly inched himself inward, his stream of precum applying the perfect lubricant for this intimate activity. My moaning was constant, a mixture of pain and my desire to serve him. My eyes were watering again. It was so intense. He kept pushing onward. He then bottomed out on something inside me. It felt so tight, like a barrier that couldn’t be breached. There were still a couple inches to go. Gunnar prodded at the barrier, not pushing past it.
“Bear down, hard,” he instructed. He knew what he was doing and was going to help guide me thru it. As much as his dominating nature was at the forefront of this experience, there was still the unmistakable sense of care that he had demonstrated after my total breakdown earlier.
And I did exactly that. With all the might I could muster, I beared down. Gunner felt it, and gently slipped past the barrier, his cock buried to the hilt and his huge balls pressed against me. He was in, completely. My eyes bugged out again, and I let out a long moan… or maybe it was more of a scream. Nothing had ever been so deep inside of me. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. His raw, hot cock felt so good in that space. He was literally rearranging my guts.
“This is what it feels like to be my bitch,” Gunnar said to me, returning his face to his usual stoic look. “Your faggot ass is mine.”
Our eye contact continued, and I again instinctively wrapped my arms around him as best I could. Surprisingly, the pain was subsiding, but was still there seemingly as a reminder of my place in this situation. There was no version of this that would be rape. I was completely submitting myself, and an almost unnatural desire to be fucked hard was all I could focus on. By that point, the fabric in my mouth was saturated.
The way he had me trapped beneath him. His hands over my mouth to keep his sweat soaked and precum stained briefs in my mouth, keeping me quiet. The smell of his armpits and sweaty sheets which trapped the essence of his scent. The hairy muscles my hands were able to rub across and massage. My hole being invaded by the biggest cock I could imagine. The intense gaze we shared as our eyes stayed locked. All of it. I was in heaven. I was his to use. I needed to be his fucktoy. And the craziest part of it, the only thing that scared me by that point, that sent my mind to a place of confusion and fear… I think I was in love. I’d never felt that way before. I was only 19 at the time, and sex was nothing more than an activity to satisfy desires, period. This felt so different, the connection we shared was surreal. But this was a straight alpha male. How could we possibly be compatible like that? It was impossible to fathom. I was sure he loved me at some level, as our relationship was over two years old and we had bonded a lot, developing sort of a father-son relationship. He definitely cared for me, otherwise he would have basically told me to fuck off when I cried after he first brutalized my throat. Was it at all possible for him to feel as I did? Was I crazy for even pondering the thought? Was I mistaking infatuation and sexual desire for love? I just knew I had no choice but to bury those feelings and hope I wouldn’t accidentally divulge the depths of my feelings for Gunnar.
All those thoughts happened in just seconds, and were interrupted by Gunnar’s next move.
Gunner began to withdraw slowly until I felt only the tip inside me. In a furious motion, he slammed himself balls deep into my guts. Then again, and again, and again. The thrusts were violent and animalistic. Each time his balls slapped against my ass cheeks, I squealed like a whore. Though almost no sound got thru the gag and his hands, I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t voluntary. It was the most incredible pleasure I’d ever experienced. My surroundings, the sensations, everything was perfect. His eyes were so mesmerizing, so powerful. He knew I was his to use and he liked it.
Gunnar’s breathing coincided with each thrust, but he didn’t say a single word, not one moan or grunt. Just his contorting facial expression to convey what he was feeling. He was enjoying himself immensely, his pleasure turning into smiles and a joyous look on his face as he used my hole like he would some cheap fucktoy.
His tempo increased, his thrusts becoming so much faster. He was long-dicking me, absolutely hammering my hole for all it was worth. The barrier further inside of me was becoming harder to keep loose for him as I involuntarily flexed my cock, clenching my hole. He was going to make me cum just from fucking me. But the barrier was tightening and I couldn’t keep resisting the urge to tighten up. It was beginning to hurt a bit, getting a bit worse over time. Somehow though, it was adding to the pleasurable experience. He would strike my prostate, then slam into my guts. He was pounding me with all his strength, brutalizing my hole. No escape, no option but to endure it. I started to scream and whimper thru the gag, never having experienced a cock slamming repeatedly into that place deep inside of me.
It must have lasted for about five minutes, his sweat dripping from his forehead, chin, his chest, his belly, all over me. We were both glistening, our respective male bodies feeding heat into each other.
