The Houseguest: Mikey's Tale

I would like to do a story that shows the same event from two different angles. As such, hopefully in the near future, you'll see a similar story, but from Alex's perspective. 

I would appreciate any feedback, positive or negative, in order to help me improve. I hope that you enjoy.

This is an original work of fiction, any resemblance to people, real or fictional, is purely coincidental.

I got home from basketball and have just been informed that my parents have accepted another overnight guest. I do not know why they need to bring all these waifs and strays into our posh home and him them a room for the night. Some of them are interesting, I will admit to that, but the vast majority are boring, have little to no manners and probably just use my parents’ hospitality to score a free room and food. I have no time for this.

 “Ok, I’m going to take a shower.” Mom responded, “Well thank goodness, you’re all hot and sweaty. Oh, and honey, make sure you leave some hot water for our guest.”

I really could not care less about the guest, but I knew that if he complained about a lack of hot water, I would be in hot water. I took the stairs in twos, enjoyed the power that my young body provided. My muscles were a little tired after the game, but I knew that the hot water would give them a relaxing massage. I went into my room and grabbed a fresh towel and some clothes, and then made my way over to the bathroom, where I took off my still slightly damp clothes and flung them into the washing basket. I made a mental note to deal with that once I had finished showering as it was getting full. In the meantime, I stood naked in front of the mirror, flexing my muscles, and enjoying the beauty of my young body. I am a stud. I am no muscle-mary, I have never had much desire to have my muscles popping out of everything. I just like to be toned. I worked out a lot, on top of cycling, and shooting hoops from time to time. My pride and joy though are my cock and balls. Damn, they are perfect, if I may say so myself. My balls hang quite low, sometimes causing me a bit of discomfort in trousers that are not cut low enough, and my cock sits regally over its dominions when flaccid. When erect, I am 8’5 with a healthy circumference. I know you probably think that I am just being a narcissist, but all the girls I have been with and some of the men at the gym that have been privileged to see my crown jewels have gushed over their beauty.

I jumped in the shower and luxuriated over the feeling of the hot water washing away the sweat that had accumulated on my body. I grabbed the shampoo which smelled of spearmint, one of my favourite scents, and lathered it into my hair, and then enjoyed the feel of the water pushing it out from between the strands of hair and down my body. Next, I grabbed the body wash, one of the manly body washes, that is supposed to make you smell like a man, whatever that means. I did like the smell though. Finally, having cleansed myself, and knowing the consequences of staying much longer in the shower, I reluctantly got out and dried myself off before putting on the clothes that I had selected, a fitted shirt that confirmed that I was lean and a pair of trousers that showed off my arse, whilst also being fashionably above the ankle. I combed my hair, brushed my teeth and then grabbed the laundry, as I did not want my sweaty gym clothes going ripe in the basket (well, any more than they already were). As I left the bathroom, I saw the guest, somewhat timidly peeking out the door of the room he was staying in.

“Hey, I’m Alex. I’m staying here for the night. Are you done in the bathroom?”

“ Hey, I’m Mikey. Yeah, I’m done.”

Something seemed a little strange about him, but I only had to endure one night with him. I threw my stuff in the washing machine, turned it on, and went to my room to listen to music until it was done. I put the washing in the dryer and headed downstairs to go out with my parents. I noticed that Alex was not there.

“Aren’t we missing someone?

“Oh, yeah, no…”

“Super helpful mom!”

“Well if you’d let me finish, I was going to say that he had plans to meet with some other people.”

“Well, that’s just abusive. Coming here, taking what he wants and just leaving us to clear up.”

Dad rolled his eyes whilst mom did this peculiar motion of swatting me and shoving me out the door at the same time. I have no idea how she does it. Dinner was just us three, so thankfully it was over quickly, and I could go and lay down on the couch near the air-conditioning. There had been a heatwave for the past week, and I was looking forward to cooling down before going to bed.

I must have passed out, because when I opened my eyes, Alex was openly staring at me, and especially at my bulge. I then realised what it was about him earlier, he was a faggot. This was an amazing realisation. I had not cum in a week. This fag was about to suck me dry. At least this way he could pay for his stay.

“Do you like what you see?”

“I was just..well…… umm….”

I did not answer, I just popped open my button, lowered the fly and then raised my butt so that I could lower my trousers so he could get a good look at my cock.

