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Justin’s A Cock Whore Now
Justin lost sight of his girlfriend; the vacation was supposed to be a way for the two of them to bond again. Things had gotten a bit distant and it was her idea to get away. “Maybe this will rekindle the romance.” She said, “Maybe we can get away and have some fun.”
Not that it was much of a romance. No, Justin had never been much of a lover and this last ditch attempt by his girlfriend – she’s such a nice girl for doing this – was actually just par for the course, as far as things went with him and women; always just disappointing them and in the end the ghosting and breakups feeling more normal each and every time.
And now there he was, wandering around this strange city alone, looking for his girlfriend – she was just there a few steps away walking with him but the crowd was thick and it didn’t take much for the two of them to get separated. Justin sent her a few texts but got nothing back – nothing to worry about just yet, he figured but still probably best to keep an eye out and while he wanted to be sure she was okay the sun was shining and the city was full of energy, so he kept walking and couldn’t help but notice there was some kind of celebration going on: bright colorful flags everywhere, dance music in the air and the outdoor patios vibrant with exceptionally well groomed men enjoying drinks at the bars.
Which seemed like a good idea to Justin; a nice refreshing beverage in the sunshine amongst the comradery of men; and everyone was having such a good time – a helluva a lot more fun than he was having with the girlfriend – and no matter which way he looked, there was nothing but men everywhere so he simply walked to the closest patio entrance and found himself a seat at the bar and ordered a drink.
It wasn’t long before Justin had a drink in front of him and the guy sitting beside him said hello. “Enjoying the city?” The guy asks, his chiseled jawline moving as he speaks. “Yes.” Justin replied, “There seems to be a lot of celebrating going on and a lot of people wearing white.” The man beside him chuckled and nodded, “Yes a lot of people are wearing white – it’s the White Party.” He explains, “It’s a yearly celebration and yes, a lot of white clothing along with a lot of parties, clubbing and a lot of sex!”
Justin nearly choked on his drink. “Sex?” The handsome man chuckled again, realizing how green Justin was to the scene. “Yes, sex – it gets wild trust me, you should stick around.”
The first thing Justin thought about was his girlfriend and did she know what was going on in town. Where was she anyway? He texted her again and didn’t get an immediate response – no worries, he assumed – you’re both adults, doing adult things and no doubt later on you’ll both have lots to talk about.
“Are you expecting someone?” The man asked, noticing Justin playing with his phone. “Not really.” He answered, “Just my girlfriend – we came here for a bit of a getaway and I’m not sure she realized what’s going on but now that I think of it – I guess we were pretty lucky to get a room.”
“Ya, you were!” The man commented, surprised, “Well you’re welcome to hang out with me, I’ve got some friends in town and we’re going to chill, check things out – see where the evening goes.” Justin nodded and smiled, something about that sounded really good to him. Enjoying his beverage he allowed the pleasant vibes to wash over him – this is turning out better than he’d imagined.
Suddenly a very good looking man, almost the other guy’s twin, approaches. “Hey there!’ He says, “We just got into town. How long have you been here?” It was obvious the two knew each other. “Been here a few hours.” The other replied, “This is my new friend. He’s in town for the weekend with his girlfriend.” He continues, smirking and introducing Justin. “Oh ya?” The other questions, and then looking at Justin, “Where’s your girlfriend now?”
Gulping, Justin felt dread mixed in with excitement. Looking back and forth between the two men – the masculinity between them almost making him uncomfortable – so much manhood between them that Justin barely managed a shrug. “I don’t know where she is.” Justin shared, almost sounding pathetic and the two handsome guys laughed and patted him on the back in unison. “Hey, don’t worry about her in this town. She’s going to be just fine!” Their laughter erupts. “Now what are we going to do with you?” They speak together, looking Justin up and down, making him feel slightly uncomfortable; shy even, and it caught him off guard – these feelings – because there was nothing to get nervous about… or was there?
Justin’s train of thought was abruptly stopped as he felt one of the men, the one just a bit larger in every way than the other, place his hand on Justin’s thigh and gave it a squeeze. “What are we going to do with you?” He playfully reiterates.
Justin’s body froze but his eyes did not – wide now and very much with 20/20 vision he quickly scanned the bar, clearly recognizing the rainbow flags and the abundance of very well groomed men everywhere; my god, he thought, I’m in the middle of a Calvin Klein underwear commercial! And as though the smaller of the two men could read Justin’s mind, he commented, “You do know you are in a gay bar don’t you? During one of the most celebrated gay events of the year?”
