bareback I was Influenced

[nicktheslut]

A red light illuminated the dirty grey walls. Dark, shadowy figures moved in around me. The room felt small. Or was it that the dark figures filled the space? It was hard to tell from how I was positioned. The tingly feeling in my feet was so strong that they were numb and overpowered my train of thought. My arms stretched far above my head, held tight by what I could only imagine were restraints, equally adding to the interrupting pain, preventing me from focusing on what is, and I would presume, a shitting situation. How did I get here?

 

‘Not tonight, Steve. Let me sleep.’ Muffing into his pillow.

‘Common, we haven’t fucked in months… I think we are pushing on a year.’ I move my hand over the side of his waist, only to be swatted away. ‘Uugh.’

I tossed and turned, trying to settle my restlessness.

‘Fuck. Steve. Just go and watch TV or something.’

I logged onto my computer. Like routine, I searched for some of the most fucked up porn I could find while I jerked off. Real piggy shit. Nasty men gangbanging guys close to my age. Messy throat fucking porn and hardcore bondage and BDSM play. But it is getting to a point where the porn is just not satisfying. I reflected on how long I had been doing this monotonous routine porn searching and jerking off. I got with my partner soon after I turned 18. I’m 26, and our sex life dried out not long into our third year together. I’m a traditionalist, and I believe in monogamy, and I believe in commitment. Thick or thin, as they say. But here I am. Needs not being met and alone jerking off to what people see as fucked up and completely wrong.

 

I start flicking through hook-up sites, feeling completely guilty for it. I struck up a few chats with a couple of blocks here and there; occasionally, I would get a dick pic and the odd arse hole here and there. I don’t understand why guys sent pictures of their arse holes. They’re not very attractive when you can’t see the grand vision of a nice butt. Something about chatting with blokes online just felt… Soulless. The routine kept on and on. As I was about to call it, I stumbled across one profile of an older guy I found hot. He was in decent shape and a bit rough-looking. I’m not much for clean-cut guys. But what his profile said struck my interest. He was openly poz, and he seemed a little proud of it. I realised I was jerking harder than usual. I couldn’t control myself and emptied my balls over my smooth, defined chest.

 

‘What are you all dressed up for?’

‘Far well drink with work mate. You know Lisa. She’s finished up with the firm… You were invited, remember.’ I straighten up my belt, checking my appearance in the mirror. Looking sharp, I thought.

I could feel a shift in my partner’s energy, ‘Well. Long are you gonna be?’

‘I don’t know.’ The guilt crept up inside.

I grabbed my keys and headed for the door, checking myself in the reflection of the splash back in the kitchen as I strutted past.

‘What about me.’

‘I won’t be long.’ I gave him a peck on the lips and left.

 

The bar was hustling, and my work colleagues were in a party mood. I was torn between wanting to be part of their level of party and the guilt of not returning to my partner. My boss pressed another beer into my chest. I have a good friendship with my boss. I had worked with him for about three years. We spoke about personal shit, and I have opened up about my sex life and he… Well, he isn’t shy about his. Shawn was a married man. Two kids under 14. But he isn’t innocent. For an older bloke, he can get any pussy he likes, and he does. Our after-work chats always end up with him telling me how he banged some bird the other night. And I’m telling you, I thought I had a fucked up perverted sense of taste. He would have to be just as fucked up, if not worse. He’s told me stories of sharing his wife with other men. He gets a real kick seeing strangers shooting their load into his wife and then going in after. I’m always rock hard when he tells me, and he knows it too. Tonight is no different. We sat out on the deck with Shawn telling me yet another one of his conquests.

 

‘Fuck. I must have drunk too much.’ My eyesight was blurry, and I felt a little drowsy.

‘Shut up. I’m taking you out on a good night, Steve. No calling it early like you always do.’

And he didn’t let me leave. The crowd thinned out, and I was beginning to feel shitfaced. Soon, there were only the two of us. ‘Common mate. It's time to really party. I’m going to introduce you to a few fellas that I know. But first. We need to make a pit stop.’

And sure enough, we stopped by a brothel.

‘Jacob. What are we doing here… Mate? I can barely keep my eyes open.’

‘Shh.’

We were on the couch as the ladies came out of the back room one by one, as though they were Jacob's personal catalogue.

‘Hi, I’m Cindy.’ The brunette bombshell said, flirting with Shawn.

‘Shawn. You remember I am gay, right.’

‘Shh… Hi Cindy. Wanna play.’

‘I sure do. Come with me.

Shawn got up to follow, nudging me to come with them.

 

The room was what you would expect when going to a brothel: distasteful and over the top with velvet and oddly chosen furniture. I slumped into the chair in the corner. Shawn wasted no time getting busy with Cindy. I must have passed out. The sounds of thumping and muffling moans and groans first caught my consciousness. My lids scrapped against my dry eyes. And like I said earlier. An arse hole is not very attractive when you can’t see the grand vision of a nice butt. And Shawn’s arse is one of those grand visions. It was like it sobered me up as I watched his cheek flex every time he pumped his cock in Cindy. I was instantly throbbing and felt the strain of my cock pressed hard against my stomach from my tight jocks. He picked up pace. I couldn’t help but imagine licking the sweat built up in the matted bit of hair just above his arse crack. Trails of sweat wept across his burning skin as he held Cindy tight to his body while pumped away like it was the last fuck of his life.

‘Haah… Uugh.. Aaah...’ He moaned, and I knew.

His arse cheeks held firm. Cindy’s legs wrapped around him tighter. I had to do everything in my power not to… Release.

[Pnp-pig]

Great start! Looking forward to reading more of this tail.

