Guilty Fantasies 08 MM: Gay – Paul Version 5: Snuff

Setup-

I’ve wondered for a long time about Paul. As strongly homophobic as he has always been, I have speculated that it’s a result of denial, of fear that he is actually gay. His failure to have a girlfriend strikes me as another possible sign. It is time to find out for certain. Willingly or otherwise, Paul is coming out of the closet today.

It all starts with Paul visiting my place on a Saturday to help me service my pickup truck. We put in the badly needed new starter and power steering pump, and change the oil. As is usual, I provide refreshments. On weekends he usually drinks thin beers like Coors, so I provide Bass as an upgrade. The unfamiliar taste hides the taste of the additions to what I serve. His beers are well spiked with grain alcohol, valium, & viagra.

Since Paul, also as usual, insists on doing most of the work himself on this hot day, by the time we’re done he is a sweaty mess, his clothes soaked through and streaked with oil and dirt. I offer my shower, and tell him that the least I can do is run his clothes through the washer. Under the effects of the drinks he is suggestable, and he agrees. He staggers off to the shower, and at my suggestion hands out his clothes for washing. I tell him he is free to use my robe, which is already hanging in the bathroom.

While Paul showers I make my preparations, and am ready for him when lurches out of the bathroom and staggers down the hallway with the robe hanging open.

Snuff-

Paul weaves into the living room where I’m watching the big television. Paul drops onto the couch at the far end from me and looks closely at the TV, discovering that I’m watching a fuck film. He stares at the action, where a very buff guy is fucking a short haired, small titted chick in the “Anvil” position, with her legs lifted and pushed back towards her shoulders.

Paul and I watch as the camera point of view that is over the guy’s shoulder shows her grabbing and twisting her nipples as she moans in passion. The camera pulls back and pans down as the guy bends forward over the chick, and then zooms in to show us the guy is actually ass-fucking her.

Paul and watch quietly for several minutes as the porn stars massive cock rams into the chicks tiny anus again and again. Paul doesn’t notice that I’m watching him more than the flick. The robe is open, hanging off his shoulders so that he is practically as nude as I am. I admire his smooth skin and well muscled body, and watch as his thick cock hardens up and he begins unconsciously stroking it. I’m playing with my own cock, generously greasing it with Astro-Glide.

On screen the camera pulls back from the close-up ass-fucking and pans slowly around the scene until it is looking at the action from behind the chicks head. We see the guy as he groans and pulls back, jacking his cock to spurt a huge load across the groin, belly, and cock of his partner. Yes, the chick was actually a small, effeminate guy. Paul is shocked that he has been jacking off to a gay movie. He yells something about “FAGS!” as he lurches up and turns away from the scene.

I go to Paul, reaching out to slide my hands up across his chest, telling him to relax, that watching fucking is a turn-on no matter who is doing it. “Face it Paul, you watched a guy taking a cock up his ass while you were jacking off!”

Paul protested that he had not known it was a guy’s ass. While replying to Paul I gently took his still erect cock in my slick right hand and slowly stroked it. “You knew Paul, in your heart you knew that you were watching a man’s hairy asshole being fucked!” Paul denies it, so I ask him “Do you think I’m a woman?

“No Gary, of course not!”

“Then why,” I asked him, “are you letting me stroke your cock?”

Paul looked down in surprise at the sight of my hand sliding down his hard shaft. I tightened my grip and gave him several hard, fast strokes. Paul gasped and shivered, then turned away from me.

Paul is flustered and confused, and his turn away to flee goes badly when in one step he stumbles into the dining table. I grab the taser and move up behind Paul, pulling the robe back off his arms, pressing against him to bend him forward against the table. Paul resists bending over, by bracing his arms against the table top. He protests loudly, telling me “Get away from me, I’m not a goddamm faggot!” I ignore his protest and shoot him with the taser.

