Chapter 1: Close Encounters of the Dominant Kind
“That was delicious, honey,” Jenny said to me as we were putting away the dinner dishes. It had been my night to cook, and I always loved hearing that I had pleased her.
“Who could that be?” she asked in response to the knock on the door. Before I could get to the door, the knock sounded again, a little bit more forcefully this time. I thought it odd that someone would be knocking since we had a doorbell.
When I opened the door, I stood awestruck by the sight of the sinfully sexy hunk looming over me. Around 6’3”, he looked down on me with perhaps the darkest eyes and the brightest smile I had ever seen. Three or four days’ worth of scruff framed his handsome face. He wore cut-off sweat pants that were so tight that the outline of his very large penis was clearly evident. His broad chest practically screamed to escape the confines of the tank top he was wearing. He must have come directly from a workout because his wet hair hung seductively over his forehead, and the sweat on his torso made the thin fabric of his muscle shirt almost transparent. The dark hairs covering his chest were clearly visible, as were his half-dollar-size areolas, and his sharp nipples almost poked through the fabric. Sweat glistened off the conspicuous muscles in his exposed shoulders and arms.
I’m no pipsqueak. I work out, and at 5’10” I have some muscles and a well-toned body that would be the envy of many high school boys, but I was nothing compared to the Mr. Olympus standing before me. I could not conceal my sense of intimidation, and the hulk took notice, though I am sure it was a reaction he got often from other men.
“Can I help you?” I asked when I finally regained the capacity to speak.
“No thanks. I can help myself,” he announced as his strong arm brushed me aside, and he walked directly across the room to the kitchen where Jenny stood agape. Even though I was taken aback by the chutzpah of the intruder, I was nearly overcome by the aroma of his masculine musk—strong and intoxicating.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I demanded. Completely ignoring me, he wrapped Jenny in his muscled arms and kissed her forcefully. She objected, even beating her fists against his solid chest. He snickered as he removed his lips from her mouth but did not release her. When I tried to pull him off my girlfriend, he looked down on me with his disarming smile and explained, “It’s OK. Marsha sent me,” as if that explained anything. Dismissing me, he resumed kissing Jenny, driving his tongue deep between her quivering lips.
I knew that Jenny had a friend named Marsha, but I had no idea what the hell the sweaty hunk was talking about.
Before I could attempt again to pull him off my girlfriend, I heard the front door open once again as two more burly men entered the house uninvited. One was a good two to three inches taller than the first one. His tight jeans looked like they would burst at the seams. His mammoth chest was bare except for a black leather harness. The other one was probably a couple of inches shorter than the first, but he was also very well built. He wore a light brown T-shirt with a sketch of an angry bull being poked by a man with something like a wand. The lettering on the shirt read, “Cattle Prod,” which I knew to be the name of the local leather bar for gays. How did I know this? Well, I’ve never really told anyone this before, but before I met Jenny, I drove out there a couple of times to check it out, but I could never work up the courage to go inside. I just sat there in my car in the parking lot for hours watching all those hot men go in and out—men much like the three who had taken possession of my house…and my girlfriend.
“What the fuck?” I demanded. “Who the hell are you?”
The first guy broke his kiss with Jenny long enough to report, “It’s OK. They’re with me.” As if that excused everything. He returned to making out with my girlfriend, but now I noticed that she was actually reciprocating. She held him close to her and moaned as she rubbed her body against his. I was sure she could feel his cock pressing against her ribs as he continued to tongue fuck her.
“Get out! Get out!” I shouted, “or I’m calling the cops.”
“Oh, got a thing for men in uniforms?” asked the ringleader of the gang, “or is it just cops? That’s OK,” he added. “I think they’re hot too, but when they get here, they’ll have to take a number if they wanna play.”
“Name’s Dirk,” he spoke to Jenny in his mellow baritone, completely ignoring me. “The guy in the T-shirt,” he said, “is Deshawn, and we call the beast,” he added with a smile,”Brutus.”
