It was Thursday evening, and I stood there naked, excited – though my head spun in uncertainty as I looked in the mirror.
I was still struggling with what I wanted, and I had been like that all day. Was it Richard? Was it another Suzy? Or was it something entirely different? My rational thoughts continued to wrestle with what my body was telling me; I was deeply unsure.
I thought back to last night. From my hotel room, I had called Richard, uncertain. The day’s negative thoughts of what happened the night before with Richard had bubbled up and collected in my head. I told him that I had changed my mind – I wasn’t coming over tonight – and that I needed another day to think and come to terms with what happened between us.
However, as we talked, I found myself softening while my penis hardened. The maelstrom of emotions that I had carried all that day simply evaporated as Richard and I chatted away.
As we talked, he had enquired how my university course had gone that day.
“A lot better,” I had replied, which was true.
The metrology course that I was on had suddenly become clearer. This clarity was very different from the confused thoughts I had about my sexual experiences with Richard. Those remained muddled and unclear.
Then laughter erupted when he shared a short, amusing story about my university course professor, and any resistance to meeting Richard once again melted.
It wasn’t until he turned the conversation to unexpected compliments about me, my body, and what we had gotten up to the night before that it turned sexual.
I found myself naked on my hotel bed, holding my erect penis in my hand while we slowly masturbated and talked on the phone.
As we both stroked, Richard quietly told me what he would like to do to me tonight, my ears only catching what I wanted to hear. Over the phone, we had wanked together, with him whispering yet controlling my imminent ejaculation.
He had used soft words as he instructed me, making sure my hand took only slow, long, and very pleasurable strokes. Richard told me that he didn’t want me cumming too soon and that I needed to edge myself. With me listening to his every word and the minutes ticking by, I became his plaything.
On that phone call, I completely folded, and any doubts about seeing Richard again disappeared. Once again, I agreed to meet him at ‘The Queens Head’, the pub where he was staying.
It was only with that settled that I had been allowed to speed up the rhythmic strokes of my hand as Richard urged me “to cum”. When I did, my jism spurted high into the air before splashing down onto my stomach.
Once that was decided, he continued to tell me what he planned to do to me tomorrow night. That he was going to be “more forceful” with me. They were two words that sent an expectant shiver slowly slithering up my spine.
My mind returned to the present, my eyes once again focused on the mirror and my reflection.
Last night, Richard had requested one other thing, which in my moment of bliss, I had agreed to. He had asked me to shave off all my pubic hair before I met him tonight. He had told me that he wanted to turn me into his “twink.”
At the time, I didn’t know what he meant, so I then asked Richard if he could explain.
Now, as I looked at my naked body, what he had said to me was precisely what I saw reflected. There was my youthful, almost girlish face above my skinny, twenty-year-old body, which now did not have a single hair on it.
I looked young and odd; the experience felt strange and unusual.
However, my six-inch penis stood erect. Proudly, indicating that it enjoyed this new feeling—that tonight, I wanted to be Richard’s twink. It was with that wicked thought that another, stronger shiver full of anticipation went down my spine and made my dick twitch.
Not wanting to wait any longer, I reached for my clothes. It was time to go and see Richard.
This time, as I walked into the Queens Head pub, there was no doubt why I was going there. It was to see Richard and have sex with him.
Stay the night.
We had made it very clear to each other that tonight would be all about having sex.
Richard was near the bar, chatting with four other men. He smiled as soon as he saw me, and then we somewhat formally shook hands. But as we did so, he surprised me by pulling me close and pecking me on the lips. It was my first public kiss with another man.
“What are you having?” Richard asked.
His hand, which was around my waist, steered me towards the bar before it dropped lower and gently rested on my bottom. It felt like Richard was asserting his authority, claiming me.
This felt all very open. I had thought Richard and I would just slip quietly up to his room, just like we had done two nights ago, but no, tonight seemed different — very public.
Then, with my pint in my hand, Richard introduced me to George and Gary and Simon and Mitchel, the two homosexual couples whom he had been talking to.
I blushed when Richard introduced me as his new partner, and I felt slightly flustered when he told the other four men that I had recently come out as gay. It made me silently query myself, especially when no one seemed to question my “partner’s” statement.
From that moment on, the conversation flowed between the six of us. But Richard’s hand was doing most of the talking as it rested on my bottom. Its almost unnoticed presence sent little ripples of pleasure to my cock, a poignant reminder of the events that were about to unfold tonight.
Then, in what felt like no time, we were all saying our goodbyes, and Richard took me by the hand and led me to where I wanted to go – his rented room. This was so different, so public, from how it happened two nights before.
On entering, I glanced around. It appeared unchanged, with Richard’s bed made, the armchair in the corner, the ensuite bathroom, and the butterflies still fluttering in the depths of my stomach.
