On a recent holiday with the family to Palm Springs, my life changed. I’m married, two kids, in my fifties, and living in the UK. My name is Mark.

We had booked two rooms at the hotel, one for my wife and I, and the other for our two teen girls. After a day that included a trip on the Pam Springs tram and an afternoon visit to the local Zoo, we were all tired. After dinner, we headed back to the hotel with the unspoken agreement that it would be an early bedtime.

While I had watched some gay porn and gotten off on the idea of the taboo nature of a married man having gay sex, I had never partaken or even considered having even a gay fling. My wife would disown me and the embarrassment it would bring to my daughters and family would be unimaginable. So what happened over the next couple of days was shocking. Throughout the day, I was acutely aware of some of the Palm Springs vibe. Immaculately groomed men in very well-put-together “outfits.” I am certainly stereotyping to say that I assumed that they were all gay, but I may have also been completely correct. Doesn’t really have a bearing on my story, but those were my thoughts. Anyway, back to the story…

Even though we were exhausted, I had trouble going to sleep, so I headed down to the lobby to read, so as not to keep my wife up. After about twenty minutes of reading “The Westing Game”, a very well-groomed man asked me if I had figured out how to acquire a vast fortune (he was referring to the novel I was reading). I told him I had ideas, but all seemed too risky. He sat down, and we continued to talk about the book. I didn’t typically have anyone to discuss what I read, so I was eager for the opportunity.

We eventually ended up at the hotel bar and over the next hour and a half consumed some drinks and discussed the plot as well as various sundry items barely related to the story. It was only 10 PM and the bar was closing (in Palm Springs most of the town folds up and goes to bed before 9 PM let alone on a weeknight) which wasn’t a giant surprise. Ronald, my new friend, invited me up to his room, so we could continue our conversation. Even though I had a slight buzz, the conversation was stimulating, and I was nowhere near tired enough to sleep. I figured one more hour, and I’d be tired enough to go back to join my wife in sleep.

Once we get back to Ronald’s room, I met Don, his partner. They were in town from Las Vegas looking for a place to buy in Palm Springs. They were both in their sixties and looked to be in good shape; certainly, they were in better shape than me and my roly-poly dad bod.

“I know you said you couldn’t sleep and that is why you were down in the lobby. Do you want an edible? We can’t smoke in the hotel,” said Ronald.

“Thanks, this will help.” I reached out for the lemon drop edible and took one.

Our conversation picked up from where we left off and Don disappeared and shortly thereafter I heard the shower. I figured this was my signal to leave and try to get some sleep back in my room. I was laying half prone on the side of the bed and started to rise when Ronald’s hand went to my chest and gently but firmly stopped me from rising.

“You have to say good night to Don before you leave. He’ll be out in just a moment.”

And he came out of the bathroom clean and dry, but also completely naked. I glanced down, and my eyes were fixed on his full and not even half-erect monster that hung down below his legs.

Not expecting what I was seeing, I was even more stunned when he came over to hug me, and thank me for keeping Ronald company. As he hugged me, I was well aware that his manhood pressed against my pelvis. He was leaning in and kissing me on my cheek. I was motionless, put out by this sudden display of affection shown by this naked man.

“Are you ok? You want more,” queried Don.

“No. I’m ok,” I replied. The edible was kicking in, and I wasn’t one hundred percent sure what was happening.

“You’ll have to excuse Don, he would rather be naked than wear any kind of confining clothes,” said Ronald.

“I can see that,” I said, glancing down again at his manhood that was now a little more erect.

Don smiled at me and then at Ronald.

“I see that you did. Don also likes showing off his attributes.”

“Maybe I should get going. I’m pretty stoned and…”

“Nonsense!” And with a little pressure, Ronald’s hand pushed me back on the bed. He immediately joined me on the bed with an arm around me. Don then came over and, standing next to me, put me on eye level with his cock. While lengthy, its girth was that of a beer can with a circumcised head. I looked at it with trepidation and fascination.