Paul convulses when I shoot him with the taser, dropping him to twitch on the floor. I pull his robe off, roll him face up, tie his wrists together over his head, to a couch leg. I disconnect the taser cartridge, yank the darts out of his chest, and kneel between his legs. I go down on Paul, and he struggles and curses me, but gets hard. “This hard cock says you are gay, Paul!”

I went down on Paul for a couple of minutes, using all the standard moves. I sucked him deep, licked the shaft, even licked and sucked on his balls. When I felt him start to tense up, building towards cumming I put my mouth over the end of his cock, taking his glans between my lips and licking the end. Half his cock slipped between my lips, filling my mouth. I twisted my head a little to line up, relaxing my throat, then thrust my face into his groin until my nose hit his pubic bone.

Paul’s cock head lodged deep in my throat as I squirmed my tongue against the underside of the shaft. Paul was trembling, blown away by the sensation. I stayed in place for a long 15 seconds, even thoughI was gagging, before lifting up. I paused, with only the tip of his cock still in my mouth.

Paul was breathing harder, his belly muscles visibly tensing and a lot of slick, hot pre-cum leaking into my mouth. I took my mouth off his cock, jacking him hard with my right hand as I picked up the Taser with my left hand. I gently pressed the metal direct contact electrodes against his tight scrotum. I mouthed his cock one last time, shoving my face down to take the full length of his cock into my face. Experienced now, I managed not to gag as his goo-oozing glans hit the back of my throat, swallowing the invader until my nose hit his pubic bone. I gagged when his cock throbbed, swelling in my throat. I quickly lifted up, getting my mouth clear.

Paul gasped as the first spurt of cum throbbed up his cock and past my retreating face. The sperm jetted almost a foot above his glans before splattering on his lower belly, and I pulled the trigger on the Tazer.

I heard a crackle as the high-voltage charge electrified Paul’s balls. Paul screamed shrilly, arcing up with only his heels and the back of his head still touching the floor. His cock almost jerked out of my hand as every muscle in his groin spasmed, a massive spurt of cum jetting from his cock at so high a pressure it hit the ceiling.

I shoved my head down to take Paul’s spurting tip into my mouth again. His shaft drove up into my face and I had to quickly swallow first the next load of jism and then the cock-head. I used the Taser to milk Paul’s balls dry, frantically swallowing to get it all.

I went at least a minute without breathing, my mouth and upper throat full of the huge, throbbing cock. I held down the trigger as the chips followed their program of shock for 2 seconds and pause for 3 seconds. Each time the Taser buzzed I could feel Paul’s balls throb against my chin, followed by his glans swelling in my throat as it pumped more sperm into my belly.

Paull was pumping out more cum than I could swallow, the excess backing down his cock to both clog my sinuses and drool from my mouth. By the time Paul ran out of cum I was dizzy from arousal and anoxia. It was a struggle to lift my head, clearing the softening but still large cock from my throat. I knelt over Paul’s groin for a minute, coughing up cum and gasping for air. When I had caught my breath I lay down on Paul, my legs outside his.

Paul had passed out when I Tasered his balls and did not complain as my soft bulk settled on him. My cock-head slid through the slippery cum and drool on Paul’s groin and ended alongside his softening but still swollen cock. I held Paul’s head with both hands and kissed him, the cum around my mouth smearing across our faces.

I frenched Paul, exploring his slack mouth with my tongue, licking his neck to taste his sweat, and nibbling at his earlobes. I humped Paul at the same time, rubbing my aroused cock across the ridges of his firm, muscular lower belly. I slid down Paul a little to rub my face against his chest and suck on his nipples. My cock settled in the groove formed by his held together thighs, and my first forward move shoved my glans against Paul’s abused balls.

The cock-bump against his nuts made Paul twitch and whimper, showing me that he was close to waking up. I slid off Paul and got up, fetching a couch cushion and putting it by Paul’s groin. I took advantage of his weak attempt at curling into a fetal position to roll him face down, his groin on the pillow so that his ass was elevated.