With the introductions out of the way, Dirk swept Jenny off her feet and into his muscular arms and asked in his very sexy voice, “Where’s the bedroom?”
“Upstairs,” replied Jenny without hesitation, not even pausing to gauge my reaction or gain my assent. I was appalled, but the expression on her face as she melted into his seductive eyes was not fear, anger, or disgust. It was sweet surrender. She was loving the mysterious stranger’s attention. He knew she would acquiesce; they always do, he reminisced.
Before heading up the stairs, Dirk explained to me, “Jenny here apparently confided to my girlfriend Marsha that you’re not very good in the bedroom, so we’re here to teach you how to make love to your girlfriend…or whomever you’re gonna fuck. And with that shocking statement, he carried Jenny upstairs as Deshawn and Brutus grabbed my arms and dragged me behind them. The scene looked like the cover of one of those cheesy romance novels.
In the bedroom, Dirk eyed a chair in the corner and instructed Deshawn to bring it next to the bed. “I want you to have a good view,” he said to me, “so you can learn how it’s done.”
As Dirk continued to seduce my woman, he gently removed her clothes until she was completely naked. Jenny was a beautiful woman, long blonde hair that draped over her shoulders. Blue eyes that shimmered like sapphires in the sky. Supple breasts that were just the right size for her incomparable figure. And a vagina that any man would die for the chance to sink his tongue or his cock into. “Beautiful,” Dirk proclaimed, caressing her breasts as he surveyed her body from head to toe. She seemed to relish the attention and did not appear at all self-conscious about being fondled naked in front of three total strangers.
I wanted to charge right at him and beat the crap out of him for abusing my girlfriend, but his two guard dogs held me back, and, much to my dismay, Jenny looked like she had no objections at all to what was happening.
“She’s really gorgeous, isn’t she?” he addressed me. “You’re a lucky man, Doug. That’s your name, isn’t it?”
“How do you know my name?” I demanded.
“Oh, Marsha told me. She told me lots of things about you, Doug,” patting my cheek condescendingly as he smirked like a man who knew all my personal secrets.
“You know, Doug, you’re actually quite pretty yourself. I bet you could have gotten all the girls…or boys…in high school…if you weren’t such a wuss. Were you still a virgin before Jenny took pity on you and shared her pussy with you?”
Then, he shocked me again when he kissed me with the same fervor he had kissed Jenny. I tried to resist, but Deshawn and Brutus restrained me.
“You’re feisty,” said Dirk. “I like that. This is going to be fun…like taming a wild stallion.”
I looked over at Jenny expecting to see a look of horror on her face, but what I saw was delight. She was enjoying watching this brute overpower me. And even though a part of me was outraged by the rough treatment, another part of me thrilled at being dominated by such a powerful man. That kiss was probably the hottest I’d ever had.
With no warning, he began undressing me, not in the slow, seductive manner he had used with Jenny, but forcibly. He ripped my shirt apart and pinched my nipples really hard. He planted slobbery kisses all over my chest before sucking on my nipples. He ran his strong hands all over my upper body and then slid them down to my crotch. And the more aggressively he behaved, the more I liked it.
“Oh, you like this, don’t you, Doug?” he asked, having discovered the boner in my jeans. “What have we here?” He unfastened my jeans and yanked them down along with my underwear. My aroused dick popped out and slapped against my belly. My dick is not huge, but it’s not puny either. Just over 5”, about average.
“Not bad,” exclaimed Dirk as he slapped my stiff dick a few times as if he were testing a product to determine whether or not to buy it. “It’s nothing like mine, but it’s workable,” he decreed. And as if to prove the point, he began rubbing his own bulge against my stiff penis as he resumed the exploration of my mouth with his tongue, and I felt myself getting even harder.