His eyes bugged out. I could see that he was not going to deny his desire, I just needed to encourage him.

“You can touch it if you want.”

He looked at me, as if aware that this was not a dream. I gently nodded and took his hand and guided him towards where my cock was laying.

“Better yet, if you want to give me a BJ, that would be even better.”

He looked like a kid in a candy shop. He gently caressed my member, as it started to get hard.

“He likes you,” I said with a smile, when what I really wanted to do was smash his face into my bush and have him gagging on my pole. I needed to be careful because my parents were upstairs. Eventually, he started licking the head. I let out a little moan of encouragement. He licked his lips, took a deep breath, and then tried to impale himself on my dick. What he lacked in technique, he definitely made up for in effort. I had heard that guys give the best head, well this one must have not got that memo. However, a warm mouth is a warm mouth. I was enjoying it when I suddenly heard my parent’s door open and one of them start coming down the hallway. He heard too and released my dick and sprinted into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Meanwhile I stuffed my now throbbing cock into my boxers and yanked my trousers back up. I then grabbed the light blanket from on top of the couch and used it to cover my trousers just in case the parent made it to the living room. I need not have worried as I heard my dad’s voice from the kitchen.

“Hey, so your meal was ok?”

“Yes, thank-you. There were several of us. It was great to catch up.”

“That’s great, can I get you anything?”

“I’m ok thanks, just needed a glass of water before I head to bed.”

“Ok, sleep well.”

“I’m sure I will. Thank-you again for having me.”

They then both went upstairs. I was still horny, but I was formulating a plan.

The next morning, my parents both went out, and I had been instructed to ensure that the guest got up. They never told me how I was to get him up. I walked into his room, and he was sleeping in just his boxers due to the heat. He looked up at me, a little groggy from not having fully woken up.

“Hey man, I’ve decided that I want to screw your arse. I’m going to need you to take off your boxers so that I can have access.”

He had been sleeping on his side, and flipped over to his back to take them off.

“No man, I’m not gay. I don’t want to see your dick. Lie on your stomach.”

He dutifully obeyed. He lay on his stomach and even pried open his arse with his fingers so that I could hone onto the bullseye. I dropped my underwear, my cock was already ridged. My cock knew that it was about to be balls deep in a warm and wet environment. I spat and allowed it to land in his crack and then I aimed my cockhead for his bullseye and I drove my cock into his hole. The faggot’s body tensed up, whilst I saw his jaws clench on the pillow in order not to make a sound. As such a mild, “Ooomph.” Was all that was heard. When I drove in, I could feel the resistance of a muscle that is not used to being invaded. The fuckchute gave me the impression that he was neither a virgin, nor a slut. But, what did I know about what the back alley was supposed to feel like? Up until last night, I had gone exclusively with women, but I had hit a dry phase, so needs must.

I then drew my cock out of the cunt and drove it back in. I could see that he was crying a little. However, he was not stopping me either. This power over another man was truly electrifying. I could not understand how gay people allow themselves to be treated like this. Not that I cared, I was going to turn this one into my bitch. The arse muscles were contracting and probably trying to expel my invading dick. Not that I cared, I was going to take this arse and claim it as my own. The anal cavity felt hot around my dick. The twitching sent a buzz down my cock.

“So faggot, you like it when a real man puts his raw cock up your arse.”

At raw, his arms started to flail. I just grabbed them and forced them higher than his head. This total submission of another man to my pleasure was really turning me on. It was an aphrodisiac unlike any I had had before. I was taking my cock almost all the way out and then driving it in as hard as I could without making too much of a sound. Whilst my parents were out, I did not want them catching me with my dick balls deep in a fag’s arse. I wanted to hear them if they came home.

Eventually, I could feel the fag’s body relax into the fucking that he was getting. Whilst he was still having his breathing controlled by me, where every time I drove into him, I could hear him being forced to exhale.

“Why….oomph”

“Aren’t…..oomph”

“You using….oomph”

“A condom?” he said between thrusts.

“You aren’t a woman, so you can’t get pregnant. Given that you needed to be encouraged last night, and given how tight your hole is, you aren’t a slut with an STI. Lastly, because I feel like ploughing your arse until I sow my seed. In short, because I feel like making you my faggot bitch today.”