Another gulp, and while Justin was not in the habit of hanging around in gay bars, even to the uninitiated it was obvious where he was, now that he was paying attention; and in terms of how gay this bar was – it was what could be referred to as quintessential and suddenly Justin felt a lot of eyes on him as more and more handsome gay men began to surround him. It became clear these two guys were popular.
“Who’s this you’ve got with you?” The men ask. “This is our new friend, he lost track of his girlfriend and found himself here!” A burst of laughter erupted from the group. “Did he now?” They laughed… How convenient for him!
Justin felt embarrassed as though they knew a dirty little secret; his dirty little secret – he felt his cheeks burn, being exposed even though he barely knew about what. Abruptly and with some firmness, Justin felt himself corralled, nudged and moved off his bar stool by this group of men, and then purposefully maneuvered through the bar, to the back, passing through some curtains and pushed onto his knees in the center of a dimly light room by a pair of strong hands.
Out of the corner of his eye, Justin could see the exit and while it was questionable as to how he found himself here on his knees surrounded by several hot gay men, at the same time he felt no one would stop him if he stood up and walked himself out of this place – say thanks guys but no thanks and leave – go find his girlfriend… seriously, no one would have stopped him… so why did he not go? Just get up and leave?
The truth of the matter, given the choice right then and there – to either get up off his knees and go find his girlfriend or to stay put, come what may – having a funny feeling Justin knew what was coming his way – he chose to stay because that’s what he wanted; everything he had ever dreamt about if he finally admitted the truth, everything including dropping to his knees, surrounded by hard gay cock in the midst of a gay celebration and do what comes naturally for him – a bottom cock sucking gay boy and begin to service cock – be a good boy now and service cock – that gay man Justin just met, and then service his friends cock and then all of the cock in this place. Open wide, Justin and service, suck, swallow and drain big aching cum filled gay balls; busting all over him, inside his mouth… down his throat.
It came naturally to him; sucking cock like that, a true cock whore being surrounded and used for oral servitude and it just felt so right, so fucking good sucking off so much cock. The men surrounding him and jacking their hard cocks. Some men not able to wait and just busting rope after rope of hot cum all over Justin’s face while he got skull fucked, and all the while his lil’ dick more hard than it’s ever been; and his girlfriend? Who knows, who cares! The insatiable desire growing inside of Justin to service more cock; making him feel alive, never wanting to go back to what it was like before. He won’t leave this gay place… he doesn’t have to, being a cock whore; this is where a bottom boy, good boy, cock whore should be – on his knees surrounded by big beautiful hard cock.
Do straight men refer to cock as beautiful? This question actually crossed Justin’s mind as more beautiful cock fucked his face; cock claiming him – each thrust hammering away at the straight guy he thought he was, revealing to him – and everyone else – including his girlfriend what everyone already knew, especially when she booked the room a year in advance, knowing her boyfriend better than he knew himself – knowing the white party, a huge gay celebration would be on, and knowing her boyfriend would get lost amongst all the gay men and find himself on his knees, being the horny gay boy she knew he was, finally setting Justin free – knowing he’d never come back to her… pushing Justin down the gay boi rabbit hole!
No more pussy for Justin; he’s a cock whore now.
THE END
Your Fat Wallet – Cuckold Erotica by Tara Smith
Your Big Fat Wallet. Cuckold Erotic by Tara Smith
Dropping your bags in the foyer, you are exhausted – another week long work trip; a successful work trip, so much bank being made! You are a professional success; you look like a professional success – nice hair, expensive shoes, first class flights wearing first class suits. You are a man that has arrived; the pinnacle of achievement and all of this success plus the trophy wife. Yes, such a sexy beautiful woman that you call your own. Your very own until death do you part and now that you think of it, surveying your beautiful house; where is that amazing beautiful wife? She said she’d be home.
And you can see she has been home and busy while you were away – new luxury furnishings and collectable art donning your living room almost unrecognizable now. She has been busy which brings a smile to your face; providing for your wife like that – giving her everything she needs.
What’s that noise you hear? Sounds like your wife but that other voice; deep and manly. You recognize that voice you think and you’re drawn to it as you move through your home, towards the back sliding door and out onto the sun deck and peering over the wooden ledge, looking down the steps towards your infinity pool, you see them there, laughing – your wife looks amazing, glowing in a pink bikini; a new pink bikini – drinking a martini and giggling – not laughing but giggling with her trainer; that one, Sergio – omg Sergio, the two of them laying around in chaise lounges; the expenses ones you bought last week – playing footsies – yes, she is playing footsies with her trainer Sergio, out by your infinity pool – Laying out by everything you’ve worked so hard to buy, for her, your trophy wife, hoping to keep her content while you work endless hours making your fat wallet even fatter, while your lil’ married hubby-penis shrinks.