As he turned his attention back to Jenny, he signaled to his accomplices, who stripped me bare before shoving me down into the chair beside the bed.
“Take notes,” he smirked to me.
He kissed Jenny all over her body, played with her nipples, and rubbed his hands over her pussy, and she purred like a kitten. “Jenny,” I cried out, but she just glared at me like I was merely a nuisance interrupting her spa treatment.
He took Jenny’s hand and rubbed it over his crotch. “Oooh,” She gushed.
“Yeah,” he acknowledged as he took her thumbs and inserted them beneath the band of his underwear and pushed them down, exposing his impressive dick. It had to be at least 7.5 or 8 inches. Speaking just above a whisper but loud enough that I could hear as well, he said, “If you think it’s impressive now, wait until you feel it inside you.” Jenny visibly shivered in anticipation.
Completely naked, he was definitely a sight to behold, a veritable god among men.
Dirk kissed and licked his way down Jenny’s body until he reached her pussy. Jenny writhed in ecstasy as his tongue probed deeper and deeper. I tried to restrain my dick, but it remained as stiff as a board. “You like my tongue, don’t you, babe?” What right did he have to call her ‘babe’? That was my pet name for her.
Lying just inches from me, he reached over, grabbed me by the hair on my head, and jerked me toward him, licking my girlfriend’s juices all over my face before sticking his tongue in my mouth. I squirmed, but his goons held me down. Of course, I refused to show it, but I actually enjoyed the power play. I don’t know which I enjoyed more, though, the taste of my girlfriend’s juices on his tongue, the feel of the man’s tongue excavating my mouth, or the audacity of having the stud make me his bitch in front of my girl.
That feeling was amplified when I watched him stick his cock into Jenny’s pussy. Jenny screamed with delight. “Hear that?” he asked me. “That’s your girlfriend begging for my big cock. I’m gonna give her the best damn fucking she’s ever had in her life,” he boasted with a shit-eating grin that said, “And she’s gonna love every minute of it.” I didn’t know it at the time, but he might just as easily have added, “And before the night is over, I’m going to have you screaming in ecstasy too.” I was mesmerized.
I had to admire the bull’s stamina. He fucked her for almost an hour, varying the tempo and force of his thrusts from time to time. He fucked her in every which position but mostly missionary style so he could watch her expressions, but he also looked over at me often and flashed the cocky, self-satisfied grin of a conquering warrior.
“You like this, don’t you, Doug? You like seeing how a real man fucks a woman.” When I didn’t respond, he again reached over and pulled my head forward, leaving me staring directly at his cock working in and out of my girlfriend’s pussy. I had seen lots of close-up shots in porn flicks, but there was nothing like seeing Dirk work his big dick in and out of my girl’s pussy just inches from my face.
With a smug laugh, he shoved me back into the chair. I reached down to stroke my own cock, but Brutus slapped my hand away. “Save it,” he barked.
The whole time, Deshawn and Brutus had been pumping their own cocks. I wasn’t sure what their purpose was, so I was shocked when they turned and shot their wads all over my face. As Brutus bent over and started licking the cum off my face, Deshawn ran into the bathroom and returned with the glass that Jenny and I used to hold our toothbrushes. Deshawn joined Brutus in slurping the cum off my face and the few spots where it had dripped down onto my chest, and when they had gotten every drop of it, they spit it into the glass. I always felt a bit insulted when girls spit out my cum instead of swallowing it, but I soon found out that they had a plan.
Jenny came twice before Dirk finally unloaded his man juices into her and collapsed on top of her. Dirk and Jenny both gazed at me with self-satisfied, condescending smirks.
