Turned Out

by Keith Hernandez

I lay in bed that night, unable to sleep. Gina was sleeping next to me, probably disappointed that we didn't make love. I was so horny when I got back to my place but Gina wasn't going to be home yet for hours and I couldn't resist. I wanted to save up my sexual energy for her but I broke down and jacked off instead.

Worst of all, it was Scott that I was thinking of as I rocketed to orgasm. His big hard cock, his nuts, how it felt to have his hardness in my mouth, sucking and sucking and hearing him moan and then that warm jet of sperm. I pumped my small penis and came to the images in my head, quickly feeling ashamed.

Afterwords I went to Gina's and we watched TV and went to bed with a kiss, my lips touching hers, my lips that had only a little while before had been wrapped around Big Scott's penis. After I jacked off I told myself I would end things with Scott even if it meant moving far away.

But by that night I was starting to crumble again, thinking about his body and knowing that if he wanted me, I would give in. He turned me out a couple years ago and made me gay, yes. But I was able to rebuild my male ego to the point where I was almost straight again. Almost. I had moments of weakness and I would be lying if I said I didn't think about Scott once in a while. I even had fantasies where Gina would use a strap-on and dominate me. I wondered if she would be into that. Probably not. And I was too scared to ask.

I laid there and thought about what I would do when the next text came, from Scott, telling me where to meet him. Who was I kidding? He would get me to service him.

Swallowing my pride

I didn't have to wait long. The next day Scott buzzed me and told me to meet him at his hotel again. When I got there the pillow was on the floor. I knew it was my place; it was for me and in a few moments I was kneeling there, obediently waiting for him to stand over me.

When he came over I didn't say anything, I just unsnapped his jeans and took out his cock.

My God it's huge

. I stroked it lovingly with both hands and then looking sheepishly up at him, I started to suck on the head.

It's warm smoothness filled my mouth and my own dick ached. I had been hard on the drive over thinking about getting on my knees like a girl. Now here I was, on my knees giving head once again.

Scott cupped the back of my neck and pulled me down deeper, causing me to gag. He pulled out and took off his jeans then stood and spread his legs. This lowered him to my level a bit and gave me more access to his balls. I sucked on his testicles and pulled them away, stretching them until they slipped from my sucking lips with a pop.

Scott liked that, groaning and saying, "Nice...a good bitch doesn't forget about my nuts. Get in there girl. Get in deep."

I looked up at him and his command over me was all over his face, his eyes meeting my mine and a smirk creeping across his lips. "You love my big cock, don't you?"

I could only moan and inwardly cringe from the truth. "You're going to suck my cock and I'm going to come in your mouth and you're going to swallow every drop, aren't you? Say it..."

"No..." I shook my head a little with my lips around his balls. I knew I was going to do everything he said but I couldn't admit it.

His took his hard dick in his hand and pulled my chin up from his nuts. I opened and expected him to shove it in but he didn't. He held it just outside of reach while I held my mouth open and my tongue out.

"Say it," he said, looking me right in the eye.

"Ok...I'm going to suck you off."

"No, say exactly what I say...I'm going to suck your big cock."

I looked down and swallowed my pride, "I'm going to...suck your big cock."

"You can come in my mouth."

"You can come in...my mouth," I said, my voice getting softer as I surrendered.

At that he let me have it, and I sucked hard, squeezing his balls and stroking, embarrassed that I had to say what he told me.

Maybe Scott was annoyed with me, maybe he just wanted to establish dominance, but for the next minute or two it got rough. He stretched my cheek out a couple times until I thought it would rip, and he kept pushing hard against my throat. He was fully erect and from that angle it just kept gagging me and making me choke, tears filling my eyes as I gasped and tried to keep up with his huge alpha pecker.

Finally he pulled me up and pushed me onto the bed, positioning me for a deep, throat-fucking session. I hated when he did that to me, and I used to always try and avoid it. It was a little scary, but I didn't fight him or protest this time. I knew what he wanted and I knew I had to do it.

