The Joggers
By Max Swan.
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My heart was racing with the effort, and sweat was glistening on my face like jewels. My muscles were straining, but I kept pushing on. That was when I rounded a curb and ran straight into someone racing toward me from the other side.
“Ow!” I yelped as I hit the road, and the figure landed on top of me.
I was greeted by the wrinkly face of a man nearing the dusk of his life.
“I’m sorry,” he said in a deep fatherly voice, “Are you Ok?”
“I guess you could get off me first…” I said, referring to his hands squeezing my manboobs over my hoodie.
“Oh, sorry…” He blushed as he hastily got up to his feet and offered me a hand.
I took his hand and pulled myself up. He was almost 60, with a few strands of white hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a jacket and running tights.
“Are you hurt?” he asked.
“I’m okay, I guess. What about you?”
He simply nodded and eyed me up and down. I noticed that he was looking at my grey hoodie, which had become dirty from the road’s dirt. We stood there awkwardly before he introduced himself.
“Bob…” He extended a hand.
“Callum…”
We shook hands.
After a few more mutual apologies, we started walking together and talking about ourselves. Basic stuff- education, family, hobbies, etc.
I learned that he was a manager at a local bank and had a family.
“My grandsons your age…” he chuckled.
“How old is he?” I asked.
“Fourteen…”
“I just turned eighteen…”
“Really? You look younger to me,” he said.
I blushed at his comment. “Thank you,” I said.
“A young, good-looking guy like you must be getting pussy all the time,” he said with a leer. When I didn’t respond, he hastily added, “Sorry, that was a bit too crude and personal.”
“I don’t mind,” I said. “But sadly, girls don’t find me attractive cos I’m overweight.”
He chuckled. “So, instead of getting pussy you must just sit around with your pants at your ankles jerking it off all the time, right? You can tell me,” he said with a chuckle, slowly pantomiming the jerk off motion. “I was your age once.”
I was mesmerized by the motion of my hand and felt movement in my crotch. I was getting a little chubbed up from the lewd talk.
“Yeah, I bet you’re a big-time masturbator. A real pornosexual. A gooner,” he growled, still making the obscene gesture at me.
“A bit. Not too much,” I admitted bashfully.
Although he was getting a bit too nosy, I was kind of enjoying the attention, which no one at school had ever spared me.
“Girls these days have too high expectations of guys. They want them to be all handsome, rich, and have huge dongs the size of fucking horse’s cock. They don’t appreciate your average Joe anymore. The ‘little’ guy, like you,” he said, looking at my groin. “Yeah, the real little guy,” he chuckled.
There was an awkward silence in the air, but we continued walking.
“So? Are you exercising to get girls?” he asked.
“That’s one of the reasons, yes,” I said, almost whispering.
“Is this your first day?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“I’ve been jogging on these streets at this time daily for over four years. It’s a refreshing experience, but unfortunately, I don’t get company.”
“Well, we could jog together from tomorrow,” I suggested.
“Good idea,” he said, and smirked.
*****
Over the next few months, we got to know each other much better and developed a strong friendship. Bob started referring to me as ‘Cal,’ my nickname. He visited my home a couple of times after jogging for a cup of tea. I lived in an apartment near my college that my parents paid for. I had only lived there for a month. During these winter months, our relationship remained entirely platonic, despite occasional instances of inappropriateness.
He did make the occasional remark about my blond hair and how he thought I had a cute bubble butt, saying it looked like a girl’s bottom. Through our conversations, I concluded that he was very devoted to his family. Gradually, the winter was coming to an end, and I found it hard to jog in my fleecy hoodie, so I decided that it was time to break out my summer attire.
I thought that it would be a good surprise for Bob, and I wanted to see how he would react as I had lost a bit of weight. I decided to go with a white sleeveless tank top and black baggy shorts, which ended just above my knees. My perception of Bob was about to change that day. As usual, I jogged to our meeting spot and waited for him there. Soon enough, I saw his silhouette approaching me and pretended not to be aware of his arrival.
“Change in attire?” he said as he stopped next to me.
“Change in the weather,” I replied.
“You’re right, he said, wiping sweat off his brow as he opened the zip of his jacket, revealing a T-shirt beneath. “Better,” he said and smiled.
We jogged as usual, and I was far more comfortable today because of the change in clothing. Even then, I was sweating profusely after the jog, and my white top was translucent due to being drenched. Unfortunately, the translucent white material showed off my sizable manboobs, and I caught old Bob stealing glances at them. They do look like women’s tits, to be honest. Something I’ve always been embarrassed about.
