Date: Mon, 23 Mar 2015 13:45:12 -0400
From: dave stout <dodge1191@hotmail.com>
Subject: "I'm not the Stud here"

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This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between adult
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Excerpt:

"You see that pussy Jeremy? You know what I want you to do." With that he
pulled my head down to it, not that I resisted and pressed my lips against
her hot, freshly fucked cunt lips. I could feel the heated dampness
emanating from her cunt. Who am I kidding, it was totally irresistible and
I eagerly licked and sucked all over her gorgeous cunt; all over where
Marco's cock had just been buried in. Joan, started bucking her hips up
into my face cooing like a pigeon that found a French fry.

She blurted out, "Oh Marco, you found a good little sissy to eat my
cunt. He eats me just like a hot little bitch would." Marco just laughed
and said "Jeremy, how do you know how to eat fresh fucked pussy so well?
You certainly never get any practice. You must really relate to pussy,
almost like you've got one yourself."


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I had always wanted to be a big stud sort of guy, you know, a lady's
man. Outside of in my head, I never was because I was way too small and
shy. I was always the guy people described as a "girl's best friend" not
even close to being the stud-lover type. The Stud was of course my friend
Marco, Strong, handsome, self-centered, virile, and a little bit
arrogant. He never had any problems finding women. He let me hang around
him more as an afterthought than anything else kinda like the heavyset girl
always seen with the drop-dead gorgeous beauty.

I would laugh at all his jokes and if he got really drunk he might confide
a little bit of something or other to me. As much as anyone, I was Marco's
close friend, not that that meant anything at all; did I say that he was
self centered?

One of the things he let me do was go to the bars with him. He used to say
I might get lucky and fuck one of his discards but of course that never
happened. Girls don't have nearly the problem getting laid as men do and
when Marco would leave them, I was last thing in the world they wanted. I
failed even as a consolation prize.

Finally, after many months of this sad routine Marco offered to take me out
to the hottest nightclub in town on kinda a lark. You know the type of
place, velvet ropes, bouncers; it was the whole deal. I never would have
gotten in there on my own. Of course I wasn't on my own; I was with Marco
and he seemed to know everyone. We weren't in the VIP lounge for even a
minute when an incredibly attractive woman approached us.

"So I just have to know," She said, asking Marco with an inquisitive smirk,
elbows on our table leaning forward in a way that made her cleavage hang
out leaving the enormous round globes of her breasts to be suspended by her
lacy bra top.

"You're the new silent partner in the Destiny Group aren't you? You're the
guy who's funneling all that cash into town. You're the guy who's going to
build the New Fashion Mall out of your spare cash. Am I right?"  She leaned
back and placed her hands on the hips of her highly fashionable designer
tight slacks giving us a self satisfied and flirtatious grin.

It wasn't that she really thought Marco was some silent partner for the
Contractor Group; it was that in her mind she had pulled off the trick of
coming off with the very smart first come-on line. I would bet that she
silently congratulated herself on the way she had combined the male
fantasies of absurd wealth and power with their obsession with showing
control into one single and clean line of "let's get together"
come-on-line.

I looked at the woman scarcely containing my disbelief. She was perfect. At
least to my recollection I had never been this near to a woman of this
caliber; every ounce of her body screamed hot sex but in a peculiarly
expensive way. She was men imagined as their perfect whore. She had an
incredible figure, thin, muscular, toned, young enough but with an air of
aged sophistication, breasts that were large and full, but not absurdly
enormous. You could tell from her devilish smirk that she enjoyed sex and
was entirely open about it but at the same time her diction and posture
indicated good breeding and class, a perfect enigma.

Of course she scarcely noticed me, except perhaps to mentally calculate how
long it would take to get rid of me. Her pearly blue eyes were fixed on
Marco's face. She threw back a lock of her silvery blond hair and giggled,
causing her perfect little midriff to wiggle just a bit. I swear she looked
like everyone's idea of the "Prom-Queen" but with bigger breasts.

Marco squinted his eyes and crinkled up his nose as if he smelled something
unpleasant, looking the girl up and down as though he were inspecting her
like an investor would analyze a thoroughbred pony before buying.

"I'm sorry." He said "I don't know what you're talking about."

She joined us of course, but more out of her own volition, than by any
actual invitation from Marco. I watched her closely and had to give her
credit. She was expert in the way she played the flirtation game, capturing
space between her and her prey with an easy manner, moving in shrewdly for
the kill with soft touches on Marco's arm, placing her manicured fingers on
his knees, leaning over to mischievously whisper a naughty word or two into
his ear. As I watched her I had the strange and unpleasant feeling of
jealousy. I was Jealous of Marco, that he wielded such power and wealth so
effortlessly and deeply envious of his ever-so-quick control over the
incredible female specimen who was now practically in his lap.

