Converting the Homophobes - Chapter 3.5: Tommy's Revelations

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Chapter 3.5: Tommy’s Revelations

The air in the room was heavy, thick. My naked body was hot from the exercise of Tommy stuffing me roughly, and showing me what a rapid pounding by an experienced cock feels like. I looked down at his tool, still somewhat hard. It was wet with lube and sweat. Part of him was inside me now, and I could still feel how he had shifted my insides around. His hand gripped mine, his fingers warm and confident, but his expression had shifted. The smirk was still there, but it was devious now, and more intense. I felt like he was sizing me up, deciding how far he could take this before I broke. After the intensity of round one with him, I was excited for more. But I was also... scared?

“Hydration break’s over,” he growled. Without waiting for me to respond, he stepped closer, his body pressing against mine, and the heat of his body made me start to sweat even more. His fingers tangled my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me gasp. His other hand slid down to my hip, gripping tight as he pushed me back against the couch.

“You’re not gonna tap out on me, are you?” he asked, his lips brushing against my ear. His breath was hot. Shivers cascaded down my spine.

I shook my head, my throat suddenly too dry to form words. He chuckled, a low, rough sound that sent a jolt to my stomach. “Good. ‘Cause I’m just getting started.”

He dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands sliding up my thighs. I was surprised he was comfortable with my cock pointing right above his head. His touch was firm, almost demanding, and I could feel the way his fingers dug into my skin, claiming me. He didn’t waste time teasing, lifting up my legs and taking a look at my hole. I knew I was sweaty, and I had felt his cum leaking out of it. I was suddenly self conscious of my ass, but he soothed my trepidation quickly with the beginnings of a massage. He pressed his thumbs into my butt cheeks, giving me a tingle up my body. He stared closely at my hole, apparently curious. Just playing with me, like I was a toy.

"It's basically a pussy," he said darkly.

Then, with one strong hand, he lifted my ass from my lower back and lined up his stiff rod with my hole. My own cock was flopping around, and my hot sweaty ballsack was hanging low. He spit down onto his cock, getting some on my balls as well, then pushed back inside me. He didn't waste any time, and held both my hips in mid air, and starting to use my body as his fleshlight. He was hard as steel, and from this angle I could feel new spots getting stimulated. It was like he was crawling up inside me and massaging random sensitive spots I didn't know existed.

"How do you fuck so good?" I asked suddenly, before I even realized what I was saying.

He didn't stop slapping his hips onto my ass as he pounded me. "I went further with my cousin's friend than I admitted earlier."

I looked at him stunned, the mix of getting fucked and hearing sexual revelations too much for my brain to process.

"He sucked me dry the first day I met him. Then I fucked him every day for a week. He fucked me too on the last day of the trip."

"What??" I exclaimed.

"I've been banging dude ass longer than I've even known you."

The way he said it was the most arousing thing I had ever heard. My cock was slapping on my stomach and I was afraid I was going to cum after hearing that, so I grabbed it tightly by the base to try and hold my orgasm off.

He saw this, and quickly dropped my body onto the couch, pressed my knees to my shoulders, and stuffed his cock to its deepest point yet in my hole. He grabbed my cock and furiously rubbed for a few seconds, while I whimpered and submitted fully to his manly grip. I throbbed and came, the best sensation ever as my hole pulsed around the base of his thick cock. He brought his hand to his face, looking like a cartoon villain, and took a lick of my cum off his thumb. My mind was numb with Tommy's revelations. He let his rigid tool slip out of my ass, and grabbed it by the base, instinctually wiggling it and giving it a couple strokes.

“You taste good,” he said, his voice rough. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

Before I could respond, he stood, pulling me to my feet. He spun me around, pressing my chest against the back of the couch. His hands were on my hips again, gripping tight as he positioned himself behind me. I felt him press against me, hard and unyielding, and I shuddered.

“You want more of this?” he asked, his voice a low growl in my ear.

“Yes,” I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Then take it.”

He pistoned into me rapidly, and I cried out, my fingers digging into the couch cushions. It hurt—but there was something else too, something that made my blood sing and my heart race. Tommy didn’t give me time to adjust to the angle. He set a punishing pace from the start, his hips slamming into mine with a force that made my knees buckle.

Even in his heightened state of domination, or whatever this was, he didn’t talk much, but when he did, his words were raw, unfiltered. “You’re a tight faggot slut,” he muttered, his breath hot against my neck. “So fucking tight. Your bubble butt belongs to me and you're my little slave. You exist for my pleasure. I'm gonna fuck you whenever the fuck I want.”

I could feel the way his hands dug into my skin, the way his body moved against mine. He was everywhere, consuming me, tearing me apart. I could feel the way he was taking me, claiming me, and I couldn’t get enough. Every thrust sent a wave of pleasure through me, every gasp and moan spurring him on.

He suddenly stopped, "buffering", he called it. He didn't want to cum again just yet. To my displeasure, he pulled out. I closed my eyes and dropped my head, taking advantage of the break, but keeping my position over the couch.