While walking me to my apartment, I noticed him stealing glances at my legs as well, which I’d waxed the day prior. That is my thing. I am bald from my neck down, and I like how it feels.
“Nice legs, Cal,” he said, trying to sound polite.
“Why do you think so?”
“They’re nicely toned and…”
“And?”
“They seem very smooth…”
“You like smooth legs?”
“I like groomed men who remove all their body hair…”
I don’t know why, but this conversation was slightly arousing me.
“I can assure you, I am bald all over,” I said, my voice growing a bit huskier.
“I’d like to see that,” he said, hesitating slightly.
I lifted my tank top above my head, flashing him my girlish manboobs, and we stopped walking.
“Wow, you really are smooth as a baby.” His eyes drank in my man tits and large areolas and nipples. They really do look like women’s tits, and while I would normally be reluctant to show them around other guys, I felt comfortable with Bob. “I love your fair skin tone,” he said. “But are you really smooth everywhere?”
“Everywhere,” I said as I lowered my tank top, and we continued walking until we reached my apartment building.
“I have some cold soda inside,” I said.
“Maybe tomorrow,” he said.
*****
After I entered my apartment, I felt very horny recollecting his recent behavior. Commenting on my smooth legs and inquiring about whether I was bald all over was something I hadn’t expected from him. There was no love in my life, and so an old man ogling me was turning me on instead of disgusting me. I jerked off that night as I fantasized about showing Bob the ‘everywhere’ he wanted to see.
Of course, that wasn’t going to happen. But I did decide to make a couple of changes. I decided to wear something a bit more revealing.
I decided to go with a white tank top that was a bit tight on me, which really showed my manboobs off. The thin fabric was straining to contain them. I also decided on tight black shorts, which exposed my thighs and knees, and stuck to my legs and groin. I didn’t wear any underpants.
Although I’d lost some weight over these months, I had a naturally chubby build, which I had come to accept and admire. I also appreciated how my manboobs stayed the same size regardless of how much weight I lost. I could wear a B-cup bra on these puppies.
*****
As I greeted him the next day, he stared at me for a good ten seconds and didn’t even greet me.
“Are you alright, Bob?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he said, still in a trance-like state, “You’re looking good, Cal.”
“Thanks,” I said.
Even though he had changed into his summer attire, which consisted of a T-shirt and shorts, I was noticing the large bulge in his shorts. I had never noticed a guy’s bulge like this. Never assessed it, never thought of the size and heft of another man’s genitals. Never found myself powerless to tear my eyes away.
He scratched and handled it gratuitously, pawing at it. It almost felt like he was shaking it at me. My throat went dry. Despite myself, I visualized Bob’s cock, imagined what it must look like. How long and thick it must have been when freed from those shorts, vein-covered, surely full-bushed. How low it must have hung. I could only speculate how big it must get hard if it was so impressive when soft.
For a few more moments, I openly stared at Bob’s groin. As he slowly pawed at it, making as if he was adjusting it in his shorts and showing off its heft, my eyes remained locked. I felt helpless, as if I were in a dream. He widened his stance just a bit, opening his hairy thighs up to give him more space to rearrange his big balls. I heard him softly chuckle. Finally, I forced myself to avert my gaze, chiding myself for checking out another guy’s package.
‘What’s wrong with me? I’m not gay!’ I wondered.
Bob wasn’t focused on his pace as he usually was, and he got tired easily today. We soon started walking again.
“Tired already?” I asked.
“You’ve knocked the breath out of me,” he said jokingly.
“Sorry,” I chuckled and raised my arms above my head, pretending to fix my hair. He started staring at my manboobs. I turned my head toward him and smiled. Normally, he’d steal side glances, but today he was staring intently.
“Are you really bald everywhere?” he asked, licking his lips.
“Yes, everywhere, like a little boy,” I said, encouraging him to make further remarks which were turning me on.
“I bet your pecker is just like a little boy’s, too,” he said and laughed.
Before I could respond, my apartment came into view.
“Care to join me for a cold soda?”
“Yes, please.”
I liked how I was arousing him. Like an obedient pup, he followed me into my apartment. My apartment had a small living room, a kitchen, a bedroom, and a single bathroom. He sat on a sofa while I poured two glasses of orange soda with ice. I sat down next to him and we started chatting. Casually, he brought up the topic of my clothes.
“You seem to be dressing more provocatively lately, Cal. he said casually.
