les histoires de chrislebo

"Little bitches need to get fucked up , you know!"

I backed away only to bump into Lynne behind me, wearing a matching plastic cock.

"Oh I know sis, maybe even double fucked. Now bend over brother-in-law, like the good, little bitch you are!"

I didn't bend over but I allowed them to push me forward so I was on hands and knees and braced myself as my two evil sister-in-laws began positioning their dildos to simultaneously fuck both my arse and my mouth. I closed my eyes as they penetrated me, feeling that wide plastic shaft squeeze up my asshole and knowing it was Lynne pushing it a cruel blow to my physical and mental state. Then the other one ****** its way into my mouth and I was spit roasted between them. You would not believe the cackling that was going on from the four women as the watched or participated in this, sure ***** was involved but it was a lot more than that, this was their revenge on men, me and my family and how they were enjoying it.

It was really quite sore and awkward having two hard lengths of plastic rammed into me from both ends, especially with the depressing mental thought of how I now looked and that all the action was being video taped by my wife. They kept it up for at least five minutes before changing ends and leaving me faced with the unhappy prospect of taking a dildo that had just been buried up my ass, deep into my mouth. I gagged and spluttered and tried to prevent it but was helpless to these four bitches and in no time was taking it hard from both ends again. Their ****** was grabbing my head and ******* it further onto the dildo and spilling wine all over me while Denise was flittering about with the camera getting every shot imaginable and occasionally reaching under me to jerk my limp dick.

It almost came as a relief to me when the two men arrived back home, presumably having taken mum and Kelly home, almost, but not really it was just the next part of my nightmare. The four women demurred a little and left me to lie on the floor, almost sobbing, my ass and mouth sore and dressed in the most humiliatingly girly outfit imaginable at my ************ feet. My relationship with Denise's ****** had always been somewhat strained, long before my marriage had gone to hell, he never felt I was good enough for his little girl (and only now was I understanding how 'close' that ************** relationship had been), while I always resented his aloofness towards me. Then as he looked down at me mockingly he reached to his trousers and released a large, hard dick from his pants. I knew then that he would make me suck it.

"You are the most pathetic excuse for a man I have ever had the misfortune to come across. Look at you! Dressed like a little girl, my god how pathetic are you? Thankfully my Denise seems to have realised the error of her ways when it comes to you, so all that really remains is for me to show you exactly where your position is in this family from now on. Get on your knees bitch and get that damn mouth of yours ready because this isn't a plastic dildo like Barbara and Lynne used on you!"

Wheezing, stammering and shaking I hauled myself to my knees and knelt before him, my mouth wide open for him to use. I was defeated, whatever fight had completely gone, they had succeeded in crushing my spirit. I was now going to give a blow job to my ******-in-law while my wife and the rest of her family looked on.

But not immediately. First he hooked his heavy, hairy balls all the way out and stood right up to me to rest them humiliatingly on my nose, so that each ball slid down it and stopped on my eyes, his long cock stretching up the bridge of my nose and splitting my forehead. As he held it there his spoke down to me again.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll enjoy the taste, after all I haven't cleaned it at all since buggering your dear ****** up the arse when I dropped her off minutes ago!"

With that sick declaration her slid his cock and balls off my face and shoved nearly the whole length of his thick cock into my mouth. I didn't do anything to resist, letting him slide it in and out to his own desire. When he ordered me to use my tongue to caress every single millimetre of his slick dick I did as I was told. When he ordered me to push my tongue out and strain forwards to reach for his hanging balls, voluntarily gagging myself on him, I did so without reproach. And when he told me to pull his cock from my mouth and to jerk him off so that my face was sprayed with his cum (my eyes, my nose, hair and mouth thoroughly splattered) , his word was my command, leaving my kneeling before my wife and in-laws dressed like some kind of bizarre transvestite splattered in fresh cum.

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The next few minutes were a blur to me. I knelt there as the others started to tidy up, the party was evidently over but I didn't know what to do. Denise and her two sisters discussed what a total wimp I was and she took great delight informing them of my failings in bed. Then Denise, her brother and ****** got their coat and made to leave, almost dragging me with them. It was a cold night and in my tiny skirt and revealing top plus being freshly shorn of my body hair I really felt it as I was bundled into the back seat alongside Kevin. They had left the cum drying on my face and I so wanted to wipe it off but could not bring myself to either do it or ask to do it so I endured the car journey in her ******s car with my face hardening and Kevin reaching under my skirt to squeeze my balls at regular intervals trying to make me squeal.

We arrived at a house in a run down area of town, no where near where me and Denise lived and as the others got out so did I. They pushed me into the entrance way of a communal flat style building and I clacked in my heels up a couple of flights of stairs to where they rang the buzzer on a pretty beat up looking door. It was opened momentarily by Clinton, my wife's young, black lover and boy did he have a smirk when he saw the state I was in! We quickly moved into the flat and the heavy door closed behind us. It fell to my wife Denise to deliver the coup de grace as to me and my family's fate.

It was a long corridor and there were three closed doors in it, she pushed me up to the first one and made me look through the peephole, inside I saw my mum sucking a guy I had never seen before. Before I could react I was ushered along to the next to see Kelly taking it hard, doggy style in the next bedroom. In the final one I could see two, big, muscular black guys naked, *****ing and stroking their dicks in anticipation. Then Denise spoke.

"You see bitch, you and your fucking family are going to make us some money. We've decided to branch out, start a brothel, you know? And the whores? Well that slut of a ****** of yours can cater to the elder audience. Your cunt of a sister can cater to the younger, rougher elements. And you, dear husband can cater to the, shall we say, more 'specialist' elements of the clientele, their kinky sides. In you go!"

With that they opened the door and propelled me inside, dressed as a women, covered in sperm and my psyche shattered into ********** to the two guys waiting arms. They were just my first clients as I became my in-laws cross dressing whore and earned them a whole heap of money.

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My Wife Meets Her Lover

I had met Mike online through a chat site. We had talked a lot about my wife, I had shown him some of her nude pics and he loved them. Mike was a friendly guy and we got along even when we weren't talking about pussy, so when he said he'd be in town for a couple of days and asked if I wanted to catch up for a beer, I quickly agreed.

We met after I finished work at a bar and were happily ******** and laughing when my surprise for Mike walked in the door. I had invited my wife along.

My wife, Amy, is 5'7" with wavy brunette hair down past her shoulders and DD tits. She's got curves in all the right places and always looks amazing. Despite this she's pretty shy. It took a lot of work to get her to pose for some dirty photos and even then she deleted most of them before I could save them. Mike had seen a few of these pics but knew I was sharing them in secret, so didn't let on.

Amy brought over some more beers and sat down. I introduced Mike as a friend from the net who was in town for a couple of nights (no lie there). As I said, Mike's a nice guy, and soon all three of us were quite ***** and laughing our asses off at bad jokes like a group of old friends.

Mike clearly enjoyed Amy's company. During her first bathroom pitstop, he leaned over and said "She's a fine piece of ass, man. I'm doing everything I can to not get caught looking at her tits." After that I noticed that Mike really was flirting with Amy; touching her shoulders while laughing, holding her hand at one point while "making a point" and making suggestive jokes at her. And as Mike was sitting opposite me, with Amy to his left at the table, I could see every time he stole a glance down to her tits or over her whole body when she went to get ******. And then coming back from my first bathroom stop I found Mike's arm around Amy as he "mimed" a joke out. As they both laughed I noticed he had moved his leg to be pushed against hers. An "accidental" move, but one that stayed there.

It was close to midnight and we were all quite *****, so there was agreement that we should move on to another venue for one last ***** and then probably head home. As we got outside the bar Mike suggested his hotel was actually quite close and that he had a bottle of whiskey if we were interested in a nightcap there. I was keen and Amy never turns down a free ***** so we agreed. Mike was quite happy and grabbed Amy's hand to playfully lead her off and I happily followed.

We were a jolly bunch laughing, and stumbling, most of the way. I made sure to keep Amy beside Mike and never stand or walk between the two. It was a ten minute walk and I noticed Mike's hands "accidentally" bump Amy's ass or brush against her side and every time we crossed a road, he would jokingly hold her hand again to help her across, until near the hotel when we crossed the last road and he casually didn't let go, leading her (and me behind them) up to his room.

Mike was a fairly well-off businessman and his hotel room was pretty spacious. I sat down on the couch and Mike finally let Amy's hand go after she sat on the bed directly opposite me. Mike made a few jokes about his "house being a mess", though he wasn't kidding about the whiskey; it was a good one too.

Mike poured three glasses and came back over sitting next to Amy on the very spacious bed.

We drank and laughed and talked about all the stuff that's important when you're ***** (including talking about sex). I noticed that Mike had moved to be up against Amy on the bed. He was resting his arm on her leg and absent mindedly stroking her bare knee with his hand. From where I was sitting I could see straight up Amy's dress. She was wearing her new sexy black lingerie. She was also pushing her leg against Mike.

The conversation slowed and our words slurred. Mike's hand was on the inside of Amy's leg now and she was smiling dreamily.

I needed to pee, so I got up woozily, (it really was good whiskey) and made my way to the bathroom. I intentionally took my time and had a peek into Mike's things. What caught my eye was the opened box of XL condoms. I didn't even know they made them in bigger sizes.

I figured I'd let them flirt long enough. And that I could collect Amy and we could head home. She'd be horny after the whiskey (she always is after she *****s) and I could get laid then fall asleep. I wasn't expecting the scene that greeted me as I opened the door.

Amy and Mike were lying on the bed kissing. Amy had one leg draped over him and he had his hands under her dress pushing it up over her ass which he had a big handful of. As I watched I saw her pull him in with her leg and push her hips towards him, her other hand holding his broad shoulders. Both of them engrossed in kissing the other.

The bathroom was at the other end of the room so I wasn't interrupting them where I was. Despite all of Mike's moves, I hadn't expected this. Amy is incredibly shy with guys, even when ********. I was stunned. They weren't wondering where I had gone and neither showed signs of slowing down.

I didn't know what to do. My stomach was in knots and cock was already hard, despite all the *******.

Mike's hand was still on Amy's butt, her dress was pulled up and as I watched he slid his hand inside her underwear. Touching her skin, curling his fingers into her crack and pulling her into his crotch. Her hand had moved down from his shoulder and was now in his crotch. Her body was in the way, I couldn't see if she was already in his pants.

I heard her moan softly as Mike began kissing her neck. Even while ***** Amy moved his head after a while to stop her getting a hickey. He looked up and saw me for the first time. He winked and went back to his work. Amy's hand was moving back and forth now and I could hear her softly moaning as she enjoyed the feeling of Mike's cock.

Mike began moving, he rolled Amy onto her back, pushing her legs open with his as they moved. In the same movement he reached over and turned the main lights off, leaving only the glow of the side table lamps. Mike was lying between my wife's legs, kissing her and running his hands over her body. Amy was holding him in place with her legs.

I saw Mike move one hand over Amy's side and down between her legs. She kissed him hard and moaned again. Another man was finger fucking my wife and I was standing there watching it with a hard on. Of course this is exactly what I had wanted for years, and had been a big part of the conversations I had been having with Mike online. But I never knew he would seriously try it or that Amy, being so shy, would ever get this far.

Amy's soft moaning continued as Mike worked her clit and pussy with his hands. Amy stopped kissing him and whispered something I couldn't hear but Mike stopped and smiled. He kissed her and rolled off the bed, standing at the side facing me (the whole time I felt Mike was keeping Amy from facing me, in case seeing me stopped her fun). He started to unbutton his shirt; Amy swung around to sit on the edge of the bed facing him and worked on opening his pants. Mike had a good body, not overly muscular, but fit. Amy opened his pants, then paused briefly before pulling his underwear down and releasing his cock right in front of her face.

It was pretty big. Not a 10" monster or anything crazy but it was a lot bigger than mine (and I'm far from small). It was also circumcised, something Amy had never seen in real life before. Amy took it in her hand and began jerking it slowly. She ran her fingers of the head, feeling what it was like. She looked up at Mike and then put the head in her mouth.

Amy is great at giving head and loves doing it. She can deepthroat my cock with little effort and does amazing things with her tongue. Mike was clearly enjoying her tongue now. My wife had one hand near the base of his cock and was bobbing her head up and down over the head and most of his shaft. Mike knew about my wife's love of blowjobs from our chats, and had seen the pics of her blowing me, so he knew how much she enjoyed it. His hands held the back of her head as he guided my wife's mouth on his cock. Amy's other hand began massaging Mike's balls lightly (she was always worried about hurting them).

My wife knew what she was doing with his cock. Occasionally she would pull it out and lick from his balls up to the tip while looking up at him, which he seemed to like. She seemed fascinated by the head of his cock, as I said she had never seen a cut cock before (or one quite that big) in real life before. He hands kept running over it, followed by her tongue.

Mike reached down and pulled her dress up over her head. Then she stood up, swaying a little from the *****, and kissed him on the mouth, with her arms around his shoulders. Mike's hands were on her ass again, he put his thumbs into her underwear and slid them down, Amy wiggled her butt and soon they were on the ground. Mike fumbled with her bra and I had my first (and only) moment of pride as I have always been able to open any bra with a quick flick of one hand.

Finally he got it off and Amy's breasts pushed against his chest. She has big breasts and Mike was enjoying playing with them, sucking them into his mouth. That's when I heard my wife say: "Do you want to go inside me?"

Mike kissed her hard on the mouth, grabbed her ass, slid his hand down to her knee and pulled leg up beside him, so she was standing with one leg wrapped around him. My wife took his cock and flicked it between her legs, which meant suddenly I had a great view. His cock was shiny with her spit and her pussy was noticeably wet. As I watching Mike ran his cock up and down her slit while Amy moaned and again asked him to fuck her. Mike pushed his cock forwards and the tip finally rested on the entrance to her cunt. He moved slightly and her pussy lips moved aside, Amy purred by his ear. One big thrust and he would be completely inside her.

Instead he lifted the other leg so she was completely off the ground. Something that surprised both of us, as Amy yelped. He turned and slowly lay down on the bed with her underneath him. Amy wriggled underneath him, anxious to feel this big new cock inside her. "Put a condom on and go in" she pleaded. Amy wasn't on the pill so I even wore a condom when I fucked her, so I was glad she remembered. Mike reached over the bedside table and grabbed one that was sitting there. Had the sneaky bastard planned this? He got the condom on and resumed his position on top of my wife.

He pushed the head of his cock against Amy's wet pussy. She moaned and asked him to go slow. He did. As the head of his cock pushed inside her Amy let a small gasp of pleasure. In my hiding spot I had my hand on my cock and was rubbing it hard, this was what I had wanted for so long.

Mike put one hand over her shoulder and one by her hip and slowly slid the full length of his cock inside my wife. She arched her back when he finally bottomed out. Despite years of fucking Amy has a very tight cunt, I knew he'd be pushing against her cervix and filling her up completely.

Mike started a slow rhythm, drawing his cock halfway out and back in again, sometimes stopping and grinding against her clit. Amy looked like she was in heaven, moaning and moving with Mike as he fucked her. Mike was breathing heavy and grunting a little as he stroked his cock in and out of her cunt.

Mike put his hand under her knee and pushed Amy's leg up; she gave a sharp intake of breath as he slid deeper inside her. It also gave me a better view. I could just see her pussy lips wrapped around his cock in the dim light. Amy doesn't shave her pussy but keeps it trimmed; I could see her pubic hair matted with her juices and her now slick cunt taking his cock. I had my hand firmly on my cock stroking it. This was amazing to watch.

Suddenly Amy began making familiar noises; I always knew when my wife was about to cum. She always came quickly but it was always intense. I heard her sigh, then go quiet as she concentrated on the impending orgasm. As Mike continued at a faster pace, she started getting louder and louder again. It was too much for me and I felt my cock spasm in my hand. I quickly ducked back into the bathroom and shot my cum into the sink, at the same time I heard Amy screaming in rapture from the other room. Her orgasms were always very large and very loud.

