Turned for Christmas

All character's are over the age 18. Everything in this story is purely fiction. 

This my first attempt at writing. Please give me some feedback. This story starts out slower buy I plan to build into other things.

All throughout High School I was always involved with sports, and I happened to be pretty good at them. I was the star running back on our football team that lead us to two State Championships my Junior and Senior year. My name is Jackson McCoy, and at school I was always apart of the “popular” crowd and always was surrounded by good friends. I never had trouble finding dates or a girlfriend. I stand at around 5’9”, but to make up for my lack of height I made up for with the rest of my body. I spent a lot of time in the gym and it clearly showed. I was very fit and toned, with a firm chest, bulging arms, thick thighs, and a 4 pack of abs with a tight V that went down to my groin. All of my work in the gym doing squats had led me to have at tight firm ass that filled out my jeans and football pants, and many of my girlfriends called this my best feature. After high school I was given a scholarship to play football at a medium size college several hours away from home. I met a girl, Heather, my freshman year and we have continued dating into my sophomore year. Heather was your typical athlete’s girlfriend, with perky breasts and slim body. She was never one to turn down sex and I got lucky several times a week.

All through high school and college I had a secret that I kept from everybody, because if the secret got out my life would be ruined. I always considered myself straight, but sometimes got off on gay porn. Sometimes I would find another fit guys in the locker room, and I would try to catch a peak at times. I never acted on any of these urges and suppressed them. All of this came to a head when I was home for Christmas break my Junior year and my life changed forever.

I came home to stay with my parents for the holidays while Heather went to her parents, which happened to be in a different suburb near me. Heather and I drove home together, and I dropped her off before going to my parents. Our plan was to see each other in a few days, when my dad was having a large Christmas party at our house for his employees. My dad owns a large business and every year he throws a party at our house just before Christmas for his employees. This is where it all began.

When I was home and away from my girlfriend I found myself more horny than usual and found myself online looking at porn, which ended up with me looking at gay porn. One night, after jacking and edging myself to porn for several hours, I found myself downloading Grindr. I never planned to actually meet somebody on this app, I more so was curious about it. I set up my profile and filled everything in, only leaving my picture blank. I scrolled around and found several different profiles around me, but none that really excited me. Until I found one with the username “blkbull4white”. The profile picture showed a black male with a very fit and muscular body, close shaved beard, tight jaw line and dread locks. His chest had several tattoo’s that I was unable to make out. The information on the profile showed the man was 6’2” and 210 pounds and described himself as a “dominant top looking for submissive to use”. This profile made my cock instantly hard. I worked up the courage and messaged the guy, never actually planning to meet. After exchanging texts for several minutes, the guy asked for a picture of me and I sent him a few headless shots of me. I did not think about the fact that I had a birthmark on my right hand, that has a very distinguishable shape, and was clearly visible in the photos. The man sent back a picture of a very large black dick that looked like a red bull can with large veins. He asked what I was into and I told him I had never messed around with a dude but was curious about it. The man asked if I wanted to come over to have my “hole” used and bred by a bid dicked bull. I found the way he was talking to me like I was a sex toy hot, and I agreed to meet him with never having the intention of actually going. He sent me his address and I said I would be there in 20 minutes. At this point I was jacking off and this put me over the edge. I shot my load, closed out of the app and forgot about it.

Fast forward a few days. December 20th. A few days before Christmas. The day of my dad’s party. I left around 4pm to go pick up Heather so we could be back just after the guests had arrived. I picked her up and she was wearing a short black dress that really showed her off. After not seeing her for several days my dick hardened at the site of her, and I was hoping to get lucky before I brought her back to her house after the party. Heather was clearly as worked about seeing me and played with my dick through my pants the whole way back to my house, giggling the whole time. When we got to my house there were cars everywhere and it was clear the party had started. I worked on getting my hard on down and we went inside, holding hands. As the party went on and after a few drinks we were talking with the guests and ended up getting separated. That was when I saw him.

Standing across the room from me was the man from the profile. Blkbull4white. He was even more breathtaking in real life. He had his dreads pulled back behind his head in a ponytail, and he was wearing a dress shirt that showed off his physique perfectly, along with gray dress pants. As I was checking him out, I noticed the dress pants had large bulge where I knew that big dick was hiding. The man caught me looking at him and made eye contact before he started walking toward me. Had he caught me checking him out? My hands got sweaty and my heart started pounding thinking the man would recognize me from being on the app. But I quickly realized I never showed my face and there was no way the man would be able to recognize me. He came up and shook my hand, introducing himself as Marcus. He told me that he had just been hired in the marketing department at my dads company. While speaking to him I had a pit in my stomach and could not stop thinking about the dick pic he had sent me and trying no to look at the big bulge where it was hiding. Before long Heather came up to our conversation and asked me to come meet somebody. I was relieved that I did not have to talk to the man anymore and excused myself.