“So you like my running outfit?” I asked.
“Absolutely,” he said. “I like the fact that you’re gradually getting confident about your body.”
I realized his other hand was casually resting next to my bare thighs. His fingers would lightly graze my smooth skin affectionately, which caused my heart to beat faster. I sighed lightly.
“There’s just one bummer,” he said.
“What?” I asked.
“Your tank top hides those nice boobs you’ve got,” he said matter-of-factly as he sipped his soda.
“Oh!” I glanced downward. Indeed, my top was hiding my manboobs somewhat.
“What should I do?” I asked him.
“Take it off.”
I liked where this was going. I casually kept my glass on the table and declared, “OK, what can it hurt. We’re just two guys here, right?”
With that, I reached for the hemline of my tank top but pretended that I couldn’t reach it.
“Could you help me, Bob?”
“Sure, baby,” he said.
He had never referred to me as ‘baby’ before, and for some reason, it excited me even more. I turned my back toward him and awaited his touch. I felt his warm fingers on my neck, which slowly slid downward toward my back. His mere touch sent shivers throughout my body, and I sucked in a deep breath.
“Are my fingers cold?” he asked.
“No… It’s just….” I searched for words.
“Never mind…” he chuckled.
He continued rubbing my back. I’m sure he must have been pretending, but I played along. Finally, I felt his fingers grab the bottom of my tank top. Slowly, he pulled it over my head, and my upper body was completely exposed. Suddenly, I felt a bit self-conscious, as everything was happening quickly. Nonetheless, I turned around and faced him.
“Is it better now?” I asked.
“Yes,” he muttered as he looked at my nipples. “There is still scope for improvement, though,” he said sincerely.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
With shaking hands, he reached for my nipples. A part of me wanted to stop him, to establish limits, but my horniness prevailed over my senses. He grabbed both my nipples in his fingers and tugged at them downward. He applied a constant touch as he pinched and rubbed them, making them hard as bullets. He let go and sat back to look at my hard nipples on top of my luscious man boobs.
“Better,” he said and smiled.
I smiled but said nothing. All my man boobs were visible now. I moaned with excitement.
Now he reached for my black shorts and started sliding them upward. Remember, I wasn’t wearing any underwear and was leaking pre-cum due to the arousal. He slid it so high that my pubic hair would have been visible if I had any.
Finally, he stopped and looked at me like I was some sort of masterpiece. His hand was still on my thigh, and he was stroking it continuously.
“What do you think, Cal?”
“Bob, I think there’s been a dirty old man lurking under your kind exterior all this time,” I said as I looked into his eyes. He still had that caring look, but I saw a tinge of lust in his eyes.
However, it was getting a bit too much. I bid him farewell for the day, and he departed, beaming at me as he left.
*****
I looked at myself in the mirror. My man boobs were completely exposed, and my nipples were so hard. I was topless. My shorts had been rolled up higher than my underwear would have been, and all my legs were exposed.
I was so horny that I jerked off imagining what the next day had in store. How far was I willing to go? It was clear that we had crossed a line. I had allowed him to feel me up and undress me. I wasn’t even gay, but something about this was making me feel so horny.
It was clear that I’d have to wear something else tomorrow to up the ante. I was kind of in a dilemma, as I wasn’t sure what to wear. That was when I had a wicked idea. I would expose even more of myself to him, but also tease him a lot at the same time. So the next morning, I jogged to our meeting spot.
*****
Bob was waiting for me eagerly, but was disappointed to see me in my older hoodie and full pants. His disappointment was visible from several feet away.
“Good morning,” I said, cheerful as always.
“Morning,” he replied unenthusiastically.
“Ready to jog?” I asked, taunting him.
“Yes, of course,” he replied.
We jogged for three kilometers as usual and started walking toward my apartment.
“I’m starting something new today,” I said.
“What?” he asked.
“I want to do some skipping, will you join me?” I said.
“Sure, I don’t know how to skip, though, so I’ll watch and learn.”
I admired the fact that he still had respect for me. We entered my apartment, and I immediately fetched the skipping rope. We cleared some space for me. I took the rope and started skipping while he sat and watched.
After a couple of jumps, I said, “I’m sweating,” and pulled down the zip of my hoodie almost halfway.
His eyes lit up with excitement, and a small smile spread across his lips as he noticed my bare flesh beneath the heavy hoodie.
“Keep going!” he cheered.
I was aware of my man boobs bouncing naked and unhindered underneath my hoodie.