With sudden clarity I realised I was almost trapped. It was far too late to confront them, and having just cum, I couldn't ask to join in if they were going to continue. I heard Mike talking and some movement from the bed. I poked my head out to see Mike slide his cock out of Amy's well-used cunt and her roll onto her stomach for him. She lifted her ass up in the air, keeping her head down on the pillow. Her ass is nice and round and I love to grab it, she also loves fucking from behind. Mike said something and Amy reached back with her hands and parted her ass cheeks, in all our years of fucking my wife had never offered herself to me like she was to this man. It was the most amazing sight I had seen.

Mike moved in behind her and rubbed his cock against her slit before pushing all the way in with a single stroke. Amy gasped and then moaned in pleasure. Mike started quickly and my wife got to feel the thing she loves most, balls slapping her clit. Her hands had moved down to the bed now to stop her being pushed to far forward by his thrusting and I could hear the slap of his body against her ass.

As ***** as I was and as amazing as this sight was, I realised that this was my best opportunity. The door was right beside the bathroom and I opened it quietly and snuck out. As I walked out I realised what I had done. I had left my wife fucking another man in a hotel room. I grabbed a cab, thinking that I would wait for her to come home and we would talk about what just happened, but the whiskey finally won and I fell a***** as soon as I hit the pillow.

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When I woke up the house was empty. I checked my phone. Apparently I had sent Amy a text message asking if she was ok and telling her to ring me if not. There was a reply from her at about 3am saying "Just got this, totally fine, Mike looking after me. Will ***** here. Love you!" My morning boner sprang up, despite my hangover.

I texted her again at about 9:30am saying "just checking in". I didn't get a reply until almost two hours later "Just woke up, gonna have breakfast with Mike." I replied that I was cool with that but she should text when she was coming home. She replied with "on my way home" now around 4pm.

All day I had been hungover, nervous and horny as hell thinking about my wife spending the day with another man. When I heard her key in the door I wandered down to see her, unsure about what her mood would be. She was happy but asked if she could shower before we talked. She still had the same clothes and make-up from last night.

When she finally joined me in the lounge, she looked back to her normal self in comfy clothes and her hair tied up. She asked if I was mad, I said no. She thought so; we had talked a lot in the past about her *****ing with another guy and how much I would love it. She apologised for ignoring me, and said she didn't even remember when I left. I lied a little and said I left while they were still making out. She blushed and said that she had had sex with Mike four times last night and once again after breakfast, which they had ordered in. She didn't even get dressed until just before she came home.

She asked how I felt about it. I said I was happy as long as she was having fun, and that I still loved her. She asked what I would think if she wanted to see him again. My hard on grew instantly and I said that as long as she always came home to me and loved me, that I would be fine with it. But that I would like her to be transparent about most things they did. I didn't them sneaking around behind my back, this was going to be an open thing, not an affair.

She smiled and we talked more about being safe and other trust-building things. Then she asked if she could see Mike again. I said that I loved the idea of her having another lover and that Mike seemed to be a nice guy. She agreed and said he had invited her out for dinner that night and asked if she could go. My cock was so hard and my stomach noted itself up as I said yes.

She asked if I was sure and I said yes again. As she got ready for her next date (despite only being home for an hour) she constantly asked if I was ok and sure that I wanted this. I kept reassuring that not only was I fine but that it turned me on. She also teased me and told me how she loved how Mike had sex with her. She especially liked how he used his tongue on her. She also mentioned the differences between our cocks, size, foreskin etc.

Finally she was ready, she kissed me goodbye, checked one last time that I was ok, and then jumped in the cab for her date. She was wearing sexier clothing than last night. Her see-through blue dress with a black slip underneath, she looked incredibly sexy.

I got take-out and watched TV wondering what might be going on. At 10pm I texted "You ok?" At 11:30 I received back "Don't wait up ;)" The smiley was a good sign as we had worked out beforehand that she would use ;) to indicate she was still happy and to indicate that I should come and get her. Seems a little crazy, but better safe than sorry.

I went to be with my laptop and jerked off to the dirty photos I had of Amy. I woke up alone again on Sunday.

My phone flashed to show I had message. There were two, the first had been sent around 3am and said check your email, the other said "Home tomorrow, love you ;)" I fired up the laptop and opened my email. There were two emails sent from Amy's phone. The first showed Amy and Mike at a restaurant in town. The second was of my wife, naked on Mike's bed, her legs spread, showing off a freshly fucked pussy. I jerked off furiously.

Amy came home not long after midday and again showered straight away. She said she had just seen Mike off at the airport. She didn't talk much about the night except to say they had fucked a few times, including her on top of him for the first time (she said she loved it). The photos had been her idea; she said Mike helped her pick which ones to send. I wondered later what had happened to the rest.

After showering she told me more and jerked me off as a thank you, she said she was too tired for more sex.

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The next time I talked to Mike online it was quite different. It was no longer fantasy; he had actually fucked my wife all weekend. His cock had been inside her more than mine had in the last two months. He talked about what a good fuck she was and remarked about how loud her orgasms were, saying her third on Saturday had him worried that someone might complain (I didn't tell him that I couldn't remember Amy ever having three orgasms with me in one night).

He asked if I liked the pics and I said I did. He said when she was on the bed; her tits were covered in his cum. I said the pic wasn't good enough to see that, which is when he sent me a close up. He had the other pics! He shared a few more with me in the conversation. I was incredibly turned on.

Mike finally asked if Amy could come and visit him up north. Again my stomach did twists and my cock was almost bursting. I said it was fine for a weekend (or a few days during the week) but that the decision was ultimately up to Amy.

The next day Amy came to me nervously and said Mike had been in touch, he wanted to fly her up for the weekend. I said he had asked me and that I was fine with it if she was. Just like before her date we talked for a long time about what we both thought and if we were both ok with the situation. In the end she decided to go. We were both so excited by the idea that we ran down to the bedroom and fucked.

When I went down on her I noticed she had trimmed, meaning she had done it for Mike before their date. She came quickly on my face, grinding hard against my mouth. I put on a condom and slid into her wet pussy. This was the first time I had fucked her since she met Mike. I slipped her knee over my shoulder and fucked her as deep and hard as I could. I reached under and grabbed her nice ass and shot my load as my fingers probed her anus.

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A few days later it was time for my wife's "holiday" with her lover. She was excited and nervous but also concerned about me and about how quickly this had all happened. I assured her again that I was fine and in fact loving being cuckolded. If had had concerns she was welcome to stop, but it didn't have to be for me.

We kissed one last time, hard, in the airport and then she was gone.

I received a few texts over the weekend (all with the ;) code in them). Mike apparently had an inner-city apartment and the two of them spent the weekend eating, ********, ******** in and fucking over and over again. I was going crazy with thoughts of what they were up to. Amy would later tell me they fucked on his balcony and that when they went dancing in a club Mike slipped his hands inside her underwear and finger-fucked her on the dance floor. After that she stopped wearing underwear on their dates.

While they were in his apartment they were pretty much naked. Mike had picked her up at the airport and they had embraced and kissed for minutes in the terminal. She said when they stopped a few people were smiling at them. Then in the car she couldn't keep her hands off him, going so far as to unbutton his trousers and hold his cock while he drove. As soon as they were inside his apartment they started fucking. They started standing with Mike holding her up then ended on the bed. She lost count of the orgasms she had that weekend, but said she made a lot of noise.

She told me about this while she showered on the Monday night (it was a Friday to Monday trip). Amy's sadly not much of a story teller, but it was clear that she had a lot of lust for Mike, and talked at length about his cock and how good it felt inside her. She said how thick he felt and joked that she must be a "lot looser now". I watched her soap up her body in shower as she told the stories and was so turned on, knowing that my wife's body had been pleasing another man all weekend.

Then I noticed her pussy was shaved. Not completely but just a strip of hair. Though I had asked, she had never shaved it for me, only kept it trimmed. Now she had an almost bald pussy for her new lover. A pang of jealousy ripped through me and my hard-on stiffened. After the shower Amy let me eat her out. I loved the feel of her new bald cunt and she came hard on my face. I went to get a condom to fuck her but she had already rolled over and started to snooze. My role was defined right then.

For the next two months all I did was eat Amy out and jerk off by myself. It was never made explicit but I was not allowed to fuck her again. Not even a blowjob.

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Amy and I were still very close and intimate. Anyone who didn't know about our sex lives would think nothing had changed. We still held hands and still kissed and touched a lot, just no sex. I knew Amy was keeping in touch with Mike, though she never told me. Sometimes I checked her phone and looked through her messages. They seemed to "sext" each other a lot, and I assumed there were emails as well.

Then one day she came to me and said that Mike was coming down again... and she wanted him to stay with us. I thought that was a great idea.

This is a fantasy I have about my wife, Amy. In the first part I introduced her to Mike, a guy I met online and had talked to about fucking my wife, though she didn't know that. I had hoped they would hit it off and after quite a few ****** they fucked (which I watched). She ended up spending most of the weekend with him and now, it seemed, they were lovers.

My dream come true, so to speak.

A while later he invited her to stay with him for a long weekend at his apartment in another city. Mike took her out and they fucked all weekend. At the same time she began doing things for him: not wearing underwear, shaving her pussy, and generally being sluttier than she had ever before. It was great for me, because I got to live out my fantasy and her sex drive had increased.

We were having a lot more sex these days, though Amy liked to tease me more now. Not letting me cum for a few days before finally relieving me. We both love oral sex, which she wanted a lot more these days, and our hands were always all over each other. Often she would have me go down on her, then after her orgasm she would roll over or get up and leave, before I could even get ready to fuck her. For a guy with a very high sex drive, this role was driving me crazy. And she knew it, in fact we talked about it openly. I knew she was teasing me and she knew I was loving the feeling of blue balls.

The day after Amy returned from her trip to Mike's house she told me that she would be going back on the pill after stopping almost a decade ago. She said mainly it was because she was having a lot of sex now and it would be easier for her than condoms (which I had been using for the last 10 years with her). I agreed that we didn't want to have any "accidents" and so going on the pill was a good idea. She smiled and kissed me.

It was so hot knowing my wife was another man's lover.

Amy and I were still very close and intimate. Anyone who didn't know about our sex lives would think nothing had changed. We still held hands and still kissed and touched a lot. I knew Amy was keeping in touch with Mike, though she never told me. Sometimes I checked her phone and looked through her messages. They seemed to "sext" each other a lot, and I assumed there were emails as well.

Then one day she came to me and said that Mike was coming down again... but instead of a hotel, she wanted him to stay with us. I thought that was a great idea and instantly volunteered to move into the spare room while he was here. My mind was racing with the thought of essentially submitting to another man in my own house.

It was a little over a week before he was going to arrive but Amy had the house spotless, she also brought in supplies to last us a month including a huge amount of *******. When I asked why so much, she replied that Mike was staying for a week and she wasn't sure how often they'd go out.

We didn't have sex at all that week, though Amy teased me and kept me hot. One night she told me not to ***** in the spare room (to get used to it). I heard her orgasming through the shared wall. This was driving me wild.

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The day finally arrived and Mike showed up at our house. My wife almost ran down to meet him and kissed him right there on the doorstep. I hadn't seen him since he had fucked Amy that first night they met; I forgot how similar we were in size (my brain had transformed him into a 6'6" Adonis). They kept kissing until Amy finally broke it off and led Mike quickly into our bedroom. He winked at me as they walked past.

I brought Mike's bags in and closed the front door. They didn't bother to shut the bedroom door because they had nothing to hide. I watched them roll around on the bed shedding clothes and making impatient noises. Amy finally ended up naked on top of Mike, her back to the door. She was sitting up holding her tits, and then she bent forward, kissed Mike slowly and reached back.

My wife grabbed his thick cock (still larger than mine) and slid it into her wet shaved pussy (something she had done for Mike). It was a sight to behold as she rubbed the head over her slippery pussy lips before pushing it inside her with a small gasp. She sat back up and impaled herself on his unprotected cock, shivering with delight as she did. She sat there for a bit just slightly wiggling her hips, enjoying the thickness and depth of cock that she hadn't had for a while now.

Mike grabbed her hips and she began moving for him. Grinding her pussy back and forth on his huge cock. She began grunting a little, she always made those noises when she was really turned on. Only a minute into fucking him and, even from where I stood, it was clear she was about to cum. Mike stopped her and grabbed her legs.

He pushed her knees up so she was squatting on his cock. That must've been a great view for him, with her pink clit pointing right at him. She began to move up and down on his shaft, grunting as she reached the bottom and his cock was completely inside her. I saw mike move his hand forward and start to rub my wife's clit as she rode him slow. She moaned as he touched her, already sounding like she was about to cum again.

I heard Mike say "fuck me like you did last time."

Amy nodded and began to move up and down hard on his cock. Really bouncing on it, slamming it into her cunt, each time with a very loud yell. Faster and faster she rode his cock until I saw him reach forward and grab her ass as he came. Groaning and pushing himself up inside her, pumping his cum into my wife's pussy. She moaned and sighed and lay on top of him.

They lay for a while enjoying each other's warmth. My hard on was rock solid. Then I saw Mike look up and see me. He whispered something to Amy, and she looked over. I was quite embarrassed but stayed where I was, looking sheepish. Mike whispered again and Amy smiled and said "I'd like that." She sat up again, Mike's softening cock still inside her, and called me over.

As I approached the bed, Amy rolled off Mike, keeping her legs closed.

"As a thank you, Amy and I would like to give you a gift" Mike said to me. He smiled, "but first you have to be naked." I stripped off faster than I ever have. I stood in front of my wife and her lover with my cock as hard as it had been in years.

Mike shocked me a little when reached out and ran his finger along it. He was a little rough, and flicked the tip down when he got to the end.

"Let me get a better look at it," he said as he moved to stand in front of me. His reached down and grabbed the shaft in his hand. "Not bad," he turned to Amy, "I can see why you fucked him for so many years... before trading up." Amy giggled as he said that last bit to my face.

"Still so hard with another man's hands on your cock? You must be horny as hell or a sissy. Heh, probably both." His hands had moved down to my balls and he squeezed them, though not too hard. "These seem full; you haven't touched him at all have you?" From the bed where she was lying, my wife nodded.

Mike turned back to me and started stroking my cock softly.

"Feels good to finally have someone touch it doesn't it? Even if that person just fucked your wife, in your own bed." He was right it did feel really good. Mike pulled my foreskin back a little and ran his finger over my piss slit, it's quite sensitive and I winced. Then he flicked his finger under the foreskin and ran it over the head of my cock.

"I think I want to own your cock," Mike said as I started to breathe heavily, "just like I own your wife. Do you want that too?" I nodded. "Good!" he said as he let my cock go, "Honey, open up for the sissy." This command was to Amy (I noticed how he called her Honey. My wife spread her legs revealing her well fucked bald pussy oozing Mike's cum.

"Eat her out."

I stood looking at the amazing sight for a second, then Amy said "C'mon Baby, make me cum." That's all I needed. I had never tasted another man's cum before, but as it flowed out my wife's pussy onto my tongue it was the best thing I have ever eaten. My tongue was deep inside her, lapping up the cum. Her pussy was quite open after his large cock so it came out easily.

Amy was moaning and holding my head. Mike stood beside me and watched me eat his cum.

"She's a great little slut, though she told me you two don't fuck much anymore." I glanced up at Amy but kept working. "She's got a great pussy, it was pretty tight at first, but you can probably feel it's a big looser since I started fucking her. And man, do I love to cum inside her! I remember the first time, it was amazing, and she came at the same time." I stopped, prompting an angry horny moan from Amy. Both of them pushed my head back down.

