When I woke Sunday morning, I was completely nude. I'd showered and removed my makeup before bed. The image in the mirror as I pissed standing up was totally male. I was clearly a man, in appearance at least. Sure, I was totally hairless, but that didn't make me less male.
Inside I didn't feel manly. I didn't feel independent, willful, or strong. I felt vulnerable and it was erotic and intoxicating. As a straight man, being fucked by another man should have been horrifying, but the level of submission required to take cock up my sore ass was electric. My mind was never at rest, I had so many questions about myself and my new situation.
I had sucked dick, and enjoyed it. Even swallowing cum brought me pleasure. Not because I like cum, but because I had to allow another man to put his cum in my mouth before I could swallow it. I wanted to suck cock again. I wanted to submit to being used again.
My asshole hurt. There was no doubt Roger's cock was much bigger than average. He'd torn my anus when he took my cherry. But even with the discomfort, I wanted it again. Not because I was attracted to Roger, or because I loved him, but because he fucked hard and I wanted to feel helpless at the hands of a strong man.
Was I now gay, or bi? I didn't feel gay. I didn't look at men with hunger. I didn't want a meaningful relationship with a man. I just wanted to be walked over, spit on, and humiliated by someone stronger than me. I wanted to submit to someone I couldn't over power or fight back against. I wanted to be used in such a way that I had no choice but to take what I was given.
Sally watched the video of me getting my cherry popped the night before while I was showering. She loved it. She kept laughing at how excited I was to get my asshole destroyed by our future brother-in-law. As I finished pissing, I could hear the TV from the other room. She was watching it again.
Dressing normally, I made a decision. I wasn't going to over think things, I was just going to enjoy what I was experiencing.
Sally: Damn bitch, I can't believe how hard he was ramming his cock into you, look at you getting banged against that table. You look so fragile.
Me: I'm heading back over to Roger and Larry's place. It was a mess when I left and I feel bad I didn't stay to help clean up. I'll probably be a couple hours.
The look on my wife's face was priceless. She couldn't decide whether to be surprised, excited, or worried. She settled on a giggling smirk.
Sally: Good luck champ. Use lots of lube.
Larry opened the door when I arrived, and Sally must have called ahead because he didn't seem surprised to see me. It felt a bit awkward this time. I was dressed normally, there was no pretext for me to hide behind.
Once the door was closed, I wasn't sure what to do, so I did the most submissive thing I could think of. Without even properly entering the home I knelt in front of Larry and pulled his short down. Leaning in, I took his flaccid cock into my mouth. I didn't even day hello.
Larry: That's a good little bitch. That feels nice, keep doing that with your tongue. Yeah right there on the tip of my cock. Oh yeah.
His cock swelled in my mouth and his hand found the back of my head. Soon I was bobbing my head in rhythm with his thrusts as he fucked my face. This was the first time Larry's cock had been in my mouth. His dick was smooth, not veiny at all and his circumcised cockhead was spongy against the softness of my throat.
When he came, he held my head in place by grabbing my hair. He pulled out and jacked his cum on my face. The hot wet spurts splashed my forehead, cheeks, lips and chin. He adjusted his aim with each discharge to get maximum coverage. He laughed at my surprise and shock, then stepped back and took a picture of me, kneeling in the foyer of his home, face covered with his cum. He sent it to my wife.