After a few seconds, he said, “You’re sweating heavily. Why not get rid of this hoodie and continue?”
I didn’t say anything, but unzipped it all the way down.
My navel was visible, and so were the inner sides of my man boobs. The hoodie covered my nipples and side boob. As I was jumping, I risked exposing my nipples, but they stayed in. I could notice that he had a huge bulge beneath his shorts as he continued to stare gleefully. Finally, I got tired and stopped jumping.
I flopped down on the sofa next to him but did not attempt to zip it up.
“How was I?” I asked.
“Wonderful!” he said. “And that’s a wonderful way to dress!”
“Thank you!”
“It’s sexier than what I’d proposed,” he said.
His finger reached for my chest and wiped a drop of sweat from the middle of my man boobs. I quivered at his touch.
“It’s a shame that it hides your arms, though,” he said.
“I’ll see what I can improve,” I said.
He said goodbye and left with an obvious hard-on.
*****
It was time to take things to the final level. I rummaged through my closet and found my final weapon.
It was a white, ultra-short, tight-fitting tank top that my sister wore to the gym. She left it here as she sometimes stays at my apartment. I put it on, and the bottom hem just barely covered my manboobs. I also got some of her tight bike shorts. The shorts looked more like panties on me than shorts, but women do wear these. The tight shorts totally revealed my lack of a package, even squishing my junk to the point it gave me a little camel toe, like I had a pussy. Indeed, I was quite exposed. My belly and arms were visible, and all of my legs.
I tugged at the arm-holes of the tank top and pulled them down so my side-boob was clearly visible. I twirled and looked at myself from all angles. I looked so slutty. Most of my body was completely exposed except my man boobs, butt, and genitalia.
The next day, I dressed in my sister’s clothes and jogged up to our spot, where I found Bob waiting for me.
*****
He opened his mouth wide and mouthed a ‘wow!’
We jogged as usual, and I stole glances at the old man who now had raw lust in his eyes. His eyes were focused on my ass swaying in the tight bike shorts. As we slowed down to walk, I initiated the conversation.
“So, do you like this outfit?” I asked.
“You look perfect,” he said, awestruck. “It really suits you.”
As my apartment came into view, I asked, “Care for some extra exercise?”
“Of course!” he said and followed me inside.
*****
I shut the door behind us and declared that I was interested in some stretching.
“Will you help me?”
“Yes, babe,” he said.
He stood behind me and lifted my hands.
“Stretch your toes and inhale,” he said.
As I inhaled, he slid his hands down my arms and rested them on my armpits. He started rubbing my armpits and whispered, “Exhale…”
I could feel his hard cock against my butt. He lowered his hands further and touched my man boobs from the side.
“Inhale again and let me feel your lung capacity…”
As I inhaled, he put his hands just inches above my naked nipples.
“I can’t judge your lung capacity due to this tank top,” he said.
I didn’t say a word but reached for my tank top and removed it.
The tank top was on the floor now, and his cock grew harder. He still couldn’t see my nipples, but I knew he was dying to.
“Let’s try this again…”
I inhaled, and he placed his hands on my man boobs above my nipples. His hands moved up and down with my man boobs as I continued inhaling and exhaling. I was leaking so much that my bike shorts had a growing wet spot on the front. I was dripping pre-cum like a tap that hasn’t been properly closed. The tight shorts held my erection down so it looked like I had a Chapstick stuck to my groin with a wet spot around the top. He now brought his hands under my man boobs and cupped them.
“You’re beautiful, Cal,” he whispered as he squeezed one tit.
I was dying for him to graze my nipple, but he continued teasing me. A drop of sweat fell on his hands.
“You’re sweating,” he said, and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket.
He brought the hanky and wiped my forehead. He then wiped my man boobs, and I moaned. It was then that he noticed my trapped boner and the large wet spot on the bike shorts.
“I think you’ve wet yourself, girl,” Bob said huskily. “We’d better take those off before they stain badly.”
He grabbed my bike shorts at the waistline and tugged them down. Soon, my erection bobbed free, all red and wet from pre-cum. He pulled them down to my ankles, then made me step out of them. He brought his hanky down and started wiping my three and a half inch boner. He then brought it up to his nose and licked it.
“Tastes sweet,” he said. ‘Like Candy.” Then he got a thoughtful expression on his face. “Can I call you Candy? Would you like that, girl?”
He dropped the hanky and brought one of his hands down to my small dick. Slowly, he started rubbing my inner thighs, circling my bald genitals. With his other hand, he suddenly pinched my nipple.
