After I split up with my first boyfriend Brian, I discovered the internet properly. Chat rooms were a big thing at the time and I would spend hours chatting to random gay guys all over the country. Not having met many gay people outside of my home town, I learned a lot about the outside world very quickly. Some of these guys became life long friends (and they still want me to drill their holes but those are other stories).
One of those I got chatting too very early on was Dan. He was 22, a proper lad who drove a top spec customised Ford Fiesta XR2i, leather trim, red seatbelts, the works. A boy racer type who always maintained he was straight but with an insatiable slutty side and a massive cock. He knew what he wanted and how to manipulate people to get it. He was muscly, good looking and shorter than me - perfect combo and just my type. I drooled over his bubble butt whenever I saw him.
He lived two towns over and had to drive over an hour to get to me. He’d often text me and ask if I was free ‘for a catch up’. I would usually make myself available - what 20yo would say no?!
I still didn’t drive so he’d pick me up and we’d go out to this secluded spot off the main road between my home and the next town over.
He was a bit of a dick, always making comments about how he didn’t like ‘the gays’ (but I was OK) and how camp people turned him off. He’d make stupid comments about how I desperately wanted him because he was straight (it was obvious that he was NOT straight at all and he wanted me - it was a lot of effort to get me me and he could have found people / girls a lot closer). I just wanted to fuck him so I ignored or accepted his shit. I was still super shy and had no idea how to pick up guys, or any notion of how much bigger my cock is than most guys and how much control I could have over bottom sluts.
The first time we met, I was shitting myself. He was the first person I met off the internet and we were going for a drink at the nearest gay bar. I never told him exactly where I lived and he always picked me up from the end of the road - it’s stupid I know but it turned out he knew one of my friends so if anything happened to me, she’d know to pin it on him.
I arranged for him to pick me up after he finished work at 10pm one Friday night. It was dark and my parents thought I was mad or up to no good I’m sure. I’m 6’1, slim build, brown hair and eyes so the oversized bright green T-shirt, baggy black jeans and grubby white trainers were not a good look on me. I also have a 8.5”, thick cock with a fat head that constantly sprang up at the slightest hint of contact so the baggy jeans were also a must for me.
When I was in my late teens, I’d wear joggers and, realising it felt amazing not to wear briefs, no pants most of the time. This led to embarrassing situations when playing rough and tumble with my friends. I always got hard instantly and most of them stared at the monster poking out of my groin and precum spots that inevitably followed. I tried tight fitting jeans and tshirts but i didnt feel comfortable with my cock constantly straining for release. I soon realised that’s not acceptable as I grew up and started work so baggy jeans it was. Still no briefs though.
Standing at the end of the road, Dan's dark blue XR2i pulled up next to me.
Fuck. This is happening.
He opened the passenger window and I froze.
‘Christian?’
‘Yeah, Dan?’
‘Fuck mate you’re hot for gay lad. Get in. I know a place we can go.’ That’s not what I had planned but my dick started thinking for me - he was fit as fuck and his cocky attitude made him hotter.
I jumped in and he sped off. I instantly panicked but it was too late now. He was taring through residential streets way faster than was safe. Showing off his ‘driving skills’, the way boy racers do. Finally we made it to the open road and to the dual carriageway. As we left one of the main roundabouts, he made a sharp left, lost control of the car and even with my seatbelt, almost threw me out of my seat and crashing into the side of him. He barely recovered on the road and apologised as it was obvious that I’d almost crapped myself at this dick move - he did too. He never did that again while I was in the car.
He said he’d make it up to me as he made another left turn and up a short farm track. Stopping at the gate at the end and turning off the engine and his lights. He knew exactly where he was going from the start.
I’m now sat with a complete stranger in his car in the middle of nowhere, no idea where I am, in the dark, seconds after he nearly killed me. I was insane. My heart was racing and I really wanted to leave. Then I realised what he meant by making it up to me. The full moon shone through the windows and in a moment I saw his expression change from boy racer to pleading horny fucker.