"Oh that's right, you didn't know. I stopped using condoms after that first night, when you jerked off in the bathroom. I've been cumming in your wife since the second day I met her." My cock began drooling pre-cum. "We must've fucked more than a dozen times the weekend when she came to visit me, and nearly every time I was filling her unprotected cunt up with my boys. You know, when I wasn't spraying it on her face. I love filthy sluts like her. They want a cock in them so bad they don't care if they get knocked up."

Amy was getting close to her orgasm, and frankly, so was I. Even without anything touching it, my cock was about to explode. The thought of Amy letting a stranger she had just met, cum inside her while I had worn condoms for years, turned me on more than anything. He truly did own my wife.

Mike moved onto the bed and softly slapped Amy's face with his cock. She opened her eyes and stuffed it into her mouth, letting out noises that made it clear she loved this more than anything. As Mike's cock grew harder and harder, Amy's moans got loader until she finally blew her top. It was the biggest orgasm I had seen her have, and the last of Mike's cum splattered onto my face with her juices.

I sat back onto the floor with my hard-on twitching. Amy looked incredibly happy and curled up to Mike, softly sucked the tip of his cock. He rested his hand on her ass and grabbed the cheek, slightly spreading it so I could glimpse her still quivering cunt and asshole. She purred.

Mike looked at me and said "Show's over. Bring us a couple of beers and then leave; we'll call if we need anything." I felt a little disappointed (I thought I might've been able to cum), but I did as Mike said. As I left, I heard him slap her ass and she giggled. I shut the door behind me.

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For the rest of the afternoon and evening all I heard over and over was muted talking then the unmistakable sounds of fucking. I brought them down food and ****** when they called for it (left just inside the door, where I could only get brief glimpses of skin) and tried to enjoy myself. I didn't see them for the rest of the day. Our bedroom has an ensuite so they didn't even have to come out of the room to piss.

I felt the "adventure" had turned a little against me. I lay on the (surprisingly comfortable) sofa bed in our spare room and listened to them fuck all night. Mike definitely possessed an enviable stamina; I had lost track of Amy's orgasms knowing on my best day I had given her three, where she close to ten today.

I got a very light *****.

It was early Saturday morning and I decided to get up and watch some porn, like I usually do. I also decided that I would brew the two "lovers" some coffee and leave it outside their door, which I did. Sitting in the lounge with my laptop and some images of large breasted women, I heard the door open downstairs and the coffee taken into the room. I then heard footsteps, it was Mike. He was completely naked as he walked up the stairs to where I was watching him. He sat down on the couch next to me with a smile. My cock was concealed beneath my bathrobe, while his sat on his thighs, still slightly slimy from last night's fun.

"Did you have fun last night?" he asked.

"Sort of," I replied. He seemed a little taken back by that.

"Oh, I hope you didn't mind us shutting you out for the night, we thought you'd prefer it. Listening rather than watching. It makes it worse in your imagination doesn't it? And this was almost exactly how you wanted it played out when we spoke online." I nodded softly, it was almost exactly like what we had talked about online.

"I think I just wanted to cum, mainly."

"Well maybe soon man, maybe soon," he laughed and slapped me lightly on my leg. "I can't keep up that pace for a week!" I smiled.

"Wow, I hope so. My balls are aching" and I grabbed them for emphasis. Mike smiled and glanced at the screen which still showed a smiling Gianna Michaels impaled on a thick black cock. He reached over and opened my robe, showing my half flaccid penis.

"Suck my cock," he said.

"What?!"

"Suck my cock," he repeated. "Suck it now and there's more of a chance I'll let you cum later." I hesitated. "If you don't I'm more likely to get Amy to do it for me, and she is great at sucking cock. Wouldn't you prefer to feel her soft lips wrapped around your cock than watch her blow me?" My hard on showed what answer I wanted to give to that.

I slid off the couch and kneeled before my wife's lover. I lifted his cock up, surprised by the weight.

"I'm still soft after last night so you'll need to get me hard too."

"I've never..."

"It'll come naturally for a guy like you, now open up"

I opened my mouth and bent down. Cradling his cock I licked it from his balls to the tip, it tasted like pussy and cum. Mike chuckled softly.

"Keep going"

I licked the length of his cock some more and felt it grow in my hands. I rolled my tongue over the head and tasted the sharpness that meant he had taken a piss this morning. I took the plunge and took the whole head in my mouth, doing my best to keep my teeth out of the way.

It was such an odd sensation having his cock in my mouth, but not unpleasant. Mike's cock grew and I tried to get a good rhythm going for him, but with little success. He finally withdrew and stood up.

"Maybe you aren't cut out to be a cock-sucker like your wife. Shame." He walked, with his cock still hard, back downstairs to the bedroom. But before he reached the stairs he turned back towards me with a look on his face that showed he was sincere.

"I lied to you; yesterday was the first time I had ever cum inside her. She really loves you man, and talks about you a lot. We'll bring you in for a few fucks soon, ok?" I nodded, slightly stunned, but happy.

Downstairs I heard the clink of coffee cups, talking, then fucking.

Pris au piège



Je suis hétéro, marié, bon père de famille. J'éprouve depuis longtemps du plaisir à porter des sous-vêtements féminins. Je le fais occasionnellement quand ma femme me laisse trop longtemps en manque de câlins.
Il y a huit mois, elle a du partir pour *** travail pendant deux semaines à l'autre bout du pays.
*** régulier coup de téléphone du soir ne m'a plus suffit dès le premier jeudi. Seul, j'en ai profité pour essayer quelques uns de ses sous-vêtements. Devant le miroir, je trouvais cela plutôt excitant. J'ai cherché une de ses paires de chaussures pour voir l'effet de marcher en me déhanchant, je me suis clairement fait rire en me voyant dans le miroir du couloir. Trébuchant, maladroit, j'étais parfaitement ridicule. Je me suis pris au jeu et j'ai essayé de m'appliquer à marcher sans hésitation sur des chaussures à petits talons de cinq centimètres.
Au bout d'une heure d'essai, je devenais crédible. J'ai essayé des sandales qui me serraient moins les pieds avec un talon de sept centimètres et après plusieurs allez retour dans le couloir, je commençais à avoir un déhanché qui m'a surpris. Je me suis dit qu'avec une robe ou une jupe l'effet serait presque celui des filles qui me font rêver chaque jour. Me voila donc parti pour chercher une jupe. Malheureusement ma femme fait du 38, pas de problème pour mes hanches, mais la taille ...
Après de multiples essayages, je trouve une jolie jupe droite qui m'arrive sept ou huit centimètres au dessus du genou et veut bien se fermer autour de ma taille. C'est une découverte, un plaisir de ce sentir entourer, serré par cette jupe qui en même temps laisse passer l'air entre mes jambes. Je ne comprends décidément pas les femmes qui mettent des pantalons.
Devant le miroir du couloir l'effet est saisissant. J'en suis très excité. Je décide de compléter ma tenue d'un chemisier et de mettre des bas opaques pour cacher ma pilosité.
Mon excitation va grandissante lorsque je me voie ainsi déguisé. Excepté la tête, j'ai l'allure d'une jeune femme. Je me rappelle où ma femme range une ou deux perruques qu'elle met de temps à autres quand la fantaisie lui prend.
Je me colle du rouge à lèvres et reviens devant le miroir. Je ne me reconnais pas. C'est à la fois perturbant et très excitant. Je saute sur le clavier de l'ordi pour aller sur des sites coquins que je fréquente de temps à autres. Je créé un pseudo au nom de sophie coquine en indiquant que je suis un homme qui cherche à être dominé et travesti et je colle la photo de la superbe jeune femme qui me faisait face dans le miroir. A peine mis en ligne, je reçois dix sept messages. Malheureusement dix sept hommes. Un plus intelligent que les autres engage un dialogue sur ce que j'éprouve. Nous conver***s longuement et il me propose de passer sur MSN. J'accepte émoustillé par la situation. Nous nous connectons et il me fait rougir par ses remarques et allusions. Je me prends au jeu. Il me propose de mettre la webcam en marche et là je me dis que je suis très peu reconnaissable, si je ne montre pas mon visage. J'accepte après avoir mis un coussin sur mon siège pour ne pas être dans le champ de la caméra.

La connexion s'établit et là sur l'écran en face de moi mon voisin de palier. Je reste cloué de stupeur. Sans voix. Terrorisé. Je tremble de tous mes membres et il s'en aperçoit. Il comprend instantanément l'origine de mon tremblement. Me dit de montrer mon visage. Je refuse et il éclate d'un grand éclat de rire. Je sais qui tu es petite lopette ta voix t'a trahie ainsi que le joli chemisier transparent de ta femme. Je suis tétanisé. Alors ta femme s'en va et en moins d'une semaine tu révèle ton penchant pour les hommes. *** rire accroît mes tremblements, je suis perdu. Je n'arrive plus à penser clairement pris en flagrant délit. Ecoutes me dit-il, si tu fais ce que je souhaite je n'en dirai rien à ton épouse. Dans le cas contraire, je lui raconte tout dès le jour de *** retour. Tu es d'accord ? je ne répond pas. Je réfléchis vite quel va être l'échappatoire à cette terrible erreur. Je lui dis en modifiant ma voix, je ne sais pas de quoi vous parlez, vous vous trompez nous ne nous connais***s pas. Mon cher voisin de palier me dit-il je vais te le prouver de suite.

Que veut-il dire ? Il disparait de *** écran et j'en profite pour modifier la position de la caméra. A ce moment j'entends une clé dans la serrure de la porte d'entrée. Pris de panique, je me lève pour tomber nez à nez avec mon voisin de palier.
Alors petite salope tu avais oublié que tu m'avais confié la clé de chez toi lors de vos dernières vacances. Et bien je crois que je vais les garder encore un moment, pour mes loisirs.

Allez ouste on va chez moi !
Et il me prend le poignet et me pousse devant lui.
Avant que je ne réagisse je suis sur le palier, il claque la porte, je suis à sa merci, seul lui a la clé de mon appartement.
Contre toute attente, il me pousse vers le haut de l'escalier en me disant de lui montrer comment une pétasse monte bien les escaliers en se déhanchant.
Je tremble, lui demande de me donner mes clés. Il rit. Si tu ne fais pas ce que je veux tout de suite, j'alerte tout le voisinage en gueulant et tes penchants de femelle seront dévoilés à tous.
*** ton monte. J'essaie maladroitement d'attraper la clé. Il me cueille d'une droite dans l'estomac. Je manque tomber, je tousse, j'ai les larmes aux yeux. Il me tord le bras et me pousse vers le haut de l'escalier. Je monte les premières marches.
J'entends un bruit et me retourne, il est en train de défaire sa ceinture et me dit « Trémousses toi ou gare ! » Je monte en me déhanchant de mon mieux, il me claque les fesses avec sa ceinture et me dit de m'appliquer sinon il va falloir rester dans l'escalier jusqu'au soir. Je blêmis en m'imaginant rencontrer tous les voisins un à un lors de leur rentrée du travail. Je m'applique et il semble content car j'entends des rires étouffés. Il me complimente, continue comme ça ma salope tu es vraiment doué. Arrivé en haut, il me dit de redescendre et de le faire avec application au moment de faire demi tour, je vois qu'il a filmé ma progression à l'aide de *** portable. Je redescends en m'appliquant et j'essaie d'engager le dialogue. Cela me vaut deux ou trois coups de ceinture et je comprends qu'il souhaite que je me taise. Nous arrivons à notre étage et je m'arrête. Mais il me dit de descendre jusqu'au rez de chaussée. Mon angoisse augmente pourvu que per***ne n'arrive maintenant. Au rez de chaussée, il me guide vers la cave et je ne peux rien faire que d'y entrer. Il me guide dans le labyrinthe et me dit ici on va être tranquille pour que tu puisses gueuler.

ça fait mal de se déboiter un genou .......


Ilavait rai*** ce vieux bougre quand il m'a dit :
- Toi aussi tu yreviendras, tout comme la femme du maire et la fille du pharmacien .........
C'est arrivé il y a trois semaines, un vendredi après midi jefaisais mon jogging, comme toutes les vendredis dans la petite forêtprés de notre domicile, je revenais vers la voiture c'est alors queje me suis tordue le genou ,un mal épouvantable !je me traine surune jambe, pas de portable pour prévenir quelqu'un ... il y a biencelui qu'on surnomme' l'homme de la forêt ou le fakir', sa mai***est juste là prés de la rivière je l'ai aperçus une ou deux fois ,delongs cheveux, une barbe qui va avec, sec , a la limite de lamaigreur , quand je dis sa mai*** ... c'est plus une cabane ,recouverte de tôles ondulées, tant pis je m'y traine
- Ohé ohéohé !il y a quelqu'un ??
Pas de réponse ....
- S'il vous plaitaidez-moi !
- Voilà ! Voilà, c'est toi qui gueule comme çà?
L'homme arrive de derrière le cabanon, presque nu tout mouilléavec seulement autour de la taille un genre de serviette, il a bienun corps de fakir ! A l'entre jambe une bosse énorme déforme letissu .... Si je n'avais pas mal au genou, je laisserais monimagination gamberger ......
- Je me baignais a la rivière ....je n'aipas entendu
- Excusez moi mais j'ai besoin d'aide je viens de metordre le genou et je n'ai pas mon téléphone
- Ha ! Bon dieu debonne femme... fait voir çà ? Ha oui, ta rotule est déboitéeapparemment
- Vous pouvez y faire quelque chose ??
- Bennn ..... Assied toi là
Il me montre une table rustique placée devant lamai***, j'obtempère
- Oui, mais ..... Je vais être obligé de couperton collant au dessus du genou .....
- Oh ! C'est vraimentindispensable ? j'ai payé çà une petite fortune !
- Ben alorsenlève le, mais décide toi vite il faut faire çà a chaud après c'estplus douloureux
Merde !merde !dessous je n'ai pas mis de petiteculote ......
- C'est que ....dessous je suis nue ....
- Et alors ! Labelle histoire ! À mon âge j'ai déjà vus des chattes !!Et j'espèreen voir encore beaucoup ! Aller allonge toi je vais t'aider àretirer ton froc !
Je souffre trop pour refuser *** aide aussi jele laisse me dépouiller, il me parle mais c'est ma chatte qu'ilregarde
- Bon, çà va faire mal tu va serrer les dents çà ne durequ'une seconde, toi on peu dire que t'es une vraie blonde, t'a lamême couleur en haut qu'en bas ! Écarte un peu plus n'ai paspeur......
Il passe ma jambe malade entre les siennes, je sens ***membre qui pend me toucher .....
- Attention, tu es prête ?
Etavant que je n'ai pus répondre, un claquement énorme, une douleurfulgurante, et je tombe dans les pommes !
Lentement je reviens àmoi, combien de temps cela a-t-il duré ? Je ne sais pas maistoujours est-il que je suis allongée, entièrement nue !et lui aussi! *** membre pendouille au dessus de ma figure à demi bandé noueuxcomme un saucis***
- Que c'est il passé ?? Je suis nue ?