“God, yes, call me Candy,” I moaned.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, Candy!” he whispered seductively.
I simply continued moaning.
That was when his finger suddenly touched my dick, and I moaned even louder.
“Your body is so smooth, soft, and chubby, just the way I like. And you really are bald everywhere, like a little girl,” he said as he started rubbing my dick head vigorously. “You’re so wet. I love your little clit. I knew the first day I met you that you had a tiny dick. That’s why the girls won’t fuck you, isn’t it, Candy?”
“Yesss,” I moaned, knowing it was pointless to lie at this point.
“Do they laugh at it? Do they call you names like ‘Babydick,’ ‘Beta bitch,’ ‘Sissy,’ or ‘Dinky dick?’”
“Yes, all the time…”
“Call me Daddy,” he said as he rubbed my dick.
“Yes, Daddy, they are so mean to me,” I confessed.
“What do you want, my little sissy slut?” Bob asked hoarsely.
“I want you to fuck me, Daddy!”
“That I will, Candy,” he said as he squeezed my tits harder. “I want to plant my seed inside you and fill your soft tits with milk. When they get milky, I’ll suck them dry. And your armpits are so fragrant…”
His words turned me on more, even though I knew my man boobs would never fill with milk. But I was caught up in the moment. I felt my small bald balls tighten as I moaned, “Oh my God!” I screamed as I squirted jizz all over his hand.
I heard him lick his fingers.
“Delicious!”
Finally, he turned me around and locked his lips with mine. He held my cheek with one hand and a man boob in another. I reached down and squeezed his hard cock with my hand. I could feel a damp spot on it. God, it was so big. So much bigger than my little dick. Daddy lifted me in his strong arms and lay me down on my back on the sofa. He bent over and kissed my smooth balls. I sighed.
Finally, he took off his T-shirt. He had a slim body with little body hair. The wrinkles of old age were slightly visible on his chest and neck.
“Does Candy want this?” he asked, pointing to his large boner.
“Yes, Daddy,” I said.
“Have it then…” he said and dropped his shorts to the floor. Surprisingly, he didn’t have any boxers on. I took in the sight of a big cock and wrinkly balls (also very big and hanging low). His cock was very thick and veiny and over eight inches long. His balls were huge and sagged due to age.
“Daddy! My body is yours! Please put it in my boi pussy,” I moaned.
“Yes, Candy!”
He bent over me on the sofa. He kissed me on my lips as I awaited penetration. Instead, he took his cock in his hand and gently tapped it around my inner thigh.
“Daddy! Please do something! I need to feel a man’s cock inside me!”
“From the first day I saw you, I knew you were going to be a bottom boy for me, Candy. A butt this sweet just has to get fucked. No fair for you to keep it all to yourself when you’ve got a horny old dog like me sniffing around,” he rumbled from behind me while he lifted my cheeks.
“No matter what happens, Candy, I am going to fuck you. I’m going to stick my big old cock right up your rear and plow that pretty little can of yours.” He spoke calmly and firmly, laying down the law. I quietly whined in protest as his fingers probed around my crack. I shuddered with mortification as he inspected me. “Aww, just look at that sweet little pussy. I just gotta give you a poke. I’m gonna butt fuck you, Candy.”
One thick finger started circling menacingly around my asshole. No one had ever touched me there, and I gasped.
Bob was behind me like a boogeyman, chin on my shoulder, his left arm snaking around my belly to hold me close to him. His hairy hand crawled up to molest my chest again. My tits, as he called them. Instantly electrified by his wriggling fingers. I cried out in almost anguished pleasure, and he jammed the exploratory digit into my rectum. I jumped up, and he stepped even closer to me, so that now my heels rested on his furry feet.
I writhed, held in his embrace, as he began finger-banging me. Jamming it in and out, wiggling it around. The intrusion hurt, but mostly I was stunned by the fact that such a private spot had been infiltrated.
Right in my ear, he rasped in a thick, hoarse voice. “You’re going to open those legs for me and let me have my way, won’t you, Candy?”
I struggled in his grasp, but didn’t put in any real effort to free myself. Instead, I basically danced on his fingers. I looked down and saw myself going bowlegged to meet his exploring digits.
“Come on, Candy, I need it so bad. It’s been so long. Give it up for me,” he cajoled, pumping his hips so that his hard cock pushed into me insistently.
