"So how big was he?" My hot Asian Bestie stares at me with a coy looking smile. She was holding her hands roughly six inches apart. "About this size, would you say?"
She looked really cute in her grey hoodie and tight jeans. Casually reclining in my Gamer chair in my one bedroom apartment, smiling at me. It should make me hot and horny to have my cute little best friend wanting to talk about sex so explicitly with me. The problem was she was talking about the cock I recently sucked off.
Hell, let me be honest here. The real problem is it is still making me hot. She's talking to me about sucking cock like I'm some slutty little girlfriend, and I'm liking it.
I made a token protest "Grace, why are you so fascinated by this? I thought women were supposed to think two dudes doing it is gross. I got dominated by a guy, it turned me on, and he made me blow him, except he didn't really make me do anything, I wanted to do it, okay, what more do you want to hear?"
She dropped her hands and said "Oh and who are you to decide what girls find gross? Some guy sticking his dick in your mouth sure didn't change your misogynist thinking, mister! Oh, well, if you really don't want to talk about it, we won't!" She tried to sound casual, but I could tell she was really disappointed I wouldn't talk to her about this.
I sighed, "Grace, hold out your hands." She did, still looking irritated. I pushed her hands to roughly eight inches separation. "He was more like this long, and he was thick, too, I really had to open wide to blow him. He came a lot too, I had to make several head and neck adjustments to accommodate it all."
Grace made a coy little "ohhh, mmm" pursing her lips together as she looked at the length I pushed her hands to. She looked even more intrigued by my narrative. "Ooh, you naughty little slut, your mouth got quite a workout for its first go. You really like that big dick, don't you, you little bitch boi?"
After the stud finished dumping it in my mouth, and I accommodated him, time leaped again. I was fully clothed, sitting in front of the non descript brunette again. What was her name.
"Well, sir, you seem very satisfied with your session, positively glowing! We're glad to help you relax and release some repressed tendencies. Do know if you're interested in another session, we'll need some financial information for our means scale. We assure you, sir, all information you give us is protected by a strict confidentiality agreement. We'll be e-mailing you a copy of your NDA to the e-mail address you provided. Good day."
I remember walking out at her dismissal, then turning back to look, and seeing a faded, long out of business Game Stop sign. I should have been curious, wanting to investigate this further. But I felt compelled to keep walking.
I texted Grace, telling her I went through with it. I didn't expect an immediate reply, I knew she was out with her new boyfriend Lance. I wasn't even sure it happened, except for a sore throat, and a slight salty taste in my mouth from the stud's semen. Oh, and I noticed all my body hair was gone except for my crotch. Forearms, chest, armpits, legs. What happened to me there?
I wandered home in a daze, dropping on the bed and falling asleep without changing my street clothes. Grace calls me super excited at six am. "Bruce, I just saw your text, you really did it? I mean no chickening out, you had an…experience…there? oh, you have to tell me all about it, sweetie!"
I replied "Slow down, Grace, it's six am, I have a Civil Engineering test today, I want to make sure I'm ready. I did have an…experience, I'd tell you about it, but the NDA…."
"Oh, don't worry about that! I'll show you on the copy I know they e-mailed you. "Clients of Dionysus, Inc. can discuss their experiences privately with each other, provided no portion of the conversation is in any way made available for public consumption. You can tell me all about it…"
I sighed "And I will, at my apartment, after school. Meet about 3:30 pm?" Grace sounded disappointed she had to wait, but more excited than a kid waiting to open her birthday presents. "Sure, Bruce I can wait, I guess." Her voice dropped to a sultry purr. "But you're going to tell me everything that big strong stud did to you, my bad little bitch boi…" I gave her a noncommittal "Sure, Grace." Though I knew she'd get it out of me, and I was more excited then I should be to tell her.
Taking off my old clothes, showering, and going about my morning routine seemed to focus my mind. I took the test and felt I did well, the rest of the day passed uneventfully.
I live close to campus, so I walked to school, and was walking home at 3pm when classes ended. Grace pulls up in her old VW bug, honks, and says "Trying to skip out on story time, Brucie? No way, hop in, I'll take you home." That salacious leer and sultry purr again. "Where you'll tell me all about what that big strong man did to you my naughty boi slut."
I rolled my eyes. I wasn't trying to skip out on Grace, I just assumed she'd drive straight to my apartment to meet me. But, like I said, she was like a kid waiting to unwrap her Christmas present. I jumped in and we made small talk about her day and my test. When she parked in the guest spot, she got out her phone and showed me the "private conversations between clients" clause in her NDA. She made me pull up mine to show me the exact same worded clause.
