Teasin’ Pleasin' Pt. 04: On Leave

After the embarrassment of the New Year's Party, I fled to a pre-army induction camp for a year, aka Army Cadets. I tried to clear my head but only finished with more questions about my role in life.

At the time when I left, I tried in vain to forget what had just happened. The drama of my actions at that infamous party was one thing I couldn't hide or live with, but then these photos started circulating of me caught in that act of having gay sex. I thought I was left with no option but to flee and not face the consequences. Like the coward I was.

So, after twelve months at the camp, I thought I had resolved my sub-conscience anxiety and guilt. For the most part of my stay, the only time I had to myself was to sneak off, when my barrack was asleep and jack off at the camp restrooms. This was my routine, until my last night there. When I left with a new recruit's cock in my mouth.

I was given an option, to notify them within six months adrift about my intentions and return to camp, or I will be barred.

So, since returning, I felt anxiety and confusion, so I locked myself in my loft for the first week. The only person I communicated with was my mother, and that was at mealtimes.

Then one day my mother wanted some things from the supermarket. I reluctantly agreed and caught the bus to the local shopping mall.

While walking to the bus stop and traveling on it, I hoped and prayed, that no one from my recent past would notice that I was back. The person I was when I left was a dazed and confused nineteen-year-old wimpish nerd, a year later I returned as a confident twenty-one-year-old with a toned body. I still was that confused little man, but I was now capable of owning my mistakes.

While at the mall, I accidentally bumped into an old school friend (Zayne). I hadn't seen Zayne since the 10th grade, and we exchanged numbers and promised each other to catch up soon. I then waited for the bus from the mall to home.

While walking home from the bus stop near the park that was two blocks from my place, I realized, my old life had moved on, or I thought so. I spotted a ghost of my past.

As I passed the park, I spotted Tiffany with her back against a large tree with a feral-looking girl with long purple and red dreadlocked hair. She didn't see me, as she was too busy with her new friend. She had Tiffany off the ground and against the tree, tiffany had her legs wrapped around her friend's back and her eyes were rolling back inside her skull. Her new friend had one hand inside Tiffany's opened leather pants and was jamming her fingers wildly into her cunt, Tiffany was moaning and oblivious to the world. Her girlfriend was running her tongue across her neck and biting. She reminded me of a cross between Venom from Spiderman comics and a vampire.

As I watched I wondered did they know or cared, that they were putting on a show to the public within the park. Kids were watching and looking confused. Mothers were pulling their children away. Tiffany was lost in her little world, moaning, acting like a banshee, and screaming.

I moved on before I pulled my pecker out and started to jack off. Also, before they spotted me. I still had feelings for sex with women, but the painful memories still linger in the back of my mind, from that party.

After I returned with my mother's shopping, I went back to my loft and tore open my jeans, and I quickly rubbed my cock thinking about Tiffany, her new friend, and flashbacks from a year ago.

A month had passed since I bumped into Zayne before I decided to visit him. He and I used to be good friends, that was before I hooked up with Tiffany, three years ago. I knew now I had to try to forget about the past few years and move on.

What I remembered of that day was it was a hot spring day, I wore a tank top, board shorts, and runners.

We went downstairs to his basement, which was his bedroom. We talked a bit of shit before watching some sports on his TV. He cranked up some music and put on the Xbox. One thing I noticed straight away was his taste in music had changed. Zayne was into grunge and rock music but now he listened to new-age pop garbage. After a few beers, I turned the volume down and tried to drown it out.

We were playing "Call of Duty" when his mom poked her head in, only to say she was leaving for work. That's when Zayne got up and walked her out, before then returning and locking the door, on his way back down to me.

After a few hours of playing video games, drinking beer, and chilling out, led me to need to pee.

When I returned, he was smoking a joint and there was porn on the TV. He passed me the joint as I sat back down. I smoked the joint and relaxed.

After closer observation, I noticed it was bisexual porn, everyone was sucking cocks or eating pussy. He passes me the joint again and I smoked it, but became more curious, as to why we are watching porn and the fact it was bisexual porn.

After several minutes of passing the joint around, and watching two dudes sucking each other off, while the chick finger fucked one of their assholes, I felt uncomfortably horny. I grew a hard-on and tried in vain to hide it from Zayne, but my cock was tenting my boardies. What shocked me was that Zayne was rubbing his crotch and looking at mine.

"I see you like the movie," he said smugly. It brought back memories of when we were back in the 9th grade when we used to do all sorts of stupid stuff together. We would venture into the woods and away from the public eyes. We'd get naked and go for a swim and jack off in the river. Nothing but silly juvenile stuff, we went everywhere together. Until I hooked up with Tiffany and then we drifted apart for a few years.

Then we have today, where I had over a year of discipline, and pent-up frustration, of doing what I was told, my life as he knew it was different now. We were both now twenty-one or almost twenty-one and not in no longer in the 9th grade, but I was still having flashbacks of my shame from that party.

I didn't know how to act when I noticed he was looking at my bulge. Did he or had he heard about what went on a year and a half ago? So, I tried the ignorant approach.

"Look, I'm not into this shit, I think I better go," was my response. Then he ripped his top off and dropped his shorts, and out popped his hard-on. I sat there mesmerized by his wobbling cock, then I looked up and saw that he was staring at me. We then glared at each other before we burst out in laughter.

He then strolled off to grab a beer and another video, as he did, I sat there watching two guys and a girl sucking cock.

