My first gay bdsm
In the late eighties, I had a life-changing experience. I’ll admit, this was risky, and I was lucky that nothing bad happened. I changed the names of the men in the story, for obvious reasons, and was silent on the location. The rest of the encounter is accurate.
When I was in my early twenties, a buddy and I were invited to a bachelor party. We needed a gag gift, so we decided to visit an adult bookstore. This was my first time in such a place.
While looking around, I saw a magazine cover showing a guy, hooded, in black leather, strapped in belts, and gagged. When I looked over towards the counter, the older man running the place seemed to notice my interest and gave me a grin. This made me nervous, and I pretended not to notice. We bought some old porn magazines and left. I was relieved to get out, and my friend and I laughed about the experience.
Sometimes, I caught myself thinking of the magazine image, which seemed troubling. I had some bondage experiences with girls (including my girlfriend at the time) that I enjoyed. Nothing too elaborate, handcuffs, ropes, and cloth gags. This was different. I never considered male bondage, and this made me just a little curious.
A few months later in the summer, I was in my apartment deciding what to do on a Thursday night. My girlfriend was out with her friends, and I was off the next day.
I decided to visit an outside bar, about 30 minutes away, and hook up with friends. I took a shower and since it was summer, I wore bike pants, under my shorts, a black tight T-shirt, black athletic socks and sneakers. At the time, I was thin and athletic, 5’10’, 160 lbs., and looked young for my age.
I met my friends, had a few shots, a couple mixed drinks, and was buzzed. I decided to leave. Heading home, I passed the same bookstore I was in a few months earlier. Being buzzed, and remembering the last visit, I made the bad decision to turn around. Being on my own, I could look around and no one would know.
The parking lot was empty, and I was concerned someone might see my car. I parked in the back, walked in, and saw the same counter guy. He had that middle age body and look. He was my height, heavier, and in his late fifties, or maybe sixty.
Looking up at me, he said, “Closing in 30 minutes.” Since I was the only customer, the store was quiet. I browsed the magazine section and drifted back to the bondage magazines along the wall.
I viewed the same magazine cover with the leather-bound male, along with a few others that featured bound men. I started to feel some weird attraction and was getting embarrassed. The counter guy surprised me, now just behind me, and said, “You were in here before, looking at these magazines”.
I kind of half smiled and moved away with my head looking down. As I got to the corner of the wall, there was a display rack with a few of handcuffs, blindfolds and butt plugs.
The counter guy, who was following, asked if I was interested in bondage. He then introduced himself as Ralph.
I responded, “Just curious.” Ralph went on to tell me he had better stuff in the back if I was interested. He was giving me this creepy feeling yet, I was interested, curious and maybe a little excited.
I just said, “Thanks” and kept moving. I did tell him my name was Patrick to be polite, but I was really starting to get that feeling I should leave.
There was a small entrance way on the side that led to a dimly lit hallway. On the left side of the hall were a few video booths. Ralph said I needed quarters to, “Feed the machine.”
I got two dollars' worth of quarters and entered a booth at the far end, showing a lesbian flick. This was my first time in a video booth. I closed the door, not realizing there was no lock, and dropped in my quarters.
After watching a few minutes, my cock started getting hard, and I was rubbing it through my shorts. I was standing, focused on the movie, and jumped at the knock on the door. The door opened as I turned around. It was obvious what I was doing with a cock (7.5”) bulge in my shorts.
Ralph said, “Closing in 10 minutes.” He had this condescending grin standing there. Ralph closed the door and walked away. Just a few minutes later, the movie stopped, and I turned to leave, hoping to avoid Ralph. I opened the door and Ralph was standing in the doorway, blocking my exit. He was holding a pair of leather cuffs in his hand. He quietly stated that since the store was empty, and I was here, I should at least try them. His boss would be happy to know that someone was interested in this stuff.
I’m not sure why, but I felt I didn’t have a choice. I submissively agreed to try the cuffs if Ralph removed them when asked. I was feeling intimidated in this place. What if there was trouble and my friends or my employer learned I was in this store? Also, considering my male bondage curiosity, being buzzed, and the bulge in my shorts, may have influenced my decision.
Ralph strapped the cuffs on my wrists, turned me around and pulled my arms behind my back, then clipped them together.
As I stood there in the booth, he asked, “How does that feel.” With my head looking down, I shyly responded, “Tight but comfortable.”