When Dirk finally caught his breath, he withdrew from Jenny, who resisted releasing him, stood up in front of me, yanked my head back again by pulling on my hair, stuck his face directly in front of mine so I could still feel his panting on my face, and sneered, “You like eating your girlfriend’s pussy, Doug? You like tasting her pussy juices? Well, here you go, cuck.” And with that he pried my jaw open and stuck his sticky cock into my mouth. “That’s your girlfriend’s juices,” he said, “mixed, of course, with my own.” And he was right. I could taste his salty sweet cum along with Jenny’s pussy sauce. Naturally, I acted like I hated being forced like that, but the fact is that I loved it. I loved the mix of tastes, I loved the feel of Dirk’s thick cock probing my mouth, and I loved the way he imposed his command over me.
“You like eating her pussy? Huh, Doug? Of course you do.” And with that, he pulled me up from the chair, bent me over the bed, and forced my face into Jenny’s pussy. “Eat it, boy. Eat your girl’s pussy.” Jenny seemed as shocked as I was, but she also enjoyed it. I don’t know if what excited her most was the stimulation of my tongue, the sight of me licking Dirk’s cum out of her twat, or the thrill of seeing Dirk control me.
“I hope you were taking notes,” Dirk said to me, “because it’s now your turn.” With the help of one of his guys, he lifted me up and laid me on top of Jenny. He then took hold of my dick and guided it into Jenny’s pussy. “Feel good?” he asked me. “How about you, Jenny? You like the feel of your boyfriend’s cock in your pussy? I know, I know, it’s nothing like mine, but it’s still a cock, and you like cock, don’t you, Jenny? Go ahead, Doug. Fuck her. And try to fuck her the way I just showed you.”
Having to hold back for over an hour, I was ready to burst, but whenever I started to cum, Dirk pulled me away. “Not yet, dude. It’s too early. You can’t cum until you’ve fucked her good. You haven’t even given her an orgasm yet, and that’s just not acceptable. You keep fucking until she climaxes and then you can unload in her.”
Dirk then got in position behind me. Oh, my god! What is he going to do to me now?
At first, Dirk just sat there, but I soon felt his muscular arms pulling me back. As I continued to fuck Jenny, Dirk wrapped his arms around me, and I felt strangely secure, safe, like Dirk was not there to hurt me, but to teach me and protect me. With my back firmly set against his solid, massive chest, he began to nibble on my ear and to whisper soft encouragements to me. I didn’t think it was possible for him to get any sexier, but at that moment he did.
He gently rubbed my nipples as he whispered sweet vulgarities into my ear. Then he began to rub harder until he was pinching my nipples. It hurt, but it was also incredibly stimulating. “Don’t come,” he ordered. “Don’t come yet. I’m gonna fuck you now,” he whispered to me. “I’m gonna breed you. I’m gonna drown your prostate in my baby batter, and for the rest of your life, you’re gonna feel my little boys swimming all over your guts.”
I could feel his bare dick rubbing against my butt. He released his grip on me and gently pushed me down so that I was literally cheek to cheek with Jenny. I felt a finger rubbing down the crack of my butt. Deshawn approached us with the glass of cum that he and Brutus had spurted. As Dirk pried my ass cheeks apart, Deshawn poured the white cream down the crack, and Dirk used his enlarging tool to scrape the juices into my butt hole. “Nature’s lube,” he proclaimed. Leaning over close to me again, he said softly, “I’m gonna fuck you now so you can understand what Jenny feels when you fuck her.” I was terrified, but I was also thrilled with anticipation.
“This is gonna hurt a little at first, but then it’s gonna feel really nice. You’re gonna love it.”
He rubbed the tip of his cock over my hole before sticking it in. It actually hurt a lot more than he said it would, but once he had inched the whole thing into me, he paused to give me time to adjust. Then he began to pump slowly, and it actually did start to feel nice. More than nice. It was heavenly.
Now he had me in the middle of a sandwich, fucking me as I continued to fuck Jenny.
