Help me turn my boyfriend

[Guest]

So, let’s start with a bit of backstory. I’m your average gay 27-year-old hoe. Good enough looking to get a fuck whenever I want but not necessarily good looking enough to get every fuck I’d like. Proud out loud since my late teens and I’ve fucked around a lot. Think of any sex act, I probably have done it at least once, think of anything you’d like to fuck you up, I probably have tried it a least once. I enjoy being a top once in a while and I can be a mean dom fucker if the mood strikes me but usually I like being on the receiving end.

My new boyfriend of six moth is generally amazing. He is in his mid-thirties, nice, wealthy, handsome plus he has an amazing body and a way above average cock, but when it gets to sex, he’s so fucking boring. He came out late and the only experience with men he had before we got together were some “bro”jobs. He only fucks me and only doggy or missionary. I just got him to ditch the condoms recently, but he still mostly pulls out and squirts on my ass or stomach. He likes to stay sober and reluctantly agreed to let me keep my poppers-stash because I told him I need them because his cock is “so huge.”

Well, last weekend went a little different. We were out with a few friends of mine to a big gay party. He was obviously quite uncomfortable there, but I needed some fun and I promised him we wouldn’t stay for long. He got his beer, me and me and my friends got something fruity with a good amount of "vitamin g". I went to the dancefloor to blow of some steam and when I came back, he had not only drunk his beer but also most of my drink. I told him what he just drank and could see how some totally controlled anger rose inside him and he insisted, that we head home, now.

When we got there he was still angry but also totally smashed and obviously horny. Before he could start yelling I told him to keep it till tomorrow, got on my knees and started blowing him as soon as we were inside. When he was rock hard he pulled me up and shoved me to the bedroom and pulled my pants down and made me kneel on the edge of the bed. While he was struggling to get out of his pants I grabbed a fresh bottle of poppers from the nightstand. I smirked when I saw how he tried to manage to get out his pants while being wobbly on his feet. He saw it and got angry again. “Fuck it. Get back here.” These were his first words since we entered the apartment.

I lubed up, hit the poppers and got fucked. For five minutes straight he piston fucked me on the edge of the bed, still his shoes on and his trousers around his ankles. He fucked me hard and angry and silently, while I got fucked up on poppers and started moaning heavily. He fucked me faster and harder only yelling fuck, when he came deep inside me. Then he fell on the bed next to me, still his shirt on and his pants around the ankles.  

When the poppers haze cleared, I got up, out of my cloth and got some water. When I came back, my cock was still hard and leaking after the pounding and load I received. I found my boyfriend slightly moaning, slowly fucking the mattress and presenting me his amazing as.

[Guest vers-jock]

For a moment I thought about taking the opportiunity and his ass. But I figured that would'nt end well. Would I like him to take advantage of me if I were in his situation? Fuck yeah! But he probadly would have a different oppion in the next morning. I sat next to his head and he just murmured: "Shit, I'm so fucked up." I told him: "No worries, you'll be allright tommorow. Here, big boy, now swallow." And I gave him a few sipps of water. Then I relieved him clothes. Fuck, he was so hot, lying there naked, mellow, horny already sporting a semi again. I sat back on the bed and gave him a bit more water. "Here, big boy, open up."

Shit this situation made me horny. My boyfriend was aware of my hard cock and in his eyes was a hunger I'd never seen before. Is placed myself on the head end of the bed opened my legs and started jerking my cock. "Come here if you want it, big boy." I said. He crawled over and started slurping down my member. It felt realy nice. It wasn't giving me head often and wasn't particulary good at it, but the fact, that he was so hungry for it, made it so much better. He started even gagging on my cock. I realized the bottle of poppers was still lying on the bed. I thought about poppering my cock hungry boy up a bit and got even more horny from the idea, when he was gagging again and so his fate was sealed. I pulled his face up. "Here, big boy, now inhale." He took a deep hit and I pushed him back on my cock. This was nice, very nice. I couldn't refraining from starting to fuck his throat till he gagged again. I pulled him up. "You want more, big boy?" He just nodded. I gave him three big hits and pushed him back down and my cock again deep inside him. Three more times and I got ready to shoot my load and cought up in the moment I shouted: "Yeah, drink it all up, you slut."

When I came back from the shower he was already asleep. Over the next days I tried to talk to him about what happend that night, but it's over a week and he always finds a way to shut the conversation down. Today I used his lap top for some stuff while he was away, got horny and looked up some porn. I realized he had some new favourites on pornhub, not his usual corbin fisher and sean cody bullshit but some grown up stuff. Irealy want a fuck like last week and deep inside he obvious does too.

So guys, help me turn my boyfriend. Just write your advice down here.

[Guest vers-jock]

Hi guys, quick update.

We finally fucked again. Last night we couldn’t sleep, it was way too hot. It started blowing him, when he got hard, HE made hit some poppers before he brought in position for doggy and gave me a good pounding. Not like last time under the influence, but still good. He told me to hit the poppers a few more times before he unloaded deep inside my guts. We are on the right track.