Ralph whispered, “I have something else for you, Patrick.” He pulled a black cloth hood (Lycra) over my head until the mouth and eyeholes were in place. He told me to open my mouth and quickly pushed in and strapped a black ball gag. The gag strained my mouth, but I adjusted to the size.
Ralph stated, “I can smell you have been drinking, so it’s best you don’t drive right now.” So much for being set free. Besides, Ralph's fat rough hand was inside my shorts rubbing my cock through my bike pants. I was confused why I did not object or put up a fight. I was not gay, at least not to this point. It seemed I enjoyed not being able to stop his deviant advances on my body.
He pushed my shorts down and had me step out of them. He phished my cock out the pee hole and started stoking me. I thought he would make me cum, and it would be over. Instead, he stopped, and guided me out of the booth and through the store to the storage room for employees (and I guess, bound young men) only.
Ralph said he closed and locked the store and needed to turn off the lights soon, or the cops might stop by to check on the store. I thought, whatever he was going to do, it would happen quickly.
I watch Ralph take a small strap (cock strap) and snapped it tightly around my hard cock. He grabbed a long black string, like a shoelace, and tightly wrap my ball sack until it stretched, and my balls were forced downward.
This made my cock and balls very hard and sensitive. Ralph teased them, making me groan and twist my body. He placed a collar around my neck and attached a leather leash. Ralph grabbed the belt from my shorts and tightened it around my waist. He attached two thin belts to the back of my waist belt and let them hang.
He pulled the leash on my collar down until I was bent forward at the waist. This made my ass stick up and out. He cut a big hole in my bike pants. I felt something wet, which was lube, and he worked his fat finger around my hole. He started pushing the finger in my ass. I never had anything in my ass before, so I started to fight his intrusion.
Ralph told me to relax and push my ass out. I was glad I showered and cleaned back there. Pretty quickly, I accepted the finger and the feeling of it, working in and out of my ass. Adding more lube, he worked a second finger in, and I started to push back, accepting the fullness in my ass.
Ralph reached for something that felt hard and thick while pushing it in my ass. It hurt, until it popped in my ass, which was a butt plug.
He then took the hanging straps, pulled them through my legs and up on each side of my cock, and attached them to the front of my belt. This effectively pushed the plug deep in my ass and kept it in place. My cock was sticking straight out, and Ralph started to slowly stroke it and pulled on my balls, while I moaned and tried to rub my body against him to meet each stroke. I was willingly accepting my fate. Here I was behaving like a gay slut with a man who was almost old enough to be my grandfather.
Ralph grabbed my leash, and I walked as he pulled me back into the store. Each step moved the butt plug in my ass, sending sensations to my cock.
It was about 11:30 pm when I passed a wall clock. Ralph said he rented the apartment attached to the back of the store. He led me out a side door to a small entrance area with a door to the left. I was hoping no one would come through the front door and see me.
Ralph opened the side door and pulled me inside. It was small, dark, and dingy inside, making me feel more excited and vulnerable. There was an old couch and TV in front of the room and a kitchen on the left side. Also, there was a doorway leading to some other rooms.
Ralph said he lived alone, and no one would bother us. He led me to the couch and pushed me down, so I was sitting. He again started to stroke my sensitive cock and wrapped his other arm around my waist, pulling me underneath him.
He was gyrating against me while he continued to handle my cock. I was getting close, but he stopped. He removed my gag and gave me some water from a bottle. I started to tell him it was late, and I needed to get home. He just shoved the ball gag back in my mouth and tightened the strap.
Then Ralph put cuffs on my ankles and attached them together. He wrapped and tightened belts below my knees and around my thighs. I knew I was under his control, and I was not leaving.
Ralph turned on the TV with a VCR, which was already loaded. It was a home movie of guys in bondage. Ralph came over, sat next to me, and jerked my cock while I was watching. The movie was a compilation of short scenes, some in color and others in black and white. There was no sound. Some guys would be tied and gagged, wearing a hood or blindfold. Never any faces. Sometimes they were sucking cock or getting fucked in different position.
Ralph pushed me down to the floor in a kneeling position with my back to the TV. He pulled his pants and underwear down to expose his cock. It wasn’t that long, but thick.
He was stroking it in front of me and getting harder. Then, reaching out for me, he pulled my head down to his cock and unstrapped the ball gag. I never sucked cock before, so he instructed me to lick his cock head and shaft. I started to lick his cock up and down. Ralph pushed my head down on his balls and I licked them while he started to move his hips and moan.
He lifted my head and put my mouth on the tip of his cock. I took his cock in my mouth and slowly moved my head up and down, getting more of it in my mouth.
