BRED BY MATT -- CHAPTER 1
By Pete Smith
After my first experience at age 20 being dominated and used sexually by an arrogant young straight stud (see my earlier story "Enslaved By Hard Young Cock"), I became obsessed with repeating the experience. Although I occasionally dated and slept with other gay guys, nothing gave me the erotic charge I would feel whenever I saw a handsome young straight guy. Athletes and military guys especially turned my queer crank, particularly one who looked like he was an especially confident or arrogant athlete or military guy. Something about the cockiness of a handsome young straight man would send my libido into overdrive. These are the guys who act like they own the fucking world and everyone in it.
Although I felt guilty about being turned on in this way, my little queer dick had no such conscience. I would pop faggot wood in my pants whenever I spied a hot young guy and imagined myself on my knees before him worshipping his hard cock. I didn't understand the dynamics completely, but I knew instinctively that hard straight cock belonged inside my body. I knew that it was my job as a queer to allow myself to be used by sexually demanding young men for their own pleasure. For this, I realized, was I born. The question for me was how I could fulfill my mission in life, given the seeming obstacles.
My obsession naturally led me to check out the local craigslist in order to find a guy who would allow me to service him in the way I knew arrogant straight young men deserved to be serviced.
Some of the craigslist ads were placed by middle-aged married men, who just didn't turn my sexual crank. A few of the ads turned out to be placed by other gay men simply into role-playing. When chatting online, these guys pretty quickly fessed up and admitted being more interested in being on the receiving end of hard cock.
I eventually focused on ads that included at least two photos. (With one photo, some guys used someone else's photo for their ad. That's some kind of fantasy thing, I guess.) Some of the ads said "donations" were accepted, which made me suspicious that maybe these guys were simply gay (or maybe bisexual) hustlers posing as young straight cock. Nothing wrong with that, I figured, but having had the real thing once, I really wanted and needed authentic young straight cock, not a fantasy. The problem was there didn't seem to be much of that available online. If I hadn't already been sexually abused by a young straight guy, I would have concluded that the whole idea was simply a gay fantasy that didn't have much of a correspondence in the real world.
I eventually decided to post my own craigslist ad:
Seeking to Service Young Straight Cock - 20 In-shape gay guy seeks to service arrogant young straight stud. One prior experience being used. Need more. I will do whatever your girlfriend or wife won't. I crave servicing your sexual demands; being a passive receptacle for your straight spooge. I'm only looking for the real deal here. Absolutely no hustlers or fakes, please!
My ad unleashed a lot of responses, but most seemed to be more of the same: gay guys into role-playing, gay or bisexual hustlers whose primary interest was cash, etc.
Less than a week after placing my ad (a week is a lifetime on craigslist because of the frequency of postings), I decided I needed to face reality and give up on the idea of finding another arrogant young straight stud whose cock got hard by the thought of aggressively using a submissive queer as his cum receptacle.
I had almost stopped bothering to read the responses to my ad when I received an intriguing e-mail from a guy who said his name was Matt. Something about this message seemed different from the others. His e-mail seemed very matter-of-fact and didn't smell of the phony bullshit of so many of the other responses I had received. Although resigned that this guy almost certainly was another fake, I began corresponding with him via e-mail.
Whoever Matt really was, I could tell that he liked writing about his life to some anonymous queer on the Internet. He wasn't shy in telling me about his life and supposed sexual exploits.
Matt claimed to be a 22-year-old married guy recently discharged from the Navy after serving a four-year stint. He said he had been a popular jock in high school, having played varsity baseball. Matt wrote that he could always tell when a queer was trying to steal a glance at him while he was undressing in the high-school lockerroom or when he standing in the school hallway making out with his girlfriend. Matt said that he was completely straight and simply took it as a compliment that both girls and guys were drawn to his good looks and muscular body. What really got my attention, though, was when he wrote that he liked to be sexually aggressive with girls. Something about putting it to a girl rough made his big cock super hard, he said.
I would instantly pop faggot wood whenever I would read about Matt's reported sexual aggressiveness with girls, imagining myself on the receiving end of the arrogant young stud's cock. Maybe this guy was a fake of some kind, but there was something very authentic and wood-inspiring about his descriptions of how he liked to use his demanding cock on a woman.
Matt claimed he would secretly record some of his sexual encounters with his high-school girlfriend in his bedroom using a hidden video camera. Often this would involve a staged rape scene where he would firmly bind his girlfriend to his bed and gag her with his boxers before getting on top of her and fucking the shit out of her. He said they both enjoyed these scenes and really got into them. After each of these videotaped encounters, Matt would privately watch the video later and jerk off a couple times seeing himself on top of some supposedly anonymous girl roughly fucking her groaning, helpless body. The girl in the video had no choice but to passively accept his large, hard thrusting tool inside her until the aggressive muscular teenager unleashed a torrent of hot spooge deep inside the girl's pussy. (Matt said he and his girlfriend were monogamous and he didn't use a condom when fucking her because she was taking birth control.)
During my weeks of correspondence with Matt, I came many, many times thinking of Matt and his aggressive use of his young cock. I would read and re-read his e-mails to me while touching myself and imagining being in the place of Matt's girlfriend, with this young stud's demanding cock being forced into my face or boypussy. During the day at work my little queer dick would constantly be hard and leaking from my thoughts about Matt. Frequently during the day I would have to go into the restroom to wipe the precum from the inside of my briefs. I figured that even if this guy turned out to be a fake, I was getting a lot of good jerk-off material corresponding with him!
