Luka went out Friday night and struck out with the girl he’d spent most of the evening flirting with. Instead of staying out and finding someone sluttier, he went home to jerk off. He edged for hours, watching a variety of porn that escalated in intensity. He was getting to that point of no return, the one where he would watch anything, do anything, say anything to get his nut.
He landed on one of those BBC videos where one or more Black men were serviced by a white chick cucking her man. The premise was a turn on and the acting wasn’t terrible, so even though it was milder than the gangbang he’d just exited, he continued watching.
It was rare that the dude was more attractive–no homo–than the chick in porn, but this was one of those cases. The white girl’s hair was bleached blond to the point where it looked fried, and her lips had seen the business end of a syringe a few too many times.
The guy, on the other hand, was jacked, skin a deep brown with a smattering of tattoos and hair cropped close, and he had a chiseled jaw and was giving Daddy Dom vibes without the cheesiness. Luka was not a homosexual, so he did not jerk off to men, but he did regard the male actor’s monster cock with the awe and respect it deserved.
One thing that Luka had noticed about BBC videos in general was that, more often than not, they got their ass eaten. Depending on the actor, it could be a few licks or a good ten minutes dedicated to a woman shoving her face between muscular cheeks, almost drowning in the flesh, and licking and sucking his ass, motorboating it and moaning like she was getting her own pussy eaten.
Personally, Luka thought rimming was pretty gay, but it was hard to say it with his whole chest with the guy on the receiving end looking like the epitome of masculinity, voice deep as the ocean and muscles carved from black marble.
Luka, willing to put off his orgasm just a little longer and feeling curious, slid the hand that had been fondling his balls down to his perineum, rubbing experimentally. Luka didn’t shave below his balls, and the tug on the hair there didn’t feel great, but once he slicked his fingers up with more lube and added firmer pressure, he began moaning loudly. He bit his lip, paranoid that his neighbors would be able to hear him whining like a chick while he did gay shit; he normally wasn’t much of a moaner, so this was…well, a discovery.
Since the taint was feeling good, he traveled a bit lower. He rubbed his middle finger over his rectum, and it clenched tight at the foreign sensation. It was almost worse than getting goosed because it was direct contact and slimy from the lube.
Luka went back to rubbing his taint, but he kept accidentally widening the path, and there was some incidental asshole contact. The perineum felt too good to stop just to avoid a few swipes over the pucker here and there. As a result, he got used to the sensation, and he discovered that a little anal massage? Not bad. Pretty nice, even.
Luka started the video over at the part where the chick first began to eat the big guy’s muscled booty, and Luka continued rubbing his own asshole while he fisted his cock. He pretended that his finger was the chick’s tongue, and ooooooh fuck, that was nice.
Luka jizzed, and maybe it was the extra hour of edging, but it was the best goddamn nut he’d had in weeks.
Luka swiped on Tinder trying to find a hookup, but all the girls on there were mid. It wasn’t like he had high as fuck standards, but if he was being honest, he was tryna find someone who looked like they’d eat ass, and he had no idea how to vet for that.
He thought he might do better out in the wild, so he hit up Ferdie to go to one of the clubs downtown that was a party spot that attracted all types, but mostly people his own age. (Porn told him that MILFs were more likely to eat ass, but allegedly, porn wasn’t a realistic depiction of sex.)
Luka wasn’t a huge player, but he scored hookups fairly easily, and he was on the better looking side of average. White, five foot nine, one sixty, brown hair and blue eyes. His dick was only six inches, but he had hella stamina and was an enthusiastic pussy licker–and not afraid to eat some ass. A fan of it, even.
Looking back, he regretted turning down the few times he’d been offered a rim job or a pinky up his ass during a blowie. Back then, his ass squeezed tighter than Fort Knox at the mere suggestion, though, so it probably wasn’t his time.
But how could he make it his time now?
A few chicks approached Luka and Ferdie at the club, so they danced for a while. Luka couldn’t really get into it, feeling unusually awkward and shy. He spent the most time with one girl who had him particularly chubbed up.
“Do you want to get out of here?” she asked.
