Hole (Chapter 2)

The last time I had sex was a week prior to my first encounter with the convenience store clerk, with a coworker at my part time job. She was cute, petite with dark hair and a shapely bottom. I had wanted to fuck her for almost the entire duration of my employment- and when the opportunity arose one day I didn't hesitate to take it. We had hit it off quite immediately as good friends after I was hired and I decided to ask her out one weekend. Having just split with her ex she seemed to be especially enthusiastic for our rendezvous. We had dinner, we walked around the city and finally ended up back at her apartment.

It was after a few drinks that she straddled my lap on the couch and grasped my jaw with both dainty little hands. I looked right at her and suddenly felt disgusted. My stomach nearly turned over, anxiety I figured. She brought her lips to mine and we fell over making out on the floor. I took a hold of her ass and stuck my tongue into her mouth whilst fiddling with her clit. My cock began to swell, and the nausea began to fade as I shut my eyes. We stripped and stumbled to the bed room where I pushed her up onto the bed and ate her out before turning her over onto her stomach. She perked her tight little ass up into the air for me, wiggling it side to side invitingly.

I jumped on top of her and kissed all along her neck and down her back before pulling away. "I wanna eat your ass." I explained, rubbing my throbbing cock up and down between her ass cheeks. "Ok" She laughed under her breath. I was so eager to rim her that I could hardly notice her lack of enthusiasm. Wriggling my tongue around inside of her and placing the odd kiss on her cheeks she was mostly silent. It took a couple minutes for me to entirely give up and resume where we were before, to her apparent relief. Once was my cock was finally inside of her she went crazy, scraping her nails down my back and begging me to cum inside of her.

I finished a short while after she did, and because her pussy had become so sensitive after cumming I had to jerk myself off over her back. It was one of the most thoroughly disappointing sexual encounters I had ever had. More than anything I most frustrated with my fixation on eating ass and the simple fact that women never seemed crazy about it. I could eat a girl out until she came, but I could never do the same rimming her asshole. It bothered me perhaps more than it should have. We both fell asleep, and I slunk off in the morning before she woke up.

I was assailed by desperate texts the entire next day. "I need your cock." "When can we meet up again?" I quickly realized that I could not return to work- I had absolutely no desire to continue anything romantic with this girl. I quit my job, blocked her number and fell into a sort of depression. I rarely left my room anymore except to grab iced coffee from the corner store and chat with the friendly old Korean man who owned the shop. It became difficult for me to grow aroused, and I was scared of what was happening to me. I began to question everything, what the purpose life was, and how we only live for momentary pleasures- pleasures which I was now seemingly unable to feel.

I didn't masturbate or even feel the urge to for nearly two weeks. It wasn't until that one evening, scrolling through my phone on tumblr that I would feel sexually aroused again. Deep in the midst of an existential episode the picture came to me like a sign from heaven, and spurred me down a path I never could have ever imagined.

"Unfortunately we don't carry that brand of iced coffee anymore, the shelf space is reserved for a new product line. I hope you understand." My heart dropped a little. He was intentionally speaking to me coldly, and I could sense the hurt in his voice. I honestly never expected to see him again after that night, and right at that moment I knew I didn't have the willpower to turn him away again.I watched him walk away from me back to counter, and then I scanned the store for any other customers before chasing after him. I walked up behind him and grabbed him by the waist, he quickly pushed me away. "What am I to you, a fun little plaything? Something you can just toss away when you feel too good to be gay, only to come back again and tease me. I can't again, i'm sorry." He explained, unable to look at me directly.

I felt bad, I had no idea I had hurt him. It was selfish of me to bring somebody else into my identity crisis with no regard for their feelings. I needed to make this up to him. I knew now that I wasn't straight. Every night that passed since our first encounter I thought of him, his body, and how badly I wanted to please him. I grabbed his shoulder as he began to walk away and pulled him back into my arms. I looked him in the eyes and promised. "Tonight, I'm your slave. I will serve you, and do everything I can to please you. I'm sorry for how I acted, but this time it's different. I want this. Badly." He smiled, and pushed me away once more. "Come back just before closing, and I can finally show you that back room."

