Straight man fucked, to fulfill his GFs fantasy
I still can’t believe I ever agreed to this. About 2 months back, myself (31m) and my girlfriend (27f) Kayla were talking about our biggest sexual fantasies. Mine, pretty standard — the 1 guy 2 girl threesome. The image of two sexy women between my legs servicing me drives me wild, one suckling on my ballsack, the other deep throating my cock…
My girlfriend’s, on the other hand, was a little bit more unusual, I think so anyway. She wanted to watch me be dominated by another man. In every way possible. She described to me in detail how hot she thought it would be to see me on my knees, sucking another man off, playing with his balls, slobbering up and down, making sure his cock is soaking wet, before he lies me on my back and fucks me, cumming in me while we make eye contact. I was taken aback initially. She proposed a deal: we would have our 2 girl threesome, with any woman I chose, if I fulfilled her fantasy with a man of her choosing.
“I’ll think about it.” 4 words that have probably changed my life.
I should describe myself a bit, I suppose — it’s important for the fantasy. I am from Iraq originally, very tan and hairy, 6’1, about 200 lbs, so a pretty big man, a mix of fat and muscle. I used to be a massive gym bro, taking huge amounts of supplements, working out for hours a day. However, I struggled with steroid use. I had to attend rehabs, etc. I haven’t gotten back to myself, and hormonal issues are ongoing. I mention this for one reason. My dick shrunk, like a lot.
It wasn’t that big to start with, my dick was 4.5 hard. Now it’s only 3. Coupled with how big a person I am, and the fact I still have absolutely massive testicles somehow, my dick looks minuscule. Kayla loves it — easier for BJs, she says — but she mentioned it plays into the fantasy also… big masculine man, tiny little dick, serving a man with a massive dick. It made me feel shit, like she thought a bigger dick was somehow better, but she reassured me. She’s had a whole assortment of dick, insisting she prefers my dick more than any other she’s had.
“Big dicks are nice to look at, but most of them are fucking useless. Takes no skill to have a big dick, and they hurt.” Putting my mind at ease over my dick, but not the arrangement…
The thought of going through with it turned my stomach to begin with. But Kayla is a bit of a hippie, a massive feminist, very sexually free and liberated. She challenges me and my beliefs every day, especially sexually. She believed my aversion was internalised homophobia, that sex is sex, and while not everyone is bisexual or anything like that, I shouldn’t feel repulsed by it. It did make sense. While I would probably consider myself atheist now, I grew up in the Middle East with what most westerners would consider strict Muslim parents. Thankfully, in my opinion, and by Muslim standards, they are quite liberal. However, I did move to the UK as a teenager, but obviously beliefs and cultural hangups do linger.
Things started slow while I considered the proposition. Gay porn during a blowjob to see if I could stay hard, which I did. Then afterwards we talked about the men, their bodies, what I noticed, what she liked about it. For her it was the submission, a big masculine man being completely vulnerable and dominated, the way she likes to be herself. Then I mentioned the one thing that intrigued me. The pure ecstasy on the man’s face when getting fucked. We experimented with fingers, but Kayla has these long nails that really hurt. She managed to convince me to do it myself, which I did reluctantly. My fingers are a lot bigger than hers, and I’m a labourer on a building site, so they’re hard and callused.
“Babe, not to be funny, but you do realise a dick will also be big and hard.”
Kayla joked, but she was right. If I was ever going to have my fantasy fulfilled, I would have to start somewhere. I did it during a blowjob. She slobbed on my finger, rimmed my ass a little, and then she guided my finger in. When I found the spot… I could see why you guys do this. My dick started leaking precum like a tap, dribbling all over Kayla’s face and tits before I came. Was it seconds or minutes? I have no idea, but it was heaven.
After this, prostate play became a staple in our sex life, whether it was a finger, one of her toys, the occasional household object — cucumber, hairbrush — anything to get that euphoria in my ass again.
Last week she broached the topic again—
“Cormac in work is bisexual,” she sprung at me out of nowhere. An Irish guy from the bar she works at, he has a reputation apparently. He shags the new hires, men and women. When they come back to work, they aren’t able to walk properly…
“You know I am leaving soon, so it wouldn’t be awkward,” she put forward.
“I haven’t even agreed to it yet,” I protested with a bit of a laugh, not fully convincing even myself.
“We both know how much you’ve been enjoying our… experimentation.”
“He and I are closing tomorrow night. I could put it to him and see what he thinks.”
It sounded like a question, but I had a feeling she was going to push further, and I’ll be honest, I had warmed to the idea.
“Fine.” One word was all I said. She shrieked with excitement, running up to me and hugging me tight.
“I’m already dripping thinking about it,” she whispered into my ear.
I was nervous, but told myself I’d focus on the sensation, which I know I enjoy, and Kayla, who’d be there touching herself throughout.
Cormac agreed. Apparently, he asked to see pictures of me, and he liked what he saw, a lot. When she got home that night, she told me all we had to do was set a time and day, he’d be there. So we did.
We chose an afternoon soon after, and there I am, sat all prepped, wearing just Kayla’s silk robe and my boxer shorts. She tried to convince me to wear some of her panties, a hot pink lace thong. But that was too far for me. Dominate me, whatever, but I can’t be degraded too. I sat there awkwardly waiting for him as Kayla ran around the room lighting candles, setting up a chair. She even sprinkled rose petals on the bed.
“I want it to be perfect, exactly my fantasy.” She told me this as she took out a box of Magnum condoms and lube, setting them on the bedside table. It all was feeling a little too real. Then came the knock at the door. Kayla practically ran to the door.
“Cormac, you’re early.” She wrapped her arms around him and shuttled him into the living room. I was sat in the bedroom, but our apartment is small so I could hear every word.