- Ben oui, reste allongée sur la table tu es a bonne hauteur ...... récupère un peu, tu es restée un bon moment dans les pommes, alorspour que tu respire mieux j'ai enlevé tout çà !ton soutient gorgeest trop serré, entre parenthèses tu as de beaux nichons !c'est dunaturel bien ferme !.....
Ce salaud m'a pelotée ! Instinctivementje passe une main entre mes cuisses ......
- Tu peu vérifier ! Je net'ai pas baisée, si je l'avais fait tu le sentirais !'Çà', çà nepasse pas inaperçus !j'ai juste mis deux doigts pour voir !
Endisant cela il me montre sa queue qui commence à prendre duvolume
- Alors pourquoi este vous nu vous aussi ??
- Cà c'estparce que j'ai découpé dans ma serviette une bande pour ton genou,regarde, tu va garder çà bien serré jusqu'à demain ... ha, il y aautre chose ... sur ta rotule j'ai passé un onguent, c'est spécial, jefais çà moi-même avec de la mouille de femme et du sperme d'hommetout çà macéré avec une herbe qui ne pousse qu'ici, çà va mieux ?tusouffre toujours ?
- C'est vrai que j'ai plus mal, mais commentpuis je vous remercier ?
- Me remercier ? Hé bien tout simplementen me rendant un peu de ta mouille pour que j'aie toujours de mapotion d'avance
- Ça me parait un peu bizarre, mais bon, si vousvoulez demain je vous amène çà .....
- Ha non ! Il faut que jeprépare çà à chaud, alors si tu veux me rendre service faut que tumouille maintenant !
- Vous este marrant, je ne fais pas çà surcommande !
- Mais! Je peu t'aider ! Regarde mon zob il n'est pasbeau ?? Beaucoup m'ont dit que j'aurais du faire du porno avec unoutil pareil ! Même ma toubib un jour, je lui avais demandé si lesveines que j'ai sur la bitte c'était normal ! Alors elle m'a branlépour me mettre en état, je l'ai pourtant prévenue que je partais auquart de tour ! Ses cuisses se serraient, c'est comme çà que je luiai repeint les lunettes, j'ai bien faillit la baiser ce jour là !Déçue elle m'a demandé si çà ne m'intéressais pas de faire lesamphithéâtres pour que les étudiants étudient mon cas !je me voyaisbien baiser une petite étudiante sur le coin d'un bureau devant sescamarades !elle m'a dit que çà ne marchait pas comme çà !... bon tune mouille pas encore ?? Touche moi, met y les deux mains y'a de laplace, vingt huit centimètres !et tu peu soupeser ce qu'il y a endessous !
Effectivement de grosses veines apparaissent, çà roulesous mes doigts, je pense a ce que çà doit être de l'avoir dans lachatte .......ben voilà c'est partis, je mouille !

- OHHHH, oui faismoi du bien petite, tu es mariée ? Tu suce ton mari jusqu'au bout ?Suce moi, n'ai crainte elle est très propre
- Muuuuumm,muuuuuummmmm ........oui elle est bonne ........
- Attend, soulève tatête en arrière, tu va jouer l'avaleuse de sabre ! Tu va recevoirmon jus directement dans la gorge !respire par le nez si tu ne veuxpas étouffer !
Curieuse je me plie à *** exigence ; ses couillespendent au dessus de mon front, lentement sa bitte entre dans mabouche, j'ai un hoquet lorsqu'il atteint ma luette, je déglutie etme décontracte ....le gland pénètre ma gorge plus facilement que je nel'aurais crus, toutefois une pensée m'effleure ... si il jouit dans magorge ? Il fera comment pour fabriquer sa crème ?
- Attentionpoulette le vieux fakir va décharger ...... aaaahhhhhhhh ! Soit pasvexée mais c'est presque meilleur qu'une chatte !!
J'ai des hautsle cœur, une coulée énorme descend dans mon estomac, il daigne enfinretirer ce pieux, une dernière giclée pour ma langue .....
- Houa,c'est digne d'un numéro de cirque ! Je suis contente d'avoir réussi!mais pour votre crème ??
- Patience ! J'ai de la réserve !sinous faisions le mélange directement dans ta chatte ?? Qu'enpenses-tu ??
- Mais je suis mariée monsieur !
- Et alors lesautres aussi ***t mariées, c'est même avec la bénédiction de leursmaris qu'elles viennent se faire démonter !je peu te dire qu'ellesrepartent les jambes écartées !il est jaloux le tient ?
- Non enfait, je lui raconte tout !
- Il viendrait me casser la gueule?
- Non, il me baisera avec deux fois plus de vigueur !......
- Bon alors ....je peu mettre un doigt ? Tu mouille ?
- J'ai honte,mais oui je mouille ......va y baise moi j'ai envie de sentir cettequeue......tu va tout me mettre ? ?
- Non, pas la première fois, mai*** y arrivera tu verras... au bout de trois séances, maitenant posetes jambes sur mes épaules....Huuuummmm çà baille çà madame !
Jesens *** bout qui cherche l'entrée secrète, le gland fait sa place,j'aimerais bien voir, mais avec ma jambe raide çà limite lescontorsions !
- Tiens ! T'en voilà cinq centimètres !çà va, jevais ressortir, pour cinq de plus .... HAN ! HAN !ta gaine vaginaleest souple ton mari fait combien ??
- HAAAH ! HAAAH vingt deux ...pourquoi ?
- Ça se sent que tu es bien ramonée et régulièrement!!
Les bourrelets de sa bitte roulent sur mes zones sensibles,c'est fou ! J'essaye de m'enfoncer de moi-même plus loin sur cetronc rugueux
- Doucement petite çà vient .... Ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiii,Hooooooooo, avale ma purée .....
- Haaaaaaaa c'est chaud .... Maistu ne récupère pas ce qui sort de ma chatte ??
- Tu es assezblonde pour croire à ma potion magique ?? Ha ha ha ha !!!!!!!!!Jevais te bourrer comme tu ne l'a jamais étaie !!!!Accroche-toi, j'aijoui mais je ne vais pas débander de sitôt, tu va me supplierd'arrêter !!!!
- Salaud ! Sal Porc ! Oui ! Oui ! Oui défonce moi!!!!!
- Ton trou a bitte va être rouge salope !tu en a vingtquatre centimètres dans le ventre
Effectivement je pose ma maina hauteur de mon nombril une grosseur pointe a chaque poussées, duliquide chaud fuit littéralement de ma moule, il me semble que jepisse malgré moi, je ne suis plus qu'une femelle en jouissanceperpétuelle, jamais un mâle ne m'a secouée comme çà !il a rai*** jecrois que je vais jeter l'éponge si je veux avoir la ***** derentrer a la mai***
- Dépêche-toi de te vider les couilles, jen'en peux plus .......tu m'a ruinée la chatte !!Arrête arrête !!
- OK! Voilà une autre ration ! Puuuttaaiiinnn !!!!! Je sui vidé pouraujourd'hui !aller ramasse tes fringues, et a très bientôt, t'es unebonne chaudasse comme les deux autres !!!
Je suis revenue à lavoiture en boitant un peu mais aussi les jambes écartées car j'avaisla moule en feu ......
Voilà comment çà c'est passé il y a troissemaines ..... Et là avant de descendre de voiture sur le parking dela forêt pour me rendre chez lui, je viens de quitter mes sousvêtements .......j'ai hâte de me faire ouvrir la chatte par ce mandrinextraordinaire, je veux sentir ses couilles sur mes fesses atoutprix.......

fanny chienne de famille



On roulaient depuis 4 heures déjà, en route avec notre camping car, en vacance au bord de la mer! A 45 ans, j'avais avec moi mon fils pierre de 20 ans assis à coté de moi et ma fille fanny de 21 ans qui se prélassait tranquillement, allongée sur le lit au fond du camping car!!
Je commençais à en avoir assez de conduire et j'avais surtout une trique d'enfer!!

-pierre, remplaces moi il faut que j'aille me soulager!!!

Il ricana et dans une manœuvre dangereuse, prit ma place au volant!

Je me dirigeais vers l'arrière du camping car, pour aller jusqu'au lit ou était tranquillement allongée fanny:

— coucou ma chérie, tu dors?
— non j'essaie de faire passer le temps, mais c'est mieux de le faire allongé!!
— j'aurais peut être quelque chose à te proposer si tu t'ennuies, allez vient donc faire une pipe à ton père!!
— hmm! si tu veux!

je baissais alors mon short, debout à coté du lit et libérais mon sexe, déjà bien bandé devant le magnifique corps de ma fille: brune, cheveux lisse mi long, des yeux vert.., une peau matte, des jambes magnifique, une poitrine généreuse, une bouche pulpeuse, un visage d'ange.... Elle aurait pu réveiller un mort!!

Elle sourit, s'allongea sur le coté, je passais ma main gauche derrière sa tète pour l'attirer vers moi pendant que ma droite dirigeait ma bitte dans sa bouche!! Je ne pus retenir un grand soupir d'extase quand je me sentis pénétrer sa bouche chaude et humide. Fanny ne perdit pas une minute pour commencer à me pomper d'abord lentement, pour me laisser le temps d'apprécier la douceur de sa langue sur mon gland et le contact de ses lèvres sur ma verge. Puis en accélérant le rythme de ses va et vient avec sa tête, pour me donner plus de plaisir rapidement! C'était une pro! je ne pus m'empêcher, tenant toujours sa tête, de me mettre moi-même à lui limer la bouche!!

-putain pierre.. ta sœur suce trop bien!!
-on le sait depuis le temps non? me répondit-il en rigolant!!

Je baissais le regard vers elle, cette petite salope me regardait avec un air de vicieuse!! une bitte dans sa magnifique bouche, elle était sublime. Me sentant sur le point d'exploser, je préférais retirer ma queue de sa bouche, un fil de bave relia mon gland à ses lèvres, elle s'essuya la bouche du revers de la main!

-Déjà fini papa?
— je sais que t'aurais aimé que je gicle dans ta bouche, mais j'ai d'autre projet!!!

Je grimpais rapidement sur le lit et l'allongeais sur le dos, avant de lui ouvrir les jambes. Je lui défis ensuite les boutons de sa chemise trop grande pour elle, unique vêtement qu'elle portait!
Lui laissant sa chemise, mais ouverte pour admirer ses sein et *** ventre, je la saisis par les cuisses et l'attira vers moi! elle glissa alors sur le lit jambe écartée vers moi qui la tirait plus prêt, sans broncher, ***t regard de salope rivé sur moi, pendant que j'admirais ses seins qui bougeaient sous le mouvement. Je les massais puis me penchais sur elle pour les lui lécher et manger. je pris mon sexe de la main gauche pendant que la droite caressait cette généreuse paire de seins, et posais ma bitte à l'entrée de sa chatte toute mouillée. Je me mis à m'enfoncer lentement en elle, elle pencha la tète en arrière, ouvrit la bouche et gémit. Une fois enfoncé au max dans cette chatte étroite, humide et chaude, je me mis à la limer d'abord lentement puis en accélérant le rythme de plus en plus!! elle se mit à gémir, et pousser des cris sous mes coups de reins!! je finis par m'allonger sur elle et fanny en profita pour refermer ses jambes autour de ma taille

-ouii hmmm haha ma salope!!! t'es trop bonne!!!!
-hahahahah papa, ouii c'est bonn encore!!!! haha pluussss forttt
— t'es qu'une salle chienne ma fille , t'es bonne qu'a te faire baiser salope!!!
-hmm ouiiiiii! je suis ta chienne!!!!

Bien entendu je ne le pensais pas, j'adorais ma fille, mais dans le feu de l'action se genre d'échange nous excitait!!!

Je lui défonçais la chatte à grand coups de boutoir, le lit grinçait de plus en plus fort!!! et je me sentais sur le point d'exploser, je me retirais d'elle, me redressais, pris sa tète à deux mains et enfonçai ma bitte pleine de mouille dans sa bouche.. Pour finir par exploser dedans!! je continuais de limer un peu, le temps de tout sortir pendant que fanny avalait le sperme qui s'offrait à elle!!

Une foi qu'elle eut fini de nettoyer ma queue, je me retirais de sa bouche et frottais mon gland sur *** visage, pour être sur qu'il soit propre!! elle me sourit.

— merci ma chérie , t'es un ange!!
— de rien papa j'adore quand tu viens me baiser.
— papa, cria pierre, viens prendre le volant, à mon tour de sauter ma sœur!!!

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Two Vietnamese Boys Dominate Me


There was something in the young Vietnamese man's eyes, a strength of will, and knowledge of his power over me. Yes, I know it wasn't logical. It is not as if I were a weakling or a waif. We were about evenly matched in height and I'm sure my own 155 pounds exceeded his by 20. But still, he intuitively knew what I needed and what I lacked.

I was young though and naïve. A 25-year-old recent college graduate, I was in my first job in a larger city living in a small, two-bedroom apartment I shared with another recent college graduate. I knew I liked guys, but had never had the courage to do anything about it while in high school or college. I think I had been kissed once by a girl—yep, she initiated it—but never by a guy. Boy, was that about to change.

Sarah, who worked in my office, spoke about the hot man who had been her massage *********. Apparently he was young, only about 20, but his parents had set him up in his own business so that he could work part-time while going to the local university. He had developed a decent clientele, many referred to him by Sarah. While she was too snobby to date an oriental, she waxed eloquently about his strong hands and beautiful eyes. I had to admit, he sounded awfully dreamy to me.

I successfully ignored her comments and the joking among the women who worked in my office until I twisted my ankle while jogging one Saturday. I iced it and wore an ace bandage but the pain seemed to linger into the next week. Hearing of my plight, Sarah insisted that I try Huan. I tried to put it off saying I was uncomfortable having a man massage me. Sarah replied saying, "it's not like he's gay or would be interested in you! Matt, it's not about sex, it's about getting the help you need so that you can put weight again on that sprained ankle."

I knew she was right, but the fear of finding the young Vietnamese masseur attractive and of even popping a boner while under his ministrations scared the hell out of me. Needing some relief from the pain, I convinced myself that it had nothing to do with sex. "Matt, it's just a massage and nothing else! Get over yourself," I kept telling myself. So, I made an appointment that evening with Huan.

I arrived at his studio just in time for my 8:00 p.m. appointment. There was a little waiting room, a simple bathroom with shower and the room with Huan's massage bench, the typical padded massage table with the donut-like opening for the client to lie face down on.

Huan was waiting for me wearing athletic shorts that showed off his remarkably sculpted and moderately hairy legs—almost as if he were Latino. Of course, his skin had a beautiful almond hue. His eyes were just as Sarah described, his hair, thick and black and his handshake strong and firm.

I had worn a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, which Huan told me to remove along with my running shoes and socks. I had thought Huan would focus solely on my ankle, but after a brief in-take interview, he insisted on providing a full-body massage with extra focus on my sore ankle.

He told me to lie, face down on the pillow and then got started. His touch was amazing and firm. I had never been touched by another man and even though it was a totally legitimate massage, my mind began to roam wishing that it were more. After working out the kinks in my shoulders and upper back, Huan worked on my feet than my legs. As he moved his hands up, I, without thinking, spread my legs further to give him free-range access to my inner thighs.

Huan must have known what I needed when he politely suggested I remove my briefs so that he could more effectively massage my lower back. I had a partial erection by that point and didn't want him to see it. I don't know why, but I never thought to refuse him. Instead, I got up on all fours and allowed him to pull my underwear off before lying flat on the table again so he could pull them off my feet.

Huan's touch was amazing. He worked on my hips and then began an intent massage of my ass. I should have known something was different when he started to slap one side and then the other massaging each bun with firmness I never thought possible. It felt amazing. He had my legs spread wide enough for him to climb on the table and get between them. After working me over for a while, he got off the table and went around the front near my head. In my relaxed state I heard Huan's voice say, "Matt, you have an incredible ass, it's so fleshy yet firm, better than any woman I've had on this table."

I didn't know what to think when I heard this. Should I feel proud as if he were complementing me or insulted because he was comparing my ass to those of his various female clients but not to that of other men? The next thing I knew, Huan was telling me to turn over. I felt humiliated, as I knew he'd see my erection now totally uncovered and exposed.

I was soon on my back gazing up at the sexy Vietnamese stud looking down on me. Huan said, "don't worry, Matt, all the women get hot when I touch them, but you are the first guy who's reacted this way. I guess you must have liked my hands on your butt!"

My face was definitely flushed; I didn't know what to say so I just nodded my head making Huan laugh. My dick, though, was as hard as it ever had been adding to my ***********. Huan then commented, "I thought white guys dicks were supposed to be superior to us Asians but it looks as if this Vietnamese guy has you beat!"

