Go to him

As I stood there with Tony's cum leaking into my underwear I realised there was only one sensible option. I moved as silently as I could, creeping up the stairs to my bedroom, then sneaking through the door and closing it quietly behind me.

The room was pitch black but I knew my way in the dark. I tossed the sheets on the floor and slipped into bed carefully, my back towards the shadowy shape I knew was Tony. Quickly I felt his warm embrace wrap around me and pull me in close to him, spooning me. His large frame made me feel even more girly, especially because of the shiver it sent up my spine when I felt his semi-hard cock press against me. When he planted a kiss behind my ear again I couldn't help but whimper softly, my whole body warming to his touch, his grasp.

It was in this moment I realised he had taken me. It felt so good to be his plaything, to bend to his will and enjoy the pleasure he gave me with his touch, his cock. I felt it harden against my ass and I knew my night was far from over. I don't even know how many times he took me that night, me biting on my pillow and squeezing out tears silently as he used me in in every way imaginable. The night was such a blur there was simply ecstacy then sleep but throughout it all I knew my life had changed. It both thrilled and terrified me... I was a gay man and I loved cock.

All I really knew was that I wanted more. Much more.