Josh Turned Out: a Prequel

I wrote this a couple of years ago and didn't finish it at the time. My writing ebbs and flows and lots of stuff doesn't get finished I'm sorry to say. Then I had a computer go down. Probably 60 stories, this included that might have been lost. I had a spare computer so I didn't put much effort into recovery until recently.

What I realized when I found this was this was the foundation of my Bending Cory story. It's the same and different. One of Jake's earlier conquests before Cory. A prequel I guess. I'm now going back and reading what else is there and there may be some others coming if I can finish them. Comments appreciated.

That moment of epiphany when you feel that blunt flesh against your most private part. The one only doctor's see normally. Or lovers. Well lover is not really right. Implying familiarity. In this case the familiarity was a couple of texts and sucking that flesh just a few minutes before.

A little longer than average, being the sudden connoisseur of cocks that I was. He had a nice girth too. Not too fat but I was certainly going to feel him up there. Circumcised with a classic shape. Yes he would do quite nicely.

Back to where we were. I gave a little shake of my ass when I felt him there and then the pressure. That nice pressure that tells your hole to relax and enjoy the moment he slides in.

"Oooh baby... That's it... Right there... Give me that big cock"

My ring swelled with him. The path right but that breach not there yet.... Ahhhhh. Right there and the twinge of it hits as I pant and try to will my hole to relax. I haven't done this of often yet. Something I intended to correct.

He slides in an inch or two and I press my hand back against his thigh. "Give me a second.... Uhhhhh."

His hand slides over my ass. Rubbing and then it creeps around my hip. Gripping my half hard shaft. I had lost my hard on with the penetration but that wasn't unusual I found. It didn't mean I wouldn't come. More of acknowledgment that it wasn't going to get used beyond spilling my cum.

"You're hot and tight. Feels so good on my cock. Gonna love fucking you. Just relax that hole. We got all the time in the world."

He jacked me as he whispered in my ear. And he was feeding me more of him. The shaft slipping through the greased ways slowly and I arched to present my ass to him.

"Yeah baby... Serve it up" and this was all the invitation he needed to inject the rest of him in to me. My head came up and I knew my mouth opened to echo the shape of my asshole as he pressed against me and got every last inch into me.

"God... Fuck... Gimme that cock... Fuck it feels good..."

"Yeah you got it all... Gonna fuck you deep... Breed you.... You okay with me breeding you... You said it was okay... "

I had. Carried away with the texting and wanting it. I was on prep knowing I was going to slut it up. And I wanted it. The natural result of getting sodomized... A hole filled with cum... Extracted because you did a good job.

"Breed me deep... Gimme your babies."

"Fuck yeah... You're a hot little slut."

His cock was sliding in and out then. Fucking me. I had mostly relaxed. Sometimes feeling a twinge but also the hints of pleasure from my gland. When his hand gripped my shaft and stroked to match his thrusts the pleasure intensity increased.

"Fuck.. Fuck.. Fuck..."

I was a slut for it. Something I had learned since the breakup. I hadn't done it a lot. This was my third time and each had made the fire just a little bit brighter. I still was attracted to women but wasn't pursuing them right now either. Instead I was pursuing this. Close to anonymous fucks. With other men. And I was the one getting fucked.

Two years before...

The first time was an accident really. There were two bars there and I went into the wrong one. It wasn't busy yet and there were a mix of men and women but I really didn't notice it was mostly men and they weren't buddies hanging out. A little lonely I was a perfect pickup. Interesting discussion, more than a few drinks and I hadn't been laid in three months.

He was charming. Would have been dropping panties everywhere if that was his goal. Turns out his goal was to get into my boxers and he did. Three Jack and cokes had my inhibitions down and the offer of a blowjob had me back at his nearby apartment.

It was an out of body experience in some ways. My mind wandering as he pushed me back on his very stylish, masculine bed and sucked my soul out through my cock. Playing me with a skill I didn't even know existed. After months of cum boiled up into his talented mouth I didn't object to the massage that had me purring and erect again.

His mouth descended again and it was just as good. So good that I didn't object to the finger rubbing my taint. In a blissful state when it stroked my untouched asshole. Going with the flow when the fingertip anointed and then penetrated. Over the moon when it rubbed my unknown gland. Malleable when the second finger began massaging my inner walls.

