Thomas' Rape

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

“Hey, we met the other night at the club. Want to meet up again?” It was Sunday night, and Christine was gone, and Thomas was alone. He’d been staring at Paul’s business card for the last day when he could, dying to text him, and did so when he was able. He was becoming a different person and he didn’t care. An hour later Paul replied:

“I meet a lot of people. How did we meet?”

“I sucked your dick in the men’s room.”

“Lots of sluts suck my dick in the men’s room. Describe yourself.”

“Medium height. Runner’s build. Blond.”

“I’m fucking with you! LOL I don’t slip my card out that much, but we sure had chemistry. LOL”

“I would have touched based sooner, but I’ve been busy.”

“With your girlfriend?”

“Damn right Bro! She couldn’t get enough of me! LOL”

“LOL I’m off tomorrow. Want to meet for happy hour?”

“Sounds good.”

“Larry’s 1840 18th St 6:00”

“Cool.” Thomas deleted this text message thread.

Thomas was dressed in khakis and a dark blue dress shirt and arrived at the bar at 5:45. Fuck! It was a gay bar! He’d never had cause to go to one. It was filled with an after work crowd of guys of all ages and types. What if someone he knew saw him? It was too late, he wanted to see Paul again. He ordered a whiskey and soda and found a corner to drink it. Oh, no! “You’re too cute to be all alone” said a business man in his 40’s. “Uh, I’m waiting for a friend.” “Well, if he doesn’t show up, look for me.” Out of nerves, his drink was finished, he ordered another and found a different spot.

Mercifully, Paul soon found him. He must have been 6’2” and was wearing jeans and a tight gray T-shirt that exhibited his biceps and pecs. He was holding a snifter of Courvoisier. “Hey!” he smiled. “There’s more privacy in the back. First time here?” he laughed.

They were now seated across from each other at a small table amidst other men.

“Thomas, you are so my type and I wanted to get to know you more. I get lots of action and sometimes there’s a connection.”

“I see. What is your type?”

“Masculine white boys into big black cock. They want domination from the opposite of what they are. I embrace stereotypes.”

“Ah.”

“Even better when they have girlfriends, they’re the hungriest. I saw you checking me out when I was looking at your ID, my gaydar went off. I could just tell that those pouty lips had sucked dick. Then when you turned around, there was that fine ass wiggling in those tight white jeans and I could tell it had been fucked. Looking at you got me so fucking hard. It was such a lucky coincidence that we both had to pee at the same time! I saw you standing there, and I knew I was my going to my balls drained by a pro who knows how to get down to business”

“Well Paul, you’re very perceptive” laughed Thomas who was nearly finished with his third whiskey and soda. He was now more at ease in the gay bar, actually looking around, even pondering whom he found attractive.

“What’s your story?” Thomas asked. Paul replied that he was born in DC, that his parents were schoolteachers, he came out as gay at 18. They were accepting, especially when he explained that he was a total top. He’d gone to a local college, wanted to be music producer and was single. He worked at the nightclub Wednesday to Sunday nights.  

Thomas told of his life in Indiana, inventing a secret Black fuck buddy who broke him in while they were in college and that he had only a few casual partners since. That he’d been raped by a Black gang and then used by cops was much too complicated and made him seem like a crazy nympho. He was creating a persona on the spot to appeal to Paul, that he considered himself “Bi” and intended to live a straight life on the outside.

“That’s cool, a lot of my fuck buddies are in the closet for the careers. They’re all manly in public but in private they drop to their knees for me. Well, your man turned you out right! That was the best blow job I had in ages. I bet he trained you to open up your ass too.”

“That he did, with his big black cock.”

“We’re going to finish our drinks, then we’re going to walk to my place and fuck.”

“Sounds good.”

Thomas had crossed a line when he sucked off Paul in the bathroom stall and crossed over further when he texted him and met him in a gay bar. Now, there was no going back as he and Paul stood in his apartment embracing and feeling each other up. Paul put his hands on Thomas’ shoulders and pushed him down to floor. Thomas’ hands went for Paul’s belt, undid it, unzipped his jeans and began working Paul’s cock through his underwear. That mighty organ swelled through the cloth as Thomas’ mouth got busy. Then he pulled down the underwear and began sucking and deepthroating in earnest as he skillfully stretched his mouth around it. “Yeah, I really am a cocksucker” thought Thomas to himself as he felt his own dick balloon.

Paul had picked up and spun Thomas around and ground his erection against Thomas’ clad twitching ass crack. There was heavy breathing and moaning. The two men began taking off their clothes and shoes in that position. When they were nude, Paul pushed Thomas into his bed. Thomas was on his back, he raised and spread his legs like the bitch in heat he’d become. There was the sound of the lube bottle being squeezed and now Paul’s cock was coated, Thomas felt his asshole being drenched with lube. This was another rite of passage as Thomas was now willingly spreading his hole and awaiting penetration because he wanted it.

“Holy fucking shit!” thought Thomas as his asshole smoothly parted for Paul’s cock as it entered him. The whole nine inches snapped into place, as Thomas felt himself stuffed with cock. Then there was the joyous hammering as Paul started thrusting in and out of Thomas with his ball sack slapping against Thomas’ ass. The sounds of their bodies slamming against each other was accompanied by gruff exclamations of mutual bliss.

Paul bent his head down and Thomas raised his slightly and they kissed as their wild fucking intensified. Thomas’ soon experienced the greatest orgasm of his 23-year-old life as his dick exploded like a fountain, spurting a huge load. Then, Paul’s throbbing cock let off a blast of cum, flooding Thomas’ inner regions. When Paul pulled out, there were distinct whoosh and pop sounds. The men lie against each other panting. Paul left and returned with snifters of Courvoisier. They sipped and grinned at each other.

After taking a shower, putting on his khakis and dress shirt, the glowing Thomas appeared as the handsome, shiny and happy young man he believed himself to be. Sitting in a cab to his place, Thomas was aware of the tingling sensations in his ass and the emptiness he felt inside, the results of a great fuck. He would need that again.