As the party went on, I had a few more glasses of wine I had to take a piss. I went to a bathroom that was upstairs and away from the party and closed the door. After I was done and washing my hands the bathroom door opened and in walked Marcus with a sleek grin and piercing eyes. Before I could even have time to react, he had his body pressed against the back of mine, with his dick hardening in his pants pressed against my ass. He pushed his crotch into me, which pushed me up against the bathroom counter, and put his arms around me. Marcus whispered into my ear “Do you recognize me because I recognize you” as he gyrated his pelvis against my ass. “Why did you make a dick appointment to be used by my big dick and then not show up? Didn’t your mommy and daddy teach you manners?”. I could feel his large cock was now hard as a rock against my ass. “I’m sorry Marcus I got caught up in the moment and chickened out. I have a girlfriend and never really planned to follow through with coming over. How did you know it was me?” I told him as my eyes met his in the mirror. My face was beet red and my heart was pumping out of nervousness about what I would do. He grabbed my left hand and held it in front of the mirror. “Did you forget about your sexy little birthmark? I recognized it immediately when I shook your hand”. “Does your girlfriend know you message guys about getting fucked late at night? Hmm? Was she that pretty little bitch you walked in with tonight?” Marcus whispered in my ear as he continued pressing against my ass. “NO AND SHE CAN’T FIND OUT MY LIFE WILL BE OVER! AND DON’T CALL HER BITCH” I snapped at him. Marcus was now twisting and squeezing my nipples, which gave me an instant hard on. “Ah the so called straight boy likes his nipples getting worked over just like a cock slut”. Being called a cock slut instantly mad me pissed off and I tried to turn around an confront Marcus. He held my hips firmly and said “A tough one. I always like turning the tough ones. You forget I’m stronger and bigger than you. Now get on your knees so I can teach you a quick lesson” he whispered in my ear. I hesitated for a second before he stepped back from me and flung me around by my waist. “If you don’t want your secret out you better get on your knees” he spat at me, and reluctantly I knelt down in front of him, starting directly at that rock hard python that was outlined in his pants. My stomach had butterflies and I could feel my heart racing at the thought of what he was clearly going to want me to do. “Open my pants and pull out that big dick and get sucking before I show that profile and pictures to your parents and girlfriend” he told me has I knelt there in front of him. I froze and just knelt. I felt my own dick starting to harden and leak. For some reason I was turned on by what was happening to me. I realized what I had to do and opened the zipper and unbuckled the pants, pulling them down slightly to give me access. Underneath the pants he was wearing black boxer briefs, and I pulled down the elastic on these with my hands shaking in anticipation of what was happening. The big cock snapped out of the elastic and hit his stomach. I had never seen such a big dick in my life. “What do you think of that real man’s cock? Huh boy? You ever seen something that big?” Marcus said to me as he wiggled his hips back and forth, causing it to smack me in the face. It was perfect, with the veins and thick shaft, trimmed black pubes, all nestled on top of two big black balls that were as big as golf balls. I sat there in shock and rubbed my hand up and down the hard cock, watching as drops of precum formed on the end.

“You can rub as long as you want for all I care, but we will be here all night if you do that so you better start sucking”. I grabbed the dick with my hand, but it was so thick my hand did not close around it. I brought it to my mouth and started licking the tip and shaft. I had never felt another mans cock, yet alone tasted one. The salty taste and musk smell were so hot. My own cock was throbbing in my pants. “Enough licking white boy get that cock in that mouth”. Marcus grabbed me by the hair and lined up his cock with my mouth and started to push in. I opened my mouth as wide as I could to accommodate the big dick as it slid across my lips. I wanted to say no, but for some reason my mind and body were turning to butter and just giving in.  “Fuck yeah work that cock” Marcus told me has he started to work more cock down my throat. “Suck that cock like you’re drinking from a straw”. I tried to do this, but his cock was so far in my mouth it made me gag. My eyes were watering, and spit was forming around my mouth, but his cock was only about half way in. “That’s a big cock to get for the first-time boy don’t worry I will teach you how to deep throat it later just work with what you got”. Later? What did he mean later? I continued to suck and work my way up and down the big cock as Marcus kept moving my head roughly back and forth across his dick, moaning and tell me “fuck yeah” and “suck that cock”. I was so turned on to be used like this and pleasing another man I reached into my pants for my own cock. Marcus saw this and kicked my hand away, telling me “this all about me white boy worry about your nut later”.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. “Jackson you ok in there?” Heather asked me through the door, clearing noticing that I had been gone from the party. I panicked and tried to push at Marcus’ legs and pull off his cock, but Marcus grabbed my hair and pumped three more times before pulling me off his cock. He held me there by the hair and looked at me to answer. I told her I was ok and would be right out. I heard her walk away from the door and go back down the stairs.

