Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2023 07:30:29 -0500 From: Waldo de la Vista Subject: A Weakness For Bad Boys, part 5 This is a fiction story laced with a healthy dose of facts based on my life but, most of it is just wishful thinking. It's what I call a cumming-of-age story tracing a closeted teen through 6 chapters as he struggles with his sexuality and a slight streak of masochism. The best sex is when both partners get off! So just as this site helps us cum, lets give them a reach-around by donating to: https://donate.nifty.org/ A WEAKNESS FOR BAD BOYS, PART 5 THIRD TIME IS THE CHARM I took the McGyver figure to give it back, but Tank didn't accept it. Everything went along as if we hadn't had sex a couple of days before. But when it was time for bed, Tank asked: "So you're not biting the pillow anymore. But are you giving up sucking dick, too?" Seconds later I had him moaning on his back as I worshiped his hard cock. "You gonna swallow it like the last time, right faggot?" I stopped in my tracks, looked straight at him, and shook my head. Before he could protest I climbed on top of him. And began dribbling spit in my hand to lube his dick. Tank smiled, and pointed me to his desk drawer from which I quickly retrieved a tube of lube he used for jerking off. I greased his bent manhood and climbed over him. He was very patient as I slowly eased down to let his knob stretch my asshole. It was painful at first but I soon slid down bit by bit until had every inch of him inside me. The curve of his cock fit me comfortably in this position and I was able to ride him while letting my dick slide over his ripped stomach. He grabbed my dick for the first time and gave me a few strokes. Then he took over: he grabbed my hips and began violently thrusting up deep into me. The pleasure reflected on his face gave me goosebumps. Forgetting his parents were asleep nearby, he came loudly, cursing, smiling. I started stroking my cock harder while he watched me entranced. I blasted my load all over his hairy stomach and chest. We both looked down at an unusually copious amount of my cum on his torso. As we showered together he looked at me mischievously, as a kid who'd done what he'd been told not to. Then he hesitantly closed in on me and kissed me. He looked worried. "You fucking little faggot," he whispered as we hugged "What the fuck are you doing to me." In our next session, he went down on me. "You don't have to do that," I said. "I'm just helping a friend out." It sounded like a bad excuse for a guy giving in to his true desires, but I wasn't going to question anyone's reasons for sucking my dick. He was repulsed by the taste of my cum. "Next time, you tell me when you're going to jizz!" I asked him who he'd fucked before. "There was this queer in the building we used to live in. I still visit him now and then. I love pussy but when I'm inside a guy... Shit! I can't describe it!" he added: "He used to eat my ass out. That's the queerest thing I've done. I'd love you to lick my butthole". I told him that was off my diet. "I'm never doing that!" His disappointment was heartbreaking, but not enough to get my nose buried in his ass, beautiful as it was. THERAPIST DENOUNCED The following weekend I got together with Pedro. I was too ashamed to tell him I'd had sex with my bully, twice. When we got to the part where he started hot-dogging me, I asked him to stick it all the way in. He asked me if I was sure before nailing me. By the time he was done, I was questioning myself about the fuss I'd put on about getting fucked in the past years. Sessions with Tank were hotter, but when Pedro and I began flipping our relationship became more equal, it was a deeper connection. My newfound versatility added 5 more clients to the sex therapies, so I was enjoying getting corn-holed by a variety of men for almost a year. It was fun. Despite this, I kept my affair with Tank from Pedro, but instead was able to confide in Tank about Pedro and his occasional friends. It made Tank jealous which I figured would be was as close as he'd ever show me he loved me. But one evening I made what I consider the biggest mistake of my life: I showed Tank some photographs a client had taken of Pedro and me in action. He was uncomfortable about it, if highly aroused at the same time. He proceeded to fuck me in such a forceful way that it felt completely wrong after he bred me. I asked him if the photographs had upset him and he said no, and told me wanted me to send them to him to keep him going till our next tryst. I gladly emailed them to him. A week later all hell broke loose. Tank `anonymously' sent the shots to the police. My mother asked me to move out as soon as I could. Pedro was put on trial, and his wife kicked him out of his home. He sent me to hell, and was able to flee the country and I never heard of him again. My life was also shattered if not as drastically as Pedro's. I confronted Tank. He tried convincing me that Pedro was only using me, that he'd done the world a favour by exposing him. "How about I expose you, cocksucker!" I asked defiantly. He raised his fist but hesitated. "Go get your head examined by a real shrink!" He answered. "Go fuck yourself. Or better yet, go get yourself fucked!" We wouldn't see each other for years, although he became a TV sports commentator, so I caught a glimpse of him switched channels from time to time. A few years after I'd graduated and moved to my own apartment, I began dating on-line. I've nothing much to tell about this period of my life except for a short period in which I began looking for guys into dominance or water sports. I got ordered and humiliated a few times but discovered it wasn't what I was looking for. Then I had a surprise reunion with Lenny who was visiting an Aunt and wanted to reacquaint. It good to see him. He showed me some shots of him and his handsome partner. They'd been together since he'd moved away. I confided him with all I'd been through. "I could have told you Tank wasn't good for you, but you must have known that all the while." I had dinner with him and his partner Rodrigo. I couldn't help thinking that could've been me with him, but somehow I felt it wouldn't have been my best life choice either. Maybe I was better off on my own. I began thinking there was no such thing as love, just nasty satisfying sex, that it was silly to invest a whole lot of feelings on one guy. Never again! Until last year, when Tank got in touch with me.