At the same time, I was also strangely jealous of the girl and that
troubled me. I was Marco's friend. Who was this woman to suddenly
intervene? At the same time I realized I was jealous of her in a much more
complicated way as well. I had never been so close to such an attractive
woman. A normal male would feel raw animal desire. I should have a wish to
quickly strip her of her clothing and fuck her until she screamed for
mercy. I realized in an inwardly humiliating way that this was not at all
what I was feeling. I didn't want to fuck her; I found myself wanting to be
her.

I wanted tp get fucked like her, wanted to be her. I wanted to own those
incredible breasts, to laugh an easy laugh and have every man in the bar
look at me. To giggle girlishly, exposing my flat belly for the world to
see and desire, while I wore tight, designer pants and pretty lacy thong
underwear beneath it. What was the matter with me? I thought to myself
alarmed. Have I become that much of a faggot that when placed in a room
swarming with incredible women my only reaction is too long to be one. I
was even jealous that she was stealing my man. I looked down in my drink
ashamed.

"Jeremy, Are you ready to go yet?" Marco's voice startled me from my deep
self-loathing.

"Huh..." I said.

"I'm sorry, ahhh, "Marco said hesitatingly to her.

"Joan" The woman quickly filled in her name, her face looking as though she
had just been slapped.

"Yes, Joan, well it was lovely to meet you, you really are a very charming
young woman, but I will need to be going right now." Marco rose, and Joan
sort of half rose out of her seat. She was shocked. It must not be often
that men willingly walk away from her. I inwardly celebrated.

"Unless," Marco mentioned quietly. Joan leaned forward waiting anxiously
for his next word. "Oh, I'm sure a nice girl like you wouldn't want to.  "
You could see Marco inwardly calculating what to say, thinking of
something.

"Want to what?" Joan nearly screamed.

"Well you know, Jeremy and I were just going to go back to my place, maybe
open up a bottle of something nice and put on some music, I don't know, I
guess it could be fun to fuck you like a whore, are you interested?"

An hour later and I could scarcely believe what was happening. Here I was,
Jeremy from Albany, naked in a marble and tile Jacuzzi smoking cigarettes
and drinking champagne with Marco and Joan. Even though I had seen her in
all stages of dress and undress, I was still having difficulty fathoming
the total perfection of her body. Was it legal to have a belly that flat
and breasts that perfectly shaped. Not that she was shy about showing them.

Joan exhibited no squeamishness at all when Marco suggested we all go
skinny dipping in the tub. She practically squealed as she dropped her
clothes. But as incredible as she was, I couldn't help but admit that I
felt like the proverbial third wheel.

Marco was sitting with his back against the tub with Joan straddling his
lap grinding her freshly waxed cunt against his cock under the water while
he squeezed the perfect orbs of her tits, pinching her elongated pink
nipple. "Oh my god baby, I'm gonna cum just from rubbing against you. I
just can't fucking wait to get that big dick inside me." She cooed, lest
what they were doing be less than obvious to me.

Marco's cock was big too. I had seen it before we got in the tub. I mean
flaccid this thing hung down like a horse, full and meaty and swinging back
and forth. I tried to hide mine as I jumped into the tub, but I could swear
that Joan stifled a laugh. I know for a fact that she was taunting me while
she was riding Marco's cock.

She looked over his shoulder as she cooed into his ear and looked me right
in the face as she said, "Fuck you're such a man Marco. Look at you, all
this money, a perfect body and a big huge fucking cock to boot."

Making sure she didn't lose that connection you get when you really stare
someone down, Joan leered at me and continued talking to Marco, "No Marco,
you're certainly not a little fairy faggot are you. Not some pathetic
little weakling of a man that hangs around other men. You'd never just sit
and watch your friend feed his huge, massive cock into the hot pussy of
some bitch, while you sat and jacked off, what kind of a little sissy fag
would do that."

I felt like saying "Uh hello, are you for real?" but of course she was for
real, and she was right. I was watching, and I was getting turned on, and I
couldn't help but touching myself and as I did I couldn't help but think
how much smaller I was than my friend Marco. As I thought about that, I
thought about how turned on I was getting and I realized I was turned on
because I was imagining myself as Joan, and imagining that that big fat
Dick of Marco's was shoved up my cunt instead. Of course I was always
conscious of the fact that of course I didn't have a pussy, but that I sure
felt like one thinking of all the things I was wishing for.

I watched transfixed as Marco backed up and out of the tile Jacuzzi, the
water foaming around his calves, as he sat on the ledge. Joan knelt on the
step of the hot tub an arm on each of Marco's thighs easing her perfectly
pouty cunt lips over his thick cock shaft. Marco pulled her up and out of
the tub until she straddled his dick. I was the spectator of course, but
rock hard at the sight as Joan reached behind her perfect ass cheeks and
fitted Marco's big dick into her tight pussy.