Soon, I had all of this thick cock in my mouth. I was enjoying the feeling of having a cock in my mouth as Ralph moved my head move up and down. Ralph began calling me all kinds of names, cocksucker, faggot whore, his gay bondage slut.
This just made me suck harder. I wanted him to cum, but, he made me stop and put the ball gag back in my mouth. Ralph lifted me back onto the couch and said he needed to get something from the store. He left me there watching the movie.
While Ralph was gone, I noticed the background of the film. It was a bedroom with a mirror where you could see someone filming with a home movie camera. I was watching these bound guys being fucked or sucking cock. With a butt plug still in my ass, I was wondering what else Ralph was going to do to me. I was getting nervous waiting for Ralph’s return.
Shortly, I heard Ralph coming in the door and twisting around to see him. He had a shopping bag in his hand. He got me to my feet and helped me shuffle over to the side of the room in front of a furniture mirror.
I could see myself bound and helpless with my rock-hard cock sticking out. Ralph unstrapped the crotch belts and slowly pulled out the butt plug. It felt wide open in my ass. He removed my gag and the hood.
This time I said nothing.
He pulled out a leather hood from the bag with a zipper in the back. He pulled it over my head and zipped the back. Next, he showed me this leather piece with snaps and a thick, short rubber penis. He pushed this (penis gag) in my mouth and snapped it on the hood. This filled my mouth and made it harder to make a sound other than a low-level moan.
He then produced a medium size dildo; although, it looked pretty large to me. He lubed it and, with his right hand, started to slowly push it in my ass while his lubed left hand was stroking my cock. This was making me moan while my body was pushing, twisting, and squirming.
I was able to watch in the mirror, emphasizing my fag behavior. Ralph was laughing and asking if I wanted to be his bondage boy, and how he would invite his friends over and force me to sexually perform. This was getting hotter, and I would have done anything to cum. Ralph had other plans and knew how to keep me on edge and bring me back down.
Ralph stopped and pulled the dildo out of my well lubed ass. He told me it was the kind of ass guys like to fuck.
Ralph took two wide belts and wrapped them around my upper and lower torso, pinning my arms to my back. In the mirror, I looked like the bound guy on the magazine cover. My legs together with cuffs and belts in my black socks and sneakers, my bike pants with my tied cock and balls sticking out, my upper body restrained with belts in my black T-shirt, and my head covered by a leather hood and gagged wearing a collar. I was trying to stay balanced while my ass pushed out in an inviting way for anyone who wanted to use me. I was someone’s bondage toy, hoping to be taken.
As I stood looking in the mirror, I saw Ralph behind me with his pants and underwear off. He took a padded panel and covered my eyes and snapped it on the hood. I was in complete darkness. Until now, I had seen everything that has happened.
I felt Ralph come up behind me, placing his big hands on my hips. I felt his cock at my hole and could tell he put on a condom.
Then without notice, he pushed his cock all the way in, and I just groaned. I could not move as Ralph pulled my ass back and forth as he fucked me. He was asking me if I liked his cock and how it felt in my ass. All I could do was move my head up and down and make inaudible sounds from behind the gag. I was in a constant state of arousal. This went on for a short while, and I could hear Ralph’s breathing get faster and his thrusts pushing deeper. I was hoping he was going to cum in my ass. The ultimate submission.
Ralph just stopped and I heard the door open. This guy came in, asking Ralph if this was our new bondage slut. I just stood there motionless.
Who the hell is this guy? Is he going to hurt me? Ralph came over and said, “This is Paul. He owns this building and the adult bookstore.”
Paul added, “I’m the guy who owns the stuff on you. I need to get something out of the deal.” This was a new development. I was regretting my decision to stop by.
Paul told Ralph to go back to fucking me. I felt Ralph’s hands on my hips again, and he easily slid his cock back in my ass.
I was helpless to do anything, and Ralph’s cock was feeling good inside my ass. He didn’t seem to miss a beat. I was on edge, trying to get more of his cock in me and hoping he would cum. I then felt Paul grab my cock and his big hands worked it while Ralph continued breeding me.
I was really working and pushing hard against Ralph. He was getting close, and started calling out that he was going to cum. He finally pushed in me as far as he could and started pumping cum. I could feel every time his cock ejected inside me.
When he pulled out, Paul took off my gag and lowered me to my knees. He made me clean Ralph’s cum soaked cock with my mouth. I liked the taste of his cum and just keep licking and sucking.