[Njn0mc]

1 hour ago, nicktheslut said:

A red light illuminated the dirty grey walls. Dark, shadowy figures moved in around me. The room felt small. Or was it that the dark figures filled the space? It was hard to tell from how I was positioned. The tingly feeling in my feet was so strong that they were numb and overpowered my train of thought. My arms stretched far above my head, held tight by what I could only imagine were restraints, equally adding to the interrupting pain, preventing me from focusing on what is, and I would presume, a shitting situation. How did I get here?

 

‘Not tonight, Steve. Let me sleep.’ Muffing into his pillow.

‘Common, we haven’t fucked in months… I think we are pushing on a year.’ I move my hand over the side of his waist, only to be swatted away. ‘Uugh.’

I tossed and turned, trying to settle my restlessness.

‘Fuck. Steve. Just go and watch TV or something.’

I logged onto my computer. Like routine, I searched for some of the most fucked up porn I could find while I jerked off. Real piggy shit. Nasty men gangbanging guys close to my age. Messy throat fucking porn and hardcore bondage and BDSM play. But it is getting to a point where the porn is just not satisfying. I reflected on how long I had been doing this monotonous routine porn searching and jerking off. I got with my partner soon after I turned 18. I’m 26, and our sex life dried out not long into our third year together. I’m a traditionalist, and I believe in monogamy, and I believe in commitment. Thick or thin, as they say. But here I am. Needs not being met and alone jerking off to what people see as fucked up and completely wrong.

 

I start flicking through hook-up sites, feeling completely guilty for it. I struck up a few chats with a couple of blocks here and there; occasionally, I would get a dick pic and the odd arse hole here and there. I don’t understand why guys sent pictures of their arse holes. They’re not very attractive when you can’t see the grand vision of a nice butt. Something about chatting with blokes online just felt… Soulless. The routine kept on and on. As I was about to call it, I stumbled across one profile of an older guy I found hot. He was in decent shape and a bit rough-looking. I’m not much for clean-cut guys. But what his profile said struck my interest. He was openly poz, and he seemed a little proud of it. I realised I was jerking harder than usual. I couldn’t control myself and emptied my balls over my smooth, defined chest.

 

‘What are you all dressed up for?’

‘Far well drink with work mate. You know Lisa. She’s finished up with the firm… You were invited, remember.’ I straighten up my belt, checking my appearance in the mirror. Looking sharp, I thought.

I could feel a shift in my partner’s energy, ‘Well. Long are you gonna be?’

‘I don’t know.’ The guilt crept up inside.

I grabbed my keys and headed for the door, checking myself in the reflection of the splash back in the kitchen as I strutted past.

‘What about me.’

‘I won’t be long.’ I gave him a peck on the lips and left.

 

The bar was hustling, and my work colleagues were in a party mood. I was torn between wanting to be part of their level of party and the guilt of not returning to my partner. My boss pressed another beer into my chest. I have a good friendship with my boss. I had worked with him for about three years. We spoke about personal shit, and I have opened up about my sex life and he… Well, he isn’t shy about his. Shawn was a married man. Two kids under 14. But he isn’t innocent. For an older bloke, he can get any pussy he likes, and he does. Our after-work chats always end up with him telling me how he banged some bird the other night. And I’m telling you, I thought I had a fucked up perverted sense of taste. He would have to be just as fucked up, if not worse. He’s told me stories of sharing his wife with other men. He gets a real kick seeing strangers shooting their load into his wife and then going in after. I’m always rock hard when he tells me, and he knows it too. Tonight is no different. We sat out on the deck with Shawn telling me yet another one of his conquests.

 

‘Fuck. I must have drunk too much.’ My eyesight was blurry, and I felt a little drowsy.

‘Shut up. I’m taking you out on a good night, Steve. No calling it early like you always do.’

And he didn’t let me leave. The crowd thinned out, and I was beginning to feel shitfaced. Soon, there were only the two of us. ‘Common mate. It's time to really party. I’m going to introduce you to a few fellas that I know. But first. We need to make a pit stop.’

And sure enough, we stopped by a brothel.

‘Jacob. What are we doing here… Mate? I can barely keep my eyes open.’

‘Shh.’

We were on the couch as the ladies came out of the back room one by one, as though they were Jacob's personal catalogue.

‘Hi, I’m Cindy.’ The brunette bombshell said, flirting with Shawn.

‘Shawn. You remember I am gay, right.’

‘Shh… Hi Cindy. Wanna play.’

‘I sure do. Come with me.

Shawn got up to follow, nudging me to come with them.

 

The room was what you would expect when going to a brothel: distasteful and over the top with velvet and oddly chosen furniture. I slumped into the chair in the corner. Shawn wasted no time getting busy with Cindy. I must have passed out. The sounds of thumping and muffling moans and groans first caught my consciousness. My lids scrapped against my dry eyes. And like I said earlier. An arse hole is not very attractive when you can’t see the grand vision of a nice butt. And Shawn’s arse is one of those grand visions. It was like it sobered me up as I watched his cheek flex every time he pumped his cock in Cindy. I was instantly throbbing and felt the strain of my cock pressed hard against my stomach from my tight jocks. He picked up pace. I couldn’t help but imagine licking the sweat built up in the matted bit of hair just above his arse crack. Trails of sweat wept across his burning skin as he held Cindy tight to his body while pumped away like it was the last fuck of his life.

‘Haah… Uugh.. Aaah...’ He moaned, and I knew.

His arse cheeks held firm. Cindy’s legs wrapped around him tighter. I had to do everything in my power not to… Release.

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