She was slim thicc and had angelic features that looked sinful with the sharp eyeliner and red lipstick she wore on pouty lips that he’d normally love to see stretched around his cock. She had an ass that wouldn’t quit, and if he was in the right state of mind, he’d be watching his dick get swallowed up by it until morning. Her tattoos and piercings told him she was likely open minded, and open minded women were more likely to eat dudes asses (one might assume.)
Alas…
“Honestly, I’m going through some shit right now,” Luka said, lips twisted in a facsimile of a smile. “I think I’m just gonna kick it with my friend tonight.” He thumbed over his shoulder in Ferdie’s general direction.
The chick nodded, dark eyes softening with sympathy. Lowkey he wanted to take her home just so he could snuggle in her tits and tell her all of his troubles.
“I wanna give you my number,” she said, pulling out her phone. “If you need a friend, hit me up sometime. But we’re committing to platonic buds–I don’t do blurred lines, alright?”
Christ, that sounded wonderful, actually. “Sure.”
She put her number in his phone and they hugged before parting ways. Another dude immediately snatched her up.
He glanced at the screen as he walked back to Ferdie. Her name was Samara. Pretty.
Luka ordered more drinks and slid into the booth where Ferdie was wallflowering. Apparently, neither of them were in the mood to party.
Ferdie accepted the drink and took a few gulps. Clearly, he was going through some shit, but Luka figured if he wanted to tell him, he would. He faced the crowd of dancers and people watched, sipping his drink absentmindedly. His gaze latched on a gay couple he’d seen over at the bar earlier. They were flirting heavily even though they were giving off relationship vibes, and Luka frowned at the casual familiarity between them as the bigger guy grabbed the smaller one’s bubble butt.
Luka bet he would eat ass.
“Bro, why are you looking at those guys like you’re about to commit a hate crime?” Ferdie asked warily.
“I was thinking about something else. I didn’t even realize I was looking at them,” he lied.
He found he wanted to talk about his problems, but he wasn’t sure how to explain them without giving Ferdie the wrong idea.
The wrong idea being that he wanted the big guy at the bar to eat his asshole.
Luka slid his gaze back to Ferdie.
Ferdie’s full name was Fernandez, his maternal grandmother’s maiden name. He’d once volunteered that he was only a little resentful at being bestowed a long forgotten–and recently recycled–last name as a first name, and Luka didn’t point out that not only had he not asked, but Fernandez doth protest too much.
Now that Luka was allowing himself to look, he realized that Ferdie was a handsome motherfucker. He was about an inch taller than Luka, same weight because Ferdie had attention issues and often forgot to eat. He had light brown skin that got a few shades deeper in the summer, making his light brown eyes framed with dark lashes pop even more. He had well balanced features–a pretty boy, but kinda had this vibe like he could kick some ass if he had to, so nobody ever teased him about it.
Luka wondered if Ferdie ever had his ass eaten.
“Dude, why do you look like you’re about to kick my ass now, too?” asked Ferdie, half laughing, half concerned.
Luka sighed, sliding out of the booth. “I’m going home.”
Luka spent less time at bars and more time massaging his asshole. He stayed off of dating apps and started hitting the gym more.
He had excess energy and no outlet other than exercise. On the bright side, after half-assing weightlifting for most of his adolescence and early adulthood, he’d already added fifteen pounds to his deadlift and an extra five miles a week on the treadmill.
Luka might be hard up, but at least he was gonna get jacked. (And if he put on enough muscle all over, people might not notice his right arm getting huge like Quagmire when he discovered Internet porn.)
Luka’s beef with cardio was that it was boring as fuck. He listened to music, but his eyes wandered, going from the TV to checking his phone to the main weightlifting area. It was hard not to look since all of the cardio equipment faced that direction like an amphitheater.
The jury was still out as to whether or not Luka’s recent tendency to stare at beefcakes pumping iron was a result of increased porn consumption. He knew there were studies indicating that porn warped the brain, but he couldn’t find it in himself to give enough of a fuck to stop watching rimming compilations.
There were a few guys at the gym that had Luka’s tongue lolling out of his mouth like a cartoon dog smelling a T-bone steak. And while he’d originally wanted a girl to eat his ass, he found himself thinking, ‘I like eating ass. Do I like eating all asses?’ Because Luka was developing a taste for beefcakes that bordered on obsession, and that, he thought, was more concerning than his increased porn consumption.
