I woke up in the early hours of the morning. My body ached, and my hole was tender—boy, I really did get fucked, hard and fast. Before yesterday, I had never been fucked. Honestly, Angel and I had been drunk out of our asses, and just like the night before, things had gotten out of hand. I had let him turn me into his bitch, and while it was happening, I was a total slut. It was too much to process and think about.
I had a plan to get away and think for a while. I got up, got dressed, and made sure there was a mess in my room. As silently as I could, I walked out into the hallway. I heard Angel snoring—his door always ajar because he had a fear of being locked in, a childhood thing. I took a peek, and there he was, face down, completely naked. He had a nice, round, hairless ass that looked big for his slim frame, but it really was something to look at. Before he fucked me, I had always fantasized about giving him a good fucking. Looking at him relaxed and in deep sleep, I couldn’t help but think of how dominant he was in bed. I never imagined it, and I'm sure Scott didn’t either.
I made my way to the door and passed by Scott’s room. I hadn’t heard him come in, so I pulled on his door gently and opened it. There he was, Scott in all his glory, naked and on his back with his legs open, giving me a great view of his semi-hard cock and big swollen balls. The great thing about Scott is that he's a dead sleeper, meaning unless you cause him pain, he can sleep through anything. On one of our trips to California, he not only slept through a full house party but even a quick little tremor that the state always gets. I walked in and reached out for his cock, squeezing it a few times. It was something to see—nine inches long, thick, and not veiny at all.
I came in close and put my face to his crotch. He smelled like a fuckin' man. I stuck out my tongue and licked his head just a little. I was thinking about what it would feel like to have Scott fuck me. He was built to fuck. As I was ready to take his whole dick in my mouth, I pulled off and composed myself. What had gotten into me? I was acting crazy. I made sure Scott was unbothered, then made my way out of the house and into the car, driving away, feeling confused and even a little betrayed. I know we were drunk, but still, I felt like I was the only one drunk—or the drunkest.
It was 6 a.m. when I pulled into a small diner. I ordered pancakes and coffee with my very energetic hostess, Jenny, before pulling out my laptop and checking things at work. I was on vacation, but my friends always knew I took at least half a day to make sure nothing was on fire back at the office. I sat close to the back as only that wall had outlets. As I settled into work, I sent a group text to my friends back at the Airbnb: You know the drill, guys. I'll be back for dinner. A few hours later, I got a response from Scott: Buddy, you need to learn to disconnect and give others some control. I knew he was right, but it's just part of who I am.
“Is that your girl checking on you?” I was expecting Jenny, but this wasn’t bad at all. The man had piercing honey-colored eyes, his muscles were defined—and that was just from looking at the tightness of his white t-shirt. He was hairy with a shaved beard that gave him that shadow on his face, framing it just right. “No, I'm telling my friends that I need to work for a few hours, vacation or not,” I replied. He smiled, and let’s just say this man could melt steel with that smile.
“I’m Amir, I'm the cook. Jenny had to take care of an emergency and should be back soon. Until then, I'm all yours.” My cock immediately started to stir in my sweatpants. I chatted with Amir for a while, talking about life and goals. He asked about my workouts, and I asked about his. Amir was just slightly smaller than I, his body defined, but those arms were jacked. I took a sip of my coffee, and in my rush to reply, I had a small spill down my lip. How embarrassing, I thought, as I looked for my napkin. Amir, using his finger, wiped it from my chin and, without breaking eye contact, put the finger with the coffee drop to his mouth.
I must be slow because, up to this point, I was thinking that while Amir was hot as fuck, he was just being nice—if anything, trying to learn more about me, as one does to know where people come from in diners like this. Somewhere lost in the moment, I heard the door chime, alerting me that someone had entered the diner. Amir smiled, leaned in close enough for me to smell him. “I’m gonna borrow this pen and this napkin,” he said. He smelled like roses.
“You smell nice,” I said without thinking but now completely turned on. “Thank you. It's called Three Flowers; it's a hair oil,” he replied, putting down the napkin and then acknowledging Jenny, who had just entered. “It was nice meeting you, Dustin.” Jenny took off to the back to put her personal items away.
I wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass me by. I reached out and grabbed Amir’s hand. He looked back as only he could, and I said, “You did say you were all mine, unless I made that up and it was all in my head.” Amir smiled, and I squeezed his hand a little so he could feel my strength and my need. “I am, and I did just leave you a written note,” he said, pointing down with his eyes.