One hand continued to play and poke at my back door, while another held me close to him and felt me up, with special attention paid to my now bright red, hard as diamond nipples. I thrust my rear end backward and my chest forward to meet his molesting hands, and he laughed at my eagerness. Bob was making me feel like a bitch in heat.
“Yeah, you want it, too. I know you ain’t been getting any with this tiny dick,” he snickered, then adopted a didactic tone and continued. At each word, he jammed his fingers in and out of my back door.
“Look at that. Look at how hard me diddling your behind is making your little dick. You think that’d happen if you were a real man? No, you’re special, Candy. You really are a natural-born sissy. Give up the girls and make yourself a bitch to men instead.”
Bob’s hard cock swung around wildly as he grabbed me by the neck and hauled me back onto the couch. He put me on my hands and knees, kneeled behind me, and wasted no time in opening up my ass. I shuddered with embarrassment as he spread me apart. Just being in that vulnerable position was staggering, and I winced to imagine the view he had of my exposed rear.
This time, instead of a finger, I was shocked to feel the wet abrasion of his tongue and wide, stubbled chin.
“Oh yeah, Old Bob loves eating pussy.”
I froze in place, horrified by this new indignity but overwhelmed by how good it felt. He seized my thighs and pulled me closer to his face. I grabbed onto the couch cushions, struggling to keep my chest up. I realized that I had never even been in this obscene posture before, naked with another person. On all fours like this, legs spread open, irredeemably receptive, feminine, submissive. I felt completely powerless and vulnerable to him, accepting the pleasure of his strong, swirling tongue and rough face. I sighed in ecstasy and defeat, and backed up into his lapping mouth.
I heard his muffled laughter as he felt me buck up against him. He knew how much I liked what he was doing. I cried out as his big tongue and rough face ravaged me. I had no idea something like this could feel so incredibly good. I buried my face into the couch and moaned, pushing back into him, serving myself up to him.
“Don’t worry, Candy, Old Bob knows how to take care of pussy. You’re in good hands,” he hissed, both thumbs prying me open to reach more of the tender flesh of my asshole with his raking tongue. “I’m gonna treat this little pussy just right.”
He reached around the side of the couch and then poured something cool and slick all over my eaten-out hindquarters.
“Just gotta pick the lock first.”
I felt him thrust two fingers into my tender asshole. His other hand fondled around my sensitive inner thighs, sending rippling waves of pleasure that helped me accept the dull pain of his digits. A third finger jammed in, and he began prodding in and out of me for a few moments before retreating entirely. As he played with my asshole, he kept praising my ‘pussy,’ and I cringed each time he referred to it in such emasculating terms.
After a brief retreat of his probing fingers, he brought his slicked-up cockhead against my back door. He gripped my waist, and I felt his wide thighs come up behind mine. Pressure began increasing in my rectum as he entered. I heard him take a deep breath and then felt a sharp flash of pain as he jammed his big bell end up into me. That large, glistening glans that crowned his shaft had forced its way in.
I cried out, anguished and outraged. My whole body went rigid in protest, and I felt Bob’s big, rough hand press on the small of my back, keeping me bent over beneath him.
I cursed myself for submitting to this. I had seen how thick the old man’s cock was, what a blunt instrument he had pointing out from between his legs. I was a fool for thinking such a big thing could ever fit into such a tiny space. I was terrified that he would do lasting damage back there, that my poor little rear would never be the same.
“Bite on this, push back into me,” he ordered.
He shoved something into my mouth. My pre-cum soaked bike shorts. I chomped on the sticky material desperately. In a mocking script, the word ‘pillow biter’ took form in my head. I gave another muffled wail as he proceeded with his brutal advance.
“Quit crying. You’ll be walking funny for a week, but that’s it. It’s just a man’s stiff cock. It ain’t gonna kill you,” he grumbled, then bucked his hips forward again to force another inch up my asshole.
It felt like something deep inside me was going to break irreparably. I cried out again in protest through my gag.
“Shush! I’ve butt fucked little sissy bottom boys half your size, and they took my big cock like a slut. Where’s your pride, for Chrissake?”
He spanked my upturned butt cheeks a few times, then redoubled his efforts to infiltrate my insides with his huge cock. I bit down on the bike shorts and closed my eyes.
‘How could I have let him seduce me into this?’ I wondered.
I groaned into the bike shorts as the intruder split me open. Bob clamped onto my sides, clawing at me and pulling me back into him. He was past patience now. With each centimeter he advanced, this delicate and vital channel inside of me seemed to burn and tear. He rocked his hips forward and jabbed deeper in me, making me squeal again.
