Editor's note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.
My name's Jason. I was always a decent looking guy. Not movie star levels of hot, but far from ugly. I'm right at six feet tall and about 165 pounds. Brown hair, blue eyes. Not in bad shape, but don't have too much muscle definition. I've always wanted six pack abs, but alas, I'm too lazy to work out more than a couple times a month.
I never really had too much of a problem finding girlfriends. I wasn't always attached to someone, but I managed to have a girlfriend at least once a year or so. Unfortunately, I've never been able to make relationships last too long. For a long time, I figured I was just picking the wrong girls, but if you keep having the same problem over and over, it's probably got quite a bit to do with you and not them.
It wasn't until my mid-20's , though, that I found myself being sexually attracted to men after I watched some gay porn because straight porn wasn't really doing it for me anymore. The key word there is sexually, though. I still had no desire to date men, nor to even kiss or do anything remotely romantic. I just wanted the dick. The weird thing is, I didn't have any desire to top. Like, at all. I wanted them inside me, pounding away.
I bought a dildo and began practicing inserting it into my asshole with lots of lube and patience until it didn't hurt anymore. It lasted as a fantasy for a while, but I decided that it was time to turn that fantasy into a reality. I downloaded a gay dating app and created an account. I didn't want to show my face in my profile picture because I wanted to be discrete, so I took a picture of my naked, shaved torso and some jeans.
Within an hour, a few guys had messaged me pics of their cocks. It turned me on immensely, but when I asked for face pics, they either declined, or I didn't find them the least bit attractive. After a bit, I just decided to close the app and jerk off to the dick pics they sent. I inserted my dildo into my ass and began to masturbate. I'd never came so hard in my life. I shot out a few ropes of cum, one of them almost hitting my face.
This same routine lasted for a few days until someone I was attracted to finally messaged me. I said I wanted him so I sent a pic of my face. He said he wanted me too. He asked me for my address, but for some reason, I just couldn't do it. I was extremely nervous. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I wouldn't have a problem with the nerves so much if it was a girl that wanted to fuck. So I blocked him without thinking and just wanked again.
This happened a couple more times, so I gave up. For the next few months, I just watched porn, straight and gay, and jerked off. One day, out of nowhere, though, I wanted to try again. The porn just wasn't doing it for me.
I redownloaded the app, took another profile pic, and went looking through the profiles.
I decided I wasn't going to be so picky. If I was remotely attracted to him, I'd message him and make an offer, or take an offer if it was he who messaged first. I also decided I would not back out. It didn't take long before a guy named Randy messaged me.
Randy was pretty average, but certainly not ugly. He had a few extra pounds, but like I said, I wasn't going to back out. I prefer people without pubic hair, as I've always shaved all mine, but he did have some. It wasn't full bush, and his balls were shaved, so I didn't mind.
The thing that really sealed the deal for me though, was his glorious cock. It was bigger than average, but not incredibly so. The veins were perfectly placed. The purple head was the perfect shape. It had a slight upward curve and was hard as nails. I could tell just by looking at the picture. I hope it had half that luster in real life. I almost blew my load right then and there, but managed to hold it in.
He messaged me, "so are we gonna do this, sexy?"
"Yes," I messaged back. "But I do have a couple of ground rules."
"shoot," he said.
They were, as follows:
No kissing or cuddling.
I reserve the right to change my mind at any time.
Bring condoms. No bareback.
Be rough, but start slow to let me ease into it.
I will not top for you.
I don't want my dick sucked.
We fuck, you leave.
I waited for him to reply. It took him a few minutes. I wondered if I was being too
Demanding. Oh well. Dem's the rules, as they say. Finally, though, he messaged back, "cool. what's ur address?"
I typed my address out, barely able to because my hands were shaking. I repeated to myself in my head don't back out. I inhaled deeply and pressed "send". I exhaled.
I was so terribly nervous. My major hard-on was gone. I felt like throwing up. He messaged back that he would be at my place in ten minutes. I turned on some porn to try to get my horniness back. It sort of worked. I was able to get semi-hard. I stroked my cock to keep what little of a boner I had going. Too late now.
After twelve minutes, I heard a knock on my door. I breathed deeply trying to calm my nerves. It helped a little. I slowly made my way to the door and looked out the peephole. It was him. Randy. The guy who was about to take my gay virginity.
I opened the door and let him in. I nervously said, "Hey."
"Jason? I'm randy. Nice to meet you," he said.
"Yes," I said, shakily.
"Nervous?" he said, holding out his hand for a handshake. I reached my trembling, sweaty palm up and took his hand as firmly as I could, which wasn't very.
"Yeah." I said, trying to eek out a smile.
"Don't be. It's cool. You've done this before, right?" he said.
"Oh, yeah. I, uh, always get this way," I lied. I breathed, trying to make my nerves go away. They slowly, but surely started to calm down.
"Here," he said. "This'll help."
He grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch, surprising me. Holy shit, this was actually happening. I felt him get hard in his trousers. I felt my growing in mine. I wasn't nervous anymore. It worked. I just wanted his cock. Now.
I unzipped his pants and fished his hard dick out. It was even more beautiful than in the pictures. Bigger, too. I was starting to get insatiable. I stroked and stroked, his cock getting even harder in my hand. That thing could probably cut glass. I reached up and unbuttoned his trousers and let them drop. He wasn't wearing any underwear.
There it was, his dick and balls right in front of my face in all their glory. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. There was precum coming out of his pee hole. I licked it off. It tasted so good. I'd always loved salty flavored stuff, and this was amazing. I put my mouth around the head of his cock and sucked on it, trying to get every ounce of that precum out of his cock.
"Yeah, that's it," he said. He put his hand on the back of my head and gently pushed down to where my mouth was about halfway down his seven or so inch fuck pole. I started sucking with vigor. I put my hand around the base of his cock and stroked, my hand meeting my mouth halfway, his hand still gently guiding my head.
I started really getting into it, my mouth going further and further down his cock until it hit the back of my throat. He held it there for a second before I started to gag. Normally gagging on something doesn't feel so great, but for some reason, gagging on this man's cock really turned me on.
