I've wondered for a long time about Paul. As strongly homophobic as he has always been, I have speculated that it's a result of denial, of fear that he is actually gay. His failure to have a girlfriend strikes me as another possible sign. It is time to find out for certain. Willingly or otherwise, Paul is coming out of the closet today.
Setup:
I've wondered for a long time about Paul. As strongly homophobic as he has always been, I have speculated that it's a result of denial, of fear that he is actually gay. His failure to have a girlfriend strikes me as another possible sign. It is time to find out for certain. Willingly or otherwise, Paul is coming out of the closet today.
It all starts with Paul visiting my place on a Saturday to help me service my pickup truck. We put in the badly needed new starter and power steering pump, and change the oil. As is usual, I provide refreshments. On weekends he usually drinks thin beers like Coors, so I provide Bass as an upgrade. The unfamiliar taste hides the taste of the additions to what I serve. His beers are well spiked with grain alcohol, valium, & viagra.
Since Paul, also as usual, insists on doing most of the work himself on this hot day, by the time we're done he is a sweaty mess, his clothes soaked through and streaked with oil and dirt. I offer my shower, and tell him that the least I can do is run his clothes through the washer. Under the effects of the drinks he is suggestable, and he agrees. He staggers off to the shower, and at my suggestion hands out his clothes for washing. I tell him he is free to use my robe, which is already hanging in the bathroom.
While Paul showers I make my preparations, and am ready for him when lurches out of the bathroom and staggers down the hallway with the robe hanging open.
Consensual-
Paul weaves into the living room where I'm watching the big television. Paul drops onto the couch at the far end from me and looks closely at the TV, discovering that I'm watching a fuck film. He stares at the action, where a very buff guy is fucking a short haired, small titted chick in the "Anvil" position, with her legs lifted and pushed back towards her shoulders. Paul and I watch as the camera point of view that is over the guy's shoulder shows her grabbing and twisting her nipples as she moans in passion. The camera pulls back and pans down as the guy bends forward over the chick, and then zooms in to show us the guy is actually ass-fucking her.
Paul and watch quietly for several minutes as the porn stars massive cock rams into the chicks tiny anus again and again. Paul doesn't notice that I'm watching him more than the flick. The robe is open, hanging off his shoulders so that he is practically as nude as I am. I admire his smooth skin and well muscled body, and watch as his thick cock hardens up and he begins unconsciously stroking it. I'm playing with my own cock, generously greasing it with Astro-Glide.
On screen the camera pulls back from the close-up ass-fucking and pans slowly around the scene until it is looking at the action from behind the chicks head. We see the guy as he groans and pulls back, jacking his cock to spurt a huge load across the groin, belly, and cock of his partner. Yes, the chick was actually a small, effeminate guy. Paul is shocked that he has been jacking off to a gay movie. He yells something about "FAGS!" as he lurches up and runs away from the scene.
I go to Paul, reaching out to slide my hands up across his chest, telling him to relax, that watching fucking is a turn-on no matter who is doing it.
"Face it Paul, you watched a guy taking a cock up his ass while you were jacking off!"
Paul protested that he had not known it was a guy's ass. While replying to Paul I gently took his still erect cock in my slick right hand and slowly stroked it. "You knew Paul, in your heart you knew that you were watching a man's hairy asshole being fucked!"
Paul denies it, so I ask him "Do you think I'm a woman?
"No," Paul replies, " of course not!"
"Then why," I asked him, "are you letting me stroke your cock?"
Paul looked down in surprise at the sight of my hand sliding down his hard shaft. I tightened my grip and gave him several hard, fast strokes. Paul gasped and shivered, then turned away from me.
Paul is flustered and confused, and his turn away to flee goes badly when in one step he stumbles into the dining table. I move up behind Paul, pulling the robe back off his arms pressing against him to bend him forward against the table. I was very aroused, my cock so erect that it pointed up at 45°. I moved forward, my erection settling into Paul's ass-crack. I stroked the smooth, warm skin of his back, feeling his strong muscles shift as he whimpered and shuddered against me.
"What's wrong with me, why do I like this?"
Paul's crack was warm against the shaft of my cock, the Astroglide nice and slippery. Paul unintentionally teased me by clenching his ass against the anticipated violation, making his buttocks grasp at my cock. I moved my hands to the top of his hips, holding him in place as I humped his groove for a minute. "Don't worry Paul, trust your own body, you wouldn't be hard if you did not want this!"
I moved my right hand to grasp the base of my cock, leaning back a bit as I pushed it down. I gasped as my senitised glans bumped across the hard, clenched knot of Paul's anus, then moved my hand back to his hip when I pushed forward, the top of my cock sliding under his furry scrotum. Paul's cock was still erect, his sack full of sperm swollen and hanging down. I humped a couple of times, feeling his heavy balls lifted by my rampant cock each time I went forward.
