This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to real people is purely coincidental. This story involves gay sex and is intended for adults only. If it offends you or is illegal for you to read such a story, please exit this web page now. It includes unsafe sex practices 'coz it's just words on a screen; for those who live in the real world, practice safe sex.
This is part 3 of a six-part series.
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Pool boy Paul was driving me nuts! At times I would see him as a lucky bastard of a man; on other times, his just a bastard. Right about then, I viewed him as the latter.
Paul said he was gonna check on me later. Well, I haven't seen him for more than two months. Granted I still had school, though I tried to come home early, Paul wasn't there anymore. I came home one day and the swimming pool was all done.
Not only did Paul leave me with my hands tied behind me (it took me the rest of the day trying to take it out) but for two grueling weeks I haven't gotten off; haven't even laid a finger on my piss pipe. That was two weeks of torture especially since I've met Paul, my sexual appetite has increased a hundred-fold. Locker room time was problematic - I was sporting a woody all the time. Guys who I didn't notice before I now imagine doing lewd acts with me. I even started lusting after my best bud Tony.
At the end of those two weeks, I gave in. I pumped, I shot, that was it. I was then back to my regular daily hand job.
School was finally out, Summer was here. I had come to terms that I was gay. Things have settled into a pleasant routine. So, you can probably imagine my surprise when one day I come home and find Paul sitting on the living room couch, his muscular arms spread out on the back of the couch. He had on a tight fitting shirt and jeans. He was wearing a pair of black leather boots and the same belt that he hit me with before. Paul looked hot. He was one lucky bastard of a man.
"What are you doing here?" I stammered.
Just then, my dad came out from the kitchen holding two frosted bottles of beer.
"Oh, hi son. You remember Paul, don't you, Linda's nephew. He also worked on our pool." my dad said to me then he handed Paul a beer, "This is my son, Matt."
Paul stood up and extended his hands to me. Deja vu, I thought. I timidly reached over and shook his hand.
"Hi Matt, nice to meet you" Paul said, flashing that smile that melted me the first time I saw it.
"Oh, hi. How are you?" I managed to say. I felt my dick twitch.
"Paul here is going to stay with us for a while. He lost his apartment due to, let's just say, an unscrupulous landlord. He'll be staying with us till he finds a new one." My dad says. He takes a swig of the beer then looks over to Paul.
"Don't rush it Paul. You can stay with us as long as you need. You want to get a decent place this time. One where the landlord is not in the most wanted list." my dad says and they both laugh.
I can't believe it, the person of my dreams and nightmare is back, sitting in our living room, laughing and drinking beer with my dad. I suddenly felt a chill go down my spine - I just remembered - I didn't keep the rules.
Later, I led Paul to the guest room, which was across from my room on the second floor. Once there, he surprised me by pulling my shorts down. Thankfully, I wasn't wearing any underwear. This was the one rule I never broke simply because I got used to it. He smiled.
"How about beating off, have you kept your hands off your dick?" he asked me.
"I did, I mean, for the first two weeks I didn't touch myself. Not even once, sir. I didn't know you were coming back, sir, so I... well..."
"Tsk... tsk... tsk..., You deserve a lifetime of punishment for that." Paul said, "I can live with that."
He laughed.
"Okay, you can go now, boy. Oh, just remember, since I'm going to be a guest here, you are not to lock your bedroom door, got that."
"Sir, yes, sir" I said.
He slaps my dick a couple of times.
"Thank you sir" I say before leaving.
Later that night, I was woken from my sleep by someone tugging away my pajamas.
"You still were pjs?" Paul said quite amused.
Before I could say anything, he made me get down on my knees. He took out his shorts and he stood there in his naked glory. My night light making his tan look all the more golden.
"Get working." He said.
I did. I licked and sucked like I was a mother kitten finding her lost kittens. I got him hard and dripping in no time. He started to moan. I was afraid he would wake dad and Linda up whose bedroom is directly below mine. Before he got too close to shooting, Paul directs me to bend over the edge of my desk. He spat on his hand then rubbed his pole. I started to worry. It wasn't that I hadn't fantasized about the moment but right there, right then was not how I imagined it to be.
