Chapter 2: Continued
Everyone is sitting back in the living room relaxing.
Ben is in a daze, the sex high still lingering through his body and mind. Martin and Dave, who have both been watching the show, are eager to join in. James, well, he’s always ready for more. He’s used to being passed around like a toy, and he loves it.
James sits between Martin and Dave, his thighs spread wide, his body still quivering with aftershocks. His ass is leaking cum from Ben’s aggressive fucking, and it’s a sight that both Martin and Dave are enjoying.
“Fuck, you’re a mess, James,” Martin comments, his eyes gleaming with lust.
"James tell me something." Dave says , his voice a low purr.
James turns his head to look at Dave, a soft smile playing on his lips. "What do you want to know, Dave?"
"What's your favorite thing about being used?" Dave asks, his eyes locked onto James's.
James's smile grows wider, his eyes shining with pleasure and excitement. "I love everything about being used, Dave. I love the feeling of being filled, of being stretched wide open. I love the sensation of a big, hard cock sliding in and out of my tight little hole.
I love feeling like a piece of meat, a fuck toy to be used and abused. I love the way it makes me feel, like I'm nothing more than an object for someone else's pleasure. And I love knowing that I can make someone else feel good, that I can bring them pleasure with my body," James says, his voice filled with passion and desire.
Martin smirks, his eyes gleaming with lust as he looks down at James. "You're such a fucking slut, aren't you, James? You love being used, don't you? Why don't you tell them about when you were at the height of being community sissy." Martin suggests with a wicked smile.
James bites his lower lip, his cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. He shifts slightly, his body still feeling the effects of Ben's rough fucking. He takes a deep breath before beginning.
"Well I had almost no standards at all , I was a community sissy. I would fuck anyone who wanted to fuck me, and I was passed around constantly. I loved it. I was always ready and willing. I remember one night, it was a gang bang, and there were at least ten guys there. They used me for hours, taking turns fucking me, using me however they wanted. They treated me like a piece of meat, and it was the best night of my life," James recalls, his voice filled with passion and longing.
Martin chuckles, "That's my boy, always so eager to please.
But tell them about the gang bang, you know, the details. The part that makes your cock hard even now."
James takes a deep breath, his cheeks flushing with both embarrassment and arousal. "Well, they had me kneeling in the middle of the room, my ass up in the air, my panties around my ankles. They took turns fucking me, one after the other. Some of them used my mouth, others my ass. They all came inside me, filling me up with their cum. I could feel it leaking out of me, dripping down my thighs.
There was so much cum inside me, it was dripping out with each thrust. I was a mess, but I loved it. I loved being used like that, being passed around like a toy. I loved feeling like I was nothing more than a fuck toy for their pleasure. And they all took what they wanted from me. Some were gentle, some were rough, but all of them used me for their own pleasure. And I loved every second of it," James finishes, his voice a soft moan as he remembers the feeling of being used so thoroughly.
James continues, "but that was just one of many gangbangs. As for more public scenarios, I've been fucked in public restrooms, in alleys, even in the back of a van at a truck stop. I love the thrill of possibly getting caught, the fear of someone walking in on us. It makes everything feel so much dirtier and more intense."
Martin chuckles, "You are definitely a filthy little slut, aren't you, James?"
James grins back at him, his eyes shining with pleasure. "Oh yes. I LOVE lonely truckers . You see, they are usually so desperate for a good fuck that they'll take anything they can get. And I LOVE being that anything," James recalls, his voice filled with lust and excitement as he reminisces about his past adventures in public sex.
"Horny lonely Bear truckers! Flirt with them a little, the take me back to the cab of their big rig and......." James let's out a moan lost in the memory. "Their huge rough hands gripped on my tiny little waist while they just breed me in their cabs. Or invite me into the truck stop shower with them , you know, the communal ones. The ones with the curtains that don't quite close all the way. And then, the sounds of my moans and their grunts echoing through the tiled room, it's just too much. It's so fucking hot," James continues, his breath hitching as he recalls the memory.