At first, Dirk moved slowly, but then he picked up the pace, faster and harder. I began to scream, not in pain, but in delight. “Feels great, doesn’t it? That’s your love button I’m hitting now, your prostate. Bet you didn’t know you had that in you, did you? You’re one of the lucky ones, bud. Most men never get to enjoy the pleasures of their prostate. Want more?” he asked. All I could do was grunt, but he understood that I was saying yes.
“Here goes, buddy. I’m gonna pound your ass and force your dick deep into your girl’s guts. It’s gonna be like I’m fucking her right through you.”
I couldn’t imagine such a thing, but when he started to pound, I understood. God, it was powerful. “Feel that electricity shooting directly from your asshole through your dick and right into your girlfriend’s cunt?” I didn’t have to answer; Jenny answered for me. She screamed like I had never heard her before, and I could tell that she was in bliss. The fact that I felt so incredible myself was compounded by the extra pleasure I knew I was giving her.
Jenny squirmed and shook like she was going to catapult Dirk and me off of her, but Dirk wouldn’t let me move. “She’s coming, Doug. You’re making that happen. That’s your dick doing that. Congratulations, stud. You’ve earned the right to shoot your own load now, but I’m gonna give you both a little extra boost.” And with that, he began to fuck like a machine gun: rapid-fire, deep thrusts that sent me into orbit. I didn’t know it was possible for an orgasm to feel that intense. And then, Dirk came too. I could actually feel his sperm blasting my prostate.
The three of us lay there for a good fifteen minutes before we could muster the strength to move. “Rest up,” said Dirk. “You’re gonna need your strength for the next round.”
“Next round?” I gasped.
“Well sure,” replied Dirk. “Deshawn and Brutus have been standing here patiently waiting for their turns. You can’t let them go away without showing your appreciation.”
As Brutus fucked Jenny, much to her added delight, Deshawn fed her his cock and played with her nipples. Though Deshawn was the smallest of the three bulls, he had the biggest dick, thick as well as long. I delighted in watching Jenny try to swallow his big black cock.
As Dirk and I sat off to the side enjoying the show, we chatted—not just about sex, but also about guy stuff. We were surprised to find that we had similar tastes in music, movies, and sports, and we agreed that Trump is an incompetent imbecile trying too hard to compensate for his tiny prick.
Once Brutus had given Jenny two more orgasms, we gave Jenny a rest as Dirk led me back to the bed. We lay together like two lovers, kissing and fondling each other passionately. Dirk rolled over on top of me and rubbed our dicks together. “Do you like my dick?” He asked.
“Yeah, I replied.” I really wanted to shout, “Oh fuck yes!” but I didn’t want to sound overly enthusiastic.
“Good,” he replied. “It’s Deshawn’s turn to fuck you, but I think we should do something we can share. How does that sound, Doug?”
Of course, I had no idea what he had in mind, but at that point, I couldn’t resist him, so I just smiled warily and nodded.
Dirk and Deshawn took turns fucking me…one in my ass and the other in my mouth. Then, they really shocked me. With me riding Deshawn cowboy style, Dirk came up behind me and worked his dick into my ass alongside of Deshawn’s. Yes, they were double-fucking me. It was a lot more than I thought I could take, but take it I did, and I felt exhilarated when they unloaded in me together.
That wasn’t the end of our sharing, though. After the two hot studs withdrew from my ass, Deshawn slurped up the cum oozing from my ass and fed it to me. We swapped cum with each other before eventually feeding it to Dirk in a three-way kiss.
I looked over at Jenny, and she just beamed. I know she enjoyed the show, but she also saw how much it meant to me that she appreciated what I had accomplished as a man. Instead of feeling emasculated, I felt pumped up.
After the five of us got dressed and headed to the front door to say our goodbyes, Jenny and I thanked each of the studs for a wonderful evening and a once-in-a-lifetime experience. As Dirk was leaving, I pulled him aside and confided, “I really appreciate what you did here tonight, and I hope we can do it again.” Dirk put his hand on my shoulder, smiled that luminous smile of his, and winked at me before turning away.
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