The next day, when reality finally set in, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Up until then, the closest thing I’d ever had to a gay experience was during a soccer game back home, when I got taken down by a dirty tackle and landed with my hand right on my opponent's groin. But that hadn't triggered a single thing in me (aside from the throbbing pain in my calf from the tackle). I had never been attracted to men—not before, and not after. I was a bit confused, to say the least.
My next sexual adventure (that didn't involve my own hand—those were a daily occurrence) happened the following week. It all started on a rainy Friday night. Most of the girls were out, except for Gabi (who was studying in the living room), Cláudia (who was fast asleep), and Valquíria. I was lying on the couch, watching YouTube videos on my laptop, when Valquíria came over to talk to me.
She was the tallest of the group, standing well over 6'0", and had a powerful build. Not overweight by any means, just big—broad shoulders, light tan skin, and light brown hair with blonde highlights. Her face was strikingly feminine, with large brown eyes and perfectly plump lips. Despite her size and her profession as a professional dominatrix, she was an absolute sweetheart with a quick, beautiful laugh.
"Rafa?" she asked, wrapped in a plush robe with her hair up in a ponytail.
"Yeah?" I replied, looking up from my screen.
"Can you help me with something?"
"Sure, Val. What is it?"
"I want to test out some new gear..." she started, but the sudden change in my facial expression must have been drastic, because she quickly clarified, "Relax, relax! Just some ropes, gags... bondage gear."
"Bondage?"
"Yeah. Basically tying you up, immobilizing you."
I agreed and followed her into the middle bedroom—the one shared by Márcia, Gabi, and Amanda. Márcia and Amanda were out, and Gabi was still studying out in the living room, where she'd likely stay for at least another hour.
"Why in here and not your room?" I asked.
"Cláudia’s in there sleeping. And if you think that bitch is moody normally, you’ve never seen her when someone wakes her up..."
I could only imagine—it probably wasn't pretty.
"What do you need me to do?"
"Open wide."
I did as told, and before I could ask anything else, she popped a ball gag into my mouth and buckled the leather strap behind my head.
"If it's too uncomfortable, let me know."
I let out an unintelligible sound meant to mean "It's fine," and she seemed to get the message.
"Now, take off your clothes."
I let out a muffled grunt of surprise.
"You can keep your boxers on."
I took off my shirt and shorts. She let out a soft wolf-whistle and grinned.
"Now kneel on the bed," she commanded.
I climbed onto the mattress and got on my knees. She gave me a gentle push, sending me onto all fours.
"Put your hands under your body and hold your thighs," she instructed. I did as told, and she promptly bound my arms tight against my legs.
"Too tight?"
I shook my head no.
"Look at you, cutie. Mind if I take a few pictures?"
I shook my head no as best as the ball gag would allow.
"Come on, it's for my website... please?" she pleaded playfully. I ended up giving in with a nod.
"BRB, gotta grab my phone from my room. Don't go anywhere," she teased with a chuckle.
She walked out, leaving me there—bound, defenseless, with my ass completely up in the air.
Seconds turned into minutes, and there was still no sign of her. She was probably treading lightly so as not to wake up Cláudia, I figured. Then I heard the bedroom door creak open. I turned my head as best I could and saw standing at the doorway not Val, but Márcia.
"Well, well, well... What do we have here?" she purred, breaking into the absolute sleaziest grin in the long, glorious history of sleazy grins.
She tossed her jacket onto a chair and sauntered over to me.
"Is this a present for me? It's not even my birthday," she laughed softly.
She yanked my boxers down, leaving my backside totally bare.
"Mmm... nice and smooth," she noted. I had shaved my ass right before my encounter with Cláudia and had kept up with it ever since.
Márcia spent a few moments stroking and squeezing my cheeks. I started to relax a bit, figuring that would be the extent of it. But then I felt something trying to force its way into my back door, and I immediately tried to protest—though all I managed to do was drool all over myself because of the ball gag.
