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The day had not gone at all how I'd expected it to. I'd never imagined that I'd be stood at the side of the road, only partially dressed, with the loads from two different men swimming around inside of me. The taxi driver had abandoned me after I'd swallowed his load, probably because I'd not let him fuck me as he'd so clearly wanted to do, and I genuinely had no idea what to do.
If I just ordered another taxi, Sir would inevitably make me do the same thing again but, being shirtless and barefoot, I was limited in the distance that I could travel. Fortunately, we'd gone far enough before the driver stopped the car for me to be somewhere that was vaguely familiar and I was pretty sure that, if I followed the road, I'd end up in the same area that my best friend, Aidan, lived in.
Aidan and I had been friends since before we even started primary school. I can't actually remember a time in my life when I didn't know him and, over the years, I don't think we've ever gone more than 2 or 3 weeks without seeing each other. We've grown up together. Hell, he was the only person I told when I got my first pubic hair and when I cummed for the first time, and I was that same person for him. We've shared everything together, even sharing a bed on occasion. In his mind, we had no secrets from each other. But I had kept something completely to myself: my sexuality.
Whilst, on reflection, it's true to say that I've had feelings towards Aidan at different points in my life, nothing has ever happened between us. I will admit that I'd shot more than one load thinking about his muscular frame, his piercing blue eyes and his cheeky grin. But even if he was gay, which I'm sure he's not, I wouldn't want us to hook up or try to date: it would change everything and, if it went wrong, I'd lose one of the most important people in my life. That fear was also one of the reasons why I'd never confided in him about the gay feelings I was having. If he took it badly, I'm not sure what I'd do.
As the soft soles of my bare feet made their way across the warm tarmac of the road, I tried to work out what I'd tell Aidan about my current situation. Seeing me in a state of undress wasn't unusual for him but he knew that I didn't make a habit of walking around like this. My thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of my phone.
"What's happened, danny-boi?" the message from Sir read.
As I walked, I replied and explained what the taxi driver had done to me. He kept asking me questions about how I'd felt being used like that and whether following his orders had made me happy. To be honest, I was getting really quite pissed off with him, more so than I'd been before. It's only by sheer luck that I was near to Aidan's house otherwise I would have been completely and utterly stranded in the middle of nowhere with no way of getting home to safety. Anything could have happened to me and this guy just didn't seem to care! He was more focused on whether I'd been a "good boy" and whether I thought it "felt right" when I obeyed him. The muscles in my legs were starting to ache, my knees hurt from being on them earlier (as did my jaw from having my throat fucked by two big cocks in less than an hour). I could feel myself becoming more and more... bratty and I'd had just about enough.
"How does it feel to have those loads inside of you right now, danny-boi?"
"You know what," I started to reply, "It doesn't feel anything!"
When no response from him came, I carried on writing: "I'm tired, I'm sore, I'm pissed off and I'm just so... done."
It felt like a dam had broken inside of me and the emotions just came pouring out: "You've put me at risk today. I could have been arrested, injured, have gotten lost. Anything could have happened to me and you just don't care. I don't even understand why you're doing all this!"
By the time I'd sent the last bit of that message, my heart was actually thumping in my chest and my breathing had become a little more rapid and shallow. My eyes were even a little damp. There were so many other thoughts buzzing around in my head that I wanted to finally let out but, looking down at my words, I immediately regretted them. I'd lost control and been so disrespectful to the man who, potentially, could destroy my life with the press of a button. With shaky fingers, I started to type out another message:
"I'm so sorry, Sir. I'm just so tired and upset - I never meant to disrespect you. I'm so, so sorry!" but I never got to send it.
Instead, a final message came through from him: "You're not ready yet." and then the number stopped receiving messages from me.
Over the remaining 30-minute journey to Aidan's house, I played out all the various scenarios in my head. What if the unknown stranger made good on his threats and, by the time I arrived home, everyone would know about me. Worse, they'd have seen me acting like a slut as I was sure that just telling my friends and family that I'm gay wasn't going to be enough for Sir. Every few moments, I'd refresh my various social media accounts, desperately hoping that I didn't see any updates about me and that I'd actually get the chance to apologise before my life was ruined forever. Fortunately, there was nothing, at least nothing relevant to me.
There was definitely a look of shock on my best friend's face as he opened the door and found me there, naked except for a pair of shorts and looking like a sweaty, dirty mess. For a few moments, he just stared at me with his mouth wide open.
"What are you..." he began
"Hey man!" I interrupted, "Just out for a run and thought I'd call in." Yeah ok - it wasn't ground-breaking as excuses go but it was all I'd been able to come up with on the walk here.
"Oh, yeah come in, mate."
He let me in and we headed to his bedroom. It was just him in the house as his parents were out for the day. The place was familiar to me, almost a second home, and I'd lost count of the number of nights I'd slept in this bedroom as we'd grown up together. Even so, Aidan wasn't about to let me sit down on his bed in my current state and he told me to jump into the shower and get cleaned up.