“Tell me what it says,” I replied, and for the first time, I noticed Amir blush slightly and look away and then look back at me as he said, “I’m off in a few hours. I'd like to spend the rest of the day with you. I added my number, if I recall correctly, unless I only did that in my head,” his accent slightly coming through as he made eye contact with me again. Well, fuckin' fuck! Amir was handsome, smart, and could definitely carry a conversation.
I slightly raised myself from the booth as I pulled him close. I had to be quick. I could hear Jenny fumbling in the back, trying to get back on the floor as soon as possible. “Amir, I’ll wait as long as I need to.” Amir blushed again, looked away, and then back at me. Those eyes were beautiful, framed by his thick eyebrows that completed the look. “Try and stay calm,” he said, pointing with his eyes again. I was hard, and the sweatpants were not doing me any favors—or were they? I smiled and sat back down as he returned to the kitchen. Soon, the diner was buzzing with patrons. Amir was on a roll, keeping up with all the commotion. Every so often, he would glance over at me and smile, and I would respond with a smile and a wink.
I focused on work and got as much done as I needed to. Hey, it’s almost 1 p.m. You on your way back? Angel texted in the group chat. Yes, almost done with work, but not done with play. Don't wait up, boys. Then, a quick reply from Scott: [photo]. I clicked on it—it was a photo of his hard cock, captioned: Use protection, Sweetie. I liked the image with a laughing emoji, and then a reply: In Scott’s case, a latex glove. More laughing emojis from Angel.
“I’m all yours,” I heard Amir say. I smiled, looked up at him, and started packing my equipment. We walked outside, and I took his hand, leading him over to my car. The tree next to it gave us just enough coverage. I pulled him in and kissed him. He looked around nervously. “Let’s go to my place. People here—they don't know, they don't ask, and I don't share anything about my life other than my gym workouts and how many numbers I get during my shifts.” I understood what he was saying—it’s hard enough to be gay in a straight world.
“A humble man, I see,” I said. He smiled, and we drove off using the back roads to his place. He took my hand and walked me up to the second-floor apartment. His place was clean and had a smell that reminded me of someplace in a field full of fresh flowers under the sun. “My bedroom is this way,” he said, looking into my eyes and then quickly glancing down at my bulging sweatpants. I followed up with, “Is there something there you want to show me?” He smiled and then took his shirt off. “Something I want to give you,” he said, placing my hands on his hairy chest. His tan skin was tight and bulging, his chest muscles defined, and his arms looked bigger than I remembered.
Amir opened the door to his bedroom, revealing an immaculate space with white bedding, white walls, and a soft yellow carpet that made the room glow. The setting was a perfect complement to his tan skin, which looked golden under the lights. I pulled Amir in for a soft kiss, which quickly turned more passionate as I began to nibble and bite his lips and tongue. Amir’s breathing grew heavy as I gently pushed him away. “Take your clothes off, Amir,” I said, watching as he stripped down, revealing a white thong that perfectly framed his V-line and hairy ass cheeks. I was barely containing myself, resisting the urge to push him down and have my way with him.
“Come here, Amir, and help me take these off,” I commanded as I started undressing. He took over, removing my sweater while kissing and licking my body. Piece by piece, my clothes fell away until all I had on was my blue jockstrap, and his eyes were glued to it. I knew he was impressed; my eight-inch cock was barely being contained. Amir got on his knees, his eyes locked on mine as he leaned in, smelling and licking my jock. After a few moments, I said, “There’s something I want to give you,” as I pulled down my jockstrap, revealing my hard cock in all its glory. “Take it, Amir. Suck on it.”
He obeyed, taking my head into his mouth and giving me a glorious blowjob. I felt the smallest of tingles on my balls, and I knew it was time to move on—I wasn’t going to waste my seed in his mouth.
I put Amir on the bed, positioning him so his face hung off the edge, and then stuffed my cock all the way in. Between his gags, gargles, and the drool spilling from his mouth, I skull-fucked him hard. Amir was groaning and moaning loudly, his cock, about seven inches long, hard and pressed flat against his belly. He was hairy in the way real men are, but everything was trimmed and well-groomed. I pinched his nipples, starting softly and then harder, making sure the rhythm of my face-fucking matched the attention I was giving to the rest of his body. The trail of pre-cum on his belly gave him away—he was loving it.