"Relax, relax... It’s just a finger," she chuckled softly. "Unless you want something else?"
I tried to squirm, but it was useless. Márcia stepped over to the closet and pulled out a vibrant purple, nine-inch dildo. And it was thick. She brushed the tip teasingly against my entrance, faking a drive inside every now and then just to mess with my head. Then she turned on the vibration and pressed it gently against my balls.
"You like that?" she teased. I couldn't answer—obviously—so all that escaped was a low, muffled groan. Truth be told, it felt incredible. At the same time, she started licking her way up my rear.
I held out for as long as I could—which was barely five minutes—before I ended up blowing my load right then and there.
"Oh! You naughty boy," she said, switching off the vibrator. "It's hardly fair for you to come and leave me hanging."
She lay down beside me and pulled her dick out of her lace panties. It was impressive—a good inch longer than Cláudia’s, though a bit less thick, easily clocking in around eight inches. She began to stroke herself.
"Where should I finish? I think I’ll paint that cute little ass of yours..." she grinned. I let out a muffled grunt of protest.
"Relax... On top of it, not inside. I'm only taking you if... or rather, when you ask for it," she added with a wink.
Márcia stood up behind me and picked up her pace. It didn't take long before she let out a heavy moan, and I felt her hot seed splashing across my ass and lower back.
A mere couple of seconds later, Valquíria swung the door open. The moment she took in the scene, she froze dead in her tracks.
"Holy shit, what the fuck is going on in here?"
She marched right up to Márcia.
"Márcia, what did you do?"
"Nothing big! We were just playing around."
"Tell me you didn't fuck him..."
"No, just playing! I told you."
Valquíria stepped closer and inspected my rear. Seeing everything intact, she realized Márcia was telling the truth—if she had actually fucked me raw, my back door would probably be stretched wide enough to see clear out my mouth.
"Since you're here, mind taking the photos for me?" Val asked Márcia, grabbing a towel to wipe her mess off my back.
"Sure thing."
Valquíria unfastened her plush robe and let it drop to the floor, revealing the outfit underneath: knee-high leather boots, skin-tight pants, a matching top, and leather gloves. Instantly, my dick sprang to attention. Val began striking sultry poses right beside me while Márcia snapped the pictures. Suddenly, I felt something warm and wet pressing against my back, and I contorted myself to see what it was. In the closet mirror, I caught sight of Val’s dick resting against me—a long, thick, gorgeous brown rod.
"Alright, all done," Val declared.
"Not quite," Márcia smirked. She dropped down beside me and snapped a quick selfie with my bare ass in the frame. "This one's going straight to Facebook."
Valquíria lunged to snatch the phone, but Márcia darted out of the room, laughing like a maniac.
"Ah, she’s just messing with you," Val sighed. She sat on the edge of the bed and began undoing my restraints. Once I was free, she helped me sit up. "How are you feeling? Any numbness in your arms or legs?"
"Nope, none at all," I replied—and honestly, there wasn't any. No red marks either; she really knew her stuff.
"Sorry I took so long. I was trying not to wake Cláudia."
"It's alright."
"What did that crazy girl do to you?"
"Uh... nothing major."
I pulled my shorts back on and turned to grab my shirt. Val placed a firm, gentle hand on my shoulder, spinning me back around.
"You were such a good boy for me..."
Val stepped in close, tantalizingly near. She looked unreal in that gear, and she had definitely noticed my rock-hard erection.
"Ah, it was no problem. Glad to help."
She was barely inches away now, her high-heeled boots making her loom over my 6'0" frame by a solid two inches. Her semi-erect dick brushed against my thigh.
"Tell me... how can I reward you?" she whispered, her gloved hands sliding slowly up my chest.
I didn't know what to say, let alone what to do. But I was saved by the proverbial bell when Amanda walked through the front door right at that moment. It was her usual time to get home, and she’d generally take a quick shower before heading straight to her room for a nap. Valquíria whispered in my ear that she owed me one, kissed my cheek, thanked me again for my help, and walked out.