Scott leaned over me and slid his enormous cock into my mouth and down my throat. I lay with my head hanging over the bed and his thick penis buried in my windpipe up to his pubes. I tried not to panic and tried to believe that he wouldn't suffocate me but it was difficult under any circumstances and I was definitely out of practice.

My chest spasmed and my eyes bulged and I gripped his thighs and squeezed, hoping he would pull out. He did, but only for a moment, pushing back in firmly with a long groan. Finally he withdrew again and I twisted around and I clawed for breath, breathing in deeply while I had a second.

He didn't let me off the hook. He took my head in his hands and wobbled his meat-stick until he found my mouth again, sliding in all the way and then pumping in and out. It was killing me but I fought against the panic and tried to take it as best I could. This went on for another couple of minutes and I was almost drowning in my phlegm and tears and snot but Scott was unrelenting, using my mouth and throat like a pussy until he was ready to come.

"You want me to breed your throat bitch? Or you want me to come all over your face? Hmm? Answer me cocksucker," Scott said, knowing full well I couldn't say a word while he was face-fucking me. He was rocking harder now, thrusting and getting ready to explode. He would pull out and I would catch my breath for a moment before the abuse of my gullet continued.

"Come on bitch, where you want it? Down your throat?"

At that I tried to shake my head a little and gag a little louder. I didn't want him to come down my throat even though I wanted the assault to end as soon as I could. I was past the panic...I knew Scott wasn't going to choke me, he was giving me time to breathe, but the throat-fucking was almost more than I could take. The sound of my gacking and gurgling filled the room.

"Okay bitch...get on your knees. Hurry!" Scott pulled out and stepped back, his swollen manhood in two hands.

I scrambled around, dizzy, until I knelt and looked up at him, mouth open for him. The next thing I knew a blast of jizz hit me square in the face with enough force that you could hear an audible "splat" followed by my gasp of surprise.

One rope after another then rained down on me. Two, three, four, five...I lost track of how many spurts were jacked off right in my face. Scott always came so much. When he groaned to completion my face was absolutely covered in sperm. It was so warm...I could smell it and pursing my lips I could taste it too.

I opened my eyes, well one anyway, and Scott was standing with his head back and his fist squeezing his alpha cock. It was as gigantic as I had ever seen it...the head purple from orgasm...a drop of spunk hanging from the tip. I knew what to do. I leaned forward and tongued the tip, getting the last drop and then sliding my mouth over the bulbous cock head to gently suck until he pulled away, unable to take any more.

I started to scoop the cum off of my my face and lick my lips but Scott stopped me. "Wear it...wear it out of here girlfriend. I mean it--show your man off. Go home and don't clean off one bit until you get there." He pulled up his jeans and looked at my dumbfounded face.

"I wonder what Gina will think when you walk in covered in my cum?"

"You can't be serious," I said, slumping against the bed.

"Maybe she won't be home," he said. "I don't know you guys' schedule." Scott zipped up and grabbed his keys, before turning to give me a stern look. "But I want a snap when you get there...hear me?"

I didn't say anything, but I stood up on shaky legs, my face and hair wet and looking like I was just in a Peter North video. I gave the slightest, most defeated nod you ever saw.

I knew Gina wasn't going to be at my house, so it wasn't the end of the world when I got home. I did get a sideways glance from a guy in the parking garage as I popped in another cough drop for my sore throat. I went into the bathroom and dutifully snapped myself in the mirror, his mark all over me.

It was making me rock-hard to think about how I had gone down on him, been used like a cheap whore, and forced to take a facial and then wear it home. I sat on the toilet and pumped myself off again, coming with a raspy cry and spraying my small amount so hard I almost fell off the seat.

Losing my grip

The next day I gave Scott head again. When I got there I saw his boy-butter sitting out and I turned to run out the door but he grabbed my arm and pulled me in like he owned me. I talked my way out of getting fucked up the ass and started to suck him off, but this was probably not going to keep him satisfied much longer.