I continued driving my cock up his arse. He seemed to want to participate through rocking his hips and attempting to squeeze his arse muscles against my throbbing cock. At some point he took my hand which was on top of his and he put one of my fingers in his mouth and sucked it like he sucked my dick. I had never experienced this before and my body reacted with the primal urge to shove my seed as far down the hole as possible. My body bucked again and again as it drove my seed into his cunt. I think I shot 5 or 6 loads down there, but who is counting.

I soon came off of my high and I pulled out of him.

“Wait!” he said.

He then swivelled round on his stomach and took my still throbbing cock into his mouth and proceeded to lick and suck it, as if he could get it 100% spotless, whilst looking at me with this grateful look in his eyes, like I had just given him two prizes today. I had never had one of my bitches do this for me, and this new level of submission was turning me on. I felt my cock start to stiffen, and I did something that I do not know if I will ever understand.

“Get onto your back. You’ve turned me on again, and I want to see your face whilst I’m fucking you.”

He looked up at me a little confused, but compliantly, he lay back.

I was not ecstatic seeing his penis, but he lay there, hooking his arms into his legs to make access possible and looked at me with a look of “take me master”. This time I decided to savour the silky smooth interior of my slut’s hole. The arse ring was obviously undecided whether it wanted to let me in, but with a little bit of force, it enveloped my head and immediately contracted around it, squeezing the shaft. It felt like it was trying to separate the head from the shaft, but my iron hard dick was hardly going to allow that to happen. It did, however, give me the satisfaction of having my dick have to push through one of the tightest canals that it has been in so far. The tight sleeve seemed to take a mind of its own, caressing, constricting, contracting and loosening up. It felt like 1’000 tiny mouths were trying to individually kiss my cock. I felt my earlier deposit, which further riled me up, as it reminded me that this bitch was all mine. I was conscious of his legs starting to wrap themselves around my butt, as if wanting to pull me in further. The resistance from both the arse muscles and the legs to the extraction of my dick was giving me a sense of sexual satisfaction that I have not felt before. Alex lifted his arms to bring me closer and I lay down on his chest as I continued to drive my cock back and forth into his willing body. He started kissing my biceps and even tried to lift himself to my nipples, but he was stuck between my cock, my body and the bed, allowing him little space for manoeuvre. This just showed me how in control I was over him. One of his hands came up to my neck, whilst the other went down my back, kneading my arse as it pistoned my dick backwards and forwards, in and out of my bitch’s body.

I saw something shift in his eye, and he looked at me with some expectation. He then raised his body towards me, and I, lost in the moment, came down and started kissing him. First, we started on the lips, and then there was some tongue action. I could not work out what the taste was in his mouth, but when I realised that it was my cock, the residue of my sperm and his arse, I pulled away. I had noticed though, that he had, if it could even be possible, made himself even more receptive to my control over his body. Not only had I felt involuntary twitches over his body, which given that we were skin to skin, meant that these transferred to my body, but his arse also started twitching around my throbbing dick. Unlike before, where he was controlling his arse, at some rudimentary level, this new twitching was even more bedevilling as neither of us knew when, or where it would strike. Not wanting to go back to his dirty mouth, but still wanting those spasms around my cock, I started gently nibbling on his ear. Not only did it work, but I had the added bonus of him starting to moan, and then clamping his one hand on his mouth out of fear of my parents. I now had yet another control of him, as I nibbled his other ear, and felt him twitching and trying to not moan. It was intoxicating feeling someone so beholden to me. I then started gently kissing his neck. He was now writhing underneath me, his one hand clamped to his mouth, whilst his other is either trying to play with my nipples or is uselessly flailing at his side as I cause wave after wave of pleasure to course through his body. Realising for the first time in my life that a man’s nipples can elicit sexual pleasure, I start licking his. This causes him to arch his back and grind his arse even harder on my cock. When I move to the second nipple, I bring my other hand to the one I had just left, his whole body jolts. His legs spasm under my arse fixing my cock deep down his cunt whilst his arse muscles contract around my cock harder and tighter than anything I have ever felt before. I can even feel his stomach muscles contract between us. He is literally biting his knuckles to keep from crying out, with his other hand shooting out in submission. His eyes try to focus on me, but are driven back by this force that seems to have possessed him.