“So you know the plan, yes?”
“No talking, Mo just wants to get straight into it.” We’d agreed this beforehand, to avoid any awkwardness that could cause me to back out.
“Alright Kay, I’ll just strip off and follow you in when you call.”
“Is kissing on or off the cards?” We’d not discussed this, but she agreed with an enthusiastic, “Absolutely.”
Kayla comes in, makes sure I am ready, and calls in the man who’ll be taking my virginity.
I hear the shuffling of feet and the door swings open. That’s when I see him in all his glory. I won’t lie, Cormac is a beast of a man. Bald, late 30s, with a big ginger beard. He’s wearing only a pair of black Calvin Klein briefs. He’s about my height but much heavier, and very hairy. The bulge in his briefs is… prominent.
I am beginning to regret this, but I look over to Kayla, who has her hand in her panties already. She gives me a nod of encouragement.
“Fuck it,” I say under my breath, then I just go for it.
I grab him by the face and start to kiss him, slowly but passionately. He pulls me in closer until I feel our chests pressed against each other. I also feel his bulge growing against my still flaccid cock. I had a feeling I might struggle to get hard, but I keep going anyway. I’m determined to enjoy this for both myself and Kayla.
He grabs my ass in one hand, fondling my cheeks through the fabric, before directing one of my hands to his bulge with the other. His cock’s only semi-hard, but absolutely massive. His nutsack is impressive too. I stroke his cock as we kiss, sneaking glances at Kayla for reassurance, but this stops soon as I quickly become overwhelmed by the sensation of both his hands reaching under the fabric of my boxers and beginning to explore my ass. Slowly, his big hands anything but gentle on my virgin ass, teasing my hole aggressively with his fingers and spreading my cheeks apart.
He pulls away from our kiss to squirt some lubricant on his finger before returning it to my hole, and his tongue to my mouth. As he slips his finger in, I am in pure ecstasy. Somehow better than it had been before. You can tell this man has experience with turning grown men into putty in his hands.
I moan softly into his mouth before I feel the pop of his index finger leaving me, empty, and he pushes me down to my knees.
“My turn,” he says, winking at me.
He pops his cock out of his briefs and drops it into my face. My god, it’s huge, nestled in a wild bush of ginger pubic hair matching his beard exceptionally well. I open my mouth hesitantly, but Cormac is not a patient man. He grabs my head and pushes his cock in fast and deep. I gag and choke on his member, coating it in thick saliva. I do my best to avoid teeth and to make this as pleasurable as possible, sticking my tongue out as he thrusts deep into my throat. It must be working, because he moans and pulses in my mouth before cumming with no warning. I choke slightly, trying to swallow as best as I can, some spilling out onto my face and into my beard.
Confused and disappointed as he pulls out of my mouth, thinking we must be finished. But he pulls me up into his embrace, shoving his large tongue back down my throat.
“Don’t worry about that, love, there’s plenty more where that came from.”
He’d broken the no-speaking rule, but at this point I was just relieved I would still get to experience more.
He pushes me onto the bed, pushing my legs up and holding them there, exposing my soft pink hole. I am a bit of a jungle, with a full bush and crack full of dark hair. He doesn’t flinch, however, and buries his face deep into me.
His tongue ravages me, causing loud moans to escape my mouth involuntarily. I start to feel the familiar sensation, my cock beginning to leak precum onto Cormac’s head, still flaccid but enjoying myself immensely. He rims me for what feels like a lifetime, and I hear Kayla moaning loudly behind me, the familiar sound of her climaxing.
It encourages me to continue, though I doubt I needed any encouragement at this point.
He readjusts, placing his cock between my cheeks, leaving me to hold my legs back. He looks me in the eyes as I feel his thick member tease my entrance.
“Ready?” he whispers, but pushes in before I have a chance to respond.
He plunges deep into my body, exploring my insides deeper than they’ve ever been explored. At this point I’m a mess, moaning loudly, precum pooling all over myself and Cormac. He kisses me again, deep and passionate, as he thrusts into me. One of his hands runs through my hair, the other on my chest supporting himself.
He moans loudly again into my mouth as I feel him pulse inside of me. The sex somehow gets even better, my ass soaking and full. As I begin to realise, Cormac has cum, how has the man already ejaculated twice and hasn’t started to slow down yet.
We switch positions slowly, me on top, bouncing on his dick. The man can’t give up control though, as he grabs my hips, holding me in place as he thrusts up into me.
Something surprising begins to happen in this position — my cock gets hard on its own, without me even touching it.
Cormac laughs.
“Finally, the man’s enjoying himself.”
“Oh, you think I’m just starting?” I say, his cock still ravaging my insides.
“Oh, I know when you started,” he says, wiping some of my precum off the top of his head and licking it off his finger.
He flips me into doggy style, plunging into me at an angle that unlocks another level of pleasure. I hear him moan again, pulsing deep inside of me. This pushes Kayla over the edge, she erupts into a loud, pornographic moan as she climaxes.
Feeling him pulse against my prostate, the sensation pushes me over too. The most intense hands-free orgasm of my life.
I collapse onto the bed, Cormac still inside me, thrusting as I moan and begin to shake with the most insane pleasure. Better than anything I had ever felt in my entire life.
As I lie there, spent, covered in cum and precum, mine and Cormac’s, he continues to thrust until he finally comes again, collapsing on top of me.
I feel no post-nut clarity. I am totally at peace as he wraps me in his arms, and we fall asleep like that.
I wake up after maybe 30 minutes as he lifts himself off me to head home, and Kayla climbs into bed with me.
We try to have sex again that night.
But it was… mediocre in comparison.