I was now very aroused, so worked up that I could feel the pre-cum leaking from my piss-slit. It was time. I gripped Paul's ass with both hands, spreading his crack wide as I slowly moved my groin back. My cock-head slid back across his scrotum and slipped up to nest against his asshole. I pushed with moderate force, keeping the blunt tip of my cock wedged in place as I stroked Paul's back, softly encouraging him to relax. The alcohol, valium and viagra in the beer were working on him, and gradually his tight sphincter began to relax. When I could feel the sides of my glans moving into the expanding ring I suddenly pushed hard. "Oh God Gary, I can feel you throbbing against my asshole!"
I groaned aloud in pleasure as the whole head of my cock popped through Paul's anus. Paul groaned and then sobbed, presumably mourning the loss of his virginity. The flared rim of my corona was seated against the inner side of Paul's sphincter, resisting as his colon tightened around my glans, vainly trying to push out the invading cock.
I pushed steadily forward, my erection slowly sinking into Paul´s ass. It took a minute to shove the full length of my cock into the hot, tight passage. I paused for a moment, enjoying the sensation of Paul´s anus tight around the base of my penis like a cock ring. The constriction made my cock swell even larger, making Paul whimper as his tight passage was stretched. "Uhhh... It's in me, your cock is in my ass!'
“You like it Paul, and you need it!”
I bent forward, moving my hands to Paul's shoulders as my belly and chest settled on his muscular back. I started fucking his ass slowly, my cock smoothly pistoning almost out of and then back into his quivering colon. Paul writhed under me, exciting me with the way his warm, sweat-slicked skin moved against mine.
I managed to hold the slow pace of the sodomy for quite a while, zoning on the steady thrill of the slippery friction and tight pulsating grip of Paul's colon. After a few minutes I realized that Paul was getting with it, and was starting to slightly move his ass back to meet each thrust of my cock. I slid my right hand down and around to his front to discover that his cock was throbbing. The drugs and the prostate stimulation of the as
s fucking had aroused him. I grasped his now enlarged cock, stroking it as I grew more excited, speeding up the pace.
Paul was getting insistent. "Oooohhh, God, that feels good. Harder, stroke me harder!"
My left hand moved to the back of Paul's neck, holding him in place as I pounded my groin against his ass over and over again. My cock felt incredibly engorged, Paul's very tight colon yielding to each thrust, the stretched muscular ridges of his lining adding to the stimulation. I was so sensitized that I could feel my dangling scrotum slapping against his each time I slammed against him. Paul started to run out of words. "Yes[Grunt] Yes...[Grunt], [Grunt], [Grunt].”
I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure in my groin building. I moved my left hand down to also grab Paul's cock, finding it large enough to hold with both hands, the head popping out of my grip on each stroke.
Gasping and quivering, on the brink of cumming, I cupped Paul´s pendulous scrotum with my right hand, while squeezing the swollen head of his cock in my left fist. I gripped his heavy balls tightly, feeling them throb as he groaned loudly and came. Hot, slick cum spurted forcefully into my left hand as Paul's colon spasmed rhythmically, milking my cock. Paul groaned what was very obvious to me, his cock speaking as well. "Yes!, I'm cumming! {Spurt, spurt, spurt}"
I felt a heavy bolus of sperm surge through my throbbing cock and jet deep into Paul´s bowels. We both had large, long orgasms, our cocks spurting alternately. My thick cream filled his ass while I felt his goo dripping from my hand to splash on the floor.
By the time our joint orgasm ended we were both gasping for breath. I let go of Paul and moved back. My softening cock stretching and then pulling squishily out of his anus. The just-fucked red sphincter was gaping, a drool of my cum leaking down his thigh. I stepped back to sit on one arm of the couch watching Paul slowly slip off the table, sinking to his knees and then lying on the floor on his side. I heard a sob and realized he was crying.
I sighed and got up, deciding to help Paul understand his newly revealed gayness. I got a water bottle and my pills, swallowing and washing down a fresh dose of Viagra. I knelt down by Paul´s head, noticing as I stepped over him that he was leaking cum from both anus and penis.
I fed Paul two Viagra and a drink of water, telling him the pills would help him feel better. He was upset enough not to ask what the pills were. I talked softly with Paul, telling him to relax and accept the change in his self image. I did my best to convince him that he was still the same person, just more in touch with his real nature. We discussed how his strong homophobia had been a cover for his true self, and I did my best to convince him he would be much happier with his life from now on.
Paul was amazed that I was gay, and I explained that I was not particularly into men, I was just a horny bastard that was not picky. 30 minutes into our conversation Paul began to deny himself, claiming he was too drunk to know what he was doing. I asked him if jacking off another man was gay, and that is when he realized he had been gently stroking my returned erection while we spoke.