The living room is filled with the sounds of James's reminiscing, the rustle of clothing as everyone shifts slightly in their seats, their bodies reacting to his words. Martin's hand is resting on James's thigh, his thumb tracing lazy circles through the wetness that's leaking from him.
"One pretty funny time was at a bar." James goes on. "Some random guy approaches me and says hi. I literally looked him up and down and said yes. We went to a bathroom stall and I sucked him dry.
It was just so hot, being in a public place and taking a stranger's cock in my mouth, swallowing his cum like it was the best thing I'd ever tasted. He was rough too, holding my head in place and fucking my throat until he came. I loved every second of it."
James continued, "Another time at the bar this guy was flirting with me. But he was extremely nervous, anxious and shy. I could tell he really liked me and was trying to flirt although he was failing miserably. Of course I stay friendly and warm trying to give him as much green light as possible. I'm just giggling internally because he hasn't realized yet has has the green light to take me home and fuck me." James continues on.
"After a while I take the pressure off of him and take the lead. I look him in the eyes and say 'Hey, why don't you just buy me a drink and take me home' and the poor guy just about passes out right there on the spot. This cute little blush spreads over his face and he can't even look me in the eye anymore. I had to lead him out of the bar and back to his apartment like a little puppy dog.
He couldn't even look me in the eyes, he was so nervous," James giggles, remembering the encounter.
"What happened next?" Dave prods, his eyes gleaming with curiosity and lust.
James grins wickedly, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Well of course I rode him like a porn star!" James exclaims, laughing at the memory. "I couldn't let him down. I was like a fucking porn star riding his cock. He fucked me so deep, and he was so big, I thought I was going to split in two. But it was amazing, I could feel every inch of him inside me, hitting all the right spots. I rode him until he came, filling me up with his hot cum, and then I sucked him clean. He was so grateful, he kept thanking me over and over again."
Martin chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. "You're something else, James. Always have been.
"Sheesh at this point, I bet people could just walk up and put their cock in your mouth with no context huh?" Dave laughs , shaking his head in disbelief.
James goes a bit quiet. "Eh......only if I know them. Strangers it depends on the context and situation." James clarifies. "But with people I know, or even people I've just met but feel comfortable with, yeah, it could be that easy. I've always been a very sexual person, and I'm not shy about it. I'm open about what I like and what I want, and I've found that when you're honest and upfront about it, people are usually more than happy to oblige."
Martin nods, a smirk playing on his lips. "That's why we love you, James. You're always so open and eager.
James giggles "if its a party with just a bunch of my friends then oh yeah. I love all of them and they quite literally can shove their cock in my mouth at any time. Or kidnap me to the bedroom and use me." James adds.
Martin grins, his eyes gleaming with lust. He gets up and walks over to James and does exactly that , shoving his hard cock right into James’s mouth. "Oh you mean like this?" Martin says devilishly
James hums around Martin's cock and instinctively starts sucking , his tongue swirling around the head. Martin grabs a fistful of James's hair, guiding his head back and forth.
"That's it, slut. Take it all," Martin groans, watching James take him deep. He loves seeing his cock disappear into James's throat, feeling the tightness grip him. His balls tighten as he watches James's cheeks hollow out, taking him as far as he can go. He starts fucking James's face, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of James's throat. "You like that, slut? You like taking my cock in your mouth, don't you?" Martin asks, his voice thick with lust.
James moans, the sound vibrating around Martin's cock, sending shivers down his spine. He loves the way Martin uses him, the way he takes what he wants without any hesitation. He loves being used like this, being treated like a worthless piece of meat.
Martin's grip on James's hair tightens as he starts to fuck his mouth harder, his hips moving faster, his cock pistoning in and out of his throat.
James takes it all, his eyes watering from the force of Martin's thrusts, but he doesn't pull back. He loves the feeling of being used like this, of having his mouth filled with cock, of being fucked by it.