“Go ahead, Mark, kiss it. Every man has fantasized about touching and kissing another man’s cock,” encouraged Don. Ronald added, “Yes, just touch it with your lips. No one will know.”

I ever so slightly opened my mouth and gave the tip of Don’s cock a light kiss over the slit. After the kiss, his cock was fully erect, and he held my head in both hands. “Just a little more, give it a little tongue. Taste my cock.”

Don guided me with his words and my hands as I inserted just the tip of my tongue into his cock head. I tasted just a slight saltiness and now my mouth was watering for more. I was no longer thinking about my wife, I was only focused on Don’s penis.

In hindsight, I had been lured up to a hotel room of a gay couple, Ronald and Don. I had fantasized in the past about sex with a man, but never had any intention of following through. However, now my inhibitions had been lowered with alcohol and an edible. When presented with a Don’s cock in front of my face, I was mesmerized by his magnificent cock and began kissing and tonguing his slit.

“Suck on it. Oh, yea, that’s it,” Don commanded.

Ronald spoke to me as well, “Mark, do you feel how hot it is? Did you ever think you’d suck cock? You are a natural-born cocksucker. You’re probably better than your wife.”

His words were demeaning, but I found them encouraging, and I began to suck on Don’s cock, all whilst he held my head and began to push his enormous cock further into my throat. I was gagging, but did not care. Don began to call me a dirty slut and a cock whore. I couldn’t disagree, and his words turned me on. Ronald was taking off his clothes and Don withdrew his manhood from my mouth; it was glistening thick with my saliva. My mouth felt empty and I whimpered a bit.

“Oh my god! Did you hear that? This guy turned into a gay slut faster than any of the other married men!” They began to laugh and told me to get undressed, which I quickly did.

They positioned my naked body on the bed, so my head was hanging over the footing of the mattress, thereby elongating my throat. Don then reintroduced his cock and began to assault my throat. Even though my mind was focused on a singular task, sucking cock for the first time in my life, I was still having trouble taking it all in without gagging, coughing, and keeping up a rhythm. Once again the cock was withdrawn from my hungry mouth and I was told to sniff some poppers (I know that now but had no idea the effect it would have on me). My head was spinning now, and I lost my sense of reality.

I was a vessel for cock. I no longer gagged, and my throat was completely accepting of anything that slid down it. Don was balls deep in my throat, and he was face fucking me with short, powerful strokes. His cock enlarged and was spurting cum deep in my gullet. I could feel the pluses even through his energetic thrusting. Eventually, he withdrew his cock and my head started to clear a bit and I could taste a mixture of his sperm and my own saliva.

Ronald had moved to the other end of the bed and had placed a pillow under my ass. When I felt his tongue on my anus, I regained a bit more of my faculties. I know I was a sight to see, but I was uncomfortable with the thought of anything touching there. Ronald was holding my legs apart as he began licking my asshole. Don held my arms and began to suckle on my nipples. Before today, my body had never felt these sensations.

The newness and taboo were frightening. At the same time, I couldn’t deny that I felt pleasure both from the actions upon me and the fact that it completely controlled me. I was naked, a mess with my own saliva and Don’s cum on my face. I had been lured up to their room and my inhibitions broken down; I was in their control, at least somewhat willingly. I squirmed a bit at first but quickly realized in my inebriated state I was really in no shape to physically protest. Ronald was relentless on my ass, licking all around my anus and slipping his tongue in and out like a small, slippery piston.

As the pleasure built, I began to relax my body and sphincter. My cock had remained erect since Don had fucked my face with his massive cock; I was leaking pre-cum, but had not orgasmed. I was yearning for release and at the same time wanting this new sensation to continue. Every now and then, Don would ever so gently nibble on my nipples and make my body tense and bring me to a moment of sobriety. And then soon enough, his partner's continued assault on my anus would kick me back into a general euphoria. I was moaning like a bitch, I never wanted Ronald’s manipulation to stop; this was not unnoticed by the guys.