He released my waist and traced my sides up to my man boobs. Bob seized my nipples and began playing with them again, the same way I would fondle a girl’s tits while taking her from behind. That’s what I was. I had bent over for him, let him penetrate me, and now he was playing with my tits while having his way with me. I was his woman. Then all thoughts were obliterated as twin bursts of radiant pleasure erupted from my chest. I just wiggled my hips back into him, lowering my chest into his hands.
“That’s it. Open up to me, Candy. That’s my sweet sissy boy, you like that. Spread open for me,” he growled, rocking forward to drive more of himself up into me.
The overwhelming pleasure in my nipples helped me overcome the pain of the sodomy. I could handle the agony, rationalize it. Of course, it hurt because the old man was popping my cherry.
“That’s it, now. This is your duty, as a bitch, to spread those legs and yield that pussy up on command to any man who wants it.”
His fingers rapidly toyed with my tits, driving me wild. I arched my back to present more of my ass to him.
“And it’s my duty as a man to pleasure my bitch, properly. You’re going to like what I do to you. You’re going to love it. Beg for it even, oh yes, you will. Penetrate, inseminate and fertilize, oh yeah boy, that’s what we real men do,” he said between gritted teeth as he drove himself inside my asshole.
“Penetrate you fully. Balls deep, Candy,” he grunted.
He pushed forward into me painfully, breaching into one final chamber. Something heavy slapped into my nut sack, and I winced in pain.
“Feel that! Those are fucking my nuts. I’m balls deep in you, Candy!” he roared with triumph.
I could feel the big hot gonads pressing against my little coin purse. Bob’s coarse gray pubes scraped and tickled around my smooth, spread cheeks. He ground his hips forward to make sure he was fully bottomed out, then he whispered in my ear.
“You’re fucked. I’ve popped that little sissy cherry. A man has stuck his stiff cock up your asshole. You’ll never be the same again, Candy.”
He panted this into my ear while continuing to grope my chest. For a few moments, he rotated his hips around, his cock churning in my guts. Then he slowly began to draw it in and out, fucking me.
Though the pain in my rectum never subsided completely, it was met by a rising pleasure that seemed to emanate from the back of my penis, deep inside my body. I knew he was hitting my prostate. Whereas his preparatory fingers had felt rough, jagged, there was a pleasant smoothness to his big cock’s thrusts. His hands continued to play with my nipples, further melting all resistance.
“Now I can really fuck this pussy.”
He sped up his pace, knocking me into the couch.
“This is your duty. You serve cock. Serve manhood. You serve manhood by giving up your own. I’m gonna take it all, Candy.”
He puffed, each word punctuated with a grunt. He kept babbling at me, urging him to serve his cock, serve his manhood, and to surrender my own to him. He ordered me to give it all up. Whispered in my ear to let go of being a man. In the heat of our rutting, it made perfect sense. Manhood was a zero-sum game. Letting him plow me like this, thoroughly butt fuck me, I knew I was forfeiting some essential part of myself.
In some part of my mind, I knew what Bob was doing to me wasn’t just sex. There was an exchange going on, a transfer. I could feel something leaving me and being claimed by him. Strength, confidence, vitality, I imagined each as an attribute in a video game, sliders, with mine plummeting and his rising. With each thrust, he seemed more powerful, and I, in turn, felt weaker. As the mounting pleasure in my guts swelled, I felt more feeble, more helpless. And soon, he wrapped one big arm around my taut stomach to hold me up against his sweaty chest.
The noises we were making were so different. Bob’s voice was deep, guttural, and gloating. The man roared with triumph at each stroke. Mine, in turn, were shorter, sharper, higher notes. He had me at a feminine octave that shamed each time I yelped or gasped. Without intending to, I had imitated the sounds of a woman in a porno. Bob had naturally brought that out of me with his great big plundering prick.
“Serve my cock, Candy,” he demanded again, emphasizing his order with a sharp spank to my right butt cheek.
Serve.
I had to make his cock feel good.
“Yes, Daddy,” I squealed.
I squeezed down on it. I pushed my hips back to meet Bob’s strokes.
I tried to incorporate a rhythm to match his own, constricting myself when he bottomed out in me, as if massaging his invading cock with my insides. It made him coo with delight.
“Good sissy. That’s it. Surrender to me. Surrender to me, give it all to me.”
His hands freely explored my body, clawing and pawing at me. As the old man humped away, he kept ordering me to surrender ‘it’ to him, and I knew exactly what he expected me to yield. Not just my anal virginity. Not just my cherry.
