Round Two

After going home after my night with Zayne, I slept for hours. My ass, back, and my calves ached, which made me question myself. What am I doing and why am I so easily manipulated into submitting myself, to this torture and allowing my manhood to be taken from me with little resistance? I let myself get owned, without really fighting, every time I see a cock.

Tiffany made me curious, I get that, but that New Year's Eve Party broke me mentally. All that army training I had done, can't discipline me enough against it. I have a weakness, and its cock and cum, I have little self-will to resist to it.

While sleeping I kept hearing my mind shouting at me, faggot, faggot, faggot. When I rose out of bed some ten hours later, I was drenched in sweat. I tossed my soiled boxers to a corner. Then I wandered naked to my bathroom and glanced at myself in the mirror.

What a pathetic excuse of an asshole with a pathetic five-inch boner I was sporting. I spent the next two days at my mother's place moping around.

I am used to running five miles in the morning, so lazing about for two days, was making me stir-crazy. My lower back still ached, and my calves were still stiff, but my butt was ready for another round. So, I decided to go for a walk and try to walk it off, after a few minutes I was jogging. By the time I was back home, I tried to stretch out my calves by the park. From there I walked around the block, and back home.

After lunch, I went for another walk, this time near Zayne's place, where he spotted me. He came out and we chatted. To cut a long story short, he invited me over to his house, once his mother had left for work and the place was empty. He said he'd call me later around 5:00 PM.

At 5:30 PM Zayne rang me and said that his mom was going to work at 7:00 PM, so if I wanted to come over, to come by around after 7:00 PM.

As walked by the park, a part of me felt nervous and almost changed my mind about going. Then there was that small part of me that wondered if it would be another cock night. I was wearing denim cut-off shorts over my boxers, a T-shirt, a vest, a beanie, and running shoes.

It was near 8:00 PM when I rang Zayne's doorbell, and I was let inside. Zayne wore only boxer shorts.

We both drank some sort of spirit, maybe vodka, then he led me to his bedroom basement.

While then trotted down the stairs, he grabbed me by the back of my shorts and pulled me into him. Once in his room he started ravenously kissing me from behind, I wasn't accustomed to kissing guys yet. I could feel the bulge of his cock bump into my rear, as he embraced me.

I could tell that he was already hard and in between breaths, he started calling me all sorts of nasty words. They felt insulting and I was tempted into thumping him but restrained myself. Words he called me were, "a dirty faggot", "whore", and "pussy."

Then he made quick work of my vest, then my denim cut-off shorts, and then my shoes. Soon, we were both naked, he went back to kissing me, and then sucked on my nipples. He started caressing my hard cock, while kissing my nipples. This made me moan, and moan when his mouth swallowed my cock in one gulp. Luckily his mom was out as I let out a loud moan and his door wasn't shut.

I was captivated just watching him devouring my cock in his mouth, in and out, it went. While he sucked, he reached around and started to finger my ass. Another hand was caressing my balls as he sucked.

Instinctively I slowly began to spread my legs apart, as the sucking and fingering were driving me crazy. It won't be long before I was going to climax, I thought. I was moaning more and more, while the build-up was close.

I then, reach behind and grabbed his hand that was fingering my ass. "Faster," I said.

Instead of fingering me faster, he stopped altogether and shoved me onto his bed.

He walked away from me and grabbed something from a drawer. Then he joined me on his bed. From there, we got into a 69 position and started sucking each other's cocks. I'm too eager and took too much in at first and started to gag. I was too caught up, not trying to gag to notice, that the something he took from his drawer was, in fact, lube. So, while we sucked each other off, he rubbed lube over his fingers.

Then he slid two fingers into my ass, which caused me to let out an orgasmic moan, which was muffled by the cock filling my mouth. Zayne had to stop sucking me because I'd lost control and was moving my hips to the motion of his hand. I arched my back and let out a loud moan, as my ass was gloriously fingered.

"Fuck me, fuck me with your cock," I growled impatiently as I couldn't help myself. All my early procrastinating was behind me. With that, he pulled his hand out from my ass, making it feel exposed and empty. It wasn't for long.

He soon got me into position on my back and had my legs placed over his shoulders, and soon filled my hungry ass with his cock. For the next three months, this position would become one of our favorites.

He stared right into my eyes while rubbing lube all over his cock. His knees were on my shoulders, while my ass hung over the edge of the bed, waiting for him to enter. I gave him a nod of yes, a sign meaning, to go for it.

"I'm all yours for the taking Zee, breed me," I confidently said, staring into his eyes.

With that said, he then tried to slide his cock inside the entrance of my ass. I bit my bottom lip as it spread open and filled my ass. He inched inside ever so slowly, and every inch went deeper and deeper. When he slid in a little further, his cock broke me open and sent me over the edge to heaven.

"Mmm, yeah feels good," I was moaning. He stared into my eyes and gave me a wink.

Then he slowly started to grind into me and fuck me. the pressure was building, and it made me start to pant a bit. It felt so good once he broke my resistance, it felt better than good, it felt awesome. What a feeling, the pressure was still there but the pleasure was overruling the discomfort. I was in heaven and moaning like a bitch.

For the first time, I started to imagine this is how women feel lying on their backs, legs in the air, and watching their men slide in and out of them. It felt so good, his cock sliding in and out of my willing ass.

My continued moaning inspired him to up the ante. There I was with my arms spread out and gripping hold of his sheets like my life depended upon it, and with my heels locked in an embrace around his neck. Then he reached out and interlocked our hands and between one and another's fingers.

