les histoires de chrislebo

My mind was in a quandary, but my dick was hard. I could still taste Tan's pungent nectar delivered right from the source. My hand wanted to grasp my "clit" as he called it but I remembered his admonition. I feared that somehow he'd know...that he'd figure out I came and not let me have any more of his hard dick. Damn, had it been less than 24 hours since I first submitted to this Vietnamese punk? My mind was in turmoil now...what had I let happen to me?

Before I could dwell any more on these thoughts, Alex yelled from the living room, "Dude, get out here and pick up your cuckolds brownie. My girlfriend's coming over and I want the place looking like it should!" He wasn't asking, he was ordering. I was about to run out immediately as if he were Tan but then remembered I was naked.

Thankfully, my robe was on the floor by the door and I hurriedly put it on. I went out and saw a very perplexed Alex. "Matt, what's going on? You never leave your clothes in the living room?"

While I was trying to think of an answer, his cell phone rang. It was his Mom and I knew she'd talk his ear off for at least 15 minutes. That was my clue to grab and go -- to run to my room and put my clothes on and get out the door before I had to answer his question. Hopefully, he'd forget before I saw him either later that afternoon or Sunday when he returned from his date—presuming she asked him to stay over.

I needed some fresh air and space to think so I decided to go for a walk in the local park. Being Saturday, there were many people out and about. Men and women were at the baseball diamond watching little juniors play and I ran across a bunch of teenagers playing Frisbee together. I sat on the edge and just watched them for a while. They seemed so natural and comfortable with themselves. The guys bantered and showed off their talents—their shirts off and teen muscles bare for all to see. My eyes were drawn to them. Just last week I would have looked at the girls they were with and tried to imagine what sex with them would be like. But now I wondered about these boys—around Tan's age—and what their cocks would be like.

The thoughts running through my head and the red engorging my cock unsettled me! I had to get out of there, clear my head, and fast before my cock, small as it was, humiliated me further.

I decided to grab some fast food and go home. There was a Chinese joint nearby and I went by planning on getting some General Tso's chicken and an egg roll. There was a guy around Huan's age at the counter and seeing him made me immediately think of Huan and Tan and I got hard. I stuttered my order and my face went red as my hand touched his with the money. He was a skinny dude but obviously strong from the long hours and work in his family's restaurant. The guy must have figured out my attraction because he just winked and smiled as he gave me my change. Before giving me my bag, he leaned forward and whispered just loud enough for me to hear, "Stop by again and next time I'll give you some special Chinese sauce, fresh and home-made."

I didn't know how to react and simply mumred, "Thank you" which made him howl with mirth. Damn—was I that obvious? I had eaten at that place numerous times and never had that happen!

I left the Chinese joint as fast as reamisterably could, but made the fateful decision to look back as I went out the door. The guy at the counter was waiting, knowingly for me and gave me a knowing wink. I felt all my red rush to my face that was a reaction anyone could see. Damn—I was a wreck.

Thankfully, Alex was out when I returned and as I sat down at our small kitchen table to eat lunch I found a note he'd left for me. Apparently, I'd left my cell phone on the kitchen counter in my rush to get out of our apartment. Alex had kindly answered it while I was out. The note said, "A guy named Tan called. He said to keep tonight free in case he can stop by and see you. Who's Tan? Someone from work?"

I could only hope his date would keep him far away from home tonight. What would I do if they came by here and found me with a 16-year-old Vietnamese kid humping my ass? The thought made me shudder and at the same time got me hard.

With trying to figure out what to say to Alex and how to deal with Tan, my head felt as if it would blow off. I simply couldn't think any more. Instead, I went to my room and crashed. I was out like a light at 3:00 p.m. in the afternoon.

Even in my relax, there was no respite. Alex was taunting me, asking if I was gay. Tan was behind me humping me and whispering in my ear to admit it.

I woke up in a sweat yelling, "No!" At that moment, Alex barged into my room and said, "Matt, are you ok? I just heard you screaming!" It took me a second to realize that I was no longer in my dream before I could calm down and tell him it had been a weird nightmare. Alex said, "Care to talk about it?" I shut that down fast and said, "no way! It was too far out there!"

Thankfully, Alex laughed and left me alone. It was now after 5:00 p.m. Alex mentioned he'd be leaving around 6:00 p.m. to take Claire out to dinner. They were going to try an new, rather upscale place and had 7:00 p.m. reservations. Depending on how things went, he'd either stay with her the night or come back to the apartment alone. Of course, Alex had to ask, "Matt, you going out tonight?" I quickly responded, "No! After last night, I think I'll stay in." "Don't forget, that guy called and may try to see you," Alex said. "Yeah, thanks for reminding me," was my muttered reply.

I had just finished chowing down on a frozen dinner—yep, my culinary s*******s weren't all that developed—when the door bell rang. Both Tan and his brother, Huan were there. Not giving me time to react, they quickly pushed on by me leaving me to close the door behind them. Tan spoke first, "Why do you look so surprised? Didn't you get my message?" Before I could say anything, he went on, "Look, Huan only has a little while before he has to be back to the studio. He wanted to check up on you and see if how your s*******s were developing in case Sarah asks for a report. So don't waste time, boy....loose the clothes, NOW!"

As I immediately began ripping off my clothes, Huan smiled at his younger brother obviously pleased with his control over me. "He's responding well to your commands, Tan but what I really need to see is how he's responding sexually. I know it is still early in his training, but does he focus on your needs and does pleasing you get him off? That's the true sign of a submissive."

I was hearing it but not processing it—"the true sign of a submissive." My thoughts flashed back to my high school days. I was one of those guys on the margins. I wasn't a jock or a geek but blended into the crowd. I had wanted to belong—hell, who didn't. Yet, I was always a pleaser. I wanted my parents to be happy and my teachers and friends as well. I didn't view myself as a submissive but then there were probably times in Boy Scouts and in gym when the signs were there.

Before I could get too lost in my thoughts, Tan snapped his fingers, "down on the floor, boy! When either Huan or I are here, unless we say otherwise, I expect you on the ground looking up at us."

I didn't realize it at the time, but Tan was reemphasizing posture as a means of dominance. Clearly, he was smaller than I was and could not easily physically dominate me. He had to do so through the strength of his will and my growing openness to his power of suggestion.

When I was on my knees looking up at him, waiting for his next command, he patted my head and said, "Good boy." I found myself grabbing on his legs and rubbing my face on his pants as if they were a source of security. Huan noticed it immediately for what it was—an affection for and a presentation to his brother. "I'm impressed, Tan" he said. You've worked far faster than I expected. But is he good for you? Does he meet your needs as you are meeting his for dominance and mastery?"

Dominance and mastery....my need...what were they talking about? Maybe it was the fact that being average never got me anywhere. Where the jocks and even some of the geeks got the girls, they never seemed to pay attention to me. Mom and Dad always lavished their attention on my older and younger brothers. I don't think it was ever intentional, but I never seemed to the object of their attention. Instead, they were always at my brothers' sports meets and meeting their girlfriends before the Proms. I was never the star at anything, was too shy to date—at least that's what I tried to convince myself the reamister for my reticence was—and generally stuck to myself.

While all this was swirling in my head, Tan said, "Boy, make me happy!" Without thinking, I shuffled over to where he was standing and very carefully and respectfully unzipped his fly and removed his hot Vietnamese dong from his Calvin Kleins. It was still soft but a sight to behold. I honestly couldn't get enough of it. Maybe he was doing me a favor because kneeling in front of him, being allowed to touch that work of perfection and at the same time, inhale his powerful scent brought me peace.

It was as if I were home. He was giving me the attention that no one had previously in my life and I wanted to show him my affection and thankfulness.

I immediately started to kiss his dick and work my lips around his beautiful head. Tan grabbed my head and told me to look up and meet his eyes. "You really need this don't you, Matt? I'm not making you do this am I? You've realized how much you need me and what a favor I'm doing for you, don't you?"

This was a moment that marked a transition in our relationship. Before I had acquiesced....but now there was no denying it. I had found my place and any doubts I had harbored were gone. I was simply happy being allowed to be where I was, kneeling before a young, Vietnamese stud who had exerted his dominant will over me. I was liberated by it...freed to be the gay boy I had always been but never allowed myself to be. And so I nodded, "Yes" never letting his cock leave my mouth -- and all this was witnessed by Huan, sealing my fate and my future with these boys.

"Well done, baby brother," Huan said. "I can see he's all yours. Now let's see what he can do for you. I need to gauge his progress in order to determine what you should do next. Remember, a true submissive wants to please his Master and gets off on his Master's happiness. When you make white boy here work for you, you are doing him a favor. Otherwise, he can't find his place in life or true happiness. You wouldn't want to deprive boy of that? Would you?"

With that, Tan began to fuck my face, holding my head with both hands so that I couldn't pull off his cock even if I had wanted to. He was jamming it down my throat and I couldn't help but gag. Tan said, "boy, don't you even try to pull off—if you want this cock, you'll take it however I choose to deliver it....do you understand?" My eyes were watering and I was trying had to breathe and couldn't do much else but nod my head once again.

The odd thing was my clit's involuntary reaction—just my presentation to Tan got me hard. It was as if my body had learned a new means of sexual response. Maybe like a woman's pussy, the throat of some men when stimulated by a hot, juicy cock, causes an orgasm. At least that's what I was wondering as I worked Tan's Asian spear.

Tan was being more aggressive than ever before. In retrospect, I think he was trying to prove his dominance and my willing presentation as well as impress his older brother. All I know is that it seemed to go on forever, that is, until my clit hardened and began to spurt all over Tan's left leg.

"Shit, did you feel that, Baby Bro? Princess here just shot all over your leg—and she did it just from pleasing you! Now that's what I call a well-trained girl—cumming as she pleases her man!"

With that, Tan abruptly pushed me off his rampant cock and said, "Clean it off, boy....NOW! I don't want your cum on me. Now lick it off and swallow ever drop!" I leaned over and licked his leg. I found my own cum rather gross but I was getting used to it's texture even though I preferred Tan's. Mine wasn't as spicy or thick. Maybe, too, the quality had something to do with the fact that his were real baby makers unlike mine which I now realized would never swim into a woman's womb.

Tan didn't give me any respite. He snapped his fingers and said, "On your back with your legs pulled back and your pussy exposed!" It wasn't a request; it was an order. I never thought to stand up like a real man would when this boy-punk ordered me around. Instead, I drooled as I gazed up at this dominant stud, his dick gleaming with my spit pointing up toward his navel as it surged with red. With a triumphant sneer, he fell to his knees and yanked mine a part. My pussy pulsed with my desire. I didn't just yearn for his dick, I wanted it badly.

"Tell me what you want, Baby," Tan cooed, his almost black eyes staring into my soul. "I want you to fuck me," I replied. With his hands still on my knees which were pulled about as wide as possible, Tan's cockhead touched my now twitching pussy lips. "Pull your cheeks apart, and tell me how bad you want it," Tan said.

My heart was racing. My clit was engorged to its maximum size and I had only cum moments before. If anything, my cock betrayed me. Like a woman, my nipples were hard—all the physiological aspects of sexual response were fired up. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't deny my Master.

"Sir, I need you. I want you to fuck me," I pleaded. The only lube on Tan's dick was what I had provided with my mouth. Even so, my ass opened as he slid, gently at first, into my ass pussy. "OWWW," I cried, as the pain overcame my desire. Tan, the manly stud that he is, didn't want his "girl" to suffer but to find pleasure in being his pleasure, pushed me forward and spit copiously on my pussy without ever pulling out his dick. His saliva proved to be a soothing balm as he quickly resumed breeding me.

His fuck was relentless. After awhile, Huan couldn't help but pull out his own cock as he watched, enthralled at the powerful fuck his younger brother was throwing me. "Yeah, fuck that pussy!" Breed the bitch! Inject her with your power!" He yelled.

Tan's eyes were so dark I could barely stand to look at them. Still, he ordered me to look up, to gaze upon his permisteral triumph as he once again proved his domination over me. To see him in the throes of his fuck was to gaze upon a masterpiece. He allowed me to take my legs off his shoulders and lock them around his ass, pulling him more deeply into me.

I wanted him—no I needed him to pierce deep inside me as if drawing him in would unite me with him.

I have no idea how long he lasted. But I knew time was marching on when Huan's dick erupted all over my face and hair. Tan just laughed at his brother's actions and began to power fuck me...smacking himself hard against my inner thighs. Avoiding his brother's cum, he leaned down and kissed me, shoving his tongue deep into my mouth seemingly as deep as his dick was in my ass. The combination of the pressure on my prostate, his stomach on my dick and his tongue deep in my mouth caused me to experience a sensation overload. I came yet again and must have blanked out momentarily. Yet hearing Tan's bellow, "I'm cumming brought me quickly back to reality!"

"Wow, Bro," Huan observed. "You fucked him like a porn star! There's not much left for me to teach you. All I can say is, enjoy, cause boy, here, was made for you to play like a violin."

Tan, now fully spent, pulled out of me.

I was too exhausted to move and totally overwhelmed by the most incredible moment of my life. What more could there be, I wondered. What did all this mean? Only time would help to clarify!

It all ended so fast. While I was easing into the afterglow of the second great fuck of my life, Huan, who was getting off on his brother's fucking me, pointed his cock down and then came all over my face before ordering me to clean him off. As he stuffed his now only semi-engorged cock back into his pants, Tan pulled his softening cock out of my ass. The resounding plop reminded me of a bottle of wine being uncorked.

I felt a sense of sadness as he departed from me. The peace I momentarily had from being in my natural place was gone and the uncertainty of all that was happening so fast in my life returned with a vengeance. This time, neither Tan nor Huan took the time to assuage me or reinpower their training. They seemed to believe the die had been set and there was no turning back.

Once Tan had wiped his juicy dick on my pale chest almost as if sliming me by an "X", he, too was quickly dressed and ready to join his brother at the door. Before leaving, he turned back to me, still lying on the floor and said, "It was real good, boy!" I'm very pleased with your progress and your obedience. Tomorrow is Sunday and in my family, that means I have to stay home but don't worry, I'll make sure to see you by Tuesday at the latest." With that, the two boys were out the door.

The evening was still early but I was totally spent. There's no way any permister can have such an intense sexual experience without needing rest. Remembering my near miss with Alex earlier in the day, I carefully scooped up my clothes and ran them into my room.

Still naked, I came back, grabbed some paper towels from the kitchen, then wiped up some of the splooge and cum that marked the area in front of the couch. It would probably have dried into a flaky residue before Alex returned, but I couldn't take a chance nor wanted to have to think up an explanation. I'd already stressed my last creative nerve for the day and needed to be alone to think and to try to figure just where this was all leading me.

After a long, hot shower during which I gingerly washed my ass, my mind was still processing. I couldn't get the feeling of Tan's long, smooth dick plowing in and out of my ass or, as he calls it, "his pussy" out of my mind. I remembered the saying, "once you go black there's no turning back" and begin to equate the same to the two olive, Vietnamese cylinders that had so adroitly and seemingly completely in only the past few days totally changed my outlook on life. I think my mind was in overload so doing what came naturally, I pulled back my covers and went immediately to relax.

Alex returned with his girlfriend around 9:30 p.m. I was in a deep dream by then which must have seemed a bit strange.

Thankfully, I was out of bed at my normal time Sunday morning giving a veneer of normalcy to my life. This time, I made the coffee. Alex had taught me to make it pretty thick using an espresso grind. The aroma simply couldn't be beat. The rich scent seemed to be able to wake the dead and soon Alex stumred out into the kitchen still half arelax wanting a mug.

I don't think I had ever really noticed how hot he was until that morning. His morning wood had gone down slightly but was still prominent in his flimsy briefs. His chest was sculpted and magnificent, covered with a light spray of golden hair. I couldn't help but stare at him practically drooling in lust. It was as if his scent had excited me.

A sudden urge to drop to my knees in front of him almost took hold of me. I had to grip the table to stop from moving to the floor.

Alex, now awake from his third sip of coffee, looked at me strangely. Thank God, the table covered my erection, small as it was. Unlike Tan, Alex is taller than me and worked out enough to damage me.

"Matt, you sure have been acting different the past few days. If I hadn't been around you more, I'd think you were wanting some of this," he said as he hefted his package jokingly.

I Reacted quickly to his good natured teasing not wanting him to realize he had hit the jackpot by saying, "You're only saying that because you didn't get any last night!"

Alex looked down, sheepishly, "Yep, she was on the rag last night and was in a bitchy mood so Alex Junior had a night off. He doesn't like too much free time though or he gets restless," Alex added. "Well, at least I can go to Mass this morning, for once, without feeling guilty," he continued, laughing.

Thank goodness, he meandered back towards his room because there was no way I could stand up at that moment. Damn that Alex Junior. I wanted to meet him and see if I could help him out! But what if Alex Senior didn't like the idea and wanted to beat me to a pulp? That possibility wilted any thoughts Matthew Junior had on Sunday morning.

Sunday passed all too quickly. I had all the usual things to do like laundry and cleaning my room. I did the latter with a bit more urgency just in case Tan ever decided to want time on my bed. My sheets definitely needed attention and absorbed all the fabric softener I added to the rinse cycle in the building's laundry.

Monday morning dawned and it was sunny and nice but still a bit cool. Alex and I drank our coffee in silence while both wolfing down bowls of cereal. I got to work on time and soon was at my computer nestled in my cubical.

Around 9:00 a.m., Sarah stuck her head in. "Good morning, Matt?" She said, brightly. "Do anything exciting over the weekend?"

Did she know something, I wondered, my face getting red at the memory of Saturday afternoon. "No," I quickly sputtered, "I went to the park for a while and then had a quiet day at home."

Oh, she said, "I thought I saw Huan and his little brother leaving your place. Did they stop by?"

I thought, OMG, how did she know?!!! "Ah, yes" I responded. "Huan wanted to see how I was progressing and Tan, his younger brother was with him when he was in my neighborhood."

"Wow, what a professional! Aren't you glad I sent you to him for help" Sarah said.

"You have no idea," I responded before thinking of the meaning those simple words could contain.

Sarah looked at me with a rather queer expression before rushing on to drop something off with a nearby co-worker. Meanwhile, I slapped my head thinking, I really have to get a grip before I alert the staff busy-bodies who'd have a field-day with all of this.

It all ended so fast. While I was easing into the afterglow of the second great fuck of my life, Huan, who was getting off on his brother's fucking me, pointed his cock down and then came all over my face before ordering me to clean him off. As he stuffed his now only semi-engorged cock back into his pants, Tan pulled his softening cock out of my ass. The resounding plop reminded me of a bottle of wine being uncorked.

I felt a sense of sadness as he departed from me. The peace I momentarily had from being in my natural place was gone and the uncertainty of all that was happening so fast in my life returned with a vengeance. This time, neither Tan nor Huan took the time to assuage me or reinpower their training. They seemed to believe the die had been set and there was no turning back.

Once Tan had wiped his juicy dick on my pale chest almost as if sliming me by an "X", he, too was quickly dressed and ready to join his brother at the door. Before leaving, he turned back to me, still lying on the floor and said, "It was real good, boy!" I'm very pleased with your progress and your obedience. Tomorrow is Sunday and in my family, that means I have to stay home but don't worry, I'll make sure to see you by Tuesday at the latest." With that, the two boys were out the door.

The evening was still early but I was totally spent. There's no way any permister can have such an intense sexual experience without needing rest. Remembering my near miss with Alex earlier in the day, I carefully scooped up my clothes and ran them into my room.

Still naked, I came back, grabbed some paper towels from the kitchen, then wiped up some of the splooge and cum that marked the area in front of the couch. It would probably have dried into a flaky residue before Alex returned, but I couldn't take a chance nor wanted to have to think up an explanation. I'd already stressed my last creative nerve for the day and needed to be alone to think and to try to figure just where this was all leading me.

After a long, hot shower during which I gingerly washed my ass, my mind was still processing. I couldn't get the feeling of Tan's long, smooth dick plowing in and out of my ass or, as he calls it, "his pussy" out of my mind. I remembered the saying, "once you go black there's no turning back" and begin to equate the same to the two olive, Vietnamese cylinders that had so adroitly and seemingly completely in only the past few days totally changed my outlook on life. I think my mind was in overload so doing what came naturally, I pulled back my covers and went immediately to relax.

Alex returned with his girlfriend around 9:30 p.m. I was in a deep dream by then which must have seemed a bit strange.

Thankfully, I was out of bed at my normal time Sunday morning giving a veneer of normalcy to my life. This time, I made the coffee. Alex had taught me to make it pretty thick using an espresso grind. The aroma simply couldn't be beat. The rich scent seemed to be able to wake the dead and soon Alex stumred out into the kitchen still half arelax wanting a mug.

I don't think I had ever really noticed how hot he was until that morning. His morning wood had gone down slightly but was still prominent in his flimsy briefs. His chest was sculpted and magnificent, covered with a light spray of golden hair. I couldn't help but stare at him practically drooling in lust. It was as if his scent had excited me.

A sudden urge to drop to my knees in front of him almost took hold of me. I had to grip the table to stop from moving to the floor.

Alex, now awake from his third sip of coffee, looked at me strangely. Thank God, the table covered my erection, small as it was. Unlike Tan, Alex is taller than me and worked out enough to damage me.

"Matt, you sure have been acting different the past few days. If I hadn't been around you more, I'd think you were wanting some of this," he said as he hefted his package jokingly.

I Reacted quickly to his good natured teasing not wanting him to realize he had hit the jackpot by saying, "You're only saying that because you didn't get any last night!"

Alex looked down, sheepishly, "Yep, she was on the rag last night and was in a bitchy mood so Alex Junior had a night off. He doesn't like too much free time though or he gets restless," Alex added. "Well, at least I can go to Mass this morning, for once, without feeling guilty," he continued, laughing.

Thank goodness, he meandered back towards his room because there was no way I could stand up at that moment. Damn that Alex Junior. I wanted to meet him and see if I could help him out! But what if Alex Senior didn't like the idea and wanted to beat me to a pulp? That possibility wilted any thoughts Matthew Junior had on Sunday morning.

Sunday passed all too quickly. I had all the usual things to do like laundry and cleaning my room. I did the latter with a bit more urgency just in case Tan ever decided to want time on my bed. My sheets definitely needed attention and absorbed all the fabric softener I added to the rinse cycle in the building's laundry.

Monday morning dawned and it was sunny and nice but still a bit cool. Alex and I drank our coffee in silence while both wolfing down bowls of cereal. I got to work on time and soon was at my computer nestled in my cubical.

Around 9:00 a.m., Sarah stuck her head in. "Good morning, Matt?" She said, brightly. "Do anything exciting over the weekend?"

Did she know something, I wondered, my face getting red at the memory of Saturday afternoon. "No," I quickly sputtered, "I went to the park for a while and then had a quiet day at home."

Oh, she said, "I thought I saw Huan and his little brother leaving your place. Did they stop by?"

I thought, OMG, how did she know?!!! "Ah, yes" I responded. "Huan wanted to see how I was progressing and Tan, his younger brother was with him when he was in my neighborhood."

"Wow, what a professional! Aren't you glad I sent you to him for help" Sarah said.

"You have no idea," I responded before thinking of the meaning those simple words could contain.

Sarah looked at me with a rather queer expression before rushing on to drop something off with a nearby co-worker. Meanwhile, I slapped my head thinking, I really have to get a grip before I alert the staff busy-bodies who'd have a field-day with all of this.

I've been horny since I was eleven. Once I discovered the joys of masturbation I never let a day go by without jerking off at least twice. I had thought about fucking since shortly after my self-discovery. I intuitively knew that my dick was made for pussy. If it felt so heavy and powerful in my hands just think what it would feel like sliding in and out of a girl's cunt! Sure, my right hand was great but it was just a temporary measure until I could get the real thing.

I bet some of you are stupidly snickering about now, thinking what Vietnamese guys are as tough as you. I know I'm shorter than the average American, but I am no weakling. My dad made Huan and I go to karate school and I excelled even more than he did. I may not have looked like much, but I was tough and a scrapper that most guys quickly learned not to fuck with. I was on my high school's wrestling team but enjoyed my finer moments playing soccer.

I have more abs than I deserve and walk with a swagger in and out of the school showers. It was fun seeing guys stare at my cock—yep those big white boys who thought they were hot cuckolds brownie were always shocked to see what was hiding under my towel. Seven inches is larger than average and I know some were bigger than I but on my body, it looked huge. There must have been some intermarriage in my family's past but neither Huan nor I were complaining. We were far ahead of most in the dick department and I intended to use mine to achieve great permisteral pleasure.

The reamister I got involved with Matt was because my Dad caught me fucking around with a white girl from school. Yep, I've always liked white meat and this girl got me hot. She was turned on when she got a glimpse of my dick when she caught sight of me goofing off with the guys in the gym. One of the guys had pulled down my shorts for a laugh not knowing any girls were around. Of course, I got the last laugh as his girlfriend was the one who happened by and saw my glory hanging out there—looking immense jutting out from my relatively lithe but extremely taut body.

She made a point of flirting with me whenever he wasn't around. Finally, I was able to invite her to stop by after school with the pretense that I'd "help" her with some sticky math problems from our trig class. Thinking the storage shed would be a safe bet for what I had in mind, I had easily relieved her of her blouse and had gotten hot feeling her smooth, white tits. My olive skin felt so hot next to hers. She was quickly moaning and I wasted no time slipping on a condom and getting my first taste of girl-pussy.

Unfortunately, I had just started plugging her cunt, savoring the feeling of no-hands sex, when Dad opened the door of the storage shed, screamed at me in Vietnamese and gave me 30 seconds to be off her, dressed and out of the shed. Sheila, the skanky white girl was scared out of her wits and was dressed and out of there before I could slip on my shoes. Still, she told a few of her friends about my monster cock—well, it seemed big to her—which didn't harm my reputation at all.

Dad told me if he ever caught me again, he'd whip me on the spot and I believed him. The problem was my family. Dad and Mom are very religious and made me promise not to screw around again. But having had a sample, all I could think of was getting more.

Huan stayed outside the fray until later. He thought it was funny which pissed me off. Just because he was 20 and the oldest mister, he seemed to have the freedom and latitude to screw whenever he liked—and while he was discrete, there was no denying that he had taken more than his fair share of pussy. It was shortly after all this went down that Huan told me he had an idea. He told me about this white guy a hot chick had referred to him. He was amazed at the guy's sexual reaction to a massage and found himself getting off on the idea of turning him out. He even told me of what he had done during that first appointment.

I could relate to what he was saying. I was tired of the superior attitude many of the white guys I knew had toward Asians. They had the false impressive that we were all gentle and weak. Somewhere along the line, they had forgotten that many held deep inside themselves the warrior ethos of the great Kahn of China, the Japanese Samurai and even the Vietnamese. Hell, my compatriots had fought off the French and then the Americans despite their superior arms. We may be smaller in stature but we were definitely NOT weak.

I loved America but still resented the attitude of rednecks and others who were, in my book, stupid fools. So, when Huan mentioned how this white guy seemed to be a submissive and what that meant, I have to admit, it got me excited. The idea of dominating a white guy got me hard. I knew he wasn't a girl but followed the logic that my fucking this guy, if it ever got to that point, wouldn't make me gay—but rather him. I guess I related to the Arab logic that active sex was okay but passive with another male was definitely a no-no.

Walking in on Huan and Matt that night was a real turn-on. I felt so manly and strong thinking that I could have my way with this older, taller and heavier white guy. Shaving him smooth was a bit kinky but only added to the effect. Frankly, shaved he reminded me of a little boy and when he was on his stomach, his ass was a real turn-on. I could easily imagine that it was a girl's especially after landing a few smacks on each cheek to redden them up. When he whimpered it only made my dick harder. I couldn't believe the power I felt as I stood over him. Why he didn't stand up to me I couldn't figure out—but that he didn't only made me want to dominate him all the more.

I think my brother was even more surprised at the turn of events than I. We thought I could get a blowjob out of him but neither of us really thought Matt would turn so easily. I guess there was some psychology to it. We practiced the carrot and stick as we praised his presentation and punished his reluctance. The way forward was determined when Matt's lips locked onto my superior weapon.

How can I explain what I felt as I looked down at this fair-skinned man sucking my cock? When I grabbed his head with both hands and impaled him, I almost shot as I heard him gag. The feeling of power I had went straight to my dick and felt almost as incredible as his tongue and throat.

When he quit resisting, I knew I had him. This was going to be more than a one-time blowjob. No, Matt boy was going to be my permisteral cocksucker. My mind was working overtime thinking about all this could mean. I never thought about it as being "gay" but instead, a means to save me from having to jerk off through the service of this male pussy boy!

As I injected him with my scalding hot cum and saw him savor it with his tongue as if eating chocolate I was over the moon. Hell, what normal guy would let me punk him unless he really wanted it! I just knew that I needed to say the right thing to smooth out our future so there wouldn't be any resistance on his part. Therefore, after a few kind words and a pat on the head he was mine. But my dick wanted more. It wanted to feel what my Dad had denied, the completion of a fuck—to cum inside another permister—to breed! Yeah, I wanted to breed and Matt was going to be my bitch for the event.

I know I told him a bunch of cuckolds brownie—and I had fucked "a" girl but got off on making him think I had even more experience. And compared to him, I did! LOL! Shit, seeing his little pecker get hard as he looked up at mine made me feel all the more the "MAN!" And this man's little man wanted more—he wanted to fuck!

I don't think I felt anything for him as a permister. He was, at least initially, simply a tool for my pleasure. It just made things easier for all concerned that he got off on MY pleasure! I made him call me "Master" when his lips first met my cock. Hell, I felt like his Master the first time I shoved my cock down his throat and heard him gag. In a way, I wanted to laugh but then I didn't want to ruin a good thing. But seeing his eyes water as I held him onto my cock just made me feel like a king or at least an up and coming prince dominating one of his subjects. I didn't feel "gay" but simply like a man taking what I wanted and at that moment it was this 25 year old who had a smooth, white ass waiting for me to fuck.

Getting Matt ready was easy although I must admit that I was initially repulsed by the idea of touching his ass. But once I started referring to it as a pussy, mentally at least, it became easy. Plus, Matt must have prepared himself for the evening—perhaps he wanted it more than even he realized.

I wanted his posture to be like a woman's for two reamisters, it reinpowerd the nature of our relationship—I was the MAN and he was not, and I wanted to see his eyes as I took his virginity. After already flooding his mouth with my cum my dick was ready to flood his ass. I told him it was "my" pussy and smacked away his hand from his dick or, as I termed it, his clit, because I was afraid if he came, he'd no longer willingly submit. Remember, he was a bigger guy and having him willingly under me would make things far easier in the long run. There was also the psychological benefit of being physically on top. Most men fuck women in the missionary position and while I knew I'd enjoy having Matt ride me, I intended on getting the first ride if you follow my drift.

I did put some lube Huan had around the rim of Matt's pussy before washing off my hands. Then I pried his legs apart and without touching his butt, rubbed my cock up and down his pussy lips. I could feel them throbbing, almost begging me to enter. I think I showed amazing restraint not to have rammed him then and there! Damn, it was so tempting. But again, reamister helped me have enough control to wait long enough to make Matt beg for it. Hell, if he asked me to fuck him, I'd only be doing him a favor, right?! Plus, it was a further act of my dominance to hear him ask little me to take his virginity. Can you imagine what that was like for me?

Taking someone's virginity is always special—at least that's what I've been told and would soon learn from experience. However, getting Matt to realize he would never be a fucker but only a fuckee and because of I would be his one and only "first" made my cock harder than it has ever been. It was so hard it was slapping my stomach. Frankly, it must have looked obscene to Matt as I made him stare at it before once again rubbing his pussy lips with my dick-head.

The wait for both of us was coming to an end. Once he begged, there was no turning back. I didn't want to hurt him lest he come to his senses and stand up to me. I hadn't restrained him, only mentally pussy-whipped him and "helped" him to see his "natural" state in life—under a real man—under ME! So, I lined my now overly engorged head up with his opening and pushed forward.

The feeling was incredible—even better than when I slipped it to that skank, Sheila. Matt's eyes bulged as my dick slowly went all the way in. I held still, my pubes rubbing where his once had been. I could feel my dick pulsing, demonstrating its virility and mastery over this now cuckold of a man.

When Matt went to stroke his semi-hard clit, I smacked it away. I was long-dicking him now and enjoying his fine ass. No way was he to cum before I had marked my territory and bred him. It was at this point I leaned forward and surprised both of us by spearing his mouth with my tongue. His clit was rubbing against my stomach as I tongue fucked him. Meanwhile his legs were locked around the small of my back almost as if he were afraid I'd pull out.

Being that I am shorter than he, I had to push back and release myself from his now almost bruised lips. Yep, I had chewed on them making him moan as I exerted my power over him.

My hips were now slapping against his sweet ass. I think the vigor of the fuck was bruising his inner thighs. But that was his problem—he was now mentally and physically only in a position to serve me. At some point, I think he mentally accepted that. The tenseness in his face seemed to relax as he gave in to my fuck.

The steady slap, slap sound must have reverberated in that small room for 20 minutes before Matt's clit stiffened and began shooting first hitting his face before dribbling onto his stomach. Seeing him cum solely from my dick rammed deep in his ass was a moment I'll never forget. I felt as if I had completely triumphed over a foe. It pushed me over the edge and I shoved my dick so deep in his now bruised pussy that I thought it would come out his mouth! I couldn't help myself as I howled like a vanquished warrior.

Matt's mouth was open as if in shock. I mean who would have believed a Vietnamese kid could have taken his virginity the first night with so much ease and in as complete a manner.

Even though my dick was sensitive, I wasn't ready for it to be over but slowly continued the fuck made all the more easier by my massive cum deep in his ass. Maybe there was enough to make him pregnant after all! While lazily enjoying my domination of Matt and the orgasm it caused, I took my fingers and touched Matt's cum and then placed them in his mouth in essence proving once again my power over him.

Most guys are repulsed by cum and I doubt Matt really enjoyed tasting his own—hell, it would never be as good as mine. But he was in no position to refuse. My dick was still in his ass and he had cum solely from the wonderful prostrate massage I'd given him, per his request. Now it was his duty to clean up his mess.

When that was done, I pulled out. The plop was audible to us both. He put his hand back there and felt what was once a tight, virgin opening but was now a wide-open and very broken in pussy. The picture of his realization was priceless. I had taken a few during the fuck and I took one last one to capture the look on his face. I'm not sure if he even saw the flash or previous ones so deep had he been into it. But it was beautiful -- my huge dick deep in his pussy; his face and my anonymity. There were potentialities for the future, wherever that would take us.