‘I really want to suck you cock. Will you let me?’ He said in a wimpy whiney voice. He wasn’t acting.
‘I’m not sure I can right now. You almost killed us. It’s a bit of a buzz kill. We should go back.’
‘But I really need to suck cock and I want to be fucked. Please will you do it? I know you want me.’ He started undoing his belt, reached into his jeans and rubbed his cock through his boxers. Never breaking eye contact.
Being 20 and constantly horny, my dick responded instantly and I told him he could but it would have to be quick.
As I unzipped my jeans, his head dropped into my lap and he started making approving noises as the realised I’d gone commando and just how hung I was. Licking my bell end, he guided my hand to his dick to wank him off. It was perfect. As thick as a baby’s arm and one of the longest and most beautiful cocks I have ever seen. I can count the number of guys is have met bigger than me on one hand and even now he’s close to the top of the list.
As I slowly wanked him, he got down to sucking properly. He pulled out my cock, spat on it and sucked it like a pro, fast, slow, deep throating, you name it, this guy did it expertly - there was no way this dude was straight, I could push my hips up and hold his head down and he accepted everything. No gag reflex whatsoever. I was in heaven. He moaned like a bitch when I ran my fingers through his close cropped black hair and held him down with my pubes rammed into his nose.
He was always perfectly groomed when he picked me up and looked like a used rag when I was done with him. Hair all over the place, creased or no T-shirt, blood shot eyes and my load leaking out of his hole and onto his drivers seat, but a look of sheer satisfaction on his face. I hadn’t realised my potential as a dom yet but I knew how to get what I wanted and right now, I needed to cum and I didn’t care how.
After about 5 minutes, he came up for air. ‘Please fuck me. Please sir. I need your fat cock in my boy hole.’
He was already getting into the back seat and presenting his perfectly smooth arse to my face. He squeezed himself in to the back, head firmly placed in the corner of the back of the seat and hole ready for fucking - already lubed. I positioned myself in the back next to him and lined up my dick to his hole - there isn’t much room in the back of a small hatchback like this so it was a bit of a task but the second my dick touched his hole, he thrust back and swallowed me whole, with zero effort.
I slid all the way to the hilt in one move. I’d never felt anything like it. He was warm and tight. Despite being prepped - he had amazing muscle control and made the best noises when I got balls deep. A proper guttural ‘oh fuck yeah, that’s the spot. Fuck me with that massive cock mate. You’re really stretching me out.’ came muffled from the corner of the back seat. I held for a second while I got used to this slut’s attitude (I was new to this) and then I fucked him. Not a nice slow, deep fuck, I fucked him into next week. Banged into him so hard that his head was banging into the door and he was screaming every time my hips connected with his arse with a loud slap. He didn’t care and I didn’t give a shit. I just fucked until I was ready to cum.
After less than 5 minutes, I felt my balls tighten and he felt it too as he played with them. ‘Please sir, give me your load. I need to feel you pump your seed into my boy hole. Fuck me sir. Breed me, please!’
Seconds later as he gripped my ball sack, he was crumpled up in a tight ball in the corner of his back seat being pumped full of my 20y/o cum. I was spent and he was purring like a kitten, thanking me for using his holes properly.
I unloaded a full days load into his perfect arse and pulsed my cock repeatedly so that he knew I was still in his pussy. He moaned so loud every time I did that, I’m surprised the farmer didn’t come out and investigate.
I pulled out and heard my cum splatter onto the leather of his back seat. In all the times I fucked him, he never came. He was always as solid as a rock while getting pounded but the minute I was done and he had my load in his cunt, he was flaccid. Just how proper sluts should be, but at the time, I was disappointed.
I pulled up my jeans and got back in the front while he pulled up his joggers and unfolded himself from his awkward position. I saw my load instantly make his joggers soaking wet around the arse as he pulled them over those perfect cheeks.