Suddenly, he was in front of me. He grabbed my hair and lifted my head. I looked up at his eyes and saw only an unfamiliar, scary hunger. He moved the tip of his long, throbbing rob to my lips. The cock that had just been in my ass. He pressed firmly, but my brain wouldn't let me open my mouth for something so... degrading. I was scared, but didn't dare say no. My cock had returned to hardness with the intensity of whatever this was. This is what I had asked him for. If this was what he needed, to fully own and use me as a toy, then I was going to let him. I closed my eyes, and opened my mouth. He didn't hesitate to shove his cock to the back of my throat and start pounding. He ignored when I gagged, and tears started to run down my reddening face. He put one hand on the back of my head and the other on my neck, then pulled me down roughly until he entered my throat. Suddenly I felt a stretching, choking sensation as my lips pressed hard against his pubes and his balls.

My body retched, and he still held me down. I tapped his leg, and he refused to concede an inch. When my body started to weaken, and finally go limp, he relented, pulling out of my mouth. I sucked in a choking breath as I kept a hand on his hip, letting him know not to go too far away. He slapped his shaft on my face, and walked back around the couch. I had slumped down, my energy spent, but my cock still rock hard.

What happened next was the biggest surprise of the day.

"You wanna fuck me now?" he asked, suddenly nonchalant, maybe even a little self conscious, a complete change of the mood.

"You what?" I asked, awake now, but confused and horny. He shrugged.

"You let me do you, you can do me if you want." I could tell he actually wanted it.

"Ok..." I said, waiting for him to say he was joking.

He pushed my body over, laying me on my back, and grabbed my cock with his hand. He put some lube on it, and put a leg over me, straddling my body with a knee on each side of my abdomen. Then he leaned back and I felt his muscular cheeks envelop the head of my cock. He held it by the base as he lined it up, then looked me in the eyes. The tentative, cautious pleasure apparent on his face as he slowly slid down. I could see the spark of memory in his eyes, back to the time with his cousin's friend. His lips curled when he got halfway down. When he started to gently bounce on my boner, I could tell I was already close to a climax. To my surprise, he suddenly got aggressive, grabbing his cock and stroking it furiously as he dropped all the way down onto my pole.

Almost interrupting each other, we both said at the same time, "I'm gonna–".

I felt an intensity rip through my core as I convulsed forward, and started filling his ass, my hips jerking randomly. He closed his eyes and slowly, but very firmly rubbed the head of his cock until he squirted a big rope of cum that hit me in the face, the rest of his load dripping out onto his hand and my tummy.

"That was awesome," I said between breaths.

"I'm glad we did that," he said as he rose off of me, letting my dick fall out with a squishy pop. He stood and walked over to my face. His cock was still mostly hard and he squatted down so that it was in front of my face.

“Open,” he commanded, his voice firm.

I did as I was told, my mouth opening wide. His hips came forward, and I could feel the way he was watching me, his eyes suddenly dark and intense again. He didn’t waste time. He pushed in, his hand gripping my hair tight as he used my mouth to clean the cum off his cock. He started to get hard again as I sucked the cum off of it, then pulled out with a wet plop and tapped his hand on my cheek. "Good boy."

"You're kinda just... full of surprises," I said.

"You wanna eat your load out of my ass?" he asked me, like it was not a crazy thing at all.

"Do people do that??" I asked, still shocked.

"It's in porn all the time, dude."

"What the fuck kind of porn are you watching??"

"Cooler shit than you I guess!"

After a bit more naked fooling around, we took a shower together, and he let me scrub up his body. It was intimate to wash his arm pits, crotch and ass, and let my boner rub against him. I had literally fucked him, and learned a lot about my friend that day. When we walked out of the shower, both of us naked and still playing a little grabass, we were a bit surprised to see Tyler, another friend of ours, sitting on my couch playing my Switch. It was normal for him to let himself in, since he also lived on the block, but I didn't realize he would be there.

He looked at us confused and covered his eyes. "Woah you guys are naked!" he exclaimed.

"Get a good look faggot!" Tommy yelled at him, then ran up to helicopter his dick in his face, making him wrestle back against him. I pulled on some sweatpants while watching them laugh and wrestle. Tyler was maniacally laughing while Tommy pretended to hump him into submission. It was funny how Tommy could still say "faggot" without a second thought. He really did know what he was, and it wasn't "straight".

Believe it or not, the rest of the night was basically the same as normal. Besides a couple knowing glances between Tommy and me, we just talked about normal shit, ordered Indian food and played video games, watched youtube videos, and passed out around 2am as an impromptu sleepover.

Tommy had been an interesting experience. I could tell I didn't just open his mind–I had awakened something in him. He was basically a bi guy. And it made my project that much more important. After the energy expenditure of the day, and my mind still spinning from everything Tommy had revealed, I wasn't even thinking of the next guy on my list yet. But, signs were pointing to me having more impending opportunities.