I told him to lick my dick clean. Yeah, it was a nasty thing to do—but thankfully, his ass had been very clean as if he had taken and enema beforehand. I had crawled up and placed it on his tongue. As he licked me clean practically drooling over my cock, I touched his face signaling him to look up. "Pussy boy," I said, expect to hear from me over the weekend. Before you leave, I want your address and cell phone number. Your mouth and ass now belong to me and have no fear, I will use them again and soon. With my dick in his mouth, all Matt could do was nod in acknowledgement.

I'm sure I'm leaving some things out—but since I had ordered Matt to try and explain his side of the story, I felt you should hear mine, too. I'll pump him a few more times with my seed just to reinpower his position before I return with some more thoughts! Later! Tan.

Have you ever felt so bottled up you could explode? That's the way I felt as my life swirled around me. Things seemed to be crashing in on me and oh so suddenly. Sarah had to have known that something was up although her comments were always innocent and seemingly thoughtful. Alex also sensed that something had changed and I was holding out on him in some way.

I simply felt as if I was on pins and needles. This was all new to me. Well...being powerd by two Vietnamese boys to confront my sexuality and stop hiding behind a false façade...that was new...as was losing my virginity and more.

I didn't really regret losing my virginity. Hell, if I'm honest, I loved it. I can close my eyes and taste Huan and Tan's big cocks as they slide into my mouth, hit the back of my throat and go way down deep. It's as if my throat is an erogenous zone. I can smell the musk of their pubes as they grind their cocks in me and rub against my nose as they hold my head and fuck my face like it's a pussy. I'm not sure what gets me off the most -- their cocks or their dominant attitudes.

Then, of course, I just had to shudder as I recalled so vividly Tan's cock poised against my pussy, about to claim me once again. Just thinking about it made me sigh.

David, the guy in my cubicle heard it -- and said, "Matt what's going on with you. You've been day-dreaming all morning. You must be getting some!"

Damn, what is the matter with me? I'm dreaming of a kid and his cock deep in my throat and ass. It's as if I'm losing it and on center stage. I've got to get my act together.

"Naw, Dave, it's not what you think! Just dreaming of that cheese-cake I want for dessert," I lied.

Sarah appeared as Dave was laughing. "What's going on boys? What's so funny?"

Dave responded, "Matt here is making sexy sounds dreaming of cheese cake. Must be those cherries on top that he wants!"

Sarah laughed at that but said, "I'm not sure if it's his cherry he wants or someone elses but he's been a different guy since his recent trip to the massage parlor!"

Dave looked at me funny and said, "Matt, isn't that a Vietnamese guy who's been massaging you? Are you a pervert?

I had been sipping on a coke and fetishd, spitting some on my shirt. "Damn, Dave, Huan's not gay, just ask Sarah!"

"He's right, Dave, Huan's not gay," she said, quickly moving on.

However, what Sarah didn't say was that I wasn't gay. She just had defended Huan but not me. Was she trying to imply that I was gay? Either way, she left some uncertainty in the air and caused an awkward silence to descend into our cubicle.

Dave looked at me with an almost knowing stare. He was a scrappy guy about 5'9" and 155 pounds and kind of black Irish....in terms of that pale skin and black hair. He was also two years younger than I and fairly new to our company. What made it worse, Dave was damn competitive and I fought to keep only slightly ahead even though I had almost three years more experience. Was Dave sizing me up....in a different way?

With that, I excused myself saying, "hey Dave, got to go, it's time for lunch. Be back in an hour, Dude." He just grunted a reply, but I felt his eyes on my ass as I hurried out of our space.

I had just gotten out of our building and was breathing deep in the cool, crisp air when my cell-phone rang. It was Tan. Talk about timing, if he had called while Sarah was talking to Dave and I and she had figured out who I was talking with...well, I just shuddered at what that might have meant.

"Hey Matt, you all right? You sound out of breath," Tan said.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just a little thrown off this morning at work," I replied.

"Well, I'm thinking about throwing you around a bit myself," Tan responded. "Anyway, my dick is hard and wants your mouth and your pussy. I'm at lunch now but I won't want to wait long after school's out so I'm calling to get you thinking how to work things out, my boy!" Tan went on to say.

I was speechless. I had just come out of a close call at work and now Tan was demanding even more. It's not like I could refuse him, I don't know if I even wanted to or could. It was that I was afraid -- afraid of being outed to my roommate, my colleagues at work...to everyone. When I was away from Tan my big brain usually worked....but at this moment, on the street, talking on the cell phone, I simply couldn't think.

Tan took care of things as he usually did and with his take-charge attitude simply said, "Don't worry, Mattie, I'll call you later with instructions...be ready for me!" and hung up.

My stomach was a ball of nerves and I certainly was all of a sudden NOT hungry! Not only did I have to go back to the office and face Dave and Sarah, but I also had to work out a solution that would satisfy my young and demanding Master, as he so liked to think of himself and then, of course there was my roommate, Alex. About all I could deal with was a half a sandwich and some soup. It was hard to settle my nerves. I think I was too overwhelmed at that point to think. My mind was a total blank.

Somehow, I dragged myself back to the office and quietly worked the afternoon away not talking much so as not to bring attention to myself. What else could I do?

Shortly after 4:00 p.m., my cell-phone rang. It was Tan, of course.

"Look, Mattie, I know you're still at work so don't talk, just listen. My cock needs to get off and you're the one who's going to make that happen. There's no need for me to jerk off when you are so ready and willing. Plus, remember, I'm really doing you a favor. I'm going to bring my knapsack with me to your apartment. I'll be there at 5;15 p.m. I've got to be home for dinner with the family by 6:15 p.m. so you'll have to work fast. We'll go to your room and lock your bedroom door. You'll just have to keep it down in case Alex comes home while were busy. Got it?"

"Yes Sir," I responded.

Dave looked at me with questioning eyes. I'm sure he wondered who I was addressing so politely. Well, it wasn't any of his business -- I couldn't let it be his business -- so I simply hung up and ignored him. What else could I do anyway, I had more important things to do like worry about what was going to happen when I got home!

As luck would have it, I had a phone call at 4:50 p.m. and I didn't get out of the office until about seven minutes after five. Just about everyone else had bolted five minutes ahead of me but I simply could not ignore the client who called without facing my bosses wrath. There was no way I'd be home by 5:15 p.m. and that had me on edge. I called Tan and appraised him of my situation.

"Look, Boy, you get here and fast. We don't have much time and there are some things you have to do! Understand!" was his response.

"Yes, Sir," I replied, feeling out of breath as I rushed to make it home. Good thing it was only about a mile to my apartment. I walked to work but now found myself sprinting the way home. I was out of breath and sweating when I got to my door where Tan with a rather hard look on his face was waiting for me.

"Get that door unlocked now! You've kept me waiting long enough!" he said. Just the tone of his voice and the anger in his eyes made me so nervous that I couldn't get the key in the door. Tan pushed me aside, grabbed it out of my hands and opened the door with polished ease. "There," he said. "You are really asking for it, Boy! Now take me to your room!"

Thankfully, Alex wasn't there as Tan had his hands on my ass as we walked through the apartment. Once in my room I heard the door slam and the lock click before Tan was all over me. He pushed me face down onto my bed, had my jacket off and belt undone on my trousers in a flash and soon had me poised, ass up over his lap. He was spanking me before I could even figure out what had happened. Damn that kid's hands hurt, little as they were, as they flailed over my butt.

After swatting me about fifty times, Tan ordered me to stand up, and remove the rest of my clothes. Tan directed me to place my hands on my head and to turn around so he could observe the results of his labor. He seemed pleased at the red hue on my ass, the tears in my eyes and the submissive man that stood in front of him. Speaking in a low but tightly controlled tone, Tan ordered me to my knees in front of him and between his legs. "Take it out boy and get to work. I've got at least two loads to dump in the next 30 minutes so you better work hard and fast."

I didn't think, I just did as Tan ordered. With trembling hands I undid his belt and got his zipper open. I fished his hardening cock out of his tight-packed jeans and stared. I was looking up at a cock that looked inordinately large on this young, Vietnamese stud! I gazed further up into his dark eyes as they looked down so smugly on me.

"Get on it NOW," he snapped, immediately removing me from any thoughts I could assemble.

Tan's hands were almost immediately on my head pulling me onto his waiting spear. He was young and needed to get off and had no time for me to waste. There was no getting used to it this time, no savoring his taste. No, Tan's need was running the show and with an iron grip he pulled me forward at the same time his powerful thighs pushed out. He impaled me with his powerful weapon halfway down my throat.

As I started to gag, Tan smacked me. It wasn't too hard but got his message across. This was about him and not me so I simply had to get to work and control my gag reflex. As if to assert his power, Tan held me, not letting me off. He ordered me to calm down and breathe through my nose which was nestled in his thick, silky, black pubes. Vietnamese guys aren't all that hairy but their pubes are lustrous. As his tickled my nose, I was reminded that I didn't have any -- and wasn't in the same league as this hot young stud was who was so dominating me. I just didn't have the resolve to resist. Sensing this, Tan pulled back before resuming fucking my throat by controlling my head.

I was soon lost in the sensations washing over me. It's like my throat housed my prostrate. His was as much a physical fuck as it was a mental fuck. There was something intensely stimulating about giving up control. I was giving into something I couldn't yet understand but there just wasn't any fight left in me. As if to reinpower his rule, Tan squeezed my head between his thighs. There was so much power in them. He was an Asian warrior without question—one who won all his battles!

Soon, the telltale signs were there. Tan's cock became even more rigid. He pushed his dick so deep into me that I thought it would reach my stomach and then he began to fire. I couldn't even count the times but just kept swallowing to keep up with his flow. Finally, he pushed me off his cock and used his feet to push me to the floor.

"I wouldn't have had to have been so rough if you had only been on time. Now bring me some lube and get up on your bed. I need to get off one more time before I rush home. If I'm late, Mom will ******* me!"

How could the kid still be hard I wondered? It was frightening just how studly he was. No girl could take it. Hell, I'd been sucking his dick for at least twenty minutes and it was now nearly 5:40 p.m. Alex was bound to be home any minute and Tan wanted my ass. But there was no time to think, only to do. I quickly grabbed the lube that I had hidden in the bedside stand and handed it to Tan. He kept his clothes on while I was totally naked. He simply dropped his jeans and underwear but even kept his shoes on.

"Idiot, I don't have much time, put your feet on the floor and lean forward on the bed, ass high in the air so I can get to your pussy," Tan said. "By the way, I better not find any hair growing on you or I'll get Huan to have his friend remove them with electrolysis! Understand," he ordered while slapping my already tender ass!

"Yes," I replied, only to yelp as he smacked me even harder.

"What did you say?" he bellowed!

"Yes, SIR!" I responded as I felt Tan slather the goo on my pussy. Just as he had with my throat, Tan did to my pussy, slamming all the way home at first thrust. "Damn that hurts," I howled, just as the front door opened, and Alex entered the apartment.

"Damn, Matt, you suck better than any woman I've had. Those pouty lips look so natural around my cock. Just look up and me and see how natural your position is! I'd never have dreamed this would be your reality, but hey, I'm just here to help," he cackled.

Well, maybe we were helping each other, I thought just as his cock pierced the back of my throat.

Huan closed his eyes, through his head back and bellowed as he started to spurt his spicy, Vietnamese cum deep into my throat. It was as if he was an natural marking his territory. He kept my mouth locked on his weapon lest I lose even a drop of his offering. Once he was certain I had swallowed all of his cum and bathed his member clean, he eased back, looking down at me.

"Who would have known when you first came in here just how wild things would turn out to be! Our own white-boy cock sucker! A natural-born bottom boy! A pussy!" The words just flew out his mouth. "Now get up on the table on your back like a good girl and spread your legs for me. I'm about to breed you just like my brother, Tan!"

Unlike before, I didn't hesitate a second. His words were my command. He was the man, and well, I wasn't. Even my pussy betrayed me, twitching in anticipation of his spear.

Men are much more physical than I'd ever realized. These Vietnamese boys really insisted I know my place. I don't know if they got off of ordering me around or if I was truly a better lay than many of their women. But both Huan and Tan were very verbal with me. Their words were like an aphrodisiac – both as stimulating almost as their cocks. They verbally put me in my place while their surprisingly large Vietnamese weapons pierced either my mouth or pussy. Both seemed to like the so-called Missionary position, fucking me as if I really were a girl, but one with an elongated clit. Looking up into their black, almond-shaped eyes as they conquered me made me shiver. They exuded power, lust and had stamina to match.

I pulled back my legs exposing my pussy to Huan as he grabbed a bottle of lube. His fingers taunted me as he shoved one, then two and finally three in me. His fingers were slender although his cock was five inches around – about average for a Westerner but thick for an Asian. Huan added some lube on his rampantly hard cock then grabbed my legs. He put them on his shoulders and started to lean forward. His cock soon touched my puckered ass.

"Let me in, Matt," he said. "You know how bad you want me, how much you need my cock deep inside you!" he added.

I could feel the surprisingly thick head of his hard cock pressing against my opening. He was looking deep into my eyes as he started the slow dance of entry. "I could simply ram it into you, Matt, but I like all my girls to enjoy being fucked."

Did he consider me "one of his girls?" I wondered until Huan stretched my hamstrings and his weapon burst forth only to be sheathed by the velvet lining of my pussy ass.

"Damn, Matt, your pussy feels GREAT! No wonder Tan can't get enough of you!" Your whole body was made to be fucked. Even your nipples are hard! It's as if your body is wired different from most men – at least any straight man I've ever encountered!" Huan said. "I find the general idea of reciprocal gay sex to be repulsive, but your natural presentation to my superiority makes this tolerable," he added. "Plus, you actually are a fantastic lay. Since you know that it's not about you but instead is about pleasing your man, you're even better than some of my ladies.....and oh what a tight pussy!"

Huan was really giving it to me when the door flew open and Tan rushed in. I was almost freaked out of my mind, worried it might have been someone else. Apparently, Tan had to have dinner with his parents before he could leave the house. They ate unusually early which freed him to rush down by 6:45 p.m. Clearly, he didn't want to miss an opportunity with my ass!

"Damn, Bro, what do you think of my bitch?" Tan asked! "She's a hottie and getting better trained every day. Hurry up cause I need a crack at that pussy, too," he added.

"She sure is sweet," Huan replied. "Frankly, I wasn't sure what you saw in her before I decided to try out this ass. It's so tight even though you've fucked her several times now. I'm just amazed how she responds. I've heard of that "g" spot but this one's truly wired and loves to service our cocks!" he went on to say, almost as if I wasn't even there.

Meanwhile, Tan was quickly losing his clothes, his rampant cock pushing out the front of his briefs in an almost obscene fashion. It looked so amazing on him, almost out of place – a true anomaly on such a slender, Asian guy.

I simply couldn't take my eyes off him knowing his cock would soon be breeding me too. The thought of what was to come and the hard pounding Huan was giving me pushed me over the edge. As my ass spasmed and contracted, Huan couldn't help himself – and spewed his sperm deep inside me. Pulling out, he said to his younger brother – this pussy is all ready for you, Bro, lubed and all – just push yourself on in there!

My pussy was ravaged from the fuck Huan had thrown me but before I could even think of getting away, Tan grabbed my ankles and looked down, deep into my eyes, an aura of power and control emanating from him. His wasted no time and simply slammed his cock all the way home. I yelped as his pubic bone met mine and his cock hit deep inside me. Tan pushed my legs into a deep split almost like wrestlers do as if to make it possible for him to push his cock forward another inch. His next action was to begin power fucking me.

I had no doubt that he got off of his domination of me as much as I did submitting to it. Even more than his older brother, Tan, the 18-year old high school senior, loved rutting into this 25-year old white guy's pussy demonstrating a mastery and control that few could ever imagine.

"Wow, Bro, you've totally broken him. Honestly, I never believed I'd see a white guy so completely under your spell! It's fucking amazing!" Huan said, mouth wide open.

Tan fucked me for ages – our eyes never breaking contact as if doing so would somehow break the spell. Soon, my own clit was spewing a second load all over my belly. Seeing that he'd fucked me to yet another orgasm pushed Tan over the edge.

"One more load for you, Baby. This one just might make you pregnant!" Tan said, laughing hysterically.

I was wiped – covered in my own cum – and too exhausted to move. Tan grabbed my hand and made me first scoop up my cum and then lick my hands clean before he let me get up and put my clothes back on.

They were both quiet as I prepared to leave. "We'll be in touch, soon....don't look so sad," Tan said.

I couldn't believe he had read me so well – and I couldn't believe I was sad, as I felt some of his cum seeping out my fresh, fucked pussy. Now if I could only get to my room before running into Alex!

Two loads of fresh, Vietnamese cum were deep in my ass as I rushed to my car, squeezing my cheeks together, afraid of the seepage that was bound to happen. Having swallowed both their loads directly from the source and almost drowned from the massive quantity their large, seemingly oversized testicles produced, I was well-aware that I had no time to waste before the true purpose of my "rough" appointment would be obvious for anyone seeing my backside. My mind was concentrating on getting to the car and I didn't realize that Sara was walking down the street towards me. "Matt," she yelled, or so it seemed, making me jump in surprise. "Where are you going in such a hurry and why do you look so tense? Didn't you just have a massage" she asked.

"Oh, yeah," I responded. "I'm just in a hurry to get home. I promised to pick up the living room and do the dishes before Alex's girlfriend comes by," I lied.

"Why doesn't he do it," she responded. "I mean, really, Matt, it's not like you're married and playing the role of wife! He should be able to pick up after himself!"

I didn't know what to say, or how to respond. Lately, I did find myself doing more around the condo than I used to. It seemed almost natural for me to take care of things and as decent a guy as Alex was, he certainly was not complaining that I had eased into taking on more of the domestic chores. While I tried to get my head around what this might mean, I was brought back to reality by two things: the cum seeping out of my ass and beginning to run down my leg and Sara's concentrated stare as if she was trying to figure something out. Clearly, I was close to losing it, one way or another.

The phrase, "saved by the bell" could have been more appropriate as the next thing I knew, Sara glanced at her watch and said, "Matt, I'm running late for dinner. I'm meeting David from the office. He's a man's, man. Maybe he can give you some tips on how to make things more level with Alex! Catch you tomorrow!"

If she only knew, I thought. I could only pray she didn't bring my situation up over dinner -- it would give Dave that much more insight into my situation!

As she turned to go down the street, I eased myself away, trying desperately to look natural as I turned to face her. It was only as she was about 20 steps away that I started walking backwards and then turned to dash the remaining distance to my car. By this point, I could tell my underwear were soaked and expected that there had to be a visible spot on my shorts as well. I mean, Huan and Tan had impregnated me with enough sperm to man twenty youngren – it just had to be showing!

I eased myself into the driver's seat and felt the stickiness of my backside. The heat of my car only seemed to speed the drying process but regardless, I could smell their cum as it slowly exited my pussy. There wasn't much I could do about it this time but I made a mental note to keep a towel in my car for future "emergencies!"

As I drove home, my mind was working overtime wondering how I was going to get from the car to my room and by Alex. He already suspects something's up with me, like Dave at work, I certainly didn't need to give him any more ammunition or cause for suspicion. As I pulled into my parking spot, I had an idea. I had a can of now very warm soda which I shook as I got out of the car after looking in both directions to make sure I wasn't been observed. Naturally, when I pulled the tab, it went everywhere, especially on my shirt. I dropped it in the yard as I opened the front door. Alex was on the couch as I ran to my room trying not to drip on anything.

"What the hell did you do?" he yelled after me.

"I opened a can of soda and it exploded all over me," I yelled back to him as I quickly stripped out of my clothes and dashed to the safety of the bathroom. I turned on the water for the shower and couldn't help but reach back to my rather sore pussy lips. I stuck my finger in and scooped out a load of Asian jism. Almost without thinking, I brought my slimy finger to my nose and inhaled the rich aroma of the two, hot studs that had, only 20 minutes before, bred me. Their still-fresh cream was intoxicating and soon was on my tongue as I licked my fingers clean just as I had their cocks once they both had had their way with me.

Realizing the water wouldn't last forever, I jumped in the shower and carefully washed myself clean paying particular attention to my clit and pussy. I dried off, gingerly, wrapped the towel around myself and grabbed my discarded underwear, shorts and shirt. Again, I couldn't help myself from sniffing my own underwear and licking the cum that had collected not sure whether it was Tan's or Huan's or a mixture of both. What was happening to me, I wondered? Whatever concerns or hesitation I had, didn't preclude me from licking my shorts clean!

I threw my now very dirty clothes in the hamper and put on some fresh ones before going out to the living room where Alex was watching a soccer match. I sat down next to him and couldn't help notice the contrast between our bodies. He had a Mediterranean complexion – near olive skin and hairy legs and I was, by comparimister, pale and hairless. I never had that much hair to begin with but I felt so thrown off by how different we now appeared.

As if he read my mind, Alex looked down at our legs and said, "Gosh, Matt, your legs look smoother than my girlfriend's! I don't think I've ever noticed them before. I bet from the back and from the ass down you'd easily confuse any guy that's had a take or two!"

I was speechless and couldn't think of anything to say as a comeback. Also, I was too afraid that if I stood up and walked away his eyes would look at my back side and confirm what his lips had just uttered. Still, my face betrayed my offense as it turned beet red. Alex, sensing my embarrassment, put his arm around my more slim shoulders as if to comfort me and said, "I didn't mean to make you feel awkward, Matt, it's just that next to me you look more like a teenage boy. I bet even that Vietnamese kid has more hair than you!"

What could I say in response, "yeah, Alex, whatever little bit of hair I did have, he shaved off."

Thankfully, my cell phone rang and I jumped off the couch to get it from my room. As I did, Alex pinched me, whistled and called out, "Hot ass, Babe!" before bursting into laughter at my expense. He had never been this way having always in the past treated me as an equal, not like a female substitute.

Before I could think about it, the insistence of the phone pushed me and I grabbed it and answered without checking to see who was calling. It was Tan. He insisted on stopping by for a brief "cultural" exchange. I told him Alex was home and he responded, "As long as you don't scream like a bitch when I mount you, he won't need to know what we're doing in your room! All I can suggest is that you think of something quick cause I'm about to ring your door!"

I heard the "click" as I simultaneously heard the doorbell. Alex was on it before I could get out of my bedroom. He shook hands with Tan and said, "I was just telling Matt that he's so pale and hairless that he looks even younger than you. I don't know why I never noticed it before but from the waist down...hmm."

Tan found this enormously humorous as they both burst out laughing at the spurious suggestion. Come here, Matt, Tan more or less ordered, and stand by me so I can see if what your roommate says is correct!"

I was apoplectic and beyond embarrassment as I made my way to them. Yeah, I was taller than the little cuckolds brownie, but his legs were definitely darker and hairier than mine were although nothing like Alex's. Tan soaked in the change in my roommate's demeanor towards me and did nothing to discourage it. Emboldened , he said, "Hey, Matt, walk towards your bedroom so Alex and I can see how you look from the back."

I should have told him off once and for all but instead, and shamefaced, I did as he said while they both laughed and high-fived each other. My roommate and senior-in-high school fucker shared the humor of my predicament while I waited for Tan to come in my room.

"Sorry to have to cut this fun short, Alex," Tan stated. "I only have about 30 minutes to get Mattie's help with a problem. He's a real stress releasor" he went on to say as he manfully scratch his balls. "Hope you'll excuse us for a few."

"Do what you gotta do, little big man!" Alex said as he slapped Tan on the back.

I felt as if he had to have known, as if he was encouraging what would soon be happening behind what I could only hope would be my closed and locked door. Thankfully Tan closed it behind him but had an evil glint as he purposely chose NOT to lock it. Instead, he snapped his fingers in front of him and pointed to my "place" where he expected me to kneel without question.

"Get those clothes off, now" he ordered. "Our fuck at Huan's was great but only made me want more," the lithe fucker said. "I don't have much time. Mom and Dad are afraid I'm out screwing some girl. If only they knew how right they are. So, unless you want me to put it to your pussy dry, I suggest you get Tan Junior well-prepared."

Without any hesitation, I was naked and on my knees in front of him, staring up at that obscene weapon jutting out from his taut Asian frame. His eyes, as always, exuded almost a magictic power over me. His stance was that of a much larger macho stud, legs wide apart and his cock becoming quickly engorged with expectation.

I was on auto-pilot now. Here I was, on my knees, totally naked with Tan between me and the door and Alex only a few feet away. Before I could digest the situation, so to speak, Tan became impatient and shoved his cock deep into my throat. I couldn't help but gag while Tan grabbed the back of my head preventing me from expelling his monster.

"Matt, are you OK? Do you need my help," Alex said from the other side of the door.

My eyes were watering and wide with fear as Tan responded on my behalf. "No, Alex, maybe later, I've got Matt working on my problem and he was just momentarily overwhelmed. Everything's going to be OK!"

With that he pushed me off his cock and moved over towards my bed, his cock now thankfully dripping with my saliva. He quickly directed me onto my back, butt at the edge as he manfully walked towards me aiming his dick towards my now quivering pussy. Less than 75 minutes before, he and his brother had bred me. I could only hope some of their sperm were still coating my love canal as spit isn't the best lubricant. I knew better than to argue with Tan. He was going to have his way and if I hesitated he'd probably respond loudly enough with some retort that Alex would be bound to hear.

So I resigned for what was about to happen. Tan quickly grabbed my legs and aimed for my pussy lips, already swollen from our earlier encounter. Watching him assume his dominant position seemed like déjà vu. Here was a true boy-man who was about to take what was rightfully his.

Almost immediately, I could feel the heat of his throbbing head as it began its insertion into me. My pussy lips, swollen from earlier, practically squealed in anticipation. My nipples betrayed me as well, hardening from his dominating gaze.

I had to throttle back a scream from the pain of his initial entry. Tan saw my eyes and knew what I was feeling. "Damn, Baby, you are so tight even after two fucks. Well, as they say, the third time is always the charm!"

Tan's relentless fuck soon had me whimpering, my hands gripping the sheets, knowing better than to attempt to jack myself off, or, as he'd more likely say, finger my clitty. I was oblivious to the time, lulled as I was from the masterful massage Tan was giving my prostrate. That is, until he laughed and said, "If only Alex would walk in that door right now and see the girl he's really rooming with!"

I began to panic then and tried to crawl back off his deeply embedded spear. Tan growled from somewhere deep in his throat and grabbed me by my thighs and said, "Don't you even think about it! You are mine whether he finds out or not and you better get used to it!"

With that, he threw his head back and began pistoning his now super engorged dick at a near frantic pace, driving it deep into my pussy. My knuckles were white as Tan shoved my legs even wider apart. As his rutting neared a crescendo, my battered, over stimulated prostrate reacted as on cue, as if directed by the maestro. My semi hardened clit, untouched, oozed cream on my hairless, smooth belly as Tan triumphantly came deep in me. Sweat dripped from his naturalistic exertion to dominate me, his prey. As his dick shot off seven or eight rounds, it pulsed, reminding me of its much larger girth and length especially as compared to mine.

Tan rubbed my belly and seemingly felt his dick deep in my womb. Wiping my juice, he leaned forward, bringing his fingers for me to suck and grinned with satisfaction at his total domination of me, on my bed, only yards from my roommate. The knowledge of his accomplishment, no doubt, gave him an added thrill. I expected him to pull out at any second but his adrenalin was such that his weapon, just emptied, still remained hard. My pussy, now lubed by his copious discharge, was slick making his motions all the more enjoyable for us both.

As Tan now leisurely fucked me, he leaned forward and put his weight on his arms as his pinned mine to my sides. We must have looked obscene – this diminutive, just 18 year old, Vietnamese high school senior between my 25 year-old hairless legs, cock deep inside me.

I wanted to lock my legs around him, never letting him go but Tan, while relaxed from his orgasm, didn't want to give in to my now more feminine need to be held. Instead, and realizing that he had been rutting for 45 minutes, he leaned back, putting his weight back on the ground and pulled out of me with a plopping noise. I felt so empty, yet so complete. My presentation to him and his domination of me only made us both want more.

I knew what had to be done and rolled over to keep my ass in the air and his sperm from leaking out and repositioned my head so that it was at the edge of the bed. Tan placed his still hard dick in my mouth and fucked my throat briefly in order to clean up. Carefully, he willed himself down enough to get his jeans zipped.

Speaking loud enough for Alex to hear, Tan said, "Matt, you were great...I mean a great help tonight. I'll plan on being back for more...ass....I mean assistance tomorrow, unless you won't be available."

"Oh, I'm sure he'll do everything he can to be here for you tomorrow, won't you Matt!" Alex yelled back from the living room. Whether he really knew what we were doing, I could not say. Regardless, as they say, I was totally fucked!

Tan saw his way out and thankfully did close my bedroom door behind him. I heard him joking with Alex for a few minutes. I wondered if Alex noticed Tan's now matted hair or smelled the sex that he exuded. Maybe real men were immune to such scents unlike me. Whatever happened out there was now beyond my control so I rolled over and carefully fingered my pussy to assess the damage and to catch whatever sperm was leaking out. Once I had sopped up as much as I could, I reached out, turned off my bedside lamp and fell deeply arelax!

Tan's Perspective

After meeting Matt's co-worker Dave, and hearing from Matt how Dave had treated him, I was pissed. He was my property, damn it! I know I took it out my anger on Matt's pussy when we were in his room, but I still couldn't help thinking that I needed to take further charge of the situation. Matt is my fuck toy. He's there to get me off. His position, at least for now, is to serve me! So, I got mad thinking about that smug ass-wipe attempting to horn in on my conquest—as if he was any match to me!

I had zoned out. I don't even remember what had transpired after we closed Matt's bedroom door until I paused in mid-fuck. Matt was naked, on his back with his sinewy legs splayed open. That pussy I was growing to love was practically slurping on my virile cock as it pistoned in and out of him. Knowing I was the one fucking Matt and not Dave seemed to make me even harder than usual. As I looked down at my dick before slamming it back in, I could see how Matt's pussy lips virtually tried to lock on the ridge of my head in the same way that his legs so wanted to hold me in. Yes, my pussy, Matt, had come to know who, alone, could satisfy him.

Matt had mentally submitted to me a while ago. He had accepted that he required my permission to cum and that I generally only granted it when I fucked him. Further, I did not allow him to play with himself. This made Matt crazy for me.

While a girl emotionally needs foreplay, most men simply want to get off...and if they aren't "getting any" so to speak, they jerk off at least daily. Because Matt can't get off without my permission, he needs my cock in his pussy bad. All the foreplay we did have was his getting my cock ready to fuck him. Even though Matt would gag on my cock as I rammed it deep into his throat, his "clit" would begin to ooze as if even his throat, when filled with my magic stick was an erogenous zone.

On his knees in front of me, looking up into my eyes with his lips practically worshipping my phallus was about as great an aphrodisiac either of us needed. For me, seeing his subservience added to my sense of total control over him. For Matt, looking up my slim torso and seeing the power in my dark, almost black eyes as I leered down upon him had the same effect. Sometimes, I'd simply hold his head against my abs until he was almost out of air just because I could. It was always such a rush.

I had long ago realized his prostrate was just like a girl's clit except that I accessed it internally. Even in my brief experience, before my Dad caught me and insisted I keep away from true pussy, I had learned that girls generally only get off from having their clit stimulated. Based on that knowledge, I had quickly trained Matt to come only through a Vietnamese prostrate massage! Since Matt had an internal and external clit and was capable of orgasming from both unlike most men, I was able to focus on my own needs while still attending to his. This, somehow, made me feel less selfish from the way I treated him even though his needs would always be subordinate to mine given my natural and growing dominance of him.

Still, seeing the stages of his sexual response was, at times overpowering. Matt didn't always stay hard after I began to fuck him. But I didn't feel bad about that because I had observed that his cock often oozed cream while seemingly soft in a manner similar to a woman. What did it matter, anyway? Matt was coming to the realization he didn't need to be hard anymore for sexual satisfaction because he was made to be penetrated and would never be the fucker! Matt was also fearful of coming too quickly as he could simply cum by a slight touch to his clit.

Frankly, I doubt he could ever have successfully fucked anyone given his natural trigger response. I understand some men can train themselves to overcome the tendency to ejaculate pre-maturely. But by training Matt to come anally, we've been able to spare him from that need. And by not allowing him to touch himself but to be dependent upon me for his sexual release, he's actually enjoyed prolonged sexual activity that he would otherwise have never experienced.

Admittedly, I've enjoyed taking the virginity of an older guy and reversing our positions, sexually and emotionally. I didn't realize how hot it was to make a man be a "woman" for me. Oh, Matt was technically still a man, but in learning to cum by being fucked and without touching his external clit, he has, for all practical purposes, handed me, his manhood. In that sense, Matt was like a big trophy for me. Feeling his need, seeing his eyes begging for my fuck almost brought me to the edge. Here I am, barely 18, and still just a kid about to graduate from High School. However, I'm a Vietnamese guy with an attitude that has only grown with Matt's presentation.

Frankly, I still can't believe I can hold so much power over him. Anyone else would have laughed at my brother and I had we tried to dominate him as we have, Matt. As I reflect on our situation, I think Huan and I simply found his weakness and his vulnerability and acted quickly to mentally subdue him before he could put up any defense. Moreover, I really do think we're helping in him in many ways. He was totally unsatisfied, sexually, before I took his virginity. He thought he was a man – but mentally, I've shown him who the real man is. My baby makers are coursing through his body, impregnating every aspect of his being. My voice massages his mind just like my dick rubs his prostrate. Without realizing how he comes across, his body purrs with need when he sees me – ready to obey my every command, practically begging me to fuck him. He knows I'll punish him if I find out he's jerked off without permission – tying his sexual release directly to me.

Can you imagine what power I feel when I fuck him and bring him to orgasm simply from my dick in his pussy ass, his legs wrapped tightly around me, demonstrating his need? My brother Huan says that girls rarely come without additional stimulation. Yep, my boy if fully trained – and I have definitely mastered him as his sexual response now shows. Given it's been nearly six-weeks since all this began, I think we're coming close to a point of no return for Matt. I doubt he'll ever be happy, sexually, unless he's under a man's control given that he has no other reference point to compare this to.

I am torn though, because I don't want either Alex his roommate or Dave, his co-worker, to horn in on my boy. Dave, even more than Alex, has been demonstrating inappropriate interest in my property. I don't think he's susceptible like my boy, Matt, to becoming submissive, but something will have to be done.