He got back into the front seat and turned back into his cocky straight boy racer persona. I just sat there, listening to his shit while the car demisted. Thinking what a fit and amazing fuck he was and how empty my balls felt.
We were so hot and sweaty we’d steamed up the windows and it took 10 minutes for them to clear so we could leave.
We left the farm track and he dropped me off where he picked me up 20 minutes later. Before I even got back into my house, he had text asking me to meet for a proper drink the following night.
We never did get that drink, I ploughed his perfect arse almost every week for about 6 months and on and off for a almost a year after that. Always exactly the same scenario and in the same place. Then he just disappeared.
He met a girl and got her pregnant, married her and apparently now lives with her in Australia. Im sure he’s still taking it up the hoop when she’s not looking :D.
A couple of months after Dan ghosted me in a break from our regular fucking, I got chatting to a lad called Craig who lived not far from me. He was a few months older than me and really got off on hearing my stories about Mr H, Brian and Dan. He was interested in exploring his sub side and I was just getting to grips with my role too.
‘I’m visiting my parents tonight. you want me to drive past yours and pick you up?’
‘It’s an hour detour. You sure?’
‘I just have to see this dick of yours for real and never really done it outside. I’m scared as fuck and no idea where to go though.’
‘How about I take you up to Dan’s spot and fuck you in the same place?’
‘Oh fuck that's so hot. I might chicken out though.’
‘That’s fine, no pressure.’
Later that night, Craig appeared in his car outside my house. He had a small hatchback too but it was far from a boy racer car. More like your mum’s old car she gave you when you passed your test because she didn’t trust you in anything more powerful.
I was looking forward to this. Testing his limits and my resolve to carry stuff out. We’d chatted about loads of scenarios in the weeks before we met. He didn’t want to know what I was going to do to him. I was to decide myself as the mood took. The only rule was that if he screamed or asked me to stop, I was not to stop and just get what I wanted. We had a safe word though. If he uttered ‘umbrella’, that was it, he was properly done.
I got in his car and was faced with this really skinny blonde kid. About my height, hair all scruffy and still sporting a small amount of teenage acne. Good looking though and a cheeky but very scared grin on his face. He wore a loose fitted polo shirt and Levi jeans with nice trainers.
‘So, we’re finally doing this then. I can’t believe you convinced me to fuck outside in the middle of the night.’
‘I think you’ll find that this was your idea. I just filled in a few blanks for you.’ I gave him a quick friendly punch on the arm and we headed up to ‘Dan’s spot’.
Not being a driver and never really paying attention when Dan was driving (my cock was in control) we got lost. After driving around for 20 minutes, we finally found it. Craig pulled up and switched off the engine but left the ignition on so the dashboard lit up our faces.
‘So what’s ne……..’
He hadn’t noticed but I had already undone my jeans and got my rock hard cock out. I grabbed his head and pushed him down onto my cock, forcing myself down his throat. This kid needed training. I instructed him how to cope with my dick as I fed it to him. It didn’t work, he gagged constantly and just couldn’t cope with it. He never has been able to. His eyes streamed and I just wasn’t enjoying it. I went for another approach.
‘Strip. Get in the back on your knees.’
He dutifully obeyed, folding his clothes neatly on the rear shelf. It took him ages. Mostly because he was nervous and shaking constantly. Babbling rubbish about his job. I just sat in the passenger seat, wanking myself off. Watching his pert little arse wriggling around as he got ready for my assault. Finally he assumed the position. On all fours, head in the seat and this lightly blonde peach fuzzed arse up in the air.
I got in the back, spat on his hole and started to loosen him up with a finger. He was tight as fuck and complained it hurt. But as we agreed, I kept going.
I inserted a second finger and he squealed. I kept pushing him, opening my fingers to stretch his hole, spitting on them and inserting another. Each time he cried out and begged me to stop, wriggling his arse, trying to get my fingers out of him but never hard enough to get away if he really needed to. He never uttered his safe word.
