New to town, I learned through a coworker about this cocktail bar for gay men. The space was designed for conversation with sofas and chairs arranged in groups of four, six, or eight around the room. I was seated on a sofa talking with a couple of guys I had met earlier. One was seated beside me on the sofa. The other was seated in an armchair to my right. I was about to excuse myself for the evening when a fit blonde man in cowboy boots caught my eye. He was ordering at the bar. His short blonde locks softly curled and gave him a sexy, messy look. His face was scruffy with some stubble on his squared jaw and cleft chin. His build, his tan, and the way he carried himself suggested an active, physical job outdoors. His clothes were comfortable, casual. His shirt was a black chambray that buttoned up the front and fit snugly over his chest and arms. He wore Wrangler jeans that fit snugly in all the right places with a brown leather belt. It matched his brown cowboy boots. They were clean and recently polished. They were clearly his “good” boots that he never wore into the fields or muddy places. His attire did not exactly pair with the space, but since the local economy was driven by beef production, transportation, and affordable retail, his attire also did not NOT fit in. As the bartender handed him a pint of beer, he began to scan the room. He lifted his beer to his lips for a sip. As my gaze ascended his body, I felt my lust burning hotter and hotter. When my eyes reached his ice blue eyes, I saw that his gaze was locked on me. He had watched me lustily admiring his body.
He smiled brightly and gave me a wink. My eyes widened in shock and some embarrassment. Reflexively, I looked away quickly. Realizing how silly that must have looked, I closed my eyes for a moment, took a breath, opened them, and looked toward him again. I smiled back and felt myself blush a little. He crossed the room and said hello to me and my two new friends. They didn’t know him, but they read the energy and excused themselves. He and I sat beside each other on the sofa and talked for a couple of hours. His name was Dominic. He said I should call him Dom. The time was easily 1:00 am when I finally said that I needed to go. He nodded and said he did too.
He walked me to my car and asked if he could follow me back to my place. I thanked him for his interest and said that I did not invite people I had just met to follow me home. I gave him my number and asked him to text or call. I wanted to see him again. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and thanked him for a great conversation. I drove home, showered, and went to bed.
We texted for the next few days. Work kept us from getting together for a couple of weeks. By the time we did, the electricity was searing. We planned to meet at a coffee shop close to my place, but the day of, I was horned up and wanted him. I asked if he would like to come over. He did, so I gave him my address.
He had barely arrived before we were making out in the floor of my living room. We peeled clothes off of each other. He asked if I had condoms and lube, so I nodded. He told me to get them. I hurried into the bedroom and pulled some from my nightstand. I also grabbed a couple of hand towels. Back in the living room, he had finished stripping down to his briefs. Seeing him, I finished undressing before I joined him again on the rug.
He pinned me under him and kissed me passionately. We made out a little longer, and then, he slid down my body and removed my briefs. He opened the lube and squeezed some onto his hand. His fingers slipped inside me, and he held them there. He squeezed more lube onto them, like a chute directing the slippery substance directly into my tight rim. Satisfied that he had lubricated me enough, he pulled his hand from me abruptly. He wiped his fingers on one of the towels.
He grasped my ankles firmly and put my feet on his muscular shoulders. He leaned toward me, which lifted my hips from the floor. He balanced himself with one hand, so I helped steady him with my legs. His chest was massive and muscular. His stomach was flat and toned. The arm bracing him was a sculpture of taut muscle and veins. I could not believe a man this hot was about to fuck me. With his free hand, he guided his cock toward my lubed hole.
I handed him a condom. He looked at me oddly for an instant and then released his cock from his grip and took the condom with that hand. He raised the package to his teeth and tore the wrapper open. He fumbled with it a moment and then handed it back to me.
“I can’t get it out with one free hand. You do it.”
I eagerly took the torn wrapper. The lube within it had begun to seep out, so it was slippery. I had to use both of my hands. As I focused on removing the condom, I felt his cock drive into my ass.
I bellowed, “What the fuck? No! Wait for the condom!” It was out of the wrapper and in my hand, so I thrust it toward him. He grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the floor.