As he's grown to crave my attention, I've become more assertive and dominant in order to meet his needs. It's a mutually beneficial relationship but I don't want Matt to swish or act like a ladyboy. Somehow, stereotypical gay guys bother me. No, I want Matt to still have enough masculinity that he has something to give up for me. Otherwise, I'd have no sense of conquest. I know I'll always win any fight for dominance, but I still like to see some resistance in his eyes before he admits he has no choice but to acknowledge my true superiority over him, mentally, emotionally and physically.

I had all these thoughts swirling in my mind as my potent balls slapped my pussy boy's ass. I had been holding Matt's legs as if they were ski poles but now let go of them as I began to more powerfully fuck him. The smacking sound was quite loud and my small but mighty thighs slapped against his upturned and womanly-shaped ass with just enough padding to bounce from our contact. Damn were the inside of his thighs red. We must have been at it for 40 minutes! God it felt hot to be rutting a white boy I thought as I was about to shoot my powerful seed deep into his womb!

I leaned down and rammed my tongue deep into his mouth dominating it as I did his pussy-ass. His clit was mashed against my smooth torso as I held his face only inches from mine powering him to keep his eyes open, focused on mine.

Then I put my hands flat on the bed on either side of his chest and said, "Matt, look at my cock as it rams into your pussy and my taut abs as they batter your clit and tell me what you are thinking!"

Matt knew it wasn't a request but an order. He was sighing, about to go over the edge from my battering of his prostrate. But I wasn't to be denied, I had to hear his presentation....so using my ability to control myself and him, I stopped, leaving only my head in his pussy which squeezed that notch just below the head, fearful I'd pull out and prevent him from cumming.

"Sir," he said, as he tried to form a coherent thought given how close he had been to his own orgasm, "I feel totally overwhelmed by you. I can't get enough of your cock. I feel ashamed that you've made me into your pussy but also thankful at the same time. I'm afraid of what others will think if they discover how totally you dominate me but more afraid that you'll leave me for a real woman. All I can think about when you are not here is what you do to me, how your words caress me and how your cock controls me. I want you so badly that I can barely control myself. I want to touch myself but I can't because you won't let me. I don't want to be gay, but I'm also afraid I will never be able to function with a woman because all I want is to be under you!"

With his admission coupled by his face red with shame, I once again felt myself to be his conqueror and restarted my fucking with renewed energy and power. Smack, smack, smack, was a noise that had to have been heard throughout his apartment announcing that someone was getting royally fucked!

I was getting close now, and for my Pussy's sake, angled so that I mashed his internal clitty every time I rammed my cook deep. Mattie was rolling his head from side to side as my super engorged cockhead pushed into the inner entrance of what I referred to as his womb. I grabbed his arms to ensure I controlled his cum as I felt his pussy lips begin that final, almost involuntary dance to the finish signaling his nub was being rubbed to climax. Sure enough, just as I came to the edge of a massive climax, Mattie's clit began firing little shots and then oozing as he gasped for air. I had, once again, proven my prowess as a lover and uttered a triumphal roar as I shot round after round of thick, gooey cum deep into him.

Matt's insides were bathed in my essence and my sperm were not to be denied as they swam practically into his red stream, reinpowering, yet again, my total power and control over him.

Once my rutting was over, I eased into a slow fuck despite my own sensitivity. This was important as once a bottom comes, they are sometimes embarrassed and may want to get away from the reality of what just happened.

Since my dick remains hard for a while after I cum, I was able to hold Matt in place preventing him from any ability to deny what I was still doing to him and the reality of his total subservience to my will as exercised through my cock. It was like running a victory race as he looked up into my eyes as I powerd him to consume his own pathetic offering. Satisfied, I was now ready to withdraw my cum-covered cock from Matt's pussy. Pushing his legs down, I moved forward and touched my now softening member to his mouth for the final act of dominance – powering Matt to clean me up with his tongue.

With his mouth full, I spoke to him with soothing words, "Baby, I am so proud of you for accepting once again who you are and your subservient role in life. Your body was made for this cock. Don't be afraid to open your mind to who you really are. Lick my man's-size phallus clean and swallow the remaining cum that is even now branding you internally as belonging to me. I own your mind and your body....accept it and you'll be happy!"

I feel stupid sometimes as I utter cuckolds brownie like this to him but it seems to be working. His eyes fluttered betraying some deep-seated sense of acknowledgement as his lips and tongue lovingly cleansed my sperm and his pussy juices from this boy-man's cock that had just bred him. Yes, Mattie was mine and Dave, especially, better not get any ideas or make a move on his ass or he'd be sorry!

Matt was too battered from a mind-bending fuck to see me out so I simply got up, dressed and threw a sheet over his naked body and saw myself out knowing he'd remain untouched and flustered until I gave it to him the next time.

I awoke the next morning feeling dazed and confused. The words Tan had uttered while I lovingly cleaned his young but masterful spear had somehow become imbedded into my psyche. He had fucked both my pussy and my brain last night leaving me sore at both ends...so to speak.

As I dragged my legs over the side of the bed, I realized my nakedness and could feel some of the crusty remnants of the cum that I had missed when cleaning myself up. Momentarily I paused and wondered if I could even call it that. I mean, is the fluid women produce to lubricate their pussy as a part of their sexual response and their orgasm itself referred to as cum or even pre-cum like a man's? I was beginning to think I'd never permisterally know the answer to that one or at least never experience that fluid first-hand.

I stood up on wobbly legs and gingerly touched my pussy lips to guage their swollenness. They were, indeed quite sensitive but thankfully, didn't seem to be torn or damaged.

Peering out into the hall, I saw the coast was clear and ran quickly to the bathroom Alex and I shared. Flipping the light on I gazed into a mirror and my reflection – and saw looking back at me the image of one who had been totally fucked. My hair was messed up from Tan's iron-clad grip when he had impaled me on his cock. I even had some of his dried cum on my face from where he must have rubbed his cock to mark me before powering me to clean off my pussy juices and his cum. Frankly, I was shocked by what I saw and turned on at the same time. My lips appeared puffy from where he had chewed on them and my neck had the beginnings of a hickey. I doubt I had ever looked so complete in my life and it was all due to a barely-legal 18-year old Vietnamese boy who had totally dominated me.

I had slept so deeply and failed to set my alarm following that incredible fuck. Now I really had to hurry if I was going to get to work on time. There's nothing like a little fear to get me going as I am quickly learning.

By the time I was showered, shaved and dressed for work, Alex had already made the coffee. He looked disappointed that I hadn't been up early enough to have breakfast ready for him...as if he was entitled to the extra service. Had our relationship become out of balance, too, I couldn't help thinking?

"What happened to you last night?" Alex asked.

"What do you mean," I replied, wondering what he saw or knew.

"Well, when I came home from my date your door was open and you were already in bed and seemingly comatose and it was only a little after 9:00 p.m.! I only relax like that after throwing an intense fuck!"

I almost fetishd on my coffee when he said that. Seeing my reaction and red face, Alex couldn't help but start laughing.

"Well, maybe Virgin Boy is getting some – or someone is getting a piece of him!" he said as he dashed to get ready for work.

Now what did that mean, I wondered? Did he think I was fucking a girl all of a sudden or did he question my manhood or sexuality, as everyone else seemed to be doing as of late? I was running too close to being late to spend too much time pondering this latest conversation and now had to face the challenge of dealing with Dave! Damn, I just never seemed to get a break.

My arrival at the office was a little less than elegant given my late wake up but still, I managed to get there on time. As I walked by Dave's cubicle he was on the phone and simple stuck out his coffee mug, in essence, expecting me to wash it out and return it full and with the proper mixture of cream and sugar. "It's already starting," was all I could think as I grabbed the mug as expected and went to take care of his needs.

Naturally, my brain ran over the fact that I was now doing Alex's laundry among other things, being expected to do Dave's bidding at the office and taking the masterful fuck of Tan, my Vietnamese masseur's younger brother. If it had all happened at once, I might have been able to notice my evolving subservience to these men, but as it occurred over the space of about sixty days, I was only now able to see for myself my new reality. Still, for the moment, Dave and Alex, while being more domineering in their treatment of me, were not aware of the true nature of my relationship with Tan. I can only imagine what they would have thought if they walked in when his massive Asian prick was imbedded deep in my Caucasian ass or should I say, pussy as Tan insisted I call it.

While these thoughts were idling in my head, I walked to the coffee maker located in the staff break room. I swear my pussy lips were already itching for more attention making my clit firm up at the thought. Damn it was hard not being able to masturbate, but Tan assured me resisting my urge was enhancing my ability to respond to my deeper sexuality which he was, in his kindness, helping me to discover. Before I could question his logic, Dave's coffee was ready and I had walked back to stand in front of him in order to hand it over.

"Thanks, Mattie," he said as he took it in his hands and inhaled the rich aroma, "you'll make someone the perfect wife one of these days," before dismissing me with a wave as his phone rang yet again. Work dawned with a vengeance powering any more thoughts out of my head and before I knew it, 5:30 p.m. had come and it was past time to go home.

When I got home at 6:00 p.m., Tan was waiting for me in my living room. He had been talking with Alex for at least 15 minutes by the time I had arrived. I always felt awkward when he was there while Alex was home fearing the latter would add two and two and, yep, you know it, get four! They had an odd rapport, seemingly hitting it off talking about sports, the Super Bowl, and other things that I, on the other hand, simply didn't get in to. Tan had pointed out the difference between my interests and his early on. Seeing me, Alex started to laugh and told Tan, "You should have seen Matt this morning. If I didn't know better, I'd think he had been fucked. He looked disheveled and satisfied just like my girlfriend does the morning after we've had a fantastic fuck!"

With that, Tan got a cuckolds brownie-eating grin on his face. I knew he desperately wanted to take credit for my earlier appearance but could also tell how proud he was for having induced the state Alex had noted. "Damn, just what did you do last night after I left," Tan said, cunningly, just short of taking credit for what had transpired while knowing Alex would be slow to realize this high school senior, my junior by seven years, had nearly banged me into oblivion.

"Nnnn...Nothing," was all I could get out, my face red as scarlet as the two men sat howling at my discomfort.

Alex winked at Tan and said, "That means he had a date with Mrs. Palm and her five sisters," causing the two to laugh even more. Tan, of course, knew my dates with Mrs. Palm were in the past much to my chagrin.

Before I could say anything that might dig the hole I was in any deeper, Tan spoke up and said, "Mattie, Alex said he might be moving out to get married in a few months meaning you'll need another room mate. Maybe I'll move in when I graduate so I'll be closer to the campus. That way, we can help each other out and I won't have to be going back and forth as much."

I was gob-smacked when I heard this. Alex moving out? Alex getting married? Why was I learning this from Tan? Why hadn't Alex told me this himself? Also, Dave's comment from this morning came crashing back into my head, "You'll make someone a great wife someday!" Was that day coming sooner that I had realized? Wife? Why couldn't I be the husband in a relationship????

Instead of explaining why he hadn't thought to have mentioned his plans to me, Alex turned and began talking with Tan as if I weren't even there. "That's a great idea, Tan, you could take over the lease which is in my name and my room as well which is the master bedroom."

I wondered if he even knew the meaning behind his words to my young Master! Giving Tan his room instead of me and having Tan place his name on the lease more or less reinpowerd my subservience in my own home.

While my mouth gaped, Tan responded asking, "Who does the cleaning and other domestic chores?" to which Alex responded, "Well, lately Mattie has been doing most of the cleaning and even my laundry which I really appreciate. I do try to take care of our cars--as most men do though. Oh, I should add, when he gets up in time, Matt, here makes a mean breakfast!"

Tan's response came swiftly, "Well, I see no reamister to make any changes to your arrangement. I'm sure he'll take great care of these things and more if Mom and Dad let me move in. Of course, they'll expect him to learn some basic Vietnamese cooking because I won't have time to be going back to Mom's for a home-cooked meal every night but I'm sure Mom or one of my sisters can take him in hand. Plus, my Dad taught me to take care of the typical man's stuff like the cars so I can do that, too."

Before I could interject and take back control over my future, Tan jumped up and told Alex, "Hey, I've got to get some quick help from Matt before I go home. Thankfully, Mom said we'll be eating a bit late so he still has enough time if he puts some effort in to it. It was great talking with you and I can't wait to talk to Mom and Dad about moving in and taking over the Master bedroom and your lease. Come along Matt, let's go to your room and get down to business because I don't have much time."

Alex took Tan's response and his ordering me around almost without a thought. Indeed, he had become accustomed to it over the past six weeks or so. Plus, for the past fifteen minutes, I had been merely an adjunct to their conversation anyway so why should he have cared now.

Tan walked in my room as if he owned it and ordered me to shut the door so we wouldn't "disturb" Alex. Knowing I probably wanted to object to what had just transpired he immediately took control and snapped his fingers to get my attention before pointing to the floor in front of him. I reacted without thinking just as he had trained me to do.

"Open my trousers, Mattie," he ordered, "I have a quick project for you to work on before I go home to talk with Mom and Dad about moving in to Alex's room!"

I guess I wasn't fast enough so Tan smacked the back of my head with the palm of his hand to get my attention, "Do it now, Matt. My cock hasn't had any release all day and I want your sweet, girly, luscious lips spread wide to make it happy," he said, staring down intently into my eyes. How could I think about anything else with his insistence and the scent of his crotch now wafting over me.

My hands, shakily worked the zipper of his tight jeans and almost as if on cue, his quickly engorging dick of steel began rising out of the opening of his boxer briefs, the eye of his piss-slit practically winking at me, demanding my ministrations. As if to prevent any further waste of time, Alex grabbed the back of my head and powerd his cock deep into my throat causing my eyes to water. "I wouldn't make any noise if I were you with Alex just around the corner," he said as I was about to gag.

I quickly sobered up to the task at hand, fearful of being discovered as the cocksucker I had become. With Tan's massive spear deep in my throat and my nose nestled in his thick, black pubes, I felt completely dominated by this young Asian master. Theoretically, I could have pushed him off but the opportunity for resistance had passed weeks ago. I had long ago lost my will to resist and had mentally begin to assimilate all the "truths" he had explained to me about my needs and the way I was created to sexually respond. My body was on auto-pilot now. In my panties, my clit was reacting to the stimulation Tan's cock was providing my throat as if it we're an actual pussy.

"That's right, Baby, you know just what I need. It's what you need too," Tan said, his words soothing me as his cock dominated me leaking just enough seminal fluid to ease the pain of his relentless and powerful onslaught. "Don't you feel fulfilled now that I've shown you your proper place in life," Tan went on to say. "You were so lost when I met you. You had never even kissed a girl. You were such a virgin. Now, here you are, on your knees before a true man. You are learning that making me happy makes you happy, too. Just think how you'll feel when you can serve me all the time once Alex leaves and I take over your life completely! You are such a natural, kneeling before your superior being fed from the source. I am so thankful I am able to help you realize your full potential and role in life! Damn, I'm doing you such a favor, Baby!"

With that, Alex laughed and began even more roughly fucking my throat.

My mind went blank under the intensity of his assault. Suddenly Tan stopped, pulling his engorged rod totally out of my mouth leaving me gasping for air. "Quick," he said, "get up and lay on your bed with your head over the edge, I want to get a better angle." Of course, I obliged him. What choice did I really have. No sooner was my head where he wanted it, than his cock was back in my throat, this time his balls tea-bagging my nose overwhelming me even more with the power of his dominant scent.

Tan laughed suddenly but didn't stop fucking my face. "You really get into this don't you," he said. Your clit has oozed out its appreciation of the attention I'm giving you leaving a nice wet spot on the front of your trousers. How are you going to explain that to Alex?" he guffawed.

I had lost track of time as I had been focused entirely upon relaxing my throat in order to accommodate the relentless face-fucking Tan was giving me.

When his cock was deep in my throat, we were both startled when Alex knocked on the door and yelled, "Tan, you better watch the time, it's getting close to Seven," before adding, "I'm off to have dinner with my girl. Matt, try to get up early enough to fix my breakfast tomorrow!"

Tan had to answer for me, as I knew it would be rude or impossible to speak with my mouth full! "Don't worry, Alex, I think Matt will do his duty from here on out!" he said as he jammed his cock seemingly even deeper in my throat to prevent me from saying anything or objecting to Alex's expectations.

How Tan could last so long was beyond my comprehension. I always had a hard time lasting more than a few minutes, if that, when I used to masturbate. Maybe Tan was truly helping me out by teaching me how to take care of his needs. As he had often pointed out, when I was focused on his cock, I didn't cum as fast and could actually enjoy the sexual experience so much more. I still came, well usually, but as a result of being the receptacle, one way or another, for his manhood. My own cock seemed more like a clit as Tan had told me. I used to hope I was near average at a little over 5 ½ inches but Matt had shown me the statistics indicating I was clearly below average especially for a Caucasian. Funny, I may have been typical for some Asians but was definitely dwarfed in my own category. It had been a humiliating revelation he had made me endure as he physically held our penises together proving without a doubt the superiority of his weapon. At the time, Tan had stated, I simply was inadequately "manned" to give a woman pleasure. He elaborated, a woman might put up with me initially but over time would become severely frustrated and look elsewhere for relief. This was yet another reamister he was helping me find myself so that any women I might have tried to have a sexual experience with would not be frustrated or simply patronize me by pretending to be satisfied.

The shame I felt at my inadequacy was overcome by Tan's orgasm and my own in reaction to causing his pleasure. Soon, my tonsils were coated with my Master's sperm which proved restorative to my battered and now sore throat. "See, Baby," Tan cooed, "You just came from serving me. Too bad those pants are dry-clean only. I hope my cousin isn't at the desk when you drop them off as he'll figure out you came in your pants. Let's just not tell him why!" he said, laughingly.

After reminding me to clean up every drop of his and my cum, Tan pulled out and quickly got dressed. "Damn, I'm going to be late!" he said, while rushing to tie his Nikes. "Don't worry; I'll talk to Mom and Dad tonight. I think they'll go for it when I tell them you've promised to take care of my needs and that I'll be in charge of how the apartment is managed. I know they won't want me wasting time on domestic chores when I could be studying instead. You're going to be quite an asset for me, baby!"

With that, he was off.

My mouth still had the taste of his pungent offering and my mind could only now begin to process how my future had just been totally rearranged! Despite my shock, I had my own immediate mess to clean up lest my trip to the dry cleaner became even more embarrassing. As Tan had directed, I scooped my own emission up and swallowed it not enjoying it nearly as much as I had Tan's more masculine ejaculate. However, an order is an order. Tan's assurance that sperm, especially his, would help me caused me to overcome any resistance and I quickly consumed what was left before rushing to the shower. I was embarrassed I had come, yet at the same time, I was relieved, as I would have gone crazy after all of that not being able to touch myself. Just the thought of it all was overwhelming but tomorrow would be another day!

The next morning I woke up on time and hustled to get ready for work. Thankfully, I was early enough that I beat Alex to the kitchen and had his coffee ready before he could ask. I also quickly whipped up some scramred eggs with some chives and cheese for the two of us. The toast popped up just as Alex entered the kitchen and I could see the pleasure of the domestic scene laid out before him written all over his face.

"See, Matt, how nice you can make the start of my day when you put your mind to it," Alex said as he reached to butter the toast, his minor contribution to my efforts. "I hope my fiancé works as hard to please me as you have lately! I know you'll be doing this and more when Tan moves in," he added.

Frankly, having not had my coffee yet, my mind wasn't in gear enough at that point to figure out an adequate response. I simply couldn't decide if he was insulting me or building me up. His words seemed to be related to the comment Dave had made at work the other day and my mind worked rapidly to sort out the connection. I just couldn't understand what made these men so different than me. It wasn't that they were all that much larger than I was, Tan certainly wasn't, but they were always able to exercise aspects of either mental or sexual control over me.

"Earth to Matt," were the next words I heard. "Looks like my boy was zoning out, again. You've been doing that a lot lately. By the way, I'm so excited about setting you up with a new roommate. Tan will be good for you. He seems real mature for his age and I think he'll be a stabilizing influence over you." Alex went on to say, "At one time, I would have thought the positions would have been reversed but I'm not going to be the one to judge." With that, Alex got up, naturally leaving me his dishes to wash and was out the door.

As he left and I did the dishes, my brain replayed his words, "he'll be a stabilizing influence OVER you!" In reality it seemed as if everyone had influence over me but especially Tan and Huan. Just hearing that made me see images of myself kneeling in front of them as their cocks jutted forth obscenely from their lithe, Asian frames. I could see their almond eyes beckoning me closer, ordering me to catch the pearls of pre-cum beginning to dangle from their engorged cock-heads.

The vision made me shiver with the mixed emotions of fear and desire. My clit began to harden in the panties they insisted I wear—denoting the fact that to these Asian studs, I wasn't a man in the traditional sense, but a pussy boy in need of their Asian weapons. In only a few months, I had become addicted to their glistening offerings. My body had absorbed millions of their sperm and I had come to believe in my mind in their innate superiority over me--a superiority that would become all the more evident if and when Tan moved in.

Maybe Tan was right, his sperm had reached my brain and had impregnated my mental capacity, overloading my circuits, making me totally his.

Suddenly, I realized I had washed Alex's plate twelve times and was going to be late to work. Trying to gain some sense of self control and fearful of coming in my panties which would only provoke discipline later on, I rushed to finish getting ready and dashed out the door.

Thankfully, Dave had been called into the bosses' office and I was able to get to my cubical unbrowniehed. However, it seemed only moments later, that Shelia scampered by and squealed, "Why didn't you tell me that Alex was getting married and moving out? I was in the middle of a massage when Huan mentioned his brother might be moving in with you when he graduates from High School and starts college. Frankly, Matt, it seems strange you'd choose a kid to be your roommate. Most guys would be having a girlfriend move in, but then, that just doesn't seem to be your thing!"

My jaw was practically hitting the floor as I listened to her commentary. First, Alex had offered his room and control over our lease to Tan without even telling me he was moving out. And now, Huan had told Shelia about it before I even knew whether or not Tan's parents would approve. I can only imagine what Shelia must have thought of me given the proposed "arrangements."

I dreaded to think what she would think of me if she knew what bedroom Tan would get and the probable role I'd be getting in addition to a new roommate. I felt my face getting flush by my own internal embarrassment at the thought and my clit hardening at the same time. I was clearly torn by the situation I found myself in...seemingly unable to resist it but thinking I should at the same time.

As I sat there in a virtual trance in front of her, Sheila added, "Huan says you haven't been back for a massage in a few weeks. Matt, maybe you should go! You look rather stressed this morning. Maybe Huan can help you relax."

Help me relax? Hell, going to Huan was what started all this mess. He's the one that made me into a cocksucker before his younger brother went the next step and turned my ass into his permisteral pussy. Before I met him, I could joke that my ass was a one-way passage but no more.

With that, I felt frustrated and angry. Of course, Dave chose that moment to thrust his coffee mug at me. I responded by telling him to "Go get your own damn coffee! Who do you think I am anyway, your permisteral assistant?"

Dave surprised the hell out of me by bursting into laughter. "Baby, you ARE my permisteral assistant or better yet, my office-wife! I'll overlook that outburst because it's obvious you're on the rag this morning! Now take this mug and do your duty!"

The last comment wasn't said in jest. The fire of resistance had gone out of me and I felt belly-punched by his words, "office-wife!" Dave must have seen my eyes watering up as I took his mug and said, "Mattie, I don't want to hurt you. Just don't fight the pecking order here and you should be able to keep your job as long as you understand that in our section, I'm the boss!"

With that, I trudged to the break room and did my "wifely" duties for another Alpha male. I wish I could have figured out what made me so different from them. Yeah, I wasn't as into sports and didn't like watching football or basketball on TV. So what? I remembered feeling excluded when my own younger brother and Dad would take over the family TV on Sundays and some weeknights rooting for their favorite teams.

Being a middle young, I often felt a little excluded anyway. But maybe there was more to this. Dad always lauded both my older and younger brothers' sports exploits that often made me feel a bit pathetic. I don't think he intended it that way, but I never felt as close to him as I wanted to be simply because I didn't excel at the things he wanted his misters to be into as he, himself had been. Instead, I withdrew into books and studies and in the process, deluded myself to believe I was normal but just in my own way. My Mom always seemed impressed with my choir concerts but had to drag Dad to hear them. Being musical wasn't the same in his mind as being good at sports. Of course he never said it outright, but it was all over his face!

Dave took the coffee from me with barely a nod. As he had made clear, it wasn't for him to thank me for doing my "job!" Maybe Tan was right, if I could find pleasure and happiness from serving true men such as Dave, I might not be as frustrated. I'd have to talk with Tan and have him help me know what I should do, I thought.

Around 4:00 p.m., I received a text from Tan that said, "be at Huan's b4 5:30." Thankfully, I was able to finish on time, left the office shortly after five, and went as Tan had instructed. Huan had a client so I waited for a while wondering what this was all about and if I was to meet him or his little brother. Shortly, a ditzy blond left looking disheveled after her "massage." I couldn't help thinking I must look like that after a good fuck, too.

Huan came out and gestured to me to come in to the massage room, saying, "good, you're here, we need to talk!" Immediately, I got up and followed him into his massage room.

"Look," he said, "I only have a few minutes before my next appointment comes. I simply want to make sure you won't fuck up the arrangements Tan's trying to make with Mom and Dad to take over your roommate's lease. Mom and Dad are going to want to meet you and see the place before they'll agree. I just wanted to tell you, face-to-face, that you better not fuck things up. Remember, Tan's the fucker in your relationship, anyway. My parents need to know that you'll take care of the place and his needs without being made aware of just how extensive a service you actually provide!"

I tried to interrupt when he slapped my face and pointed to the floor in front of him. When I was on my knees, he continued, "Don't you dare interrupt me again or I'll have you punished! Look, Matt, I don't want you forgetting your place or trying to take advantage of my brother's kindness when he moves in with you! As I was about to say, my sisters have volunteered to take you in hand and teach you some basic cooking s*******s. It's all going to be part of the agreement. Mom won't want you cooking cuckolds browniety and unhealthy American food for my brother. I'll expect you to do whatever they tell you. Who knows, maybe afterwards, between them and Tan you'll have picked up all the s*******s necessary to make some Vietnamese stud a loving wife!"

With that, he laughed in my face causing me a great sense of offense.

Just as he finished his little speech, his next appointment showed up and with a wave of his hand, he indicated it was time for me to leave but not before grabbing the back of my head and rubbing my face into his crotch, knowing the pungent aroma would reinpower the verbal message he had just uttered.

I quickly stood up and back away, fearful the permister coming in might see me on my knees. My face was flushed as I passed some bimbo coming from work for a make-over! Yeah, I'm sure Huan's magical hands would have her moaning in short order as he stretched her muscles! Damn, I felt as stressed as ever having been informed of this latest development in my life. The thought of meeting Tan's family made me feel as if I was becoming entangled in a Vietnamese spider's web. I simply felt as if my circuits were overloading.

Alex was already home when I got there. He picked up on my demeanor almost immediately and said, "What's eating you, Matt?"

I was frustrated, and let him have it. "I can't believe you made arrangements about our apartment without even speaking with me first!" I yelled. "I thought we were friends, damn it! You make me feel like I'm inferior or something and it's just not fair! Plus, you didn't even tell me you had set a date!"

After saying this, I couldn't stop the tears that came to my eyes. Alex had to see them. Only girls cry as easily as I do and my tears seemed to be just one more manifestation of my growing sense of inferiority around other men.

"Look, Matt," Alex replied, "I never meant to hurt you. Lately, I've just come to an awareness that you're different. Hanging around with you is like hanging around with my fiancé. You are sweet and kind and for some reamister, unlike any other guy I've known, you come across as a bit fragile and in need of protection. That kid you hang around with seems to understand you. He's strong in his own way, and, well I hate to say it, is more masculine than you. When he sits down, his legs are spread wide and he scratches his balls just like every other guy. Even his legs have more hair than yours! It's odd, but you're just not like us in that way. Anyway, we were talking about his plans for college and how he wanted to get out from under his parents and the thought just came to me about him moving in here. Sorry, but I don't have time to argue about this tonight. I think Tan is the man so to speak and he's the one I'm willing to work with. It's for the best, Matt! Just try and accept it!"

What was it about Dave, Alex, Tan and Huan? Did they have the same PR firm? They were all so "on-message" it was nauseating. "Accept it!", "Office-wife!" were all phrases indicating I had no choice in aspects of work or my home life but was expected to conform to the will of these men in particular. Did I want it or did I hate it? At times I just couldn't say. However, I was becoming aware that mentally, I was beginning to accept my new reality despite my own sense of confliction. Maybe I was made to serve as Tan kept telling me while his cock was lodged deep in my throat or pressing against the inner ring of my pussy! "Take it Matt," he'd say! "Prove to me how much you want me deep in you, breeding you, making you more and more what you are!" I was mind-fucked, pussy-fucked and throat-fucked! What more could happen to me?

Surprisingly, I didn't see Tan for a few days and I was in agony because of it. I had slept terribly trying to resist the sexually oriented dreams that tormented me and the male instinct that still seemed present urging me to masturbate in the fashion normal for males despite all of Tan's instructions that I think of my dick as a clit. I may not have been a man like Tan, but I swear my sperm, or whatever bodily fluids my sex organs produced, had backed up into my brain. Yeah, hard, my clit was only about 5.5 inches, probably less than the average male's dick as Tan had consistently pointed out. Visually, though, it looked puny compared to Tan's more masculine and olive colored weapon. Another inch and a half on a guy so much more compact than I am made for a dramatic difference.

Damn, just thinking about that cock could get me so worked up! Still, half of me simply wanted to cum and be free of Tan's control! The other half, though, held the upper hand telling me Tan would smack my ass raw and deny me contact with what I craved if I disobeyed him. I was so damn conflicted that I had become irritable. Maybe Dave was right, I was on the rag because I felt like so many girls acted when their periods were about to kick in.

Finally, Friday evening around 7:00 p.m., Tan knocked on my door and strutted in like he owned the place—or soon would once Alex signed the lease over to him. He went and sat down in what was typically Alex's chair. Just as Alex had pointed out the other day, his legs were spread wide, and one hand was near his crotch not far from that massive weapon of his.

"Coke" he said, naturally expecting me to get it for him and to attend to his comforts before he permitted me to think of mine. But then, taking care of the needs of other men was becoming "natural" for me, at work for Dave, at home for Alex and completely for Tan! After I placed his take on a coaster on the end table next to his chair, Tan pointed to the spot between his legs and said, "knees!" It was an order I didn't fight!

After sitting silently and sipping his coke for what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes, Tan snapped his fingers to get my attention. I had been staring intently at his cock outlined so visibly underneath his shorts. Seeing my focus, Tan grabbed his crotch with two hands and said, "Don't worry, baby, your Asian Daddy's going to give you some loving with THIS before he goes home!" With that, he couldn't help himself and chortled with his sexy laughter.

In a way, it broke the ice. I was pent up with my own need for him and undoubtedly, this manly yet barely 18 year-old Asian hunk needed some release too, as the obscene bulge between his wide-spread legs pointed out.

"Tonight, I want us to get some things out in the open," Tan said, "but first let's get these tight shorts off so my cock and balls can breathe!" With that, my Vietnamese Master stood, unsnapped his shorts and said, "Why don't you finish off the job, Matt! You know you want this—and more importantly, need this," as he hefted his egg-sized balls in front of my bulging eyes.

Carefully, I pulled his taut underwear over his semi-engorged cock and then pulled both his underwear and shorts down his surprisingly hairy legs. Immediately he boned up and the object of my lust snapped up, smacking his defined stomach making my eyes drool with absolute and total desire. Tan stepped out of his clothes and kicked them aside before pulling my nose into his lustrous, thick, black pubic bush. What a contrast it was to my own baby-smooth body. I had been begging Tan to let me grow back my pubes, but still never had as thick a bush as did the object of my desires! This short, but powerfully built Asian was clearly all man and wanted me to know it.

"Breathe deeply, Mattie," Tan said. "Inhale my powerful scent. Let it excite you and bring you to a better state of mind. Tan lifted up his semi-hardened cock so that my nose was nestled in his balls while his cock road the top of my nose ending way up on my forehead. A spot of pre-cum marked me in glistening white in the same spot a high-caste Indian woman would have red. Being so close to the source of my sexual fulfillment had a two-fold effect on me. Of course, my clit fluffed up unbidden, but I also became instantly calm. I can't speak for other gay men, but as an emerging sexual submissive, there was clearly more to all this than physical. These Vietnamese boys were getting deep into my psyche and somehow understood my need for a man who could take control with firmness over my life yet do so in what was actually a caring and respectful way. Surprisingly, while keeping me on the edge, neither had actually hurt me. When Tan took my virginity, it wasn't ****. I didn't red. Instead, he recognized something about me I had here-to-fore been unable to see in myself. And smelling his manhood helped me not to feel the loss of my own but instead caused me to feel an intense sense of gratitude for his willingness to share his masculinity with me.

Tan had helped me see that I was deficient in some way, and that I had an intense need to serve him. Through that service, I felt fulfilled, sexually and in reality, humanly as well. I would never have dreamed that I would learn to cum while focused on another man's body and not my own. Tan was subtly instructing me that my years of routine masturbation had harmed my development. Masturbation, considered by most as so natural for teens, Tan pointed out, had stunted my maturity much as the psychologists had long pointed out. Instead of reading stories (such as this) to "get off", Tan showed me I had no "staying power" but came quickly with little stimulation. Instead, when I focused on accommodating the masterful strokes of his masculine spear a transition occurred.

Lately he had found pleasure in taking me doggy style. Although I preferred submitting to his needs on my back like a woman, he loved gauging my reactions when he changed from long stroking, to total withdrawal followed by a quick re-insertion and then to a more fast-paced, naturalistic fuck! Tan said he loved smacking my ass and watching it jiggle for him. Even when he didn't smack me, my butt cheeks still turned red from the repeated contact with his incredibly powerful thighs. However, Tan was protected by his thick pubes and I, on the other hand, had, you might say, no such padding!

I guess I had gotten so lost in reflection that Tan had become inpatient. "Damn, Matt, you'd think I had magictized you simply by allowing you to be so close to my cock! Don't you think its time you show me how much you need me in you? Now I'm going to sit back in Alex's chair and have you get me nice and juicy before I make love to your pussy. Have you been a good girl for me, baby? Have you kept your hands from playing with your clitty?"

I vigorously moved my head up and down and replied, "Oh please, PLEASE, Tan, let me suck your cock. I need you so badly! I've missed you and my pussy is throbbing in desire for you. Please let me have you inside me!"