So, any advice on how to turn my boyfriend more into a pig would be appreciated 😉

[Guest vers-jock]

Yesterday, when my boyfriend came home from work he found me sitting on the couch naked, legs wide open and jerking. The tv showed some porn, some poppers sniffing bare fuckers in action. He looked more annoyed than anything else. I asked him to accompany me on the couch and pleaded a little with him, told him I was still horny from the amazing fuck he gave me the night before and hadn’t had the chance to come yet; and really needed to get off before I would head to the gym and meet my trainings partner whom my boyfriend despised mainly because the guy fucked me a few times before I got together with my boyfriend.

So, he sat next to me and stared on the screen, the bottom was just getting poppered up nicely before the two big dicked tops started spit-roasting him. Meanwhile I had freed the semihard, still growing cock from my boyfriend’s trousers and put his hand on my already with precum glistening cock. For a few minutes we just gave each other hand jobs while staring at the screen, till one of the fuckers put his first load into the slut who was moaning in ecstasy.

I put my hand on my boyfriend’s neck. “I really need a bit mor help right now.” I gave him an overdramatic “Oh, yeah.” When I entered his mouth. I gave him a few more moans for this mediocre blow job. I let him do his thing, not pushing him further down, till he kneeled in front of me, working my cock. I grabbed and opened the poppers bottle that was covered by the cushions and lifted his head. “That was quite o.k., but I know you can do way better. Take a hit, big boy. Hold it. And another one. Hold it.” I saw how his mind was taken over by the fumes and he graved more. Shit that was hot. I pushed him back down on my cock. “Yeah, that’s more like it, take it all in.” I started moving my hips, fucking his throat. When he gaged he got a few more hits. And again. And again. Shit I was getting close. I stood up. He was kneeling in front of me. I could see the hunger in his eyes. “You want it, don’t you?” He didn’t move. I gave him two big hits. “You want it, don’t you?” He still didn’t move. Two more hits. And again. And again. Shit he was hammered. “You want it, don’t you?” He nodded. That was enough for today. I fucked his mouth till my jizz exploded deep in his throat. He drank it all down. Not that he really had a choice. I bowed down and gave him a hard kiss. “Fuck, that was hot.” When I was sure poppers had more or less left his system I stood up.

“Shit, I’m so late.” I grabbed my stuff and got dressed while he was crawling on the coach and laying down. I gave him a quick kiss, licked the precum from his boner and was on my way out of the door.

“I’ll make it up to you when I get back, I promise.”

[bipigboy05]

Oh yes… this effervescent, bitter, sweet and sour smell of corruption is gently devouring those pungent morsels of innocence that have ripened in fertile pure mounds. Fill your carnal hunger with ambrosia and taint it so that it may reap the fruits of corruption seeds yet sown. 

 

Edited August 7, 2020 by bipigboy05
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[Guest vers-jock]

I arrived more than fifteen minutes late at the gym and therefore, as by the rules I once invented, I owed the guys a round of drinks later. And after a "double or nothing" round of racquetball and a humbling defeat I owed them two. But of the four of us only three made it two the bar, one had two go after the first round and so sat there in a dark corner with my former fuckbuddy and my third drink - he wanted to buy a last round after I was so "generous" - and spilled the beans. He was asking if I managed to get my boyfriend home all right after he drugged himself at the party the other night and confessed that he had wondered for a while how my boyfriend would behave if someone or something would help him to unwind and not be so damn uptight all the time.

And so I told him about the night of the party and after I saw his interest and the bulge in his pants, that had gotten even more prominent during my story, I couldn't help but tell him about what has transpired since. After the last drink he drove me home. When he gave me a goodbye hug, he whispered in my ear: "If you ever need something to help your boyfriend relax a little more or someone to take care of the needs that may come with him being more relaxed, just let me know." He gave me a wicked smile, a wink and a slap on the ass and drove off.

It was late, I was a little tipsy, pretty horny but my boyfriend was already asleep. It was warm, he lay on his chest wearing nothing but tight shorts. The poppers somehow had made their way back to the nightstand. I took a quick hit. Uff, that was the good stuff. I got rid of my clothes; my dick sprung out of my shorts. I watched him sleep with his juicy butt in the air. I went over to him and opened the little brown bottle...

[seekingsomeaction]

I'm luving it!!

[Guest Rudderguy]

Totally into this story.  Waiting for things to go down. 😉

[Guest vers-jock]

!!!Author's note: Hi guys, I'm glad some of you are enjoying the story so far! I'm back at work this week, but I'll do my best to post a new part every weekend. While I have ideas for the next few posts I haven't planed out the entire story, so feel free to post suggestions on what might happen or what you would like to see, or to rephrase it "in game":

Do you have any ideas how I can help my boyfriend relase his inner slut? I'd really like to see him let loose. Help me turn my boyfriend!

[Voyeurboy69]

I love how this story has started. Rock hard thinking about the idea of getting your boyfriend hooked on poppers and slowly mindfucking him into submission. Keep it up