“Too late. I’m already inside you.”
I moved my feet from his shoulders to his hips and tried to push him back. He grabbed my ankles and returned my feet to his shoulders. As he placed them, he pushed his hips forward, driving his cock balls deep.
“I don’t wear condoms—even when I fuck my wife.”
“Wife?!” I asked in shock, wondering if this was how he thought of me.
“Yes, wife. If I don’t wear one to fuck her, why would you think that I would wear one to fuck you?”
“You’re married?!”
“Yes.” He began thrusting. The sensation almost made me cum immediately. I could feel the heat of his cock. The sensation of his warm, hard cock sliding effortlessly in and out of my hole felt amazing. He must have read my expression. “That’s right. It feels so much better without a condom, right?”
“Right, but…” I tried to resist. “I always use a condom.”
“Always?” He grinned.
“Except boyfriend,” I started before he drove himself into me to the hilt and then flexed for the recoil. After I caught my breath, I continued. “My boyfriend, right before I moved here, we stopped using condoms. He is the only man to fuck me without one.”
“Until now,” he cooed.
“Oh fuck, if I play, I’m supposed to use condoms.”
“I understand,” Dom said as he pushed up and began to pull his cock out.
I felt some relief that this was over. Then, I felt his cock plunge back through the hole. I grunted at the roughness of it. “What the hell? I thought you understood.”
“I do,” he replied. Then, he repeated the move. He pushed up, pulled almost all the way out, and then drove his cock back into my hole. “Your boyfriend used to fuck you with condoms. He can go back to them.”
Dom was long dicking the hole now. He pulled back, lined up his cock, and plunged it back into me over and over and over. “Your hole is learning how to take my cock now. If the boyfriend wants to fuck it ever again, he’ll need to wrap up first. Otherwise, he can’t use this hole anymore.”
“No! No! No!” I begged. I could feel him taking my hole and making it his, stealing it from my boyfriend. His thrusts did feel more amazing than any I had felt before. He fucked better than my boyfriend. I had to admit that. Each thrust sent a charge through my body, and I already felt my resistance waning. The desire I felt for him earlier was stirring again.
He was watching my eyes and saw the shift. “Yeah, that’s a good faggot. Just relax and enjoy my dick.”
I whimpered as I realized that he was not going to stop and that, even though I wished he was wearing a condom, I wanted him to keep fucking me like this.
He smirked, “Let go of the condom.”
I released it and flicked it away.
“Good boy!”
“Oh fuck… it feels so… fuck. Do you really have a wife?”
He flexed his cock as he thrust into me. “Yes, I fucked her this morning.”
An image of him fucking her flashed through my mind. I imagine a woman writhing under him as I was now. He seemed to sense it.
“You’re imaging me fucking her now, aren’t you?”
A tear gathered in my eye as I nodded.
“Good boy. Faggots love getting fucked by dicks that like pussy.”
“No!” I cried again, not because I wanted him to stop thrusting but because I didn’t want to admit to what he was saying. “Please stop, sir!”
He grinned. “No. You want it too much now.”
I shook my head.
He laughed at me. “You’re just like the others. You like getting fucked by a real man too much to stop.”
I tried to free my wrists from his grip, but he was too strong. His eyes lit up when I tried.
“Yeah, faggot! Try to fight. That’s hot.” He pressed his body down toward me, pushing the tops of my feet against my own shoulders. “This body is STRONG. Try to fight. Let me show you how powerful I am.”
In this position with my feet trapped between his shoulders and mine, my legs were useless. His elbows were beside my shoulders. They stopped me from slipping my feet outward. I was pinned. Try as I might, I could not push him off of me. Unrelenting during my struggle, his thrusts were irresistible ecstasy. “FUCK!!” I spat furiously.
“I know, fag. You wish you didn’t enjoy this, but you do.”
I shook my head vigorously.
“Yes, you do.” He kept fucking me. “You like my dick fucking you more than you like your boyfriend’s, don’t you?”
A wave of shame washed over me. He did not slow down. He just kept drilling my hole. I closed my eyes and shook my head.