“Imma breed that faggot hole,” Gunnar said thru labored breath. “Take it. Fucking take it. Keep squealing like a fucking whore. You fucking love my alpha cock, huh fag?”
I could only respond by moaning louder and nodding my head as best I could. I wanted him to know I was totally submitted to his usage, that my hole was nothing more than a toy to satisfy his manly desires.
“Oh sorry,” he said with a laugh. “Can’t hear you when you’re gagged on my sweat soaked briefs. You fucking love it.”
He knew his words were turning me on even more.
I couldn’t hold it any longer. His monster cock was slamming in me so fast and so brutally hard. I felt my cock explode with cum, spraying against his belly and splashing onto my chest. It felt so unreal, no cum had ever been so intensely pleasurable. I wasn’t exactly a far shooter, but I was spraying like a faucet. My moans became a constant tone of squealing as my balls unloaded for a second time that night, our eye contact only adding to the exquisite intensity.
My ass clenched so tightly that it was enough to send Gunnar over the edge. He squeezed his eyes closed, his face contorting as the pleasure of his orgasm overwhelmed him. His cock got so hard, like an iron rod. His thrusts were becoming erratic and he was no longer long-dicking me, keeping himself buried balls deep as he gyrated inside the tight space of the barrier that became a source of astounding pleasure and discomfort. He was cumming. I could feel it. His cock was flexing and I felt something hot entering deep inside me. He kept up his thrusting. It felt so wonderfully warm. The intimacy was something to behold as my own climax began to subside. Perfect timing.
Gunnar shoved himself hard against my ass, bottoming out as far as he could, somehow going even deeper than before. He remained there, his eyes closed and his mouth open as he panted. He removed his hands, freeing my mouth, then slowly pulled out the fabric he used to gag me, throwing it about ten feet onto his master bathroom tile floor, landing with an audible splat. I too was panting, still fully impaled on his cock which remained hard as a rock. His arms splayed to the side as he rested his head to the left of mine, his bearded cheek against my hairless cheek. It was a moment I could never forget. My guts were full of a monster cock and an equally monstrous load. I was so drowsy, and I’m sure I could have passed out if my legs hadn’t started to fall asleep from the pressure of his huge body atop me. With his body lowered toward mine, I was able to get my arms further around him, holding onto the moment, and the man who had savagely used me like a cheap whore.
No words were spoken.
His cock was softening, withdrawing from my guts. I released my arms from around him as he slowly propped himself up on his elbows, looking me in the eyes. He came so deep inside me that his cum wasn’t oozing out. Somehow we managed to keep any semblance of fluids, save for our sweat, off the sheets and bedspread thanks to the shirt that was unwittingly beneath my ass to catch the drippings. Impressive. Finally, I was able to relax my legs and return them to a more natural position, feeling the blood run thru properly as the tingling subsided. He rested his heavy body against my small frame, his face only inches from my own, his cock still deeply embedded inside me. Our sweaty bodies seemed to form together as one - a perfect fit. Sweat was still dripping slowly from his forehead and chin, some of it falling into my mouth and I savored it. Fuck, I was obsessed with him. Even post-orgasm, he was my world. His head slowly bobbed with each breath he took. His eyes seemed heavy. We were both spent and exhausted. His balls were still pressed against me, my sphincter gently massaging his cock with each breath. It was a wonderful reminder of what we had just done.
“Chris,” he said, uttering the first labored words since our mutual climax.
He was about to say something but stopped himself, remaining silent. I felt like I was in a trance. I couldn’t speak, having almost no control over my post-orgasm body. He looked down towards our joined bodies, breaking eye contact, then back to my eyes. I just stared, longingly.
I was certain, now more than ever, about my true feelings for Gunnar. The heat of the moment had subsided, providing us both with post-nut clarity. He was a straight alpha male. He couldn’t possibly return my feelings. This was not infatuation. I was in love. I was completely in love with Gunnar. How pitiful I must have been to allow myself to think such thoughts. How hopeless and pathetic I must be, I thought to myself. I felt my emotions beginning to boil over. I wasn’t like Gunnar. I couldn’t bring myself to set aside my feelings, to ignore them. It wasn’t in my nature. My face was burning up with the heat of the emotions.
I was in love with Gunnar, a straight man.