Tan laughed, "Alright, baby, since you asked so nicely!" he said as he shoved his cock balls-deep into my throat before I had a chance to react. Despite all my acquired s*******, I still gagged on his weapon of prodigious length and surprising girth. As my eyes watered, Tan grabbed my chin and powerd me to look into his eyes, "You better not let me down, Matt, or I won't give you my seed!"

I'm not sure if my tears were from gagging or fear he would choose to deny me! However, as soon as I quit focusing on myself but only on pleasing him, my throat muscles were able to relax and I was able to give him a first-rate blowjob. Clearly, Tan had been saving up. His hands, grasped the back of my head in a vice-grip as he held me onto his cock and shot wad after wad seemingly directly into my stomach. Near the end, he back off so the last few shots could land on my tongue. I knew the drill. He wanted to see his spunk on my tongue and witness me savor its pungent flavor before submissively swallowing it as I gazed into his eyes.

Maybe it was simply because of his youth, but Tan seemed to keep his hard-on just from witnessing my reaction to his control. Indeed, I am not sure either of us realized it yet, but in reality, we fed off each other. My presentation to his will fed his still youthful ego that in turn gave me a form of inner peace as I savored his external release. You could say that Tan seeded me both physically and mentally. His taste permeated my mouth as his sticky and thick essence was absorbed either into my digestive system, or made its way, up channel, to fertilize my womb. Mentally, Tan simply ruled my senses: his scent was deep in my nostrils, his taste in my mouth and his touch incited me wherever his body and mine made contact. Of course, I could never get enough of gazing upon his incredible body or hearing his surprisingly deep and remisterant voice. The totality of what is him simply overwhelmed me.

With his rampant cock still hard even after spurting a mouthful of rich, spicy cum down my throat, Tan was clearly ready for more. He was at his prime and literally, given his self-control, could go for hours! Tan pulled out of my mouth with a popping sound leaving me on my knees in front of him with drool all over my face. He couldn't help but laugh seeing my look of abject sorrow once his meaty dong was no longer imbedded in me. "Don't worry baby," he said, "I'm about to plug that tight pussy of yours as soon as I've got you ready!"

With that, he reached for the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small hotel-sized container of hand cream. I was still on my knees with my clothes on when Tan snapped his fingers and said, "Matt, clothes off, NOW!"

I don't think I've ever moved so quickly in my life. Here we were in the middle of the apartment's living room. While Alex was probably out for the evening, he did, sometimes pop back and with his fiancé. Yet, Tan really didn't care if he saw us. Hell, this youthful Vietnamese stud was about to mount his older white bitch. Had the situation been reversed, it might have mattered. But from Tan's perspective, at least HE had nothing to lose and he wanted to take me now, out here where there was just the slightest risk of my further offense! Tan grabbed me by the scruff of my neck as his obscenely engorged prick jutted out from his body so full of red that it swayed from side to side. He maneuvered me near the front window so my face was slightly above the sill and I could gaze out into the street only separated from the glass by a sheer curtain.

Tan, laughed, and said, "Matt, I thought I'd fuck you on your knees, doggy style, so you could see our reflection and also be able to tell if Alex or anyone else showed up!" The obsceneness of it all overwhelmed my senses as my Asian master rubbed my pussy lips and his dong with cream, lined himself up before grabbing on my shoulders and ramming himself in. The suddenness of his entry resulted in searing but brief pain.

Normally, he fingered me to loosen me up. But tonight, Tan wanted to demonstrate ownership for any and all to see. I was his for the taking in whatever manner he wanted. I couldn't and wouldn't resist his advances because I needed them to be made complete!

As Tan had made me realize, I would never experience the thrill of penetrating another thus I couldn't put into words what he felt as his cock slid into its sheath. My pussy was, he told me, like satiny velvet. My inner muscles gripped him and pulled him deeper as if my life depended upon it. He was excited by my need for and my presentation to him.

On the other hand, when he invaded me, I could feel the heat from his spear deep inside me. I was a virgin when he first took me and had not been opened by any other which freed Tan from worry of disease and as I was infertile (meaning I could not bear his youngren), Tan could implant his seed without the stress of pregnancy. Tan leaned forward and placed his hands around me. With his cock imbedded deeply in me, because of his shorter stature, his head was further back behind mine. His lips couldn't reach my ear. But still, his whispered words of control over me fed me with need as his tightly muscled chest massaged my back while he pummeled my pussy with his desire.

My breath was hot, steaming up the window in front of me as I witnessed my Asian prince rutting deep within me. Tan grabbed my breasts and squeezed them. "Baby, I wish you weren't so flat so I could fuck your cleavage! Maybe when I move in, you can take some hormones and develop a b-cup for me," he said with much mirth as my head spun with abject fear! Still, I couldn't resist him when he began playing with my nipples, pinching and pulling them causing my clit to react even more as if that were humanly possible. Smack, smack, smack the sounds continued as he fucked me. He had already cum and now could control his orgasm even better. I swear this stud could last for hours!

Unable to touch my clit even if I wanted to as my hands were on the floor holding up both our bodies, I could still feel my own orgasm rapidly approaching. "Fuck me, Tan," I screamed, "I'm about to cum!"

"No, Baby, not until I tell you," he replied, as he quickly dismounted me. Tan jumped up, his cock smeared with our juices smacked his belly. He then ran to the kitchen to grab a towel to place under us. "Look, I don't want either of us to make a mess on the carpet since it will soon be mine!" he said. "Now get up and get in that bean bag chair on your back. You are going to cum when I say so, with your hands behind your head as you look into my eyes while I fuck you to your release!"

I didn't hesitate but moved that instant as he had directed. At first, the vinyl was so cold to my naked back that I shivered. Tan grabbed my legs and placed them on his more slim shoulders. My pussy was already opened and pulsing from his earlier fucking and didn't resist his insertion. Still, even though his entry no longer hurt, I made a sound as my lungs deflated in response to his aggressive claiming of me. As before, I stared into his almond-shaped, black eyes and saw that almost indescribable look of conquest as he repeatedly rammed himself ever deeper into me. It was as if he was reaching into my soul through my eyes as his cockhead pierced the deep inner ring that, I'm told, only a man with a long enough cock can ever reach.

My clit was semi-engorged. It didn't need to be hard like Tan's cock was because it was going nowhere. Like a woman's cIit, it was not going to enter a darned thing. Instead, it oozed fluid every time Tan's cock rubbed my prostrate. I don't know if my balls tightened up or not. Tan told me my prostrate was an inner nut and his cock determined whether I would cum or simply writhe in agony, not reaching release.

Thankfully, Tan's weapon knew, instinctively, what to do. It was both long and thick enough to exert his dominion over me. While I tried to hold my head steady, I couldn't help but move it side to side, the feelings he raised in me simply overloaded my senses.

The sound of raw, masculine sex must be interesting. Tan told me he was going to tape us so I could hear what I sounded like as I made an "ah, ah, ah" sound every time he rammed deep inside me. My whimpering was notable as was the sound of air being pushed out of my by his fuck. Add to that, the smacking sound of his body's contact with mine.

Some people believe our union to be "unnatural." But there's almost a perfect fit as if the male specimen was made to insert himself into his submissive whether it be a man or a woman. Tan said that my sex really didn't matter because, when he fucked me, I was, for all practical purposes a woman to him. At one point, Tan looked down at me as him member was embedded into my inner womb. He laughed as he saw his thick, black pubic hair surrounding my bald pussy and said, "Damn, Matt, it's a good thing I have enough hair for the both of us!"

I was stymied about what to make. But once again, the thought of Alex seeing me caused my adrenaline to propel me in to high gear! Knowing Tan to be Vietnamese, I immediately set about preparing some rice. While waiting for the water to boil, I quickly thawed an eight-ounce portion of salmon I had in our freezer in warm water. When the water was ready, I added the rice, turned down the burner to low while simultaneously turning on the oven to 425 degrees. Prepping the fish was easy and amazingly, when the rice was done about 20 minutes later, I had a simple but good meal prepared for Tan of a simple green vegetable, rice and delicious salmon.

Naturally, while I cooked, Tan had taken the liberty of showering in my bathroom and arrived in time to eat, fully dressed! Tan sat in Alex's kitchen chair and had me stand by him while he ate. He laughed when my stomach growled and permitted me to eat the portion I had set aside for myself. As he pointed out, being the active and dominant partner in our sexual relationship, he was the one who exerted all the energy and needed replenishment. My eating was not nearly as important as his if I were to receive the benefit of his sexual release!

As soon as the dishes were finished, Alex permitted me to gather my clothes from the living room floor and dash to my bathroom. His timing couldn't have been more perfect for as the bathroom door closed behind me, I heard Alex coming in the front door. I swear he must have heard my fart as some of Tan's essence blew itself out of me along with all the air he had pumped deep inside of me.

"What did he eat that made him fart like that?" I heard Alex ask Tan. Well, if we hadn't just eaten salmon, I'd have said a big sausage," Tan retorted!

"Asian or Polish?" Alex said in reply, as they both burst out laughing.

Even behind the locked bathroom door, my face burned in offense. At least Alex didn't see anything, I thought, all the while my pussy lips pulsed from the pummeling I had so recently received. Despite my desire to resist, as the water warmed up, I couldn't help but stick a finger back up "there" and feel the slime that was still present despite having just expelled the gas and most of what Tan had ejected so deep inside me into the toilet. His splooge glistened on my finger and I soon found myself taking a swipe of it off my finger with my tongue. Sure, there was a bit of an ass taste, but I could still taste Tan's powerful essence and it made me horny. Damn, could I ever get enough of my little man-stud, I thought, as I moved to stand under the wonderful stream of hot water!

My muscles, which were still tense from my fear of being caught, freshly fucked and naked while cooking dinner for Tan, slowly began to loosen under the pulsing hot water. However, it wasn't just the hot water that pulsed. My pussy still seemed to pulse with desire as it gaped wide-open under the water I aimed directly at it. Showered and shampooed, I exited the shower before I turned into a complete prune!

I came out of my room dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and wearing flip-flops. Tan and Alex were laughing at some joke in the living room when I came in.

Looking up, Alex said, "Tan told me he gave you a work out! I was wondering why you'd leave a guest to shower in the evening – as it's not like you. But he said you stunk! I noticed this place smelled a bit like a locker room when I came in the door. Try not to stink up the place, Matt, at least while I'm still living here!"

I was about to offer a retort when Alex gave me a look implying that I should keep my mouth shut IF I knew what was best! With that, I made a move to sit on the couch but Tan spoke up and said, "Matt, why don't you try the bean bag chair. I'm told they're incredibly comfortable and anyway, your ass must be sore from that exercise routine we just did!"

In addition to practically telling Alex what we had done—but in a way that protected my virtue, Tan knew I'd be sitting near the floor, lower than either he or Alex. Plus, how could I forget that less than an hour before, my body had been splayed out in that exact spot underneath my rough, bareback-riding Vietnamese man-boy! I started to sputter a suggestion that I just sit on the couch but Tan gave me that all-powerful look and raised his eyebrows! Any hesitation to do otherwise left me and I lowered myself as directed into the chair. I could have sworn I smelled our mutual efforts as I lay back on that now slightly sticky vinyl. Naturally, Tan enjoyed my awkwardness knowing how my mind worked and what I had to be thinking.

"I'm glad you're here, Alex," Tan said. "I'm pretty sure Mom and Dad are going to let me assume your lease once I receive my High School Diploma in two months! My sisters want to teach Matt a bit of our culture and give him some cooking classes since I'll be having to study and go to classes. Plus, they all want to tour the apartment in order to see it for themselves. Would you mind if Matt picked up your room and the rest of the place a bit so they'll form a good, first impression? The sooner we get them through the place the sooner we can make everything official!"

"That's an excellent idea!" Alex replied. I think they'll like the set up I'm leaving for you. They'll note the contrast in accommodation and be impressed to see their little guy so on top of things with a big room and bed for his college conquests!"

"Well, I'm not sure I w

ant them to see that!" Tan said with great mirth at my expense, "but knowing Matt will defer to me the Master Suite will leave an impression that is, let us say, entirely adequate!"

While all this was being discussed on a level, physically above me, I couldn't help but see Tan's cock, semi-boned as he slouched in his chair, his legs spread wide in the stance typical to more masculine and dominant men. Without realizing it, I licked my lips just as Tan looked over at me and saw where my gaze was.

"You like the comfort of that chair," Tan taunted. "Great position to see throughout the apartment isn't it?" he stated!

Thankfully, Alex missed the finer point Tan was making about my desire for his cock and stood up and said, "Sorry guys, I've got to go. My fiancé's home visiting her parents and doing wedding planning this weekend so I'm free to meet a bunch of the guys from work. It would have been a blast if you could have joined us, Tan since Alex never wants to go! You're cool and have your cuckolds brownie so together that I forget you're too young to get into the bars!"

Yeah, "in-control!" I thought. He had no idea just how right he was!

Surprisingly, I didn't see Tan for a few days and I was in agony because of it. I had slept terribly trying to resist the sexually oriented dreams that tormented me and the male instinct that still seemed present urging me to masturbate in the fashion normal for males despite all of Tan's instructions that I think of my dick as a clit. I may not have been a man like Tan, but I swear my sperm, or whatever bodily fluids my sex organs produced, had backed up into my brain. Yeah, hard, my clit was only about 5.5 inches, probably less than the average male's dick as Tan had consistently pointed out. Visually, though, it looked puny compared to Tan's more masculine and olive colored weapon. Another inch and a half on a guy so much more compact than I am made for a dramatic difference.

Damn, just thinking about that cock could get me so worked up! Still, half of me simply wanted to cum and be free of Tan's control! The other half, though, held the upper hand telling me Tan would smack my ass raw and deny me contact with what I craved if I disobeyed him. I was so damn conflicted that I had become irritable. Maybe Dave was right, I was on the rag because I felt like so many girls acted when their periods were about to kick in.

Finally, Friday evening around 7:00 p.m., Tan knocked on my door and strutted in like he owned the place—or soon would once Alex signed the lease over to him. He went and sat down in what was typically Alex's chair. Just as Alex had pointed out the other day, his legs were spread wide, and one hand was near his crotch not far from that massive weapon of his.

"Coke" he said, naturally expecting me to get it for him and to attend to his comforts before he permitted me to think of mine. But then, taking care of the needs of other men was becoming "natural" for me, at work for Dave, at home for Alex and completely for Tan! After I placed his take on a coaster on the end table next to his chair, Tan pointed to the spot between his legs and said, "knees!" It was an order I didn't fight!

After sitting silently and sipping his coke for what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes, Tan snapped his fingers to get my attention. I had been staring intently at his cock outlined so visibly underneath his shorts. Seeing my focus, Tan grabbed his crotch with two hands and said, "Don't worry, baby, your Asian Daddy's going to give you some loving with THIS before he goes home!" With that, he couldn't help himself and chortled with his sexy laughter.

In a way, it broke the ice. I was pent up with my own need for him and undoubtedly, this manly yet barely 18 year-old Asian hunk needed some release too, as the obscene bulge between his wide-spread legs pointed out.

"Tonight, I want us to get some things out in the open," Tan said, "but first let's get these tight shorts off so my cock and balls can breathe!" With that, my Vietnamese Master stood, unsnapped his shorts and said, "Why don't you finish off the job, Matt! You know you want this—and more importantly, need this," as he hefted his egg-sized balls in front of my bulging eyes.

Carefully, I pulled his taut underwear over his semi-engorged cock and then pulled both his underwear and shorts down his surprisingly hairy legs. Immediately he boned up and the object of my lust snapped up, smacking his defined stomach making my eyes drool with absolute and total desire. Tan stepped out of his clothes and kicked them aside before pulling my nose into his lustrous, thick, black pubic bush. What a contrast it was to my own baby-smooth body. I had been begging Tan to let me grow back my pubes, but still never had as thick a bush as did the object of my desires! This short, but powerfully built Asian was clearly all man and wanted me to know it.

"Breathe deeply, Mattie," Tan said. "Inhale my powerful scent. Let it excite you and bring you to a better state of mind. Tan lifted up his semi-hardened cock so that my nose was nestled in his balls while his cock road the top of my nose ending way up on my forehead. A spot of pre-cum marked me in glistening white in the same spot a high-caste Indian woman would have red. Being so close to the source of my sexual fulfillment had a two-fold effect on me. Of course, my clit fluffed up unbidden, but I also became instantly calm. I can't speak for other gay men, but as an emerging sexual submissive, there was clearly more to all this than physical. These Vietnamese boys were getting deep into my psyche and somehow understood my need for a man who could take control with firmness over my life yet do so in what was actually a caring and respectful way. Surprisingly, while keeping me on the edge, neither had actually hurt me. When Tan took my virginity, it wasn't ****. I didn't red. Instead, he recognized something about me I had here-to-fore been unable to see in myself. And smelling his manhood helped me not to feel the loss of my own but instead caused me to feel an intense sense of gratitude for his willingness to share his masculinity with me.

Tan had helped me see that I was deficient in some way, and that I had an intense need to serve him. Through that service, I felt fulfilled, sexually and in reality, humanly as well. I would never have dreamed that I would learn to cum while focused on another man's body and not my own. Tan was subtly instructing me that my years of routine masturbation had harmed my development. Masturbation, considered by most as so natural for teens, Tan pointed out, had stunted my maturity much as the psychologists had long pointed out. Instead of reading stories (such as this) to "get off", Tan showed me I had no "staying power" but came quickly with little stimulation. Instead, when I focused on accommodating the masterful strokes of his masculine spear a transition occurred.

Lately he had found pleasure in taking me doggy style. Although I preferred submitting to his needs on my back like a woman, he loved gauging my reactions when he changed from long stroking, to total withdrawal followed by a quick re-insertion and then to a more fast-paced, naturalistic fuck! Tan said he loved smacking my ass and watching it jiggle for him. Even when he didn't smack me, my butt cheeks still turned red from the repeated contact with his incredibly powerful thighs. However, Tan was protected by his thick pubes and I, on the other hand, had, you might say, no such padding!

I guess I had gotten so lost in reflection that Tan had become inpatient. "Damn, Matt, you'd think I had magictized you simply by allowing you to be so close to my cock! Don't you think its time you show me how much you need me in you? Now I'm going to sit back in Alex's chair and have you get me nice and juicy before I make love to your pussy. Have you been a good girl for me, baby? Have you kept your hands from playing with your clitty?"

I vigorously moved my head up and down and replied, "Oh please, PLEASE, Tan, let me suck your cock. I need you so badly! I've missed you and my pussy is throbbing in desire for you. Please let me have you inside me!"

Tan laughed, "Alright, baby, since you asked so nicely!" he said as he shoved his cock balls-deep into my throat before I had a chance to react. Despite all my acquired s*******, I still gagged on his weapon of prodigious length and surprising girth. As my eyes watered, Tan grabbed my chin and powerd me to look into his eyes, "You better not let me down, Matt, or I won't give you my seed!"

I'm not sure if my tears were from gagging or fear he would choose to deny me! However, as soon as I quit focusing on myself but only on pleasing him, my throat muscles were able to relax and I was able to give him a first-rate blowjob. Clearly, Tan had been saving up. His hands, grasped the back of my head in a vice-grip as he held me onto his cock and shot wad after wad seemingly directly into my stomach. Near the end, he back off so the last few shots could land on my tongue. I knew the drill. He wanted to see his spunk on my tongue and witness me savor its pungent flavor before submissively swallowing it as I gazed into his eyes.

Maybe it was simply because of his youth, but Tan seemed to keep his hard-on just from witnessing my reaction to his control. Indeed, I am not sure either of us realized it yet, but in reality, we fed off each other. My presentation to his will fed his still youthful ego that in turn gave me a form of inner peace as I savored his external release. You could say that Tan seeded me both physically and mentally. His taste permeated my mouth as his sticky and thick essence was absorbed either into my digestive system, or made its way, up channel, to fertilize my womb. Mentally, Tan simply ruled my senses: his scent was deep in my nostrils, his taste in my mouth and his touch incited me wherever his body and mine made contact. Of course, I could never get enough of gazing upon his incredible body or hearing his surprisingly deep and remisterant voice. The totality of what is him simply overwhelmed me.

With his rampant cock still hard even after spurting a mouthful of rich, spicy cum down my throat, Tan was clearly ready for more. He was at his prime and literally, given his self-control, could go for hours! Tan pulled out of my mouth with a popping sound leaving me on my knees in front of him with drool all over my face. He couldn't help but laugh seeing my look of abject sorrow once his meaty dong was no longer imbedded in me. "Don't worry baby," he said, "I'm about to plug that tight pussy of yours as soon as I've got you ready!"

With that, he reached for the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a small hotel-sized container of hand cream. I was still on my knees with my clothes on when Tan snapped his fingers and said, "Matt, clothes off, NOW!"

I don't think I've ever moved so quickly in my life. Here we were in the middle of the apartment's living room. While Alex was probably out for the evening, he did, sometimes pop back and with his fiancé. Yet, Tan really didn't care if he saw us. Hell, this youthful Vietnamese stud was about to mount his older white bitch. Had the situation been reversed, it might have mattered. But from Tan's perspective, at least HE had nothing to lose and he wanted to take me now, out here where there was just the slightest risk of my further offense! Tan grabbed me by the scruff of my neck as his obscenely engorged prick jutted out from his body so full of red that it swayed from side to side. He maneuvered me near the front window so my face was slightly above the sill and I could gaze out into the street only separated from the glass by a sheer curtain.

Tan, laughed, and said, "Matt, I thought I'd fuck you on your knees, doggy style, so you could see our reflection and also be able to tell if Alex or anyone else showed up!" The obsceneness of it all overwhelmed my senses as my Asian master rubbed my pussy lips and his dong with cream, lined himself up before grabbing on my shoulders and ramming himself in. The suddenness of his entry resulted in searing but brief pain.

Normally, he fingered me to loosen me up. But tonight, Tan wanted to demonstrate ownership for any and all to see. I was his for the taking in whatever manner he wanted. I couldn't and wouldn't resist his advances because I needed them to be made complete!

As Tan had made me realize, I would never experience the thrill of penetrating another thus I couldn't put into words what he felt as his cock slid into its sheath. My pussy was, he told me, like satiny velvet. My inner muscles gripped him and pulled him deeper as if my life depended upon it. He was excited by my need for and my presentation to him.

On the other hand, when he invaded me, I could feel the heat from his spear deep inside me. I was a virgin when he first took me and had not been opened by any other which freed Tan from worry of disease and as I was infertile (meaning I could not bear his youngren), Tan could implant his seed without the stress of pregnancy. Tan leaned forward and placed his hands around me. With his cock imbedded deeply in me, because of his shorter stature, his head was further back behind mine. His lips couldn't reach my ear. But still, his whispered words of control over me fed me with need as his tightly muscled chest massaged my back while he pummeled my pussy with his desire.

My breath was hot, steaming up the window in front of me as I witnessed my Asian prince rutting deep within me. Tan grabbed my breasts and squeezed them. "Baby, I wish you weren't so flat so I could fuck your cleavage! Maybe when I move in, you can take some hormones and develop a b-cup for me," he said with much mirth as my head spun with abject fear! Still, I couldn't resist him when he began playing with my nipples, pinching and pulling them causing my clit to react even more as if that were humanly possible. Smack, smack, smack the sounds continued as he fucked me. He had already cum and now could control his orgasm even better. I swear this stud could last for hours!

Unable to touch my clit even if I wanted to as my hands were on the floor holding up both our bodies, I could still feel my own orgasm rapidly approaching. "Fuck me, Tan," I screamed, "I'm about to cum!"

"No, Baby, not until I tell you," he replied, as he quickly dismounted me. Tan jumped up, his cock smeared with our juices smacked his belly. He then ran to the kitchen to grab a towel to place under us. "Look, I don't want either of us to make a mess on the carpet since it will soon be mine!" he said. "Now get up and get in that bean bag chair on your back. You are going to cum when I say so, with your hands behind your head as you look into my eyes while I fuck you to your release!"

I didn't hesitate but moved that instant as he had directed. At first, the vinyl was so cold to my naked back that I shivered. Tan grabbed my legs and placed them on his more slim shoulders. My pussy was already opened and pulsing from his earlier fucking and didn't resist his insertion. Still, even though his entry no longer hurt, I made a sound as my lungs deflated in response to his aggressive claiming of me. As before, I stared into his almond-shaped, black eyes and saw that almost indescribable look of conquest as he repeatedly rammed himself ever deeper into me. It was as if he was reaching into my soul through my eyes as his cockhead pierced the deep inner ring that, I'm told, only a man with a long enough cock can ever reach.

My clit was semi-engorged. It didn't need to be hard like Tan's cock was because it was going nowhere. Like a woman's cIit, it was not going to enter a darned thing. Instead, it oozed fluid every time Tan's cock rubbed my prostrate. I don't know if my balls tightened up or not. Tan told me my prostrate was an inner nut and his cock determined whether I would cum or simply writhe in agony, not reaching release.

Thankfully, Tan's weapon knew, instinctively, what to do. It was both long and thick enough to exert his dominion over me. While I tried to hold my head steady, I couldn't help but move it side to side, the feelings he raised in me simply overloaded my senses.

The sound of raw, masculine sex must be interesting. Tan told me he was going to tape us so I could hear what I sounded like as I made an "ah, ah, ah" sound every time he rammed deep inside me. My whimpering was notable as was the sound of air being pushed out of my by his fuck. Add to that, the smacking sound of his body's contact with mine.

Some people believe our union to be "unnatural." But there's almost a perfect fit as if the male specimen was made to insert himself into his submissive whether it be a man or a woman. Tan said that my sex really didn't matter because, when he fucked me, I was, for all practical purposes a woman to him. At one point, Tan looked down at me as him member was embedded into my inner womb. He laughed as he saw his thick, black pubic hair surrounding my bald pussy and said, "Damn, Matt, it's a good thing I have enough hair for the both of us!"

He continued his rutting like wild male mammals do every Spring. He leaned forward, making me into a sandwich and allowing his cock to get deeper inside me. With his newfound leverage, his eyes were even closer to mine. Insistently, he powerd his mouth onto mine, his tongue pushed into my mouth making me shudder. Apparently most men close their eyes when making out or having sex, but ours stayed completely open, neither of us wanting to miss a reaction.

As his spear rubbed my prostrate now, I felt as if I were receiving electrical shocks. My mouth was his, my pussy was his, my clit felt the wonder of his taut abs—I was in complete overload. As I began to cum, no longer able to exert any control but only able to submit to his mastery, I momentarily ******. He had fucked me to orgasm with his words, his incredible body and a Vietnamese lance that both penetrated and owned me totally and completely!

When I came to, Tan was grinning and looking down on me. He was dripping with sweat from all his physical exertions. Actually, the fucking made him ravenous. He had lasted for at least 45 minutes, which was, in reality, a massive workout!

My pussy was sore from all the action but I didn't care. The release of pent up emotion and cum was more than worth it! Tan had pushed my legs off his shoulders and I had locked them around his lithe waist not wanting him ever to leave me.

I couldn't help but cry as I gazed up into the eyes of the one who had just so completely dominated every aspect of my being. No one had ever made me feel as he had. Did I love him? Could he ever love me? I was awash in emotions beyond my capacity to process. All I knew is that I didn't want this, whatever it was, to end. Whether or not the world saw into that living room at that moment and witnessed my complete physical, sexual and emotional presentation to this youthful Vietnamese master, I simply didn't care!

Like the youth he was, Tan wasn't one to lie around, even if he was totally sated from sex. He pried my legs apart, rolled off me and ordered me to my feet. Once I was standing vulnerable and naked in front of him, he lazily fell back on the beanbag chair and with a cocky grin, told me to make him something good to eat. "Stay naked and keep your pussy lips together as I don't want any of my baby makers dripping out. Instead I want them swimming deep inside of you, entering your red stream and making you totally mine," he ordered!

I must have looked like a prostitute. My hair was matted, my neck felt sticky from where he licked, marked and claimed me both on the back and on the front while he fucked me. I had my own cum, now drying where it had pooled near my belly button, and after such an intense and lengthy fuck, I felt a bit bloated. The last thing I wanted to do was cook and, instead, preferred to run to the shower! Whining, I said, "Tan, please let me get cleaned up and dressed. Alex may be back soon and I don't want him to see me like this!"

Tan just growled at me. "Well, then, you better make something fast because you're not cleaning up until after you've taken care of my needs. I gave you the best fucking of your life and now I'm starved. Anyway, you begged me to fuck you practically in view of the entire neighborhood and now your acting modest? Please!"

I had enough history to know that Tan wasn't going to change his mind and enough fear to rush to the kitchen...well rush might have been a strong word...you can't run real fast when you're trying to keep your male pussy from leaking your master's sperm after an amazing fuck!
I was stymied about what to make. But once again, the thought of Alex seeing me caused my adrenaline to propel me in to high gear! Knowing Tan to be Vietnamese, I immediately set about preparing some rice. While waiting for the water to boil, I quickly thawed an eight-ounce portion of salmon I had in our freezer in warm water. When the water was ready, I added the rice, turned down the burner to low while simultaneously turning on the oven to 425 degrees. Prepping the fish was easy and amazingly, when the rice was done about 20 minutes later, I had a simple but good meal prepared for Tan of a simple green vegetable, rice and delicious salmon.

Naturally, while I cooked, Tan had taken the liberty of showering in my bathroom and arrived in time to eat, fully dressed! Tan sat in Alex's kitchen chair and had me stand by him while he ate. He laughed when my stomach growled and permitted me to eat the portion I had set aside for myself. As he pointed out, being the active and dominant partner in our sexual relationship, he was the one who exerted all the energy and needed replenishment. My eating was not nearly as important as his if I were to receive the benefit of his sexual release!

As soon as the dishes were finished, Alex permitted me to gather my clothes from the living room floor and dash to my bathroom. His timing couldn't have been more perfect for as the bathroom door closed behind me, I heard Alex coming in the front door. I swear he must have heard my fart as some of Tan's essence blew itself out of me along with all the air he had pumped deep inside of me.

"What did he eat that made him fart like that?" I heard Alex ask Tan. Well, if we hadn't just eaten salmon, I'd have said a big sausage," Tan retorted!

"Asian or Polish?" Alex said in reply, as they both burst out laughing.

Even behind the locked bathroom door, my face burned in offense. At least Alex didn't see anything, I thought, all the while my pussy lips pulsed from the pummeling I had so recently received. Despite my desire to resist, as the water warmed up, I couldn't help but stick a finger back up "there" and feel the slime that was still present despite having just expelled the gas and most of what Tan had ejected so deep inside me into the toilet. His splooge glistened on my finger and I soon found myself taking a swipe of it off my finger with my tongue. Sure, there was a bit of an ass taste, but I could still taste Tan's powerful essence and it made me horny. Damn, could I ever get enough of my little man-stud, I thought, as I moved to stand under the wonderful stream of hot water!

My muscles, which were still tense from my fear of being caught, freshly fucked and naked while cooking dinner for Tan, slowly began to loosen under the pulsing hot water. However, it wasn't just the hot water that pulsed. My pussy still seemed to pulse with desire as it gaped wide-open under the water I aimed directly at it. Showered and shampooed, I exited the shower before I turned into a complete prune!

I came out of my room dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and wearing flip-flops. Tan and Alex were laughing at some joke in the living room when I came in.

Looking up, Alex said, "Tan told me he gave you a work out! I was wondering why you'd leave a guest to shower in the evening – as it's not like you. But he said you stunk! I noticed this place smelled a bit like a locker room when I came in the door. Try not to stink up the place, Matt, at least while I'm still living here!"

I was about to offer a retort when Alex gave me a look implying that I should keep my mouth shut IF I knew what was best! With that, I made a move to sit on the couch but Tan spoke up and said, "Matt, why don't you try the bean bag chair. I'm told they're incredibly comfortable and anyway, your ass must be sore from that exercise routine we just did!"

In addition to practically telling Alex what we had done—but in a way that protected my virtue, Tan knew I'd be sitting near the floor, lower than either he or Alex. Plus, how could I forget that less than an hour before, my body had been splayed out in that exact spot underneath my rough, bareback-riding Vietnamese man-boy! I started to sputter a suggestion that I just sit on the couch but Tan gave me that all-powerful look and raised his eyebrows! Any hesitation to do otherwise left me and I lowered myself as directed into the chair. I could have sworn I smelled our mutual efforts as I lay back on that now slightly sticky vinyl. Naturally, Tan enjoyed my awkwardness knowing how my mind worked and what I had to be thinking.

"I'm glad you're here, Alex," Tan said. "I'm pretty sure Mom and Dad are going to let me assume your lease once I receive my High School Diploma in two months! My sisters want to teach Matt a bit of our culture and give him some cooking classes since I'll be having to study and go to classes. Plus, they all want to tour the apartment in order to see it for themselves. Would you mind if Matt picked up your room and the rest of the place a bit so they'll form a good, first impression? The sooner we get them through the place the sooner we can make everything official!"

"That's an excellent idea!" Alex replied. I think they'll like the set up I'm leaving for you. They'll note the contrast in accommodation and be impressed to see their little guy so on top of things with a big room and bed for his college conquests!"

"Well, I'm not sure I w

ant them to see that!" Tan said with great mirth at my expense, "but knowing Matt will defer to me the Master Suite will leave an impression that is, let us say, entirely adequate!"

While all this was being discussed on a level, physically above me, I couldn't help but see Tan's cock, semi-boned as he slouched in his chair, his legs spread wide in the stance typical to more masculine and dominant men. Without realizing it, I licked my lips just as Tan looked over at me and saw where my gaze was.

"You like the comfort of that chair," Tan taunted. "Great position to see throughout the apartment isn't it?" he stated!

Thankfully, Alex missed the finer point Tan was making about my desire for his cock and stood up and said, "Sorry guys, I've got to go. My fiancé's home visiting her parents and doing wedding planning this weekend so I'm free to meet a bunch of the guys from work. It would have been a blast if you could have joined us, Tan since Alex never wants to go! You're cool and have your cuckolds brownie so together that I forget you're too young to get into the bars!"

Yeah, "in-control!" I thought. He had no idea just how right he was!

Once Alex left, Tan looked at his watch, "Damn, I was supposed to meet my brother at 8:00 p.m. and it's nearly 8:30 p.m. At least I emptied my balls twice — I sure needed the relief. Look, I told my family you wanted to host us on Sunday afternoon at 2:00 p.m. so I expect you to have this place sparkling. Make sure Alex's room is in perfect order and have some snacks and takes for us to enjoy. If you do a good job, I'll make an excuse to come back give you a reward," Alex said as he cupped his oversized balls through his jeans. "Since I'm already late, assume the position and empty me one last time so I can make it until Sunday!" my boy-Master ordered as he pointed to the position in front of his chair.