About halfway through he started to use his cock like a billy club on my face, smacking it against me as hard as he could. I'm not going to lie, it hurt. It was his way of letting me know that this period of anal healing was coming to an end. Scott liked to possess me fully and without any concession. He made me get on all fours and while he sat, I rocked back and forth, taking his cock down my throat while he leaned over and pawed my ass cheeks.

"Fuck...mmmm you have the best ass...look at these peaches. From now on you better prep this cunt for Daddy, you hear me? You know how I like my pussy. Ohh fuck suck that big cock bitch..."

Finally he grabbed my head and pumped furiously, spurting semen down my throat, in my mouth, on my face. I lapped it up and licked him clean. Cock, balls, taint, everything. I serviced him like a little bitch and then got the hell out of there.

This was not going to last. I ate dinner with Gina and brought up a vacation, a little get-away for just the two of us. She couldn't right now, she said, and shouldn't we be saving a little money, she said. That night I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw that Scott had posted on my facebook page about how nice it was to "catch up," with a wink emoji. Gina saw it too and asked about it.

"Yeah he's an old buddy of mine from a couple years ago that moved, now he's back," I said.

He's back alright...he's back and he's going to be bending me over any day now unless I can get the hell out of town.

"I didn't ever mention him before?" I steered the conversation away from Scott as fast as I could.

The next afternoon Scott showed up unannounced at work. There were people around but I still felt nervous. We chatted and for a minute we were just old friends shooting the breeze. But he announced he was going to the mall and told me to come with him. He didn't ask. He just ordered me to go. And I did. I wasn't going to challenge him, especially in front of anyone.

So he put his hand around the back of my neck and steered my out of my office into his car. I wondered if he was going to make me blow him in the parking lot but no, we actually went to the mall and Scott started to run through a list of things he needed for his new place.

His hands were on me though. He would grab my arm and pull me, he would put his hand on the small of my back and push me. It felt like one of his hands was on me the whole time. He never missed a chance to squeeze my bottom. His hands were so big he had a way of grabbing my ass that let him squeeze my cheek and get fingers into my crack all at the same time.

We sat on a bench and he pulled me up onto his lap, pressing me down into his crotch while I straddled him and tried to get away.

"Stop man! Dude wait! There's people all over," I said. He held me with one of his strong arms while taking a drink from his pop. He just laughed at me as I wiggled.

"Dude? Stop it? You think anyone cares if I have a bottom boy on my lap?"

"But what if someone you know sees you? They will think you're...that we're..."

"You're what? What? Gay?" He chortled again as I managed to squirm away a little bit without making a scene, but I was still straddling one of his big thighs while his arm was around my waist.

"Man, everyone I care about already knows I dabble in ass. I don't care who sees me. Now you on the other hand..."

I must have been bright red from shame as people strolled by. Me, a grown man, was being held on my top's knee like a little girl. Finally I pushed on his knee with both hands and lifted myself up and got my leg free enough to get back on the bench.

Scott's boner was unmistakeable in his Levis and he adjusted it, saying "Let's go" and pulled me up.

I gathered up his stuff, which I had been carrying like his man-servant, and he grabbed me around my bicep and pulled me towards an alternative clothing store that was run by a gay couple.

With my arm lifted up awkwardly and his long stride I had to practically run to keep from falling. When we got into the store he snapped his finger and demanded a change room. Some customers and a couple of workers looked at us funny as we made our way to the back. Finally one of the workers stopped us.

"We've got change rooms over here sir, but you have to leave your bags."

Scott popped me on the butt and I hustled over to the counter and put the bags down.

I heard Scott talking to the guy and caught him saying something about me being engaged and a straight guy needs a strong hand. Scott's pants were bulging obscenely...his engorged state could not be missed.

As soon as I was within arms reach he grabbed me under the armpit and whisked me past everyone. All of the onlookers stared...we must have been quite the sight, with Big Scott and his giant erection tenting his pants while he dragged his helpless bottom to a change room for God knows what.

