Date: Tue, 27 Feb 2018 23:38:29 +0000
From: Matty N <niftymatty@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cheating with Jake

Hi guys,

This story is a one-off inspired by a conversation I had with one of the
readers of my other stories. At the moment, there is no intention to turn
it into a series but I thought it would be hot as a one-off.

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Cheating with Jake.

This wasn't right. This wasn't who I was but I couldn't help it. It was
just all too tempting. I'd tried to be a good boy. I'd tried to resist it
but I didn't have the strength and now I was doing something that I'd sworn
that I would never do. But here I am; my little 5ft9 skinny frame on my
knees. His hands in my short blond hair, holding me in place and my blue
eyes watering as I look up at him.

How did this happen? I've been in a relationship for the last three years
and been completely happy in that. I've never even thought about being with
anyone else and our sex life was great. I mean... sure, I didn't get to
bottom at all anymore because my boyfriend is a complete bottom and I've
had to ignore all of my kinks because he just isn't into them but we do
have sex regularly and I do enjoy it. Well, I thought I did before meeting
Jake.

I'd been on the train, coming back to Leeds from Birmingham where I'd been
for the weekend visiting family. The train was busy but I'd managed to get
a seat given that I was travelling all on my own. The majority of the
journey had been completely uneventful; I'd sat there, listening to music
and playing around on my phone. I hadn't even checked out the other guys in
the carriage because that just wasn't something that I did anymore. But I
couldn't ignore Jake after seeing him for the first time.

The carriage was starting to empty as we got closer and closer to Leeds and
I first spotted him as the man in front of him left the train. He was
gorgeous - absolutely stunning - with his short brown hair and angled
jaw. He hadn't noticed me but I couldn't help but stare at him. He raised
his head up and our eyes met. Immediately, I looked away, blushing, but
when I looked back towards him he was still looking at me.

A smile appeared across his face; a crooked, dirty one which sent electric
pulses through my body straight to my cock. I couldn't believe this was
happening to me - I was hardening start here on the train just because I
was looking at this stunning lad and he was staring back at me. He turned
his body so that it was facing towards me with his legs spread apart. He
was resting against the window with one leg bent up with his huge trainer
on the empty seat next to him. His other leg was on the floor and I had a
direct and uninterrupted view of his crotch.

He didn't say anything. He just kept eye contact with me as he moved his
hand down to his cock. Starting to rub it through his jeans, I could see
the bulge there growing under his hand. My breathing started to quicken and
my own cock was beginning to strain against my own jeans. Things didn't
stop there though: this beautiful man used his fingers to flick open the
button at the top of his jeans and slowly pulled down the zip.

I'm sure that my heart stopped when he revealed what his jeans had been
hiding. Right there, in the middle of the train carriage, this stud pulled
out his cock. It was huge; at least 8 inches long and really thick. He was
uncut and, straight away, he pulled back the skin to reveal a large
head. This cock was exactly the type I loved when I used to bottom and I
could feel my hole throb at the memory of what it felt like to be well and
truly fucked.

He started to wank, there and then in the middle of the busy train
carriage. The sounds of people all around as he worked his foreskin over
his cock over and over, never once breaking eye contact with me. The sound
of my phone pulled me away. My boyfriend had sent me a message asking how
the train was getting on - we were supposed to be meeting up and going out
when I got back into Leeds. I was about to reply when my eyes flicked back
up at the sexy man wanking his cock in front of me. To my disappointment,
he'd put his cock away but was still looking directly at me. He nodded his
head towards the back of the carriage and then stood up and walked towards
the toilets there.

Oh fuck. He wants me to follow him. In this busy carriage, he wants me to
go into the toilets with him. Three years ago, I'd have jumped at this - I
used to be quite the nasty little slut - but now, I don't do this sort of
thing. I mean, I have a boyfriend for fucks sake. So why do I so
desperately want to follow him? Why can't I resist the lure of his monster
cock?

I paused for a moment and I've got to give myself credit for that. I did
try to resist - to stay loyal to my boyfriend of three years - but it just
wasn't going to happen. I needed this. I needed to taste this huge cock and
I hoped that I'd get the opportunity to take it inside me as well. My hole
was so desperate to be fucked once again.

Once I'd made my mind up, it took no time at all for me to get to the
toilet door. He'd closed it behind him and I genuinely didn't know what to
do. Looking around, there was no-one sat in this part of the train so I
knocked on the door. This guy has some bloody balls because the door slid
open to reveal him stood there already naked. He knew I was going to come;
he hadn't even spoken to me and he knew that I was going to come and meet
him back here!

