So there I was standing in the toilet, my face covered in an old guys cum and my own saliva, having been paid to suck his cock. On top of that I had just been kissed by the femboy I was really crushing on, and still not fully accepting I was into guys... Confused.... Mind blown.... Excited.... Filthy... All acceptable descriptions for where I was! But I knew I wanted more -- a lot more!
I got myself cleaned up and, knowing that I'd just been paid to suck off my boss made me feel like a dirty whore.... I was so turned on by it all it was hard to keep control of my bulge! This didn't go unnoticed by Cammy, who was having a great time grazing against it as he passed, smugly looking looking back at my lustful frustration!
I was becoming more comfortable with this side of me, although I certainly wasn't 'There' yet. There was still a lot of confusion and cognitive dissonance, there was shame that I was enjoying flirting with the guys, and that I clearly fancied Cammy. Maybe even more than just red-hot lusty desire, I 'liked' him. Those feelings were still at war with the ingrained homophobia of small town Britain. Somehow, I was able to compartmentalise it while I was working in the bar, and start to allow myself to be a little more free.
As the night ended Gary was letting us out of the door, he stopped me and pulled me to one side for a word.
"We'll be in the club," Cammy said over his shoulder. Gary closed the door and bolted it. With me between him and the door.
"Hey," he whispered, His clear desire to fuck me was such a massive turn on.
"Hi," I replied, feeling his body pressing against mine. I wanted to go with Cammy to the club.... But I wanted Gary's hard cock too... It wasn't hard to decide as Gary kissed me hard and pasionately. It was a kiss that said, 'I'm going to have you.' And I wanted him to take what he wanted.
I sank to my knees, and started to unfasten his belt and trousers...
"Did you like having that old cock? Being paid for sex?" He asked sternly.
"Y...y.... Yes" I replied, releasing his semi hard member.
"Filthy little whore!" He s hissed, slapping my face with his cock. "And I'm going to fuck you like the filthy whore you are." His voice was stern but the hint of fun in it put me at ease.
"I... I am, and I should be fucked like a whore.... Please fuck me like a whore." I begged looking up into those blue eyes, desperate for his hard member.
He pushed his cock into my mouth, I started bobbing eagerly on it, his smooth end sliding over my tongue. I started trying to tease his tip with my tongue, but his hands came around my head and he thrust it down my throat, straight away I was gagging and coughing. He withdrew asking, "Are you okay?"
"yes!" I gasped. "Don't stop!"
Immediately he was back in my mouth, pounding into my throat as I choked and gagged. Then pushed his cock deep and held it there, I was unable to breathe panic started to rise but it felt so good.... Finally he withdrew, and I took a huge breath. He pulled me to my feet and bent me over a table. I heard a sachet tear and felt cold lube, my knees went weak as his tip pressed at my hole. I relaxed and his bare cock entered me... bliss. He started really hard using his hand on my shoulders for leverage. He moved his hands to my hips pulling me onto him as he thrusted, railing me like a steam train, pulling right back and ramming into me. His thrusts became more frantic until he pushed into me and held, filling me with his hot cum. He slipped out of me and I lay over the table panting and joyous. I got up and he kissed me much more tenderly.
"Did you like that?" He asked, with a knowing grin on his face. "Being treated like a dirty little whore."