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Watching your wife there; she’s not noticing you, even when you clear your throat, she‘s not noticing and can’t you blame her – No, you cant. She is radiant and clearly flirting with Sergio. She doesn’t look this radiant shopping does she? No, not that radiant trying to get your tired dick to pop? No. And reality sets in as you watch, no she has never looked this hot in a long time; she deserves it you think, you know she does, you cherish her so much and then you feel something emotional growing inside and you are not sure what it is: confusion? Excitement Regardless, looking at them, your wife’s hand on his chiseled thigh leaning into him, you know what’s going on, you hope not, but yes it is, you’re a smart man and taking a deep breath in, feeling utterly inadequate despite your successful business trip, you slowly make your way towards the sexy couple; yes, couple, they look like a proper happy couple and you feel like you are walking in on something.
“Hi Honey, I’m home.” You manage and you know you should at least be upset, somewhat, coming home to a scene like this but again, can you blame her? No you can’t and thinking back now, you realize she’s just been tolerant when she tells you it’s okay honey, we can fuck another time and leaves you to doze off again, the TV in the background and you think: How did this happen? When did you begin to change? Become that man?
‘Hey baby!” She greets you, smiling, her hand not leaving Sergio’s thigh, in fact was that a slight squeeze even? “So glad you’re home, we’ve been waiting for you! Let me get you a drink!”
Moving so elegantly, shapely legs, high strappy heels, ankle bracelet, Sergio has really been working your wife out; it shows and it crosses your mind; how much working out? Can stretching and Pilates really make a woman look this good? You doubt it and smile weakly as your hot wife hands you a drink, while kissing you on the cheek and whispering in your ear, “Sweetie, I love you but we’ve got to talk.”
Stepping away from you, she looks at you carefully. She needs to speak and you know you need to listen.
“Sweetie, listen to me and yes, Sergio is staying.” Your wife explains as she walks back over to him and begins to rub him. He’s so strong and handsome and she’s so beautiful with her skin glistening; her long sensual fingers all over him, his skin sun kissed with beads of sweat. It actually makes you uncomfortable how handsome he is, but also strangely watching your wife gush over him begins to stir new, exciting feelings inside you – dazed and confused, suddenly your wife’s voice breaks your trance.
“You work so hard,” she says. “You work such long hours providing this amazing life we have; amazing trips, clothes, privileges that I simply don’t take for granted. I hope you know this, but I need something more hard. Really hard and baby, you know your lil’ guy hasn’t been able to stay hard for a long long time!” She giggles, wiggling her finger towards your crotch. “And just look at you baby,” she keeps going. “You’ve gained weight. You’ve got man-tits now, you’ve become soft – like all over, I swear your dick that used to rage is getting smaller each business trip and baby, I need it hard. I like it hard! I need my man to be so, so fucking hard like Sergio here. Just look at him, so hard all over – he feels so good to touch baby and well…”
Your wife’s voice trails on about how you’ve changed. She’s trying to be loving but the truth sometimes hurts and her hands rubbing on Sergio’s body has a mesmerizing effect on you. Her hands around and around that hard sculpted body, up and down his chest, thos abs; those fucking abs! “Yes dear ,” you say. “Yes of course.” Mesmerized, confused yet despite that you do understand that while you’ve been working hard long hours building up your fat bank account and wallet; Sergio has been working long hard hours building up his man stuff: testosterone overload; his masculinity; his raw unadulterated Adonis fuck-machine masculinity and that’s the stuff money just can’t buy. That’s the stuff your wife wants, that you cannot provide no matter what and she wants it bad, she needs it like air to breath if she’s not taken it already!
And you feel it, in your pants. It’s been a while; your dic begins to rise, throbbing even – a stiffy now, wow you almost forgot what it felt like and now your wife taking sexual control rubbing on that young hard man in front of you – relentlessly staring at you – seeking your reactions while your lil’ dic stands to attention staying in your pants; feels so good the pressure, all of it – this whole thing playing out in front of you.
Your wife continues explaining: “So look, this is what I’m thinking. Listen to me baby. Are you paying attention? I’m thinking that we can all get what we want, yes? Yes baby we can. We hire out all kinds of jobs don’t we? Yes, the pool, the lawn, the laundry, well baby why don’t we just hire Sergio here to do what you can’t seem to do anymore.”