"Please, Paul, sir. Can I just suck you off. I'm not ready yet. I'll -"
He punches me in the gut. I doubled over.
"I'm not asking you bitch. Your forgetting that I own you and that means your pussy ass as well as your mouth." he said in a loud whisper. "Now, unless you want to wake the whole house up I suggest you do as I tell you."
I go to the edge of my desk and brace myself with the palms of my hands on top the desk.
"Lower" Paul says, pushing me down further.
He licked his index finger which he inserts all the way inside my butt. He wiggles it a bit. It felt weird but not all that unpleasant. I still dreaded what was coming though.
"Should I get some lotion, sir?" I ask.
"Shut the fuck up."
He grabbed my pajamas and stuffed as much of it as he can into my mouth then he held me in position. I started to panic. I pull the cloth out. Next thing I knew, he throws me to the bed. He grabs both my wrists with one hand and forces me, face down, by the edge of the bed. He puts his weight on me and I could no longer move. He then uses his legs to spread mine apart. With his free hand, he guided his cock into my virgin ass.
"Please, Paul, no. Don't do this. I'm not ready yet. I don't want to -"
He shoves his enourmous prick inside. I gasp in pain.
"I will be the one to tell you when your ready, bitch." he whispers into my ears.
He doesnt move though, I guess he was letting me adjust to his assault. But it was a short reprieve for soon he started humping me. He actually digged deeper than his initial thrust. I felt like I was being ripped apart. I tried to push him away but I couldn't even budge him.
"Take it pussy boy. This is what you were born for. You were made for my cock!"
I was in tears. I was still trying to get away but with every attempt I felt more and more hopeless. I slowly resigned to my fate.
"Yeah, that's it, Matt, just take it in. Just take my cock in. Your totally mine now." Paul said, his voice a lot more calmer though his poun-ing did not let up. "I'm taking your cherry, boy. Little Matt is getting his ass fucked good while his old man is sleeping downstairs. Oh, if daddy could see his church boy now."
Paul's words disturbed me. They were all true and it humiliated me deep inside. With that feeling, however, was a feeling of surrender. I was Paul's bitch and I couldn't do anything about it now. What shamed me more was that my own dick actually hardened. The rubbing against the bedsheets help keep it that way too. The pain? The pain was still there but it felt overshadowed by the pleasure I was starting to feel. I moaned deeply. This seemed to have incited Paul even more for he started to increase his tempo. He was fucking me in earnest now.
Without warning though he pulls out and gets off me. At first I thought we've been found out but a quick glance at the door tells me it wasn't so. I turned around to look at Paul, his cock was glistening in the low light. I couldn't believe that gigantic thing was just inside me.
"You want some more, bitch?"
I nodded my head then, realizing, added "Yes, sir".
"Well, then you have to beg me for it."
I didn't hesitate. I wanted that monstrous pole inside my ass again. I wanted it to pound away inside of me.
"Please, sir, could you fuck me with your big cock, sir. I want you to fuck my pussy hole sir. I want you to cum inside of me."
What I did next, surprised even myself. I crawled to his fuck stick and started licking it. It had shit and blood on it, my blood! Still, I licked it like it was the best damn tasting lollipop I've ever tasted.
"Your such a fucking whore. Okay, since you asked so nicely, lie down on the bed."
I positioned myself in a jiffy - my legs spread wide across the bed. He turns me around so that I'm facing him then pulls me towards the edge of the bed. I
lift my legs up in the air. He guides himself in. This time, his dick slips right in. He doesn't pause this time either, instead, he goes directly into a quick rythm. He was hitting parts of me in there that I just turned to jelly. My legs resting on his shoulders, my eyes start to close with the surge of pleasure.
"Look at me when I fuck you." Paul said.
I look at him. His jaw was agape as he breathe heavily. This fucking dude was fucking fucking me, I thought. Then without warning, I was shooting cum all
over myself, some reaching as far up as my neck. A split second later, Paul goes postal on my hole and he shoots deep, way deep, inside of me.
"fuck" he says.
Paul made me lick him clean. He laid beside me for a while, catching his breathe, then later went back to his room. It was not five minutes later when I
heard someone flush the toilet downstairs. Shit, I thought, I hope dad or Linda did not hear us.
To be continued...