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I had a few girlfriends from time to time at College, but I had a hard time making them into lasting relationships. That was until I hooked up was Sally, she was my only meaningful relationship with a woman, maybe because deep down I was hiding something in my subconsciousness. You see, what made us tick was, she would occasionally fuck me in the ass with a dildo or a strap-on, until she riled me so much, I needed to be taken anally all the time. She then took me to a sex party where everything goes and wanted me to find a guy to fuck me, which I did.
After my first experience bottoming to a real cock in my ass, I loved it. I soon realized that I enjoyed being dominated by men too much. The thought of being taken and being penetrated deep and hard by someone physically stronger than me was a dream come true. As their cock slides in and out of me, and the sound of his balls slapping me with each grunting drive, numbs my head with pleasure. By the time the guy fucking me has ejaculated inside my ass with cum, I will have had a heavenly homo orgasm. Being dominated like that makes me feel wanted and loved, even if at times I question my masculinity afterwards. I had gone from this young stud who fucked the shit out of girls and treated them as objects, to becoming more feminine like them and submissive. My world has turned dramatically now, in the space of 4-6 months. The more I think about how it felt to getting fucked in the ass by another man, the more I realize why I am slowly losing interest in ever fucking a girl again.
Sally was the one that introduced me first to anal and then the sex party scene, but from there I improvised. Little did she know, she had opened the closet door to my homosexuality and closed the door on my cock stud life. To think that once upon a time, Sally was this cock-hungry hypersexual minx and now she’s a full-on lesbian. I had considered myself lucky that I fooled around with Sally all those years, who encouraged me to live out my bi-curious dreams.
That’s where our story of sexual adventure as a couple deviated. Sally was now a lesbian and I was bi-sexual/gay, our sexual preferences were now on a collision course. It was less complicated when we were both heterosexual and bi-curious and she was banging me with a strap-on.
Since I was now getting fucked by my fuck Daddy (Frankie), she’s gotten so jealous and angry about it. The more I evolved bisexuality and into full-on homosexuality, the more she became a man-hating lesbian.
Which led to a war of words, and it got real nasty. She called me “a faggot bitch” and “a cock hungry whore to Frankie” and that “all I do is crave his cock.” I was gobsmacked, at this. So Sally the once love of my life had become a salty jealous lesbian bitch and dumped me.
By mid-week, she had packed up her belongings and had left my rental loft. I somehow think she had already planned on leaving but just needed an excuse. So I was unceremoniously dumped by Sally-Ann, and to be honest I felt both sorry for myself and a bit relieved.
To make matters worse was my work. I had worked at the same company, for 3-years. It was a 30-minute walk to the train station from home each day, plus a 20-mile trip to work by train, luckily it was only a 10-minute walk from the nearest station to work. Sally used to once drive me to the station on her way to work when we were more on the same page together.
In 3-years I never had any dramas at work, that was until a new staff member was hired. Callum (my boss) for those years, used to mind his own business and let me go with the flow, that was until he hired her. You see, I was a bit of a smartass since my early days with the firm, and Callum didn’t mind as long as I remembered that work came first. Then about 3-months ago he hired (Felicity) the new front-desk girl she turned out to be a stuck-up feminist bitch. We get off on the wrong foot from her very first day, and now Callum had sided with her, which rocked the boat.
It all started over coffee, I asked her to make me one and she swiftly pointed to the coffee machine and it’s been frosty ever since. My 8-hour days were now harder. Not only the traveling without a car and now putting up with Callum’s princess. Now my job was to do what had to, and shut my mouth, and watching the clock. Once my day was up, I left quickly like Fred Flinstone leaving Slate quarry from the old cartoons. “Yabba Dabba Do” and out the door, I went without any goodbyes.
On my way to the train station, I started to visit the local bars and have a few, before catching my train.
Luckily I only stayed at the bars until “Happy-hour” was over at 7:00 PM. Then I would walk to the station for my trip home. Then one night I stay too long at a gay bar and missed my 7:35 PM train trip home and had to catch the 8:20 PM. Luck was on my side, as Frankie saw me walking to the station and offered me a ride home. Then once at my place, he fucked my troubles away.
He stayed the night and gave me a morning fuck before driving me to the station in the morning. It soon became a routine of ours that in the morning he would pick me up and take me to the station.
A few weeks later he realized I worked not far from where he did, so he drove me close to work. We would visit a McDonald’s on the way and ordered coffee inside. The first day, he gave me a wink and we swiftly headed to their restrooms.
We would enter one of the cubicles and locked the door behind us. Frankie sat on the potty and eased his belt, while I knelt before him and wrestled his cock from his pants. I took the tip of his cock into my mouth and slowly slid it in and out of my mouth, while I stroked his shaft slowly and caressed his balls. In no time I was licking up and down his shaft, and sucking on his shaved balls. Once I’d taken a load down my throat and we cleaned up, we collected our coffees and drove to work. This became a morning routine for a while. Most of the time he shagged my ass while I braced and faced the toilet wall. He’d fuck me good and proper inside a cubicle, my cock would swing from side to side while he slammed his cock deep inside me. I’d go to work with a load of cum in my ass or down my throat. It made work bearable.