This pushes me over the edge for the second time today, and I find myself spasming as my legs try and force more of me into his arsehole in a vain attempt to plant my seed even deeper. My body convulses and I land square on top of him. My arms have come under his shoulders and my chin grips him from above, as if to ensure that at this critical moment of coital union, he should not be allowed to go anywhere, and must just stay in place to accept the gift of my essence.

I have heard of mind blowing sex, and until today, I had not experienced it. The thing was that I honestly remember the start of the orgasm, and then I came off this plateau to find that my breathing had somewhat returned to normal, my dick had already been dislodged from my lover’s arse, but his legs were wrapped around mine. My head was resting on his shoulder whilst one of his hand was gently dragging his fingers through my hair, and the other was being dragged gently up and down my back. I suddenly was awoken from my nirvana by the thought that my parents could be coming back soon. I checked my watch and we had 15 minutes or so before they arrived. I started to get up, and apart from the sweat that had caused our skin and chest hair to stick together, there was something else. It then dawned on me that the spasms that had sent me over the edge was when the faggot had come….. OMG!!! I had another guy’s cum on my chest. I grabbed his hair and told him to lick it off. I slowly pushed him down until he was once again cleaning my dick. This time though, it was a little painful due to the sensitivity. Another thing that had never happened to me before was this almost multiple orgasm.

This dude was getting into my head, I needed to take control of the situation again.

“Listen faggot, my parents will be back home in a few minutes. I am going to go shower upstairs, you take downstairs. Be quick, I don’t want questions. Make sure you don’t get your hair wet; it’ll invite questions. Also, this room stinks of sex, so make sure that you open the windows and get some Febreze to get rid of the smell. And make sure you keep your arse shut, having you get up from the table with a wet patch by your arse as you spill my baby batter is going to raise questions, and it’s just disrespectful to me to be wasting my noble seed. Lastly, ensure that you aren’t walking as though your arse has been fucked.”

He looked up at me with these deeply submissive eyes, and said,

“Yes, sir. I will do all that you have told me.”

I felt my cock twitch again. He was getting to me. I did want to continue being an arse, but I also wanted to throw the dog a bone, so as I picked up my stuff to leave and shower, I got to the door, looked over my shoulder and said,

“And bitch..” He looked at me expectantly, “Thank-you. That was good”.

Honestly, if he was a dog, his tail would have been shaking him.

I got in the shower and lathered myself with soap. My dick and balls were still sensitive from the fucking I had just given another MAN!!! What the hell was going on. How could it be that I was having better sex with a man? A faggot? Sure, the power that he held over him was definitely a power trip. Some questions were just not meant to be answered, especially when I needed to be ready to receive my parents as though nothing had happened.

I went downstairs and set the table for lunch. I smiled to myself that I had truly done what my parents had asked and made sure that the guest was up. My parents did not need to know that my cock had also been up today….up their guest’s love chute. My parents came home and thanked him for setting the table. The guest came down reeking of deodorant and cologne. Seriously, these Middle Eastern types just cannot use cologne responsibly. Then I realised to myself that he probably used that to mask the sex smell realising that Febreze randomly being sprayed in the room would have been weird.

I studiously ignored the guest, as is my wont. I am known by my family for the disdain in which I hold these beggars. Beneath this veneer of aloofness, I was genuinely impressed. The faggot showed only the slightest flinch as he sat down on his well ridden arse. I barely noticed it, so my parents would not have seen it. Apart from that, he took an interest in my family. He chatted about cooking and gardening with my mother, computers with my father and fitness with me. Even when he did not have anything to add, it was obvious that he was listening and would ask pertinent questions in order to better understand the subject, and make the speaker feel important. I was beginning to wish that this bitch was a woman. She would make the perfect wife. A slut in the bedroom, and half an hour later, a gracious guest. Given how he was talking about cooking, he would probably be a great hostess, if he was a she. Shit, this gay man was seriously chipping away at my preconceived notions and making it difficult for me to hate him just based on the fact that he received cock when he should have been giving it.

Of course, he further endeared himself to all of us by helping to clear up, and then announced that he had another friend that he needed to see, so would be going for a walk. I was pretty stuffed from lunch, and after the exertion of the sex in the morning, I was happy to go for an afternoon sleep. I woke up and met up with some of my friends, coming back just after dark. My dad was chatting to Alex when I walked in and turned and asked me to take him to the bus station. I rolled my eyes, I did not want either of them thinking that I was secretly excited to be alone with Alex again.