This guy was sexy as fuck! He was definitely tall, at least 6ft4, with a
good manly build. He was hairy - it was trimmed short over his torso but
his legs and arms were covered. He had the perfect look and was exactly the
guy that I would have begged to fuck me when I was single. And then there
was that cock: Wow! It was amazing with its long shaft and big head. I had
to have it.

"I shouldn't do this," I heard myself say as I stepped into the toilet,
letting the door close behind me. He didn't say anything.  "Really," I said
as I reached this manly stud in front of me, "I have a boyfriend." Again,
no response came from him.  "I really... I can't." That might have been
more believable if I hadn't been licking my lips when I said it.  He just
smiled at me, placed his big hand on my head and pushed me down. With only
a slight bit of pressure, I fell to my knees and gasped as his powerful
cock ended up only centimetres from my face. It was throbbing and I could
already see a bead of precum on the tip. No more words needed to be
spoken. Without wasting another second, my tongue went right to it. Fucking
hell - he tasted delicious and it wasn't even his actual spunk! I needed
more and that desire overrode any second thoughts that I had; my tongue
wrapped around the head of his cock as I took it into my mouth.

He moaned as my tongue pushed at the end of his foreskin and started to
explore his thick cock head. Whilst I worked on his monster cock, his hands
took hold of my head and he started to run his fingers through my hair; he
was beginning to push towards me and it was clear that he wanted more of
his cock in my mouth. I was more than open to this. Opening my mouth wide,
I stuck out my tongue and made it obvious that my throat was more than
ready for whatever he wanted to use it for.

Well, he didn't need any more signals. With a tightening grip on my head,
his sexy stud of a man forced his monster cock all the way down my
throat. Aw fuck, I gagged like a bitch! My eyes started to water and my
throat was trying to force him out. I actually managed it and started to
cough but there was no way that he was going to let me stop him from using
my throat. He didn't even wait for me to stop coughing before he tried to
force his cock all the way back inside me again.

This was a completely change for me again. My boyfriend doesn't really like
his cock being sucked because he's really submissive and he doesn't like
doing anything that makes it seem like I'm subservient to him. It's been a
very long time since I've deepthroated a cock this big and, honestly, I was
struggling. Saliva was dribbling out of my open mouth and his stud's
monster was coated in throat slime. I was looking up at him and I could
barely keep my eyes open because they were watering so much! This wasn't a
blowjob: it was a throatfuck and he knew exactly what he was doing.

It had been so long since I had felt like this: like a used slut here just
for the pleasure of a man with a monster cock. I hadn't realised how much I
had craved this feeling. I think part of me had forgotten how it could feel
and convinced myself that the tiny portion of the sexual world that I got
to experience was actually all there was for me. I'd been so wrong. Feeling
this stud's cock slide down my throat and choke me just gave me such
powerful and sensual feelings. However, all too soon, it was over. The
train was pulling into the Leeds station. This was too much! I couldn't
have this taste of cock for it to just end before I'd even made him
cum. Pulling off his cock, I looked up at him from my knees.  "I know
somewhere," I said with a pleading look in my eyes, "I don't want to stop
yet."  He looked down at me with a mixture of contempt and lust. His face
said everything: it told me how he regarded me as nothing but a worthless
slut but how he wanted so much to shoot his load into me as well. That look
turned me on more than my boyfriend had for our entire relationship. After
a few moments pause, which he used to gather his clothes and start to
dress, he spoke the first words that he'd actually said to me. His voice
was deep and gruff.  "Ok," he said, "Lead on."

Now, in truth, I had no idea of anywhere to go but I knew that I couldn't
give up the opportunity to have sex with this guy. He had me more turned on
then I think I'd ever been and I needed him to make full use of me. I
thought about walking to the station toilets but, given that Leeds is a
busy station, I didn't think that would be a good idea. We could go down
into the nearby alley next to the station but that's a regularly used
footpath and it's still light outside. Then it hit me: the station is right
near the gay area of Leeds City Centre and next to one of the clubs is the
sauna. I could take him there and have all the fun we wanted! What could I
do about my boyfriend though? He'd be expecting me home and I knew that I
wanted more than just a quickie with this guy. After debating back and
forth in my mind, I sent him a message saying that the train was going to
be delayed because another one had broken down near the station. Really, I
should have thought of something better - especially as he could find me
out simply by looking on the website for the rail company - but, in the
moment, that was all I had.

This guy and I didn't really talk as we walked towards the sauna. I don't
know whether we would have had anything to chat about but neither of us
really tried to be honest. This wasn't a date and we didn't want to get to
know each other. Cock was the most important aspect of our meeting and we
didn't want to mess around with small talk and have that get in the way of
the sex that both of us really needed.