Yet, in those forty-eight hours, everything was so different… I was now ready for this!
Richard pushed me back against the wall, just like he had done on Tuesday, but there the similarity ended as our mouths forcefully found one another’s. I knew our urgent snog was just the prelude to my complete surrender to him.
As our tongues danced, his hands dropped to the button on my jeans, and a few seconds later, I felt them drop away, pooling around my ankles.
Richard broke away and glanced down at my six-inch engorged cock, which was straining in my boxers. Then, he looked up and into my blue eyes and grinned, his hand still keeping me pressed against the wall.
He huskily stated, “Mark, tonight I’m going to make you my bitch, but first, let’s see if you did what I asked you to do last night.”
With those words, he released me. He then slid two large fingers into the waistband of my boxers and tugged them down. Richard smiled as my bald, erect cock popped into view. Precum was leaking from its tip.
Richard’s brown eyes locked with my blue ones.
“Tonight I’m yours,” I breathed; my voice was nothing more than an expectant whisper.
My partner was still fully clothed, his eyes still staring into mine as I felt his hand wrap around my cock.
I gasped as he started to gently stroke me.
Richard grinned at me and whispered, “Tonight you’re my twink.”
Then, before I could say anything, he dropped to his knees and wrapped his lips around my dribbling member as he tasted me.
“Fuck!” I muttered to myself as my balls suddenly tightened.
My eyes wanted to look downwards and watch Richard fellate me, but I already knew I was in danger of cumming far too soon. So instead, I looked ahead and closed my eyes. Then I slowly counted the alphabet, each letter accompanied by a ripple of sexual titillation that emanated from my cock.
“Mark, you are not to cum,” Richard ordered, likely noticing the grimace on my face.
“I won’t,” was my reflex reply.
However, I was unsure, especially as he swirled his tongue around my cock’s tip and then gently slid his mouth down my rock-hard member. I desperately counted, my eyes still shut.
This was pleasurable torture. I wanted this. I needed this, but in a fleeting moment, I knew it could be all over – that I would climax.
Richard’s head bobbed, and I bit my tongue to hold back a gasp. Then, as jism dribbled from my cock, his mouth briefly moved away.
He then told me, “You can only cum once you have serviced me.”
“Fuck!” I muttered once again, this time louder, as his tongue flicked down my shaft and then licked my aching balls. He was making sure I suffered this sweet torture.
Richard’s words hadn’t surprised me. When we were speaking on the phone, he told me that, as this was not my first time, he was going to be more forceful with me tonight.
Then with one last suck, he licked my precum off my bursting cock and stood just as quickly as he had gone down on me.
“Now you can service me.”
Although Richard’s words were merely a statement, they sounded more like an invitation for me to receive my reward – sucking his large cock.
With any reservations long gone, I willingly stepped out of my puddled jeans and dropped to my knees in front of Richard.
There, I unzipped his fly. Then, carefully, I tugged down his trousers and boxers. His stiff, eight-inch cock sprang into view, and its large mushroom head looked menacingly back at me. The absence of hair around it now felt surprisingly normal.
This was my reward, and knowing the cock’s owner was watching me, I attentively took the thick, stiff member into my mouth. Carefully, I ran my tongue around its bulbous head, my action bringing a slow, encouraging growl from Richard.
As I continued, my penis remained erect, precum still leaking from it.
On instinct, I wrapped my hand around his engorged cock and used it to guide my mouth up and down his member. I began by licking him, mirroring Richard’s previous actions with me, and then drew him into my stretched mouth, swirling my tongue around its mushroom head.
A rumbling groan escaped his mouth as my actions seemed to ignite his lust.
He almost automatically started to thrust forward, pushing his large cock deeper into my mouth. As he did so, Richard’s large hands gripped the back of my head, forcing his dick to the back of my willing throat.
I tried my best to take its full length, his thrusting now raw fucking, his large, mushroom-headed cock now rhythmically going in and out of my mouth while drool leaked past my lips and precum dripped from my dick.
Yet, I wasn’t allowed to cum.
I gagged. Then I coughed, and Richard eased his manhood out of my mouth, the drool now hanging from it, my cock throbbing, my balls aching for their release.
“Relax, my cum slut,” Richard commanded and then added slightly more softly, “You are going to take it all.”
With a glance upwards, I nodded and wiped the drool away. I then opened my willing mouth and took him inside. My cock was now largely forgotten as I concentrated on pleasing my partner as he continued to fuck my mouth.
Once again, my mouth accepted his cock, and this time my throat adjusted better to his size as he started to penetrate me and then fuck my orifice. As he did so, Richard encouraged me that I was doing well, not so much in words but in satisfying groans and occasionally strangled growls.