I finished getting dressed and stepped out of the room, passing Amanda in the hallway while doing my absolute best to hide my raging erection. My initial plan was to sprint to the bathroom to, well... you know. But someone was already in there. The apartment's second bathroom was inside Joyce’s room and was strictly off-limits to the rest of us unless it was a dire emergency. Resigned to my fate, I headed to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of water. Márcia was sitting right there.
"Enjoy our little game?" she purred.
"Kind of... I mean, yeah," I admitted. As annoyed as I was in the moment, I had to be honest with myself—it had felt incredible.
Just then, a furious scream echoed from down the hall:
"WHO THE FUCK CAME ALL OVER MY BED??"
Márcia looked at me, flashed a mischievous grin, and slipped out of the room.
Later that evening—after swapping out Amanda’s bedsheets and offering a dozen profuse apologies—I was lounging on the couch watching TV. Night had fallen. Gabi walked in, back from her university classes. As was our usual routine, we almost always caught up late at night after her lectures. The apartment was dead quiet; anyone who wasn't out was already fast asleep. It was just the two of us.
She mentioned that some guy at school had hit on her earlier. I asked her why she hadn't given him a chance.
"Ugh, he was cute enough, but just so boring... Not really my type. Not like you."
"Hm, like me?"
"Yeah. You're handsome, sweet, and actually know how to listen. If a guy like you hit on me, I’d actually be flattered."
A direct hit straight to the chin.
"Though I guess you'd never do that. You’re not really into trans girls, right?" she continued softly.
"Well... I mean... I have nothing against it... It's just, you know..."
"I get it..." she murmured, looking down.
"Look, you're gorgeous. Honestly, I’m the one who’s flattered that you even think that of me."
She smiled and took my hand in hers.
"So... how would you feel if I did this?" she whispered, leaning in and kissing me.
"I’d feel... that felt really good," I breathed. And it really did. I noticed her biting back a sly smile as her eyes drifted downward. My erection was back with a vengeance; I still hadn't gotten any release all day.
Gabi climbed into my lap, facing me, and we melted into a deep kiss. As my heat mounted, she slid down, knelt on the floor in front of the couch, and yanked my shorts down. My dick sprang out like a jack-in-the-box. She gave me a playful glance before taking me deep into her mouth.
My lust shot through the roof. She pulled her own dick out of her panties and began stroking it. It was noticeably smaller than the three I had seen so far—Cláudia's, Márcia's, and Valquíria's—clocking in around six inches with an average thickness. After giving me a long, thorough blowjob, she climbed onto the couch and laid on her back, her hard rod pointing straight up at the ceiling.
I leaned in close. It only felt fair to return the favor, right? But I had never sucked anyone off before. What if I was terrible at it?
Gabi picked up on my hesitation and gently pulled me down beside her. We kissed a bit more, and then she flipped around, getting on all fours on the rug.
"Come on, Rafa... fuck me."
A request like that is impossible to turn down. I rolled on a condom, slapped on a generous dose of lube, and lined myself up at the threshold. Gabi let out a soft moan as my head slipped inside her. I didn't even need to push the rest of the way—she leaned back into me, taking every inch. In seconds, I was driving into her with a steady, powerful rhythm. She bit down on a couch cushion to keep from waking the rest of the apartment.
We shifted positions, turning around until I was on top in missionary.
"I'm gonna come... don't stop, don't stop..." she whimpered.
She started stroking herself, and it didn't take long before she overflowed, coming hard right beneath me. Seeing her blow her load shot my own arousal through the roof—I picked up the speed, driving into her fast and hard until I exploded inside her too.
We lay there on the couch for a long time afterward, holding each other, dripping with sweat, and kissing in total post-climax bliss. Afterward, we snuck into the bathroom to take a shower together before heading off to bed—but not without one last long, wet goodnight kiss.