I had to admit that I was less than the six inches that is supposed to be average isn't it? In reality, I was more like five and a half inches and a little under five thick. Of course, I had looked around in the showers and knew there were some hung men out there but I had never seen a Vietnamese before. Still, I hadn't thought I was all that inadequate but then again, I had never used my dick on another before.

While I was absorbing his words and pondering all that was going on, Huan began massaging my chest squeezing my breasts and then pinching my nipples. Each time my dick, which remained untouched, seemed to jerk. "Wow, Matt, your nipples sure are hard and directly wired to your dick. You seem to be sexually wired just like a woman!" Huan was chuckling and I felt ashamed. "Have you ever fucked a woman before?" Huan asked. When I nodded, no, Huan then asked, "Why not, Matt, is it because you are gay?"

Flushed and humiliated I finally found my voice and said, "No, I've been saving myself for marriage!"

At this, Huan laughed aloud and said, "Matt, I may only be 20, but I know a gay boy when I see one and believe me, you are it. I can tell already that you'll never be a fucker, no Matt, I bet you could never sexually please a woman with that dick of yours. Your tongue looks pretty long. Perhaps with training you could learn to make love to a pussy that way. But there's no way, Matt, you could ever fuck a woman to orgasm. Instead, I can tell you were made to serve men like me. Just look at your dick—it's hard and neither of us has touched it. It's hard simply because I massaged your ass and played with your breasts like I do with my girlfriend's. Matt, let me be the first to tell you, your body is wired like a woman's and so you should be treated like one!"

My mind was reeling. Huan had never raised his voice with me but it seemed to bellow. I was afraid the guy in the waiting room might hear. And yet I knew he was right.

Then Huan went on and asked, "Have you ever seen a real man, Matt? Have you ever seen a real man's dick, one large enough to satisfy a woman? Here was this Vietnamese guy, five years younger than I, mocking me with his statements and questions. I guess if I had been a real man, I would have jumped off that table and smashed him but I was mentally immobilized, frozen, unable to react as I ought to have.

"Matt," Huan said, "Unlike you, I'm not gay, but as this is your first time, I feel as if I should help you understand yourself." He pulled his shorts and underwear off, placed them in a corner and then came around and pulled me forward so that my head was lying slightly off the table. He leaned over me with his pungent balls resting over my nose. "Breathe in the scent of a real man, Matt," Huan said. "Smell my potency!"

It was absolutely intoxicating. I did what came naturally and licked his balls making Huan moan. "Make me hard, Matt, as you smell the dick that will soon be your Master." What was he talking about, "My Master?" I fleetingly thought, as my tongue did as he ordered.

He moved briefly and I was able to look up his taut, firm abs into his resolute eyes looking down on me with the tip of his dick hanging almost menacingly between my eyes. My will was broken and when I opened my mouth, he placed the tip of his now turgid cock in it. I was in heaven. Sucking on the surprisingly thick head made my own head spin. Seeing my obvious pleasure and hearing my moans, Huan took charge once again telling me to get on my knees on the floor before him as he sat lewdly on a swivel stool. Psychologically, he knew the power of posture and clearly sought to reinforce his control over me.

My own cock was dripping as I got off the bench and dropped to my knees. Huan said, "look up at me Matt, look at your Master and show his cock how much you respect him and are thankful for his helping you to understand your position in life."

Before I could think or resist, he grabbed the back of my head with his strong hands and pulled me forward onto that almost seven-inch long spear--so much for those Asian generalities. I gagged as he rammed his cock down my throat. "Don't worry, Matt, you're a natural. I want to help you and I'll train you to service cock well. Just take your time. You're paying for it anyway," he laughed. He then said, "You know instinctively what a man wants and what his cock needs."

It seemed like I sucked him for hours and I was sure the guy outside the door must have heard the slurping sounds and gagging noises I was making. As I gripped Huan's hard ass and sucked him as deeply into my throat as I could, he held me head in place. I was overwhelmed with the sensations of smell, feel and taste. My nose was deep in his pubes when he powerfully shot his baby makers into my mouth sending them straight into my stomach.

I came, at the same time, ************* on his carpeted floor. At this, Huan laughed and said, "See, Matt, I was so right about you and now you've proved it, you came by sucking me off, on your knees without any physical stimulation. You are sooo gay for me. Now my sperm is deep in you making you mine!" With that he pushed me off his now sensitive cock and said, "Clean up your mess, Matt.....lick up your cum. I don't want my next client, a real man, to have to step in the mess you made." I know I should have felt revulsion but I simply did as he ordered noting the difference in taste between him and me. His pungent baby makers were intoxicating; mine seemed weak, bland by comparison.

I stood up, feeling a sense of dread now that I had cum. I had sucked off another man, a straight guy younger and smaller than myself. As he put his clothes back on and washed his hands he said, "Matt, it's well after 9:00 p.m., and I have a client waiting. You can pay me an extra $25 for my helping you. I expect you to be here on Friday for further training. You can be my last client, I'll see you at 9:00 p.m. and don't even think of coming up with an excuse. What would Sarah think if I had to call her? Don't worry, I know what you need," he said as he laughingly groped his cock and balls.

By this time, I was clothed. What could I say? Instead, I hurriedly opened my wallet to give him his fee. I looked down and my sweatpants had a wet mark showing my still aroused state. I untucked my shirt as he laughed and opened the door hoping whoever was out there wouldn't see nor recognize me. I felt so humiliated yet more turned on than ever as I fled by another hot stud with a knowing look on my way to my car.

I had forgotten all about my sprained ankle by the time I got home. Either it no longer hurt or all the other feelings and fears I had made it go away. My roommate was watching TV and thankfully didn't pay too much attention to me as I walked by him on the way to my room. He seemed to sniff and I'm sure I smelled of sex, but thankfully, Alex just kept his eyes focused on the basketball game he had been watching.

Once I got to the safety of my room, I took a hot shower and jerked off twice before I could get to *****, my balls now totally drained and my dick sore from the over attention it had so recently received. The agony in my mind worked itself to the surface in my dreams. I could hear his laugh and replayed those words, "your Master's dick" repeatedly all night long.

I was a wreck the next day when Sarah asked how my appointment went. What could I say, "I sucked off the little Vietnamese guy, Sarah? He's a real stud, Sarah! What a man, Sarah!?" Instead, I simply told her that I hadn't slept well but that my ankle seemed better which got her at least temporarily off my case.

Meanwhile, my eyes began to roam around the office. I had been hired along with about five other recent College grads and I began to size them up, glancing surreptitiously at their crotches wondering what they were like in the dick department. Where they only "slightly" average like me? Did they suck cock too? Looking at the relatively cocky guys with their rather macho attitudes made me think not. Maybe I was different like Huan had said. I was going crazy.

The bravado of a few of the guys at lunch reminded me of Huan and I had to flee to the bathroom and jerk off in a stall. Although far from quiet, I never was great at sports and certainly never had their cocky, macho confidence. More than ever before, I couldn't wait until 5:00 p.m. when I could get the hell out of there!

That night and the next one were the same. I started to surf the internet a bit more intentionally reading stories on Nifty and Literotica. One entitled, "The Prick" really got me hot, especially when the younger brother and his friends dominated the older brother. When I got to the chapter where his little brother fucked him nightly I was beside myself.....and this was before seeing Huan again. Then I found another one entitled "Dominated by Doug." Was this my destiny? Was I intended to be beneath another man rather than on top of a woman?

I was so worked up on Friday morning that I felt ill. "It is just a stage," I kept telling myself; yet knowing all the while I was simply deluding myself. By the time 9:00 p.m. arrived, I was a wreck. Still, I was waiting in that room while Huan finished with a client, having lacked the courage or ability to cancel. His client walked by me on his way out....a beautiful woman with a smile on her face. She was obviously satisfied. Huan had a sneer on his face as he greeted me. "Hey Matt, how's it hanging?" he laughed. "Oops, I guess that was a cruel question given your rather small equipment," he continued. All I could do was look down. Most Caucasians view Asians, especially Filipinos, as wimps, lady boys or natural bottoms. Yet with Huan, the world was upside down. It was this Caucasian that was the wimp, maybe the lady boy, but as Huan had pointed out, most likely a natural bottom. How soon, I'd realize that to be true.

"I'm glad you made your appointment with me," Huan stated, "especially since Sarah from your office was so concerned about your welfare. I assured her that I was teaching you to stretch a bit and was loosening you up as much as possible," he said with mirth. Yep, Huan's speech was filled with double entendres, but every one of them was true. Huan told me to "loose the clothes since they'll only get in our way."

As I stood there naked before him, my cock already on the rise, he simply pushed me to my knees. "When you are around me in private, it's important that you remember your proper position," he stated. "I expect you to lose your clothes immediately and be on your knees when we're together. And just to remind you who's the man here, I bought you a present—some beautiful lady boy panties to wear under those jeans. Since you are the "girl" here, you might as well begin to understand and live the part."

Huan may have only been 20, but he had the knowledge of a PhD in human psychology and sexuality as he moved quickly to reinforce his mental control over me. I was speechless but my dick said all that was necessary as it sprang to action when he placed the panties in my hand.

Again, I was humiliated but couldn't bring myself to stand up, face him down and be a man. Instead, I simply held them and looked down at the floor in shame. Huan told me to look up. His eyes looked right through me. They seemed to know all of my deepest secrets and desires and I had a sense that soon, I'd realize even more.

Huan then said, "Matt, everything that you do, must be done respectfully or I'll immediately stop your training. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Huan," I replied. With that, he slapped me. It wasn't that he hit me all that hard, but I was stunned not understanding what I had done wrong.

"Matt," Huan said, "when you are before me on your knees, your posture demonstrates your inferiority. Therefore, I expect you to naturally address me as Sir or Master.....first names are reserved for friends, not gay bottom boys like you! Am I making myself clear?"

"Yes, Hu...I mean, Sir!" I replied.

"Good, Matt, you're a quick learner. I have high hopes for you." Huan or Sir adeptly used praise to reinforce his lesson....posture and verbal subservience were now expected. My relationship was lopsided but I couldn't deny that I craved his attention. It seemed so natural to me.

Huan then said, "tonight, I want to start off where we ended earlier this week. I want you to take out my dick and begin sucking on it."

I did as Huan asked and immediately noticed a rubbery taste and figured out why his previous client had such a satisfied look on her face when she left. Yeah, Huan had made her happy too. Noticing my reaction, Huan said, "Don't worry, I knew you needed my sperm more than she did. Yep, you need a man's sperm inside you and I know you want mine. Natural born cocksuckers like you have a hormonal deficiency only made up by ingesting real men's sperm." It was probably bullshit, but by that point, his hard cock was deep in my throat and I could only moan my agreement.

Huan then said, "I'm going to pull back a little bit so you can taste my pre-cum. The taste will vary depending on what I eat but I want you to get used to it so you can recognize how much you crave a real man."

At this point, his words alone had me on the edge. I hadn't even touched myself but I felt as if I could cum at any second. Sensing this, Huan pushed me off his rock-hard cock and onto my back on the floor.

"Obviously, Mattie, you are enjoying this. There's no doubt at all that you now know what your true position is in life. Tell me how much you appreciate my help in aiding your self-understanding," he said.

I was beside myself as I looked up at him. I craved his dick and felt a yearning for his masculine sperm as if ingesting it would make me a man. He had taken off his shirt and now stood there looking down on me as if he were a Roman conqueror and I, a mere slave.

"Mattie, tonight I want to help you understand in even a deeper way, what marks you as a sexual being. You see, I know just by your behavior so far, that you have a driving need to be fucked. Now, as you saw, I'm not gay myself, but I'm willing to help you because I can tell how much you need me, how much you crave my masculine dick and need my guidance to become your true self. So tonight I'm going to do what I promised Sarah, I'm going to start loosening you up. So get up on the massage table and quit my wasting time."

Even though I heard what he was saying, I was confused. I "needed to be fucked!" he had said. Deep down though, I knew he was right. Yet, it didn't quite compute. This wasn't a hulking body builder but a compact Asian dude with an attitude, a guy who knew who he was and he was clearly used to being on top of things and that included me.

"Look, Mattie, I know you are confused which is why you need my help. I'm only doing this as a favor for you, believe me. Now lie back and place your legs on my shoulders so I can stretch you."

Damn did it hurt. He leaned on me and I felt as if my body would rip in two. My hamstrings were beyond tight. It took forever, but eventually I felt like a pretzel, bent in two, as usual looking up into his intensely dominating, black eyes.

"How does it feel, Mattie, to have my weight on you like this?" he asked. All I could mouth as the pain subsided was that it "felt natural."

"Now, Mattie, I want you to hold your own legs while I get something else to help you," he said before jumping down off of me and the table. He came back with baby oil and a towel that he placed under my ass. "I don't want to mess up my equipment," he said. "Now that I've stretched your hamstrings, I'm going to start the process of stretching your ass."

As I held my legs back, Huan lubed his slim index finger and started rubbing around my asshole. It felt incredible. I was amazed at all the sensations from his first finger alone. "Mattie, would a real man let a small dude like me finger his ass?" Huan asked, laughing as he jabbed his finger deep into my ass. Adding a second finger he said, "just think how much you need me, Mattie, how much you crave my strong Vietnamese cock and want my homemade Asian cum! Here you are, on your back, with my fingers deep in your pussy moaning like the bitch in heat your are!"

Just his words alone were pushing me over a mental precipice. Each time he shoved his fingers deeper and twisted them it was as if he was confirming what we both now knew to be true. I was feeling awfully close and was about to finish myself off when Huan slapped my hands away saying, "Don't you dare touch yourself without permission! Do you understand! You will come when and how I say or you will never be permitted to see me again!"

By this point, I was in a state of mental and physical agony, desperate to cum and equally desperate to please Huan so I responded as I had been trained by saying, "Yes, Sir!" "Good Boy," he replied. "Don't worry, you'll get what you need real soon!"

At this very moment, I was startled out of my mind when there was a loud knock on the door. In my lustful state, I hadn't heard anyone enter the waiting room and had thought I was Huan's last appointment. Realizing I was seconds from jumping up, Huan with his fingers deep in my ass said, "Stay where you are, Boy, until I give you permission to move!" And then he said, "Tan, come on in, you're right on time!"

Tan? who is Tan I wondered. Tan was a younger version of Huan—indeed, he was Huan's barely 18 year old brother. The lithe Vietnamese stud looked like he'd never shaved confirming my fears. He had a ********** grin on his face as he surveyed the scene in front of him.

"Huan, I'd never have believed it without seeing this with my own eyes! So, you've got a fagboy on your hands, just like you said, needing to be fucked."

Huan laughed and said, "Yep, Tan, and guess what, he's a virgin just ripe for the taking. He's a natural cocksucker and given the way he loves my fingers up his ass, I'm certain he's a natural bottom boy too! However, I think we need to take care of some grooming issues before we can help him further. Tan, get a basin of hot water, shaving cream and my razor from the bathroom, please, because we need to clean this boy up!" Huan said. "If you are going to be our bottom boy, you've got to be smooth. We need to get rid of most of your hair. Don't worry, I'll only trim your pubes in case anyone else were to see you. Still, the difference between us will be noticeable."

With that, my fate was sealed. The two Vietnamese studs made quick work shaving the hair on my ass and trimming much of the rest. I never had an abundance of body hair before but now looked much younger than my 25 years. It was both humiliating and a turn-on.