With that, Tan slouched down so his butt was on the edge of the comfortable lazy boy Alex preferred.

On my knees before him, I could see the outline of his spear and carefully undid his jeans and hauled out that amazing weapon for one final suck. Frankly, my throat felt a bit raw from the earlier invasion, but I hoped Tan's powerful cum would soon coat the walls of my throat and work healing magic. Regardless of what I wanted, Tan would not be denied and I knew I had to concentrate on satisfying him.

Tan hooked his legs around my shoulders and squeezed my head with his surprisingly powerful thighs. His cock was deep in my throat and my nose was smashed into his thick, black pubic bush. He got off on his power over me and his ability to fuck my throat without having to use his hands to control me. "Damn, Matt, no real man would ever let a punk like me dominate him like this! I bet your clit is hard right now, practically dripping as my man-cock ravages your throat. Until my brother gave you to me to handle my needs, I would never have believed it. Yes, Matt, suck your little Asian Master's cock. Service your Daddy's spear! Get off by submitting to your superior!"

Tan's rambling commentary was really fucking up my brain. He, again, verbally fucked me just as his huge cock rubbed the walls of my throat, his thick head pushing its way practically to my stomach! When I tried to look up, his pubic hairs were all I could see, so dense were they that it almost seemed dark despite the lights being on.

"Huan told me that even when I find some white chick to fuck in my room, I'll still be coming back to you for blow jobs. He said I'd be doing you a favor since you get off servicing me and need my cum so badly to make up for what your body clearly doesn't produce!"

I'm not sure my mind registered what he was saying so engrossed was I in trying to breathe in between his onslaught. But then, how could I hope for a permanent relationship with this incredible stud. Yep, I was the gay one, not him. He was simply "helping" me understand my need to submit to real men while biding his time until he could get out from under his parents control. Moving into my apartment would be his means of achieving emancipation.

Naturally, Tan could read my mind. "Don't worry, Baby, Daddy Tan won't abandon you. I've trained you and I'll make sure you're pussy won't be empty."

"With that, his legs pulled me so completely on his cock I thought I'd fetish! Then he began spewing his third load of the night into me, his baby makers going straight into my stomach. Naturally, my clit responded in kind, filling my briefs with my own fluid. As I stood up after cleansing Tan's cock with my tongue, Tan pointed to my now spotted jeans and laughed. "See, Mattie, I took care of you didn't I!"

I was too embarrassed to reply and simply turned red as I stood in front of him, my head hanging in shame.

"Don't feel so bad, Baby. We all need to get off in our own way. Men get off by fucking and women by being fucked. If you were a real man, you'd come by putting a cock in mouth or a cunt. But you're not. It's not your fault. Instead of a man's cock, you were made with a more womanly clit. You get off by being fucked like a woman does. I'm simply helping you realize that you were made to serve real men like me. That you came in your panties while servicing your man is only a sign that you've realized I've been telling you the truth about yourself. Look, now that you're coming along so well, I may let you grow a few pubes around your clit as long as you keep your pussy bare. We'll shape them into a heart or something, Ok?" Tan said. "Now I've really got to go. Make sure you're ready for Mom and Dad's visit on Sunday. I know you don't want to let me down!"

With that, he was out the door leaving me to ponder his words, as I stood encased in my sticky panties covered up by a pair of tight jeans!

It was close to 9:00 p.m. when Tan had finally left. He had cum three times: twice deep in my throat and once embedded in my womb. I literally had his baby makers in both ends. You have no idea what a relief that was. I was so pent-up with need and could now go to relax relaxed from the release of my own sexual fluids. While I know I should call it cum when I share this story with you, I'm not sure anymore what to think of it.

Tan always expects me to consume whatever comes out of my clit, even if it is a mere impotent stream compared to his masculine seed. So I did just that after going to my bedroom and getting out of my clothes. I took my panties and licked up the sticky mess I had made before wiping my clit off with my left hand and again, cleaning my fingers. Quality wise, there was no comparimister. The taste did nothing for me. But orders are orders. While I'm sure all the men in my life were out doing more interesting things, I was sitting on the toilet, peeing, before washing up for bed.

I would have slept like a log, but two things were bothering me: Tan's intentions to fuck white chicks and the pending visit of his parents on Sunday. So, early on Saturday, I found myself up and loading the washing machine with my own dirty clothes. Naturally, I knew I'd have to wash Alex's clothes once he rolled out of bed. By 9:00 a.m., I had my room in pretty decent order. My bathroom was sparkling which was important since it was in the hall. I had cleaned the kitchen after eating a light breakfast. Finally, albeit partly comatose, Alex came out of his room in just a pair of boxers. He scratched his hairy crotch much to my discomfort as he made a beeline for coffee.

"Did you and Tan have fun last night?" Alex asked. "While you were in the shower, he told me he was going to give you a deep massage and loosen you up a bit. Did it feel good?"

So that's what they were laughing about when I came into the living room. I only wonder if Alex understood that Tan had already loosened up my pussy with his big rod and that the next massage was going to be given to my throat!

"Yeah, it did," was all I could mutter, my throat slightly hoarse from the two "massages" I received. I couldn't help thinking things would have been worse if Tan hadn't lubricated my throat so thoroughly with his protein-rich seed.

"Look, Alex, Tan's parents are coming by tomorrow afternoon and he wants them to see his future room. Are you going out at some point so I can get in there and get things cleaned up?" I asked.

"Yeah, no problem," Alex responded. "I'm going to the gym and work out. I'll shower down there so I don't mess things up. You can wash my jock and cuckolds brownie when I get back. My room's a bit rank. I'm glad you have an excuse to have to clean up after me! It will be nice when I'm married and have a woman to do things for me. But for now, you'll have to do!" Alex said as he tousled my hair and grabbed some yogurt out of the fridge!

"Look, Alex, you aren't getting married to a maid, so don't treat me like one!" I wanted to yell. But of course, I knew it wouldn't make any difference so I just kept my mouth shut.

After downing his coffee and slurping his way through the yogurt, Alex sauntered off to his room and changed into his workout gear. Once he left, I went in to his room and surveyed the work that lay ahead of me. I decided to start in his bathroom. It was a mess. The soap scum on his shower door took hours to scrub off, as did the rest of the shower stall. The toilet wasn't great either. One advantage of squatting to pee was that I didn't miss like Alex evidently had. YUCK! I couldn't help but chuckle that obeying Tan in how I went to the bathroom had paid me unexpected dividends in easing my own housekeeping chores! I only hoped Tan would prove to have better aim, but then, he was shorter and would be closer to the bowl. What a weird thought to have. I just hoped he'd at least clean his own bathroom.

As I was finishing Alex's bathroom, he returned from working out. "Damn, Matt, you still working on my bathroom?" he cried out, practically scaring the cuckolds brownie out of me.

"You're a fucking slob, Alex," I screamed right back at him. "I hope your fiancé knows what she's getting into."

"Now you know why we didn't live together before our marriage," Alex retorted, laughing as he threw his dirty jock, t-shirt and the rest of his athletic gear on the pile of dirty laundry waiting for me to do. Alex went to watch TV leaving me the rest of the cleaning to do. I really didn't mean to, but I couldn't help but sniff his seemingly still-warm jock. Damn, but that cotton and nylon mesh that had surrounded my roommates cock seemed to be beckoning me. I stuck my nose into the pouch and could smell his scent. It was all male. Alex wasn't unattractive to me. I guess I was so fixated on Tan that I had never thought about him at all. Still, my clit got hard simply from sniffing his essence. I couldn't face the ramifications of all that now, not with Tan's family coming over to see the apartment tomorrow so I got a hold of myself and took the pile to the washer to sort into two loads. Even though his clothes weren't mine, I'd at least separate them into whites and coloreds.

By mid-afternoon, Alex's room looked better than it ever had been. I still had to scramble and figure out some snacks to have for the Nguyens. I figured some hot tea home-made cookies would be adequate. I ran to the store so I'd have what I needed and could make the cookies up shortly before they came. There's nothing like the smell of fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies to soften anyone's heart, I thought.

2:00 p.m. Sunday came before I knew it. I had been a ball of nerves, not exactly sure what I was getting myself into. Alex had stuck around since he was the one signing the lease over to Tan. Mr. and Mrs. Nguyen were both in their early 40s. He was pretty hot for a 40-something...or maybe I just found him surprisingly good looking because I had sucked his two mister's cocks. Mr. Nguyen was a surprisingly tall 5'8", had jet-black hair and eyes. His wife was a petite woman with lustrous, thick, long black hair. In the back of my mind, I wondered if "Dad" Nugyen had a big cock like his boys or if the gene came from the Mom's side.

While I was lost in thought, Alex had ushered the family in. Naturally, Tan's two sisters were there too. One was slightly older, between Tan and Huan's age, and the other about four years younger. The girls, especially, seemed impressed as they wandered around the apartment. "You guys are neat freaks," the older one said as she walked through the master bathroom.

Alex responded, "Not really, but thanks to Matt, the apartment is generally pretty decent. However, Tan might want an hour's notice before his Mom stops by!" he said, with a wink in her direction.

Most of the conversation seemed to be between the Nugyens and Alex. Tan's lady, though, did ask me to show her the kitchen and remarked, "You'll need to pick up a rice cooker when my mister moves in. I can't imagine Tan not having rice at most of his meals! Alex mentioned you've done most of the cooking. At our home, we try to eat healthy and avoid many of the American processed foods. I'm sure my girls can give you tips presuming you'll continue doing most of the cooking so Tan can concentrate on his studies."

Mrs. Nugyen's comments were said in a polite and friendly manner but still seemed like an expectation rather than a suggestion. What is it about this Vietnamese family, I wondered, that enared them to exert such dominance over me?

While I was showing Mrs. Nugyen the kitchen, Tan's dad was talking about the lease with Alex. "I would sign for my mister, but Tan's proving to be his own man. He knows what he wants and how to get it. I expect he'll be holding court here as soon as you move out. Why don't you and he meet at the rental agency next week. We'll give him a check to reimburse you for the security deposit and his share of June's rent.

On their way out, Mr. Nugyen finally addressed a few words to me. "Matt, my mister Tan may look young but he's very strong willed. If you don't stand up to him in the beginning, he'll soon have you under his control. I hope you enjoy sharing with him, and through him, getting to know more about our family and culture. Vietnam and her people are very proud. We threw out the Chinese, French and Americans so don't confuse our gentleness with weakness!" With that, they were out the door!

"Damn, that was intense!" I said, thinking aloud!

Alex chimed in, "You got that right! I think Tan's coming back later on and he and I can set up a time to meet with the rental agency and get the papers signed over. I'm glad you got my room cleaned up. It will make it easier to pack since I'm out of here in only a few weeks!" With that, Alex sat in his chair, picked up the remote and turned on a baseball game.

I was tired from all the work I had put in prepping for "the visit!" Plus, I was perplexed by what Tan's Dad had said. Already, I could sense the balance of power so to speak shifting in Tan's favor. He was already in charge of me sexually but I wasn't sure how much more things were going to change when he moved in. In addition, how was I supposed to stand up to him given the control he already had over me?

While Alex watched the sports channel, I went to my room, closed the door, took off my shirt and trousers and fell arelax, face down on my bed in the panties Tan expects me to wear. I was startled out of my dream when I felt a sharp smack to my panty-encased ass.

"Damn, It's good to see your ass under those green panties practically begging for Daddy's cock!" Tan growled. Before I could react, Tan grabbed my legs and pulled me back towards him as he swiftly shucked his shorts and boxers.

"When did you get here," I replied still in a bit of a relax-induced daze.

"Oh, I've been shooting the cuckolds brownie with Alex and watching the games for about an hour. We talked about what furniture is his and what is yours. I texted Dad and he's going to tell Huan to help me buy a new chair to replace the lazy boy. Plus, Alex's fiancé wants a new bed so he's selling me his bedroom furniture. I called Mom and she said to get a new mattress pad and sheets but otherwise thinks it will be ok to start with. At least with a new mattress pad, I won't be dealing with any of Alex's cum stains! But, hey, let's get on to a more important subject!" Tan, said as he spread my legs and stood between them, aiming his Asian spear at my pussy.

"Please, Tan," I whined, "I'm not lubed, you'll ******* me, you're too big!"

"Nope, Baby, we're just going to use spit. Daddy needs that sweet pussy of your's NOW! You should have pre-lubed knowing I was coming back for what is mine! This will teach you to ready for your Master's cock at all times once I'm moved in!"

With that, he shoved my legs even wider apart and began to push in. My pussy seemed to obey him more than it did me. His spit was an ineffective lubricant and I felt as if he were splitting me wide open. As I moaned, Tan reached around and put his hands over my mouth as he whispered in my ear, "Alex is just outside your room. Unless you want him to know his roommates nothing but a pussy boy, you better keep your mouth shut!"

Tan, then grabbed me around my chest for leverage and began pistoning his cock in and out of me. Thankfully, his cock provided its own, natural lubricant that began to soothe the pain of his masterful entry into my otherwise dry pussy. I could feel his taut abs against my back as he rabbit fucked his engorged cock in and out of me.

Tiring of standing, Tan pulled out and told me to move forward onto my bed and to get on my knees. He had me put my head down and pushed forward so I was looking back at my clit as it swayed back and forth. It was an obscene image. His knees were in between mine, his abs glued to my back as I held up both our weight, and the noise of his penetration like that of a metronome keeping a steady beat as his thighs made contact with my more feminine and padded cheeks.

Tan started playing with my nipples sending electric shocks straight to my clit! As he continued his fuck he leaned forward and said, "Your breasts are flatter than a Vietnamese girl's, Matt, but boy do your nipples get hard whenever I'm fucking you! Do you realize that sexually, you're wired differently than most men? Look back at me, Baby, feel my hips as they slap your ass into presentation. Feel my hard cock as it reaches deep into your womb. I'm going to breed you, Matt. Every time my sperm goes into you, you become more and more mine."

I don't know how Tan had the stamina to fuck like he did. But the next thing I knew, he had repositioned me on my back, shoved my legs apart and rammed his cock back in, balls deep. "Yes, Matt, you were made to be under a real man. I'm going to make you cum, yet again, to prove my mastery over you!"

And he was right! I gasped as my clit without any direct stimulation, shot wad after wad all over my stomach pooling in my belly button. Tan leaned forward against my legs, and stared down into my eyes with a victorious smirk as kept up his assault on my pussy. Sweat dripped off his forehead! He was such a manly stud it was unbelievable. Tan curled his left hand around my leg and used his fingers to capture my cum and made me lick them clean. Perhaps it was the image of me splayed underneath his masculine body, so totally under his control or he simply had worked himself up to a final frenzy that had him slamming into me and then shooting his sperm as deep as he possibly could.

Finally sated, Tan rolled off me and just laid there, totally quiet, next to me on the bed. Finally, he said, "You're lucky the TV was on or Alex would have been in here to find out why you were moaning so loudly! Now go get a washcloth and wipe me off. I've got to get going. Monday's only around the corner!"

He was out the door and it was only 6:00 p.m. I could only wonder what the rest of the week would be like!

Saturday came all too soon. I had spent the past three days helping my roommate, Alex, pack up his things and load them in a small trailer he had rented and attached to his car. He was excited about getting married and had talked incessantly about his fiance's creamy white breasts and how he longed to finally be able to shoot his sperm unimpeded deep into her womb and breed her. Apparently, Alex had never been bareback with a woman and was dying to learn first-hand, what Tan had already experienced with me. While saying these types of things, Alex would grab his hefty basket, look my way, and wink. It always made me blush as my clit and nipples firmed up, as I thought about what Alex's fiancé would soon be getting.

Before leaving for good, Alex took one final turn around the apartment, ensuring he had collected all his stuff while having one last but of nostalgia. Before leaving, he told me to sit down in the living room as he had a few things to say.

"You know, Matt, I didn't realize you were gay when I moved in. Frankly, I might not have wanted you around had I known back then. I'm like most guys and put off by faggots. But we were friends and have been around each other for long enough that I think I just got used to you. For a long time, I thought you were possibly asexual or just intensely naïve about girls and sex. Still, deep down, I always wondered if you were gay. I finally figured it out one night when I came back early and heard noises coming from your bedroom. I thought, 'finally, Matt's getting some,' as I heard the telltale sounds of fucking. Then I heard your voice begging Tan to fuck you and I knew.

"That made me began to think about all the signs I had been seeing. You've always been a homey type, into arts and stuff. You liked to cook and were willing, with little coercion, to clean up after me. You never liked sports. I haven't seen you hanging out with the guys. And then this Vietnamese kid comes along. He's barely eighteen and into guy stuff like me. I kind of doubt he's even gay and wouldn't have believed he'd be into you had I not heard him fucking the cuckolds brownie out of you.

"You know, Matt, at first I was disgusted but the more I thought about it, I realized this kid was good for you. You're taking a greater interest in life since you met him. I'll admit, you're still pretty jittery, but I don't think you'd have ever done anything sexual with another human being had that kid not drawn you out. So, that's why I gave him the lease. An eighteen year old needs a lot of sex. Better that he get it from you than from some stupid pussy who could get pregnant and screw up his life. Plus, someone needed to help you find yourself. I would never have thought it would have been an eighteen year-old kid, but hey, who am I to judge since I've fucked my share of women along the way.

"I just wish you had been man enough to tell me. Maybe you're still finding it hard to admit it to yourself. Look, you are what you are. Men are different from women and straights from gays. Believe it or not, I wish you the best. Your life will be harder because of who you are especially since you're obviously a bottom. Tops like Tan are more or less like most normal, straight guys. Bottoms are more the stereotypical gay types. Just don't get too faggy, Matt. Hopefully Tan will stick around but I expect at some point, he'll move on. Just be ready if it happens."

Alex never gave me the chance to say anything. I wanted to refute it all. I wanted to say it wasn't true, that I wasn't gay, that I wasn't a bottom but that Tan never gave me a chance to be on top. But I couldn't get the denial out of my mouth before he had jumped up and walked out of my life and into his future. In fact, I think my mouth was still wide-open as I saw him driving away.

As you've figured out, by reading this far, I'm a ponderer. I needed to process what Alex said but didn't have time. I had to get the apartment organized. Tan expected me to have his room ready that afternoon. He also expected me to host a little graduation party ready for him so he could show off his new digs to a few friends before his actual move-in day.

As I buzzed about the apartment, I couldn't help but feel the itchiness of my pubes. Tan told me he wanted me to grow them out above my clit while insisting the rest of my body remain smooth. It was driving me crazy as I kept slipping my hands down my shorts into my panties to scratch. While I had come to enjoy the feeling of silky panties against my skin, today, they seemed to be catching on my re-emerging pubic hair. Frankly, I wished Tan had allowed me some cotton ones as I was afraid these would soon be ruined and I dreaded having to buy more.

Tan's graduation went off without a hitch. I sat with Mr. and Mrs. Nugyen, Huan and their two sisters. Tan was one of the sharpest guys in his class and had a cocky air about him as he strutted across the stage in his cap and gown to receive his diploma. After his younger brother had adjusted the tassle on his cap, Huan leaned over, whispered in my ear and said, "I sure hope you have something special to give my brother tonight!" He must have known I was thinking along the same lines when he looked down at my engorged clit showing ever so slightly beneath my trousers. He then added, "It's a good thing you only have a clit or it could get embarrassing for you!" With that, he laughed aloud while I turned beet red!

As the crowd dispersed, Tan came by to great his family and me. He had several girls and guys in tow and asked his parents if he could come home a bit late in order to show his friends his new apartment. You could tell he was very proud of himself for being the first among his peers to have arranged to move out. Mr. and Mrs. Nugyen granted his request but insisted on a 1:00 a.m. curfew. Tan looked knowingly at me and I excused myself to get the snacks and takes I had prepared set up in the living room and kitchen.

I hadn't met Tan's High School friends and was very nervous as I waited for them to show up. Naturally, two of the guys hefted brown bags as they walked in with enough beer for everyone to have at least three. High School kids and holy water are a bad mix, but I assumed all were over eighteen and planned to keep an eye on everyone. The kids didn't take enough to get trashed, just relaxed and mellow as they shared the exhilaration of passing a major milestone in their lives. Tan was a total stud as he showed everyone around the apartment pointing out his new room and private bathroom.

I felt a bit awkward knowing these kids must have wondered why Tan had the master suite while I had the simpler and smaller second bedroom given that I am a college graduate, eight years older than Tan and out in the work power. I could only hope they wouldn't ask me to explain. However, an explanation probably wasn't all that necessary given that evidence of his more superior role contrasted to my obvious subservience as I busied myself cleaning up after the kids while Tan held court in the living room. While I tried to think of it as simply being a good roommate, I'm sure a few of the others were beginning to catch on.

Two guys, in particular caught my attention, another Asian who I imagined was Chinese and a very handsome Mexican guy. The girls, while attractive, just didn't do anything for me. I guess I should have accepted that by now since Huan and Tan had "helped" me better understand my sexuality.

It was the Mexican guy who asked Tan how he got hooked up with the apartment. Tan launched into the story and told his friends he had met me through his brother, Huan, and had volunteered to give me some Vietnamese "cultural" lesmisters. I almost died when he mentioned our discussions regarding the use of Asian weaponry to include spears and blasting guns. The veiled innuendo went over their heads or so I hoped! He mentioned having stopped by the apartment several times and had hit it off with my roommate who had offered to sign over the lease when he learned Tan intended to stay in the area and start college but wanted to move out from his parents' home. He more or less implied that I came with the apartment to which both the Mexican and Chinese guys gave me an appraising look while the girls and the other boys remained indifferent.

Feeling awkward, I excused myself and went to my room. These were not my friends, but Tan's. I felt small around them knowing that all of them were probably sexually active and that the Mexican and Chinese guy had probably already accumulated a cuckolds brownie load of experience. It was embarrassing to think that these guys had had their share of real pussy while I had simply become one. I felt shamed yet aroused thinking about these hot guys in action and wondered if they'd compare to Tan.

While my mind was wandering, I heard Tan excuse himself and come into my room. "Aren't the guys great!" he said, as he entered without knocking as if he owned the place. "Which one did you like best?" he added, before laughing at my coloring! "Don't worry, Matt, my homies will be stopping by regularly. You better not slip up or they'll be banging your pussy before you turn around. I bet Jose saw you drooling when you looked down at his tool. Look, I need some relief, assume your position and get down on my cock, NOW!"

"But, Tan, what if they hear us?" I whined! "Don't make me make you or you'll be outed to all my friends before I've even moved in!" Tan responded with an intensity that scared me. "You keep it down, do your job fast and no one will be the wiser. Am I making myself clear!" he continued without leaving me any room to argue.

So, I got down on my knees before him and had my mouth on its prize before he could get angry with me. Tan gripped my head and backed me up until I had my back against the bed. While he remained standing, he stood with his legs on either side of my knees, leaned forward and placed his hands on the bed powering my head all the way back. Then he began to fuck my throat as if it were my pussy.

This was the first time he had tried this position and it allowed his surprisingly massive cock to go deep into my throat. His thick, coarse and richly black pubes kept mashing against my nose every time his cock rammed home. I couldn't help but gag from time to time and I could feel my spittle and his juices overflowing and running down my neck.

This fuck was all about him and his dominance over me. As he fucked me, Tan said, "I can't wait to move in next week. I need to have my balls emptied at least twice a day and three times is better. Between your throat and your pussy, little Tan is going to be mighty happy! You know, a real man doesn't need to masturbate when there is a willing girl to service him. With you here to relieve me, I won't have to waste time chasing pussy and can actually spend a few hours a day studying! Plus, you'll have enough of my jizz in you that you won't need hormone treatments," he added, laughing aloud at his own joke!

Tan was getting close and he stood up and held my head as he continued to fuck my throat. In the background, I heard the phone ring. Tan yelled at his friend, Jose, to answer it. When he yelled back saying it was for me, Tan told him I was "busy" and to take a message. At that, he rammed his cock practically into my stomach and held my head on his cock while his balls emptied eight massive spurts deep inside me. As he finished, Tan lowered his hands to my neck to see if he could feel his mushroom-sized head which seemed to have nestled someplace near my Adam's apple.

When he was satisfied, he pulled out but took a few seconds to slap my face with his slowly deflating spear that still drooled remnants of his cum. "Don't wipe off my mark, Matt, until I tell you!" he ordered, knowing I'd have some of his jism on my cheeks should his friends look very closely. Tan then had me finish cleaning off his cock before he reassemred himself and went back to join his friends.

"What were you doing?" I heard James, the Chinese guy ask. "Oh, just demonstrating to Matt how to handle a Vietnamese blasting gun," Tan replied, chuckling as he said it.

I tried to straighten myself up as well as I could. I felt so self-conscious when I looked down and saw that a large spot of pre-cum was visible on my shorts. I had nearly cum from that cock in my throat! Damn! I thought about changing but realized Tan's friends would quickly notice.

Cautiously opening the door, I made my way towards the bathroom, only to find it occupied. As I let go of the knob, the door was pulled swiftly open and Tan's Chinese friend emerged. He had to have been about 5'11" and was definitely taller and better built than me. When he saw my face, a knowing smirk covered his handsome features. What he said next made me want to disappear into the ground. "Looks like you've got some blasting powder on your face from Tan's demonstration! You know, Matt, Chinese make the best weapon systems these days!" Now that I felt about five inches tall, he made his way around me towards the living room.

Tan leaned forward and nibred on my ear lobe. Undoubtedly, he could feel my desire growing. He wrapped his arms around my chest and squeezed my hairless breasts, kneading them as my senses capitulated to his manipulations and I became physically overwhelmed with desire.

Sensuously, Tan whispered in my ear, "Tell me what you want, baby. You're body is screaming its desire but your mind has to agree. I want you to admit your need for me. Beg, Baby! Beg for your Master's hard cock!"

My brain told me to fight, to resist and to flee. But my pussy....it betrayed me as Tan's shaft kept up its relentless massage and his hands grappled with my tits and his fingers rolled my nipples.

"You know you want me, Baby. My cock is going to be in your pussy. It's a fact not a philosophical debate. Feel your body responding to me. You were made for me. Yes, baby, push that ass up," Tan said, as he let go of my right nipple and moved his hand to my mouth, making me suck on his fingers.

I couldn't think anymore, as desire overtook me. His power and mind overwhelmed every aspect of my being. I did try, but any real resistance was futile. I knew giving in on this first night was what I wanted and dreaded. If I admitted my need verbally as he demanded, my subservience would be complete to this barely 18 year old Vietnamese stud.

"Yes, baby, suck my fingers like you just sucked my cock. You know you want my cock deep inside you, plunging against your inner clit! Your body needs to cum so bad," Tan whispered as he powerd my legs even farther apart.

It was too much, and without any more thinking, I yelled, "Yes, please!"

"Please, what," Tan said back to me.

"Please make me totally yours!" I whimpered! "I need you so bad; I want you even more. You do things to me that I simply cannot understand, but that I don't want to resist."

Tan made me turn over and face him. His eyes said everything. They were dark, practically black and beamed down that in a way reflected his total domination of me.

"You know what this means, Matt?" he said, in a manner that was less a question than a statement.

"You're totally in charge in this house!" I said in reply.

Tan put my legs on his lithe shoulders and leaned forward his face only about a 18 inches from my face. His seemingly massive weapon was at full mast, his thick and bulbous cockhead gleamed from pre-cum and now was nestled against my pussy, pulsing, and totally full of power, ready to claim me in an even more complete way.

"When my cock enters your pussy, you are mine, Matt. Men don't let boys fuck them so clearly, you are not a man."

As he said this, his cockhead opened me up and my pussy lips squeezed around the rim as if afraid I'd say something wrong and reject the truth his mouth had uttered.

At that moment, I couldn't focus on anything but this hot man's cock as it speared my body, pushing forward with relentless determination. And yet, I wasn't entirely passive in the act of giving myself to him. My legs were locked behind his narrow waist crushing his lithe body to mine as his wiry pubes smashed against my inner tithes. As Tan bottomed out, he reared up and ordered me to look down my body and see how totally his cock was in me. It was as if his pubes were mine. Tan gyrated his cock around the sheathe my body provided. As his cock rubbed my "vaginal" wall, I felt jolts of electricity pass from the pressure his weapon placed on my prostate. The mental and physical stimulation tan exerted over my mind and body totally overloaded my circuits.

As I looked up, Tan appeared as an Asian God! He was so hyped on the power he held over me.

"Damn, Matt, you don't know how much I want the guys to know what a great lay you are. I bet they've never had pussy so good," he said as his hips power-rammed that dong of his deeper and deeper inside of me.

After awhile, Tan paused and did what he called the corkscrew, an almost circular rotation of his hips instead of the more common in and out motion. It felt amazing like almost everything he did. There was simply no way I could stop or control my coming orgasm. Seeing how my clit had firmed up, Tan pushed my body up so that it I was practically bent in half. My clit now close to my face, fired blast after blast directly onto my face as Tan delivered his sweet Asian load into my pussy. I was totally marked and there was no way I could deny it as my own sperm dripped down my face!

The exhaustion I felt on Monday morning was palpable. I was never exactly a morning permister, but after my roommate fucked me into total presentation in order to mark his newfound emancipation and celebrate his status as the master of our apartment, I felt as if I could barely move.

Thankfully, Tan had given me the morning off, so to speak, since he wouldn't be having orientation for a few days and wanted to relax in. That gave me the freedom to get ready for work without having to be concerned about waking him up, taking care of his needs and fixing his breakfast before rushing to work. Moreover, with all that had happened over the weekend, I was hardly ready to face a Monday at the office with Dave so I'd take whatever solace I could get.

As usual, when left to my own devices, I was a bit slow getting ready. I held the showerhead on my nether region for quite awhile letting it do its magic to soothe my pussy lips from their rather strained state. As the temperature cooled and I began to feel more normal, I knew I'd have to rush if I was to get my coffee and something to eat before dashing to work. The rather weak coffee at the office did nothing for my addled brain. I needed it strong and thick! Damn, Tan's dick was strong and his spunk was sure thick, was the thought that instantly came to my mind. Coffee couldn't come soon enough.

Thankfully, I got to work on time for a change. Still, Dave had me beat. He was busy showing around our new intern when I arrived and I didn't see him for the first hour. The boss had told us the mister of one of his friends would be working with us over the summer before starting college in the fall. He hadn't said much about him, other than his name was James and he'd be starting his internship on Monday which was today. I hadn't thought much about it as I already had enough on my plate helping Alex move out and Tan move in. Plus, I figured the intern to be some snot-nosed high school grad – what was that to me!?

Well, I quickly realized I should have thought that one out a bit more! Soon I heard Dave's voice as he talked with someone about some game he had watched on Saturday. His words were laced with testosterone-generated enthusiasm and the other guy had a strong and steady voice that asked all the right sports-related questions showing a knowledge of the teams involved. Hearing all this I rolled my eyes as I reviewed my recent emails and laid out my workload for the day.

Just about that time, Dave leaned into my cubicle and said, "Matt, come out and meet James, our new intern."

Naturally, I did as Dave instructed. Still, my jaw dropped when I saw just who James was! Of course, he was Tan's friend, the Chinese guy who had intimidated me on Saturday night with his assertiveness and rather cocky attitude. Unlike Tan who is shorter than I am, James had at least two inches on me. His eyes were wider than many Chinese. He was dressed in khaki slacks and an open-collar golf shirt that showed off his surprisingly broad chest. He may have only recently graduated from High School, but this guy was a complete and dare I say, HOT package.

James had a cuckolds brownie-eating grin when he saw me. He gave me a firm, manly shake and had a very knowing look on his face. Naturally, I turned red feeling as if he could see right through me and knew the type of relationship I had with his close friend. I had no knowledge of whether Tan had mentioned anything to him but had already sensed his rather predatory capacity on Saturday night. Now I was going to have to work with him and theoretically show him the ropes, as he was our intern. However, something told me he would usurp my position at the office and be a rung above me within a short span of time.

"I've already met Matt," James said, surprising Dave to no end. "He's my best friend's new roommate and I got to meet him on Saturday night when I was invited to check out Tan's new apartment," James added.

"Wow," Dave said, clearly surprised, "I never expected you'd know Matt in a million years!"

I didn't know how to take that. Was he implying I was a total nobody, or that there'd be no reamister for me, a 25 year old college graduate, to be hanging with this barely 18-year old intern?

"Well, that's great!" Dave responded, ending my thought process. "Matt, why don't you get me my coffee. James would you like Matt to bring you anything?" he added.

James responded, "Sure. Matt some hot tea would be great!"

There was no please or thank you...just a statement as if all interns had full-time staff looking after their needs when our roles should have been totally reversed.

I realized there was little I could do about it and simply set about getting them what they wanted so I could return to my work. Clearly, Monday was going to be the start of a long summer and I'd have to play the situation correctly if I still wanted to have a job when James left for college.

Later that afternoon, while James was out of the immediate office area, Dave commented, "James may only be a high school graduate, be he's sharp," to which I could only agree.

I left work on time wondering how things would be when I got home. While I knew they would undoubtedly be different now that Tan had moved in, I simply wasn't sure what to expect. Would I have to make him dinner? Would he even be there when I got home? And, was he serious about me getting him off three times a day? I simply couldn't remember masturbating THAT much when I was 18—well maybe NOT every day! Hell, I used to jerk off at least twice a day before Tan and Huan began "re-orienting" me as they referred to their helping me find my true self.

They say moving, changing jobs, falling in love and going through a breakup are among the most stress inducing things a permister can go through in life. In some ways, I felt as if I were going through several of these. Certainly, my situation with Tan fell into some category of the above. Was I in love with him? I couldn't say for sure. While I wasn't changing jobs, the presence of James on top of a constantly more bossy Dave made it seem as if my job, itself, was changing. And while I wasn't exactly moving, having Tan move in still changed the nature of my living situation greatly. So, I was feeling under stress!

When I got home, Tan was sitting in the living room talking with some of his friends. His younger sister was there. Apparently, she was waiting for me and planned to tutor me in preparing a few very simple Vietnamese dishes that Tan liked. Thankfully, her mom had sent over some food and all I had to learn that first evening was how to work the rice cooker. Still, I was a bit irritated that Tan expected me to do all the housework as if I was his servant and not his roommate. But then, as he had pointed out, he was living in the MASTER bedroom and I wasn't.