I pulled out and switched positions. Laying on my back, I had Amir climb on top, and we started to 69 each other. I took his cock in my mouth, finally getting a taste of Amir. “AAAaaa yes,” he moaned as he spread his legs wide, giving me a perfect view of his hairy hole and low-hanging balls. The bed squeaked as we both got lost in sexual ecstasy. Amir was swallowing me whole, using his hands and mouth to please me. I was on my back, sucking Amir’s cock, massaging his ass cheeks above me, while cradling his balls in my eye sockets. “Aaaa yes, make me yours, Dustin,” he begged.
I let him slip out of my mouth and pulled myself up, propping my upper body slightly with some pillows. With my hands behind my head, I gave him a good look at my muscles. “Amir, it’s time,” I said. He sat just above my cock, and we started making out again. “Sit on it, Amir,” I whispered in his ear. Slowly and gently, he began to push my cock into his ass. “It feels so good,” he kept saying until my eight-inch cock was fully buried inside him. Amir leaned back and let out a sigh, the glazed look in his eyes telling me he was ready to ride. “Go on, Amir, I’m all yours,” I encouraged him.
And with that, he was off to the races, grinding himself down and up on my cock, moaning and playing with his nipples. “Yeah, Amir, show me how much you love this cock in your ass,” I urged him. Amir responded by clamping down on my cock, lifting himself, and then plunging back down with force, moaning and talking dirty the whole time. He was riding me hard and rough, lost in his own world. His beautiful eyes were unfocused, gazing into some other place and time, his mouth slightly open with each downward thrust. Our bodies slapped together with a mixture of sweat, our balls meeting each other for en erotic force that was driving us both wild.
I flipped him onto all fours and began to power fuck him doggy style. “Yes, fuck me, fuck!” His words were music to my ears. His hole was tight, and I wanted to loosen it up, to make him beg for more. “Ohhh, AAaaa,” he moaned as I decided to pull all the way out and then slam it back in. “AAAAAA!” I made sure to hold him in place as I continued to lay into him. “Are you loving your fuck, Amir?” I asked, pulling his hair and raising him up as I kept pounding his hole. Amir closed his eyes and nodded yes.
I placed him on his back and now fucked him in a missionary position—you can’t beat the classics. I could clearly see his trail of pre-cum mixed with sweat; he was loving this. “I’m getting close,” he warned me. I then placed a pillow under his ass to give me a straight shot at his hole. I held his legs wide, spreading him like a gymnast. After a few moments of fucking, Amir shouted, “I’m coming!” He grabbed onto the headboard and proceeded to cum hands-free, his balls pulling in tightly as the first spurt of cum hit the top of the headboard. “AAAA, shit!” The second shot landed in the pit of his neck, and the third and final one filled his belly button. The whole time he was wailing through his orgasm, I was power-fucking him roughly, with a force I didn’t even know I had.
He was shaking as he came down from his high. I held him close, with him as my little spoon, and made sure to slip my cock back into his ass. Slowly and gently, I worked my way back into a full fuck session, wanting Amir to completely surrender himself to me. After I wrapped his legs to his chest, I started to bring him down on my cock, using him like a toy. The sounds coming from the bed threatened to drop us both to the ground, but I ignored it. I was getting close, and I wasn't going to be denied. After a few more pumps, I was surprised to hear Amir cumming again, hands-free. “AAAAAA, I'm cumming!” This time, a single shot escaped him, landing somewhere on the bed. I brought him down roughly on my cock as I felt my balls rise up. “I’m cumming, Amir! You’re my pussy boy now!” I shouted as I came, HARD. “Take my cum, whore!” I yelled, along with a slew of other obscenities, as I filled Amir's asshole with my seed.
We lay there exhausted, sweaty, and breathless. Amir snuggled against my chest, his big, strong arms and body tangled with mine.
We showered and got clean, only to end up fucking again before stepping out of the shower. Finally, we ordered some dinner and settled in for the night. Amir got a call about covering a shift. It was late, and as much as I wanted to spend the night and wait for him, I couldn’t. “Sorry, Dustin,” he said. We made some small talk before saying goodbye.
I got back in my car and checked the time—it was 1:30 a.m., and I was in for a long drive home. On the bright side, I was happy and satisfied. I started the car, put on some tunes, and headed down the backroads.
The drive was long. I stopped for a full tank of fuel, got lost, and then found my way back on the road, but I didn’t mind. The sounds and hums of the car, along with the occasional flash of oncoming headlights, helped me reflect on the day's events. What had started with so much confusion and turmoil ended in an unexpected way, leaving me feeling confident and reassured.