“Chris,” he said again as his head continued bobbing with labored breath. “I…”
He again didn’t say what he wanted to say. Whatever it was, he clearly couldn’t get the words out. But him saying my name was exactly what I needed to help distract myself from the source of my miserable feelings, even though the embodiment of those thoughts and feelings was inches from my face and resting against my body. His eyes were commanding, piercing and unavoidable. I couldn’t look away, even though every fiber of my being told me I had to do so, to move past my longing, to leave behind my love for Gunnar.
The distance between our faces was decreasing, ever so slowly. He transitioned his right hand to the top of my head, intertwinning his fingers softly thru my hair. The caring man who had comforted me earlier was the person staring into my soul, replacing the animalistic, brutal nature he demonstrated to me. It was electric. I slowly began to rub my hands across his hairy, sweaty back, circling and massaging his bulky muscles. I couldn’t resist him. His lips were so close to mine that I knew I could lean up and make contact in an instant. But there was no way, no universe that could happen.
Gunnar was gently massaging my head with his huge hand as he slowly gyrated his hips, sliding his semi hard cock gently back and forth across my worn prostate. It felt like an eternity, our heaving bodies, pressed against each other, his sweat dripping onto my head slower than before as we cooled down.
“I think,” I weakly began to say. “I…”
Before I could even get the words out, the suggestion that we head our separate ways to call it a night, he pressed his lips hard against mine. Our eyes closed. I whimpered. Gunnar inhaled deeply thru his nose, tightening his grip thru my hair. His tongue forced its way into my mouth. Our tongues began to dance. My arms tightened around him. My tears began to pour out. But this time, my tears were a mix of joy and a devastating fear that this may end, that it might not be what I had hoped.
How the actual fuck was this real? I had to be dreaming. I was so sure I would open my eyes and wake up from an absolute fantasy land. No, there’s no way. Not in a bajillion years.
But the embrace continued. It was magical. Putting aside my love for him was impossible now. It was over. He was forceful, almost devouring my lips and tongue. His other hand moved to the side of my head resting against my cheek and ear.
Gunnar pulled away, re-establishing eye contact with me, our mouths ajar at the moment we had just shared. He leaned in again, kissing me once more, this time just our lips. Our lips smacked as he pulled away again.
Neither of us said a word. Was the impossible becoming a reality? Was it just the heat of the moment? How could this be happening?
Gunnar began to pull his body from mine, my arms releasing the embrace and his hands doing the same. Our sweaty bodies began to separate, replaced by the cool air surrounding us. The unmistakable odor of my cum flowed over my nose. Gunnar gently pulled his hips back, freeing his cock from my hole. He rolled over onto his back, laying next to me. Our arms were still touching. I just lay there, staring at the ceiling and waiting for this dream to end. But it wasn’t a dream. This was real. Gunnar had indeed kissed me, passionately, in a way I’d never experienced before. I felt complete and a smile crept across my face.
Gunner leaned up, reached over to the hamper and retrieved a hand towel from the hamper. He proceeded to wipe up the sweat and cum off of his chest and balls, but left his softened cock unwiped. Unexpectedly, he applied the wipe-down to my chest as well, gently removing all the manly juices before doing the same to my cock and balls. Throwing the towel into the hamper, he gripped his cock, shaking it at me as I stared with unabashed longing. Even after nutting twice, I still found his gorgeous cock appealing.
“Go on,” he said as he waved his cock around. “Clean it off like a good fag.”
My jaw dropped. Holy hell. He didn’t have to ask me twice. I launched myself upward and maneuvered to take his soft cock into my mouth. My clean hole left only the taste of his precum and load. I messaged it with my mouth, providing a cleaning service. I was truly in heaven. His cock was hardening, only about half way before I was finished cleaning. I pulled away, staring at his delicious cock, the cock that had pummeled me from both ends. I looked into his eyes for approval. He met my gaze and grinned before closing his eyes.
I leaned over to grab the towel he used to clean up. I wiped all the cum and juices from my ass crack and taint until I was dry. He came so deep inside me that almost all of his juices remained embedded in my guts. My throat and ass were so sore, serving as a constant reminder of how he dominated me with his perfect alpha cock.
My legs were so week but I somehow mustered the energy to get off the bed and onto my feet. It was time to sleep. We were both exhausted.
“Where you going?” Gunnar asked gently in response to hearing me get off the bed.
I looked back to meet his eyes, confused.
“I gotta get some sleep,” I answered quietly. “I'm beat.”
Gunnar smiled, patting the bed next to him in a gesture to have me rejoin him. This was his room. Not mine.
“Stay,” he instructed.