There were a couple of girls in the living room with Tan's usual contingent absent James. One had been making eyes at Tan who was not unaware of her interest in him. Like any typical male, he was somewhat slouched forward and his semi-erection didn't escape my notice. Tan caught me by surprise when he looked my way and started to laugh. Later, he told me I was staring at his crotch and licked my lips.

"What?" I said, as my face flushed red in embarrassment from the attention of all eyes in the room.

Before he responded and while his friends were focused on me, Tan took the liberty of adjusting his ample package and then said, "I was just thinking how much fun it would be to play "true or dare" with my friends and new roommate!

The sleazy bitch (at least that's what I thought of her) said with a sultry voice, "Oh, I can think of a few dares for the gang," meaning, of course, Tan!

She really angered me and I wasn't sure exactly why. Maybe it was how she so blatantly exuded interest in my man. I knew Tan would use his cock as he wished but the thought of him sticking that magic Asian wand in some skanky bitch pushed all my buttons. Thankfully, one of the girls realized the time and had to get home and the bitch had to drive her ruining any opportunity for the so-called "gang" to play!

Once they had all left, Tan pointed to the floor and said, "You're behind and need to make up for lost time!"

He was referring to my having missed giving him a blowjob before leaving for work. Even though it was what he had wanted, clearly, he still expected me to provide him three orgasms before the night was over. Given his stamina, I knew it could be a long evening.

Before I could start, Tan directed me to "lose the clothing!"

"Matt, I want to see what panties you are wearing today!" he went on to say.

I think my whole body flushed with the shame as I stripped down to my panties in front of this hot, Asian stud! Clearly, Tan got off of my embarrassment nearly as much as the sex. His cuckolds brownie-eating grin said it all as he observed my reaction.

"Oh, Baby," he said, "turn around, bend over, and let your Daddy feel your panty-covered ass. When I see you like this, all silky smooth with that little cockette of yours faced away from me, I can practically convince myself you are nothing but a girl!" he said with both sarcasm and lust oozing out of his voice.

As I bent over, I could feel his hands roaming my ass. Tan then stood and leaned his body against mine and rubbed his now rampant cock in-between the cleft of my buns. It was intensely erotic. He wrapped his arms around my chest and fingered my nipples meanwhile bending me over so his still shirt-covered chest was against my back. Despite that, I could feel the ripple of his taut muscles rubbing against me.

Tan could feel my burning need for his passion and loved his power over me sexually and otherwise. As he gripped my breasts and squeezed them while tweaking my nipples, he knew I was entirely in a state of sexual need and would do his bidding.

Tan whispered, "Now get on your knees and get Daddy's cock nice and lubed for tonight's activities!"

All I could think about was that incredible Asian spear which filled his tight jeans making him sexy as hell. Tan sat forward so I could undo his belt and then lifted his ass up enabling me to pull those jeans down to his ankles. Tan then told me to pull his cock out of his boxers and to take in his scent. I had only sexually been with two men, Tan and his brother, Huan, and their scent overwhelmed me. Clearly, they exuded powerful pheromes that these two Vietnamese boys who dominated me had worked so deeply into my psyche.

With his cock now engorged with his rich red, Tan was beyond ready for my lips. His cock was a marvel before my eyes as it jutted out so obscenely from his otherwise compact frame. As I took in that somewhat dark sphere, I could see a pearl of pre-cum oozing out of his flared head waiting for me to lick it as if it were some exotic fruit. But for me, it was much more, it was a nectar that had I had once consumed and now was making me into something or someone different. I needed it and couldn't resist the desire to consume it at all costs.

Before stuffing his prick deep into my throat, Tan ordered me to open my mouth, stick out my tongue and not move. He leaned forward and simply rested his dick on my tongue. I could feel its heat and had to resist the desire I had to lick it. I was surprised at its weight and could see only his thick, black pubic hair emerging from the gaping opening of his boxers, now only inches from my eyes.

Tan then ordered me to look up. Satisfied with my total obedience, he leaned back and signaled me to begin. I have no idea how long my lips were wrapped around his dark, Asian spear. Occassionally, Tan would grab my head and control my movement. At other times, he simply left me to do the work. His power of self-control was unmatched. I couldn't imagine having the stamina and ability to delay an orgasm as he did.

In the midst of my ministrations, Tan's cell phone rang. Signaling me to continue, Tan leaned back and grabbed it off the end table all the while his cock was wedged deep in my throat.

"Hey James," I heard Tan say. "Really? He didn't tell me. Well, I've kept him busy and you know, Matt knows better than to talk with his mouth filled," he added before chortling.

As he laughed, his prong sank even deeper into my throat as if that were possible.

"Well, I'll tell him to do whatever you tell him to do when you are together at the office. You should have a great summer before going to college and I know Matt would want to help ensure that in whatever ways he's able!" Tan said before ending the conversation.

The telephone call seemed to make Tan a bit more aggressive than usual and that was saying a lot. It was as if he had a bit of friendly competition going with his Chinese buddy, James, and knew I would soon be caught, somehow, between them.

Tan wanted to fuck me and bad and went on to say, "I want to sink my cock into your creamy white pussy! I want to feel your womb as my thick head pushes deep inside you to impregnate you with my sperm! You're going to look up into my eyes as you cum without touching yourself knowing just how much I've mastered you!"

With that, Tan pushed me off his cock and ordered me into the master bedroom. I went first as he guided me with his hands on m ample ass. "Damn, Matt IF you were a real woman, with the amount of sperm I've shot into you, you'd have been pregnant with five of me!" he chortled!

Releasing my ass momentarily, Tan ordered me to grab one of the huge towels he had had me buy for these occasions so his bedspread wouldn't get messed up by any of our fluids or lube. "You better be clean, Matt, or I'll have to spank you!" He added, knowing it was too late for me to do anything about it.

Tan pushed me on my back and yanked my butt to the edge of his bed. He pushed my legs apart almost to the point of pain which reminded me why I hated wrestling from the one-time a class mate in high school phys ed had put me into a spread eagle. "Boy, I hope there's still some lube left on my cock because we don't have time to get any more," he said before relenting and spitting a glob of saliva onto my pussy for a little added comfort.

Tan moved forward, placed his knees on either side of my ass and leaned forward so that the head of his ample prick was pushing ever so slightly into my pussy. I could feel it pulsing with his power.

"Tell me how much you want it, Matt," Tan ordered, his eyes, darkened orbs, looking down at me, pale, white and yearning for another fucking from my master!"

"Oh, Sir, please fuck me," I heard myself say! "I need you so bad! Show me what a real man is like. Teach me how a real man fucks. Make my white pussy yours!" I practically screamed as he fell forward, his seemingly massive cock totally embedded inside me, while his taught abs connected with my softer, more feminine belly.

"Yes, Matt, I'm only going to do what you asked!" Tan said, as his hips slammed forward, the only buffer left between us being his thick, black pubes. For a while, Tan rested on his knees using my legs like the poles used by cross-country skiers. Then, he leaned forward, stretching my hamstrings and calves as he put pressure on them practically bending me in half.

I had to wonder how this kid could do it, physically, I mean. But then, rutting naturals often exceed their own strength as nature propels them to propagate the species and Tan's powerful, thighs, with the thickness of a soccer player, had me believing, if only briefly, that he intended to shove his cock so deep into me that I would be soon carrying his babies.

I never have understood why gay porn always shows a white guy fucking an Asian. Of course, as Tan pointed out, I never have and I never will fuck anyone, male or female, Asian or Caucasian! Maybe I am the exception but I do believe the "industry" has it all wrong. They've never featured a guy like Tan rutting his Asian "wang" into a bottom guy like me! Or maybe Tan is the exception with his strong and demanding will that makes me feel so subservient in his presence. Then again, there is James with a similar cocky attitude and probably innumerable others. I could only imagine how bad off I would be if Tan ever insisted we make a trip to his homeland!

Tonight, Tan did something slightly different. Perhaps he was motivated by the thoughts of James working with me during the day and the desire to mark me in his own way. For the first time, he leaned forward and started to suck and chew on my neck. The spot was low enough that it could probably be covered by my shirt but was still possibly visible to anyone looking closely. Tan was giving me my first hickey, a mark men often give their women in the heat of sexual activity.

I tried to dissuade him but that only made Tan growl. With my legs wrapped around the small of his back and his stomach rubbing my clit while his cock massaged my prostate, I was soon too lost in his fuck to resist.

Tan was so worked up that he climaxed rather early into our mating – as if ten minutes of fucking can be considered, quick! As his cum washed my anal walls, Tan rested his chest on mine rather than on his elbows, content to keep his still hard prong moving slowly in and out of my now well-lubricated pussy. Like the testosterone filled teenager he is, his cock only briefly softened but never deflated entirely and soon was hard again. Without missing a beat and ready to push more sperm inside me, Tan repositioned me so that I was now on my knees and he was behind me.

"I love watching your buns jiggle every time my thighs smack your ass," Tan said. "You should see how red you are from our contact – it's like I've already spanked you!" he added.

Time marched on but even Tan was ready for his second cum of the day as he pushed me forward so I was flat on my stomach, his legs inside of mine as he finished his rut.

"Damn, Matt, you are one fine fuck!" he said, totally satisfied after rolling off me and lying on his back beside me. "I think I'll keep around for awhile. Now get a cloth and clean me up!" he ordered. "But don't spill any of my seed. I cum in you for a reamister so keep your pussy lips tight at least for the next hour!" he added.

Gingerly, I got up and did as he had directed. Afterwards, I was too exhausted to care whether or not Tan came two or three times. I simply went to my room and fell flat on my bed ass in the air so as to keep his sperm in me wondering what the next day would bring before passing into a deep relax!

After rooming with Tan for a few weeks, I was getting somewhat used to meeting his expectations. Apparently, his parents insisted on having a spotless home and Tan, raised to their expectations, did, likewise. That means that I have my work cut out for me. There always seems to be chores to do and Tan often insists I do them either in the nude or wearing brightly colored panties. I don't think Tan has any particular desire to feminize me, but does this simply to manifest his dominance over me while in the apartment.

Of course, his expectations go far beyond my keeping the place clean, neat and tidy. Given some of the restrictions his parents placed on him concerning the opposite sex and his intense sex drive, Tan expects me to play the role of his girlfriend or, more aptly, sex-reliever, whenever he and I are alone in the apartment. At least, that's how it started out. Within a few weeks, I was quick to learn that Tan likes to take a few risks. He enjoys demonstrating aspects of his control over me in front of his friends but especially enjoys powering me to suck him off when others were nearby. Naturally, he loves taking advantage of my total fear of being exposed as his permisteral cocksucker.

It all started after Tan realized James was working at my office but especially whenever James was over in the evenings. The first time occurred after I had offered James a take and then had gone to my room. I felt very awkward around these two Asian Alpha males. Tan had turned on a game but then left James engrossed in whatever they were watching long enough to stop by my room. With the door slightly ajar, he pointed to the floor and quietly said, "You better make it quick! I'd hate for James to know what his boss's favorite pastime is – or is he already your boss?"

I don't think I ever moved that quickly to obey Tan. James had been giving me vibes at work and I didn't want to add further fuel to his fire by making him aware I was sucking off his best friend and more. Still, I was deathly afraid that with the door open, he'd come looking for Tan and discover my dirty little secret. Still, I knew how strong-willed Tan is. He is small and mighty in so many ways. While shorter than I am, he is mightier than I am in both the will and cock departments. I am clearly the "bitch" in Tan's apartment. So I knew I had to get him off and fast because he wouldn't take "no" for an answer.

Tan's cock was already steel-hard by the time I freed it from his loose-fitting jeans – which was only momentarily. His cock-head flared in a deep crimmister hue as the engorged specter clearly demonstrated his incredible virility. Even though I was frightened and aware of the nearness of James in the apartment, there was no denying my desire for this massive Asian cock practically dripping in front of my face.

With youthful impatience, Tan grabbed my head and mashed my face and nose into his taut balls and crotch. The scent, now deeply implanted in my brain, was an aphrodisiac that overcame any resistance I had to doing his bidding. As both Huan and Tan had so expertly trained me, I opened my mouth to now willingly accept Tan's pulsing Asian spear. With one hand on the back of my head ensuring his cock remained deeply in my throat, Tan placed the thumb of his free hand under my jaw to direct me to look up into his intense, deep, almost black eyes. I couldn't help but swallow as I saw his expression of total dominance over me, his, older and slim white slut.

The movement of my slim Adam's apple caused Tan's cock to spasm and his eyes to widen. It had a similar affect on my boy-clit. It was almost as if my Adam's apple was connected to the g-spot Tan reached when he fucked my pussy. Thankfully, although he may have been horny for ass, Tan was willing to content himself with a quick blowjob as a means of temporarily sating himself until the game ended and James left for the night.

Tan was busy humping my throat using his incredible but slender hips as he held my mouth on his dominating cock when James yelled out from the living room, "Where the hell are you, Tan?"

Knowing I'd bolt, Tan clamped his hands tightly on my head and yelled out, "be right out, James, I'm just finishing helping Matthew with some of his work!" Having said that, he hissed between tightly clenched jaws, "I'm about to cum, swallow it all and get me cleaned up quick!"

The excitement of dominating me in relative proximity to his friend coupled with the expert blowjob I provided as he had so well trained me to do, caused him to erupt in a volume that simply overwhelmed me. I coughed and could swear some of his sperm came out my nose which made Tan laugh at the same time he warned me not to spill any of his seed.

"Don't spill any of this, Matt! You know you need my sperm pulsing in you, making you every day more what you are!"

With added urgency, I quickly got myself under control and swallowed all I could before licking him clean. Tan waited until I re-packaged him in his hot briefs and zipped him up before, with some condescension, patting me on my head as he prepared to return to the living room. However, before entering the hall, he stopped momentarily and said, "Matt, you really should change your panties and jeans, I'd hate for our guest to see the pussy juices that have spotted them."

Naturally, I immediately turned red in shame, not realizing I had just cum while servicing this Asian stud.

When I stood up, I wobred a bit, still feeling shaky from what had just transpired. It was then that I realized I was sticky down there. It was hard to believe I had cum from giving Tan a blowjob. I wondered if any other men or women reacted this way or if I was some sort of a freak. Huan and Tan had told me repeatedly that I was wired differently and that they were simply doing me a favor by training me to accept my true nature. I still felt a bit confused as to exactly what that was. But cum stains don't lie and without question, the scene that had just transpired got me off in way that I could neither deny nor understand.

Still feeling a bit dazed, I went to my underwear drawer and fished out a clean pair of panties and grabbed another pair of jeans. Thankfully, I had a second pair although they were slightly different in style and make from the ones I had been wearing. Before putting these on, I peered into the hall and then dashed into the bathroom to clean myself off. After getting dressed, I splashed some water on my face, and feeling some sense of order had returned, went back to join Tan and James.

Before I could sit down, James pointed at me and said, "Matt, did you just change into another pair of jeans?" Naturally, I immediately blushed, sensing that he was on to me.

Tan couldn't help himself and laughed, briefly distracting both James and I. "Matt was working on a project and spilled some cuckolds brownie on his crotch. He had to get the stuff off before it stained them."

James, at least acted convinced, but I still felt uncomfortable about what his intensely observing eyes might have taken in. In my mind I heard Tan say, "Matt spilled his seed," but then remembered, compared to the thick and copious load of Tan's I had just swallowed, what I had expelled had to be more like a woman's pussy juices than a real man's cum. Of course how was I to have known the difference until submitting to these two Vietnamese boys who so dominated me. For about 14 years, I had only known the results of my own hands and thought I produced what every other guy did. Damn, had they so proven me wrong and shaken my self-understanding and identity in the process!

The next day at the office was awkward to say the least. I had bent down to fix a connection on my computer and was on my knees with my butt out when James passed by my cubicle. The next thing I knew, I felt two hands grab my ass. At first I froze, not knowing it was him, but then went to get up but hit my head on my own desk knocking myself back down.

Seeing what had happened, James reached down, placed his arms around my waist and hefted me to my feet. I swore I could feel his hard dick pressing through his khakis against my ass and it didn't feel as if it were a minor protusion.

Pushing me into my chair, he swiveled it around until I was eye-level with his ample crotch. "You need to be more careful, Matt, if you hurt yourself, who's going to make my tea?" With that, he backed out of my cubicle leaving me dazed and confused.

From that point on, James seemed to grow more aggressive towards me. He loved grabbing my ass whenever I was he caught me alone with my back towards him. When I accosted him about it, he would just laugh and say, "Matt, I'm so sorry if I've offended you. If you were a girl, I'd have fucked you in the copier room by now. Frankly, your ass is hotter than any girl's I've seen. I've always wanted to tap a white chick and when you're bent over, I find it hard to remember you're actually a man!"

Well, at least he was honest but his words and actions still humiliated me intensely. Here I was 25, with the company for three years since graduation, and this just graduated high school intern had basically said I had a woman's ass and had gone so far as to fondle it without asking my permission. James assertiveness at work mirrored Tan's at home. I really began to feel as if they were the older, more mature ones as well as somehow superior to me, and it both confused and bothered me immensely!

I decided to confront Tan about it. It was one of the rare times I had ever challenged him and I think he was initially surprised by the spunk I demonstrated in doing so. I had just finished cooking our dinner and naturally had served him at the table before sitting down. While he was eating, I brought up the situation concerning James at work.

I was angry and felt so frustrated I started to cry. "What is it about you boys, Tan? I am a man, damn it, yet around you I feel so confused. I feel more like your wife, maid or little boy than your male roommate or equal. And then there's your friend James. He keeps feeling my ass and telling me how sexy and womanly it is and how much he wants to tap one like mine on a real white woman but never has found one with an ass as sexy as mine!"

When I had first met Tan and fell under his spell, he would have spanked me, lightly, had I carried on like this. However, tonight he took a different tact and waited until I had spewed forth all my frustration. His quiet patience as he sat listening to me, again demonstrated a maturity beyond his years. Tan must have known that waiting me out was far better than interrupting my rant. Getting up, he motioned for me to follow him into the living room.

Tan sat down on the couch and beckoned me to lie down, face up with my head in his lap. With his fingers, he wiped away my tears of shame and frustration and then gently massaged my head while holding it so my cheek was next to his cock.

"Are you finished now, baby?" he cooed. After I signed my agreement by my silence, Tan began to explain things to me. "Matt, let me begin by reminding you that neither Huan nor I have ever made you do anything against your will. Neither of us ever used any power to make you get down on your knees or to spread your legs for us. I'll admit, we have used words and gestures but these have been more to help you understand your true self. I have had to spank you at times, but you've always, willingly bent over my lap and accepted it as if you internally knew you both needed and wanted my correction."

"Now let's examine why you do this. Matt, when you first went to my 20-year-old brother's for a massage you were a 25-year old virgin. You had never had any success with a woman nor done anything sexually with a man. Yet, your body reacted in such a way that Huan knew, immediately, what your mind and body craved. I am more than seven years younger than you are and I too, could tell, as soon as I laid eyes on you. Any doubt I had disappeared as soon as I saw your reaction when you first beheld my cock. It was as if the truth about yourself you could not admit had been removed, like a blindfold, in a single instance. Your eyes were as wide as saucers and you even licked your lips. I realize that you're undersized even compared to typical Asians and that may have made you desire, even more so, to experience what a real man's cock is like, even if it is on a Vietnamese man like me. So, Huan gave you to me so I could teach you and help you.

"You took to cock like it was the most natural thing in the world proving to me and to yourself that you are a total bottom. Matt, you were made to receive a man's cock in your pussy and in your throat. You should have overcome any of your doubts about yourself when you came in your excitement the very first time you deep-throated me. But then, there's your ass. James is so right. It isn't an ass I've ever seen on a man—it's far better. Do you know how turned on I get when I smack it and watch it jiggle before me, begging to be fucked? Do you have any idea how your pussy grips my weapon, pulling my cock forward and into you? I know that I am not gay, but when I fuck you, I never feel as if I am fucking a true man. Partly that's because you only have a cockette, but then a real man wouldn't respond sexually as you do."

"Matt, I looked at some porn on the internet when I was first training you. I checked out a bunch of sites like Corbin Fisher and Sean Cody. I'm not sure if these guys are straight as they claim, but unlike them, you lock your legs around me like a woman does when she's in heat as if she can power her man deeper into her womb. What I'm trying to say, is that your body and mind crave my cock whether you can admit it or not. Believe me, all your actions betray any ability you have to deny it."

"Now let's examine how you cum. Before you met my brother and me, you only used your left hand. And oh, by the way, some scientists say there's a correlation with being left-handed and gay. Now you cum without using your hands. Yes, I did train you because I knew you had no sexual self-control. Your masturbation sessions lasted one or two minutes? Now, because you are concentrating on my pleasure, you last much longer. My seed has had its effect on you in ways you'll never fully grasp. Matt, I've trained you to cum like a woman. When you see me, your nipples harden. When I fuck you, your pussy draws me deep into your womb and as I hit your prostate, your clit oozes your fluids. Frankly, I don't know how you got through high school without having that ass of yours tapped but now that we both know the truth, that I own you, you'll be getting cock regularly!"

"You know, at one point I was worried you might turn me gay. But your sexual response is so feminized that I no-longer feel as if I'm fucking a man. That's why I expect you to do the housework and serve my needs because, Matt, you simply are not a man!"

"Frankly, I'm getting tired of your denials. I've been as patient with you as long as I can. Perhaps I need to tattoo the words, 'Tan's Pussy' above your ass just so you'll remember? The bottom line, get over yourself. While I don't like to use these words because I'm not naturally mean-spirited, you're a fucking fag and mine to use. By the way, I'm not sure if James is into men or not. I never thought I'd be and generally, I'm not. But your ass and mouth are something to behold, especially for a little Asian guy like me. White girls are often rude and ignore me because they're stupid. But your pussy is mine. It begs for a true man's cock unlike the little boy's weenie that hangs between your creamy, girlish thighs! Every time I give you what you crave and see my olive cock going into your white pussy it makes me crazy. And now, because you've made me say all this cuckolds brownie, I think it's time for you to do your duty. So strip right here in front of the window and get on your knees between my legs because your Asian Daddy has something for you to slurp on!"

Of course, I did immediately as I was told. Perhaps all the things Tan told me were true. I had cum from sucking his cock, and my pussy wanted that spear right now. I didn't want to wait but needed the reassurance of his attention as he plunged it in to me. I craved his masculine attention and his masterly control. I grew happy yielding to his desires and sexually responded to his needs. I felt flush as I bent over, thankful I had pre-lubed when I had arrived at the apartment.

Tan was in no mood to finger me or loosen me up but had me lube him through a quick blowjob before entering my pussy in one quick plunge. The entry did hurt initially, but his long-dicking me soon had me in ecstasy! Tan, still dressed, lay on top of me, his knees between mine as he fucked me for all he was worth. Tonight, he ordered me to cup the head of my cockette with my right hand but demanded I not stimulate it in any way. He said he was going to do all the man's work and fuck my juices out of me. So that was the division of labor, I realized. I did the woman's work and he did the man's work – getting me to cum through servicing him. Well, at least in that moment, as his dick rubbed my prostate raw, his concept of the division of labor seemed to work for me.

"Matt, in a moment you're going to cum for me. I want you to taste your juices and then I'm going to cum in your mouth. You'll see, in an instant, the qualitative difference and why you need to be with a true man. Maybe then, you'll quit fighting the truth!"

I was so close and Tan knew it. He started a countdown as he slammed into me, his man-sized cock, practically coming out my throat every time he bottomed out. Ten, Nine, Eight....and as he hit one, I lost it. My thin cockette spewed into my hand as my pussy squeezed around his spear.

Quickly, Tan pulled us sideways and grabbed my hand, making me taste and lick my own juices. I'd say seed, but that would make what I produced sound equal in quality to Tan's and it simply wasn't. Then, when he had me on my back, he sat on my chest, pulled my head up over his prong and jetted eight spurts into my waiting mouth as our eyes locked. Some of his rich cream dribred on my lips but Tan simply wiped it with his fingers and placed them on my lips to lick clean. As always, he was right. Hands down, there was no comparimister because he is the true man. Even as I finished cleaning him up, I had a fleeting thought, is James the man that Tan is? It would seem that events were transpiring that might lead to me finding out.

James was not on my mind much longer. For just as I had finished licking Tan clean but while his softening dick was still on my tongue, the front door opened and Huan walked in. "Man, Bro, what a show you put on. I couldn't help but see how you so masterfully fucked the bitch! I didn't want to interrupt your fun, but I haven't gotten any for a few days and thought you might share with your big bro since I'm the one that gave Matt here to you!"

Tan just laughed and responded by saying, "Where do you want her, in her room or here? Do you want my sloppy seconds or are you just going to use her mouth?"

Huan replied, "Who knows what friends of yours might be stopping by. I think I'll just close the curtain and fuck her where she is since I'm sure you've got her all lubed. Hell, I think I've only fucked her once before and I couldn't forget how hot that white ass and pussy are!"

"That's too true, Bro! How could I deny my big Bro!" Tan said. "She's all yours!"

I was in no position to resist! Here I was, freshly fucked, cum deep in my womb and at the entrance to my pussy. I was on my back just where Tan had placed me. All too quickly, Tan's cock slipped past my lips as he stood up to make room for his older brother. Tan's dick, still slightly fluffed, swang from side to side as he looked very much like a man who had just had a great lay!

Before I could think much, Huan barked his orders, "On your knees, bitch, now it's my turn!"

I had barely rolled over, when a very horny Huan was on his knees behind me pulling me into place. Without any preamble, he sunk his ram-rod Vietnamese spear balls-deep into my well-loosened pussy.

"Damn, Bro, I should be here every night using your bitch. This white-boy's pussy sure is fine. This ass is as good as any I've ever fucked. I know Mom and Dad would cut your balls off if they ever caught you fucking a real bitch. But frankly, Bro, I don't think there are many who are as fine as Matty here when it comes to ass! Why don't you give her a little bit more of that super-man sized cock while I'm tapping this incredible pussy?" Huan went on to say as he smacked my ass with his right hand while long-dicking my pussy.

"Bro, seeing her mouth open like she's in heat from her second fuck in half an hour, I just might have to do that," Tan responded.

"Matt, seeing as you're busy, I'll even be so kind as to unwrap your present," Tan said, mockingly, as he hauled that hot weapon that had just moments before sprayed his man-seed deep inside me out of his now-confining underwear.

In all this time, I think I had been too shocked to say anything. To be the meat in a Vietnamese sandwich was perhaps the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. Tan was certainly his brother's equal in the dick department and I think got off on having impressed his brother by his earlier show of domination. Frankly, that he could be so hard within minutes of coming was amazing. But there he was, in all his glory waiting for my open mouth.

"Tan," Huan said from behind me, "put the bitch's mouth on your dick and hold his head, I'll do all the work for both of us. Every time I long-dick this amazing pussy, I'll be powering that hot mouth onto your spear! Does it work for you?"

As Huan, in essence, double-fucked me, he added, "You know, Bro, I bet guys would line up and pay for this incredible ass! Hell, I'd almost be willing to pay. But then, we've done Matt such a favor by breeding him!"

Tan laughed in response as his dick kept being rubbed against my Adam's apple just as his brother's crossed my prostate. Even though I had just cum, I could feel my clit hardening from all the stimulation, verbal, anal and otherwise I was receiving from these incredibly hot Vietnamese studs.

"I don't know, Huan, but it is something to think about. I've read stories on Literotica about a Chinese guy who loves fucking and breeding white chicks. This ass and throat would make most guys cum better than that on any white chick. Hell, isn't that ass amazing!"

"Yep," Huan responded, and I don't have to bring the "girl" flowers or any of that cuckolds brownie. Plus, Mattie here is ever so thankful for what we give her, aren't you Matt?"

Even though Huan was in need of a fuck, he, like his younger brother, had great stamina. Finally, he leaned forward, grabbed my tits in his nimble hands and licked my ear lobe sending me into ecstasy as I felt his prick emptying his balls deep inside me. Tan must have thought what he was seeing was hot as he pumped another, albeit smaller load deep into my throat. While their massive wangs were embedded in my mouth and pussy and before they had deflated, the boys high-fived each other, still pumped from their release.

"We should do this more often, Bro!" Tan said to his brother.

"Normally, I have ample pussy but my day was dry and I thought about what you were getting so I just had to stop by," Huan responded.

When they both pulled out, it sounded like two popping noises. I was so afraid I'd leak their spunk that I quickly got to my knees and stood up, squeezing my buns together as I dashed to my bathroom.

"Yea, Babe," I heard Tan saying, "You know better than to spill any of our man-seed!" before both he and Huan cracked up laughing.

What a night it had been, and there definitely was more to cum where these to Asian studs were concerned!

That Saturday night I had gone to bed early. It was near the end of the summer and Tan and his friend James had arranged to go out to a party. I was relieved as I was always ill at ease around James and for the entire summer, he'd made me feel intensely uncomfortable at work by his slights and innuendo. Most of his comments were such that only I could hear but I always worried that others would see my face redden after he slapped my ass or pinched my bottom. I knew I should have done something to have gotten him to stop but I always felt so humiliated by his actions that I'd become immobilized and unable to think of the right things to say or do.

But that night I was content. I had the apartment to myself and decided to take a sinfully luxurious bubble bath using some lavender scented soap and bath oils I had found at a dollar store. Yep, lavender. I know it sounds so girlie and feminine but the scent was very soothing to me. I had shaved very carefully after the long soak and felt very smooth and incredibly clean as I put the panties on that Tan insisted I wear after drying off and cleaning up after myself.

I had had a hard week and relished going to bed early without the pressure of having to satisfy Tan. I admit I was a bit jealous and worried he'd pick up some girl and lose interest in me but I realized I was in no position to make demands on him. Over the months he'd lived with me, Tan had matured a bit and while still a young 18, seemed even more the man in our relationship. My cooking s*******s had improved and I really had become the "woman" in our apartment. Still, although the sex had been mind-bending, I had yet to wake up in the arms of a man that loved me, something I was beginning to realize I had craved all my life. Well, maybe that's a misstatement. I had only realized my true desires when Tan and Huan had helped me to understand I was seemingly unable to provide the type of "love" a real woman expected. Further, they had taught that I sexually responded much as a woman would to a man. And, despite my desire that things would be different, I had just about accepted that I wanted to serve a real man that might, dare I say, love me for more than my pussy in return.

Anyway, clean and smooth, I waited up for Tan to return only to give up and go to bed around 11:00 p.m. For some reamister, I crawled into bed and fell arelax on my stomach with my now longish hair splayed all around me.

At some point in the night, I sensed I was not alone. Strong hands were lightly squeezing and then slapping my butt. In my relaxy haze, I assumed Tan had come home and wanted a late night fuck. I could hear him lowering his zipper and removing his clothes. The next thing I felt was my bed sag as his weight joined mine on the bed. Covers were pulled off and then I felt him lay on top of me, his cock nestled in my buns.

It was at that moment I realized it couldn't have been Tan. Whomever it was weighed more and was at least six inches taller. Before I could turn over a man's hand covered my mouth as a set of teeth grazed my ear. I realized who it was when James began whispering, "Don't worry, Matt, I put Tan to bed. He drank too much and is out for the night. But I'm sober enough to get what I want before leaving you and this town to go to college! All summer you've been flaunting that white ass in my face, bending down and tempting me with a bottom that any girl would beg for. Hell, even now, you're wearing silky panties, lying here under me, squeezing my cock like you've wanted my dick all along. And tonight, Matt, I'm not playing any games. Your roommate may be too out of it to get any of this, but I sure the hell am taking what I want so you better get used to the idea!"

By this point, James was fucking my cheeks while resting his entire weight on my back, lifting up only slightly to hunch me.

"Yes, Matt, after a few beers Tan couldn't resist telling me about your so-called relationship! I always wondered how he got the master suite in your apartment...but then, it's because he is your master! I can only imagine the little stud giving your bare little pussy...and I know he likes you nice and smooth just like a sweet Asian girl...all the cock it needs!"

Suddenly, James used his knees to spread my legs apart and lowered his hands to finger my tits. "Wow, Matt your tits feel just like a small Asian girl's. I'd have said bitch but I save that term for white bitches like you. Oh, by the way," he said as he grabbed my breasts, "what are they, an A-cup," he teased. "Don't worry," he added, "I'm not going to fuck them tonight. I don't want to waste myself on your pathetic, flat chest. Instead, you're going to put out for me like those bitches at work should have. Yes, Matt, you are going to make up for all the fucks they denied me and for the offenses they put me through. You, Matt, are going to be this Chinaman's white bitch!"

With that, James leaned back and ripped off my panties. The cool air on my hairless ass and the nearness of his surprisingly meaty upper thighs made me break out in goose bumps. I didn't know what to do. Should I yell **** and hope Tan would hear me and wake up? Should I try to fight James off? Just as when we were together in the office and he'd touch me, I felt too immobilized to respond.

James didn't waste time but aggressively flipped me over and sat on my legs. His cock, now engorged with red, was right above mine, his walnut-sized balls touching my smaller ones.

Seeing how small I was in comparimister, James laughed. "My, my, Matt, no wonder I've never seen you out on a date. Your cock would never make a real woman happy. If only the bitches at the office could see us now, my Chinese cock and your pathetic, little-boy pee-pee, they'd be begging for it! But now, Matt, you're going to beg for it. You are going to be the West that meets the East. You're going to be one of the first Americans to see your future when I literally fuck your brains out!"

James moved forward, his knees now on either side of my head and pinning down my arms. He then placed his hairy balls over my mouth and his Chinese cock right on top of my nose. "Breathe in my scent," James ordered. "Open your mouth and lick my balls," he continued.

I did as he told me to do. Tan had trained me to obey my superiors and James clearly demonstrated he was that and more. As I looked up, my eyes saw with clarity his oozing, purple cockhead as it rested on the bridge of my nose. I don't know what I should have been thinking, but soon, James leaned slightly forward and slimed my forehead with his thick pre-cum. "Yes, Matt, I'm marking you. Be thankful it is my cock and not some radical's from the Middle East! Yes, while we Chinese will take you over economically, they want to take you over body and soul! Tonight, I'm just going to take you!"

I was tempted to say some smartass comment but when I looked up I was silent by the intensity of James gaze.

James was looking down at me in the same manner Tan and Huan had. His eyes were almost a mystical black that exuded authority and power. There was no way, at that moment, to conceive our seven year age difference for James was not the lesser but my greater as he looked down, triumphantly on my presentation. Without saying anything, James eyes ordered me to open my mouth for his hooded spear. His foreskin was totally retracted and his head shiny from his pre-cum.