I thought Richard was about to ejaculate either down my throat or directly into my face. However, he somewhat surprisingly pulled his cock out of my mouth. Then he lifted me to my feet while my penis remained rigid and ejaculate continued leaking from its tip.
“Strip, Mark. I want you fully naked when I fuck you.”
I kicked off my shoes and removed my T-shirt while Richard took off all his clothes as well. Then, with little ceremony, he guided me to the armchair. I sat down on it and watched him lube his erect cock.
A pleasurable shiver went down my spine. I want this, that exquisite feeling of having the powerful man’s cock, my partner, anally fucking me. I wanted to take my aching dick into my hand, wank, and relieve my painful tight balls.
Yet, I knew I couldn’t. Not without permission.
Without a word, Richard lifted my legs high into the air until they rested on his shoulders. He lubed and stretched my back passage as my cock twitched in anticipation. I had not stopped leaking precum since we had commenced our sexual activity.
Then Richard spoke, the silence broken, but not the anticipation. “I will go slowly… at first.”
As those last two words registered in my brain, Richard slowly guided his powerful cock into me, inch by inch.
I gasped and then grinned – my cock twitched at the pleasurable feeling.
Slowly, Richard eased himself into me. My anal sphincter stretched as it adjusted to the welcome intrusion of my partner’s cock. Then a little more lube; its coldness so different from my hot, stretched arsehole.
“Fuck!” was the only word I cried out as Richard buried himself in me to the hilt.
Then I groaned. That pleasurable feeling turned into pure bliss; my partner now started to take long, slow strokes as he began to fuck me. Little sensations, nuggets of pure bliss, emanated from my rear passage; there was no pain.
My lover was simply taking me.
With my ankles resting on Richard’s shoulders, he started to forcefully pump into me, bringing gurgling groans from deep within my throat.
“You like that, my bitch?” Richard asked the question with a deep, manly grunt.
“Yes,” I whispered in reply; my cock, oozing precum, was now wafting in the air with his every stroke.
We fucked, his cock’s strokes increasing in power and pace.
I groaned again, louder, and a wicked thought passed through my head – he was breeding me!
Richard’s cock was now fucking me with so much gusto.
I cried out, almost unconsciously, “Yes! Breed me!”
My words surprised me and seemed to spur Richard on, his cock pummelling my arse with a rapid, unrelenting tempo. While my dick continued to leak its precum, my stomach was now plastered with its nectar.
Then, in unison, we groaned; it was more of a roar as I felt his cock twitch inside me. He was cumming. There was no talk of withdrawing or pumping his jism over me.
He was breeding me!
I groaned again, and without touching my penis, I shot my own cum all over my stomach, my chest, and even my face, as Richard filled my bowels with his seed.
For both of us, it had been an intense climax, and we just lay there. Although Richard’s cum now leaked from me and dribbled onto the floor, his shrinking cock remained inside my ass.
I grabbed a couple of tissues and started to clean up.
“Did you enjoy me being more forceful?” Richard panted as he slipped out of me.
“Yes!” was my one-word answer.
However, as I stood in the shower, I realised I hadn’t finished processing the question and needed time to understand my sexuality.
That forceful fuck was only the start of our night together. Richard performed oral sex on me and later penetrated me anally once again, this time more gently.
Then, with both of us sated, we slept together, and we talked. Unlike Tuesday night, I did not rush back to my hotel room, worrying about what I had just done.
As I went to leave in the morning, Richard suggested that if I passed my university metrology course, I could come and work for him at his company. He would also help me find somewhere to stay.
It was a genuine offer. He was trying to encourage me to pass my course, and if my job disappeared, there was a fallback solution.
I thanked him, not knowing if I would take him up on his offer. He was aware that my job was somewhat unstable, but I had no way of knowing whether I would pass the course.
But there was something else… I wasn’t sure of my sexuality.
Was I bisexual or gay?
3 Months Later
It was Friday night, and I walked into my local. Despite gaining the metrology qualification, my job had stalled, and there was even talk of further redundancies. Life still felt difficult and filled with uncertainties.
Then, across the crowded pub, I saw Suzy, my ex. It was the first time I had seen her since finishing my metrology course. She was sitting there with a couple of friends, and I observed that she didn’t have a boyfriend. I had heard rumours that they’d broken up.
She looked up, our eyes met, and she smiled at me before giving a little wave.
I smiled back, but with that smile came the realisation—I was over her.
And I knew what I wanted.
So, with a warm feeling, I reached for my phone and dialled the number I knew so well.
That number was Richard’s…
It was time to change my life, to take up his job offer and, above all… come out to my family as being gay.
The End
Author’s Note:- All characters engaged in sexual acts are 18+ ©2025 wxt55uk. This story may not be reproduced in any manner without the express permission of the author.