I thought we were only going to have a wank off to porn. So, I took my T-shirt off and released my cock from my boardies and massaged my balls.

There I was relaxing watching two guys fucking with a girl kissing the guy getting fucked in the ass, I sat fondling my balls. I didn't notice that Zayne had returned and watched me. Then, when I saw him standing there, he handed me a beer while he was smoking a joint. He then sat down next to me and passed me the joint.

I took the joint and smoked it, before letting out the smoke from my lungs. The two men were now kissing each other on the video, while the girl took turns sucking their cocks. The weed was some strong stuff, and my eyes were slightly rolling to the back of my head. Then I had a massive headrush. By the time, the joint was passed back to me, I was buzzing. I was feeling quite horny and hadn't twigged that Zayne had switched videos to a full-on gay porn one.

I was now a little drowsy and I keep hearing the words, relax.

Then out of nowhere, he grabbed my cock, but I was powerless to stop him after my third smoke. I was too out of it to intervene. All I could do was, move my head forward slightly and then collapse back into the backrest of the couch. It was like an instant drowsy whiplash feeling. For the next few minutes, he jerked my cock, then he spat on it for added lube.

It was at this point I should have used better judgment, but I felt so high and horny that I soaked it up.

"Fuck it, fuck it, all right, I give in, you win," I mumbled as I floated in a sea of ecstasy. He sucked my cock for a good 5-minutes before something start to enter my ass. He had wriggled something underneath me and tried entering my ass with it. I move to a side so he could have better access. Then I felt him force the object inside and began to fuck my ass with it.

While he fucked my ass with this object (a plastic comb), he caressed my balls and stroked my cock. Eventually, he removed the object and jammed 2-3 fingers inside me, bringing tiny moans out of me. This went on until I blew my load over my chest.

"I'm going to fuck you, so relax," he whispered. I felt like saying "no" but didn't. He rolled me over onto my stomach and bent me over the couch. I complied. My cock was like a running nose in spring. That's when I felt the head of his cock trying to push into my ass. He was about 6-inches long but as thick as mine, it was then I smelt something from a small bottle shoved under my nose.

"Breath, just breath," he kept saying, as he pushed his cock deeper into my ass. I was fighting with myself, as I wanted to break free and let him fuck me thump but part of me wanted to thump him because I found the special attention too hard to fight my real feelings.

A year of discipline gave in to one afternoon of recklessness. Within five minutes, he had broken me and was soon jamming his cock in and out of my ass.

As I was on my chest with my legs spread apart, I felt aroused. I was soon moaning as it's been over a year since I last had a cock inside my ass and turning feminine. It then hit me, that I liked feeling like some dam chick getting bred. Just imagining that I was, made me even hornier. Each time his cock went deep, my cock would twitch, and I'd moan.

"Dam it feels good, dam it feels so good," I started moaning while he fucked me. Zayne in the meantime grunted and groaned, as he pounded into me.

"Oh God, oh god," I said moaning. Zayne fucked me harder and harder, making me moan even more. Zayne fucked me and made me feel lifeless, as his arms clung to my hips and thumped his cock deep inside me.

"You're loving it, aren't you?" Zayne asked as he could hear me moan more. Although a part of me felt ashamed and betrayed, another part of me loved it.

"Oh god, of course, I love it," I said moaning. Suddenly the dam bursts and my back felt a small spark hit me from my balls to my neck. I cum like a river and felt like I was floating, as my orgasm hit me, and my legs turned numb.

He kept fucking me hard, without stopping. My cock let go again a few minutes later and out came another jolt of cum. I felt embarrassed and strange, Zayne knew exactly how to break me, where had he learned to do that?

Zayne kept pounding in and out of me, as I collapsed on the couch. I just lay there mumbling, moaning, and taking more of a pounding from him. Eventually, I felt another sensation deep inside my ass, Zayne was now cumming too. He kept pounding until he had spat out cum deep inside me. He then slowed his pace, as squirt after squirt twitched inside my ass. My body had yielded to him long before he pumped his seed into me.

Zayne lay on top of me with his cock still wedged inside my ass. Until he leaned forward and ruffled my hair, before kissing and tonguing my neck like a deviate. He kept grinding into my ass ever so slowly.

"You ok, Tricksy, you've gone very quiet," He asked, near my ear. I simply nodded.

"Wow, your ass was born to be fucked Tricksy, it's still draining my cock," Zayne said. He was right, no matter how hard I try to deny it, he thoroughly broke me. I felt ashamed, ecstasy, and disgusted, that I let myself submit so easily.

More was to come. I lay pondering my thoughts, I had yielded my ass to him, with little protesting. His cum was inside my stomach and if I know Zayne, this will not be a one-time occasion. Soon his cock grew limp inside my asshole, and his cum started to seep out. When he did pull out his cock, cum ran out from it and down my balls.

We then relaxed a while watching gay porn on the TV, as we smoked some more weed and drank beer. Then Zayne pulled me down to his groin and made me taste his cock, until it started growing hard again.

All night we smoked weed and he fucked me another two times and I had to clean his cock with my tongue, before sucking him off another three times. Gay porn was not taboo for me anymore.

Zayne was happy I had visited. I went home showered and told my mother nothing. Part of me loved it, but part of me felt embarrassed.

I came here a soldier boy and not knowing what to expect and left with my ass bred.

Continued...