We went up the stairs, I unlocked my apartment, and Grace went in and flounced on my gamer chair, looking at me eagerly. I wasn't perturbed by the familiarity, she was a frequent and welcome guest. I pulled up an old secondhand bar chair and faced her.
"So Brucie, spill it. What happened?" When I hesitated, she seemed to get more sober, her excitement waning. "Bruce, I can tell you my story first, if it helps, I haven't told anyone in a long time." That sly Asian smile again. "I'll tell you mine, if you tell me…"
I did want to hear Grace's story, honestly. But I had so much to unpack myself, not sure I wanted to process it just right now. Just realizing how much she struggled with her race, upbringing and sexuality her freshman year brought a twinge of guilt on me for not noticing it. She was my best friend, I should've.
I told Grace I wanted to hear her story at some point, but I'd tell her mine, now. She looked happy and hunched forward with her chin on her hands to listen eagerly.
The first part of the story she just nodded and smiled, like she'd been down that road. When I got to facing the wall nude, bound and gagged, she looked kind of shocked and put her hand to her mouth. All her talk is a big strong dude… "doing something"…to me, she shouldn't have been.
She seemed really intrigued when I described my first seeing my dream stud, and being so aroused. She asked if he was hot. I said not only was he, but he made me hot.
I described our grossly unsubtle homoerotic play, the sexual tension getting more charged with each second. How badly I knew he wanted to take me, and how I really wanted to be used by him, an eager two hole whore. She just listened wide eyed, rapt.
She seemed a little shocked when we kissed, but smirked knowingly when I described him, shoving me to my knees. I could have sworn I saw a brief flicker of contempt in her eyes. Then she just got that salacious leer she got when she threw her parting shot last week. And got real interested in specific details about his cock and my mouth during the lewd act.
I should have been more irritated than I pretended, however I was really enjoying telling her this, even starting to feel some excitement about doing it again. Still being called "bitch boi" and "slut" was getting a little irritating, and I called her out on it.
She gave an adorable huff. "I'm just playing with you silly, you're sooo sensitive!" Then she looked serious, and leaned forward, holding out both her tiny hands, palm up. After a moment, I put my hands in hers.
"Bruce, I'm sorry if my teasing is going too far. Truth is, I'm really happy for you, this is the most relaxed I've seen you in a long time, maybe ever. I know you get dates and hookups, but you still seem sexually frustrated. The dream you told me about gave me an idea as to why, and how I could help. It's a hot story, not all girls are "ewww gross" about guy to guy sex, I like the details. BUT, what's important to me is it seems helpful and cathartic to you, I'm happy to see you at peace with yourself."
We just held hands like that for a while. Almost like all the intervening years hadn't happened, and we were just two geek buddies looking out for each other in the hard world of Junior High.
Then she asks "So you're going back for another session?" I release her hands in shock and stare at her for a moment.
"Uh, I don't know-www." I stutter. Grace laughs and pats my left knee. "Come on, I know you want to, we've been friends for a long time, I know your reactions. No one I know who's gone to them stops at the one session."
I do want to, but I stammer about money being tight for a few months. She looks at me seriously. "I'll cover one session, no problem."
"Uh, Grace I-." Stop Bruce, I tell myself, this is Grace, she deserves to be leveled with, at least. "Look, Grace, I appreciate you referring me to this-organization. I appreciate you being willing to pay for another…whatever with them. It did really help me accept that-I may not be entirely heterosexual. But I'm not sure I want to explore this-side of myself-any longer."
She looks at me somberly for a moment, sitting in my gamer chair. Then she quickly chucks her grey hoodie off to her right. Then she puts her hands under her beige crop top.
Before I can say anything, she beats me to it. "Okay Bruce, let's make a deal, if I show you my tits, we forget about this, appreciate our good fellowship and go on with our lives. If you stop me, I pay for your next session and you go, deal?"
I just stare at her dumbfounded. "Asian titties, or big cock. On the count of three." She says. "One." This is a perfect excuse to forget about all this. "Two", I got to second base while we were dating, I've seen her tits, they're still worth another look. Her hands tense under her crop top.
Before she can say "Three." I stop her. "Okay, Grace, I guess I can go to one more session, if you're paying, I guess."
She takes her hands out from under her crop and laughs. "Don't sound so put out, if you're turning down my tits you really want more of that dick. You can sign me on as your sponsor, and I can help you pay for as many sessions as you want. But, please, just go to one more, and we'll talk more about it after."
She got a more serious look. "Now that you've had your first experience, think a little more about what you'd like to happen, then how to articulate it when you get the Questionnaire. You've seen they're great at accommodating your fantasies, Don't be ashamed to ask, you'll get what you're asking for."