Huan then explained how things would be. "You see, Mattie, my little stud brother here needs a fuck outlet and you need to be fucked. I promised Mom and Dad I wouldn't let him screw around with the women who come here since he's barely 18, but I never promised them I wouldn't let him fuck a gay boy like you. Your pert ass is now smooth like any woman's and you are begging for it by your sexual response more than any female client I've ever had. I've trained you how to please a man orally, but I'm going to let my brother, Tan, take your virginity and teach you how to please a man with your pussy. I expect you to do as he says, or believe me, you will be sorry! Think of him as my substitute and your sexual master. Don't worry, unlike you, he's fully experienced and like me, he's fully equipped and straight!"

I was aghast. It was one thing to grovel and beg for Huan's hot cock but now I'm supposed to do the same for an 18-year old kid?

While I was trying to process this, Huan looked at the clock and said, "Damn, I'm going to be late for my girlfriend. He's all yours, Tan, I'm out of here," and he was gone.

Now, I'm lying on a table, stark naked in front of a Vietnamese kid thinking, "I need to get out of here, too. This is too much for me to take. Like hell I'm going to submit to this cocky, kid." But like his brother, Tan was fast to exert his dominance.

He yanked me to the edge of the table and leaned over so that his clothed crotch was in my face. Even through the fabric of his slacks I could smell him. He had the musk of what Huan called "a real man" and it was intoxicating.

Tan could see my reaction as he looked down at me. He had had to stand on his tiptoes to achieve his effect so he backed away and removed first his running shoes, then slacks, before leaning forward again. He ordered me to smell him through his tight briefs and what a smell it was.

As his balls settled over my nose my cock reacted. Tan laughed and said, "White boy, smell your Man! Smell the balls that will soon give you the injections you need." Then he yanked off his underwear and I saw for the very first time his golden, oriental spear. His foreskin had slid back exposing from underneath what appeared to be a massive head. The crown had a definite ridge and his balls were certainly bigger than mine. He and his brother were definitely not of the "Asian persuasion" at least in the cock department!

"Boy, get on your knees and show me what my brother taught you to do," Tan ordered.

I quickly jumped down off the massage table and got on my knees before him. Looking up, I saw his handsome, sculpted cock, washboard abs and breathtaking face. His black, almond shaped eyes stared deeply into mine and no longer could I imagine him as just a boy. No, he may have been 16 and not fully grown, but Tan was every bit a man. I gulped, overwhelmed with the reality before me. Here I was, a 25 year old, on my knees before a kid I had just met if you can call our introduction that, and I wanted him....no, I needed him. Had I been ********** to think this way, or had Huan simply helped me to see the truth? At that point, I was beyond analysis; I was in a state of abject need, as Tan inherently knew.

I went to reach up and grasp that golden rod when Tan swiped my hand away. "No, Boy, you only touch when I give you permission! Now get your lips on my dick and show me how much you appreciate what I'm doing for you!"

Why did he make it sound like he was doing me a favor, wasn't I about to get him off? But as soon as my lips were around his surprisingly thick member, any questions I had disappeared. The silky-smooth cock felt so natural in my mouth. I wanted it more than anything I've ever wanted before. I was where I was made to be and both Tan and I knew it.

"Yeah, Boy, open that throat up for Tan the Man," Tan growled, "because ready or not, here I come!"

I couldn't help but gag. I wasn't used to any of this. Tears came to my eyes and I gagged. Tan backed off slightly allowing me to calm down and permitting me to taste the first of his pre-cum. It was like a sweet nectar to me, perfect like the rest of him. I must have been in that position for ten minutes as Tan pistoned his loaded weapon in and out of my mouth occasionally going deep and lodging in my throat.

I was so turned on by it all—in sensory overload—as I held on to his trim ass. Tan then bellowed, "Boy, I'm about to cum.....don't let any dribble out of your mouth. I expect you to swallow every drop!"

At that, he began to shoot at least eight spurts in my mouth. The slimy texture almost got to me but I did as told, careful not to lose any of it. It was the best power ***** I'd ever had!

At some point while all this was happening, as when sucking Huan, I had shot off, leaving my own cum on the carpet. Tan noticed, and just as his brother had, ordered me to clean my mess up. He then pushed me back with his foot pushing down on my chest and, looked down at me with the face of triumph. It must have been heady for this slim youth to have dominated me. Heady or not, he was a natural and so was I.

In all of this, Tan's cock remained firm. Hell, he was only 18 and his cock pointed out he wanted more; he wanted my virginity. As if he was surveying his future, Tan's eyes roamed over my body. I shivered at his look feeling ravished by his eyes. He then told me to get my ass up and on the massage table with my face down.

Soon his hands were on me, plying my ass. He started to spank me as he began spreading my legs apart. He'd smack one than the other as I imagine a boxer hits that little thingy in the gym. His hands slapped each cheek and then my inner thighs spread wide to accommodate him. I felt red all over and was sure he was marking me with handprints. Then he squeezed my ass cheeks and said, "they're amazing, you're ass was made to be fucked. It's beautiful like a woman's but firm like a man's, a perfect bubble butt and it's all mine!"

Again, it was as if he knew how to press my buttons. Here I had allowed him to spank me, a grown man, until my ass stung and I had tears in my eyes. Posture wise, my legs were spread wide—a posture of subservience. Then, just like his older brother, his words ********** the situation, in one sense complimenting me while degrading me at the same time. The brothers' dad must have been a specialist in oriental psychology I thought—how else would they have known how to play me as they had!

"OK, white boy, I'm going continue what Huan was doing when I arrived and do a bit more stretching as it's your first time. I don't want to damage your pussy or should I say, MY pussy," he laughed.

At that, he started rubbing his right index finger all along my ass, massaging my sphincter and rubbing along the rim with first his index finger alone then with two. It felt awesome.

"Gayboy," he said, "Are you left handed?" I muttered yes and he responded, "Just what I thought! They say gays are more likely to be left-handed than right."

As his hand sawed in and around my "pussy" as he called it, I found myself moaning especially when he started his commentary, "Yeah, gay boy, lean your head back and see how you're drooling."

There was a wall-mirror in front of me that I'd never paid any attention to before. The scene appeared so lewd. I was on my stomach with a naked Vietnamese boy-Man behind me sawing his fingers in and out of my ass. My eyes had a crazed look and we both knew there was no turning back—Tan was going to have me—and there was nothing I could or would do to stop him. Instead, I was going to do everything necessary to have him because, at this point, I needed him, I needed his masterful young cock in my pussy giving me what I've always craved yet never completely understood—being fucked by someone who knew my needs and had the balls, cock and attitude to meet them. I saw all of that in my eyes and in the visage staring me back in the mirror; me subservient, and young Tan, masterful in triumph.

"Roll over, Boy," Tan ordered. I want to see your eyes as I take you. If only you could see yourself, drooling, in heat for my cock."

Tan jumped off the table and grabbed several pillows. Two he put under my head propping me up and another he positioned under my ass to make me more accessible to him before getting back up, on his knees between my now wide-spread legs.

"I would never want to think that I fucked you against your will," Tan said. "So, I want you to be responsible enough to tell me what you want, what you need, what you crave! Tell me or I'm off this table now!"

I was so hot for him. The situation was at both ridiculous and beyond comprehension. I was about to beg a kid seven years younger and smaller than I to be the one to take my virginity. Physically, I should have been able to easily taken him in a fight. But now, the tables were totally reversed. Here I was in the position of a typical female. It was as if every nerve and fiber rested in my pussy. I did need him and I wanted him so I said, "Sir, I need you so bad. My pussy needs my young Master's cock. Make me yours, breed me with your powerful sperm. You are the one I've been waiting for all my life!"

I don't know what possessed me to say those words but they seemed so right, so true. I had been waiting because I was sexually too repressed, too scared to initiate anything. I had hid behind my values and religion and needed to be brought out. Without Huan or Tan I doubt I'd ever have had a sexual experience and certainly one not as charged as this.

I think Tan was momentarily surprised at his mastery of me. For heaven's sake, he was only 16, while he clearly already had sexual experience, I can't imagine he'd ever dominated another man before. As he gazed at me, he smiled. His black, almond-shaped eyes were hooded in lust and power, a heady combination. He then said, "Once I take you, you're mine. You've begged me and I'm simply going to give you what you asked for. But make no mistake, White Boy, once my sperm fills you, there's no turning back. Do you understand?"

I did, and it both thrilled and scared the hell out of me. I whimpered as I lay before him, my ass, I mean, my pussy seemed to throb as if it couldn't wait to finally be filled. We both knew I was in too intense an emotional and sexual state to turn away so I simply begged, "I can't wait another second. Sir, please fuck me NOW!"

With that, Tan, with a triumphal smirk smeared across his youthful face, added a bit more lube to my pussy and dribbled a bit more on his stiff, hard cock. Grabbing my legs, he placed them on his shoulders and leaned forward. My ham strings ached but thankfully, Huan had already worked to prepare me for this. I felt Tan's head at my entrance. Looking up into his eyes, I gasped as he pressed forward. My sphincter squeezed shut before Tan slapped my face. "Don't you dare shut me out after just having begged for me to fuck you," Tan hissed.

The shock dislodged me enough for him to push forward—his head now inside me, locked within me by my own sphincter. Even though Huan and Tan had both stretched me, it hurt. The Vietnamese spear felt surprisingly big as it pulsed in me. Tan held still, thankfully, giving me a moment to get used to it, allowing my sphincter the necessary chance to adjust. "Soon you'll be able to take me without pain. Push back like your taking a dump!" he said. As I did, he slid half way in. The next thing I knew he was in all the way. My shaved ass could feel his lustrous black pubes as they bristled against me.

Tan grinned as he ground his dick deep inside me hitting my inner sphincter. I yelped at the pain but cooed as he withdrew rubbing against my prostrate. "Look up," Tan ordered. "Keep your hands on my shoulders, he went on to say."

Surprisingly, he leaned forward and kissed me, dominating me with his tongue just like I'd expect a man would kiss his girl. He was sweating and his musk dripped out of his pores. His scent, tongue and dick overwhelmed all my senses as his dick rubbed my prostrate and his hard abs massaged my balls and hardened dick. He leaned back and began to fuck me in earnest as he held onto my legs, my hands now gripping to the side of the massage table to keep from being ****** off by the shear power of his fuck.

"Yeah, White Boy, feel my hard cock as I fuck you. Feel its potency as I give you what you need. You're wired for this. A real man wouldn't allow an Asian boy like me to fuck him—but look at you! You begged me for it." As his words massaged something deep in my brain, his dick reached deep where nothing had ever gone before.

Time stood still as Tan fucked me. But soon my body reacted. Neither Tan nor I had had contact with my dick since Tan had so powerfully dominated my mouth with his hot tongue. Yet, all on its own, my dick pulsed and shot out five spurts of come on his chest and my belly. It was mind bending—an all senses orgasm.

Seeing what had happened only made Tan fuck me harder. "Yes!" he said, pride all over his face. "You came without even touching yourself. Only a total bottom can do that. You, White Boy, were made to be fucked and now that you've begged for it and your body has proven it, there's no turning back."

"No turning back," that was the second time he said it. Tan's body was smacking into mine. His powerful thrusts made loud smacking sounds as his taut torso and emboldened dick made contact with my smooth ass. My bruised prostrate groaned but still reacted to the stimulation. Tan leaned forward and bellowed like a champion wrestler as he shot his man-sperm off deep in me.

I could feel him as he lubricated me, soothing me with his essence. He lay on top of me for a few minutes, my legs locked around his back holding him in his natural place, as he caught his breath before leaning back on his knees. His softening dick made a slurping sound as it slipped out of my well-fucked ass.

Tan then jumped off the massage table and yanked the pillows out from under my head. He remounted on the table and placed his knees on either side of my head. "Pussy Boy, it's time for you to taste the man who just bred you with his seed. Clean me with your tongue and get me ready for round two!" Round two?

Before I could react, his not so soft dick was at my lips, my mouth, opened in surprise, was fodder for the sperm and my ass juices drooling from his head.

Thankfully, I had showered and washed myself as carefully as possible before coming over! Before I knew it, he had pulled my head up with both hands until the entire spear was in me. He held me tight, my face lodged in his pubes; his cock fully filling my mouth and hardening again, hitting the back of my throat. Who would have thought a Vietnamese kid could possess such a weapon.

I couldn't help wondering if any American POWs ever submitted in this way to the Viet Cong. Did they ever end up sucking off their masters after being roundly fucked? He smelled so intoxicating. Maybe it was a combination of the rush of power for one so young and raw, ****** sex we'd just had. His scent pervaded me. They say you never forget your first time. I had just falsely hoped against hope that mine would be on top of a woman with boobs much as Tan was on top of me.

I think by making me clean him and smell the scent of his conquest, Tan was intentionally further marking me, and mentally conditioning me. Yes, I was being "trained" in all senses to know that he was in charge and having gotten off by it, now wanted and craved whatever he was willing to give me.

As I slurped on his now hard cock, Tan warned, "Watch those teeth or I'll cut off your balls!"

My eyes looked up at his as I mumbled a garbled "yes, Sir" to him.

Tan seemed to love what he saw as his hands gripped my head, trapping me on his Asian spear. For the first time, I saw him smile a happy smile as he enjoyed the tongue bath I was giving him, feeling the adoration I lavished on the very thing that had just ravished me for the first time.

"Dude, White Pussy Boy, you really do love this! Huan told me you were ripe for the taking and gave me some ideas but really, I never expected you to fall so quickly and completely under my control and I barely had to work for it, you were so easy! Well, the die has been cast and our positions are now clear. You'll be doing what I say from now on, satisfying me when and where I tell you. Do you understand?!" Tan said.

Yanking his dick from my mouth, Tan ran around and twisted me over onto my stomach before jumping back on the table and driving his hard dick into my now upturned ass. Instinctively I pushed back. Yeah it hurt initially, but what choice did I now have. Tan wanted his way with me and I was in no position any longer to deny him.

With my ********** to his dominant will made clear, Tan pulled me to my hands and knees as he grabbed on to my waist and slammed into me. He was fired up by his power as if the second fuck sealed the deal. Tan said, "look straight ahead into the mirror, boy, your cock is hard and drooling as I fuck you like the pussy you are. I'm giving you what you need and there's no way you can ever deny it. At that point, he let go with one hand and grabbed a small digital camera that was somehow attached to the bench. Before I could object, Tan snapped several pictures that showed my face and body and his torso slamming into me but not his face. "Just in case you forget, I thought I'd document your first or should I say, second time!" With that he began power fucking me pushing me forward onto the table.

It was then I realized he'd fuck the cum out of me one more time. Amazing! It was at once humiliating and exhilarating and I loved it.

Languidly now, Tan long-fucked me until he came again......the cum now oozing out of my now loose pussy. Tan rotated his dick pushing his powerful sperm deep in me. I was mentally and physically spent from my ********** as he was from his domination. The night was clearly coming to an end as had my virginity and now former belief once and for all, in my masculinity. Tan even more than Huan had changed me, as I would come to understand more in the days to come.

Leaning on top of me as he bit my ear lobe, Tan said, "Now that we know our respective roles, it will be your duty to take care of my needs. Obviously, by doing so, I'll be taking care of yours," he laughingly said! "Huan told me you live with a roommate. Hmmm, we can't use this place all that often, so somehow you'll need to figure out how we can use your apartment. Maybe I should just fuck you in front of your roommate or allow him to hear you moan while I fuck you in your room. Funny, hearing your moans while my dick is deep in your pussy, he'd think you had finally scored but just think how wrong he'd be," Tan laughed.

What was I going to do? I hadn't thought this far and now I was afraid. Sensing this, Tan pushed his legs between mine and rammed his still hard dick as deep as he could in me. "Don't even waste your time trying to think of an excuse—because you now know how much you need this! Before you leave, I'll get your cell phone so I can text you when I want another go at your beautiful ass and sweet mouth! I expect you to have figured out how to accommodate me by then. Do you understand?!"