As if to leave no doubt about what was going to happen he announced to no one in particular, "I'm about to burst!"

I was being completely emasculated by Scott but all I could do was whine, "What did you tell that guy? What did you tell him?"

No one listened to me and Scott threw open the door to a change room. They were tiny--really just a stall, with a single chair, mirrors on both sides, and the door didn't go all the way to the floor. But Scott announced that it would do and in we went.

"No Scott, not like this, not here...everyone saw us," I pleaded as he tore off his shirt. "Everyone will know!"

Then Scott did something he had never done before. He grabbed my face in his strong hands and kissed me. Hard. He jammed his thick tongue into my mouth and pressed into me so hard my jaw and lips hurt. He swirled around inside my mouth as a moan of surprise and pain escaped me.

I was lifted up on my tiptoes and an electric charge shot straight to my crotch and my asshole. My pink pucker clenched...and my resistance evaporated.

When he finally broke the kiss he sucked my neck for a moment and raked my throat with his stubble. My legs gave out and I sunk to my knees, ashamed but overwhelmed. Scott popped his pants open and they fell to the floor. Freed, and with no underwear, his giant cock sprang out almost fully hard.

I took it into my wet mouth, sucking as hard and deep as I could. He sighed loudly and sat down, stretching out his legs until they stuck out the bottom of the stall. I wiggled into a comfortable cock-suck and my feet stuck out too, in between his. It was clear to everyone that I was down on my knees blowing the big stud.

It must have been so obvious, with his big feet on the outside, my smaller ones on the inside, both sticking out from the bottom of the stall into the little hallway where people could see. The unmistakeable sound of someone giving head emanated throughout the change room. His moans, my moans, the smacking and slurping as I worshipped his huge penis.

The worst part was the mirror. As I sucked him off I couldn't help but see myself. I wanted to close my eyes...it was so humiliating. On my knees, my head bobbing up and down with my mouth stretched obscenely over Scott's thick cock.

But I couldn't look away as the massive cock slid in and out. It popped loose a couple of times and I licked all around the head and up and down the underside of his shaft before going back to work like a hungry slut. I was turned on watching myself service a bigger, stronger, man, even as I was ashamed to my very core.

It didn't take long before Scott erupted. He made a token effort to keep quiet but it was obvious to all that I had succeeded in finishing him off. "Yeeeeeahhhhhhhhhh....ahhh ahh!"

I took the first shot in my mouth and as I pumped and sucked even harder, a second huge blast filled my mouth and I swallowed the hot sperm. I gasped for breath and pumped the cock up and down faster. Cum flew all over. It hit my face, Scott's thighs, and his chest.

Scott's ass rose off the chair as his orgasm peaked. Cum oozed out of his tip and down the back of my hand. I was in a fog of cock-lust and I immediately licked up every drop of cum that I could see. I licked my hand and wrist, sucked semen off his thighs and stomach and balls. My own dick ached, untouched.

What snapped me out of it was my reflection in the mirror. There was a long streak of jizz running down the mirror, just like the string of jizz sliding down my cheek. I couldn't believe where I was or what I was doing.

Who am I?

I rested my head on Scott's thigh and waited for his next command, utterly defeated by my lust, and by Scott.

We untangled ourselves and I wiped my face on my shirt, streaking it with nut. Scott walked out of the change room ahead of me and was greeted with a smattering of applause and a couple of hoots from the customers who had been watching, listening, and waiting for us to emerge. I felt my face turn crimson again and I tried to shrink behind Scott.

He stopped suddenly and snapped his fingers at the counter. I remembered the bags and slunk over to retrieve them. As I picked them up and hurried to rejoin Scott, the guy at the register waved and said, "Say hi to your fiancee!" drawing laughter from the crowd. I wanted to crawl into a hole. But all I could do was follow Scott as he sauntered out to the parking lot, satisfied.

To be continued...

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Copyright Keith Hernandez