I think I must have had my eyes closed when he put on the condom and lubricated himself. My eyes flew open when he tugged me to the edge of his bed and pressed my legs back.

It's a vulnerable position that one. Bent in half, entire crotch exposed and I was very aware that my entire backside was wet with lube and vulnerable. "Uhhhhh..." I was going to voice an objection. I know I was.

"Shhh baby... I've taken a lot of cherries. You're ready" and I felt that first prod of another man's dick and slim tapered form went right in my well prepared hole.

"Oh God.... " It was a combination of shock, pleasure, alcohol, need, and opportunity. I'm guessing now after having had a few experiences that the booze, massage and blowjob had me so relaxed that his slim cock had no problems.

Try objecting when your knees are up and a man is thrusting solidly up your ass. It doesn't happen. He took my virginity as cleanly as possible and trying to be honest, it felt good. Like an internal massage. But it was difficult to reconcile what was happening.

I was the penetrated partner. Submitting to him and taking a cock into me as he strove to get off in my body. I had a man fucking me. Like a woman with legs wide accepting him. And for some reason I was ok with it although in the back of my mind I struggled to accept it. There was no denying he was fucking me. Like a cheap tramp.

There was a respite. A brief moment of finish as he pulled out and I thought he was done with me. But that was dashed as he simply twisted my legs so I was on my belly and there was no mistaking the hard flesh poking me from behind.

I moaned like a little whore when he shafted me again from behind this time. There was something too erotic about his hips riding my ass they did. The stimulation of the sheets below on my cock was a concern. And he was hitting something in me that felt good. I can only describe it as pleasure that filled a tank like water. When it was full I exploded into another set of muscle tremors as my balls emptied into those silky sheets which had set me off.

"So hot baby. Love when a man comes on my cock. I'm fucking close too. Such a tight little asshole... Fuck..."

The same muscle paroxysms I had just went through were evident in him as he thrust deeply into my body and mashed my ass cheeks wide with his intrusion. His cock jerking with each ejaculation into the thin condom that separated our skin.

The worst part is he didn't pull out afterwards but lay there on top of me. His softening cock shrinking its way out of my rectum as he whispered in my ear.

"You were fantastic. Best fuck I've had in a long time. You're so fucking hot I'm gonna be ready to go again in not too long. Let's get you cleaned up. Just stay there."

He slipped from inside me and I gave a little groan at the sensation. The new experience of a dilated anus focusing all my attention there. Would it ever get back to normal size or be the same? Did this make me gay? So intent was my self-analysis that I barely recognized that he was back with warm wash clothes and he wiped me down there which was both comforting and unsettling at the same time. I wasn't used to be taken care of.

Malleable as I was I complied when he rolled me over and cleaned my belly where my cum smeared itself. My cock couldn't help but harden again either when he bathed it in his mouth again.

He was poised over me on all fours and despite my misgivings my hips began rising of their own volition. My guess is this prompted him to rotate. His cock and balls dangled right there and he paused to look down and spread his legs to lower them to my lips.

I hadn't noticed it before but my nose twitched with his man musk. Maybe despite washing off the scents were a result of the first sex but they were overpowering. And I didn't know how to categorize them. It wasn't the sweet smell of a woman but a musky, powerful smell that both revolted me and drew me in. It was punctuated by the drips of liquid from the tip. They wicked across my lips as the head touched them and into my mouth. Salty and something else and the head nudged my lips apart as I became his cocksucker for the first time.

Cocks are surprisingly large in your mouth I discovered and I had to place a hand on his pelvis to limit his depth. Perhaps I should have worked harder too because after a few minutes he lifted off of me to my relief. The relief was short lived however because he easily manhandled me onto my front again and pulled up my hips to expose deflowered hole to him yet again.

It was that classic pose. The receptive partner's ass high in the air, waiting to be mounted like an in heat bitch. And mount me he did after lube was squeezed out and another condom slipped on.

