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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Back when I was in uni there was this really cute guy. He was totally homophobic though. It was the first year and he was friends with one of my flat mates. Every time he came round we'd argue about gay rights. We all decided to go out clubbing one night and he came round for drinks before we went out. After a while we all got d*unk and he started looking at me funny. We ordered some taxis to take us to town and he insisted on getting into the one I was in and sitting in the back with me. On the way into town he started going on about how much he hated gays. I was just ignoring him. Then I felt his hand on my leg. I looked at him in surprise. What the hell did he think he was doing? He pushed his finger to his lips and slid his hand further up my leg. My friend and the taxi driver were talking in the front seat. He started massaging my cock through my trousers. Then, still going on about how disgusting queers were he unzipped my trousers and reached into them. I couldn't help it. Although I was annoyed at him he was really very cute and it felt so dirty to be doing this in the back of a taxi. I felt totally used. And I love feeling used. My cock got instantly hard. Not just a little hard. A lot hard. He found the waistband of my pants and pulled them down. Still with his hand in my jeans. Then he grabbed my cock. It felt amazing. I nearly came straight away just from him touching me. He pulled my cock out through my zip so it was totally out in the back of this taxi. He then started jerking me off. I had to keep so quiet because of where we were that it almost killed me. Trying to keep my breathing even and steady, trying not to moan or shift around in my seat. And all the while he kept talking about how bad faggots were. He kept going and going. I reached over to touch him but he pushed my hand away. I hated myself for loving this so much. He kept going and going, pulling my foreskin down over the head of my cock and pushing it back up again. He had to do it slowly so it didn't make a noise. But it didn't matter. I was so turned on that I was going to cum anyway no matter what speed he went. I looked him dead in the eye and tried to communicate through thought alone that I couldn't last much longer. He must have got the message because he suddenly stopped. I wanted to scream. I'd been so close and then to just be denied. He must have seen the frustration on my face because he gave me the wickedest smile I'd ever seen and just mouthed the word. "Later". He took his hand away and I tucked my cock back into my jeans. Just it time too as we'd arrived and my friend turned round to say something.
We went into the club and he totally blanked me for the first hour. I was confused I had no idea what was going on. After a while though he walked up behind me and said in my ear "follow me". I got hard instantly just from him saying the words. Thank god I thought. My cock still tingled from the taxi ride even though it had been an hour. He walked into the bathrooms and I followed him like the good slut I am. He waited at the sinks. Just chatting to me until the toilets were empty and then he dragged me into a cubical. "Wha-" was all I said before he slammed his hand over my mouth. "Sluts don't talk" he whispered in my ear. My cock throbbed. I wanted him to finish what he started but he had other ideas. I unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. It was a little short but very thick. I needed to have it in my mouth. I plunged right onto it. Not bothering to tease or play with it first. He was already hard and I had to stretch my mouth around the girth. I took all of it in and he leant back against the wall of the cubical. His face a picture of bliss. I started sucking. Desperately I needed to have him, all of him, inside me. He tasted so good. Clean and fresh, I could taste his precum on my tongue. It was the best I had ever tasted. He grabbed my hair and started pulling me back and forth. It was painful. But a good kind of pain. He told me how much I sickened him as I sucked him off. After a few minutes of sucking he pulled me up. He whispered into my ear "you're filth" and then he spun me round and bent me over. Shoving me hard against the cubical wall. I undid my jeans quickly. In a desperate hurry and he pulled them down. Without further ado he shoved himself inside me. I nearly screamed. It hurt so much. The only lube was my saliva on his cock an he wasn't being gentle. He ploughed into me like a train. I thought I would die from the pain but I bit down on my lip and took it. He rammed into me hard and fast over and over. I felt his balls slapping against mine. I felt his cock pierce me over and over. "You're so tight" he whispered. "Just for you" I said. He reached around me and grabbed my cock. The pain had made me loose my erection but it came back again quickly. He jerked me and jerked me as he continued to fuck me. I felt him start to shudder as he came close to cumming. "Do you like this faggot? Does it feel good to be fucked?" I nodded incapable of speaking. The fucking hurt but the feeling of being used of being sullied felt so good. At last he came. Deep inside me I felt the warm wetness of his cum fill me. At the same moment I came to. So hard I nearly blacked out. My jizz coated the cubical wall. Thick white spurts that seemed to pour out of me endlessly. He rested on my back for a second breathing hard and then pulled out of me. It hurt nearly as much as it did going in. He grabbed some tissues an wiped his cock off. He threw a handful at me and said "clean yourself up faggot" I did as he commanded realising that I was bleeding. I was so sore I could hardly walk straight. We went back into the club and to this day he has never spoken to me again. |
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