Paul startled, blushed, and pulled his hand off my cock. He started to roll away from me, and as he was briefly lying face up I lunged forward and put my mouth over the end of his cock, taking his glans between my lips and licking the end. Paul gasped, grabbing my head to pull me off, then groaned and pushed down instead. Half his cock slipped between my lips, filling my mouth. I twisted my head a little to line up, relaxing my throat, then thrust my face into his groin until my nose hit his pubic bone.
Paul's cock head lodged deep in my throat as I squirmed my tongue against the underside of his shaft. Paul was trembling, blown away by the sensation. I stayed in place for a long 15 seconds before pulling my mouth off his cock, looking him in the eyes, and asking "You want some more of that, faggot?"
Paul blushed bright red and, unable to speak, simply nodded yes. I went down on Paul for a couple of minutes, using all the standard moves. I sucked him deep, licked the shaft, even licked and sucked on his balls. When I felt him start to tense up, building towards cumming, I stopped. I got up and told him I was too old for fucking on the floor, then went to the bedroom. Paul promptly followed me.
I stretched out on the bed on my side, and invited Paul to lie down facing me. When he did we embraced and I kissed him with my mouth open, pushing my tongue against his lips. Paul froze for a moment and then responded, opening his mouth to accept my tongue. We kissed and humped against each other for a bit, our erect cocks bumping and sliding between us. I gradually rolled back, pulling Paul with me until he was mostly on top of me.
I suddenly pushed Paul up away from my by the shoulders, telling him to kneel between my spread legs. I looked at Paul, his muscular body slick with our sweat and his erect cock drooling pre-cum while I grabbed the bottle of lube to fill my cupped palm. I reached down to smear the goo on his erection then pulled my legs up, spreading them. I bent Paul's cock down to aim at my anus while gently pulling towards me. Paul resisted for a moment, then moved forward to let his warm glans press against my asshole. "Lean forward," I urged Paul, spreading my arms to welcome him.
Paul looked down, seeing our erect cocks in line, and shuddered. I watched him look a little ill, and knew that only the Viagra was keeping him from losing his erection."I can't do it! I want to but I just can't put it in you!"
I goaded Paul, trying to make him angry enough to suppress his nerves. "Come on Paul, you've already taken my cock up your ass! Are you too much of a woman not to want to get even?"
I ordered him, "Fuck me Paul! Shove that cock up my ass and make me your bitch!"
Paul looked at me, his gaze hardening as he got angry. I put my palms against his chest, apparently trying to push him away while copping a feel of his hard pecs. "Never mind! Get the fuck off me, you're not man enough to get that so called cock into me."
The shove and insult did the trick. Paul snarled something unintelligible at me, grabbing my wrists and pushing them up and away from his chest. Paul landed on me, knocking the air out of my lungs as he pinned me down with my arms over my head. If I'd any air left I would have screamed in pain, feeling half his cock punch through my anus in one sudden lunge.
Paul bucked his hips several times, pounding the rest of his enourmously erect cock into my bowels. My colon felt stuffed to the bursting point, stretched to its limit and full of hot, throbbing cock. Paul began fucking my ass with hard pounding strokes, ramming into me as hard as he could while cursing me for turning him out. It was more of an act of power and violence than one of sex, and the intensity really turned me on.
I could barely breathe with Paul's weight on me. Our sweaty bodies slid against each other as he continued to hold me down and sodomize me. The ridges of his muscular lower belly slid across my erection, stroking me to my own rock hard excitement. Gradually he stopped cursing me, looking down into my eyes until he suddenly rammed his lips against mine, kissing me as hard as he was fucking me.
Paul's ramming cock had me gasping in pleasure each time it drove against my prostate, building me towards orgasm. Before I was ready Paul suddenly grunted into my mouth, lodged himself balls deep in my colon, and began cumming. I wrapped my legs around his ass and held him close, tripping on the feel of his hot cum spurting deep in my bowels. After pumping a lot of cum into me Paul shivered and relaxed, leaving me hanging just short of my own release.
I roughly rolled Paul off me, his shrinking cock pulling out of my ass with a liquid sucking noise. I gave Paul no time to relax, rolling him onto his back and kneeling briefly above his head. I bent over him, grabbing the back of his head with one hand, pushing his chin down with the other. I guided my throbbing, aroused cock into his mouth, and shoved hard, sinking my glans into his throat. I felt my scrotum slap against his nose as his throat spasmed, my cock choking him.
I only had to fuck Paul's face for a couple of strokes to cum. The first heavy jet of my sperm went straight down his throat, before I deliberately pulled back to shoot the rest of my load on his face and chest, jacking my cock with both hands. Paul was busy coughing up mucus and sperm while my goo splattered across his face, mustache and broad chest.