I had cum dripping out of my ass.
Fucking cum. Dripping out of my fucking – fucked – ass. That was currently gaped open and trying to close.
I was sitting on the one chair in my small apartment, and I was dripping cum on it from my leaking hole. At least the chair was fake leather.
I'd been behind on my rent yet again. The property manager had knocked, it was the fifth of the month. The landlord didn't care that I'd lost my main job. I was trying, I'd picked up an extra shift at the local greasy spoon, but I had to choose which bills to pay. I explained that I had paid the electricity and internet bill and had just enough left over for groceries.
My stomach gurgled at just the right moment to underscore that point.
The property manager looked me up and down. I think he believed me. I was thin and lanky, smooth and pale. Though taller than him at just under 6 ft, I was sure I weighed less than his own fat ass. That was because I couldn't afford a car – I biked to work – and could barely afford food.
There was a long pause. I saw his crotch start to bulge.
I had watched a lot of porn in my time since puberty hit, and I knew the scenario. I never thought it would happen to me, though. I quickly weighed my options: Get evicted now, or let this guy fuck me with what looked like a BBC. Emphasis on the first B. We were all whores, whether we performed sex for money or served up a fatty burger for tips. A whore's gotta do what a whore's gotta do, I guess.
I wracked my brain for how this usually went in the pornos. "So ... I can't pay, but maybe you could fuck me instead?" Shit! That is not what I meant to say and I'm pretty sure that's not how the pornos went.
He looked pretty damn surprised, too. Just as I thought I was going to die from an embarrassed heart attack, he smirked, palmed his massive cock, and walked in the door like he owned the place. He didn't, but I suppose right now he did so far as I was concerned.
"Always liked skinny white boys. Your twink holes wrapped tight around my big stick, pussy lips dragging out as they struggle around me," he related as he unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped them, and pulled them down without any fanfare. His silver pubes matched his silver goatee, while the top of his head was shaved smooth. "Yeah, Luke, you'll do."
There was a long pause.
"You just gonna stare at it? Boy, get down there and make me hard!"
I gulped. "It gets bigger?" I asked, a lilt of fear in my voice. That dick was already at least 9" long and easily 2" around if not more.
He looked at me expectantly and made a show of putting down the eviction papers on my small couch. He looked at them, then he looked at me.
I gulped and got down on my knees in front of him. I had to sit back a bit to reach his dick given how much shorter he was than I, and I closed my eyes so I didn't see his heavy belly filling my view.
I opened my mouth and tentatively stuck out my tongue. At that, he took the opportunity to shove as much as he could through to the back of my throat. I gagged, feeling like I was about to vomit, but without me realizing it he had put both hands behind my head and was holding me there. I struggled to breathe with his dick filling my mouth and throat, my nose buried in his flesh. My eyes started to tear, and that's when he released me.
I fell back, gasping for breath, staring at his massive dick while it stared back at me with its one eye, dripping with my throat juices. I was able to get four deep breaths of air into my starving lungs when he grabbed me by the back of my head and pushed me down on his dick again.
"No teeth!" was the only thing he said. His fingers wrapped tightly through my shoulder-length hair. I tried my hardest to breathe through my nose while milking his cockhead with my throat and rubbing the underside with my tongue. He moaned slightly, so I think I succeeded in making him feel good. His dick was already so big I couldn't tell if it had grown any larger.
He let me back off but kept the head in my mouth. My eyes watering, I worked it with my tongue, keeping my jaw as wide open as possible while my lips were sealed around his shaft.
"This is the only lube you're getting, whore. So make sure you get it as wet as you're gonna need."
I frantically slobbered on it as much as I could, trying to will my salivary glands into overdrive. He only gave me time to lick a bit more before pushing me back. He pointed to my recliner: "Get on that. Ass up and back, facing me. Spread your cheeks, this is probably gonna hurt."
I did as he said, stripping off my pants but leaving my jock strap and old t-shirt on. I was glad he wouldn't see me in my cock cage – I sometimes liked to lock myself in it for a few hours or days, just to build up tension. I put the keys in an ice cube tray so at the very least if I thought about getting out, it would take several minutes at a minimum for the ice to melt.