I was very aroused, my cock so erect that it pointed up at 45°. I knelt between Paul’s spread legs and leaned forward onto him, my erection settling into his ass-crack. I lay on the smooth, warm skin of his back, feeling his strong muscles shift as he weakly strained to get out from under me.

Paul’s crack was warm against the shaft of my cock, slightly lubed by his own cum. Paul unintentionally teased me by clenching his ass against the anticipated violation, making his buttocks grasp at my cock. I moved my hands to the top of his hips, holding him in place as I humped his groove for a minute.

I was now very aroused, so worked up that I could feel the pre-cum leaking from my piss-slit. It was time. I gripped Paul’s ass with both hands as I slowly moved my groin back. My cock-head slid down to nest against his asshole.

I pushed with moderate force, keeping the blunt tip of my cock wedged in place as I slowly pushed harder and harder. When I could feel the sides of my glans moving into the expanding ring I suddenly pushed as hard as I could.

I groaned aloud in pleasure as the whole head of my cock popped through Paul’s anus. Paul yelped and then sobbed, presumably mourning the loss of his virginity. The flared rim of my corona was seated against the inner side of Paul’s sphincter, resisting as his colon tightened around my glans, vainly trying to push out the invading cock.

I pushed steadily forward and down, my erection slowly sinking into Paul´s ass. It took a minute to shove the full length of my cock into the hot, tight passage.

I paused for a moment, enjoying the sensation of Paul´s anus tight around the base of my penis like a cock ring. The constriction made my cock swell even larger, making Paul whimper as his tight passage was stretched.

I moved my hands to Paul’s shoulders and started fucking his ass slowly, my cock smoothly pistoning almost out of and back into his quivering colon. Paul writhed under me, exciting me with the way his warm, sweat-slicked skin moved against mine. I managed to hold the slow pace of the sodomy for quite a while, zoning on the steady thrill of the slippery friction and tight pulsating grip of Paul’s colon.

Paul was slowly recovering from the Tazing, his muscles tensing excitingly under me as he struggled in vain to get away from my rape of his ass. At first Paul begged me to stop, then his pleas turned to angry threats as I grew more excited, speeding up the pace. I pounded my groin against his ass over and over again. My cock felt incredibly engorged, Paul’s very tight colon yielding to each thrust, the stretched muscular ridges of his lining adding to the stimulation. I was so sensitized that I could feel my dangling scrotum slapping against his each time I slammed against him.

I could feel my orgasm nearing, the pressure in my groin building. I moved my left hand down and out to grope for the knife. I found it, fumbled my way to grip it correctly and brought it up and around to hold the sharp edge against the front of his neck.

Gasping and quivering, on the brink of cumming, I pulled hard on the knife, sawing to cut deep into his throat. Paul convulsed under me, jerking and twitching as the steel carved through his neck. Paul´s colon spasmed rhythmically, milking my cock, and pushing me over the edge. I felt a heavy bolus of sperm surge through my throbbing cock and jet deep into Paul´s bowels. I rode Paul’s thrashing body, sliding skin on sweat-slicked skin, feeling his hot blood spurting across my hand.

My cock was spurting in time to the spasming clenches of his colon. My thick cream filled his ass, goo leaking around the base of my cock. Even the sound of his gurling as he drowned in the blood filling his windpipe excited me.

By the time my orgasm ended I was gasping for breath, the knife grinding against the front of his spined. Paul had stopped thrashing, and was just doing a little twitch each time a rapidly weakening pulse of blood leaked across my hand.

Paul was limp, and as I laid there I realized he was not breathing. The racing heartbeat I felt against my chest stuttered and stopped. I was amazed by how powerful the orgasm that his death spasms pulled out of me had been. I raised myself off Paul’s back, getting off his corpse. My softening cock stretched and pulled out of his anus with a liquid plop, letting me watch my goo leak from the gaping sphincter.