"Fuck, James, you're such a good little cocksucker," Martin groans, his voice thick with lust. "Look at you, taking my cock like a fucking champ." Martin praises, slapping James's face every time his cock hits the back of his throat. James nods, his eyes tearing up as he takes Martin's dick like a pro. He can't get enough of this. He loves feeling like a worthless fucktoy, a human fleshlight, to be used and abused.
"Fuck, you're so fucking hot like this, James. I could watch you suck dick all day long." Dave chimes in, his voice filled with lust. He's sitting next to Ben, who's slowly stroking his already hard cock, watching the show.
Martin pulls out of James's mouth with a wet pop, his cock glistening with spit and pre-cum. He looks down at James, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Martin sits back down.
Dave begins again, "So panty boy, you ever down anything that made you feel like maybe you went a little too far?" His tone was casual, but his eyes were hungry, eager to hear more of James's sordid exploits. "Like actually make you worry a bit that you're being too reckless?" Dave probes, his eyes gleaming with curiosity and lust. He's running his hand up and down James's thigh, his fingers tracing patterns in the wetness that's leaking from him.
James swallows, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He looks down, avoiding eye contact, before taking a deep breath and looking back up, meeting Dave's gaze. "Yeah, there was this one time," he starts, his voice barely above a whisper.
Martin's eyes widen, and he leans in, eager to hear the story.
What happened?" Martin asks, his voice filled with curiosity. He leans in closer to James, his eyes locked onto his.
James pauses for a moment, his cheeks flushing red with embarrassment and arousal. He takes a deep breath before continuing, "homeless guy." The words are barely audible, but the room falls silent, everyone listening intently.
"What? You fucked a homeless guy?" Dave blurts out, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief.
James nods, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "Yeah..... right under a bridge in his tent. He was nice and polite but.....you know. He was ugly and dirty and smelly all over. Missing several teeth too. Every bit of what you would think with a typical homeless guy." James confesses, his voice barely above a whisper. He looks down, avoiding eye contact once again.
Martin's eyes widen even more, his jaw dropping slightly, "You fucked a homeless guy under a bridge? James, what the hell were you thinking?" He asks, his voice filled with both shock and concern.
Dave leans back, his eyes still wide with surprise, "What in the world possessed you to do something like that?" He asks, shaking his head in disbelief.
James takes a deep breath, his cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "I was drunk and horny, and he was right there, and he seemed nice enough. I thought, why not?
I was feeling adventurous and reckless, and I wanted to experience something different. I was bored with the usual guys I was fucking, and I wanted a challenge. I didn't expect to find it under a bridge, but there I was. I told him I would suck his cock if he let me have some of his whiskey. He agreed, and we went into his tent," James explains, his voice soft and slightly ashamed.
Martin shakes his head, but there's a hint of admiration in his eyes. Always pushing the boundaries, always looking for something new and exciting.
James continues, "Yeah not my proudest moment. Guy literally had dirt and smegma all over his dick and I loudly and obscenely sucked it clean. Whatever I didn't get, he bred it into my ass. Yes, he fucked me raw as well. An unplanned bonus." A slow smile spreads across Dave's face as he leans back, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I've always loved a good story with an unexpected twist. So, what happened next, James? Did he at least have the decency to thank you for the blowjob and the raw fucking?"
James chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief at his own actions. "He didn't even say 'thank you.' He just handed me the whiskey bottle and told me to get the fuck out. I was so drunk and horny that I actually found it hot.
The whole experience was just so fucking depraved, and I loved every second of it. I mean, who the hell gets fucked by a homeless guy under a bridge? Me, apparently. And it was fucking amazing," James recalls, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he reminisces about the encounter.
Martin shakes his head, laughing. "Only you, James. Only you could find something hot about fucking a homeless guy under a bridge."