“We should have told her you were busy sucking off a big cock shouldn’t we have? Look at your face you look like such a slut with the tears and spit running down your face. Wish I could fuck this mouth all night, but it looks like our times up”. I started to stand up, but Marcus pushed me back down. “Oh no boy you’re not getting off that easy” and he started pumping his cock like crazy. “Just sit there and be a good boy while I finish this up”. He was jacking his cock and I could hear his breathing getting shorter and his hand was getting more sporadic. “Mmmhhmm yeah bitch here it comes get ready for a face full of my nut”. I panicked and tried to back away, but Marcus grabbed my head in front his cock just as it began to spurt. Volley after volley of thick white cum sprayed across my face, chin, and hair. I couldn’t believe how much cum was spraying out and it just kept coming. After 11 or 12 spurts he stopped and held his cock, as my face was completely covered and the cum was starting to drip off. I couldn’t see very well but heard the click of an iPhone camera. “Just a quick picture to remember the night you took your first cock” Marcus laughed to himself as he put the phone away. “All you white boys are the same. Big tough athlete on campus but on your knees sucking cock when the doors are closed”. I grabbed a towel and wiped the seed off my face. I was so mad at what Marcus was saying and felt so degraged, but yet at the same time I was so turned on I thought my cock was going to explode. Marcus wiped some of cum into my mouth and told me “next time I will blow it in your mouth so you can get a real taste”. “Next time? This was great but I don’t think there should be a next time” I told Marcus meekly, hoping that this would be a onetime thing. He laughed as he tucked his cock back into his pants and told me “I know white boys like you. Once they get a taste of a big dick they want more. You will want more of this dick trust me boy. It may not be today or tomorrow, but you will be begging for my dick again”. He pulled my phone out of my pocket and held it up to my face, so the facial feature would unlock it. “Hey what the fuck man” I told him as I tried to grab it out of his hand, but he was stronger and quicker than me and pushed me back into the tub. He clicked around on my phone and then threw it back at me. “Don’t worry straight boy I didn’t do anything you wouldn’t have liked” and he turned and walked out.

I sat there, astonished about what had just happened and what I had willingly done. I wanted to jack off but I knew Heather would be looking for me. I wiped the cum off my face and then rinsed my hair off in the sink the best I could, working to get all of the white chunks out. I got myself put back together and went back to the party and found Heather, acting as if nothing had happened. Awhile later I felt my phone vibrate and took it out to check it. I had two new text messages from “Bull”. My dick instantly went hard. The first picture was me kneeling in front of his dick with his baby batter all over my face, and the second was a message that said “text me when you’re ready for more. Next time I’ll be fucking that ass and taking your cherry”. I put the phone in my pocket and looked around to make sure nobody saw. I couldn’t believe Marcus had that picture of me.

Later that night I took Heather back home. The whole way to her house I could not stop thinking about sucking Marcus’ cock and how fucking hot it was, but also felt guilty and wrong about doing it. Heather tried talking to me but I tuned her out. She finally asked what was wrong and I told her I wasn’t feeling right. This wasn’t a total lie because my jaw and throat were sore from sucking that big dick.

After dropping Heather off I went home and practically ran to my bedroom and closed the door. I jacked off and blew the biggest load I have ever blown thinking about Marcus and his cock. I past out that night thinking about that big cock.

The next few days were kind of a blur. I tried to suppress the thoughts of sucking cock and getting fucked out of head, but never really could. After two days I worked up the courage and pulled out my phone, scrolling through the contacts. My hands were shaking as I typed out a message to the contact named “Bull”. “Hey” I typed and pushed send. Several minutes later my phone vibrated and I quickly took it out to check it. When I saw his name on the screen my heart went into my throat. “What do you need slut” was his response. I typed back “I’m ready for more”. He quickly sent back “tell me exactly what you want”. My hands shook as I typed and deleted several messages before finally settling on “I want to get fucked by your big cock”. My thumb hovered over the send button before finally taking a deep breath and hitting send. He replied with “Two days. That’s a new record. Guess you really are a cock slut. I knew you couldn’t stay away from my cock”. He sent me another message that he was free tomorrow night and to be ready to be “dicked down and bred” and that I could expect another text with instructions in the morning. The last text was “NO CUMMING UNTIL I SAY SO. I WILL KNOW IF YOU DO”.  I responded with a “yes sir”, without even thinking about it. I thought to myself “Why the fuck did I call him Sir” as I put the phone back in my pocket.

To be continued.