In one of his e-mails to me, Matt mentioned in passing that he had a MySpace page. Using the member name he mentioned, I was surprised to find that Matt really did seem to be what he claimed. His MySpace page said he was a married 22-year-old former Navy guy and included some photos of him alone and with his wife. He came across in the photos as a handsome young man with a mischievous grin. I could easily imagine him playing stupid pranks on his friends or staying out late with his buddies getting shit-faced. His page was filled with information about standard straight boy things: his favorite (and least favorite) sports teams; stories about partying too much; some musings that passed for a life philosophy; photos of other couples he and his wife hung out with.
Two months before high graduation, Matt's girlfriend informed him that she was pregnant and that she thought they should get married. Matt was shocked by the news. His girlfriend had always told him she was on birth control. Matt intended to get married eventually, but not necessarily to her and not for at least a few years. When he tried to tactfully suggest other options, his girlfriend became threatening with him. You know my parents are religiously conservative, she reminded him. They don't know I've been having sex. If they find out I'm pregnant and don't intend to get married, they are going to hit the roof. I may need to tell them that you forced me to have sex with you. You know, got me drunk and took advantage of their sweet innocent daughter. Think about it, baby, and then let me know what you think we should do, she told him.
Matt was reeling from his girlfriend's bombshell. He thought about using the secret videotapes of he and his girlfriend having sex to prove she was a willing participant. Unfortunately, when he watched them again trying to imagine how they might be perceived by an outsider, he realized the rape scenes on the screen looked all too real and, if anything, the videos could be used as evidence of his guilt!
Within the week, Matt and his girlfriend announced they were getting married, much to the surprise of Matt's own parents and friends. After a quickly arranged wedding, Matt and his new bride found a small apartment together and graduated from high school. Matt hadn't given a lot of thought to what he would do after high school graduation. He hadn't intended to enroll in college, at least not right away. He had always worked construction jobs during summers and had figured he would do that full-time for the indefinite future. Now, though, he would soon have a young family to support. His wife showed no interest in working and the summer after graduation there was no construction work to be found. Matt knew he could never make enough money working in a fast-food restaurant or at some other low-wage job.
In the past, Matt had considered enlisting in the military and that now seemed to be his best option. Part of his motivation, he wrote to me, was to be able to get out of the small apartment and away from his pregnant wife, who now seemed to think it was his responsibility to spend the rest of his life taking care of her and their soon-to-be-born child. After weighing his service options, Matt elected to sign up for a four-year stint in the Navy. He would spend six months at a time out to sea and said he didn't mind being away from his wife during that time.
It was in the Navy that Matt had his first sexual experience with another guy. He quickly discovered there were always a surprisingly large number of gay and bisexual sailors on board ship. Being completely straight, he had no interest in sex with men and just tried to ignore their subtle (and sometimes not-so-subtle) advances. Matt said he never reacted angrily to being hit on. As in high school, he simply took it as a compliment that both men and women were naturally drawn to his confident masculinity.
Toward the end of one six-month sea tour, Matt had set a personal record for jerking off his large, thick cock and pumping huge cumloads across his muscular chest and stomach. He had been working late one evening in the engine room with 18-year-old sailor who he knew was gay -- or at least bi -- because of the way the guy checked out his body whenever Matt was showering. The guy tried to be casual about it, but through experience and instinct Matt knew immediately whenever a queer was checking him out. Matt was particularly horny that night and as usual was wearing a jockstrap under his uniform to keep his large hard cock from busting out of his pants. The gay sailor couldn't keep his eyes off the big bulge in Matt's pants, but Matt just took the attention in stride, taking pride in the sexual power he knew he had over both sexes.
As he reached the end of the work shift, Matt's mind was on getting back to his bunk so that he could fist a load or two out of his big hard cock while thinking about pumping a tight juicy pussy. As he started to head out of the engine room to get to his bunk, the other sailor cautiously approached him and nervously asked him if he wanted some company. Pausing for a moment to look into the young kid's eyes, Matt saw some kind of desperate craving there. He knew other straight sailors who had allowed themselves to be serviced by on-board queers, but he had never before seriously considered it for himself. Holding the kid's worshipful gaze for a moment, though, he wondered what it would be like to have this young man on his knees eating his hard cock. He knew the kid wanted it and he was so fucking horny tonight!
Surprising himself, Matt found himself telling the green sailor, "Sure, man. Why not?" The kid's eager eyes grew even brighter upon hearing Matt's affirmative response. This made Matt's cock throb even harder in his pants.
Without saying another word, Matt walked to a utility room nearby. The young sailor followed behind him like an eager puppy dog. Once inside, Matt switched on the dim light and closed the door behind them. The room was small and crowded with equipment and supplies. At 6'2" and a muscular 200 pounds, Matt towered over the teenage sailor, who was only about 5'9". The two were required to stand directly next to each other in the small room. Matt looked down into the kid's face. The boy looked really nervous and uncertain about what was next. Matt himself suddenly realized that he didn't know how things should proceed. He could feel that his thick cock was very hard and leaky under his jockstrap and he knew that this nervous kid wanted to taste it.
Matt had always been a very sexual young man and knew he liked to be aggressive in his sexual encounters. Unfortunately, as a teenager and young man, he had discovered that very few girls and women appreciated being used sexually by an aggressive young stud with a large, thick cock. Matt instinctively realized, though, that the boy standing in front of him would do whatever Matt wanted, so long as Matt didn't push him too far too fast. He knew he wanted to use the teenage boy to get off into. He knew that an eager faggot would allow himself to be used by a real man in a way that most girls would never consider.
In the next moment, Matt's natural sexual confidence kicked in.
"Get on your knees before me, girl."
To be continued. . . .