Bob wanted it all.
My dignity, my pride as a man. My power and my courage. My independence and my strength. My backbone, my guts, my balls.
Even before this irreversible afternoon, I had felt the change in my demeanor. Being around Bob made me timid, compliant, and meek. He had turned me into a sissy. Seducing me ever since we first ran into each other that fateful day.
How much had I already given up to him? I had begun to flash my body at him, thinking it was my idea. My game. But it never was. Bob was playing with me all the time. Seducing me into giving up all my manhood to him.
Reflecting on this while being roughly sodomized, the biggest shock of all was how much I had enjoyed all of it. Every moment in the man’s presence knocked me off balance and excited me. All I wanted was more. More of his attention and more of his abuse, and of course, more of his thick, pounding cock.
The noises coming from behind me were wet and slapping. It was shocking to hear them, to know that it was the sound of his body rutting in mine. Bob grunted like a fiend, snorting and panting at the exertion of buggering me. Each of his thrusts knocked me into the couch. I just gripped the cushion, trying to remain upright. As he slammed into me harder and faster, his hands left my waist and traveled up my body. They rubbed over my shoulders and gripped my throat.
“Do you surrender to me, Candy? Surrender fully?”
His hands were clamped around my neck, squeezing. I winced, moaned out that I did. He reached around my throat, hand clapping onto my trachea. I bounced up from the blow, but he held me in place. I had never been treated so roughly before. I consciously resisted the urge to resist. I knew that part of my capitulation to him included allowing him to manhandle me.
“Surrender to me, Candy, surrender, surrender,” he urged while pounding me.
He kept choking me, releasing briefly to give me some air, then resuming with greater pressure. Letting him violate me like this, letting him rough me up, it was all a means of acquiescing to him. I wanted Bob to know that I was his.
On a whim, I took the bike shorts from my mouth, lifted them above me, and began waving them as best I could while getting brutally sodomized.
“I surrender, I surrender, Daddy,” I cried, my voice a whimper.
Bob cackled, slapping my bottom in praise. “Yeah! That’s it, wave the white flag. You never stood a chance. I accept your surrender. You now belong to me completely,” he declared, clawing at my buttocks possessively.
While furiously humping me, his rough hands ran rampant over my body, squeezing and kneading my sides. He grabbed my haunches, my stomach, my man boobs, my shoulders, arms, thighs, neck, everywhere. It felt like he wanted to touch every part of me at once.
“Now it’s time to inseminate you, Candy.”
His thrusting accelerated, and the couch creaked as his body pummeled mine.
“Kiss your manhood goodbye, Candy. Once my jizz is up in your guts, I’ll be there to stay. I’m gonna mark you. My DNA, got it? My family line. You’re gonna be mine. You understand, Candy? Not your own man. My sissy boy, forever,” he ranted, breathless.
For a moment, I envisioned the countless money shots I had seen in porn throughout the years. The obscene splattering of jizz, thick and white. I imagined my own spooge of jizz on my belly or a girl’s back. Now that was going to happen inside of me. Another man was going to ejaculate inside me. Asking him to pull out felt futile. I had surrendered to him, let him have me.
This had to happen. I wanted Bob to cream me. His cock became even more rigid in me, hard as rebar, and then I felt a warm wetness spreading through my insides. Bob roared out so loudly I flinched, his hands seizing my hips to pull me back into him as he pummeled into me.
“Rub your clit, Candy.”
I quickly grabbed my hard-on and began jacking off. The enormous pressure on my prostate meant I came almost instantly, jizzing onto my couch. We both came in tandem as Bob rode out his orgasm, and I joined him, our cries echoing throughout my home.
Eventually, he slowed his bucking hips, but he remained plunged up my backside. He delivered a few more deep, drawn-out strokes, then paused, but he never removed his cock. Instead, he lay down upon me, his perspiring body pressing into my back. Bob pushed me down onto the couch and then rolled me onto this side. He was spooning me, our legs entangled. His arms were crossed over me. They felt as unmovable as the lap bar on a roller coaster.
As I relaxed into his embrace, I was careful not to move or do anything that would disrupt his softening cock, which was still lodged inside me. My insides felt wet and full. He had cum inside me. I closed my eyes and imagined the millions of sperm, his sperm, now freely racing through my bowels. His chest and stomach rose and fell with each rumbling breath, rocking me rhythmically. He was snoring. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep in Bob’s arms.
The End.
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