The heat of the water felt good on my skin: it's effects were almost purifying. I could literally feel my body being cleansed of all the sweat and dirt, of the dried cum that I'd not managed to wipe from my face or that was still somewhere embedded in my hair. All of it just ran off my body and swirled down the drain. It was as if all of the dirty, slutty things I'd spent the day doing were leaving as me as everything else did. The distraction of the shower pulled me out of my head enough that I managed to finally turn my thoughts away from cock and cum and throat-fucking for a few minutes and just be present in the moment, refreshed and renewed. I even managed to leave behind my worries about Sir and what might happen as a result of my disrespect. That was a mistake.
As I used the soft, white towel to dry my body, my phone went off again and everything flooded back over me. Waves of nausea and panic began to crash over me as I read the short message from him:
"You left me no choice: this is your fault."
Twitter - nothing. Snapchat - nothing. WhatsApp - nothing. What exactly had he done? What was the punishment for me going to be if it hadn't been outing me to everyone in my life? I just didn't understand and when I tried to message him back for further clarification, once again none of my messages sent.
There were murmurings coming through the door to Aidan's bedroom as I approached it from the hallway. Around my waist, the towel was the only thing keeping me from being completely naked but, as I said before, I didn't really have any issue with my best friend seeing me naked: it had happened so many times before. Hearing the noises, I decided to wait. It sounded like he was in the middle of a phone call and I didn't want to interrupt or take up any more of his time than I already had. All I needed to do was borrow some clothing from him - again a familiar act between us - and then I'm sure he'd give me a lift back home in the car his parents had bought for him on his last birthday.
Permeating through the wood, the noises from his phone call became clearer.
"And why.... I... you?" was soon followed by "Yeah... on then!"
That's when a sudden and unexpected shout made me jump and drop the towel from around me. "What the fuck!"
The door was swung open and I could see from Aidan's face that he was pissed off. No, more than that. He looked... crazy. His usually peaceful eyes seemed full of fire, his nostrils were flaring and the veins in the side of his neck had begun to swell. Whilst I don't think he'd expected to see me there, his reaction was not one of shock.
The wall hit hard against my back and I felt the air being forced out of my lungs.
"What the fuck?!" he screamed at me as his hands remained on my chest, his stronger muscles holding me in place, "You're a fucking cocksucking slut!?"
And that's when it all clicked into place. The unknown stranger hadn't outing me on social media or to everyone I knew. No, he'd called my best friend directly and shared with him the secret that I'd been keeping from him for years. Desperately, I tried to deny it: "No, I..."
"Don't fucking lie to me!" the spittle flew from his lips onto my face as he shouted at me once again, "I'd seen the pictures!"
And any hope within me of salvaging something positive from his situation faded instantly. My best friend, the boy I'd grown up with, the one person that I was probably closest to in this world, was there pinning me to the wall and looking at me like he was completely disgusted with me.
"I... I'm gay," I stammered out, "I tried to tell..."
"Gay!?" he screamed at me, "You're not gay! Gay people have some fucking self-respect. I wouldn't have given a shit if you were gay but... this..."
He paused for a moment, releasing me and stepping backwards.
"You're not a gay man. You're a bathroom crawling, cum-hungry whore who will do anything to get cock. I mean for fuck's sake, Danny, the middle of a fucking train?! What if someone would have seen you? What if there'd been kids in the fucking carriage?"
His words hit me like fists being slammed into my gut. As much as I wanted to argue back and to tell him that everything that had happened had done so because of Sir, the same man who had outed me now, I couldn't. It... it wasn't just Sir... was it? I'm the one who did those things. I'm the one who's taken four loads from four different men. I... I am a slut.
"Look at yourself," he said to me, his voice calmer now as he held out his phone. There, as clear as day, was my face coated with spunk and, if I'm honest, a look of delirious joy at what I'd done to earn it. Aidan turned away from me and walked back into his room. I followed, not even bothering to pick up the towel from the floor; I guess my nakedness didn't even register as I tried to deal with the fallout of being exposed in this way.
"I'm sorry, I... I don't know what else I can say," and I really didn't. There was a sense of shame in me but, at the same time, I knew that I'd loved feeling cock being pushed into my throat and delighted in the taste of cum as it sprayed the inside of my mouth.
"Our friendship..." he started to say, not looking at me, "has just been a huge lie hasn't it. Maybe not at first, but you've been lusting after my cock for years, haven't you?"
I didn't answer: I couldn't answer.
"Haven't you?!" Aidan's voice louder now but he still didn't turn towards me. I could see his hands balled into fists and it seemed as if his whole body was shaking.
"I... I..." We both knew the truth but I couldn't say it. Aidan was the first guy I'd ever fancied.
"You've wanted to touch it, to taste it... you've even thought about me fucking you, haven't you? Using you like the nasty little slut that you are! I bet you've spent so many nights wanking and wishing that you could be a complete and utter whore for me. Fuck, you're so disgusting."
Whilst his words stung, there was some element of truth in everything he said.
"Every moment we've experienced together... every life event that's bonded us together... it's all tainted now. You and this... depravity... you've ruined it all."
It was then that he turned round and looked directly at me. It was then that he saw that, despite the emotionally charged moment (or maybe because of it), my cock was sticking out directly from my body, as hard as steel itself.