“Sure dad, but I want to change first.” I said with a cool reserve.

“OK. That’s great, I need to finish packing.” said Alex, “Thank-you so much for doing this for me.”

It was getting harder and harder not to like this submissive puppy that we had found. I bounded upstairs to change into sweatpants and a t-shirt. I stuffed the boxers I had been wearing all day into a pocket. I went downstairs to see Alex once again with my parents, waxing lyrical about what a wonderful time he had had with us, and how much he had enjoyed the food. My mom had given him a doggy-bag (fitting that he got one, now that he is my bitch) with food for him to take home, whilst telling him that it has been a pleasure to meet him and that he should be in touch if he ever wants to come again. My dad is echoing what mom has just said, to ensure that Alex knows that he is welcome.

We both get in the car, and I drop the sweatpants and pull the bitch’s face to my groin.

“You still owe me from last night.”

“But we don’t have time, and we might get caught.” he said, with not a little panic in his voice, and his eyes growing wider.

“Bitch, according to Waze, you’ve got 20 minutes, if I were you, I’d quit whining and get on with putting your mouth to work.” I said sternly, and then in a softer voice, “In any case, I’ve already put my baby batter up your arse, I would hate to let your mouth fail to share in the glory of taking my seed.”

As with all the times before, getting stern with the faggot only to then switch tracks and give him a goal to aim for ensured his compliance for my pleasure. He brought himself closer to my manhood, and given that it was only semi-erect, he actually managed to take all of it down to the root and I felt his nose in my pubes. The pleasure of my cock once again being in a warm and wet hole, the joy of the power that I had over another man, and the thrill of possibly being caught meant that I got hard pretty quickly. As much as I wanted to hold him down and watch him flail his arms uselessly as my hardening, lengthening and expanding dick cut off his air supply, I realised that time was not on my side, and also, he might make a mess in my parents’ car. Besides this, the angle was really awkward. Once again, his ministrations were made less enjoyable due to his teeth getting in the way. I decided that I would make this cock-sucker’s future clientele a little happier by critiquing his style.

“Watch your teeth.”

“Sorry”

I grabbed his head and forced it back onto my cock. “I’m not looking for an apology, I want you to do better. Tick tock.”

I left it at that, as one hand jacked off the base of my cock, one hand fondled my balls, and his mouth created a vacuum around my head and the top part of my shaft while his tongue darted around the head and the glands just below the rim of the head. He alternated sliding his head up and down my shaft and creating a vacuum that felt like he was trying to just vacuum the cum out of my balls. He had improved significantly. At one point I placed my hand on his head just to scratch his head slightly as we waited on a traffic light. As with the bed, some encouragement made the bitch ever more eager to please. It was almost like having a puppy. No wonder men call their whores bitches. We were two traffic lights away when I felt my balls start to tingle and I went from scratching his head to holding it in place as my jizz was about to be deposited into his mouth. I felt him suction his lips around my shaft as he furiously started swallowing. I unleashed a torrent of sperm into his hungry mouth. After this morning, I was honestly surprised at the fact that my 6 jolts of orgasm unleashed so much. My legs once again spasmed, and I was so grateful that we were at a traffic light so that I was only pressing harder on the brake. It would have been a troubling story to tell my parents otherwise.

I let him continue to lick the head and shaft, although as far as I could feel, he’d done a good job of taking it all and swallowing it. I informed him that we had almost arrived, and he sat up in his seat. I grabbed the boxers that I had stuffed in my pocket and proceeded to wipe whatever was left before I hiked up my sweatpants. When we arrive, he jumped out of the car, thanking me for the ride and opened the back door to retrieve his bag. Just before he left, I called out, “faggot.”

He popped his head in the window in the front and said, “Yes sir?” with a questioning look on his face.

I took the boxers, which I had been wearing all day and had now used to clean myself, and threw them at his face, saying, “Present for you.”

 His eyes went wide in shock, especially when he realised what they were, and given that there were people around, he quickly stuffed them in his pocket. A smile spread from ear to ear, like the cat that got the cream.

“If you bring another pair next time you visit, I’ll wear them for you again. Don’t be a stranger.”

“Oh don’t worry sir, I think that my tank will need a refill before too long.”