"Oh, FUCK YES!" She yelled as she rocked her hips back and forth on Marco's
lap.

"You are such a fucking MAN." She shrieked. I watched feeling more and more
pathetic all the time. I watched as my friend Marco fucked the most
incredible woman I had ever seen, let alone seen naked.

Joan was one of those perfect creatures separated from the world of
mortals. To this day, women like her had only existed for me in the pages
of fashion magazines and on advertisements pinned to the sides of newspaper
kiosks. They didn't exist in reality to be unclothed and ravished for the
fun of it. And yet, I could tell that Joanwas getting ready to cum by her
short breaths and her plaintive whining. I held my breath waiting for the
moment. Then Marco held her tight, pinning her down on his dick, keeping
her from moving.

"Oh baby, come on baby, I want to cum baby. Keeeeeeep
goooooooo-iiiiiinnnnng." Joan cried.

"I got something even hotter, baby, just trust me." Marco fumbled with the
pile of his clothes behind him with one hand while he steadied Joanby
grasping the perfect globes of her ass with the other. He lit one of his
thick, custom made Cigarettes, the smoke curling, purplish, in waving rings
up through the air.

"Baby, this is REALLY fucking hot, you got to trust me on this, you'll
never feel anything like it, I promise." Marco said. Joan nodded and bit
her lower lip, still yearning and eager to get off. Marco began to slowly
rock her back and forth on his dick, his shaft rubbing back and forth
against her pink little button of a clit as it stretched open her girly
hole, and filled her like a slut.

"Oh Baby, I'm getting close, " Joan yelled.

Marco motioned to me. I shrugged as if to say "Me?" but Marco was getting
impatient.

"Jeremy, get over here." Marco said as he laid Joan flat on her back on the
tile floor, holding her legs open wide with his outstretched hands. I
crawled over feeling embarrassed, excited and, lord help me, oh so hot.

"Ok Jeremy, I want you to help me get this bitch off." With that, he let go
of one of Joan's legs and grabbed me by the hair on the back of my
head. Another man had never touched me like that. He was dominant,
completely in control of me, and her while being very sexual all at the
same time. He eased his huge turgid cock out of Joan's shaved, gaping
pussy.

"You see that pussy Jeremy? You know what I want you to do." With that he
pulled my head down to it, not that I resisted and pressed my lips against
her hot, freshly fucked cunt lips. I could feel the heated dampness
emanating from her cunt. Who am I kidding, it was totally irresistible and
I eagerly licked and sucked all over her gorgeous cunt; all over where
Marco's cock had just been buried in. Joan, started bucking her hips up
into my face cooing like a pigeon.

She blurted out, "Oh Marco, you found a good little sissy to eat my
cunt. He eats me just like a hot little bitch would." Marco just laughed
and said "Jeremy, how do you know how to eat fresh fucked pussy so well?
You certainly never get any practice. You must really relate to pussy,
almost like you've got one yourself."

Marco and Joan continued laughing at me as I lapped eagerly at her sopping
wet cunt, my cock hard, but oh so little and pathetic compared to Marco's.

"I need some cock Marco!" Joan Screamed out.

"Get this little faggot off of me and feed me that big cock of yours." I
looked up at her, my feelings a little hurt but incredibly turned on as
well. She gestured over my shoulder toward Marco. Still on my back, I
turned my head and saw his huge penis, right there at eye level, my head
wedged between it and Joan's pussy. He grabbed my hand and did something
totally, unexpected, he placed it on his penis.

We all just sat there for a second, flash-frozen in erotic heat, none of
the three of us knowing what I'd do next.

"Come on Jeremy" he said, but it was unnecessary. I was already playing
with his cock, masturbating his huge hard man-shaft as if to draw its manly
power out. Marco smiled a very triumphant dominant smirk then held Joan's
legs wide open. "Good Boy Jeremy, now I want you to guide my cock right
into her ass."

What can I say, I was his slave. If he had asked, I would have guided his
dick into my ass. Joan was eager for the ass fucking, but the biggest issue
was fitting that huge monster cock into her delicate little asshole. What
seemed to be so very simple a problem, proved difficult. Marco's cockhead
kept sliding to the side just at the point of penetration, the moment of
truth.

"Well Jeremy buddy, I think you're going to need to get her tight little
hole ready for me. He pushed my head down into her perfect little asshole
and instructed me to just lick. It was wrong but I was so hot that I licked
like a little dog, all dirty, horny and excited. When it came time for
Marco to fuck her, he had me spread her ass-cheeks with one hand and ease
his cock into her hole with the other. Joan, panting with pain,
anticipation and erotic pleasure.