At first, James simply rested his cock on my tongue. The weight felt amazing and I knew better to wait before acting on my impulse to suck. James nodded before grabbing my head and shoving that Chinese wang completely down my throat. As my eyes watered and throat constricted around his seemingly immense organ, James leaned forward, grabbed my headboard with his hands and s*******fully started to fuck my throat. I think he took great joy knowing he could, at will, slady me with his cock. He loved the fact his bristly and thick-black pubic hair surrounded my nose, a total contrast to the closely cropped hairs that surrounded my clit and the smoothness of my pussy. The sensitive glans of James cock seemed to be in constant contact with my own, sensitive Adam 's apple.

Much like Tan and Huan, James had incredible stamina. I was convinced these Asian alpha males were the superior of most men their age. Whereas by not allowing me to play with myself Tan had enared me to resist coming, he, his brother Huan, and now James showed that they could endure the physical stimulation my body provided for seemingly ages without end!

James eyes were glued on his long, olive spear as it rammed in and out of my throat. I had no idea at the time of the depth or range of his sexual experience but he seemed to definitely be enjoying himself. "A mouth is a mouth, Matt, and yours is doing an exceptional job. I bet Tan's been teaching you to service him because I would never, otherwise have expected you to be this gifted!" he exclaimed. James then leaned back and placed his right hand on my neck trying to gauge just how deep his cock reached. His sense of control and the pleasure he received from knowing he could feel his thick head deep in my throat was obvious in the sighs he emitted.

All of a sudden, James pulled out of my mouth and moved off the bed. He walked around it, his massive cock swaying obscenely from side to side. "I bet the only cock that's been in your virginal ass has been Vietnamese," James said with what almost seemed to be a sneer on his face. "So tonight, you'll simply have to contend yourself with Chinese!" He added, "But don't worry, all the quality things in life these days are made in China!"

Quickly changing the subject James asked, "Do you have a jockstrap anywhere?"

I'm not exactly the sporty type but I did have a jock from my college days in my underwear drawer. However, I didn't want to tell him because I was afraid how he'd react when he saw all the panties Tan has been powering me to wear.

James gave me no choice and went right to that drawer as if he knew which one it would be. Just as I thought, he chortled when he saw what it contained. "Boy, Matt, if the girls in the office could see what you have here they'd be amazed. Damn, I bet Alex would love to see the bitches he fucks wear these," he said as he held up a pair of red panties. Naturally, my faced turned a deep crimmister almost matching them.

James rummaged until he found my jock and threw it to me. "Put it on," he ordered! "I don't want to see your pathetic excuse for a cock while I fuck you. With this, I'll have perfect access to your pussy and can pretend that you're a girl as you beg for my fuck. I guess I could have just ripped a hole in the red ones, but, hey, I bet you look so hot in them I'd hate to see them wasted!"

Almost without thinking, I took the jock he had thrown and slipped it up my thighs and over my clit. It's odd the things you recall at strange moments, but I couldn't help but remember that when I last wore it, my pubic hair would sometimes be exposed at the edges but now, all that was there was pure, white skin. How things had changed over the past seven months. In high school and college, I had hoped I could be a man like all the others in the gym or even like my younger brother. I wasn't all that much smaller than they were but clearly, something was different. They were always more physical than I. I was much more refined and wasn't as suited for the rough and tumble of most sports as they were. Plus, I could easily be intimidated when guys acted in a physically aggressive way towards me.

James approached my bed as if he had won a prize. All his frustration and lust were concentrated in a cock that was Tan's equal. From where I was splayed, I swear I could see his cock pulse as his red, Chinese red pumped in and out of his organ. I don't know about the average Chinese, but James certainly defied the stereotypes.

James came to the edge of my bed and pulled me forward by my legs. With surprising gentleness, he ran his hands up and down the inside of my thighs. Most men and boys have rather pronounced hair in that location and I once had some but Tan had ordered me to shave what I had off and to use Nair and scented cream to keep the area soft and smooth. And of course, I just had to have taken a scented bubble bath before going to bed.

"Your skin is incredible," James said with an air of astonishment. "Your skin is so white and creamy, a great contrast to my more olive complexion. I can't wait to see my cock as it slides into your shaved and baby-smooth pussy."

I couldn't help but recall similar words Tan and Huan had used in our earliest encounters. Back then, they repeatedly told me they were helping me to find my true self -- that their sperm...the sperm of true men...would mark me and change me into what I was made to be. Perhaps my incapacity to resist James only proved they were correct -- what they had injected into me had achieved the results they had foretold. And now, I was about to receive another Asian injection!

As I thought about these things, James had moved forward and placed his knees between mine. He grabbed my legs and placed them on his shoulders. As he leaned forward, he rolled me back, exposing my winking pussy to him. No words were spoken as he began to slide his cock back and forth against my pussy lips, sliming them with his copious pre-cum. Thank goodness, I had gone to bed, pre-lubed in case Tan had wanted me after their party was over.

"I can't help but think of you as a girl," James said as he looked down into my eyes. "But I know you're a man or at least you should be. But Matt, your body was made to be fucked. Your skin is flushed with sexual excitement and your tits are hard. I can only imagine that if you were a true woman, you'd ovulate just as my cock entered your womb!"

Oddly, James seemed to know I'd be clean. He never mentioned protection. Maybe he and Tan had spoken but, nevertheless, it was clear he intended to breed me. His cock simply wasn't to be denied. James pushed his cock against the entrance of my pussy and gasped as my lips opened to receive him.

Having never inserted my clit into anything other than my hand, I could only assume the delight he felt as he penetrated my body. In one sense, I felt far removed, almost sad that I would never experience the thrill he was receiving. Yet, I also felt my own release as I felt James take me. I had given up the fight and succumbed to his lead in the dance we'd been having ever since the day he started as our intern. Whatever doubt I had of his superiority was over as his rampant cock repeated rubbed my prostate.

Clearly, James was taking me. But I was also giving myself to him for his pleasure. He had, perhaps, intended to diminish me by taking me, but as I realized in that instance, he was also giving me what I needed, what I craved. This is what Tan and Huan had been telling me all along. It was more than dominance and presentation although aspects of these were, to be sure, present.

I realize you may never understand, but it also had to do with nature — at that moment, James and mine but Tan's and Huan's as well. It was their nature to be powerful and dominant. It was my nature to be more supportive, in the background. I was a giver and they were takers – but they gave of themselves as well. The contradiction and the truth were startling. I was only now beginning to see and understand what my mind and my body craved. Huan and Tan said one day I'd understand and finally, the mental and physical were merging in the same way James and I were becoming one.

My mind was freed of its thoughts as James made his presence very known. He was rutting now, using his hips to thrust his cock deep into my womb. Here was a man clearly intent on seeding me. He thrust my legs off his shoulders, leaned back, and gripped my ankles to keep his body rooted to its purpose.

James was not to be denied. His pelvic muscles were working overtime and he was so intense in his fucking that I could feel his bones smacking against mine. I was sure I would be red from the physical contact and sore from his exertion.

Stopping momentarily, as if to catch his breath, James merely uttered two words but they were clearly a command: "turn over." Soon, my ass was in the air like a baboon's and James had reinserted his cock into my pussy. He placed his weight completely on my back. Our skin touched everywhere and I could feel his pointed nipples as they rubbed my back between my shoulder blades.

"Yes, Baby," he cooed as he sucked on my ear. He was treating me as he would a woman...taking what he wanted but giving at the same time. James powerd me down on the bed, his left hand under my jaw and the right, tight around my chest. I'm surprised that Tan couldn't hear the smacking sounds he made as he pistioned in and out of me. He was on automatic now and was none other but an incredible, fucking machine. Smack, smack, smack....in and out...on and on it went.

James started to suck on the area where my neck and left shoulder merged. Yet again, he was marking me. The hand that held my chest moved to my breasts, flat and scrawny but soft and he squeezed before rolling my small, pointed nipples.

It was a good thing Tan had trained me to cum solely through the stimulation of my prostate, as there was no way I'd have ever been able to place a hand on my clit. It was all about James, but also, me, because James was giving me everything that he was and as Tan had, showing me, once again everything I am and need.

A permister like me who has never fucked can't quite get into the head of a man who does. James was a total, rutting, Chinese stud with a degree of self-mastery that was amazing. He'd been waiting for this moment ever since he'd met me in my apartment but his need to conquer and take me had grown through our daily contact at the office. While I had thought he was simply having fun and games at my expense, he was totally serious. James didn't think of me as an equal, sexually, and clearly didn't perceive or treat me as a man. While he knew I had the equipment of one, well, theoretically at least, he had correctly understood that I was wired differently. Perhaps this is the true nature of an Alpha male. They seem to smell the scent of weakness; they know their prey or ones who are naturally vulnerable and desirous of or in need of their masculine capacity.

Shortly before his climax, James leaned forward and grabbed me tightly around my chest almost as if he thought I might try to slide out from under him and deny his total conquest of my ravaged pussy! As he fucked me into a prone position, his legs now in-between mine, I felt more and more smashed into my own mattress. The stimulation of my prostate and pressure of the mattress against my pussy pushed me over the edge and my pulsing ass soon did the same for James as well. I knew my jock strap was full of my fluids as my pussy was of James' essence.

However, James was not finished. His cock never totally softened. Relaxed from his release but still hard because of his conquest, James now languidly continued to ease his still hard cock in and out of my pussy, now nicely lubricated by his copious emission. Rolling us on our sides, James laughed as he realized I had cum in my jock. "It's a good thing I made you wear that jock, Matt, or you'd have stained your sheets!" he said.
"Now that I've come the first time, I'm going to keep fucking you as long as I want to make up for all the fucks I should have gotten from you these past few months at work!" James said. James surprised me by placing his hand in my crotch. With his fingers coated with my feeble emission, he brought his hand to my mouth and made me lick it clean.

With my clit now cleaned and back inside it's pouch, James made me aware this fuck wasn't for me but for him. I think he was pleased my clit had returned to its normal, soft, self so I would be removed from wanting my own orgasm but, instead, would realize my true position and, dare I say, happiness, came from bringing pleasure to him.

"You actually get off from this, don't you Matt," James said. I was too ashamed to admit it and my face was as red as the panties he'd removed from me earlier in the evening because it was true. Knowing this, any guilt he may have had for taking me as he had was gone. "Well, at least my last few weeks at the office should be great knowing your pussy is mine whenever I want it," James added as his cock, lubed with his own copious cum, continued to massage my now completely ravaged pussy.

After cuming for the second time, James grabbed my chest and held me tight. "It's too late to go home, I think we'll just relax like this for the rest of the night, my cock still deep in your pussy, and then you can get me off one more time before I go home," James whispered as we both drifted into a deep and sated relax!

I woke up with a start. I could have sworn James had been behind me all night long holding me possessively with his arms around me while his rampant Chinese cock was embedded deep in my pussy. However, when I opened my eyes, he was not there.

I began to wonder if it had all been a dream -- James, the cocky, barely legal, high school graduate, finally getting "a piece of ass" -- as macho studs like -- to refer to it, as in my ass in my room. No, it couldn't have been, I shuddered, thinking that I couldn't have submitted to that arrogant bastard who had tormented me all summer, patting me on the ass whenever I bent over, ordering me around to get his coffee and do mundane chores as if our positions were reversed. James had been intolerable towards me, constantly letting me know he knew he was ultimately my superior.

Then I touched my pussy. It was all sticky! My pussy lips were swollen and my sheets were caked with dried semen. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, James had bred me bareback until I had ******. He may have just turned 18, but James was a pure stud.

Without realizing it, I stuck my finger into my "cunt" as James had called it and realized his cum still seemed fresh. He must have had one more go before he left, I thought, but then how come I didn't remember? As I pondered this, I couldn't resist the urge to remove my finger and bring it to my lips. Sure, it smelled a bit like ass, deep and pungent, but as I licked my finger clean, I realized it had a unique taste.

James' was only the third man's cum I had tasted up until that point. I couldn't include myself in that number as Tan and Huan had shown me the qualitative difference between their cum and mine. What I emitted from my pathetic cockette or, as Tan called it, my little clitty, was watery and weak compared to their thick and copious cum.

As they had pointed out, unlike them, I was physically incapable of breeding a woman. First, my clit was, in all likelihood, too small to please one. Second, I doubt I could physically insert my little member into a real cunt now that Huan, Tan and James had taught me to cum from being fucked rather than fucking.

I had once thought that Tan had reoriented me. Tan, however, explained it differently. He had merely helped me to see my own orientation! Yet even more, he had helped me to see my intense need to serve superior males. If all this wasn't enough, Tan and Huan had shown me I couldn't last even a minute from external stimulation. However, when I submitted to them, and allowed myself to cum from the stimulation their Asian spears induced, I could last almost as long as they did.

As I pondered the taste of James' cum, I began to be alarmed at my predicament. I still had to work with him and knew the next two weeks would be even harder than the rest of the summer had been. But then, I also had to deal with Tan and his inevitable hang-over. Energized by absolute terror of Tan finding James' cum in my cunt, I jumped out of bed and raced to the shower down the hall. I could only hope the hot water and the lavender soap Tan insisted I use would rid me of James' scent and the residue of his copious cum that I could feel running down my legs.

After I felt somewhat clean, I changed the water temperature to as cold as I could stand it and pointed the shower wand directly on my pussy hoping the cold spray would cause the swelling to go down. I'm not a lover of cold water and couldn't stand it for more than a minute. Damn, what a predicament I was in! Hopefully, Tan wouldn't notice or think he had been the cause of the swelling during a previous fuck.

As I was drying off, I heard Tan yelling, "Get in here, Matt!" Tan had just returned to his bed after a piss and looked bad. He clearly had the worst hangover of his young life and an attitude to match.

"Bitch," he growled, "I feel like cuckolds brownie and can't remember much of anything from last night except that I didn't get any. Get your lips around my cock. Maybe if I can get off, I'll feel better or can fall back arelax. But first, get me some water and aspirin!"

I ran quickly to get what Tan needed. As soon as he finished gulping down the water and swallowing the aspirin, I got between his legs and began nursing on his amazing cock. Tan was lying back on a bunch of pillows and took great joy in using his amazing thighs to lock my head in place.

"Yea, Matt, get me off!" Tan muttered as he used his pelvic muscles to thrust his cock up into my throat. This was not going to be a long, drawn out affair. Tan needed to get off and he was simply using me as a means of releasing his sperm. As his balls began to churn, Tan decided he needed a different angle. Gripping my head, he pushed me backward, and with his knees on either side of my head, his cock in my throat, and my nose smashed into his pubes, he did what comes naturally, and fucked my throat as if it was a cunt.

On that Sunday, Tan wasn't into psychology but solely into busting a nut. His thrusting was such that he was breaking into a sweat. I don't think he'd ever been that powerful as he was so desperate to get off. As I focused my mind to relax in order to keep my throat loose, if only to preserve any hope of ever talking again, I felt totally at this lithe stud's mercy. Any other eighteen-year-old would have just used his hands. Tan, however, felt it was beneath him to resort to masturbation when he had his own, permisteral cocksucker at his disposal.

The towel I had been wearing had fallen off and despite all my hopes to the contrary, Tan could see that I was getting off on his fucking my mouth! "Damn, Matt, I can't believe you get so hot for my cock that your clitty gets all hard. It always makes a real Man proud when his woman gets off from a fuck, but really, Matt, this is unreal! For all practical purposes, your throat is a pussy!"

Just as his cock was as deep in my throat as it seemed humanly possible, the phone rang. "Damn," Tan yelped, "That fucking phone makes my head want to come off!"

Instead of releasing me from my oral presentation, Tan rolled me over, on my back, and basically sat on his haunches which rested on either side of my head facing the headboard of his bed. That way, he could reach over and pick up the phone all the while keeping me impaled on his weapon.

"Hello," Tan said. "Hey, James. No, I just woke up with a terrible headache. Yea, Matt got me some aspirin and water. No, he can't come to the phone because he's busy at the moment. Sure, you want his help on a project from the office. I'm going to want it quiet around here so I'll send him over when he's free. No problem. Glad to be of help! Oh, and thanks for getting me home. I never should have drank so much. Good thing I'm not living at home or Mom would have *******ed me. Ok! Later, Dude."

"James wants you to meet him at the office in an hour," Tan told me. "He says you need to work on a special project for him so get me off and get out of here.....I'm going to relax this damn hangover away!"

With that said and my fate sealed, Tan continued to ram his cock deep into my throat. I was beside myself with the thought of what Tan and James had arranged for me. I guess I had lost my focus as Tan slapped me hard and told me to concentrate. "Damn, Matt!" He said. "I trained you better than that. This is NOT the day to try my patience. Now work my cock and get me off. You know you want my sperm in you. I'm doing you a fucking favor by letting you have some when I'm feeling all cuckolds browniety. So do your job, damnit!"

With that, I spent another minute focusing on his mushroom head and the glans right behind it. I seemed to have gotten back my mojo as Tan soon blasted two-days worth of his pungent cum into my mouth. Knowing Tan's attitude, I meekly collected his sperm on my tongue and showed it to him before swallowing and then cleaning him up.

Now spent, Tan seemed content to lay back in his bed and go to relax leaving me only 45 minutes to get dressed and to the office!

What the hell could James want me at the office for on Sunday, I wondered? I didn't even know he was working on anything special!

At 9:30 a.m. on a Sunday morning, I trudged out of my apartment to walk to the office. I had been walking more lately as Tan often wanted to use my car. Knowing it was Sunday and he was home in bed with an immense hangover, I thought it best to leave both the car and keys behind.

I arrived at the office just before 10:00 a.m.

The building looked empty from the outside. However, I did see James' car, alone, in the parking lot. When I opened the door with my key most of the lights were off. Finally, as I entered my cubicle I saw James. He beckoned me towards the Conference Room.

"I'm so glad you got here on time, Matt," James said. We've got to get this done by Noon so that no one comes in and interrupts us."

"What are you talking about," I asked.

"Oh, just a means of remembering your special talents while I'm away at school," James mentioned, nonchalantly, as he pointed to video camera equipment he had set up at three different angles in the Conference Room.

Immediately, a sense of dread overtook me! "What do you mean, James?"

"It's simple, Matt. I'm going to film you making love to my cock. The first time, I'll cum on your tongue and finish on your face. Then, I'm going to breed your pussy right here on the conference room table. The cameras will be covering things from all three angles and will be focused on your pouty lips and that incredible ass that you've spent the summer waiving in my face."

"But..but..but...Tan will ******* me if he finds out!" I blubbered. "And what will we do if someone comes in while your fucking me?"

James just sneered at me and said, "Matt, I won't care if they do! In Chinese culture, much like in Islamic culture, fucking someone doesn't make you gay and I'm certainly not a homo queer like you! It's the bottom boy that's considered a fag. Normally, guys try it out when their teenagers and then move on. But to bottom for a younger man....now that's just beyond the pale. Plus, given your behavior around me, do you really think anyone here would actually be surprised to see you sucking me off or my cock tapping that fine ass? No Matt, they know I'm the real man and you're a mere pussy. However, the staff here are nice and don't rub it in your face! I bet Dave would drool to have helped with this little video project and will be pissed I didn't cut him in," he said, before laughing!

"Yep, Matt, I can't wait to see how hot you look sucking this," he said as he hands lewdly groped his ample basket that was barely contained in his tight fitting jeans! "Yes, I'll need a visual reminder of that pussy of yours gripping my cock like it did three times last night! Hell, I'm sure you still have enough cum up your ass so that we won't need any lube," he continued, before laughing almost hysterically!

This was not looking good! I had to think of something. There was no way I wanted a DVD of my face glued on James weapon! But what could I do? What did I want to do?

"Matt! Get those clothes off NOW!" James shouted, shocking me out of my complacency.

"I can't do this, James," I whined.

"Take of your shirt, Matt!" James countered, as he walked toward me. "Take it off, Matt!" he said, softly, evenly but with an air of certitude.

As I raised my hands to take off my golf shirt, we heard the front door to the office open.

From Paul's Perspective:

I didn't quite know what overcame me as I slipped my cock into Matt's ass-pussy. It was the first time I'd ever fucked a guy and normally I'd have been repulsed by the idea. Yet, James is such a manly guy and I figured if he like tapping Matt it had to be alright. Plus, everyone knows that fucking a guy doesn't make you gay. It's being fucked that does that. Mentally I knew that and was curious because three other Asian studs had gone where I was about to go without losing their manhood.

Anyway, I knew I was naturally superior to Matt and most of the white guys I had gone to school with. Oh sure, some were arrogant bastards who thought Asians to be wimpy simply because we're not huge fucking monsters. But then, they also falsely assumed we're small where it counts. Hell, I bet my dick is as big as most of their brains!

All that being said, I know as most men should, that dick-size doesn't make a man—attitude and self-awareness is where it counts. Still, it was a bit heady to realize that my dick was larger than Matt's which somehow added to the psychology of the event. I mean, it's not like I was going to play with Matt's clit -- but I couldn't help being amused that it was nowhere near the size of a real man's cock!

As I was saying, when I slipped my cock into Matt it was like something I had never felt before. The walls of his pussy were like velvet. They sucked me in and surrounded me with a warm tightness that was better than any of the pussies I'd fucked in college. As I held Matt's legs, I felt so powerful, a feeling that was made all the more real when I looked down and saw his eyes, wide with incredulity as my manhood pressed in all the right places. Seeing Matt's clit and hairless little ball sack added to my own visual sense of being an almost superman or at least an Alpha where Mattie was concerned. It looked so puny compared to the spear, my spear that was violating him.

I had to give it to Tan, Matt's Vietnamese conqueror. He had trained Matt well in the art of presentation. Clearly by taking control of Matt's orgasms and teaching him to come only when anally stimulated, Matt had developed a need to be fucked and soon was giving himself over to me.

Unlike women who are often passive lovers, Matt was cooperating with me by moving his pussy into place so I could piston deep and wide all the while massaging his prostate. Matt would later admit that he'd always suffered from premature ejaculation when he'd be jerking off so, in some ways, we Asian masters were doing him an incredible favor by prolonging his sexual enjoyment. Of course, I really don't know how much enjoyment a bottom gets...it's not really my concern...but Matt certainly was into it big time.

I remember how I held his hands on each side of his slim, pale torso in order to ensure he couldn't touch his clit while I pummeled him. He probably could have fought me off if he had the will to do so....but Tan had so formed him that he knew better than to try.

After a good five minutes of long-stroking that incredible sucking pussy of his, I could tell how close he was to getting off from all my efforts. Once again, I felt empowered by the knowledge I could cause a guy's orgasm simply by fucking him. This was far more fun than fucking some sorority twat plus fucking Matt was also a bit more of a challenge. I didn't have to use my hands playing with his clitty so I felt freer to let loose with my fuck. However, at the same time, I had to use my brains and senses to observe his reactions when I hit his inner organ. It was tantalizing. When I'd long stroke him, his eyes would glaze over. I almost came when he muttered, "yes, yes" like a Parisian whore as I hit his spot. And when my thick head pierced his inner womb, I thought his eyes would literally come out of his head! You talk about a power trip. Actually, I couldn't believe I was lasting as long given the incredible feel and sense of control fucking Matt had given me.

For a first generation, Chinese-American, topping a white guy was a phenomenal experience. I think it brought together all sorts of things for me. For the first time, and in a physical way, I could celebrate and enjoy my superiority over another man both physically, mentally and emotionally.

I knew I should have been more careful, fucking him raw like that....not knowing Tan or James' sexual histories, and I certainly would counsel anyone reading this to never, never do what I did. But, inherently, I knew they'd be clean, like me. Plus, Matt, here, was clearly an owned pussy, meaning, Tan wasn't the type to share what was his. Delicious....taking Matt was also, in a way, a reflection of the Chinese and Vietnamese rivalry that's gone on for thousands of years!

When I bred Matt, by shooting my cum deep in his ass, flooding his womb with my copious Chinese sperm, I had an almost insane desire to have actually made him pregnant. I could see our young with his light skin and my more intense features to include my almond eyes. But, then, I had to remember, Matt was incapable of having my young which, in one sense, disappointed me.

What was I feeling, I wondered? Certainly, I wasn't gay. It wasn't like this was a romantic setting...fucking my Dad's now proven to be gay, Asian-loving employee on the office conference room table. But, still, if I were honest, it was the most satisfying fuck of my short life! This white boy with the little, nearly hairless, cockette, and the succulent cunt seemed made for me. Maybe this was something I should pursue -- like the Emperors of China who had their wives and concubines - maybe Matt could serve my needs in some way....damn, like he'd already served them! And yet, I wanted MORE, I wanted to fuck him until my balls were drained.

But then there was James! I kind of resented him for having fucked Matt, too! However, without him, I would never have tapped that incredible ass! I knew, though, that I'd have to get James to focus on someone else so that I could have more exclusivity with this incredible specimen.

With all these thoughts swirling, and my cock still imbedded in this wonder boy while my cum coated the walls of his pussy, the door to the conference room burst open and Tan strode in. I'm not sure who he was madder at, Matt, James or me! Hell, he caught me fucking his boy with James, his once near, best friend jerking off as he observed and filmed the show!

"What the hell is going on here?" he asked, even though the situation seemed pretty clear to me!

"Get the fuck off my roommate, you fucking bastard!" Tan ordered.

Matt had a look of absolute shock and fear. His cockette had now totally shriveled up and truly looked like the clit it was. My cock, however, didn't respond to another Asian's commands and was still practically at full-mast as it insisted on completing another round of the breeding process.

Matt had started to squirm in order to break hold of my hands which continued to pin him into place as my cock finished up its job. His moving only caused me to firm up, you might say, in my resolve to have him again...if not now, in the near future.

Thankfully, we Chinese aren't ruled by our body parts and my brain was able to eke out a modicum of common sense to overrule the sensations that coursed through my, you might call, large extremity!

"You must be Tan," I said, as I continued to slowly pump my cock in and out of Matt's pussy.

"Yes, and who the fuck are you?" Tan replied.

I'm Paul. My Dad owns this company which employs your boy and James, here, your friend. I caught James doing the same thing you caught me doing, taming this incredible pussy-boy of yours. Frankly, I've never fucked a guy before and probably wouldn't have. But I have to tell you, Matt here is the best fuck I've ever had! I understand you made him what he is. I never thought I'd say this, but I really wish I could take him off your hands."

My words of admiration for Tan seemed to break the ice while my cock continued its relentless second fuck. Tan, while mad at James for taking advantage of their friendship and for fucking Matt without his permission seemed to recognize that we were all on the same level....at least as far as he, James, and I were concerned. We were Alpha tops and Matt was our bottom boy.

Speaking to James, Tan said, "Friends don't take what doesn't belong to them! I trusted you and you took advantage of me. That was wrong! If you had asked, I might have been willing to share. I am really disappointed in you!"

James responded, "I know you are right, Tan, and I apologize. When you got takes and I brought you home, I realized there was no way I could get home myself without getting into trouble with the rents so I decided to stay. And after I helped you get to bed and walked by Matt's room and saw his sexy upturned ass, all the frustration I've felt at being played all summer long by the white bitches at work simply got to me. It was as if his twin buns beckoned my cock and all I could think about was getting some ass. And what an ass it was and is! Taking him was such an incredible ego trip partly because I knew he didn't want to admit how hot I am and what a fucking bitch you've made him. I can't tell you how hot it was to slide my cock inside that ass. You sure called him right! Matt here was simply made to be fucked!"

James then added, "Because he was the best fuck of my life, I thought to myself, 'I've got to have something to remember this by'--which was the project I told you I needed him to help me with!"

For some reamister, the craziness of the situation made Tan laugh. His roommate Matt was being fucked in front of him by a Chinese guy named Paul while his friend, James looked on, cock hard in one hand and a video camera in another!

"I know I should be angry at both of you and in some ways, I am. Let's just say, from now on, there's no fucking Matt without my permission. It's a matter of honor and respect. Also, I want you guys to get tested because I'm not taking any risks with my boy's health as it directly affects ME! You guys understand?" Tan added.

Paul spoke for both boys when he said, "Absolutely, Tan. I know I'm clean and expect James is, too. But we'll do that for

you. And, if you don't mind, I'd like to make an arrangement for some more time with your boy before I go back to college. This is just too good to be a one of if you know what I mean!"

"Matt," Tan said, for the first time speaking directly to his boy, "As soon as my colleagues are done, you're to come straight home! I think we better have a long conversation about what I've seen!"

"Guys, have him back within an hour. He's got some work to do at the apartment," Tan said, as if Matt wasn't even present, before leaving to go back to the apartment.

When the door closed, James said, "He took that much better than I thought. But then, I'm not sure whether theirs is a relationship in the classical sense or, well, you know..."

With that, James crawled up on the conference table and placed his cock in Matt's gaping mouth, hot and bothered by seeing his boss's mister, Paul picking up steam in a second consecutive fuck. As he watched Paul's determined eyes and heard the slapping of intense copulation, he could feel his own balls getting ready to boil over into Matt's pouty mouth. Damn this was fine, even if Matt wasn't one of those bitches! He could feel his eyes practically going to the back of his head as he shot his thick wad down Matt's throat. It would have felt better if he hadn't been facing Paul and Matt's tongue had been on the underside of his dick, but still the hotness of his first split-roast wasn't lost on him. Two Chinese Alphas and their borrowed, white sub gay boy -- what a cause for a mind-overload.

Paul must have felt the same way as he, once again, bred Matt's pussy. Both of the Chinese Studs pulled out at the same time from Matt's respective orifices leaving him feeling hollow and empty.

"Well, would you look at that," Paul laughed, as he pointed to the puddle of watery cum Matt had oozed, "Looks like he liked helping us with our project!"

Now that the boys were sated, Paul slapped Matt's ass and told him to walk to the wash room and get some paper towels to clean up the mess he made. As Matt went to grab his clothes, Paul said, "Not so fast! You'll stay naked until I'm satisfied my man won't figure out the type of Sunday meeting we've just had. And you better be quick in the hall because I think Alex is coming by soon."

The horror on Matt's face showed as he ran to do Paul's bidding. As soon as the door closed behind him, both James and Paul howled in laughter. It had been an incredible afternoon, and both couldn't wait to re-live it by watching that video!

Matt's POV:

Going back to the apartment was one of the hardest things I've ever done. Sure, the scene with James and then Paul was one of the hottest of my life, but it was wrong. Or, more correctly, they were wrong to have taken advantage of me and I was wrong to have submitted to them. I had become so used to obeying Tan that I had lost my will to question the orders of the Chinese boys and now I was going to have to face the music, as I deserved, back at the apartment. To say I was fearful would have been a tremendous understatement!

When I walked in the front door, Tan was waiting for me, fully dressed having joined his family for a late Sunday morning Mass and then lunch. Seeing him looking so mature and formal made me feel even more pathetic. I was shaking like a leaf with, almost overcome by my nerves and cast my eyes down towards the floor unsure of what he would say.

Tan immediately took control of the situation, as always, and ordered me to strip naked, to immediately strip my bed of the sheets from the prior night with James and to put everything in the wash using only hot water, detergent and bleach. After having begun that task, he directed that I take a very thorough shower and then report to him back in the living room.

I was relieved to have something to do. It kept me, albeit briefly, from pondering my fate. But unfortunately, I could only prolong my shower for so long. Given that much of our limited hot water went into the washing machine, I had no choice but to scrub my body and especially my well-worn pussy fast if I was to ensure I could endure whatever Tan had planned for me.

Seemingly all too soon, I was standing naked in front of a very controlled but pissed, young Vietnamese stud.

"Matt, things have gotten out of hand!" Tan said, his voice soft and controlled with an almost steel timbre. "I am very disappointed in you but even more disappointed in myself," he continued, to my utter shock! "Seeing Paul and James using you showed me several things....the first being just how hot you are not only to me but to others like me. But it also indicated that I have failed in some ways to train you properly, and have been immature and selfish in my control of you which will have to stop."

As Tan said these things, I was on my knees in front of him, my hands at my side as he had long ago taught me was a position of respect. His words confused me....as he had never demonstrated remorse or humility in my presence. I also began to wonder if he was losing interest in me or perhaps even wanted to get rid of me because he had witnessed others using me without his express blessing or permission....thereby violating both of us.

Tan continued, "Matt, I'm only 18 and had no real idea of how challenging it would be to take on responsibility for another permister. In my immaturity, I became selfish. I took advantage of your submissive nature and failed to both respect and protect you from others who clearly want what I have had with you. For this, I sincerely apologize."

He went on, "Still, all that being said and generally speaking, I believe you have been basically content and happy with our arrangement. You never complain and are quick to do whatever tasks I give you and, like a perfect submissive, you anticipate my needs so well that I rarely if ever really have to punish you. You look so young and innocent for your age, and sexually, you've been with only four men in your life that I often feel older and more mature than you. However, you are a permister and not a possession. Therefore, Matt, it is time for you to think about and to tell me what it is that you want so that I nor anyone else takes advantage of you as may have happened this weekend."

With these words, Tan, once again, blew my mind. He had mastered me sexually, and despite my eight-year maturity in age, he was showing a level of psychological maturity far in excess of my own. To say I was overwhelmed would have been an extreme understatement. The truth was, I didn't really know myself. I had been such a reclusive virgin when Huan and Tan "brought me out" so to speak.

All my life up to that point I had been a gay in denial. And, if I was honest, I had no regrets over what had happened for had I not encountered these two Vietnamese boys, I may never have had a sexual experience or realized that I truly was a total sexual bottom and primarily attracted to strong-willed Asian men.

But what did I really want with my life? I loved what I had with Tan both physically and mentally, but what was lacking in some aspects at least was emotional. Tan enjoyed his mastery over me and I enjoyed his mastery of me. He fulfilled a primal need that I had to serve a strong-willed Asian man. But life is more than sex and what was lacking in all of this was an emotional connection.

I intensely respected Tan, and, for the past several months I really lived to serve him. I took care of everything in the apartment much as a devoted wife would, and I met his every sexual need. In return, he took me to sexual and psychological heights I could only have imagined.

However, Tan had never denied to me that ours was an arrangement. His family did not want him getting a girl pregnant and, aware of his intense sex drive, turned their head the other way knowing that I was safely fulfilling both his domestic and sexual needs. They were not worried he'd become "attached" to me emotionally, because Tan was, ultimately, a consummate heterosexual. And that was ultimately my dilemma.

Tan had been, as always, observing me as I kneeled before him, deep in thought. "Matt, tomorrow, I want you to get a free VD and HIV test to ensure neither James nor Paul gave you any surprise. While I highly doubt they did, it is for your own benefit."

