"Love him, you did not love him. You never did."
"Yes I do, I will always love him" I said with tears streaming down my face.
"You saw a poor vulnerable man going through a trying time and you took advantage of him. Isn't that the way it was Mr. Donavan?"
"No, no, no" I answered still with tears running down my face. I had been reduced to a shameful emotional wreck.
"I put it to you, Mr. Donavan, that you are nothing but a queer home wrecker. You..."
"Mr. Steinberg that type of behavior will not be tolerated in my court room."
"I'm sorry your Honor..."
How did I end up in divorce court, on the witness stand, crying like some stupid school girl? Why did I allow this to happen to me? This all started five years ago, and if only I could foresee today I would have never allowed it to happen. I guess I should start from the beginning.
My name is Ted Donavan. I am 5' 8" tall. I have brown eyes and dark skin and brown curly hair (product of a mixed copulation) and weigh 155lbs. At 26 years old, I decided to go to school to study computers at the local community college. I had purchased a computer my first year out of high school, and I was hooked. I taught myself to build web pages by reading various books and going to different web sites. I had built a web site for a high school friend, who I had a wicked crush on and still do, for his business before it took off. He expanded to five neighboring states and hired me as his web site administrator. The perfect job, I worked from home and I had free time to do anything I wanted.
It was while at the college I met Richard Staminowski. He has amazingly bright, shiny, golden blond hair with incredible blue green eyes. He is 6' 2" 210 lbs., was 35 years old with skin so pale and white it looked fragile. I remembered the first thing I thought when I first saw him was, 'this boy needs a serious tan.' He was not really handsome or really good looking for that matter, but yet he was attractive. He had a sexiness about him that seem to make him attractive, makes no sense I know. It is difficult to explain. He had a look about him; you just knew he was good in bed. I gathered he was married due to a ring scar on his ring finger. I could not figure why he never wore it to class. I guessed he was trying to pick up some young college chick while he was here. We were in two classes together and were paired as project mates in both of them. We quickly became friends. I learned that he and his wife had separated and they were in the beginning stages of divorce, and hence was living with his mother. He and his wife had two kids together. We started going out together, to the movies, out to eat, and generally just hanging out. He quickly became the best friend I never had and I was scared. I'd never had a close relationship with a straight guy before. I somehow never fit in with them. That's how I viewed heterosexuals at the time, them and us.
He convinced me to get a gym membership and we started going to the gym together three times a week. That was the first time I saw him naked. He had a nice curved muscular butt, a six inch soft uncut dick. Oh my god, I am falling for a married man. If he ever found out that I was gay or knew that I was sexually attracted to him, he would probably beat my ass to a pulp (that may not necessarily be a bad thing).
The first time we had sex, was a Friday night or Saturday morning after we came back from a night club. He'd had too much to drink and since I don't drink I had to drive his car home. He decided that it would make no sense for me to drive him to his parents' house then drive home then do it over in the morning again. It would make more sense if he slept at my house.
I put him up in my spare room. My house has three bedrooms one of which I used as an office. When we got there he asked me to help him undress. Was this really happening? I first took of his shirt. He had a light dusting of blond hair on his chest and abdomen. I so much wanted to feel up his muscular arms and chest. Then I took off his shoes and socks. When it came time to take off his khakis my hands were trembling. How many dreams have I had about this? How many loads have I blown late at night dreaming of this god of a man lying in my bed? I slowly undid his belt and then his zipper. The back of my hand "accidentally" touched his crouch. Oh my god was that a boner that I felt. No let me "accidentally" touch it again. It is a hard on. I guess my surprise was evident on my face, because he apologized and said it was because he hadn't had sex since his separation (seven months).
"I am so horny I could blow a load right now if I had a hand" he said while staring me in the eye.
Was this an invitation? My mouth was watering thinking about sucking that dick that was hiding under those Klein's. Oh what a big bulge it made.
Still looking me in the eye he said, "I know you want to.
Go ahead take it out and blow me".
I did not even think of how he knew I wanted to have sex with him or anything. I just leaned over and started sucking his dick through his underwear. I could taste his precum seeping through the cotton. I grabbed the elastic band of the underwear with my teeth and pulled it down. He raised his hips to ease the removal. Lying on his abdomen was a beautiful nine inch uncut dick leaking profusely onto his stomach. I attacked it quickly before he changed his mind. How could I have gone for so long without this? The taste, the texture, the full feeling you get when it's in your mouth, the taste of the salty sweet prejiz, the moaning, all of it was so wonderful. I deep throated him and he grabbed the back of my head entangling his fingers in my hair and began to fuck my throat. Although he was `drunk' he didn't last more than five minutes. There was not the usual stiffening of the muscles or any extra moaning. His dick just got harder and a bit thicker and began to throb and then blasted thick globs of cum into my mouth. It was salty and sort of spicy. I swallowed every drop. This was the nectar of the gods.
