After going home after my night with Zayne, I slept for hours. My ass, back, and my calves ached, which made me question myself. What am I doing and why am I so easily manipulated into submitting myself, to this torture and allowing my manhood to be taken from me with little resistance? I let myself get owned, without really fighting, every time I see a cock.
Tiffany made me curious, I get that, but that New Year's Eve Party broke me mentally. All that army training I had done, can't discipline me enough against it. I have a weakness, and its cock and cum, I have little self-will to resist to it.
While sleeping I kept hearing my mind shouting at me, faggot, faggot, faggot. When I rose out of bed some ten hours later, I was drenched in sweat. I tossed my soiled boxers to a corner. Then I wandered naked to my bathroom and glanced at myself in the mirror.
What a pathetic excuse of an asshole with a pathetic five-inch boner I was sporting. I spent the next two days at my mother's place moping around.
I am used to running five miles in the morning, so lazing about for two days, was making me stir-crazy. My lower back still ached, and my calves were still stiff, but my butt was ready for another round. So, I decided to go for a walk and try to walk it off, after a few minutes I was jogging. By the time I was back home, I tried to stretch out my calves by the park. From there I walked around the block, and back home.
After lunch, I went for another walk, this time near Zayne's place, where he spotted me. He came out and we chatted. To cut a long story short, he invited me over to his house, once his mother had left for work and the place was empty. He said he'd call me later around 5:00 PM.
At 5:30 PM Zayne rang me and said that his mom was going to work at 7:00 PM, so if I wanted to come over, to come by around after 7:00 PM.
As walked by the park, a part of me felt nervous and almost changed my mind about going. Then there was that small part of me that wondered if it would be another cock night. I was wearing denim cut-off shorts over my boxers, a T-shirt, a vest, a beanie, and running shoes.
It was near 8:00 PM when I rang Zayne's doorbell, and I was let inside. Zayne wore only boxer shorts.
We both drank some sort of spirit, maybe vodka, then he led me to his bedroom basement.
While then trotted down the stairs, he grabbed me by the back of my shorts and pulled me into him. Once in his room he started ravenously kissing me from behind, I wasn't accustomed to kissing guys yet. I could feel the bulge of his cock bump into my rear, as he embraced me.
I could tell that he was already hard and in between breaths, he started calling me all sorts of nasty words. They felt insulting and I was tempted into thumping him but restrained myself. Words he called me were, "a dirty faggot", "whore", and "pussy."
Then he made quick work of my vest, then my denim cut-off shorts, and then my shoes. Soon, we were both naked, he went back to kissing me, and then sucked on my nipples. He started caressing my hard cock, while kissing my nipples. This made me moan, and moan when his mouth swallowed my cock in one gulp. Luckily his mom was out as I let out a loud moan and his door wasn't shut.
I was captivated just watching him devouring my cock in his mouth, in and out, it went. While he sucked, he reached around and started to finger my ass. Another hand was caressing my balls as he sucked.
Instinctively I slowly began to spread my legs apart, as the sucking and fingering were driving me crazy. It won't be long before I was going to climax, I thought. I was moaning more and more, while the build-up was close.
I then, reach behind and grabbed his hand that was fingering my ass. "Faster," I said.
Instead of fingering me faster, he stopped altogether and shoved me onto his bed.
He walked away from me and grabbed something from a drawer. Then he joined me on his bed. From there, we got into a 69 position and started sucking each other's cocks. I'm too eager and took too much in at first and started to gag. I was too caught up, not trying to gag to notice, that the something he took from his drawer was, in fact, lube. So, while we sucked each other off, he rubbed lube over his fingers.
Then he slid two fingers into my ass, which caused me to let out an orgasmic moan, which was muffled by the cock filling my mouth. Zayne had to stop sucking me because I'd lost control and was moving my hips to the motion of his hand. I arched my back and let out a loud moan, as my ass was gloriously fingered.