I was about to thank her, when her phone buzzed, she held up a hand to silence me. Reading the text she said "Ooh! Daddy wants to meet at his place, to slip me some of his big cock. Can't miss that! Got to run, Bruce, tell me all about your next encounter with the dick!"
She quickly headed to the door, then stopped, giving me her salacious little leer from last week. That sultry little Asian kitten purr again, with a touch of wickedness. "I guess that's something we both have in common now, liking cock." She licked her lips suggestively, but I was certain I saw contempt in her eyes this time.
She was gone before I could say anything. Not sure I would've, I should be more humiliated being treated with subtle derision by my hot BFF. I was a little, really. But like last time, I thought it would add a little extra hot spice when I got fucked.
I held out for two days this time, but exciting night visions and fantasies led me back. Again, as I first walked up, I thought I saw a faded, out of use game storefront.
Then the door pops open and the same nondescript middle-aged woman greets me. "Bruce! Welcome back, your friend Grace, one of our most valued clients, by the way, said you'd be back. She's already paid for this session. Just come in and fill out your fantasy form."
I looked at the question again, What is your most recent and powerful fantasy? I drew a blank for a long moment, then inspiration struck.
"I want to experience deeper intimacy with my Master, really please him as a good submissive should. I want not just experience, but some understanding, on why being sexually submissive to another man, satisfies me so absolutely perfectly."
Another time skip. This time I'm walking down a long hall, naked, armbindered and panel gagged. I can taste the delicious masculine taste of my stud on his undies, but I'm not hooded.
My master is behind me, my delicious HIM, again. He isn't saying anything yet, I know he simply wants me to walk ahead of him a few paces, swaying my young ass sexily. In the wordless sensual communication of this place, I KNOW he wants to stop me, bend me over, and take me, my swaying ass is really provoking him. He's too disciplined for that, though. We have a goal to reach.
Finally my Master calls me to halt in a doorway ahead of me. I stop and look around. All over the wall are television screens. In front of me, to my left, to my right. On the screens are huge delicious dicks being sucked. The suckers are women, trans women, petite, delicate men like me. The camera in each scene is focused on the dick, but what little background I can see, the dicks owners are powerful, masculine men.
HE comes up behind me, kisses the back of my neck, ooooh, undoes my panel gag. His right hand reaches around for me to spit his wadded undies in. "Tell me what you see, little slut." His voice is so powerful and arousing, but I try to focus on the question. "A room full of porno screens, women and betas sucking off real men, Master." A deep laugh, he slaps and squeezes my left butt cheek.
"Good answer, you little slut." A kiss to my left shoulder blade, ooh. "But look closer, my sweet little thing." I do, and am surprised by what I see. Between the screens are paintings of huge cocks alone and being sucked. On closer look, I see well rendered sculptures of huge penises. Each look shows another layer to this room's stunning tribute to masculine sexual energy.
Another deep chuckle. Oooh, I'm so turned on, he replies like he read my thoughts. (In this "place" maybe he did. "Good, sweetie. This is a tribute to male sexual power, one of the most powerful ways energy expresses itself in your current world. Alphas have it, Betas are attracted to it. You already know you're a Beta, though you possess a small spark of Alpha, just like the most powerful Alphas have a tiny spark of Beta."
"The point is, my little slut, it's perfectly natural to feel the way you do about me, or any other Alpha. Your society has twisted ideas and expectations, that confuse you. But seeking us out is a first step in accepting your place. I know you enjoy your place, slut." A kiss on my left shoulder blade, two more on my upper back, ooh, take me, Master!
He turns me around to face him, grasping my bare upper arms. "You want me in your ass, burn for it, but you haven't earned it yet. " His hands move from my upper arms to my shoulders, press down. I obediently kneel in front of him, his aroused length in my face, covered by silk boxers.
I take it in my mouth with an aroused growl, loving the feel of him growing in my mouth encased by the luxuriant fabric. At his command, I remove my mouth from his cock and fasten it to the top hem of his shorts. I sensuously pull them below his knees. I pop up to his raw male power, expressed through his magnificent sexual organ, right in my face.
I know I have to really prove worthy of it this time. I smile at it, coo to it, lick it slow and sensual all over. I blow a little on his glans, when he groans I kiss it, then move back with a girly giggle. I nuzzle it lovingly with my nose. When Master deems me worthy, I devour it slowly with my hot mouth, wrapping my lips around it sensually, making eye contact.
I continue to suck him, slowly, lingeringly, lovingly, showing I care about his more worthy Alpha pleasure than my own. I have one regret when he starts dumping it in my mouth again, and I eagerly consume his seed. Not yet being worthy of him banging my nasty little ass….
https://www.reddit.com/r/gaystoriesgonewild/s/gPZ3RVd0et Part 1