I licked his dick clean of my spit and his cum. Just as I was about to leave to go to my room he stopped me by holding my arms and pulling my down on the bed next to him. Pulling my head onto his chest and that's how we went to sleep. I went to sleep almost afraid of what would happen in the morning. Would he be mad and beat the shit out of me? Most of all I think I was more afraid that this would be the end of our friendship. My one true friend and I would lose him because I could not control my urges. I went to sleep that night with the wonderful taste of Richard's cum still in my mouth, and a fear of what sunrise would bring.
The next day I woke up first at around 8:30 with my head right where I left it on Richard's chest. I laid there listening to the heart beat of the man I loved. Would this be a one night stand? I would need more than that. Would he wake up pretending to be too drunk to remember last night? I got out of bed as quietly as possible to use the shower in my room. I was somehow hoping that he would not be there when I got out. I guess that was mainly to due to the fact I did not want to deal with the possible end of the best friendship I've ever had.
While I was soaping my face I heard the shower door open and I just froze I was slightly afraid that I would not even be able to fend off the blows. He came into the shower and stood behind me closing the shower door. He began to massage my shoulders with soapy hands. I got an instant erection. I had not come last night so I guess it wasn't at all difficult to catch wood. He continued to rub my chest running his fingers over my tits. He pulled me tightly to his chest and began nibbling my ear. I could feel his manhood against the small of my back.
His right hand left my chest and started rubbing my back. He put both of his hands under the water rubbing the soap between them. Both of his hands went to my back rubbing down my back to my ass. He began to massage the globes of my ass rubbing the soap in my crack. He soaped his hands some more and again went to massaging my crack with his hands. After a while he stopped at my hole and make circles around it. We had not spoken since he came into the shower. Suddenly he rammed his middle finger up my hole. It hurt quite a lot but he found my prostate on the first try and began massaging it. That made the hurt so good.
He added another finger to the finger fucking. He leaned into my right ear and whispered, "This is what you want, something hard filling your tight slut pussy?"
"I've seen the way you look at me when I'm naked in the gym, like some dick depraved slut."
"Is that what you are, some kind of slut looking for dick to fill your whore pussy?" Smack! He slapped me hard on my ass, "Your man is talking to you bitch. You have to learn your place when your man is talking to you."
"Yes, I am a depraved slut I've wanted you to fuck me for so long now please fuck me, fuck me please.
"That's better bitch." With that he removed his hands from my hole and rammed his dick full length into my ass. "Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!! Oh god." I screamed. It hurt so fucking bad but I didn't care, the man of my dreams was fucking me and that is all that mattered. He didn't wait for me to get used to it, he started off like a sprinter running the 100 meter. The smacking of his pelvis against my ass was so loud in the enclosure. I began moaning.
"Yea take my dick bitch this is what you wanted now take it you fucking slut."
"You pretend to be all high and mighty but you are nothing but a faggot slut and now I know, don't I bitch?"
I didn't like the way he was talking to me but it was turning me on like a motha and my dick was so hard I could drill for oil with it. I hadn't touched my dick through this whole episode and I was already close to cumming. When he grabbed my hair from behind and yanked, that did it for me. I started cumming, powerful jets of cum shot all over the shower wall in front of me.
"Oh yea slut come with your man's dick fucking you. Your man made you come with just his dick."
I shot at least eight times. My asshole began to spasm around his dick during my orgasm and that did it for him. With one brutal lunge he thrust his dick as far up my ass as it would go and started blowing his load.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh fuck yes, in your tight pussy. Take my cum you tight pussy bitch. Oh yes, yes. Hah yea whew that's some good pussy you got there."
I must admit I didn't feel his load shooting up my ass. All I felt was the throbbing of his dick when he shot. He kept his dick in me while we came down form our orgasmic bliss. When he did pull out his dick I felt a rush of cum leak out of me asshole.
He looked at me and said "You need to clean out your pussy. Cum is leaking out of you like a penny whore, slut."
I felt humiliated almost to tears. I had fought so hard not to let this happen again and now here I was just gotten fucked and being treated less that a two cent whore. I felt week and dropped to my knees. When he saw this he grabbed my head and turned me around, ramming his half hard dick into my mouth. He started fucking me throat like a jackhammer.
"Clean off my dick you ungrateful bitch. Your man just gave you the fucking of your life and you didn't even thank him. You bitches are all the same, so fucking ungrateful."
After his dick was clean he started rubbing his dick all over my face. I closed my eyes enjoying this humiliating treatment. Then I felt a warmer liquid pouring over my face. `Oh my god I thought, he was pissing on my face.' Panic stricken I tried to get away. He tightens his grip on my head and continued peeing on my face.
"Open your mouth slut I have something for you."