James chuckles "I don't regret it or anything. I definitely still think it was fun and hot. But I don't think ill do anything like that again. Well...... *probably* won't do anything like that again. I tested clean after that so just moved on with my life." James says, smiling softly, a distant look in his eyes as he reminisces about that wild chapter of his life.
Martin and Dave exchange a look, shaking their heads in disbelief, but also with a hint of admiration for James's stories. They know he's not exaggerating, and that he's had more adventures than most people would believe.
Ben, who has been quietly listening, finally speaks up. "So, James, you ever been exposed?" Ben asks, his voice casual, but his eyes are sharp, hungry for more details.
James looks up, his cheeks still flushed from the previous story, but he grins, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Oh, yeah, a few times. It's always a rush, you know? The fear of getting caught, the thrill of being exposed..."
Martin leans back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Do tell, James. We're all ears."
James chuckles and leans back against the couch, getting comfortable as he starts to weave his tale.
"Hmmm.....oh!" James begins, his eyes shining with mischief. "Walk of shame!" James exclaims, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he begins to recount his tale. "Was over this guy's apartment. It was him and his buddy. They were both marking me up with marker. Writing obscene things on me." He pauses, his cheeks flushing slightly as he remembers the encounter. "They wrote things like 'fag,' 'sissy,' 'cumdump' all over my body. It was humiliating, but also incredibly arousing. I felt like I was nothing more than a piece of property, a toy for their amusement. And I loved it.
Martin raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "And what did they do with you after they were done marking you up?"
James swallows, his eyes flickering down to the floor before meeting Martin's gaze. "They fucked me, of course.
Both of them. They took turns using me, while the other watched and laughed. They called me the most degrading names, and I loved every second of it. I was their little whore, their fucktoy, their cumdumpster. And I took it all, every inch of their filthy cocks, every drop of their hot cum. And when they were finally done with me, they threw all my clothes out the window. I had to collect them all outside in broad daylight in only my panties." James admits, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he recalls the humiliating walk of shame.
The room goes silent for a moment as everyone processes James's story. Finally, Martin breaks the silence, his voice filled with both shock and admiration. "You're fucking insane, James. But I gotta say, I'm impressed. Not many people would have the guts to do what you did."
James just shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips. "I guess I'm just not like most people. I like to push boundaries, explore new things. Even if it means being publicly humiliated."
Dave chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. "You're something else. What would your parents think?" Dave laughs.
James goes soft, "well.....they certainly aren't proud....." James's voice trails off, the smile fading from his face. He looks down, avoiding eye contact, a hint of sadness in his eyes.
Dave notices the change in mood and leans in, his voice gentle. "What is it, James? You can tell us."
James takes a deep breath, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and emotion. "My coming out wasn't exactly a gentle confession. I was 18 and snuck a guy a had a crush on in while my parents were out. They came home sooner than expected, didn't hear them come in, and well...... caught red handed on my knees in panties and *very* enthusiastically sucking his BBC." James chuckles a bit.
"Yeah, I mean, it wasn't ideal. They were understandably pretty shocked and upset. As you can imagine, I was disowned. Guy I was caught with helped me gather my things and stay with him for a while. I would have been on the street if it wasn't for him." James continues.
James brightens up a bit, "Definitely made sure he did NOT have to touch his own dick at all for those few months." James cackles. "That guy was one of the first to just have total free use of me.
Totally introduced me to the joys of being a slut. I couldn't get enough of being used, of being his little whore. I discovered that I loved being treated like that. Mr BBC had lots of fun Every single day I made sure he didn't even have to think about touching his own dick. He could just use me whenever he wanted," James says, a wistful smile on his face as he remembers those early days.
Martin snorts, "Well, you certainly found your calling early on, didn't you, James?" He grins, shaking his head in amusement.
"Poor guy probably didn't know what hit him, huh? You just waltzed into his life and turned it upside down."
James smiles, his eyes softening at the memory. "He was so sweet, though. He took care of me, made sure I had a place to stay and food to eat. And in return, I gave him everything he wanted. It was a good arrangement, really. Helped him live out a lot of fantasies he had. He'd text me to be on the bed face down ass up when he gets home from work.
