{This story contains a myriad of drug use, unsafe sex, and a number of other things that exist in a much less problematic way in the world of gay fantasy. Please go into it knowing ahead of time that this is a very intense sex story featuring certain activities that might not be your bag. Just a fair warning before you find yourself offended by the more extreme elements of domination and submission. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18}
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Roland threw the large bedspread off which left only his soft, Egyptian cotton sheets. They were a dark navy blue with white filagree trim.
I could tell how badly he wanted me and it turned me on so much. We climbed up onto the bed and started to make out hard on our knees. Roland grabbed my cock and jacked me and I jacked him. We were hard again and I was moaning into his mouth as he did the same with me. He was so much stronger than me and it turned me on how much he eclipsed me in size.
His cock was so comically huge in my hands and I felt so submissive to him when I touched him. I loved playing with his cock.
His tongue massaged mine and he pushed me down onto my back, as my legs stretched out in front of me. He spread my legs and took his place between them as I wrapped my arms around his neck and legs behind his back. I loved this. This was so sexy and intimate. I knew this man was going to take care of me for the rest of the night and I was so turned on by his swagger.
He kissed me and rubbed his cock against my balls and crack. We pushed our naked bodies together and both of us were making the most animalistic noises. It was frenzied.
"Are you gonna be Daddy's slutty little boy for the rest of the night, Preston?"
"Mmmm, yesss Daddy, I want that sooo bad," I couldn't believe how submissive I was being for him.
"You wanna be my slutty boy?" He reiterated the concept to me, and he pushed his fat helmet against my rosebud, teasing me as he said it. He knew the affect this would have.
"Fuckkk, ohmygod, I'm so fucking turned on for you Daddy, I want to be such a nasty slut for you, Daddy!" Who was even talking? I had the most supreme belief in this character I was playing for him. I was horny as I had ever been. He loved the way I was speaking to him and I heard him grunt into my mouth as we made out harder and he ground into me harder, as my legs seem to spread even wider, hoping he would just slip back inside me.
"Good," he sat up suddenly and his powerful arms lifted my lower body up so that my legs were bent back beside my head. My lower back was literally lifted off the bed and my cock was so hard that it was literally pointing directly downward at my face. If he somehow made me cum in this position I would give myself a facial...and I couldn't believe it, but that thought made me even hornier for some reason. What in the hetero fuck was happening to me???
I felt him lick down my balls and perineum as he kept his strong hands holding my legs and spreading my hole.
His hot tongue finally reached my anus and the tickle of his slithering lick-stick made me moan a wanton whore noise I'd never heard come out of my mouth before. It was like some sort of pheromonal mating call from the depths of my woods.
He ate me out. Like you would eat a slut out. He slapped my ass and tongue fucked me and flicked his tongue across my balls as he held me up, bent and spread.
He pulled my cheeks apart and spit his saliva into me. Again and again. He was getting me ready with his expert mouth.
"Are you ready for Daddy's cock, slut?" He asked, in between lewd, window-washer licks of my sensitive taint.
"Yessss, fuckkk meee, pleeease Daddy, I neeed it," I couldn't believe it but my sensitive ass was literally winking for more. My very tight buns wanted to be fucked again.
"You want Daddy to bareback fuck your slutty little hole? Is that what you want?" As he said this he began to lower me down so my legs were around his waist again. He was going to fuck me. I was breathing nervously fast again. I wanted it.
He reached behind my head and grabbed a brown bottle off a nearby nightstand shelf. His spit more from his mouth and it fell all over his throbbing cock. I reached out to grab his dick and stroke him.
"Yes Daddy...please fuck my ass...I wanna be your SLUT tonight...I wanna be dirty for you," I was so turned on by him. I was so turned on by the way he was talking to me, and the way it made me want to talk back to him.
"Do you know what poppers are?" He asked me, and he stuck a couple of fingers into my mouth and I sucked on him immediately like they were a second cock. God, I truly was accessing some new side of myself and it was exhilarating.
I was a very straight male. I was sure of it. I jacked off to lesbian porn. And threesomes. And cumshots. And I guess...some other things now. Fuck.
"No," I told him, and I wondered if this was some sort of special lubricant. "What are they?"
"Well...it's a fun little sex enhancer...and Daddy wants you to take a sniff." I watched him unscrew the cap of the little glass bottle and then he stuck the bottle beneath my nose. I was breathing in a little and caught a whiff of the heady chemical aroma, and felt a thrill shoot through my body. I was nervous and scared and incredibly turned on by the idea of being made to do something like this. Another mystery box was about to be checked. I was going to do as I was told to do.
"Hold your left nostril closed and take a very deep sniff with your right nostril. I'll hold the bottle for you. I want you to sniff for ten seconds. Do you understand?" He told me. And I shook my head yes.
I did as my Daddy told me. I pushed my left closed and breathed in while counting to ten in my head.
The smell wasn't necessarily pleasant, but it was evocative...in the way that gasoline fumes at a gas station can be. It felt naughty. It smelled like a club you've never been to. A newer, darker, room at the end of a sexual dreamscape.
By the time I got to the number ten, something intense was taking over my entire body. It was this breathtaking rush of dazzling warmth, and I felt a sudden high that made every part of me feel incredible.
My blood vessels dilated and my muscles relaxed and suddenly, all I wanted was Roland's giant cock thrusting inside of me. I NEEDED to be penetrated. That word specifically. PENETRATED.
"Fuckkkk meeeeeeee pleeeeasssse, Daddddddy," I moaned to him as he screwed the poppers cap on and pushed his spit-coated cock all the way into my ass like a deep sea welling rig, making Exxon richer from the very first pump.
"OHHHHHFFUGGGGHHMMMMEEEEEDADDDDDDDDDY!" His cock felt better than it had ever felt inside me. The poppers had left me feeling like a ravenous cumwhore. I wanted to be drenched in his semen.
"That's it...take Daddy's big cock and tell me what a slut you are." He demanded. His thrusts were like those pneumatic crushing arms, and my aroused ass bounced him back up and took each new impact with drunken admiration.