With patience, I got three fingers in him and he started to relax. He had my spit dripping off his balls. They glistened with the light from the dashboard. I pushed my fingers deep into him and found his prostate. As I began to massage it, I could see his (average, slim) dick leaking precum. He let out a deep, satisfied moan. We never spoke, he never begged and I never told him what was coming next. I just did as I wanted. His moans meant he was ready for his next surprise. Those glistening balls were my next target. Craig wanted to try out CBT. I wasn’t keen to start with but seeing his balls shining like that, I had to give them a slap. Only a light tap, just to see what happened.
Craig screamed. Loud. But after the initial shock, I realised he was leaking precum like a tap and he was panting in ecstasy. His hole clenched round my fingers and he loved it. My cock jerked and spat out precum. That was fucking hot!
I pressed down quite hard on his prostate and removed my fingers in a quick motion. He moaned and breathed out a sigh of release. But that didn’t last.
His gaping hole needed filling before it retaliated against my finger assault and closed completely. I spat on my dick, spat on his hole, aimed my cock at the closing target and pushed balls deep in one motion. He took the lot, all 8.5” thick inches. He also screamed the place down. The farmer could have heard us from miles around. He begged me to stop but I was too far gone. If he’d said his safe word, I’d have snapped out of it immediately but he didn’t so I pounded him relentlessly. Unlike with Dan, I had to work at Craig’s hole. I had to get him ready to take me. Even though he wanted me to just go for it when we chatted, there’s no way his hole would accept my cock without this foreplay.
All that meant that I lasted for ages. Craig’s hole took an assault from me for a full 30 minutes, non stop. He begged and pleaded with me to stop, screamed and wriggled. I gripped his hips and continued to relentlessly pummel his hole.
I had to make sure he still knew his safe word at one point as I was worried I was taking things too far and he couldn’t stop me. He looked at me, nodded and just said ‘keep fucking me’. So I did, for another 10 minutes I battered his hole with my fat cock.
‘I’m gonna cum soon. Keep fucking me. Carry on fucking me after I’ve cum. I’ll hate it but I want you to do it. Keep going until you shoot. I need your load in me.’
With that came the next part of his CBT journey. I placed my fingers round the base of his cock and balls. I could feel his dick throbbing with the same rhythm of my thrusts into him. As he was about to shoot. I closed my fingers around his cock and balls and squeezed gently, pulling down and stretching his ball sack. I didn’t squeeze hard or hurt him but the simple action of closing my fingers around him and pulling made him panic. Craig exploded into a frenzy of intense orgasm, perceived pain and climax denial as his arse clenched down hard on my dick. He covered the back seat fabric of the car with a think load of cum in 3 or 4 powerful shots.
I wasn’t done though, his pleas for me to stop became more intense as his hole was reluctantly accepting my dick. His senses were overwhelmed with stimulation from his prostate and ring. He was sweating, panting and looked like he was about to pass out.
‘Please stop, I can’t take it anymore.’ I didn't. I couldn't.
After just a minute, I clenched my arse cheeks, rammed my full length into him and I drained my balls into his pussy while he continued to scream in ‘pain’ / ecstasy. I collapsed onto his back as he whimpered with my flexing cock dumping the last few drops of cum into him. As my cock softened and slipped out of him, my load slowly dribbled down his balls, he laughed, exhausted.
We pulled ourselves together, again dealing with steamed up windows and chatted like we were old friends.
When I finally got home, it was almost 2am.
‘Fuck, that was intense. Same time next week?’
‘How are you going to explain the cum stains to your mum?’
Craig and I have been friends for over 25 years and every so often, I’ll give his hole a battering. We’ve both learned a lot about his limits from our many, many fucks and group sessions. He only ever said umbrella once. I can literally make him do anything even though he’s been with his partner for longer than I’ve known him - I punished him royally for cheating on his boyfriend when I found out about that one! He couldn’t walk properly for a week. I still have the video somewhere. It's one of my husband's favourites.
Craig will always be my first and only CBT sub.
