A Twink's Desire

I’ve always known, at least in the back of my mind, that I was your classic, closeted bisexual guy. In my teenage years I regularly jacked off the straight porn, but occasionally would peak at gay twink porn from time to time. Why did I do this? Today, I chalk it up to an innate curiosity in what it would feel like to receive instead of give; to be called a “dirty slut” while feeling a hot cock fill my virgin ass.

I never had a real girlfriend until I was 18. We had a good relationship, our sex life was amazing, and she was a superb human being. However, for reasons unrelated to this story, we broke up. You, at this point, might be wondering how this relates to my tucked away fantasy of being fucked by a guy, so I will digress. Perhaps it was our break up that triggered it. Perhaps the newly acquired status as a single guy set something off in my mind. Because after we broke up, my craving for cock intensified faster than I could resist.

In August of last year, I downloaded a local gay dating app. This was a huge step, as it meant I had transcended the boundary between fantasy and reality. I was now actively searching for cock to pound my tight virgin ass. Understandably, I did not venture out inexperienced.

By the age of 17, I had already discovered the art of the dildo. I remember the long, warm summer nights where I’d ride my 8-inch rubber cock for horny men on the Internet. I did this for no reason other than to satisfy my craving for anal domination.

I went on the hook up app and made my profile. I called myself, “TwinkSlut420” with a description that read, “I am a 19 year old twink boy who needs his first cock, dominant males preferred.” Now, as a username like that would, I received a ton of attention.

I would say that 90% of the replies I received were not from guys I’d ever consider losing my virginity to, or were from guys who wanted a relationship. All I wanted was a hookup with no strings attached.

Eventually, I stumbled across Andrew…

***

Andrew was 22, 6’, 190lbs. At this point in my life I was your classic Twink. I was 19, 5’10, and 145lbs. This size difference really turned me on, as I wanted a bigger, stronger guy to take control and treat me like the slut I dreamt of being. After a few days of chat, we decided to meet.

He told me he would pick me up in his SUV. As a fellow bisexual guy, he’d told me stories of fucking his girlfriend senseless in the back with the seats folded down. If she could do it, why couldn’t I? I remember the feeling of intense anticipation and honest nervousness as I left my house to head to our meeting place.

As I arrived at the intersection at the end of my street, I heard the SUV pull up behind me. I took a breath. I got in.

“Hey man, you’re hotter in person than in your hot pics you sent me,” Andrew said. “I can’t wait to have you on your hands and knees bitch.”

I blushed and nervously giggled thanks. He never spoke to me like that in our conversations over the phone. The fact that he was so clearly a dominant male made my tight hole twitch in anticipation. Eventually, we arrived at a secluded parking lot. I realized very quickly that this guy had complete control over me. He was stronger, bigger, and could easily do whatever he wanted as nobody was close by enough to see. Normally this would scare people, but for me, it only made me hornier.

“Get in the back bitch,” he ordered.

I complied and crawled over the front seats and onto a mattress with silk sheets. I saw Andrew grinning as the realization that he had his own personal slave in his car struck his mind. After I was in the back, he crawled over the seats to join me. I was very roomie back there, enough space for anything you could imagine.

“Strip bitch, slowly,” he whispered in my ear.

Slowly, I peeled off my shirt, my skinny Twink body on full display for the toned, strong Andrew. I heard him moan as he rubbed his growing bulge through his jeans. I turned around to show him my ass as I slide down my skinny jeans. I remembered to wear my tightest boxers.

The instant my jeans came off, Andrew’s tight muscle shirt did as well. He crawled over to me. I only had my skintight boxers on me now and he intended to take advantage.

“Get on your hands and knees you little slut, turn towards me,” ordered Andrew.

I crawled over to, a now, boxer-only laden Andrew.

“Suck me slut,” he beckoned.

As soon as the words left his lips, I knew what to do. I grabbed his cock through the fabric of his boxers. It was much bigger than I anticipated. I lick and rub his cock through his boxers until he orders me to take them off.

His rock hard, perfectly sculpted, 8.5inch cock sprang loose. This was the moment I had fantasized about for years. There it was, a cock, waiting for my unrepressed worship. I put the head of his dick into my mouth and began tickling the tip with my tongue. Andrew moaned, and I could taste the salty pre-cum beginning to form.

Without warning, he quickly got to his knees and grabbed the back of my head. He was going to face fuck me.

“Take this fat cock you little boy whore,” he yelled as he forced my mouth and head down his shaft.

I was in ecstasy, his massive dick filling my mouth made me feel used. The sounds of his cock through my coughs and gurgles made my own dick hard as a rock. I loved it. I couldn’t believe how much I loved it. I could tell he was about to cum, so he pushed me away and onto my stomach. My raging dick pulsated through my tight boxers as he crawled up behind me.

“Get on your hands and knees and face away from me now. I’m going to fuck you from behind.”

***

I got on all fours and turned away from Andrew. He put his hands on my hips and started grinding my ass over my boxers. With every press my hole ached in desire. I pushed back into him, loving the sensation of his warm, incredible cock pressing against my ass. I was on the verge of coming myself just from the pressure.

Suddenly, he stopped; he didn’t even bother taking off my underwear. He simply grabbed my ass cheeks, and tore an opening right over my awaiting hole. He reached over to his bag and brought out a tube of lube. This was it; I was getting fucked.

He lathered his cock in lube and began to finger my hole. It was pure bliss. Eventually, he moved on to two fingers and then three. At this point, I would’ve paid him to move on the main course.

“Here we go you little Twink whore, you’re going to take my cock. I’m going to slap my balls against your backside bitch.”

As his tip began stretching the outside of my hole, I lost all control. My throbbing erection blew a load all over the inside of my skintight boxers. All Andrew did was laugh as he continued to force his dick inside me. If this wasn’t heaven, I don’t know what is.

We got into a rhythm; his balls slapping my ass over and over as I arch my back in presentation. He grabbed onto my ass cheeks as he vigorously pounded away.

“Oh yes! Fuck me harder daddy!” I remember screaming with lust.

I could feel the entirety of his cock pounding away. Even though I had already cum, my cock had already returned to 110%. He pulled out, a little wisp of air with it. He got onto his back. It was my turn to ride him into the ground.

***

I straddled Andrew, grabbed his cock, and held it upright. I didn’t take my time. I didn’t ease him in. I simply sat down. At this point my ass was so stretched and ready that he filled me with one effortless motion. He took my hips and we started gyrating. I moaned and twitched in pure ecstasy as the slapping sounds of my ass coming down on his thighs filled the SUV.

With one final movement I pressed myself down as hard as I could. Andrew let loose. The feeling of his warm, massive load filling my deep ass is the reason, to this day, why I keep coming back for more. I was the dirty little Twink I’d always fantasied about becoming.

I still hook up with girls, but every now and again, when the intense and irrepressible desires to be slut being fucked come about, Andrew is the one I call.

To finish off this story, I will say one final thing. Embrace your fantasy, have an open mind, you only live once.

Thanks for reading.