At the sauna is where we encountered our first problem. Years ago, before
meeting my boyfriend, I'd been a regular member. So regular, in fact, that
every single member of staff had known me on sight and I got more than my
money's worth given that I was in there, getting pounded by big cocks, at
least once or twice every single week. Since my relationship began, all
that had stopped and my membership had definitely lapsed - in my defence,
I'd never thought I'd need to use it again! A visit to the sauna was £10
which, if you managed to find a hot guy, was pretty good
value. Unfortunately, you couldn't get in for a visit without first paying
for a £50 membership. When the guy at reception told us that, this hot
stud beside me just laughed and told me that there was no way he was paying
that.

I panicked. I literally had no other ideas of where we could go to make
this happen and, when I was this close, I couldn't stand the thought of it
all just ending now. I can't believe that I did this - that he had turned
me on so much that my cock overrode my brain in a big way. I ended up
paying for both of us to start memberships and for the visit. £120 paid
out, which I'd have to make sure I hid on my bank statement, just so that I
could get back on the cock that I'd had a taste of on the train. My opinion
of myself was spiralling down by the second: not only was I a cheat but I'm
willing to pay out to make sure that I can get the cock I need. What a
dirty little slut I am.

My plan had been to get undressed, leave our clothes in the lockers and
head for one of the private rooms but this guy had other ideas. After
stripped off himself, he took my clothes from me and stored them in his
locker with his own. He'd said to me that there was no point getting
separate lockers seeing as we were here together - if only I'd known what
he had in store for me.

He asked me to give him a bit of a tour of the sauna, given that he'd not
been here before and he now had a membership. I now know that he wasn't
bothered about seeing the facilities or anything like that. No, he just
wanted to know which area was the most public because he wasn't interested
in using me in one of the tiny dark rooms. He wanted to use me in plain
sight of every other guy in there.

When we entered the main room, he placed his hands on my shoulders and
forced me back down to my knees. I was about to complain but, as soon as he
rubbed his huge 8-inch cock over my lips, I forgot what I possibly had to
say and my entire focus was taken up by this monster dick in front of me. I
opened my mouth and reached forward for it but he stopped me by pulling
back my hair.  "No," he stated, "You need to ask for it."  Aw fuck. This
guy knew exactly what to do to turn me on. I'd not felt this slutty in a
long time and I started begging straight away. I wasn't just saying please
or asking him to let me suck him; I was literally begging and pleading for
his cock. My voice didn't even sound like my own as I practically promised
to do anything he wanted if he'd only let me taste it.

Obviously, there was no chance that he was ever going to take his cock away
from me but the sense of relief that flooded through me when he gave me
permission to suck on him was intense. I was determined to do a good job
and to please this man. His cock head felt familiar in my mouth now but no
less amazing than it had on the train. Using my tongue to explore it as
much as I could, I continued down his shaft until it was buried at the back
of my throat. There was no warm up this time; the stud went straight to
fucking my throat. He was ramming his cock into me so hard that I began,
once again, to splutter and gag around it. He was moaning much louder than
he had on the train - clearly he had been muffling his own pleasure and
now, in the sauna, he felt free to let go. The sounds of his pleasure drew
some attention and the other users of his place were definitely looking
over from the showers and the jacuzzi to see what we were doing.

That's when I made a mistake. I was trying to see how the others in the
area were reacting and, in doing so, I wasn't fully concentrating on this
man's monster cock and I ended up catching him with my teeth.  "Argh fuck!"
he cried out and pulled me off of him. Without warning, he clipped me
around the back of the head. "You useless cocksucker! The only thing you're
good for and you can't even do that right!"  Being spoken to like this was
such a turn on for me and, whilst I was kicking myself for disappointing
me, my cock had never been harder.  "I can't trust you with my cock right
now, slut," he told me, "You need to show me that you can use that mouth
properly." He paused for a few moments before his eyes flashed with an
idea. He took hold of my hair and started walking over to the bench at the
side of the room. I, of course, had no choice but to follow given that he
was actually dragging me. When we got there, he sat down on the bench and
lifted up his legs so that they were resting on it as well. He ordered me
to get right down on the ground and to worship his feet with the same focus
and care that I should have worshipped his cock with.

To be honest with you, I'd never done anything like that before and never
even thought about it. But the idea of touching any part of this stud was
so fucking hot that I didn't even question it. I just threw myself down
onto the ground in front of him and placed my lips onto one of the soles of
his size 12 manly feet. It only took a couple of licks before I was
questioning why I'd not been doing this all of my life - I loved it! Being
at this guy's big feet felt so right; it was like I was finally fulfilling
my purpose of giving pleasure to a real man. The way he moaned while I
licked his soles just confirmed this and he was clearly getting off on
making me do this.