I'd be there, ready and waiting, my panties tucked to one side, my boy butt eager for his use. He'd come in, see me like that, and a wicked grin would spread across his face. He'd drop his pants and briefs without a word, his thick, hard cock already leaking precum, ready for action.
He’d climb onto the bed, settling between my spread legs. I could feel the heat of his body as he positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against my eager hole. He’d slap my ass, hard enough to leave a stinging mark, and then he’d plunge in, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm as he fucked me senseless. He’d sometimes pull out and flip me over, shoving his cock back into my mouth, forcing me to taste myself on him. It was filthy, and it was perfect.
Martin, listening to James recount his early days as a slut, can’t help but feel aroused.
"did I mention it was a BBC??" James concludes , his breath hitching at the memory. He adjusts his position on the couch, his legs still spread wide, his body still aching from the rough fucking he received earlier. His ass is leaking cum, and he can feel it dripping down his thighs, but he loves the feeling of being used and filled.
James continues on, "So yeah anyway, haven't to my parents in years. They tried to get me to 'repent' and change my ways. I just cut them off completely." James says, his voice filled with both regret and acceptance. He takes a deep breath before continuing, "But yeah, that was pretty much the end of that. They tried to get me to 'repent' and change my ways, but I just couldn't do it. I knew who I was, and I wasn't going to waste my life pretending to be someone I wasn't. I hate them and I don't care what they think." James says, a hint of bitterness in his voice.
Ben pipes up, "you wouldn't be ashamed or anything if they saw you now or knew what you've done?" Ben asks, his eyes filled with both curiosity and lust. His hand is absentmindedly stroking his cock through his jeans, the bulge growing more prominent as he listens to James's stories.
James shakes his head, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "No, not at all. Screw them. As a matter of fact, I hope they DO know. I hope they see that video of me online sucking a cock in a dirty park bathroom stall and loving it." James says with a smirk. "Even further, my parents could walk in on me sucking Martin. Not only would I not stop, I'd laugh if he said some snarky." James says, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
Martin's eyes widen in shock, and a sinister grin spreads across his face. "So something like, 'damn you'reboy knows what he is doing' like that?" Martin chimes in, his hands reaching down to undo his belt and fly, his cock already hard and leaking precum.
James chuckles and nods. "Yeah, exactly like that. Like a sneer or something. Just, you know, rub their faces in it." James grins wickedly
"I'd probably say something like 'sorry. He's busy at the moment' and keep going." Martin responds with a grin. "Well, James, let's give your parents something to be proud of, shall we?" He stands up and disappears into the bedroom. He returns with a pair of handcuffs.
"Arms behind your back, slut," he orders. James complies immediately, his heart pounding with anticipation. Martin secures the cuffs around his wrists, the metal biting into his skin. He checks the fit, grinning at James's eagerness.
"Good boy," he praises, his eyes gleaming with lust. He guides James to the center of the room, where he has laid out a large blanket. "Kneel," he commands. James drops to his knees
Martin stands in front of him, his huge briefs bulge right in james face James's face.
James's heart is drumming so fast in his chest. He can't wait to feel that big fat cock stretching his throat.
Martin looks down at James, and grins, "You know what I love about you, James? You're always so eager to please. Always ready to take my cock like a good little slut."
James looks up at Martin, a huge smile on his face , his eyes shining with lust. He moves his body to lean forward and gets a good long lick of the massive bulge in Martin's briefs. The taste of Martin's precum on his tongue sends shivers down his spine. He moans softly, eager to please his Master.
James's tongue darts out and he licks the outline of Martin's cock through the fabric. He can feel the heat radiating off of Martin's body, and he can smell the musky scent of his pre-cum. He wants it. Needs it. He has to have it.
