If you've read my story "It Started At the Bookstore," I told how I wound up abandoning the anonymity of the glory holes at the Adult Book Store near me for an in person visit with Dom, a magnetic guy with a gorgeous body (6'2", sculpted muscles including abs and a beautiful butt) that came attached to a magnificent, 10" cut cock. I went with him because he whispered "nothing will happen that you don't want to happen," and consequently I became his cock slave. [You don't have to read it but if you enjoy what follows it is worth visiting.]
I spent one glorious night getting fucked with Dom's big dick and discovering how all I wanted to do was please him. However he wanted, frankly. I walked bowlegged for a few days. Aspirin handled any aches, but what wasn't handled was my preoccupation with what I had been through. I let a stranger treat me like property. He fucked with me as well as fucked me. He did what I didn't know I had wanted - to be fucked long and hard, treated like a slut, and then be dismissed like the worthless faggot I knew myself to be. Damn me if I didn't want it again!
Work for the next few days was periods of occasional productivity interspersed with visions of him. His dick. Bending over and pulling him into my ass. I must have jerked off in the men's room at least 3 times a day.
Nights weren't any better. I went home, opened my computer to find images or videos that reminded me of him - yeah, big dicks on big men - and of us - little men at the beck and call of those big men. The first night, I was simply waiting for his call. Since I didn't have any sex toys - or at least, none that were his size - I improvised. I found a cucumber in the kitchen that was as fat as his cock, although not as large, and I alternated between attempting to deep throat it and then stuffing it up my ass. My thinking was that practice would make it easier for me to let him fuck me and I hoped I was right. But mostly I hoped he'd call and tell me to come over and serve him.
On the third night, about 7PM, the phone rang. "Hello," I answered.
"This is Dom. Get over here in the next hour or you won't ever come over here again." And then he hung up. It was a good thing I was really familiar with the route to his home - an hour was plenty of time.
I changed into sweat pants (without briefs) and a t-shirt, ready for anything. 30 minutes later I was ringing his bell.
The door opened. He answered the door in just gym shorts and sandals. All 6'2" inches of muscular, tanned and mouth watering master. My cock sprung to attention. "Get in here and get naked. Then get on your knees," he commanded.
No problem. Off with the t-shirt, sandals and sweats, and there I was, on my knees in his living room, naked, my 6 inch dick hard and quivering, eyes locked on the bulge in his shorts.
"Not bad," he said. "What do you think, guys?"
I was stunned. There were other people in the room that I hadn't even seen in my rush. My erection wilted and I felt myself blushing all over.
"Rich, remember, I said you were mine. Are you going to do what I tell you? Or are you going to walk out now?" he asked.
I took one look at him, that huge bulge in his gym shorts, the stunning body and there was only one answer. I simply stayed where I was and waited.
"That's good, little one. Isn't that good, fellas?" he asked to whoever was behind me. I heard two grunts of assent. "Now, get over here and show my buddies how you love to suck my cock."
I didn't need to be told twice. I scooted forward until I was directly in front of him and pressed my mouth up against the front of his shorts, right on that hot meat. I moved up and down it, soaking through his shorts. He put his hands into the waste band, stepped back for a minute and stepped out of them, and there was that cock I had been seeing in my wishes and dreams: 10 inches long, as thick as a RedBull can, with a head the size of a tennis ball and balls like golf balls in his nutsack. Then he grabbed my head and moved my face up and down the length of it. I didn't need any more - I stuck out my tongue and bathed that big dick with all the saliva I could muster. By the time he had my mouth positioned at the head every inch was wet from my mouth.
"Open wide, little one." The way he said it made me shiver.
I opened as wide as I could, and then anticipated his move - I dove onto that hot dick and didn't stop until he was deep in my throat and my tongue was lapping at his balls. I started swallowing to massage his cock and felt it grow harder and larger, and when he moaned I almost came from knowing I was pleasing him. He held my head down on it as I worked to breathe through my nose, but eventually let go and I pulled back.
"See what a good cock sucker I found?" he asked his friends. "You might want to get naked so I can introduce you."
I heard the sounds of clothes coming off, and soon he was flanked by two other guys who were almost as impressive as he was! He gestured to the one on his left - about as tall, with a little more body fat, as hairy as some sort of animal, with a fat cock that was shorter than his but wider around. Fatter. Thicker. "This is Animal. Some people refer to him as a bear. You get to call him sir."