Paul pulled me away and put his own cock in my mouth. It was longer than Ralph’s and just as thick. I started to think how it would feel in my ass.
When I was in my early twenties, a buddy and I were invited to a bachelor party. We needed a gag gift, so we decided to visit an adult bookstore. This was my first time in such a place.
While looking around, I saw a magazine cover showing a guy, hooded, in black leather, strapped in belts, and gagged. When I looked over towards the counter, the older man running the place seemed to notice my interest and gave me a grin. This made me nervous, and I pretended not to notice. We bought some old porn magazines and left. I was relieved to get out, and my friend and I laughed about the experience.
Sometimes, I caught myself thinking of the magazine image, which seemed troubling. I had some bondage experiences with girls (including my girlfriend at the time) that I enjoyed. Nothing too elaborate, handcuffs, ropes, and cloth gags. This was different. I never considered male bondage, and this made me just a little curious.
A few months later in the summer, I was in my apartment deciding what to do on a Thursday night. My girlfriend was out with her friends, and I was off the next day.
I decided to visit an outside bar, about 30 minutes away, and hook up with friends. I took a shower and since it was summer, I wore bike pants, under my shorts, a black tight T-shirt, black athletic socks and sneakers. At the time, I was thin and athletic, 5’10’, 160 lbs., and looked young for my age.
I met my friends, had a few shots, a couple mixed drinks, and was buzzed. I decided to leave. Heading home, I passed the same bookstore I was in a few months earlier. Being buzzed, and remembering the last visit, I made the bad decision to turn around. Being on my own, I could look around and no one would know.
The parking lot was empty, and I was concerned someone might see my car. I parked in the back, walked in, and saw the same counter guy. He had that middle age body and look. He was my height, heavier, and in his late fifties, or maybe sixty.
Looking up at me, he said, “Closing in 30 minutes.” Since I was the only customer, the store was quiet. I browsed the magazine section and drifted back to the bondage magazines along the wall.
I viewed the same magazine cover with the leather-bound male, along with a few others that featured bound men. I started to feel some weird attraction and was getting embarrassed. The counter guy surprised me, now just behind me, and said, “You were in here before, looking at these magazines”.
I kind of half smiled and moved away with my head looking down. As I got to the corner of the wall, there was a display rack with a few of handcuffs, blindfolds and butt plugs.
The counter guy, who was following, asked if I was interested in bondage. He then introduced himself as Ralph.
I responded, “Just curious.” Ralph went on to tell me he had better stuff in the back if I was interested. He was giving me this creepy feeling yet, I was interested, curious and maybe a little excited.
I just said, “Thanks” and kept moving. I did tell him my name was Patrick to be polite, but I was really starting to get that feeling I should leave.
There was a small entrance way on the side that led to a dimly lit hallway. On the left side of the hall were a few video booths. Ralph said I needed quarters to, “Feed the machine.”
I got two dollars' worth of quarters and entered a booth at the far end, showing a lesbian flick. This was my first time in a video booth. I closed the door, not realizing there was no lock, and dropped in my quarters.
After watching a few minutes, my cock started getting hard, and I was rubbing it through my shorts. I was standing, focused on the movie, and jumped at the knock on the door. The door opened as I turned around. It was obvious what I was doing with a cock (7.5”) bulge in my shorts.
Ralph said, “Closing in 10 minutes.” He had this condescending grin standing there. Ralph closed the door and walked away. Just a few minutes later, the movie stopped, and I turned to leave, hoping to avoid Ralph. I opened the door and Ralph was standing in the doorway, blocking my exit. He was holding a pair of leather cuffs in his hand. He quietly stated that since the store was empty, and I was here, I should at least try them. His boss would be happy to know that someone was interested in this stuff.
I’m not sure why, but I felt I didn’t have a choice. I submissively agreed to try the cuffs if Ralph removed them when asked. I was feeling intimidated in this place. What if there was trouble and my friends or my employer learned I was in this store? Also, considering my male bondage curiosity, being buzzed, and the bulge in my shorts, may have influenced my decision.
Ralph strapped the cuffs on my wrists, turned me around and pulled my arms behind my back, then clipped them together.
As I stood there in the booth, he asked, “How does that feel.” With my head looking down, I shyly responded, “Tight but comfortable.”
Ralph whispered, “I have something else for you, Patrick.” He pulled a black cloth hood (Lycra) over my head until the mouth and eyeholes were in place. He told me to open my mouth and quickly pushed in and strapped a black ball gag. The gag strained my mouth, but I adjusted to the size.
