I had never thought of myself as being gay but there I was driving to what was apparently my second date with a man. The first date had been a bit of a surprise. We met through friends at a party and went for drinks a few days later for what I thought was just two straight guys hanging out. At the end of the night he told me he had a great time and that he wanted to see me again, then he stepped in, grabbed my ass and kissed me. I was shocked and horrified and incredibly turned on all at once. I was in such shell shock I was unable to tell him I was straight.
How straight I was became increasingly unclear after that kiss. I couldn't get him out of my mind, every time I thought of the kiss I would become instantly hard. I had masturbated thinking of him, and even fingered my ass in the shower. Was I gay? I didn't know but I was more excited and nervous on the drive to the bar than I had ever been in my entire life.
I arrived at the bar and he was sitting in a dimly lit booth waiting. He stood and hugged me and we sat and ordered drinks. Slowly we inched closer together as we got more and more drinks until we were both tipsy and sitting so close we were touching.
"I'm going to go out on a limb and guess you've never been with a man before?" he calmly spoke as he looked deeply into my eyes. I gulped and nervously replied "Not yet." without breaking eye contact. He laughed and replied "Yet. Good, I'm glad we're on the same page".
He then took my hand and placed it on his crotch as he put his arm around me and pulled me in close. I don't know why but I instinctively started to rub his cock through his pants and a big smile came over his face.
He touched his lips to my ear and said "It's not too late to change your mind, but here's what you need to know. I'm a man, an alpha, and a dominant top. That means if we pursue anything you will be a bottom, and I will make you beg me to take you. You will beg me to suck my cock, you will beg me to fuck your virgin ass, and eventually you will beg to be my bitch. If you don't want that we can pay our bar tab and go. If you do want it then look me in the eyes and ask if you can stroke my cock." He was so masculine and dominant. The way he laid it out without even asking my opinion, and especially the way he used the word bitch had me harder than I'd ever been in my entire life.
"Please." I heard myself say without evening thinking, "Please can I stroke your cock!". And there it was. He smiled knowingly, he knew I had just surrendered and he would get anything and everything he wanted from me. Looking in his eyes I knew I wouldn't be able to say no.
He suddenly stood and beckoned me to follow as he handed the server a tremendous amount of money to cover the tip and tab. We walked outside into the dark parking lot where his car was parked all the way in the back. He pushed me up against his SUV and kissed me deeply as he squeezed my ass and pressed into me with his crotch.
Then he stopped and said "Well you asked me for it... go ahead." as he pushed his hips toward me.
I trembled as I opened his fly and reached in. My hand found a hard, warm cock that was monstrously bigger than mine. I pulled it out and looked down at nine inches of thick beautiful cock that literally made my mouth water.
We kissed as I slowly stroked his gorgeous cock. In that moment the feeling of surrendering to his kiss, and the way his cock felt in my hand was heaven. As my hand glided up and down his now pre-cum soaked member he moaned into my mouth. His moan was masculine, powerful, it was a growl and a warning that I had pushed an alpha to a point he would never be pulled away from, and I loved it. I loved that I was submitting to a real man. I moaned, but not like him, mine was feminine and submissive. My moan was girly, weak, and verbal consent for him to take what was his. With that suddenly he opened the door to the back seat and told me to get in. He didn't ask, he told me, and I complied.
The door shut and thanks to the tinted windows we were truly alone for the first time. He pulled me close to his side so I was almost sitting in his lap. He grabbed the back of my head roughly and took my mouth with his tongue. As me made out next to each other I continued to stroke his perfect cock. I was now moving my hand faster and more boldly. I began to explore his cock and massaged it from balls to tip.
He then yanked me with his hand still on the back of my head and broke our kiss. Slowly but with undeniable will he pushed my head toward his cock. I was terrified and excited. I looked down as his massive dick moved closer and closer to my face. We both knew what it was. He had decided to truly take my mouth and I had become to submissive to this man to even consider saying no. I wasn't sure if I wanted to suck his cock but I knew either way I wasn't going to say no. As his mighty cock filled my vision my mouth began to water and I felt genuine sexual excitement over the notion of making this man cum.
As my head reached his powerful cock my lips lightly touched the head. He then pulled back on my hair. "I told you I would make you beg me to suck my cock." he stated matter of factly, almost as though he was simply reminding me. But this was no simple thing. He was requiring me to submit so thoroughly to him that I beg to be allowed to have him fuck my mouth. To comply meant permanently becoming a bitch, a submissive, a sock sucker.