"God this is so fucking hot." She said as Marco plowed her aching little
asshole, his big piece of cock meat spreading it open like it was just
another cunt. Marco looked me in the eye as he said, "Ok, faggot, I need to
cum, lick my balls while I'm fucking this bitch."

I was surprised. I mean sure I had touched his penis, sure I was already
his humiliated little subby buddy but lick his balls, that was totally gay
and I wasn't sure I was ready for it. Before I could make up my mind though
my mind was made up for me. Marco pushed me down to where he and Joan
joined, and instinctually, like an animal in heat, I just started licking.

I licked everything that was presented to me, Joan's pussy and Marco's hard
dirty shaft as it pistoned in and out of her now gaping asshole. Finally,
all pride replaced by a strange submissive desire, I licked his huge manly
balls.  It's impossible to describe the feeling of lying under my good
friend and the hottest woman I'd ever been around as I watched his huge
cock fucking in and out of her asshole. I wanted only one thing, the cock
and balls of this hot and virile man. His balls slapped me in the face as
he violently fucked Joan. Joan moaned with the heat of the situation and I
did everything I could to keep my face as close to her asshole as possible.

Marco finally pulled his huge cock out of her ass with a pop. Her asshole
gaped open, and she groaned with the pleasure. Violently Marco pulled my
head to his cock.

"Lick it faggot boy" he grunted at me and I am ashamed to say I did,
tasting Joan's ass and feeling the incredible erotic heat and power held in
that big, virile. As soon as I started licking though, He pulled away. Joan
obediently held her ass checks wide apart and Marco jacked his cock once,
and shot hot sticky cum into her hole. One, two, three, five shots of thick
gooey cum, as Joan screamed, "My God, this is SO FUCKING DIRTY." She
shrieked as she climaxed.

It was then that I knew what a cunt I was. Marco didn't even have to
ask. Like the nastiest girly slut in any porn movie, I instinctively pushed
my head into Joan's ass, licking his hot cum out of her as it oozed in and
out of her hole. I heard Marco murmur behind me

"That's a good little fag, lick my cream out of her." I couldn't control
myself anymore, I reached my hand to my little penis and started playing
with it. Marco placed his cock within reaching distance and I took turns
licking his half hard, sticky meat, and sucking the cum load out of Joan's
asshole.

Marco pulled my head off of his cock and told Joan to just watch, "Ok my
little faggot buddy, open your mouth, look up at me and stick out your
tongue; I want you to keep your mouth open until I tell you what to do,
Joan, just finger your cunt while I show you just how docile faggots are."
He smiled down at me as he laid his half hard magnificent cockhead on my
tongue, for a few seconds everything seemed to stop; I was wondering what
was going on but never gave a thought to not doing just what he wanted. I
kinda felt a little twitch of his cock then a few drips of liquid hit my
tongue. My eyes must have been questioning as he answered with a little
smirk; "that's right faggot, I'm pissing in your mouth, here's another
little taste for you."

He dribbled more acrid piss into my mouth but I stayed in my place, mouth
open like the good little cocksucker I now knew that I was. I heard him
say, good boy, drink your man's piss, show Joan what a dutiful fag you are,
now close your lips nice and tight around the back of my cockhead and make
a good seal. I know this is your first time so I'll let you show me just
how much you like my warm piss. Reach behind me and when you want another
spurt squeeze my ass cheeks."

I didn't have any time to think about how wonderful / horrible this scene
was as I complied. His piss was salty and warm but not as horrible as I
might have imagined. I squeezed out some more then Marco said. "You're
doing great boy, open your mouth and show Joan and me your mouthful of
man-piss."  I could not have imagined a more humiliating scenario as I
showed them my slack-jaw load of piss. Marco smiled that sly, all-knowing
grin of his at me and said, "keep your mouth open faggot and use your
tongue to swish the piss around; you have to get used to the taste, it's
now your job to be our very own toilet." Of course I did just as I had been
told for I knew now that my destiny was to be a faggot cocksucker.

"Ok boy, that's a good, faggot, bitch, a good cunt, a good little pussy
boy. C'mon and come for me now you little faggot bitch, sissy slut, piece
of shit cocksucker. Suck my cock and play with your little dick. I want you
to cum as you think about what a little faggot cocksucking whore you really
are."

Well what can I say, I'm not proud of it but all the dirty talk did me
in. I couldn't resist, with the taste of piss still strong in my mouth, I
came and I came and I came.

It's now many weeks later. Marco has grown tired of me, and moved on to
other sissy's and whores. I go to the bars every night looking for a man as
strong and as powerful as he is. After all, what are labels like Gay and
straight when bending them can bring such pleasure. I now know what I am.

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