Martin chuckles, "Hey Dave. Hand me my phone would ya?" Martin asks, breaking the intense moment. Dave obliges, rummaging through the couch cushions until he finds the device and tosses it to Martin.
Martin unlocks it with his thumbprint and pulls up a video. "You know, I've got something that might just make your parents' day," he says, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He taps on the screen and the video begins to play.
James's eyes widen as he sees the screen fill with his own image, his face shoved into a dirty park bathroom stall, his mouth wrapped around a stranger's cock.
He hears his own muffled moans and the obscene slurps of his eager mouth. The camera pans down to show his tiny body, his ass pushed up in the air, his panties shoved to the side. The stranger's cock disappears into James's mouth, only to reappear moments later, slick with spit.
Martin chuckles and switches the phone to his camera. He tugs the waistband of his briefs down and begins recording. The bright camera light shines of James face , highlighting the depravity and sheer lust in his eyes. Martin’s thick, veiny cock springs free, already hard and leaking precum. It bounces a little as Martin taps it against James’s lips, leaving a glistening trail of clear fluid behind.
“Open up, slut,” Martin growls, the camera shaking slightly in his excitement. James eagerly parts his lips, his tongue darting out to lap at the head of Martin’s cock. He moans hungrily as he tastes the familiar, salty precum.
Martin’s camera angle shifts, capturing the obscene display of James’s eager mouth engulfing his thick cock.
“That’s it, slut,” Martin groans, his hips moving slowly, pushing a little more of his length into James’s mouth. “Take it all.”
James whines softly, his eyes watering as he tries to accommodate Martin’s girth. His saliva drips down his chin, mingling with the precum leaking from Martin’s cock. James works for it with his hands still cuffed behind his back, his only leverage coming from his shoulders and neck. Martin’s cock is so thick that James can’t quite get it all the way down, but he tries his best, his nose pressing against Martin’s pubic bone.
“Fuck, yeah,” Martin groans, his hips moving in a slow, steady thrust, fucking James’s face. “Take it, you filthy little cocksucker. Take my big, fat cock down your throat.”
James hums around the shaft, the vibrations sending shivers up Martin’s spine. Martin looks down at James, a wicked grin on his face as he watches James struggle to take all of him.
He knows James loves it though, the feeling of being used, of being forced to take every inch of his cock. He can see the tears streaming down James's face, the snot dripping from his nose, and the spit drooling from his mouth. It's a filthy sight, and he fucking loves it.
"You look so fucking pathetic, slut. On your knees, taking my cock like the dirty little whore you are. You love it, don't you? You love being used like this," Martin taunts, his voice thick with lust.
James moans around Martin's cock, the sound muffled but still audible. Desperately working for his reward handsfree. He looks so pathetic , so filthy, so fucking hot. Martin's grip on James's hair tightens, his hips moving faster, driving his cock deeper into James's throat.
"Fucking degrade yourself for me, you fucking slut. Take my cock, take it all, deepthroat my fuckin' dick" Martin growls, spit flying from his mouth as he speaks. His movements become more animalistic, his hips thrusting harder, his cock pistoning in and out of James's throat.
James gags and chokes, his body convulsing with each forceful thrust.
"Look at the camera." Martin orders, his voice a low growl. James's eyes flicker towards the camera, his breath ragged and erratic as he struggles to breathe around Martin's thick cock. "Tell them what you are."
James gags as Martin's cock hits the back of his throat, but he manages to choke out, "I-I'm a pantyboy cocksucker, Sir."
Martin grins, his cock swelling even more as he watches James debase himself. "That's right, you filthy little whore.
You're a pantyboy cocksucker, aren't you?" Martin taunts, his voice thick with lust as he continues to fuck James's face.
Martin isn't evening touching him. He's just letting him take the cock, watching James choke and gag on it, his eyes watering, his nose running, his lips stretched wide around the thick shaft. "Fuck, that's hot," Martin groans, his hips moving faster, his cock going deeper into James's throat.