It was a much more aggressive fuck from the start. None of the niceties and pauses because he didn't have to. It was freshly plowed ground and open to him. There's something primal about that position too. Whether giver or receiver. As receiver it was inherently submissive. I was bent over for his cock and his pelvis slammed into my ass and his balls tapped mine. He had hold of my hips too. Controlling them. Pulling them back into him as we fucked.

He slapped my ass too. Like he was a rodeo cowboy and at one point a hand was at the back of my neck. The lack of eye contact giving a detached feel to it. I was being used. Thoroughly used. As a fuck doll and strangely it didn't bother me. In fact it gave a little thrill to my shame.

When finally he finished the way I knew was the sudden openness of my hole as he pulled free then the warm spurts announced themselves on my back as he pulled off the condom.

There was a lot it seemed. One shot hit the back of my neck and I found my hair matted back there the next day. Some in the small of my back and a sizeable amount found its way into my crack as he rubbed it in with his cock. I didn't object when he slipped it back in me but then realized he must be bare.

"Condom" I muttered but knew it didn't matter now. The risk was taken and if he had something I was vulnerable. There was no way after getting fucked in the ass that my sore hole wasn't receptive.

He pulled out but didn't apologize. "Don't worry, I'm clean" was the closest thing I heard to an apology.

That sort of set the mood. I pulled on my clothes despite the state of my back and his spend. I had to get out of there. That same sense of detachment was there too but there was a liquid ache in my backside that brought everything home. I had just been fucked up the ass twice and sucked a cock.

I didn't sleep well that night until basically collapsing due to exhaustion in the wee hours of the morning. My self-identity was in tatters. Absolutely destroyed who I thought I was. All the casual cruelty of junior high words came back. I was a cocksucker. A fag. Queer. And the more biblical reference, a sodomite. I wasn't even the pitcher but the catcher. Fucked up the ass twice and I liked it enough that I came.

Even worse, just walking was a reminder of what happened and I swear I could still feel the burn of his cum all over my back despite having showered several times. It was like a mark, a brand. Newly fucked faggot here. I forced myself to walk normally the first day back at work despite the ache from my backside.

And then the physical reminders passed but I wish I could say the mental ones diminished as fast. I wasn't too picky about the women I found to hook up with and I was compensating in our coupling too. One called me out on it and she was right although she didn't know the why of it. So I knocked it off and became more discriminating again. To the point I hadn't actually gotten laid for several months. Oh and I had gone and go tested with no apparent STDs picked up which was a small favor.

Now I had avoided the area of town where that first tryst originated. It was a combination of out of sight, out of mind and probably a more deep seated fear that HE would be there. Telling everyone about my deflowering. That I was a bottom who he'd fucked and had suck.

You'd rightly be questioning why that was important. It was a gay bar. I wasn't the first or last and certainly wasn't the first notch on his bedpost. But he HAD me in a conjugal way and couldn't shake the knowledge that there was one man in the world who had fucked me.

The problem was that what turned out to be the best bar in town for meeting women was nearby and I had been told to try it by more than one person. Except for the mistaken identity that was where I was supposed to be that night.

So I steeled myself to go to that part of town again and go to the right bar. So I did. Ran into some people from work and we bought each other rounds and by 10 pm I had been overserved.

Despite having a good time the night wasn't a fruitful with the ladies. I danced with a couple but they were mostly women out to have a good time rather than hookup or look for anyone new. Stumbling out it seemed like I wasn't going to get any sexual relief that night.

It was my drink addled brain I'm sure that sent me in that direction. After all the best blowjob I had ever gotten was from a gay man. I could find a cocksucker and take care of it. That's what I'd do. I'd find one of those fem guys that were there and just a get a BJ. Wasn't the same as giving one and certainly wasn't the same as getting fucked.

Jake wasn't physically all that big compared to me. I was a big guy. Almost 6-5 and a solid 230. The pink shirt made me think feminine and he was receptive when I bought him a drink. And receptive again when I talked about getting out of there. He lived closer so we went to his place.

I figured it out slowly. The first hint when he stripped off and what I thought was as thin, more feminine body turned out to be hard ropey muscle. And then there was the thick erect meat that protruded rigidly from his middle. Disproportionately large. Longer than my six inches and much thicker too. Proudly erect was the words that came to mind.