I refused to open my mouth. He stopped peeing and suddenly he slapped me hard across my left cheek with his right hand. My eyes flew open to see him angrily glaring at me. He back handed me across the right cheek. This time I was slightly dizzy and I began crying.
"Now are you going to open your mouth, bitch?"
I opened my mouth. Richard put just the head of his dick in my mouth and continued pissing. I was swallowing piss and I was enjoying it despite my initial reluctance. I was drinking the piss of Richard Staminowski and I was enjoying it immensely.
When he finished he said, "What do you say bitch."
"Thank you Richard."
"That's sir to you bitch."
"Thank you sir."
"What are you thanking me for?"
"Thank you for fucking me, for allowing me to suck and clean your dick and feeding me your piss, sir..."
Chuckling he pushed me away from him looking at me with a look of triumph in his eyes. I must have been a sight lying back supported by my elbows with a hard dick, legs spread with cum running out of my distended asshole. Yet after all that I wanted him to fuck me again. Still looking at me pushing his big toe up my ass, he began fucking me with his toe.
"Does my bitch want more dick?"
"Yes, I want more of your dick sir, please?"
"Not now I'm hungry. Clean yourself up and get in the kitchen and make us breakfast."
With that he left the shower and walked out of the bathroom. Still lying on the bathroom floor I began to finger my asshole it was a bit sore but it was a good sore. Recalling what just happened between me and Richard I started jerking my dick. It took me less than ten strokes to blow my load all over my chest. After cleaning up I left the bathroom threw on an under shirt and a pair of boxers and went down to the kitchen. He came down a little later, fully dressed, got the newspaper from outside and began reading it at the kitchen table.
I served scrambled eggs with ham, bacon, French toast, with orange juice and coffee. Richard was reading the paper. We ate our breakfast in total silence. While I was cleaning up I took the opportunity to tell him how I felt about the names he was calling me when we were in the bathroom.
"Richard can I talk to you?" I asked turned away from him facing the sink still washing the dishes.
He didn't answer so I proceeded. "I really didn't like the way you were talking to me when we were in the bathroom. I mean I really enjoyed what we were doing, but." He got up and walked over to me still saying nothing.
He leaned over to my right ear and whispered, "So you are not a bitch huh, or a slut, or a little faggot fuck boy?" I shook my head no. "Well I am sorry that I mistook you for one." That statement was oozing sarcasm. I could not believe that I already had a hard on and he hadn't even touched me plus I just blew two loads less than an hour ago.
"So if I were to check, you wouldn't have a hard on right now right?" I didn't answer. He grabbed my hard dick through my boxers. "Ahhhh real men get hard when a man is standing next to them."
He ripped my boxers off of me, "Real men let other men take off their underwear with no struggle."
He then put his middle and index fingers in my mouth, "Real men let other men finger fuck their mouths." He removed his fingers and I knew what he was going to do.
He shoved his fingers up my asshole roughly and began to twist them. "Now this is very interesting, I have never heard of a real man allowing another man to finger fuck him up the ass and enjoy it, not even telling the other man to remove his fingers, hmm."
Richard yanked his fingers out of my asshole. I actually regretted the loss. He walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. "Come here Mr. Real Man."
He was backing me looking out the window. He turned around suddenly he face was full of rage. He walked up to me and slapped me hard across the face.
"Get down on your knees you fucking bitch." Dropping to my knees again with tears in my eyes I finally realized that maybe I am what he said I am. Why didn't I stop him from doing any of those things in the kitchen when I knew he was trying to prove a point? He unzipped his pants took out his dick and shoved it in my mouth and began fucking my face.
"A real man sucking dick how fucking ridiculous," he chuckled. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and asked, "Do you want to stop sucking my dick? I mean since you are a real man and all."
I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. He slapped me again across the face again. "A real man just asked you a question bitch, fucking answer."
"No I don't want to stop sucking you dick." I responded.
"Well now we know you are not a real man. You are nothing but a faggot slut to be used by real men, right Teddy?"
"Yes sir, that's all I am. A slut to be used by you, a real man, ny you." I disclosed. "So no more of this illusion you have about being a real man?"
"No sir, you are the only real man here."
"Good. Now suck my cock, cunt mouth." With that he pushed his cock back into my mouth and started roughly fucking my mouth.
He suddenly pull out and started slapping my face with his nine inches of masculine endowment leaving trails of my saliva and his pre cum in its wake. His body went stiff, he stopped breathing and then he was cumming all over my face. When he was finished cumming he used his dick to wipe his cum from my face and feed it to me. Pulling his dick out of my mouth, he just stood there staring at me.
"Thank you sir for allowing me to suck your dick, eat your cum, and drink you piss again sir."
"You're welcome slut, any time you want dick in you slut mouth or slut pussy let me know." He said with a big smile on his face. With that, he zipped up and left me in the house alone lying on the floor jerking off another load.