Ralph stated, “I can smell you have been drinking, so it’s best you don’t drive right now.” So much for being set free. Besides, Ralph's fat rough hand was inside my shorts rubbing my cock through my bike pants. I was confused why I did not object or put up a fight. I was not gay, at least not to this point. It seemed I enjoyed not being able to stop his deviant advances on my body.
He pushed my shorts down and had me step out of them. He phished my cock out the pee hole and started stoking me. I thought he would make me cum, and it would be over. Instead, he stopped, and guided me out of the booth and through the store to the storage room for employees (and I guess, bound young men) only.
Ralph said he closed and locked the store and needed to turn off the lights soon, or the cops might stop by to check on the store. I thought, whatever he was going to do, it would happen quickly.
I watch Ralph take a small strap (cock strap) and snapped it tightly around my hard cock. He grabbed a long black string, like a shoelace, and tightly wrap my ball sack until it stretched, and my balls were forced downward.
This made my cock and balls very hard and sensitive. Ralph teased them, making me groan and twist my body. He placed a collar around my neck and attached a leather leash. Ralph grabbed the belt from my shorts and tightened it around my waist. He attached two thin belts to the back of my waist belt and let them hang.
He pulled the leash on my collar down until I was bent forward at the waist. This made my ass stick up and out. He cut a big hole in my bike pants. I felt something wet, which was lube, and he worked his fat finger around my hole. He started pushing the finger in my ass. I never had anything in my ass before, so I started to fight his intrusion.
Ralph told me to relax and push my ass out. I was glad I showered and cleaned back there. Pretty quickly, I accepted the finger and the feeling of it, working in and out of my ass. Adding more lube, he worked a second finger in, and I started to push back, accepting the fullness in my ass.
Ralph reached for something that felt hard and thick while pushing it in my ass. It hurt, until it popped in my ass, which was a butt plug.
He then took the hanging straps, pulled them through my legs and up on each side of my cock, and attached them to the front of my belt. This effectively pushed the plug deep in my ass and kept it in place. My cock was sticking straight out, and Ralph started to slowly stroke it and pulled on my balls, while I moaned and tried to rub my body against him to meet each stroke. I was willingly accepting my fate. Here I was behaving like a gay slut with a man who was almost old enough to be my grandfather.
Ralph grabbed my leash, and I walked as he pulled me back into the store. Each step moved the butt plug in my ass, sending sensations to my cock.
It was about 11:30 pm when I passed a wall clock. Ralph said he rented the apartment attached to the back of the store. He led me out a side door to a small entrance area with a door to the left. I was hoping no one would come through the front door and see me.
Ralph opened the side door and pulled me inside. It was small, dark, and dingy inside, making me feel more excited and vulnerable. There was an old couch and TV in front of the room and a kitchen on the left side. Also, there was a doorway leading to some other rooms.
Ralph said he lived alone, and no one would bother us. He led me to the couch and pushed me down, so I was sitting. He again started to stroke my sensitive cock and wrapped his other arm around my waist, pulling me underneath him.
He was gyrating against me while he continued to handle my cock. I was getting close, but he stopped. He removed my gag and gave me some water from a bottle. I started to tell him it was late, and I needed to get home. He just shoved the ball gag back in my mouth and tightened the strap.
Then Ralph put cuffs on my ankles and attached them together. He wrapped and tightened belts below my knees and around my thighs. I knew I was under his control, and I was not leaving.
Ralph turned on the TV with a VCR, which was already loaded. It was a home movie of guys in bondage. Ralph came over, sat next to me, and jerked my cock while I was watching. The movie was a compilation of short scenes, some in color and others in black and white. There was no sound. Some guys would be tied and gagged, wearing a hood or blindfold. Never any faces. Sometimes they were sucking cock or getting fucked in different position.
Ralph pushed me down to the floor in a kneeling position with my back to the TV. He pulled his pants and underwear down to expose his cock. It wasn’t that long, but thick.
He was stroking it in front of me and getting harder. Then, reaching out for me, he pulled my head down to his cock and unstrapped the ball gag. I never sucked cock before, so he instructed me to lick his cock head and shaft. I started to lick his cock up and down. Ralph pushed my head down on his balls and I licked them while he started to move his hips and moan.
He lifted my head and put my mouth on the tip of his cock. I took his cock in my mouth and slowly moved my head up and down, getting more of it in my mouth.