"Oh god, oh god, don't stop, fuck me, oh fuck me," I pleaded, as his thrusts become harder and harder. The simple thrusting was so intense that I felt like the high I get when I'm fucking or wanking. The only difference was that I wasn't touching my balls or cock, no one was! I knew I was close to losing the contents of my balls, and so did he.

"Oh god, that feels so good, oh god," I moaned. Zayne went up a gear and fucked me hard and fast, at first. I started crying in pleasure, I had no choice but to his hands in our grip.

"Oh fuck, oh fucking shit, oh fuck," I screamed, as I began to squirt out rope after rope of cum all over my chest. I release my grip on his hands and absorb the flow-on effect of my orgasm. Zayne still squeezed my hands and continued to pound the hell out of my ass. I was in heaven and mumbling gibberish.

Zayne kept pumping into me for a few more minutes, I just lay there taking it, and in blissful pleasure. I let go and stream after stream of cum squirted out of my limp cock, he sneaked a wry smile at this.

"Ok, I'm getting close, are you ready to have your ass bred?" Zayne said with some excitement.

"Go on, give it to me, breed me," I responded, I was already in my orgasmic wave. I felt his cock let go inside of me, as his thrusts slowed, then he pushed deep into me and groaned. Zayne then thrust another couple more times and my ass is filled with his cum. His thrusts ground to a halt, and then he soon collapses on top of me.

We just lay there panting and looking at each other before he proceeded to bite my neck like a vampire. His now shrinking cock slowly slips out from my ass, and his cum slowly trickles out from it. He rolls off and away from me and to the other side of the bed, making my legs flop off his shoulders and off the edge of the bed with a thud.

In no time at all, I notice the emptiness of my ass and the throbbing. The slight breeze blowing thru my gaping ass made me smile. I then slightly move to my side and raise a leg to investigate my asshole. I insert a finger inside my gaping ass, causing more cum to trickle out.

Zayne leaves the bed and puts some porn on his TV, then he goes to his wardrobe. I lay there playing with my asshole, as bisexual porn was played on the screen.

When he returned, he had a bottle of vodka and shot glasses, I sit up. We soon gulp down a shot each, within seconds. Zayne then rolls a fat joint of weed, which is passed around. We take more shots of vodka

A few minutes pass before we start cuddling and making out. Before we knew it, we started getting worked up for round two. My mouth was salivating with lust in no time. I couldn't help myself and dropped to the floor on my knees and swooped on his cock, and in my mouth, it went.

I sucked on his cock for a few minutes before he grabbed my head and started gyrating his hips into my jaw, with his balls slapping my chin, with each thrust. He continued to fuck my face for a few more minutes, forcing me to take deep long breaths.

Then he gives me respite and pushes me off his cock and lifts me up and hugs me on the bed. Then he sinks his teeth into my neck and bites me like a vampire again. He continues biting into my neck, while groping my body, and spreading my ass cheeks apart.

With him biting my neck and then nipples, he soon starts fingering my ass. I felt light-headed and lightly moan, as I lay on my back just taking his mauling.

"Ready for round two, lover," He whispers. I didn't respond, I just lay on my back. Action speaks louder than words, as I raise my knees and grip them. As I grip my knees, I'm exposing my ass to him. He climbs on top of me and forces my knees onto his shoulders again. I feel his cock easily enter my ass, and round two begins.

"That was easy-peasy, your ass is so loose now," he says. In no time he's fucking me, and my entire body is shaking with pleasure. I'm timing my breathing to his forward thrusts. I can feel every inch of his cock slide in and out of my willing ass.

"Oh god Zane, it feels so good," by now I've wrapped my legs around his back and neck again. "Fuck me hard, oh God it feels so good," I say moaning. We fucked for minutes, I could help to glance at the TV and imaging I was in the sex scenes.

We were lucky we were in a house alone, with his groaning and grunting, and my moaning, it was enough to wake the dead. I reckon had his mother come home early from work, the racket we made would have freaked her out.

Luckily for us, she didn't, and we probably would have kept fucking, and faced the music later.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming, Tricksy," he calls out. I can feel his hips buckle slightly. Zayne lets out an almighty grunt then a groin and then collapses on top of me. My lifeless legs slide off his shoulders and now are clinging to his lower back.

I can feel his sweaty body on top of me and his smelly armpits. He kisses me on the face and passes out on top of me.

I'm still a bit horny, so I continue to grind my hips, wanting more cock in me. All I got was his cock slowly shrinking and sliding out from inside my ass.

I couldn't move so, I kept grinding my hips with his corpse lying on top of me.

My sloppy cock was sandwiched between his chest and mine, with me rocking and grinding on the bed. After a while of this, my cock finally let go and squirted cum between my chest and his, now I feel better.

About five-or-so minutes later, Zayne hops off me and cleans himself off with a towel, then tosses the moist towel to me.

I then wash up and get dressed, before gingerly walking home, past the park. No sign of Tiffany and her friend today, well not at 2:00 AM.

Two days later, we were at it again.

For the next few weeks, while his mom works the late shift, this became routine. To think while at school, Zayne used to be my lackey and I used to belittle him and anyone who acted slightly nerdy, girly, or queer. At school, I wouldn't have given up my soul, and become some dude's bitch. Well, how things change, and thank Tiffany for grooming me into the joys of anal sex.

While I am getting fucked by Zayne on a regular basis, the less of that guy who trained with the military, and my past, is left of me. I have been also noticing that my muscle mass was starting to decrease, the more I slacked off. Also, I was becoming less and less fearful of what I was becoming. That is, a bona fide cock-Queen.

Continued....