I gulped, "Yes, Sir!" in response, not knowing what I was to do next. Indeed, I had been screwed beyond my wildest imagination by this intensely hot Vietnamese boy who had masterfully taken charge of me. Certain of his victory, Tan dismounted me and jumped off the massage or should I say, fuck table! I rolled over, my legs now splayed like a well-fucked whore's. Tan scooped his man-cream from my now worn out pussy and fed it to me, ******* me to lick it off his slim fingers. "No reason to waste this is there," he laughed.

His taste was sweeter than his brother's I noted as I no longer had any will to resist. Tan then grabbed the panties his brother had given me and wiped my cum off the table before throwing them to me to wear home. Yeah, my little pussy, wear your new panties home as a reminder of tonight and wash them out before next time. Maybe you can hang them in your bathroom to dry," he laughed.

I got up, put the sticky panties on before putting on the rest of my clothes. Seeing myself in the mirror, I realized I looked different. I had a satisfied but disheveled appearance and I'm sure I stunk like a well-fucked whore having my cum and Tan's all over me. I was a marked man with a certain and uncertain future. At that, Tan let me go, admonishing me to be ready to be at his beck and call.

I got into my car gingerly, my ass feeling the pain of contact with the cold seat. All I could think of was how I could get to my room without drawing attention to myself. I had to figure out what to do and I could only hope for some time for my ass to heal before seeing Tan again or my roommate realizing the changes that had occurred in my life.

After my Friday night ordeal with Huan and then his younger brother, Tan, I was a bit of a wreck. My roommate, Alex had just given me an odd look when I came in, relatively disheveled, but thankfully was too engrossed in the game on TV to say anything.

Once I got behind my locked bedroom door, I fell face down on my bed. After a few minutes, my heart calmed down from the adrenaline rush of having to get beyond Alex and I rolled over and kicked off my running shoes. My mind was in constant playback mode seemingly going frame by frame through the events of the evening. Without thinking, I pulled off each of my socks and then my sweats. My dick had already spewed enough for two days in a few hours and my balls were numb. What did it all mean I wanted to know? I wasn't sure whether to be infuriated or turned on beyond belief.

I found my left hand reaching to my twitching ass and feeling what Tan had left there. For a moment, I was afraid—how could I have let that young punk fuck me raw? Then I remembered a comment he had made, "I always sheathe for the girls," and realized that in a unique way, he was truly marking me.

My eyes could still look up at his tight abs and powerful waist. That kid was built for fucking—something I could never deny. I had meant to take a hot shower and try to wash the smell of sex off my exhausted body but I was just too worn out. Naked now below the waist, I simply turned off my light and fell into a very deep ***** punctuated by intense dreams of Tan and his brother.

At 10:00 a.m., the smell of coffee coupled with blinding sun light tore me from my *******. Thank God, Alex had made coffee. I needed to clear my head not sure of my memory or ability to have any sense of reality at that moment. I almost went out as I was then realized how I appeared. I had a "just fucked" look, hair a mess, my own dried spunk crusted on my stomach and a sticky feeling in my ass. Damn, did I ever need a shower!

The hot water felt soothing as it washed over me. But there was no way that it could remove the reality that was staring at me. My pubes had been trimmed, legs, chest and ass shaved smooth, and my pits....I'd definitely be wearing a t-shirt around the house! I couldn't help but run a finger in my ass. Surprisingly, it had bounced back. There wasn't any discernable damage from the energetic fucking Tan had given me. I shuddered at the thought as my dick betrayed me getting hard at the memory.

I had fought and denied it for so long—and ended up being turned out not by another man—but by a slim, Vietnamese kid. It was both sexy and humiliating as hell. By now, the water was only lukewarm. I couldn't put off the day any longer so I dried off and got dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a red golf shirt. Feeling reasonable again, I headed for that coffee.

Alex was reading the paper in our small dining area and smiled when he saw me. "Dude, what happened to you last night? Did you finally get laid?" he chortled. I should have expected it, but initially felt as if I were a deer caught in the headlights. "Nah," I responded, "I had a few too many beers with friends from work and just stumbled home." Now Alex knew I didn't ***** that much so this part was plausible, but he also knew I'd never ***** and drive. "How'd you get home?" he asked. Thinking fast, I said, "Somebody drove my car while their friends followed us in theirs." Alex still didn't seem convinced but left it alone for the time being and left me get some coffee! Thankfully, he had plans to meet up with some friends which left me time alone in the apartment to try and get my head together!

Seemingly minutes after he left my cell phone rang. I didn't recognize the number but picked up on it anyway. It was Tan. "Hey Mattie," he chirped, "I thought I better call and see how you're feeling today."

My heart skipped when I heard his voice. I was filled with an intense sense of yearning for my young Vietnamese stud while at the same time feeling a sense of dread and fear of what he might want from me. "Oh hi, Tan," I replied. "I'm doing ok. I'm still trying to understand all that happened last night." "That's what my brother thought you might say," Tan responded. "He thought you'd be all analytical and **** instead of just accepting yourself as you really are and your new position in life."

Tan's last few words sounded ominous to me, my "new position in life." The line went quiet as I sought to absorb the meaning of his words. Not wanting me to have time to figure a way out and seeking to exert his dominance over me, Tan quickly said, "by the way, I'm outside your apartment about to knock on your door. I hope you're ready for company."

Before I could respond, the line went dead and the doorbell rang. What could I do? Pretend I wasn't home? Nah, Tan knew my car was out front and it would only be postponing the inevitable. My ass seemed to twitch as I moved towards the door. Tan was there all right, with a smirk on his handsome face. He pushed right on past me before I could try and keep him outside.

"Nice place, Babe" he said. My face went red at the connotations of the young Vietnamese' words. Tan laughed at my response. "Don't worry, I saw your roommate leaving as I was walking up the street. Did you tell him about last night?" he asked? "NO!" I shouted, louder than I meant to. At that, Tan tripped me and I fell back on my ass. Gazing down on me he said, "Don't you ever use that tone with me again, boy, do you understand?"

I was stunned and tongue-tied until he put his left foot on my chest and repeated, "I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND!" Without even thinking I said, "Yes Sir, I understand. I won't do it again!"

Tan, had that look of triumph just as he had last night when he first penetrated me. *********** the nature of our relationship he said, "That's a good boy! I know this is all new to you and it will take time for you to understand yourself but that's no excuse to be rude to me. Remember, you begged me to fuck you. What I did last night was a favor for you. You'll be a lot happier if you remember that!"

My face felt hot and flushed as his words washed over me. I felt my dick harden as the shame of it all sunk in. Damn, why was I reacting this way? Why did his words make me so hard? But yes, I had begged for it and had undeniably loved every inch of my young stud's dick as it penetrated me.

Tan could see my mind working and he reached down and hefted his family's jewels. "I bet you want more of this, don't you, white boy!" He laughed. "You can't get enough of this, can you!" he said as he watched my tongue lick my lips!

Tan, with a cockiness to his walk, ambled over to our couch, sat down and slouched forward and then said, "Boy, you have five seconds to be on your knees in front of me. Move it NOW," he bellowed.

Without thinking, as if my life depended on it, I jumped up off the floor and scrambled to where he was pointing.

"What's wrong with this picture?" he asked. I was confused, I had thought I'd done just as he directed. "Boy, you got to be naked in my presence—now loose the clothes" he ordered. "But what if my roommate walks in?" I whined.

"You just don't get it, do you," Tan responded. "I'm the man here and you're the boy. If you want this you'll need to be naked. Look I'm getting tired of this. I came over because Huan said you'd probably be in withdrawal by now and needing an injection so I came by as a gesture of sympathy! Now either you lose the clothes or I'm out of here!"

Any hesitancy I had was out the window at that point. I was deathly afraid of Alex walking in but even more afraid of losing Tan! I stripped off my shorts and T-shirt in nanno seconds and was almost immediately between Tan's knees yearning for a taste of his magical dick.

"Now take it out, Mattie," Tan ordered. My hands trembled as I reached for his belt. I unclasped it and then opened the button before lowering the zipper on his blue jeans. Tan's underwear was tenting a bit as I deftly reached into his boxers and brought his monster into the light. "You want it bad don't you, boy," he said.

There was no use denying it so I simply said, "Yes, Sir." "Good boy," Tan replied. "You're finally being honest with me. Now put your hands down, lean forward, and show me how much you've missed your Master since last night!"

"Master!" That was the word Huan had used and now Tan was throwing it in my face again. But before I could even process its meaning, my tongue had touched the velvety head and gotten the first taste of his pungent pre-cum. The sensation went right to my dick that hardened almost instantly.

Almost instinctively I went to grab it when Tan leaned forward and knocked my hands away. "You're on your knees in front of a real man with your lips locked around his dick. You need to learn that your pleasure comes from my pleasure and not from your hands. You can come from either stimulating me with your mouth or your ass but you'll keep your hands off your clit unless I tell you! Do you understand?"

With my mouth now halfway down his ample shaft, all I could do was gaze up into his determined face and mumble, "Yes Sir." "That's much better," Tan said, with a very smug and self-satisfied look on his face as he leaned back into the couch fully clothed while I, naked as a jay bird, slurped on his strapping dick.

Damn did it taste good! I felt as if I were in a trance, mesmerized by those rich, thick pubes and the smell he exuded. Then, Tan grasped the back of my head and yanked me all the way down on his cock. "Yeah, boy, that's much better. Open your throat for me. Make love to your Master's hard cock. Show me how much you appreciate what I'm doing as a favor for you!" he said. At this, my eyes watered and I couldn't help gagging as his thick head hit the back of my throat. Damn this Asian boy seemed huge. Well, next to me, his dick was that of a King.

Later I saw a new penis survey demonstrating the average size of a white guys dick to be 6.4" long and about 5" in circumference. I was humiliated by that study, as I was, at most 5.8" long — even though almost average in circumference. Yet, here was a 16-year old Asian stud with at least seven thick inches rammed deep in my throat, his hands holding me tight as he said, "Don't you dare spit this out. Babe, you better get used to this deep in your throat because that's where it's going to be docking from here on out. This dick was made for your throat and pussy, so get used to it and learn to love it! I come a lot and need to come often—you're going to love it!"

As my tongue and throat made love to Tan's weapon, my mind seemed to settle down as my entire focus was on making him happy. Boy did he have stamina. I must have been on my knees for 30 minutes before Tan locked his legs around my head, cementing me on his dick as he spurted a massive load deep into my throat. My senses were again overloaded and my dick shot off onto the side of the couch.

Putting his legs back on the floor, Tan looked down and saw my spunk. He laughed and said, "I wonder what your roommate would say if he saw you now, naked before me having just shot a load from your clit as you sucked my dick!" I think he saw the panic his words inspired as he ordered me, "Don't you back off until you clean off every drop! Then make sure you lick your **** off the couch."

I did as ordered just as I had last night. Again, his cum seemed thick and robust compared to mine. Tan grabbed my left hand and said, "You better wipe off your dick and lick your finger clean. We don't want you to spot up your panties, do we!"

Damn! I had forgotten about the panties that were in my bathroom. At that, Tan shoved me back on the floor and glared down on me. "Look, you did okay. Next time I don't want you to hesitate when I'm here. I won't intentionally out you to your roommate but you better figure a way of dealing with yourself because I expect you to service me whenever I call. Do you understand?"

Gazing up at his determined face and well aware of what I had just done for him and my own physical reaction to it, I simply nodded my head affirmatively.

My reaction pleased my young master who patted my head affectionately. He pulled my head back into his crotch and massaged my scalp while lying back on the cushions enjoying his afterglow.

Meanwhile, I was enjoying his pheromones—the sexy odor his cock and balls put off after his come. It was such a natural, comforting position for me as if I gained peace through my service of this young, asian bull!

The next thing I knew was Tan jumping up. The cell phone in his pocket just buzzed and he said, "Damn, I got to go—my Dad has some things around the house he expects me to do this afternoon." As I sat on the floor, naked looking up at him, he quickly zipped his shorts and then put his foot on my chest. "Don't worry, Baby," he said to me. "Daddy will be back later to fuck his princess!"

With that, my cock jerked *************. Tan laughed and said, "But don't you dare jerk off....if you want this" he said as he hefted his now clothed but still very ample cock and balls!

He was out the door in a flash. I looked up at the clock and saw it was already 11:00 a.m. Damn, Alex could be back any minute. I got up and ran to my room, quickly locking the door behind me. It seemed like only seconds and I heard Alex opening the front door. It was then I realized my clothes were still lying on the floor where I had stripped off in front of my Master. Darn, did I just say that word to myself? Now what was I going to do?

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 ****. 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 ***** 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 mumbled, "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 reasonably 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 ***** 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 *****, 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 skills 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 skills 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 ********** 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 reason 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 ********** 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 ********** 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.

"****, 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 *****. 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 personal 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 reinforce 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 person 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 *****.

Alex returned with his girlfriend around 9:30 p.m. I was in a deep ******* 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 stumbled out into the kitchen still half asleep 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 *********** 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 **** 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 personal pleasure.

The reason 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 ***, 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 ********** 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 personal 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 person—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 ****—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! ****, 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 person. 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 reasons, it ********** 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, reason 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 reinforce 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 ****** 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 ******, 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 reinforce 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.

"Matt, are you OK?" Alex asked through my door!

"I'm fine, Alex," I yelled with a now hoarse voice as Tan sped up his fucking -- his hips pistoning wildly and fast as he pushed his weapon deep into my pussy! I hoped and prayed he had gone to his room because I swear the world could hear the steady slap, slap, slap as Tan fucked me ever the deeper into **********.

By now, my pussy had adjusted to Tan's assault and his cock was rubbing furiously over my prostrate as he rushed to get off so he could get home for dinner. Still, after having just cum, Tan couldn't rush his orgasm but had to work up to it. Now he squeezed his hands around my torso and pinched my nipples. I could feel his taut stomach rubbing on my back. Like the hot, young stud he is, he nipped on my ear and bit my shoulder, not enough to break the skin but to keep me submissive as he rutted.

Tan was turned on by the precariousness of my situation. He had thankfully locked the door when he came in behind me but he knew another male was not far away from the one he was dominating and it made him enjoy the fuck he was giving me even more. He had mastered me before my older and larger roommate and it fed his sense of achievement and power.

"What are you going to tell, Alex, Baby," he asked as he slammed hard into me. "Do you want me to speak for you since you seem to be hoarse all of a sudden?" he said with a chuckle in his voice. "Maybe Alex could use a piece of this ass? But remember, it's mine he said as he leaned back. Tan grabbed my hair to use as an anchor as he kept his thrusts going on and on. Time seemed to stand still.

All that mattered was the here and now. My prostrate was screaming and my dick was hard and throbbing but too far from the side of my bed to rub against anything.

Tan pulled me back and hugged tighter to himself. He talked to me softly but with a measured strength. "Matt, how does it feel to take my fuck while your roommate's outside your door? You can't stop me now. My baby-makers are deep inside you and more are about to go into you. They'll be absorbed into your body swimming into your ***** stream and subduing whatever resistance there is. Just let yourself go, boy. As soon as you admit you're a pussy boy and quit trying to fight me, you'll be at peace."

His words and his dick simply overpowered me. While gripping the bed my cock started to fire shot after shot, once again without any hands touching it. My pussy muscles clenched onto Tan's engorged cock and squeezed his load deep inside me. If I were a true female and even slightly fertile, he'd have made me pregnant with triplets. There was nothing to do now but wait while Tan, momentarily spent, enjoyed the lingering moments of his triumph.

Tan leaned forward resting himself on my back. My ass, ********** by his fuck was now soothed by his scalding hot, thick sperm. Some seemed to ooze out around his now softening dick. Tan told me to take my hand and feel him joined to me and to use my fingers to wipe up any of his sperm that might escape me. He then had me lick it off my fingers like they Asian delicacy it was. Meanwhile my own dick oozed runny sperm against my thigh.