“Speak, faggot. Who fucks this hole better? Me? Or your boyfriend?”
I shook my head again and heard him repeat the command to speak. I heard my voice obey, “You, sir. This fuck is the best anyone has ever fucked me.”
I heard him sneer, “Faggots can’t help but love getting fucked by a real man.”
“Damn it… shouldn’t feel so fucking good… don’t want…”
He interrupted me. “But it does, fag, and you do. You like to feel my cock sliding in and out of your hole. I’m showing you with every thrust that this,” he plunged his cock back into my hole, “serving a real man’s cock is your purpose.”
He was thrusting faster now, and my arms and legs were exhausted from trying futilely to resist. “At least, pull out to cum. Don’t cum inside me, please.”
“Why would I pull out to cum? I want to fill you with my load. That’s the point of fucking you.”
“Please…sir”
“That’s better. Beg for my load.”
“Not what I meant. Please pull out, sir!”
He drilled harder and faster. “After my cock pumps you full of my cum, I’ll pull out.”
“Oh god!” I whimpered in a final plea.
“Almost, fag. So close. After I cum inside you, I will be your god.”
“No…”
“Yes…”
“No…”
“Yes, fag. I’m about to cum. Get ready to worship me.” He drove balls deep and pushed my wrists hard against the floor. He pressed up showing me his full chest and pulled his head back. His body shook, and I felt the first two volleys of cum pump into my body. I felt his cock continue to pulse and knew with each pulse he dumped more of his load inside me.
That idea and the sensation of him cumming inside me took me over the edge. My own cock erupted. My load splashed my stomach and chest.
“Yeah, boy. Cum for me. Sacrifice that load to your new god.” With his arms extended to press his shoulders high above me, he held his cock deep inside me and watched as my orgasm subsided. Then, he thrusted a couple of times and paused. My own cock pumped twice more. Then, he gave my hole another two deep hard thrusts for good measure before pulling out.
He climbed off of me and used the hand towel to wipe himself clean. As he dressed, I stayed in the floor in disbelief.
“Damn, boy. That was hot.”
“What just happened, sir?”
Dressed and ready to leave, he stood and smiled down at me. “A real man showed you your real purpose. I knocked you up.”
“You what? I… don’t understand, sir.”
“You will. My seed is inside you now. When it takes root, you will ache for me to fuck you again.”
He let himself out, and I laid there for a while. I went to the shower and rinsed off. I vowed that I would never let him fuck me again.
Two days later, a Monday night, I heard a knock on my door after I had gone to bed. I went to see who it was. Halfway down the hall, I received a text. Out of habit, I opened my phone to read it. I froze.
It was from him. “You awake?”
Knowing he could see that I had read it, I replied quickly, “Yes, why?” I knew why.
I heard another knock at the door, and it was louder. Then, he texted again. “You know why. You might wish you could refuse to open the door, but you can’t. My seed has taken root.”
Absentmindedly, I took a few more steps forward. I was at the edge of the living room and could see his silhouette against the curtain. My body was already reacting. My pulse was accelerating, my head was light, and my hole was aching. I texted him, “I need to sleep. Big day at work tomorrow. I’m going to stay in bed.”
He knocked again. Then, he texted, “I can see the light of your phone screen through the curtain. You’re already in the living room. You’re going to open the door now, so I can fuck you.”
“Damn!” I whispered. I sighed. I walked across the floor and unlocked the door. I opened it and saw him standing there. He had an arm propped on either side of the frame. The light accentuated his arms, shoulders, and chest. His eyes danced in the light, and that slightly curly blond hair looked ready for a mess. Lust surged through every cell.
“Oh god…” I whispered.
He smirked, and it sent another surge of lust through me, so I tried to fight it. Before he could speak, I did. “I opened the door, sir, to tell you to go home. I’m going back to bed.”
“Great idea!” He rushed forward and closed the door behind himself. He kissed me aggressively, passionately, and walked me backward to my bedroom. He bent me over my bed and fucked me while I whimpered and begged him to stop.
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