Frankie worked in an office a few blocks away from me, but in the evening, I had to make my own way home, as he worked varying hours. What did Sally do to me, I never in my wildest thoughts dreamed about this type of lifestyle.
At work, I was still buzzing from the thought of cock on my brain, it helped me get thru my tedious workday.
Once work was over, I would hit the bars, preferably the gay bars or with rainbow flags out front. Most of the bars were dives that I visited, either sports-oriented bars or full-on gay ones, but I found that most of them, only played R’N’B, Techno, or pop music crap, which I couldn’t stand so avoided them like a plague. So if I did stumble into an R’N’B or dance-pop music bar, I’d order a beer or a bourbon and then leave. It took a while to find the right bars to go to, and it took a while before I picked up any sort of action. By now my confidence was building within my new gay world.
Eventually, on a Friday, I entered a newly opened bar, it had the rainbow flags out front but it had something different inside. 80’s Hair-Metal. The Hard-Rock vibe was what I preferred over and other bars. I sat down and ordered a beer and a shot of bourbon. The venue was dimly lit and almost dark, except for the rotating disco ball lights, I could see a smallish crowd dancing around to the tunes. I heard Whitesnake, Motley Crue, Winger, it was music to unwind too. You see all that Top-40s, R’N B or doof-doof rubbish made me agro and that is not the “me” I wanted to be right now.
I ordered another shot of bourbon and another beer. It was while I sipped on my second beer, that I got my first chance to look around. I noticed that on the medium-sized TV screens that hung on the walls, that they were showing porn. Not just any porn, but full-on homo porn.
That’s when looked over the whole venue. It was now filling up with men and women, or they looked like women in the darkness. They were all mingling, dancing, or jumping around, my eyes were now getting accustomed to the dark. After a couple more drinks, I went up to the DJ who was playing the songs and tried to ask him to play a song as every drunk had been, and I wanted to hear some Twisted Sister.
He looked at me with confusion, followed by a smirk. He wasn’t a bad-looking DJ, he had the looks and hair of Janie Lane from Warrant. He wore a denim jacket over his sweaty bare chest, when I got close enough to him, I noticed his abs were toned, and he wore rubber or vinyl shorts and were tight. I was fascinated or infatuated by him. I was checking him out, I’ve never done that before, and I wondered what his manhood was like inside his shorts. As our eyes met, I couldn’t help but feel ashamed and embarrassed. I tried to look away, but just then I noticed he licked his lips. Then he knelt to talk to me.
“Why don’t you join me in my DJ both and choose some songs,”He said, which to my delight pleased me.
As I stepped up into his elevated both, he helped me by the waist and mocked to the crowd that he was fucking me. The ones who noticed replied with woof whistles. I turned around and he kissed me passionately on the lips in front of 150-200 people, I felt like I had died and was in heaven and tried to block them out.
“Do you want to go backstage with me, for some fun?”He said to my ear. I nodded a yes.
He then programmed 10-songs and off we went. It was an office-like room, it was filled with old band stickers and had red and yellow lights, with a bar fridge. He opened a bottle of tequila while he held me by the waist and poured it down his throat, then down mine. It spilled from my mouth after it filled my mouth and throat. He then started kissing me on my neck and unbuttoning my shirt and then my work pants. I could hear the music blasting from the dance floor, but I was lusting for this DJ like a “Groupie”.
So, I got down on my knees and struggled to pull down his rubbed shorts, to reveal his cock. I looked at him and grinned before I went ahead and tasted it, I nibbled on it and rolled my tongue around it. He moaned lightly and grabbed my head tighter and pulled me into him, making me gag with cock down my throat. I was then face-fucked for a good 5-minutes before he suddenly pushed me off him. I hit the floor with a thud.
He rolled me around and pulled my pants down and off me, before fingering my eager ass-hole. He then kissed and bit my shoulders while fingering my ass. Then he stopped and started biting my ass-cheeks and licking my ass. Then when the moment was right, he spread some lotion over my ass and asshole. He slipped his cock into my ass, as I relaxed and let him in deeper. He made me arch my back slightly, and his cock went balls deep and hit that spot that makes you smile. His cock grew bigger inside me as he fucked me good and hard. It was painful and I feared he would rip me open. My moaning was more like screams from a girl. It turned him on more and he got faster, and his hands gripped my sides and sweat was dripping off him onto my back. I couldn’t help moaning, as it hurt but I was loving it. Then the DJ started to pump into me, over and over, I moaned as he fucked me. I started backing up into him, keeping in time with his forward thrusts. The head of his cock was spiking my hot spot within my bowels. I hoped I wouldn’t cum too early, as he grabs hold of my hips and fucked me hard.
I felt my cock let go, while he continued to fuck me hard. The rest was a blur, I remember waking up face down, with my pants down around my ankles and my shirt ripped open. I felt my ass and it was still gaping and I could feel the lotion and cum oozing out of me. Then I stumbled as I tried to stand up, my head was spinning at first. I cleaned myself up and got dressed.
I walked back out to the dance floor and saw the DJ was with grooming another person on stage. He spotted me and gave me a wink.
From that day on, Fridays and this bar or club became my usual haunt, thanks to the DJ, I was starting to get a regular fuck from him or someone in the venue.
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