Finally, having enough and gotten what he needed, Tan stood up, pulling out of my pussy ass with a plopping sound. I felt so empty and almost like crying from all the tension of the day and the loss of this amazing young man from my ass. While he used me, all I could think of was him. When he left, I knew I would have to deal with the world....beginning with Alex who was just outside my door.

Tan roughly pulled me off my bed and told me to clean him up so he could get home. I was amazed there was no **** on his dick since he had rammed it so deep in me. Thank goodness, I was too nervous to have eaten much for lunch. The taste wasn't'too bad.

Tan said, "Look, I got to go! You might want to grab a Kleenex and wipe yourself off before putting some clothes on or your roommate going to have your number before I reach your front door. So move it Matt, I don't want to ruin the good thing we've got going! I know how much you need me," Tan continued as he lewdly cupped his bulging family jewels!

I was dazed but did as he directed. I grabbed a wad of Kleenex and quickly wiped the mess that was oozing out of my ass. Tan noticed the spunk I had shot onto my bed skirt and snapped his fingers instructing me to lick it off. I didn't like my own taste and texture as much as his and definitely didn't enjoy it now that I had cum but knew better than to argue.

When he was satisfied, Tan looked at his watch and said, "Boy you have exactly 20 seconds before I open that door," causing me to leap into my underwear and quickly pull on my dress shirt and slacks. Thank God, he cut me some slack because there was no way I could look presentable that fast -- if at all!

Before I knew it, Tan had his jacket on and had opened my bedroom door. Alex was in the kitchen as we came out and initially seemed startled to see someone with me as I have always been a bit of a loner. I think Tan knew I'd be stuck for words and so he marched right up to my roommate and stuck out his hand. "You must be Alex," he said. "I'm Tan and I came over after school to give Matt some cultural lessons. Maybe sometime he'll be able to share what he's learning," he laughed as he dashed towards the door. "I'll call you later this week" were the last words I heard before he closed the door behind him.

It was 6:10 p.m. We'd only been together for about 50 minutes but it seemed like forever and most of that time I was either sucking his cock or being fucked silly by this sexually, dominant Vietnamese stud!

I turned around and Alex was staring at me. "Gosh, Matt, who was that kid and why are you so disheveled? What was he doing here and what did he mean when he said he was giving you 'cultural lessons.?' Plus you stink!"

I stuttered for a moment obviously at a loss for words before saying, "Tan is my massage ********** younger brother. He was teaching me some Asian stretching exercises and we ended up wrestling around a bit."

"Well, it looks like he got the better of you and you've sure got him beat in size."

Without thinking, "I said, I wouldn't be so certain. The kid has all he needs where it counts."

Damn, what an idiot I am. Alex certainly wasn't thinking of Tan's seven inch dick like I was. Who knows, maybe his was bigger—at that point everyone's seemed bigger to me or at least more powerful. Hell, I just been fucked to orgasm AGAIN by my young, Vietnamese stud and practically within hearing range of my roommate. To say the least, I was feeling overwhelmed by it all and was totally spent from my own orgasm and the stress I now had in my life!

Thankfully, Alex's phone rang distracting him long enough for me to go to my room, strip down and hit the shower. I can only wonder what will happen tomorrow!

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 ****** twenty ******** – 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 comparison, 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 ***** 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 *********** 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 ****, 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 ******** 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 *********** 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 ********** 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 asleep!

I woke up the following morning after the deepest ***** I can remember. I felt a bit disoriented, as I had fallen a***** around 9:00 p.m. almost immediately after Tan had left. It was 6:30 a.m. and I had slept about nine and a half hours -- a record for me. I dragged myself to the shower luxuriating in the hot water and steam. I carefully shaved my face and was walking out of my room to have breakfast by 7:00 a.m. At least this morning, I was running on time, would have time to have a hot meal rather than my usual cereal, and wouldn't burn the roof of my mouth ******** my morning java.

For some reason, I wasn't even thinking about Alex or what he must have thought as I made enough scrambled eggs, bacon and toast for us both. It seemed so natural to be playing "morning domestic" almost as if it had become second nature although, in reality, I rarely ever took the time to cook in the morning.

The smell of hot food and wafting aroma of coffee soon woke Alex and by 7:15 a.m. he was chowing down on a full plate of food with me. There was no way I was going to mention the night before. Even though I was relaxed, I still felt a bit humiliated by the very unusual attitude Alex had taken towards me before and after Tan's unexpected arrival. He had mocked me in front of a high school senior for heaven's sake! Together, they had portrayed the behavior typical of victors at sports matches high on testosterone.

Thankfully, Alex simply enjoyed the pleasure of a decent breakfast and didn't overtly hassle or make fun of me. We were both relatively silent, lost in our own thoughts until Alex spoke up and said, "Boy, Matt, I could become very used to this. I always dreamed of having a wife who would wait on me in the morning!"

Now what the hell did that mean? "Well, don't get used to it, Alex!" I responded, feeling a bit miffed. Still I stood up, cleared our dishes and quickly rinsed them off.

While I was at the sink, Alex said, "So how did you help your friend out last night?" Perhaps it was a rhetorical question as he then left the kitchen to finish getting ready for work with a very satisfied as he left your room!"

On my way to work I couldn't help but think some more. Yeah, think....it never seemed to get me anywhere but more confused. It seems like only yesterday I was somewhat satisfied with my life of hiding the truth from myself only to have it turned around by two Vietnamese boys. How did they read me so well I wondered and was I always somewhat submissive? It didn't make any sense that these guys could so quickly and easily have their way with me. Correspondingly, the truth was I got just as much out of it or more than they did.

Maybe they were right that they were actually doing me a favor as they pumped their rich seed into either my belly or my pussy. Perhaps receiving their loads would make more of a man out of me or something. My mind wandered as I thought about it and my cock hardened as I pondered about their taste.

At first I had rejected the idea that I could ever like the taste of cum. It seemed as if it should be repulsive. But it was their essence. I could see myself washing off their still hard cocks as they held my head and ****** me to look up into the dark pools of their eyes. Tan, especially, seemed to get off seeing me so subserviently "doing my womanly duty" as he liked to refer to it. Yes, I had to admit, I did find joy through service....I just had never dreamed it would be in this context.

The Vietnamese boys had liberated something deep inside of me. Maybe they were just using me, Tan especially, to get their rocks off. Perhaps that's what real men do. But for me, it was more than a physical experience. Yes, I always came as much from the physical stimulation of my prostrate from their exertions in and out of my pussy as well as their manipulations of my tits, but just as much as their verbal comments in the process.

By the time I reached the office, my face was flushed simply from recalling all the sex-capades of the past month or so. Frankly, I had lost track of time since that first massage and could not imagine how far things had gone and how fast. I was still lost in thought as I passed by Dave's cubical.

As I bent down to turn on my computer, he surprised me by pinching my ass and said, "Damn, boy, that is one hot ass! I bet Huan gets hot playing with those cheeks because ass up and front down you're probably hotter than most of his female clients -- Sara being the exception, of course!"

I had whirled around even more red than I was when I came in and was trying to think of something to say as Dave started laughing. He was so close to the truth and I felt incapable of denial but deathly afraid of coming clean.

Meanwhile, Sara, who had heard her name mentioned came around to see what was up. "Did I hear my name mentioned," she said with hope in her eyes! Dave laughed and said, "I was just teasing Matt, here, and said, Huan must enjoy massaging you more than him!"

Sara then remarked, "Well, I've heard he's quite the lady's man but he always is completely professional with me. Somehow, I doubt Matt has the equipment he's looking for!"

I shook my head, completely humiliated for some reason. So, Huan hasn't screwed Sara but I'm lacking the proper equipment. If she only knew that he had sampled my pussy and throat maybe she'd think a bit differently about him -- but then if she did know, she'd obviously think differently about me -- and probably NOT positively. Damn....why had my life become a total catch-22?

Thankfully, the day quickly began to get busy. At one point as I hung up the phone from dealing with a client, Dave got my attention by tapping on his coffee mug and said, "Matt, you know how I like my coffee, hurry up and get me some!" It wasn't a suggestion, but an order!

Why was it that all the guys I encountered seemed to act as if they could order me around...like it was my job to cook, clean, fetch their coffee or bend over? Had it been this way all along?

When I got home, Alex was already there and preparing to leave. "Matt, I left a list of things you need to do before I get back. I've got to run out for awhile. I'm meeting some buds for a few brews down at the Pub. I'll see you later," he said as he quickly dashed out the door.

I never had a chance to question his "order" -- a first in our now less than balanced friendship. I no longer seemed like an equal to anyone and I felt a bit frustrated. Why was I at the bottom of the heap?

Still, I didn't hesitate much and went and found his list on the kitchen table. Alex was a bit of a neat freak and wanted some of the common areas of our condo touched up. What surprised me, however, was that he had put doing his laundry on the list. THAT had never been my responsibility before.

To get to it, I had to go into his room. I don't know why I didn't question his order but soon found myself dumping his dirty laundry on the floor and sorting the whites and coloreds. Almost as if by second nature, I found myself sniffing his jock strap and assorted underwear. The aroma was purely masculine -- full of hot, masculine musk. My dick got hard instantly. Damn, I wanted to whip out my cock and jerk off...but then remembered that Tan would punish me if I did.

Fearful but aroused, I quickly grabbed the whites off the floor and got the first load going. I was flustered when the doorbell rang. I really wasn't expecting anyone as it was only about 6:30 p.m. and I thought Tan would stop by later. Low and behold, it was Sarah and Dave. Sarah insisted they stop by and let Dave see where I lived. She brazenly pushed by me and led Dave into the Condo.

"I hope we didn't stop by at an awkward time," Sarah said.

"No, I was just picking up a bit and doing some laundry," I replied.

"I thought you did your laundry on weekends," Sarah said.

Damn, I thought! Why had I told her my routine when we first started working together! "Well, I do, but Alex asked if I could toss in a load for him!"

When I said that, Dave looked at me with a knowing smirk. It was another nail in the coffin for me! Again, my face betrayed me as I blushed at his stare.

"Well, aren't you going to show us around?" Sarah said.

I gave them the requisite tour and offered them each a beer as we sat in the living room. Again, the doorbell rang. This time, Tan burst past me as if he owned the place. Could it get any more awkward?

Sarah had met him a few times when she was waiting for her massage with his brother, but Dave didn't know anything about him and I had hoped to have kept it that way. "Dave, this is Tan, my masseur Huan's younger brother. Tan, this is Dave. We work together and have adjoining cubicles."

I don't know what Dave expected, but Tan gave his hand a very firm grip and exuded a sense of authority beyond that of a typical high-schooler. He certainly wasn't subservient like some other Asian's can seem. It was so odd watching the two of them size each other up.

I had mentioned to Tan how Dave was treating me at the office but only in an offhand manner. It wasn't exactly as if we had developed a deep relationship outside of the sex. Still, his iron will and strength of character almost compelled me to tell him things even though he was still, in reality, a kid. I guess the inverse nature of our relationship was affecting me. I'm not sure that Sarah caught on to what was happening and maybe Dave didn't really understand either. Still, Tan had effectively taken control telling them we had some work to do and giving them the hint to shove off. They were apparently on their way out to dinner, which worked to everyone's advantage.

As soon as they were out the door, Tan smacked my ass and hustled me to the bedroom. I think sensing he had competition for dominance over me brought out some qualities I had not previously observed. He seemed icily polite towards Dave but certainly didn't demonstrate any friendliness. It was somewhat like an Alpha male reacting towards another male's attempt to horn in on his territory. At that point, I'm not sure if Tan considered me his possession or toy that he, alone, could control or felt anything a bit deeper. All I knew is that he wanted to demonstrate for both of us his mastery over me.

Tan was too impatient for me to undress him. We were both naked in two seconds. His almost mocha colored cock was pulsing as he pointed to the floor -- to my proper position in front of him.

As I gazed up, I saw almost afresh, his perfect, taut body rippling with muscles. Our eyes met as my lips wrapped themselves around his substantial helmet. Tan wasn't in the mood for gentility as he grabbed the back of my head and held it, immovable, and rammed his weapon of lust deep into my throat. Even though he and his brother had been "training" me for what had to be over a month now, I gagged as tears streamed down my face. His pace was relentless. Normally, I "service" him and do most of the work, but, tonight, he was both physically and mentally in charge.

Tan's eyes almost clouded over as he approached his orgasm. As he neared it, he held my face in such a way that he smashed my nose into his pubes. All I could do was swallow as his seed was rapid fired down my throat. I thought I was going to pass out because I simply couldn't breathe.

Having cum, Tan was sated if but briefly. He pushed me off him. I lay on my back gasping for air, my mouth still filled with the taste of his pungent seed. Tan was obviously irritated by something and thinking. I knew better than disturb him and simply watched as he processed his thoughts. My clit, though, had other ideas. It demanded attention. Tan caught wind of this and my hands moving towards it and growled. He quickly stepped forward and using his right foot, shoved me fully onto my back.

"Don't you dare play with yourself, Matt, you know the rules! I think you need a few swats to remember just who you are when I am around!" he went on to say.

I don't know why I hate to be spanked so much. Perhaps it is the *********** that I'm submitting to a guy seven years my junior. I knew I should have stood up to him, but then again, too much water had already passed under the bridge. He knew, and I knew that by now, his word was my law.

I felt so frustrated at that point. My clit was pressuring me, but so was my mind. I yearned for Tan. I wanted him to masterfully fuck me to completion and here he was delaying by doing something I didn't want.

As I lay across his lay, my clit, now shrinking in expectation pressed between his meaty thighs, Tan grabbed my fleshy ass and squeezed it. I expect his finger prints were totally visible in red.

"You realize that I own this, Matt!" He said as he then spanked my bare bottom. "I didn't appreciate the way Dave stared at you tonight. I'm telling you, here and now, you better do nothing to encourage him because you won't like the consequences!"

His spanking, by that point, had me sobbing and all I could utter was, "Yes, Sir!"

With his mission accomplished, and my subservience reiterated, Tan pushed me off his lap and on to the floor. "I think I have something that will make you feel better," he said with a smirk in his eye. Knowing he had reasserted his dominance, he now wanted an enjoyable fuck.

Tan grabbed the lube from my bedside stand as I got into position, on my back. Gently but firmly, he massaged my pussy as he shoved lube in me. After putting more on his bare cock, he leaned forward, and grabbed my legs. Tan aimed his naked spear at my pulsing lips as he dominated me with his knowing eyes. As if on order, as soon as contact was made, I opened up for him as he sank deep into me.

I think we both gasped from the pleasure of that moment. My nipples were hard anticipating the contact he provided with my prostrate. Mercifully, Tan rubbed his hard cock over and over it making me squirm with pleasure, enhancing my pending orgasm. He let go of my legs and encouraged me to wrap them around his slim body. Exerting total ownership, he raped my mouth with his tongue at the same time his man-sized cock continued his dominance of my pussy. Between the internal stimulation of my prostrated, his belly rubbing my clit and his overstimulation of my mind, I came, spewing my own, pent up pleasure between us.

My orgasm and the pulsing pleasure that surrounded Tan's weapon pushed him over the edge as he fucked his seed deep into my womb, as if trying to impregnate me with the whole of Asia. We just lay still for awhile. Tan's cock stayed moderately hard -- as if to ensure that none of his potent soldiers would escape before moving deeper for victory. He had ravished me yet again and left his mark on my mind, deep in my pussy, in my mouth and, as I was coming to realize, in my heart. We both knew—I was his.

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 **********.

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 ********** 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 ******* 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 **********....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 ***** stream, rein*******, 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 ****** 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 – ******* 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 **** 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 personally 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 ******* 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 ***** like that after throwing an intense fuck!"

I almost ****** 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 ******* 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 ********** 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 ********** 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 reason 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 ****** 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 reason 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!