"Now on to the more difficult things," he continued. "You realize I am not in love with you, I've always been honest with you that I am straight and that this is, at least for me, an arrangement of convenience. However, I am fond of you and if truth be told, appreciate the services you provide me. What I want you to tell me, now that you've been thinking, is what you ultimately want with your life."

"Tan, I owe you so much. It has always been hard for me to articulate what you seem to know intuitively about me. I know you will never love me because ultimately, you'll be in love with and marry a woman. Yet, you have taught me sexually to be what I'm destined to be, a totally sexual submissive. You have trained me to sexually respond to the dominance of a man and have, helped me to practice a degree of self-control I never thought possible. But what I realize is that I only want to be with a man who is into me and me only and I simply don't know who that will be or how I will ever find him. I wish he were Asian as I have never been with any other type of man. And, while I wish he were you, I know that will never be."

Tan allowed me to sit on the stool in front of him and then said, "Until the tests come back, I'm going to limit our sexual contact to your servicing my cock orally every morning and evening. You'll continue to take care of the cooking and cleaning as we work to find a way forward."

Tan continued, "I'm going to have a meeting with James and Paul to discuss the matter. I think we all owe you some help in ultimately finding a man that will be able to fulfill your needs as we have but who will, unlike the three of us or my brother, be able to love you as well. Frankly, I expect there are many Asian men who would love this type of relationship, loving and dominating a white man, but it may take time to find the right one."

Once again, Tan was right and in control of my life. I knew he knew what was best and could only wait with great anticipation to see how my life would be arranged and resolved.

"Oh", Tan added, "here are a few more rules in the interim. You may only cum while you are sucking me off and you will not have any sexual encounter without my express permission. I will deal with James and Paul. Until I determine otherwise, you remain, in essence mine, and I continue to expect your obedience."

With these words, I was dismissed. I had work to do and could only wonder at what my future would hold!

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I think it is time for a hiatus -- I never wanted Matt to simply become a slut for any Asian...but did want to explore and help him to discover and understand his sexual role/position in life. Self-respect is a necessary component for all human beings regardless of whether they are wired to be tops or bottoms. Whether or not Matt finds his one, true Man could be a future sequel.

Thanks to all who have read this series. Some have made constructive comments. Others, often anonymously, have simply criticized or given a very low vote because they weren't "into" this story. My humble request--be kind to your authors who give you these interludes of imagination and possibility. And if you want that sequel, .please advise! Oh, I've yet to hear from a dominant Asian...I would have loved your thoughts and observations...it's never too late!!!!

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Myron




I was on business in the Fire Island area of New York. Checking into a small motel I was surprised to see the small, old, Jewish-looking man behind the counter, in effect, checking me out. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or get annoyed by his eyeing me and smiling at me in what could only be described as a leering way.

The man had a small name badge on. It read, "Myron". He was short with a mild potbelly, and had a skinny pair of arms and legs, making him appear to be a sort of geriatric spider. He wore his pants nearly up to his chest with suspenders assisting them. All in all, he appeared to be a sixty-five plus nerd.

As he handed me the keys to my room he said to me softly, "See ya around." Then he gave me this knowing look that communicated a presumption that I was gay or something.

A few young, male clerks working in the office observed this and giggled as they could see my exasperation with what was happening.

I left half-pissed that this old fag could think I was gay. But another side of me was somewhat amused by it all. Imagine, I thought, me an ex-jock, college football player, now married for 20 years and with two kids, mistook by this little faggot for a potential boyfriend.

I laughed the thought off a couple of times as the thought recurred throughout the night. But as I tried to relax that night, for some reamister, I couldn't get the incident, or the look the old man gave me, out of my mind.

The next day, after making some sales calls in the area, I figured I'd go out and sample the motel's outdoor pool. As I lay in my lounge chair, who should show up but Myron.

He entered the pool area via a sliding glass door wrapped in a terry cloth robe. He said hi to me with a wink, pulled over a chaise lounge chair nearby, turned his back to me and peeled off his robe.

I was shocked to see he was wearing only a beige thong. His ass was bared in all its glory, just a few feet from my face. I was taken back that this spindly old man had such a muscular ass. It stood out in contradiction to his wiry legs and arms.

When he turned toward me, I was treated to another shock. Although his torso looked malnourished—his chest was concave, sloping into a pronounced potbelly—his genitals looked immense.

The crotch of the thong was sorely stretched, hanging down at least seven or eight inches from his loins. As he swung one leg over the lounge chair and proceeded to squat down into it, I couldn't pull my eyes away from the loaded pouch that was the crotch of his thong as it preceded him in resting itself onto the chair long before his ass would touch down.

He remained for a few seconds with his legs spread, each foot set on either side of the lounge chair. His massive genitalia, laid out in front of him like an obscene ornament. I couldn't seem to take my eyes from it.

"Nice view," he murmured. It jolted me from my mindless gazing at his crotch.

"What!" I said, embarrassed at what I was doing. But Myron just looked off toward the beach and ocean, repeating, "Nice view out there, eh?"

"Oh yeah," I said, my face reddening because I knew he was playing with me. He saw how I stared at his trophy manhood.

We started in with small talk, all the while Myron continued to sit, legs spread wide, each foot on either side of the chair. A position that left me struggling to look him in the eye as we talked. But I found myself, to my own bewilderment, finding it hard to avoid sneaking glances down at his amazing size.

The crotch of the thong, reaching out more than half a foot in front of him, was stretched to the point of allowing one to look in the side of it. The elastic leg part that should have hugged his upper thigh was pulled inches from its appropriate mooring. I could see the thick hose that was his aged cock, and the loose skin that was his scrotum.

He got up after a while and went in the pool. When he re-emerged the beige thong became transparent. I could see the large knob of his dick and the elephantine balls he carried.

I was amazed that I found all of this so...impressive. I found myself puzzled that another man's size could leave me so awestruck. "Awestruck" was the only word I could come up with to explain how I was feeling at this point in Myron's presence.

As he spoke to me, Myron would occasionally reach over and touch my leg while making a point. In time, he was squeezing my thigh a bit as he spoke to me. Several times I was about to haul off and belt him, or at least tell him to take his hand off me, but each time he'd remove his hand just before I did. As time passed, I found his touchings both repulsive ...but also strangely exciting. I began to notice this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was a slowly stirring arousal at Myron's touchings.

"You've got a lot of muscle there," he said with a leering smile at one point as he squeezed the muscle of my upper thigh. I at first wanted to tell him to fuck off, but then found myself softly responding, "Thanks."

What was wrong with me? I didn't know. When I excused myself to go take a leak, I found a wet spot in my inner trunks. When I pulled out my dick it was drooling precum. I honestly found this terrifying. I couldn't imagine myself gay. How could I be responding to this homely little man? What kind of spell was I under?

I went back and sat with Myron and we talked some more. As late day arrived, he suggested we go down to the beach so I could enjoy, "...all Fire Island had to offer."

We walked together down to the beach side by side. Myron led me behind some shrubs and dunes. He spread his blanket out and he laid down on it. I sat along side him. He asked if I would put some tanning lotion on him. I surprised myself by complying.

He first rolled over and lay prone on the blanket. I applied the lotion over his skinny legs and down onto the backs of his feet. I found myself massaging the soles of his feet. The old man moaned slightly, letting me know it felt good. As I worked up his leg, I massaged his calf and then the backs of his thighs.

I skipped over his prominent buttocks and applied the gel to his back, shoulders and neck. I even worked it into his arms, massaging them along the way. He continued to lay before me. There was only one other area to cover. I was trembling as I squirted the lotion onto my hands and rubbed them together. I then began rubbing the lotion onto his muscular ass. He moaned again in appreciation. But he appeared all the while confident that I would do just what I was doing. He never seemed to doubt from the moment we walked down to the beach that he would have me stroking and massaging him this intimately.

As I stroked and kneaded Myron's well-muscled buttocks, I couldn't help but stare down at the bursting pouch of thong that began to stretch between his legs. I found myself allowing my hands to rub against the bared part of his crotch as I massaged his ass.

The bulk and size of his cock and balls was mesmerizing me. To my surprise, I felt myself getting an erection as I worked on the muscular ass and continued to nudge his rapidly enlarging penis.

Finally, Myron rolled over. His dick was starting to poke straight up, practically tearing the thong from him. He casually reached down and slowly, confidently, pulled the thong off and threw it aside. His huge dick stood up along his belly. It must have been close to 12 inches. I'd never seen anything like it. He smiled as I stared at his prize. Then he lay back down. The immense organ arched up over his stomach reaching up to his lower chest. It pulsated. I tried to continue applying the lotion to his thighs, but as I watched the thick powerful dick continue to hover over him, pulsating rhythmically, I slowed and almost stopped. It was as if his dick, with its strength, size and power was magictizing me.

He whispered, "I've seen that look before."

He slowly—gently but firmly—grabbed the back of my neck. As he grabbed the base of his cock in one hand, pointing it straight upward, he brought my head down to the knob of his dick. My lips were brought firmly to the bulbous, sticky, head of his cock. My lips opened. I took his cock into my mouth. From there it is all a haze to me. I only remember my hand taking the base of his dick from him as I began swirling my tongue around the head of the gigantic dick. I began to bob up and down on it. In the back of my mind I knew I was blowing the old man, but my mind blotted it out.

I found myself just wanting to please Myron. I was pumping the behemoth organ into my mouth, running my pursed lips up and down over the head of the big dick. Myron was grunting now. I heard him mumble, "Born cocksucker," several times. My spittle, mixed with his precum was running out of my mouth, down the thick barrel of his shaft.

We were getting loud. In the back of my mind I wondered if someone would hear us and we'd be found. But I was so hot, I continued on, slurping and sucking away noisily on the wonderful, giant cock that Myron was feeding me.

Myron was on his elbows now watching me suck him off. He continued to grunt, "Cocksucker," over and over as I continued laboring over his monster cock.

"Suck it...that's it cocksucker...suck it like you've wanted to since you set eyes on me," Myron hissed over and again, taking charge of me. I found myself responding by sucking and working ever harder to please this new master I had found.

I felt Myron's hand pulling down my suit. My seven-inch dick was harder than it had been in years. In the last few years the truth is I had trouble performing with my wife. I had trouble attaining and maintaining an erection. Such was not the case with Myron. As he played with my dick I realized I was going to cum if he continued.

Suddenly Myron came. My mouth filled violently with the thick jism he gave forth. He grunted over and over. I wondered if I could contain it all.

"Swallow it!" he barked down at me. I did. It still overflowed down onto my fingers though. Like a thick white molasses his semen ran down onto my fingers, my hand, and over my wrist.

I squirted under his hand manipulations. It seemed minor compared to Myron's explosion. But I could hear him grunt amusedly at my quick ejaculation.

When we were done we lay side by side, sans our bathing suits.

After several minutes he reached over lazily and fondled my cock and then my balls.

"You're my boy, now," he said. I laid quietly, acquiescing to his pronouncement. I'd never felt so secure and comforted with someone before. As Myron put his arm around me and pulled me to him—as a man would a woman—I felt I was in the presence of a truly confident and powerful man.

As we lay there, I would suck him off again before we put our suits back on and walked up toward the motel. We did so arm in arm. As we passed some other men walking along the beach, they looked at us knowingly. Occasionally, Myron's hand would reach down squeezing and patting my ass.

When we got back up to the motel, Myron told me to call him if I wanted to that evening.

After showering in my room, I thought I'd just go to bed early and leave early the next morning. But as I lay in bed, images of the day kept coming to mind. Especially of Myron and his mammoth dick. I was hard again and horny. I called Myron and asked if I could come over. He said, sure.

We wound up in bed all that evening making love.

The next morning we were awoken by a phone call. It was a minor emergency down at the motel office. As I watched Myron talking on the phone, standing a few feet away from the bed, I was impressed with his calm and command. He calmly but assertively told the permister on the other end what to do and how to handle the problem.

I lay leaning on one elbow, watching "my man" handling the situation confidently, one hand on his hip, his trunk like cock hanging out in front of him, wagging as he'd walk around talking into the phone. As he'd occasionally turn his back to me, I could see the large sack of balls dangling a good six inches down from his groin.

I realized that I was watching an alpha male at work. Although Myron may have originally seemed small and scrawny to me, he decided he wanted me, a straight masculine male, and took what he wanted. He seduced me into being his, "boy," and sharing his bed. He also seduced me into servicing his every need. He was for all intents and purposes, my superior, my master.

When he was done on the phone, he strode back to the bed I lay waiting for him in, his trunk-like dick bouncing off his thighs as he walked. He reached over and grasped my dick. It was hard as a poker.

"What's this all about," he smiled. We kissed deeply, his tongue probing my mouth. When our lips parted, he whispered, "Are you my boy?'

"Yes," I responded.

He then began to casually tell me about what was happening down at the office as he took the pillows and piled them in the middle of the bed. As he continued discussing the office situation, he casually signaled for me to position myself over the pillows, ass in the air. Myron continued chatting as I assumed the position he had calmly, wordlessly, ordered me to assume.

As I lay waiting, Myron chatted along about the work situation as he opened a jar of Vaseline and dished it out by his fingers. And as he continued on about the office he casually spread my cheeks with the thumb and fore finger of one hand and applied the Vaseline to my asshole with the other.

"There we go" he interjected within his monologue about work briefly as he stuck his greased fingers up my ass, applying the lubricant.

Then Myron, just as casually, positioned himself behind me and began working his over sized dick into my ass. It hurt tremendously as he stretched me to the maximum. In time he worked his long, fat cock into my rectum, then deep into my bowels. Shortly he was pumping himself into me.

In a mirror across from us, I could see this little, old man mounting me and humping into me. What more blatant form of dominance, I thought, than one human mounting and humping another for his pleasure. Myron was doing just that. He was mounting and humping me. Using me—using my ass—for his pleasure.

At one point Myron held me by the back of my neck, pushing my face down into the bed as he leveraged himself for greater penetration as he pounded his loins into my ass, smacking and slapping away with his pelvis as if it were spanking my ass. I could only lie beneath him passively grunting at the pain he was inflicting on me. And yet, my penis stiffened under the battering. I came into the pillows below me.

After several minutes, Myron came voluminously. He flooded my bowels with his masculine enema. I could hear him grunting above and behind me, squeezing one of my ass cheeks as he came. Then he fell onto my back and lay on me for a few minutes before disengaging himself and lying back on the bed.

I ran to the bathroom. After a few minutes I emerged with a hot wet cloth to clean him with. He smiled at me as I lovingly cleaned his cock.

"You're my bitch," he offered. I said nothing. We both knew I agreed.

Later that day I stopped by his office before leaving. Two of the clerks there smiled to each other when I asked if I could step back into Myron's office. They remembered me as the apparently straight guy who the other day appeared annoyed at Myron's come on. Now they could see, Myron knew best.

When I got back to his office, he asked what I wanted. I said, to say goodbye. He pushed his chair out from behind the desk, spreading his legs somewhat obscenely, and asked me how I intended to say goodbye.

I knew the clerks outside would hear, but I didn't care. I kneeled down in front of Myron and unzipped him. I fished out the big dick I had come to love so, and sucked him off. I could hear his young male clerks giggling in the outer office.

Since Myron, I have been with a couple of other older confident men in the Bay Area where I live. With a family, I do have to keep my relationships secret. But I cannot go back to just a hetero life style. Myron changed all that. Myron changed my life.

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Meeting Mark


When my step-flower said she was coming home from college to visit, we were pleased of course and somehow not surprised when she said she was bringing a guy who was "just a friend". She has something of a naïve belief that guys just want to be friends with her, but of course it always turns into something else. She truly seems to have no clue that she's way too hot for guys to be "just friends" with. For my part, of course I couldn't resist giving her a hard time about it. I started teasing her about her "friend" and she insisted that he was just that. I persisted and reminded her of all the other just friends that she'd had previously and she finally said that this one was definitely just a friend because he's gay. I assumed she was just trying to shut me up, and who could blame her, but she went on to explain that he's something of a militant for rights on campus and leads a couple of organizations not just for gay rights, but for a number of other causes as well. This finally shut me up which is never easy to do.

That night I was feeling especially frisky with my wife and of course she took the opportunity to tease me about the cause of my arousal. She stroked my cock and teased that I must be turned on by the thought of having a gay man in the house. She and I have shared many fantasies involving me being with another man and she didn't miss the chance to point out the potential even if we both knew that I wouldn't act on it. Nevertheless, we had our usual amazing sex as we talked about a scenario that was closer to real than usual and that really turned us both on even more.

The next weekend they arrived on Friday night in time for dinner. Introductions were made all around and as I met Mark, I have to admit that the fact that he was gay was front and center in my mind. Throughout dinner, I kept having thoughts of him having sex with another man, he was good looking and well built, though not overly so. His permisterality was similar as well, assertive and sure, but not cocky. It was really a good conversation through dinner when I could follow it. I hoped that my distraction didn't show or at least that no one would guess the cause. Our step-flower decided she was going to take our flower shopping the next morning and Mark said he was going to have to stay here and get caught up on a little school work if nobody minded. We said of course not and then my wife looked at me sort of slyly and said, "Actually, I have to go into work for a while in the morning anyway".

As we climbed into bed that night, my wife reached over and found my cock already hard. She smiled and stroked it slowly and said, "Thinking about you and Mark having a little quality time tomorrow?"

I laughed and said no rather weakly. She stroked my cock slowly for a minute and I felt like I was going to cum already when she stopped and said, "Well I'm going to leave this alone just in case, so you're good and ready". My balls suddenly ached even more and my hand went to my cock, but she stopped me and I moaned, "You bitch". She replied, "That's right", with a smile. It took me a long time to fall to relax.

I slept later than usual and only woke when my wife came in the bedroom with a cup of coffee for me. She said that our flowers were just getting ready to leave and she was just finishing some computer work and was then going to leave as well. She slid her hand beneath the sheets and gave my cock a stroke. It jumped readily and my balls resumed aching and she said, "I'll take care of that later if you don't get any other offers" and with a wink, she walked out. I watched the sports news and a little while later she came back to give me a kiss as she was leaving. What I didn't know was that part of her "computer work" was leaving some of the erotic stories I'd written open but minimized on the computer that Mark was going to be using this morning. She knew they'd be impossible for him to miss and she suspected that when he read the rather graphic content he would be spurred into action. All the stories that I'd written involved me being with other men and exploring my many fantasies of gay and bi sex and presentation.

I turned the TV off and finished my coffee, then got up to take a shower. As I stood under the warm stream of water, my cock rose and I began to stroke it slowly. I had to admit, that my mind wandered to Mark again. Just the fact that I was alone in the house with a gay man was arousing enough, but there was something about him that was very erotic as well. I stroked myself slowly, but before I came, I stopped and resolved to save it for my wife when she got home. I had to try hard to divert my mind to something that would allow my erection to deflate despite its repeated arousal without satisfaction, but eventually, I resumed my shower in relative distraction. I got out and toweled off and by now was thinking of a few things that I had to get done at some point during the day. I walked out of the bathroom naked and went towards my bureau as usual. What wasn't usual was that Mark was lying naked on our bed slowly stroking his cock.

I stopped, in shock and stupidly said, "Mark, what are you doing?"

He didn't answer for some time and then said slowly, "I'm stroking my cock."

I couldn't say anything at first, but finally, my mouth reacted properly and said, "You need to leave."

He didn't move and didn't answer at first, then said, "Do I. It looks like your cock says otherwise."

My cock, of course, displayed my true feelings and was throbbing hard already. I dropped my eyes down, partly from embarrassment and partly to confirm the betrayal that I could feel pulsing hot through my body. My eyes drifted slowly up and stared at his cock. He was still lightly stroking his hand up and down the shaft. I stared and could do nothing but observe every detail. It was beautiful. Long and thick, not huge, but big and perfectly shaped, I stared and couldn't look away. My trance was broken by him getting up from the bed and walking towards me. My eyes dropped again. I was too nervous and embarrassed to look at him. I could see a wet spot at the tip of my cock and then could see his body come into view as he stepped close to me. His hands gently slid over my nipples, causing my body to convulse and more wetness to seep from the end of my cock. His hand went to my cock and he wiped his fingers across the wet head and I thought that I would cum all over his hand. He brought his hand to my mouth and pushed my chin up so that I was powerd to look at him at the same time. My mouth went to his fingers and licked the salty wetness from them as he said, "You're hungry aren't you?"

I nodded my head in shame and hunger.

He smiled and said, "You want to suck my cock don't you?"

I nodded my head again.

"That's not good enough. Tell me what you want."

"I want to suck your cock", I said with a trembling voice.

"I know you do. You want me to make you my whore. You don't just want to suck my cock, you want to worship it. You want every drop of cum you can get out of it, don't you."

It was not a question and he knew the answer of course. "Oh god yes. I want your cock in my mouth. I want you to fuck me and I want to you to give me all your hot cum", I blurted out as I dropped to my knees in front of him and his swollen cock.

I stared straight ahead at it and he took it in his hand and slowly stroked it up and down again. He bent his cock forward and ran it across my cheek and under my chin. He powerd my head up with it, to look him in the face. I tried to look away, but couldn't. He said, "Where do you want my cum?"

"Everywhere" was all I could say.

He smiled. A sort of wry smiled that seemed to be amused by what a cum slut I was in front of him. I was beyond embarrassment by now and was consumed by lust. My servitude fed his arousal and he gave way to his power over me completely. "I'm going to give it to you everywhere before we're done," he said, "but I'm going to start with your face, because a slut should have cum on his face before he gets fucked. Get on the bed."

I climbed onto the bed and he pulled my head around so that it was close to the edge. He stood over me, stroking his cock. I stared in amazement and lust at his cock and heavy balls just inches from my face. My body quivered and my face was frozen in a look of lustful anticipation. "Tell me what you want", he panted.

"Cum on my face. Oh god, cum on my face. Shoot your hot cum on me. Cover me. I want it. Please. Cum on my face. Please. Please Mark. Please. Please." I ranted.

I watched his balls pull tight to the base of his cock. His cock throbbed and jerked. His cum flew and landed hot on my face. Shot after hot shot flew from his lurching cock all over my face and neck and into my hair. My orgasm came. Cum poured from my cock out onto my belly. His legs grew weak from the power of his orgasm and he leaned forward onto the bed to steady himself, pressing his cock and balls into my face as he did. I licked and sucked at his cum soaked balls. A long moan that started when I saw the first throb of his cock was muffled but not diminished by his messy crotch pressed to my face. I felt his hand on my cock and though its hardness had only diminished slightly, I felt it grow harder still. He regained his strength and brought his hand to my mouth. I licked my cum greedily from his fingers. He ran his fingers through the cum that he had shot all over my face and smiled at me, seeing that I was eagerly awaiting whatever he wanted to do to me next. He slid his hand under my neck and lifted my head towards the head of the bed. He spread cum everywhere he touched me. I was lying on the bed now, with my head toward the top and he straddled my chest and pressed forward, saying, "Suck my cock".

I did so eagerly and he slowly began to move his hips back and forth, fucking my face. I nearly fetishd, but he went slowly at first and then fed me more and more of his cock with each forward stroke. I wanted every inch of him inside me and relaxed my throat and gave over to him. "That's it. Suck it. Oh yea, take the whole thing. I knew you were a cocksucker the first time I saw you. Yea, take it you fucking cocksucker. Yea, suck that cock. Oh god Steve, you are such a cock hungry slut. I'm going to fuck your face and then I'm going to fuck your ass."

I felt his heavy balls slap against my chin and my nose press into the matted hair of his crotch with each forward stroke. His hand pressed to the back of my head and pulled my hair hard with each forward stroke, burying his cock into my hungry mouth. He stopped and rolled off of me. "Get on your knees, bitch. I'm going to fuck that tight ass of yours now."

The sound that escaped me was half moan and half whimper. I quickly moved to my knees, my head and shoulders pressed to the bed. "Reach back and spread your cheeks for me", he commanded.

"Oh god, fuck my ass", I panted as my hands pulled my ass cheeks apart, exposing my tight hole to him.

"Shut up slut", he barked. "Push your finger in there and loosen it up for me."

I wiped my finger around the sweat and cum that had run between my legs and then slowly powerd my finger up inside my tight ass. I felt like such a slut, finger fucking my ass in front of him, but I wanted so badly for him to fuck me and my finger felt so good, I slowly worked it in and out moaning.

"You are such a horny bitch", he taunted. "Work another finger in there so my cock doesn't split you open."

"Please, just fuck me", I moaned, but I complied, powering a second finger into my ass.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you alright. I'm going to shove my whole cock into that tight little ass of yours. I'm going to fuck it until it milks my cum. I'm going to fill your slut ass with hot cum."

His hand pulled mine away, my fingers popping out and quickly replaced by the fat head of his cock. It was coated with cum and saliva and he leaned forward in one steady thrust pushing his whole cock into my ass. I felt his weight on me and over me and it pressed my head and shoulders into the soft bed. I moaned. A slow deep moan. My ass felt impossibly full and my cock throbbed and dripped. He eased his cock back and then slowly forward again. I could feel every beautiful inch of it touch every nerve and sending waves of only pleasure over my entire body. My hips rocked back, wanting him to fuck me harder and deeper. "Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh yea, fuck me", I panted.

His hands took my hips and he began to thrust powerfully and deeply with each stroke. His hips crashed against my ass and he couldn't fuck me hard enough or fast enough for either of us. We were both blind to anything but our own lust and he fucked my ass wildly. My hands clutched handfuls of the bedspread, trying to get a grip to power myself back harder against his thrusts. I panted and struggled to breath, my face buried in the blankets. I felt his cock stiffen and throb in my ass and my cum start to flow as he reached around and stroked me. I lifted my head from the mattress and saw my wife standing inside the bedroom doorway, leaning back against the door with her pants around her knees. She rubbed her clit furiously with the flat of her hand pressed hard against her mound. She came hard as we did and it wasn't the last time that morning for any of us.

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A Pie From The Mother


I met Caitlin in a night club when we were both aged nineteen. We quickly fell madly in love with each other and within three months we had set up our first home together. Life was great to start with; we were young, in love and could not get enough of each other.

However as we shared our lives together we slowly began to have our differences, and our relationship deteriated from the perfect start to one where after eighteen months together we came to the mutual decision that it was best to break up and go our separate ways. I suppose that one of the main causes of our relationship deteriating was our sex life. To start with we made love all the time, enjoying each others bodies and experiencing new and different things together. However it soon became apparent that Caitlin had very prudish and different attitudes towards sex than I did.

Since I was a young teenager I have always had a fetish for sperm and cream pies. Before Caitlin my previous sexual encounters had indulged me at times in this fetish. I had several previous casual girlfriends and one night stands that used to let me clean up and eat out the sperm from their sticky pussies after we had made love. I really enjoy the sight, taste and smell of a fresh cream pie. Unfortunately the first time that I tried to go down on Caitlin after we had made love to taste my cream pie, she screamed and pushed my head away saying that it was disgusting and un-natural.

Caitlin did try and make the effort to accommodate my fetish. Occasionally if she had a few takes and got a little tipsy she would let me clean up her pussy of my sperm with my tongue and mouth, but she never really enjoyed it and I could tell that she was only going through he motions to try and please me. She would not even shave or trim her pussy hair, which she knew that I preferred, saying that it was not normal to do so. We tried to talk about my fetish on occasions, but she always told me that it disgusted her and that she could not understand how I could possibly get any enjoyment from seeing her used sticky pussy full up with sperm, let alone licking and tasting it. I remember one time vividly when we talked and I suggested that it would be great to let another man fuck her so that I could eat up a cream pie that was not my own. Caitlin went berserk at this suggestion and we didn't even talk to each other for at least a week. It was probably this admission that I would enjoy watching her with another man, and then afterwards eating up the sticky mess that they had made together that was the final straw for our relationship. It was not long after I had mentioned this that we agreed that we were not compatible and it would be best for all concerned if we were to split up.

About three months after I had split from Caitlin I was starting to sort my life out again. I had moved in to a pleasant one bedroom flat and was making social contacts with a group of friends that had nothing to do with Caitlin and our previous life together. I had had the pleasure of a couple of one night stands and enjoyed going down on one of the girls after we had fucked. I had seen Caitlin around a couple of times and we remained on reamisterably friendly terms with each other. Things were certainly starting to look up. It was at this time that I had a telephone call from Anne, Caitlin's lady. She invited me round to her house for a cup of tea one morning for a chat and to catch up.

Anne was a pleasant lady aged in her mid forties. She was always impeccibly dressed, although always on the conservative side. She looked reamisterably attractive for her age, and she still had a good figure which was aided by her membership of a private health and beauty club, which she attended on a regular basis. She was happily married to Steve and I had always got on well with both of them when I had visited her home with Caitlin. She had always been warm and very hospitable while I was living with her flower, and it did not seem un-natural for her to contact me to arrange a meeting for a chat.



As arranged a few days after her phone call I arrived early one morning at Anne's house. She welcomed me in, made me comfortable in her lounge and prepared a take. As we made idle chat over a cup of tea and biscuits Anne finally got round to asking "Why exactly did you separate from Caitlin?"

"It's a long story," I replied. "But in the end we decided that we weren't really getting along and that it was best for both of us to move on."

"That's a shame." Anne said. "I was looking forward to eventually having you as a mister-in-law."

"I'm sorry." I meekly replied.

"No problem, these things happen in life. Why did you think that you weren't getting along?"

"There were lots of reamisters," I replied as evasively as possible as I really couldn't go into the details of our relationship with Anne.

"I thought that the two of you were getting along so well, I was really surprised, and sad, when you broke up."

"Yeah it was a real shame," I muttered.

"Was it because Caitlin wouldn't give you cream pies?" Anne bluntly asked.

I didn't know where to look or what to do. I was so embarrassed and could feel my face and neck flushing red with total embarrassment. I could not take in that Anne had mentioned cream pies. How, and what did she know? Why was she asking me this? How embarrassing for my ex-girlfriends lady to even mention the word in my presence.

"Last week I had a long heart to heart chat with Caitlin and she finally got round to telling me some of the reamisters as to why you split up," Anne said. "She told me that you seem to have a fetish about sperm and cream pies, and that she just couldn't bring herself to give you what you wanted. My flower seems to have very prudish ideas when it comes to sex."

I listened to Anne in total shock. This was my ex girlfriends lady talking openly about sperm and cream pies as if they were the most normal thing in the world. I could not believe that I was listening to her bringing this matter up in conversation about her own flower.

"Was that the reamister why you split from my flower?" Anne asked.

I muttered "I don't know what you mean."

"As Caitlin wouldn't let you clean her pussy up after you had made love, was that the reamister that you split up?"

I nodded slowly embarrassingly back at Anne.

"Was it?" said Anne again a little more firmly.

"Yes," I replied in a voice that was barely a whisper.

I couldn't believe that I was sitting in my ex girlfriends lady's lounge, takeing tea and admitting to her that I had split up from her flower because she wouldn't let me eat up my sperm from her sticky pussy after we had made love. The whole situation seemed totally surreal and I was very embarrassed. I fidgeted in my chair trying to think of a tactful way that I could quickly get out of there.

"That's a real shame," Anne said. "I'm sorry that the pair of you couldn't sort it out."

"Yeah," was the only reply that I could muster as I still could not believe that Anne had brought this up.

As we sat in silence I did not know what to do. I looked down at the tea in my cup and tried to think of something to say to change the subject. The silence between us seemed to go on for ages and the atmosphere in the room appeared almost physically heavy. Eventually I looked up from my tea cup and met Anne's gaze sitting opposite me. Our eyes locked together and in a very matter of fact voice Anne said to me "my pussy is full of sperm right now."

I just stared back at Anne not quite taking in what she had just said.

"Did you hear what I said?" She asked.

I nodded my head to reply. Even if I had wanted to speak I'm not sure that I could have done as my mouth and throat had gone totally dry.

"Steve made love to me this morning just before he left for work. I usually shower straight afterwards but I didn't this morning as I knew that you were coming for a chat. I just slipped my knickers quickly back on."

I just stared at Anne listening to what she was saying.

"The gusset of my knickers is soaking wet and I can feel Steve's sperm leaking out from my pussy." Anne told me.

I still could not say anything to Anne. My mouth was dry with a mixture of excitement and total embarrassment. I could not believe that Anne was speaking to me like this and telling me about her used pussy.

"I felt Steve come inside my pussy this morning; I felt his warm sperm exploding deep inside me." Anne told me. "Is it turning you on me talking to you this?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied in a very quiet whisper.

"Good," Anne said. "He was making love to me doggy fashion and his cock felt really deep inside me. When he came I felt each warm spurt inside my pussy. He came so much and really filled me up."

"Oh," I moaned aloud thinking about Anne being fucked by her husband.

"My pussy is really wet and sticky now, what do you think it looks like?" Anne asked.

I didn't know what to say but was trying to imagine the sight of Anne's sticky, well fucked pussy with Steve's fresh sperm running out and soaking into her knickers.

"Have you actually tasted another mans come from a pussy?" Anne asked.

"No," I mumred as I embarrassingly shook my head.

"I bet you'd like to?" Anne said.

I nodded my head slowly back to her in reply.

As I watched Anne sitting in the armchair opposite me she placed her hand in her lap at the top of her expensive tweed skirt. She looked me directly in the eye as she pushed her hand slowly under the waist band of the skirt and moved it downwards. I watched the movement of her hand underneath the material of her dress and noticed the shape that her knuckles made as she bunched them up against the soft material. As she still held eye contact with me, with her hand obviously down her knickers, she let out a small moan as her fingers found her pussy. Anne then moved her hand in a circular motion for a few seconds, and then pulled it out slowly from underneath her skirt. She held two of her fingers up and I saw that they were very slimy and sticky. Anne got up from her chair and stepped forward to where I was sitting. "Would you like to taste my sticky fingers?" She said.

I nodded at her still incapable of speaking after what I had just seen. Anne held the two fingers that had just been deep in her pussy out towards me and I saw that they were very slimy. I could see that the top half of one of her fingers was covered in white globules of her husband's sticky sperm. Anne pushed her fingers towards my face and I opened my mouth and sucked them in. I tasted her musky pussy juices mixed with the salty bitter taste of the globule of her husband's sperm. I sucked her fingers clean and licked my lips appreciatively.

"Did that taste good?"

"Oh yes," I hastily replied.

Anne briskly moved away from me, "good, I'm glad that you enjoyed that. I think that you had better leave now."

I felt as if I had been dismissed by a school teacher and Anne's attitude had quickly changed to a distant and professional manner.

"I suggest that you leave and have a think about what has just happened. I would be grateful if you did not mention this to anyone else, and especially not to Caitlin."