James keeps his eyes fixated on the camera , tears streaming down his cheeks, his throat convulsing with each thrust. He loves the taste of Martin's cock, the salty tang of his pre-cum, the way it coats his throat and tongue. He moans around Martin's shaft, the vibrations sending shivers down Martin's spine.
"You're such a good little cocksucker, James. You take my cock so fucking well," Martin praises, his voice thick with lust. He leans down, spitting into James's hair, marking him like an animal. "You're my little slut, aren't you?
My little pantyboy," Martin grunts, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock deep into James's throat. James's eyes water, but he keeps his gaze locked onto the camera, taking Martin's cock with every thrust, every inch.
Martin's face is a picture of pure pleasure. He grins down at James, his eyes alight with lust and dominance. Martin slaps James face a couple times and calls him pathetic.
"You like that? You like being my little fuck toy? You love it when I use you, don't you?" Martin taunts.
James moans around Martin's cock, squirming in his restraints, his eyes locked onto the camera. He loves the humiliation, the degradation. He craves it like a drug.
Martin watches James's face contort with each slap, his eyes watering, his nose running, his lips stretched wide around Martin's thick shaft. He feels his balls tightening, his cock swelling. He's close. So fucking close.
I want you to swallow every fucking drop of my cum like the good little cocksucker you are," Martin growls, his voice thick with lust. He's close, so fucking close. He's going to blast his cum down James's throat, filling him up with his seed. He takes a deep breath, his hips moving faster, his cock slamming into James's throat. Take my cum. Swallow every fucking drop."
Martin roars, his cock pulsing as he comes. Ropes of thick, hot cum hit the back of James's throat. It's too much, too fast, and some of it drips out of the corners of James's mouth, down his chin, and onto his chest. He tries to swallow as much as he can, but it's overwhelming.
Martin groans in satisfaction as he watches James struggle to take all of his cum.
He pulls his cock out of James’s mouth with a wet pop, leaving a thick strand of saliva connecting them. He quickly undoes the handcuffs, his cock still semi-hard from the sight of James’s degradation.
James let's out a sigh. "You guys remind me of my old friend group." James says, his voice a bit wispy as he recovers from Martin's brutal face-fucking.
"Oh yeah? Do tell." Dave chimes in, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
James chuckles, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Well, we were a bunch of horny college boys, all exploring our sexuality together. They were very kink and sex positive. We all fooled around with each other plenty of times but also just hung out and chilled like friends do. The main thing was the acceptance and being able to be slutty around each other. There was no judgement, just acceptance." James recalls, a soft smile on his face.
Martin smirks, "Sounds like you were living the dream, James. No wonder you're so comfortable with all this shit now."
James nods, "Yeah, it was great. One particularly fond memory was this one time during the afternoon. We were all hanging out over one of the guys house. Usually when we all hung out, we would be in various states of scantily clad kink gear. Such as masks, jockstraps, kink underwear, leather, latex, mesh, etc. I of course was full fem with thigh high socks, panties, and a cropped hoodie."
James continues, "one guy didn't bring any gear so he was just wearing his tighty whities. I teased him a little for it but its fine because he knows that we all find them hot. Anyway he dissappeard off into the bedroom for a bit. We didn't think anything of it. After a while I noticed he had been gone for a while so I go to check on him. I get to the bedroom and he was just standing in there leaning against the dresser relaxing. I smile warmly and ask if he is ok. He says yeah and that he just needed some quiet for a bit. I decide to join him and we immediately start flirting and feeling each other up. He has a HUGE tent in his tighty whities and I can't help but reach out to stroke his massive bulge through his underwear. He lets out a soft moan, his eyes fluttering closed as he presses his body against mine, his hands roaming over my curves, gripping my ass through my little panties. Of course I get down on my knees, pull his cock out the side and start sucking him. We're in full swing, he standing there relaxing while I service him and another friend walks in. He looks and just chuckles. He then completely casually says that they are ordering pizza and asks if pepperoni is ok. Tighty whities guy says yeah that's fine. I just mumble in agreement without stopping. Friend makes some terrible joke about sausage that we still laughed at anyway with me laughing around tighty whitey guy's cock. The other friend leaves and me and tighty whities guy continue. After a little longer tighty whities guy blows his load in my mouth. I don't think I'll ever forget the feeling of his cum hitting the roof of my mouth. I had to swallow fast to keep up. It was a lot but I loved every drop. I lapped at the head of his cock to make sure I got everything. He helped me up and we wiped ourselves off.