I returned later that evening. Entering the shop I felt as if my heart was going to flutter away out of my chest. Our eyes met, and the clerk emerged from behind the counter, approaching me. He shut the door, turned off the open sign, and killed the lights. Pulling me by my shirt collar, like a dog, he led me to the back of the store, and down a narrow staircase into the musty, humid basement. The ceiling was low and there was almost no ventilation whatsoever. Although the temperature outside had dropped, the basement retained the full fury of the august heat. I began to sweat after only a moment downstairs. It was dark, with only a small lamp glowing in the corner.

"Are you ready now, slave?" He teased. I Grabbed him by the waist and pulled him in close. "I never even got your name, I'm so ashamed of how I acted, and how I treated such a beautiful man like yourself." He smiled. "My name is Bradley, but you tonight you can call me master." My cock became quickly engorged with blood. I could smell him so strongly standing this close in the thick, hot air of the basement. "Ok, master, my name is Matthew." I giggled. We locked lips, and Bradley kicked the door shut behind us, sealing us beneath the store in the dank, sweaty dungeon.

Kissing passionately our tongues wrapped around each other over and over as I slid my hands down his waist to his sizable backside. I yanked his black, baggy sweatpants down his legs, just enough to reveal his totally nude ass. Grabbing both cheeks tightly I began to part them. They were meaty and powerful, needing quite a bit of grip strength to spread them. As Bradley's ass cheeks split he moaned. I couldn't take anymore, I began to drop to my knees.

"Naughty boy... So eager to please. But you don't deserve my cock, slave." Bradley moaned. I looked up at him, on my knees like a slut. "No, I don't master, but may I service you asshole instead?" Bradley grinned, grabbing a hold of my hair tightly before tuning around and presenting his dark, bouncy booty to my face. My heart had never raced so fast in my life. I wanted nothing more than to bury my face inside of him- but I couldn't ruin a night like this with haste. Slowly I brought my nose against his crack, and took a deep, deep whiff of his scent. It was sweet, and floral. As I traced the tip of my nose up and down his crack, I slowly began to split his cheeks, ever so slightly with my hands to allow my nose access.

Bradley was whimpering now, as I wiped his ass gently with my nose, huffing up his scent desperately. Finally dragging my nose all the way up to the apex of his crack where it met with his beauty mark, I pulled away slightly and began to place soft kisses all over his cheeks. I wanted to worship Bradley, and devote myself to him. I was no longer caring about my own pleasure, although I was deeply aroused, I just wanted to make him cum. After providing every inch of his gorgeous ass with a coating of kisses, I parted his juicy, caramel cheeks and brought my tongue slowly to his hole. He nearly screamed as the warm, wet tip poked his anus. I teased him with it for only a brief moment before letting go, and digging in. His muscular, massive cheeks slammed shut on my face, holding me prisoner inside of him, as my tongue explored his colon.

I grabbed his waist tightly and began moaning myself as I rimmed him ferociously. His legs began to shake, and he stumbled forwards grabbing a hold of the wall for balance. I pulled my tongue out of his rectum and began to wipe up and down his crack with it, like I was his toilet paper. Delivering another flurry of kisses to his cheeks, and licking off every bead of sweat I wriggled my face into his crack once more, preparing to finish him off. I plunged my tongue as deep into his ass as I could, and began to suck at the walls of his anus as my tongue thoroughly probed him. Bradley squeezed my hair tightly, nearly yanking it from my scalp as he held my head in place, bouncing his ass on my face.

"Oh fuck... oh fuck! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna fucking cum!" Bradely screamed. His fingers gouged at my scalp as he yanked on my hair with such power that he nearly could have broken my neck. Slowly, and panting heavily he stepped away from me. My face now red, and covered in as much of Bradley's ass sweat as it was with my own spit, he looked down at me lovingly. "Thank you." He said, kneeling and kissing me on the forehead. "Now it's your turn to cum." Bradley whispered in my ear as he pulled my cock out from my underwear. "So big.." He moaned as he began to stroke.

Rubbing his plump, muscular body on mine, with the taste of his ass still fresh in my mouth was enough to bring me to orgasm in seconds. I was in ecstasy, and already I wanted more- I had become an addict after only one taste, and Bradley knew as much. "When I say that I'm your master, and you are my slave, I'm being serious. You've relinquished your freedom to me today. You live now only for my pleasure, understood." Bradley explained. I smiled brightly, ans kissed his chest. "Yes, master.