He told me to stand up and straddle over him facing down towards his feet
so, of course, I did it immediately. I felt his hands on my back, pushing
me down so that my bum was facing towards him, about halfway down his body,
and my head was back in his feet.  "Suck my toes, you filthy little foot
slut. Get them in your mouth while I loosen up this little boypussy of
yours."  He wasted no time at all in getting his fingers to my hole and
starting to apply pressure. It had been years since I'd even fingered
myself so that moment when he first finger pushed inside me was a headrush
of pain and pleasure. I needed something to distract myself with so I got
straight down into his big toes like he had asked me to. I wrapped my lips
around them and worshipped them as if they were his cock. He particularly
liked when I used to tongue around them and it only encouraged him to go
further with my hole. He added a second finger and I could feel him moving
them apart inside me, trying to stretch me and open me up. This guy wasn't
patient and I knew that I'd be taking his cock within the next minute or
so, whether I was ready or not.

I was right and it wasn't long before he was pushing me back into the
middle of the room and down onto the floor. He told me to keep my face
pressed against the cold floor and to raise my bum up as high as it would
go. I knew that was coming and the feeling of his cock head against my hole
just reminded me how much I had missed this. I needed this to happen and I
told him so.  "I don't give a fuck what you need," he spat at me, "You are
just a worthless cumdump for me to use. Don't start thinking you are
special, you nasty little fucker."  He punctuated the last word by forcing
as much of his cock into me as he could. I'm not ashamed to say that I
screamed out. I just wasn't used to this treatment. I am, however, ashamed
to admit that I begged me to stop. Of course, he didn't but I'd begged all
the same and revealed what a worthless slut I really was. I should have
been able to take it straight away and this stud was determined to make me
do exactly that.

Even from my position with my head on the floor, I could see the guy's
around the room watching him as he force-fucked my hole. They were hard and
the majority with either wanking or playing with each other. There were a
wide range of guys in there: old, young, tall, short, fat, skinny but every
single one of them was now watching me being pounded on the floor like a
cheap whore. It was about to get even worse though.  "Someone come and shut
this slut up," the man fucking me shouted as he rammed his monster cock
into me, "I'm sick of his whining and moaning."  Well, the rush was
instant. It was as if a barrier had been broken and, suddenly, none of the
men were worried about interrupting us or crossing any imaginary line. They
were all around me. I was pulled up by my hair and a cock was immediately
forced into my open mouth. I have no idea who it belonged to; I couldn't
see the guy and, for all I knew, he could have been someone I would never
have had sex with if given the choice. But right there and then, in that
sauna, it wasn't about choice. It was about being used. It was about being
the cumdump that this stud had revealed me to me.

To say that I lost myself in the haze of the sex would be an
understatement. Everything started changing so quickly. My hands were
pulled from the floor and I was given cocks and told to wank them and the
dicks in my mouth kept being swapped as different men took their
turns. Only one thing was a constant so far: the monster cock forcing
itself deeper and deeper into my hole.

This man fucked me, really fucked me, and by the end he had me moaned and
groaning like a true slut. I remember hearing him call out, shouting to the
group of guys that he was about to shoot his spunk deep inside me. He
wasn't telling me because I didn't have a choice about it. He had already
made it perfectly clear that I was just there to take his load and be happy
about it. And I was. I was so happy about having this man's cum deep inside
me. When he exploded, it felt like the floodgates had been opened and I
could feel every single jet of spunk as it coated my insides. I groaned out
as he pulled his enormous cock from inside me and the feeling of emptiness
was terrible. I didn't have to experience it long though because, seconds
later, someone else stepped in to fill my spunked up hole with another
cock. I have no idea who it was nor do I really care. I was doing my duty
as a slut and, in that moment, all I cared about was getting more cock and
cum.

I'm not sure what the original man did then. I definitely heard him handing
over the key to our locker to someone else (after he'd retrieved his
clothes and I was being fucked for the third time) and telling them that
they weren't to let me have it until I had made every single guy cum if
they wanted me to. I know that, before he left completely, he left me with
one parting comment that really reminded me exactly who and what I was.

"My name is Jake, you stupid little slut. Next time, it might be worth
asking the name of the guy before you offer up your entire body to his
pleasure. You really are one nasty little whore and now every single man in
this entire place is going to show you what that truly means."

He was right. I was a whore, a slut, a bitch. I was a cheat and a liar. I
was nothing but a cumdump and, what's more, I loved every single second of
it.


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