He had a recurrent intrusive thought, a mental image of himself licking and sucking at a tiny anus, hidden between the massive globes of a muscle booty. He could almost taste the salty, musky skin, smell the–distinctly male–arousal, and hear gruff words like ‘Eat that ass, faggot. Lick Daddy’s hole.’
It was…well, it was as humiliating as it was compelling.
Luka shivered, balls tingling. He glanced down, struck with horror when he saw that he was throwing wood. How was it possible that he was getting an erection in public when he spent so many hours a day masturbating? That couldn’t be healthy.
Luka rearranged his junk so that the head of his cock was in the waistband of his boxer briefs and covered by his T-shirt.
He imagined one of the muscle daddies below him looking up his shorts and seeing he was erect. Yanking down his pants and showing all of his jock buddies that the little fag was chubbed watching them. Using him and putting him in his place. God, he’d eat all of their asses, he didn’t give a fuck if they were clean or dirty, big or scrawny. He just wanted to try it.
Luka got to the locker room and went to the furthest toilet stall. He sat on the seat with his shorts around his ankles, spitting on his palm before furiously jerking his six inch cock. He googled rimming videos, too impatient to search in the porn browser, and clicked on the first video that popped up.
It was men. As in, men licking mens’ assholes. He wasn’t surprised, per se, just so ambivalent about his recently discovered…bisexuality?
Someone was using the showers, and between the sound of the running water and the loud moaning and wet mouth sounds coming from his headphones, he didn’t hear the footsteps until they were directly next to him, followed shortly by the stall door shutting.
Luka almost whimpered in frustration, on the brink of insanity. He decided he was beyond giving a fuck. He jacked his shit, racing towards the finish line.
The dude in the next stall had bigass feet, he noticed, and he stared intently at his Nikes while he continued to stroke himself.
Over the cacophony of noise, he could distinguish a sound like a metal door sliding on a track, but it took him a moment before he realized that there was–holy fuck.
There was a big, brown cock sticking through a rectangular cutout in the stall divider, right at his eye level where he sat on the toilet. That sound he thought he’d heard was from a peephole opening. It looked like it was meant to be there, not something added later, and he had questions. Because it was a goddamned glory hole.
Luka was faced with a decision. He stopped choking his schlong and gulped nervously.
Did dreams come true? Historically, Luka found that not to be the case. But as he looked ten inches of pulsing man meat in the glistening pisshole, he had to wonder if this was, perhaps, the best day of his life.
It was like all of his fantasies over the past few weeks had culminated into this very moment.
This was his red pill or blue pill moment.
His body made the decision for him. One minute he was staring at the gorgeous–if intimidatingly large–black cock, and the next, he was floating towards it, tongue first.
It was a sensory experience, one made up entirely of firsts. The precum was slightly viscous and salty. The head was smooth and spongy and it slid over Luka’s tongue like it was a waterslide. Luka moaned like a happy whore, resuming his strokes on his dick as he kissed the end of the cock, pursing his lips into a ring and bobbing shallowly on the tip. He wasn’t even at the thickest part of the head, and it was already a stretch for his lips–and he didn’t think the issue was that he had a small mouth.
Finally, he got the whole head in his mouth, and he began tongueing the ridge, quickly becoming enamored with the texture, how it felt particularly firm at the juncture underneath. He swirled his tongue around the head like a lollipop, moaning again. He stopped paying attention to the outside world, wasn’t even aware if he was loud enough to be heard by anyone but the owner of the perfect cock on the other side of the divider. He just didn’t give a fuck.
He slid down a little more, bobbing his head shallowly, getting the shaft wet. Stretching his tongue to undiscovered territory. He could literally feel the veins varying the texture on his tongue. Even the taste was different the lower he got.
He overshot the next bob, and he gagged.
That snapped Luka back into reality. He felt dirty. Disgusting. Nasty. He was rubbing one out in the gym locker room while servicing an anonymous stranger’s cock through a hole in the wall. He could be anyone. Hell, maybe Luka knew him. But he couldn’t be sure, and that was more of a turn on than a deterrent.
Luka forced himself down once again, and this time he didn’t gag. He was doing his best to keep his teeth from scraping the shaft, but if this cock got any bigger, it was going to dislocate his jaw. This motherfucker was fatter than a chipotle burrito.