I hesitated, looking to the door then back to where he was gesturing.
“C'mon, we need to get some sleep,” Gunnar rightfully claimed.
It truly was a fantasy come true. He wanted me to sleep in his bed, next to him. It was a king mattress, ideal for two adults. It was his space, and he wanted me to share it with him. I did as he told me. I got back into the bed, in almost the same sweat soaked spot where I had received a harsh pounding from him, a wonderful memory. As I stretched my body out, getting myself comfortable, Gunner sat up, reached down and pulled the top sheet and bed spread over us both. We were quickly cooling off and the covers were a welcome source of warmth. As the covers we placed over us, the strong smell of his sweat stained, unwashed sheets wafted toward me and I inhaled deeply. My god it smelled so good. I didn't anticipate the subtle sweet smell to it. Gunnar’s scent was like a drug to me. Gunnar twisted the switch on the lamp next to the side of the bed next to him, covering the room in a soothing darkness. I got myself comfortable, turning onto my side with my back facing him. I heard and felt some movement between the sheets, followed by Gunnar’s big, hairy body moving up against me. He felt so warm as he slowly rested an arm around my chest, snuggling up to me, embracing me. I breathed deeply in happiness and thankfulness. It was a new experience for me. I’d never actually cuddled with someone before like that. I felt safe, protected. I felt wanted. The manliest alpha male, more so than anything in my wildest fantasies, was embracing me in such an intimate way. Gunnar slowly massaged my chest with his big hand as he rested his leg atop my own, our naked bodies forming into one. I especially enjoyed feeling his flaccid cock against my bare ass cheeks. The night wasn't quite over yet.
“You should move in,” Gunnar said, surprising me.
“I beg your actual pardon?” I said in my usual joking manner. I had a goofy grin on my face, not that he could tell.
“I'm serious,” he started. “Blake loves you. And you wouldn't need to worry about paychecks. Just keep doing what you've been doing. I make more than enough.”
Was he for real? I mean, I guess it made sense since I stayed overnight five out of seven days a week. What would I do for work? Did he want me to just be a homemaker? It's not like I wasn't already doing that for a long time by that point. So many thoughts bounced around my head.
“Blake’s starting kindergarten soon, he needs someone to be here when he gets home,” he explained. “Please, Chris.”
“Okay,” I replied. “I'd like that a lot.”
Gunnar tightened his hold around me, pressing himself harder against my body. I was absolute pudding in his arms. The levels of completion and warmth I felt was wonderful. A big smile grew across my face in the dark. Gunnar nuzzled his bearded face against my neck, kissing it with his warm, thick lips. He moved his caressing hand to my chin, angling my head upward so I was looking toward the ceiling. He leaned up a bit and rested his lips against mine, forcefully kissing me. I reciprocated of course, whimpering as he did so. I was absolutely, completely in love with him and wanted nothing more than to belong to him. Gunnar had stolen my heart.
“Gunnar,” I started as he slowly halted our kiss. “I need to tell you something.”
I felt like I had to say it. It didn't feel like an option. I was compelled. Gunnar remained silent. My mother taught me that any healthy relationship depended on a foundation of trust, as without a proper foundation, the structure is unsound and will crumble. This wasn't an option. It's who I was, and she always told me to be true to myself, as cliche as that sounds.
“I think…” I began, hesitating from fear of rejection and ruining what we had. “Gunnar, I really like you. Like, a lot. You've been so good to me the last couple years.”
A frog was developing in my sore throat. I was terrified of how this was about to play out.
“Hey,” he said. “There's a reason I asked you to stay in bed with me. I didn't kiss you for no reason.”
Those words were like a brick wall coming off my chest. Was he really ready to hear what I needed to say to him? Did Gunnar love me back? It's possible he loved me the way a father loves his son, but was there more to it?
“I’ve had a crush on you for a long time,” I admitted with all the strength I had.
“I know,” he said. “It was pretty obvious. Why else would I fuck your brains out from both ends then have you sleep with me. I care about you. I love you, Chris.”
“I…” I began. His admission was shocking. I couldn't believe it. It was too good to be true. He was my whole world. “I love you, too.”
He kissed me gently, forcing his tongue into my mouth to dance with my own. After a few moments, we ended the kiss and got ourselves comfortable again. The last thing I remembered from that night was his arm wrapping around my chest. I think I passed out almost instantly with a big smile on my face, hoping with everything I could that I wouldn't wake up to find that it was all a dream.
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