We went back to the living room and 2 more of our friends were going at it on the couch. Both were naked and both had cock's that were massive. One was fucking the other's ass while the one getting fucked jerked off. We just sat down with the rest of the group casually and joined the conversation while those 2 had their fun." James concludes.
Ben, who's been quietly listening, finally speaks up. "So, you had a whole group of friends who were into this kind of stuff? That's fucking hot, man."
"Yeah, we were all so open and honest with each other," James nods, a dreamy look in his eyes. "We never judged each other, and we always supported each other's kinks. I really miss those days. Could just show off and feel sexy openly. Grabbing something from the bedroom and one of the group is in there getting railed by another. I tease them, wiggling my ass and making them laugh while still getting fucked.
James remembers with a soft smile, "or 2 of group go take a shower together and start fucking in the shower, then get teased by everyone because their moans echoed through the vents into the living room where we were all hanging out and chatting."
Dave chimes in, looking hungry, "So, you were all just fucking around, literally, all the time?"
James nods, "not ALL the time. We still hung out normally as friends too but whenever the urge hits, there was no need for any subtly, modesty, or shame. We were just open with each other about our desires and needs. We would just simply, blatantly use each other as we pleased. It was a very liberating environment and I fucking loved every second of it.
James reminisces, a soft smile playing on his lips as he remembers the good old days. He looks around the room, his eyes landing on Ben. "You know, Ben, you'd fit right in with that group. You got that same open, no-judgment vibe."
Ben chuckles, his cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment. "Thanks, man. That sounds like a fucking dream come true. I've never had a group like that.
A bunch of horny, kinky guys who were all down to fuck each other whenever the mood struck. The idea of it makes my dick hard as a fucking rock," Ben admits, his eyes locked onto James.
James grins, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "I wish I could have met you sooner and introduced you to them. And I can tell you like petite little femboys like me. There was no shortage in that group you could have fucked till your heart's content." James says, his voice sultry and inviting.
Ben's eyes grow darker, his breath hitching as he stares at James. He can't help but let his gaze wander over James's body, taking in every curve, every inch of exposed skin. He imagines what it would be like to run his hands over James's body, to feel his soft skin and firm muscle beneath his touch.
"I would have loved to have been a part of that group, James." Ben admits, his voice thick with desire.
James continues "another thing I can tell about you Ben is that you crave that solidarity.
You want that group dynamic where everyone is on the same page, where no one is judging you for your desires, your kinks. You want that fucking acceptance, don't you?" James asks, his voice low and sultry.
James smiles, a wicked gleam in his eye. He knows how to reel Ben in, how to make him want it. "We got so close and comfortable with each other that sucking dick kinda became just a general sign of affection. Just on occasion if someone was feeling down or if they were happy and we're having a good time, we just went down down and sucked it a little. Not to spark or go all the way, just a couple nice wet strokes of mouth. A reminder that you're safe, you're sexy, and that we love you . It was just fun and fucking hot to be able to do that with each other," James recalls with a soft smile.
Ben's breath hitches at the thought of such a carefree, accepting environment. His eyes flicker down to James's lips, his mind racing with thoughts of what it would be like to kiss James, to feel his soft mouth against his own. He swallows hard, his cock already painfully hard in his jeans.
"Fuck, that sounds amazing," Ben admits quietly, his eyes locked onto James's lips.
James grins, a wicked glint in his eye. He knows that Ben is interested, that he wants this.