"Oh course," he shook his head from side to side and I actually found myself blushing, embarrassed that he'd seen me like this. It wasn't the first time I'd been hard around him, nor the first time he'd seen it. We'd laughed and joked about it during our early teenage years but, he was right, it was different now. Even those memories were different now. It wasn't two best friends: it was a man and the slut who lusted after him.
Aidan's eyes flashed with that same fire that I'd seen only moments before and he started to move towards me. Closing my eyes, I braced myself for the inevitable punch that was coming my way. But it didn't. Instead, I felt the palm of his hand against the top of my head, his fingers pushing through my towel-dried hair. With a push downwards, his intentions were made clear to me and, as I'd done for other men before, I fell to my knees.
At first, he said nothing: no words were required. With his free hand, he lowered the joggers he was wearing and his boxers came with them. The eighteen-year-old wasn't hard, a soft, uncut cock lay heavily on his big, hairy balls and, for a second, I was taken back by this. But then I realised: Aidan... isn't gay. This isn't about that. For me, this was about the fulfilment of something I'd thought about for years and for him... well... Aidan's motivations here would become clear soon enough. After I took it into my mouth, it didn't take long for his cock to firm up. The warmth of my tongue and the feel of my soft lips sent the blood directly to his cock and I could feel it thickening and forcing my tongue down to the bottom of my mouth. As it did, Aidan's fingers started to interweave with my hair. Once they had a good grip, he took control from me.
With only the cry of "Take it, slut! the boy I'd grown up with rammed his now-hard cock into my throat, dragging my head down by my hair into his crotch. I hadn't expected it and, as you'd expected, the gagging and choking began but there was no let up. Aidan was a lot stronger than me and, as soon as his cock head powered through my natural resistance, there was no way that I was going to make him get out of me.
"Oh fuck! I'm in your throat, you fucking whore!"
He didn't need to tell me: I could feel him moving into my neck as he slammed my nose down into his pubes. I could almost smell him more than I could taste him: my mind consumed with the man I'd called my best friend.
"Ugh! Fuckkkk!" he grunted and groaned as he started to pull back out of my throat only to slam all the way back in. My cheeks were once again stained with tears from my watering eyes as, for the third time that day, my throat was abused by a man with a big, thick, uncut cock. Gagging hard, I did my best to control my reflexes but, a couple of times, I choked and my head would jerk backwards. The reprieve would be temporary as, within seconds, Aidan would force me all the way to the base once again, his heavy balls slapping on my chin as he did so.
"Yes!" he screamed out as he rammed every inch back into my throat and pulled me down as far as was possible to go, "Fucking choke, you nasty slut! Gag on a real man's cock!"
With each second, he was getting more and more aggressive. Between his verbal insults, he'd grunt and groan and, a few times, almost roar. And all I could do was take it. Inside me, I could feel his cockhead pushing back and forth through the opening to my throat, a little pop each time it switched between in and out. I knew that my neck must have been bulging as I could feel the long, thick tube of his cock sliding down into it. Aidan was one of the biggest of the now five cocks that I'd taken, possibly even the largest overall, and he wasn't letting up in his assault on my throat.
"This is what you fucking wanted!" he growled down at me, pulling my head back by my hair but leaving his cock rooted inside of my throat. Though my vision was blurred by the tears, I could make out his face, snarling down above me. I knew what he was looking at: I'd seen the photos from my times with other men. My lips would be stretched so wide around the thickness of his shaft that they'd look like they were about to rip. My eyes, whilst wet, would betray that innate hunger for dick that I felt. My chin and cheeks would be messy and coated with spit and precum. Other men had looked down at that same image with their own desire and lust. But from Aidan, I saw only hatred and rage. My eyes closed and I felt myself flinch as something wet hit against my skin. Opening one, I saw Aidan purse his lips and get ready to spit on my face once again.
After he'd had enough of spitting down on me, of which there were three more times, he withdrew slightly from my throat and then resumed fucking his thick, teenage cock into it. This time, he slid his fingers down the side and passed my lips. In a way that I didn't even think was possible, he fish-hooked them into my cheeks and pulled my lips open, forcing them wider than they'd been before. It made things harder for me but he didn't care: it allowed him to thrust his hips back and forth harder and so power-fucking my tight throat was easier.
"Yeah, fucking take it!" he cried out, "Such a nasty whore! Nasty, dirty, fucking slut! Take my cock! TAKE MY FUCKING COCK!"
Then, as his noises reached a peak and I was sure he was going to spunk, he withdrew completely. Long strings of saliva and throat slime connected my lips to his cock, which was now glistening in the light, so wet after its time inside of me. He was breathing heavily and, as soon as I could gain control of my breathing again, I started to cough and splutter, falling forward onto my hands. I was still there, bent forward and struggling to regain a steady rhythm, so distracted that I didn't realise that Aidan was moving. I didn't hear his bare feet on the carpeted floor of the room. I didn't see the shift in light as his position in the room changed. I didn't feel the touch of his wet cock against my body until it was too late.
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