"Strip off baby" that was the second sign that I might have misjudged the situation but the what the hell, drink fortified me did just that.

Then there was no distance between us. His hard body against mine and a hand that pulled my head down for a kiss while the other fondled me. My genitals got some attention but fingers slipped into my crack after pulling me close against his groin. One pressing against my hole unerringly.

He dominated me. The energy eclipsing anything I had. Tugged to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed he pushed me back and blew me.

It was every bit as good as the first time and I was congratulating myself. I was getting close when he stopped but the respite was just to have his tongue extend down below my balls and I moaned like a little whore as my taint was bathed. Those moans were exceeded by the sounds I made as his tongue rimmed my hole and made love to it.

I made it easier too. Gripping the backs of my thighs and pulling back to raise my hips to allow for that magic tongue. A sense of doubt crept in and was banished when a finger went in. It simply felt too good and I hung on that edge of wanting to come but not quite there as he stroked my prostate like an expert. Lube added to aid in his fingering which became vigorous as he licked my ball sack.

It was fantastic and I blissed out for a minute before realizing it had stopped. My eyes popped open to see him toss the lube on the bed as his thick erection glistened with it. "Uh...uh... Condom" I whispered. The biggest objection I could voice. Not that what I had planned for, a simple blow job. And here I was, poised to be fucked again. My drunken brain castigated me.

"I'm clean and on prep. I trust you..." was his answer as one hand fisted himself and felt for my hole. The other grabbed me by the back of my right thigh and pushed backwards.

The finger felt and found the entrance and what followed was feeling of my asshole protesting vehemently against the couple of inches up it. "Breathe it out... That's a fucking tight boy pussy you got. You'll get used to it."

His hand was free now that he had impaled me and had both thighs pressed up, presenting me in a way that meant I was going to have every last bit of that fat cock coming out from my exposed backside. He was pulsing his cock with small little thrusts too. I puffed like a pregnant woman trying to relax.

It must have been a standard approach for him with his size and he held a small bottle beneath my nose. "Fuck" I moaned as the poppers went straight to my head but I felt my ass unclench from its tense state.

Jake took advantage of it to slide in until his ball reached my crease. "Always works. Should call them pussy openers instead of poppers." It slithered in and out now. Not fast but enough to make me moan from the gland pressure of that fat thing.

"Yeah that's it. All the boys moan when I get up them and they relax. Enjoy getting their pussy fucked so good. Giving it up like a good girl." He ramped up the pace and I gave a little whimper.

It was so big. It was wrecking me I know. Making my anus a gaping maw fitted to his cock. I'd never be tight again after this I was sure. Deeper than I thought was possible. I could feel the tug of what must be the inner ring acquiescing to being his receptacle.

There were the sounds too. My grunts, his grunts, the wet flesh, the smack of hips to ass, the liquid slurp of the vacuum his cock created. It was disgusting and beautiful and it had my cock hard as can be against my belly.

"Uhh... Uhhh... Uhhh " he was grinning above me as he fucked. Knowing the effect he was having. Knowing the power of his big dick. "Let it go baby, come on my cock. You got it... Just let it go so I can breed your boy pussy... "

I'm not sure why those words set me off. I realized that he was going to come in me. Breed me. Like any bitch. I'd be a bitch.

The jism rocketed out my cock poised ominously above me and ominous was the right word as I dumped my load in enormous spurts over my upper chest, neck and face in self-bukkake.

"That's it girly... Give it up..." he fucked me harder and my nerves were hyper-sensitive now. "Fuck... " he grunted and I felt him jerk way up in my rectum and there was more liquid.

There was no gentle cuddling after that. He pulled out which produced another groan from me and we went to his shower where he soaped me up and had me do the same. It's surprisingly intimate to have someone was your freshly fucked hole.

Likewise handling his heavy package and cleaning it was something new but also dangerous because it stood erect again.

I didn't say anything as he shut off the water and then toweled us off before adjourning back to the bedroom

"Cialis helps but you're fucking hot too" he gestured to his rampant cock. Not diminished at all despite having depositing a load of his jizz up my ass. I could feel it there too. The washing not getting something placed so deeply.