Soon, I had all of this thick cock in my mouth. I was enjoying the feeling of having a cock in my mouth as Ralph moved my head move up and down. Ralph began calling me all kinds of names, cocksucker, faggot whore, his gay bondage slut.
This just made me suck harder. I wanted him to cum, but, he made me stop and put the ball gag back in my mouth. Ralph lifted me back onto the couch and said he needed to get something from the store. He left me there watching the movie.
While Ralph was gone, I noticed the background of the film. It was a bedroom with a mirror where you could see someone filming with a home movie camera. I was watching these bound guys being fucked or sucking cock. With a butt plug still in my ass, I was wondering what else Ralph was going to do to me. I was getting nervous waiting for Ralph’s return.
Shortly, I heard Ralph coming in the door and twisting around to see him. He had a shopping bag in his hand. He got me to my feet and helped me shuffle over to the side of the room in front of a furniture mirror.
I could see myself bound and helpless with my rock-hard cock sticking out. Ralph unstrapped the crotch belts and slowly pulled out the butt plug. It felt wide open in my ass. He removed my gag and the hood.
This time I said nothing.
He pulled out a leather hood from the bag with a zipper in the back. He pulled it over my head and zipped the back. Next, he showed me this leather piece with snaps and a thick, short rubber penis. He pushed this (penis gag) in my mouth and snapped it on the hood. This filled my mouth and made it harder to make a sound other than a low-level moan.
He then produced a medium size dildo; although, it looked pretty large to me. He lubed it and, with his right hand, started to slowly push it in my ass while his lubed left hand was stroking my cock. This was making me moan while my body was pushing, twisting, and squirming.
I was able to watch in the mirror, emphasizing my fag behavior. Ralph was laughing and asking if I wanted to be his bondage boy, and how he would invite his friends over and force me to sexually perform. This was getting hotter, and I would have done anything to cum. Ralph had other plans and knew how to keep me on edge and bring me back down.
Ralph stopped and pulled the dildo out of my well lubed ass. He told me it was the kind of ass guys like to fuck.
Ralph took two wide belts and wrapped them around my upper and lower torso, pinning my arms to my back. In the mirror, I looked like the bound guy on the magazine cover. My legs together with cuffs and belts in my black socks and sneakers, my bike pants with my tied cock and balls sticking out, my upper body restrained with belts in my black T-shirt, and my head covered by a leather hood and gagged wearing a collar. I was trying to stay balanced while my ass pushed out in an inviting way for anyone who wanted to use me. I was someone’s bondage toy, hoping to be taken.
As I stood looking in the mirror, I saw Ralph behind me with his pants and underwear off. He took a padded panel and covered my eyes and snapped it on the hood. I was in complete darkness. Until now, I had seen everything that has happened.
I felt Ralph come up behind me, placing his big hands on my hips. I felt his cock at my hole and could tell he put on a condom.
Then without notice, he pushed his cock all the way in, and I just groaned. I could not move as Ralph pulled my ass back and forth as he fucked me. He was asking me if I liked his cock and how it felt in my ass. All I could do was move my head up and down and make inaudible sounds from behind the gag. I was in a constant state of arousal. This went on for a short while, and I could hear Ralph’s breathing get faster and his thrusts pushing deeper. I was hoping he was going to cum in my ass. The ultimate submission.
Ralph just stopped and I heard the door open. This guy came in, asking Ralph if this was our new bondage slut. I just stood there motionless.
Who the hell is this guy? Is he going to hurt me? Ralph came over and said, “This is Paul. He owns this building and the adult bookstore.”
Paul added, “I’m the guy who owns the stuff on you. I need to get something out of the deal.” This was a new development. I was regretting my decision to stop by.
Paul told Ralph to go back to fucking me. I felt Ralph’s hands on my hips again, and he easily slid his cock back in my ass.
I was helpless to do anything, and Ralph’s cock was feeling good inside my ass. He didn’t seem to miss a beat. I was on edge, trying to get more of his cock in me and hoping he would cum. I then felt Paul grab my cock and his big hands worked it while Ralph continued breeding me.
I was really working and pushing hard against Ralph. He was getting close, and started calling out that he was going to cum. He finally pushed in me as far as he could and started pumping cum. I could feel every time his cock ejected inside me.
When he pulled out, Paul took off my gag and lowered me to my knees. He made me clean Ralph’s cum soaked cock with my mouth. I liked the taste of his cum and just keep licking and sucking.
Paul pulled me away and put his own cock in my mouth. It was longer than Ralph’s and just as thick. I started to think how it would feel in my ass.