Her face was bright, that smile radiant and teasing you having fun with you – like back in the day and her tits in that hot pink bikini – so beautiful and her hot shimmering skin and you know her amazing pussy, tight and responsive that deserves to be fucked proper, really fucked until that beautiful woman squirts her love juice anywhere she wants on anyone she wants. Yes, you think giving your crotch a tight squeeze watching, feeling the hardness through your pants and then nodding your head slightly, mouth dropping opened – stunned – you know you have to agree with her.
And your wife, she doesn’t wait for an answer does she? No, leaning in taking down Sergio’s shorts she grabs his cock – a two handed grab – the base of the shaft first with easily eight inches spilling over. Then stiffening up, his cock standing hard and straight; to attention and your beautiful wife opening up her sexy lips and kissing the head. Looking at you and kissing another mans swelling cock head and then smiling sassy like, she opens wide and dives down on that cock, deep throating it, gagging it; she’s never sounded like that on your cock. Impossible really on your cock but gobbling Sergios big cock easy – wild like a nympho banshee, all over that cock. Her face getting fucked; your wife swallowing big hard dick. How long has this been going on?
Your cock is so hard in your pants, leaking pre-cum. Is there a stain showing? Making you more hard; humiliating yet actually making you throb. Standing there while your wife ecstaticly takes another mans dic; Sergio – Adonis – all that man stuff your money can’t buy fucking your wife. Mounting her now, somehow getting that huge cock up inside her, creaming her pussy – so wet all of it – fuck yes, you think – fucking hot; your dick so hard in your pants, leaking, dripping – Sergio’s cock dripping so much cock juice sliding in and out in and out – they’ve forgotten about you – or so it seems – you there alone, fully clothed, that hot sun on you watching your wife fuck – Like a porn clip, but it’s not, its’ real life and your wife is getting big proper studly cock, the cock she deserves and you won’t get in her way… good hubby… good boy… just look, watch and see how a real man fucks your wife; now that you can’t, but you can watch and as your wife begins to scream ; “Oh Sergio, oh my god Sergio, my husbands cock has never made me feel this good!” And you can only imagine and keep watching, your own cock never feeling this good, the pressure in your pants and then sergio cumming in your wife – pumping his cock – thrusting hips into her; your wife responding, moaning, cumming all over sergio and you – standing there – a good cuckold hubby actually making a cummy mess, hands free in your pants. Good hubby, it’s only proper; it’s only right now that you can’t do what needs to be done so go clean yourself up – leave the happy couple alone and go back to work.
THE END
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Exposed and Embarrassed By The Mother-In-Law: The Humiliation Of Being Mocked For Your Small Manhood.
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“You disgusting little worm!” Your mother-in-law snarled as she threw a pair of tweezers at you. “My god your penis is disgustingly small. No wonder she fucks around on you!”
Her laughter was sharp, inflicting a plethora of emotions on you as you stood there naked in the bathroom – the steam from your shower dissipating – and yes your little penis just sitting there, hanging-out in the space between your legs. Well not exactly hanging; but kinda stubby-like, looking as though erect but with a dick that small it was hard to tell, and the confusion on your face as you looked from the spot where the tweezer landed back to your mother-in-law still standing there revealed you had no idea why she threw them at you in the first place.
Not only that, but what was she doing there in your marital home? Standing in the doorway of your shower and wearing those thigh high black leather boots. You know, the ones you saw still in the shoe box in her living room the other day – her new black leather boots – and you couldn’t help yourself could you? No. You just had to pull down your pants and masturbate your pathetic penis the second you were sure no one was looking. Your sperm landing all over the carpet. So lucky you didn’t hit her boot! Remember that? And now here she is in your bathroom looking as though she can read your mind. Does she know you did that? Maybe she’s installed cameras. How long has she been keeping an eye on you?
Clearly long enough to know that your wife is out screwing the twenty-something guys from work and that’s why you were at her house that day jacking off all over her carpet. Isn’t that where you go when your wife is fucking around? When she and the boys from work head back to your house. You’ve been told not to be home when the wife is fucking around and so of course you’d head over to the in-laws house. Your mother-in-law is so much like your wife but prettier – and she doesn’t seem to mind your small dick and disgusting chronic masturbating habit. In fact she becomes utterly maniacal when you visit; you being such a cheap thrill with just how lustful you become from all this torment.
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