I crouched on the chair, reminding myself that if this pays my rent for another month, it was worth it. I also thanked whatever gods might have been listening that I kept a bottle of Blasters buried in the cushion for the occasional late-night bate session. I tried to be subtle about grabbing them, unscrewing the lid, and taking a few sniffs.
"I warned you to spread your cheeks!" he roared as he unceremoniously spent about one second probing to find my hole with his tip and then shoving his dick home.
I saw stars. It felt like my hole was being ripped apart, but fortunately I had some super-fast-acting Blasters. Within a few seconds, I felt a tingle wash over me like a wave, flowing across my body and then ebbing to center around my hole that the property manager was busy ravaging. I felt it blissfully relax and the pain died away, giving way to pleasure as he rubbed across my prostate with every in and out thrust while the tip of his dick massaged my second hole.
In and out, in and out. He was panting and I could feel his stomach slapping my ass, making contact before he would bottom out and his balls smacked mine through my jock. His balls were that pendulous. In another scenario, I would have found this fucking hot. But this was not how the usual pornos played out, and I sure hoped that this fuck was worth $850. Maybe $815 if I pitched in my food money for the next week.
I'm not sure why I was thinking those things instead of enjoying the largest dick – well, largest real dick – I'd ever taken, or the fact I was in one of those real life cheesy porn scenarios, but it was probably because I was bored. This was a quick fuck and a means to an end. I mean, sure, it hurt / felt good, sex was sex. But I needed some connection and this was just nothing. I wondered if my W-2 was in the mail.
I then heard the click of a phone camera. The fucker had just taken a picture of me!
I looked back, shocked at him, while he grinned and explained, "Insurance. And for my collection."
"Aren't you married? Don't you have a wife and kids?" He just grinned and slammed his dick in, harder than before.
He then started to draw it out, slowly. He paused mid-fuck and I realized I was sweating as I felt a bead of sweat drip down my forehead, tickling my nose, and down the corner of my mouth. I might be bored, I might be pissed off he took a picture, but I was breathing hard and getting a workout.
I then shuddered as I felt something on my hole. I looked back.
He'd taken his finger and rubbed it gently around my distended hole, the skin stretched tight as could be around his massive shaft, glaring red from the tension and friction. "Fucking damn I love that look on you pussy boys," he muttered. I shuddered again as he smacked my ass, my bubble giggling around his dick.
I shuddered yet again as he finished circling my hole and then gasped as he slammed his dick back in. In and out, in and out.
The tingling was fading and my hole was starting to hurt again when I felt him speed up and then grunt as he slammed it all the way in. Goddamn I felt his dick pulse in my hole. Something else I'd seen in compilation vids on XToobZ but didn't quite know if it was really real. It was, I could vouch for that now. I guess there's a first time for everything, and this was a new one for my 23 years: I could feel his dick pulsing as it delivered pump after pump of cum into my tight depths.
He pushed me down and I scrambled to sit up. I brushed a sweaty lock of now wetter, darker blond hair from my eyes.
He looked at me, hrumfed, and pulled his pants back up. I felt a drip come from my hole and he saw it. He grinned. "You'll be leaking that for awhile, might want to put on real man's underwear. I shoot a lot."
I sank into the chair, still trying to catch my breath from the rough fuck and trying in vain to close my asshole.
I looked a few feet away at the papers on the couch. "Aren't you going to take those with you?"
"Why?" he asked, before laughing and slamming the door behind him.
I was fucked.
Thanks for reading to the end of Chapter 1! Chapter 2 is already written, and I'm attempting my hand at more serialized, shorter content. This is also my first story in the "Cupid" area of the site. This chapter has zero romance in it, the next chapter starts that. I have this story mapped out several chapters in advance, and it will get steamier (literally and figuratively) and take a twist away from this reality in a few chapters. But, it doesn't fit under BDSM, and it is not a mind-control tale.
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