Luka’s hand flew over his cock, precum drooling liberally. He wished he had lube so he could get his hole nice and wet while he rubbed it. Drenched. It made him feel filthy in the best way.
The man on the other side of the partition, despite Luka only getting about four inches of his cock in his mouth, seemed to be enjoying himself. He thrusted shallowly, dragging those same four inches over Luka’s tongue. Precum was oozing freely from his piss slit, and the taste was becoming addictive. Luka dropped his phone to free his hand and brought it up to stroke the remaining six inches of the man’s cock, his hand barely able to close around the shaft. It was throbbing and alive, thick and heavy. There was something about it being someone else’s cock that made it a sensory experience–jerking off just didn’t push his buttons the way this cock did.
Luka tried to imagine what it would feel like in his ass. Excruciating, probably. Luka thought he could do it, though, if he practiced. This massive thing was a masterpiece, and he could almost feel the burn as his hole stretched, the hot splash of his cum as it split him in half–
That was the last somewhat coherent thought he had before he exploded, letting out a long, endless moan on the fat cock he was sucking greedily. It nudged the back of his throat, and he realized with unexpected pride that he’d managed two more inches while he’d nutted.
Now that he’d jizzed, the cock seemed bigger, though Luka wasn’t sure if that was his post-nut clarity or not. He had to back off and take a break, so he sucked on the head, which took up the entire front section of his mouth on its own.
He gave the man’s cock the attention it deserved, bringing up the hand covered in his load so he could add some glide to the meaty shaft as he jerked it, twisting his wrist, wanting to make this good for the guy who’d probably had his dick sucked by experts before. Luka wanted it to be good for him. Luka wanted to be good for him, this faceless man. And he needed to drink more of his bitter, salty cum. He wiggled his tongue into his piss slit, chasing the taste. He felt like a porn star in one of the rimming videos, like he probably looked dainty as fuck next to this behemoth.
He worshiped the beautiful cock with the reverence it deserved.
Luka could hear muted grunts from the other side of the wall–the man was getting close, and he was trying to remain quiet, and damn if that wasn’t an ego boost.
With a deep grunt, the guy unloaded onto Luka’s tongue, and Luka moaned happily, swallowing around the cockhead greedily as his mouth flooded with jizz. The guy seemed to shoot forever, and Luka loved that his cock jumped in his mouth with each jet of his seed it launched. He wished he could feel the man’s balls, what they felt like as they emptied into Luka’s belly.
Luka laved his tongue up and down the stranger’s cock, licking him clean, tasting their mixed juices. Regretfully, after another minute or two, the man pulled his cock free and shut the peephole.
Luka was hard again. He spat the last of the load he’d been holding in his mouth onto his palm, bringing it to his hole. He kicked off his shorts and pulled his feet up onto the toilet seat to get a better angle. He rubbed his hole while he jerked his cock, but it wasn’t enough.
Luka shoved a finger into his ass. It didn’t feel good, exactly, but it felt wrong, and it was that wrongness, like he was a sexual deviant, that had him shoving another finger alongside the first, chasing the feeling.
He was a dirty slut.
Luka nutted again, this time getting it on his T-shirt, but he didn’t even care because this, right here, was the best orgasm he’d had in his entire life. Hands down.
When he left the locker room, it felt like everyone in the gym was watching him. All the men were appraising him, silently judging him for being a thirsty little cumslut.
He sped towards the door, trying to outpace his growing erection. Goddammit.
For reasons unknown, Luka glanced over his shoulder before he left the gym. There was a Black man jogging on the treadmill, ripped as fuck, about to burst out of his T-shirt. As if he felt Luka’s eyes on him, the man glanced up. And Luka, who had seemingly lost any and all self preservation, bit his lower lip, sure the longing was evident on his face.
The guy grinned wolfishly, flashing white teeth, and that was the moment that Luka just knew he was the man he’d given his cock sucking virginity to.
Luka gave him a flirty smile, feeling like a chick, and left the gym with a pep in his step.
Author’s Note: This story's title is inspired by the Disclosure songs “Intro” and “When a Fire Starts to Burn,” best when played consecutively.
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