“You like it when we eat your pussy, don’t you?” queried Don. I once again was shocked back into reality. I didn’t have a pussy! Furthermore, I was a married man with two daughters who I was responsible for raising and a wife who I loved very much. But with these thoughts running through my head, Ronald stopped, lifted his head and looked at me, his face wet with saliva, remnants of his onslaught on my ass.

“Answer his question? Do you like it when I eat your pussy?” I was flummoxed. I didn’t have a pussy, but I knew the wrong answer would permanently end the first in my life pleasure being doled out on my nether regions. I hesitantly replied, “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

"I like it when you eat my pussy,” I replied softly.

“I can’t hear you? What did you say? Look into the camera and say it,” demanded Don. He had produced his iPhone and was recording me. From the angle he was shooting you could not only see my face, my rock hard dribbling cock, and Ronald’s smiling face poised at my back door. I thought of my family one floor above me and how I would forsake them with the wrong answer. However, my body had already betrayed me and I now mentally made the decision to abandon them, at least temporarily, no matter the consequences of Ronald’s tongue. I looked straight into the camera and pleaded, “I like it when you eat my pussy. I want you to eat my pussy. Please, please eat my pussy.” Ronald then began to suck on my pussy with such force and gusto that my anal ring began to prolapse.

I was now naked in a pre-orgasmic state having sucked the cock of one man and begging, on video, for my ass to be eaten by his partner. Ronald had been sucking long and hard on my anal lips. Don was now filming my tryst and commenting how my semi-prolapsed anus resembled a woman’s pussy. Ronald then brought his cock to my mouth for reciprocation. I began to suck with the gusto of a hungry baby on his mother’s nipple. Nothing was going to deter me from taking my mouth of his cock.

“Wow, look at him go! We have a real cocksucker here,” exclaimed Don. I nodded my affirmation and moaned, all the while trying to take Ronald’s manhood further into my throat. My previous experience having my mouth used as a pussy for Don’s enormous cock, made it somewhat easier to take Ron’s cock and use the back of my throat like a flesh tube to coax him to spill his seed. All the while, my pussy was missing the sweet pleasure that had been coming from his tongue and lips. I yearned to cum, and my hands reached for my own cock, glistening with the copious amounts of pre-cum that flowed from my engorged penis’ slit. However, Ron would not allow me to touch myself. Don told me that only men can masturbate a cock.

“What you have is a clit and pussy. You can only have an orgasm brought on by a man. Do you want to have an orgasm?”

“Yes! I want an orgasm. Please give me an orgasm!”

“You understand that only a man with a cock can give you an orgasm? Is that what you want?”

“Yes, I need a man with a cock to give me an orgasm. I want a cock to give me an orgasm!” Don asked me while continuing to film me, “I want you to be very sure what you are asking for. Do you want a cock to fuck your pussy to orgasm?”

I pleaded for relief, “Yes, please give me an orgasm. I want my pussy filled with cock. Oh, God, please give me cock!”

Ronald had moved behind me and was rubbing his glans against my pussy lips that he had worked so hard to pleasure. His saliva and pre-cum mixed with the inner soft tissue of my anus produced a such a slick, slippery surface that I was going crazy with pleasure. He continued to rub his mushroom head against my pussy lips, and I was squirming and begging for him to enter me. “Please fuck me with your cock. I need it. I want it.” I was weeping for relief “What about your wife? Will she still want you, now that you are no longer a man? Does she want to be with another woman?”

All I could do was weep and beg for his cock. “Please. I will do anything. I just need your cock. I don’t want to be with her. I want cock. I need cock!”

With my videoed submission complete, Ronald entered me. I felt his head plop in the first two inches easily. Now I was speechless. I could only moan and groan with the sensation from my virgin pussy. Ronald’s penis continued its entry, pushing ever deeper, slowly pushing aside my sugar walls.

At this point, he was balls deep and holding it firmly in my pussy. My legs were wrapped around his torso in a death grip, not allowing him to withdraw. The only thing that mattered at the moment was to have a cock inside me, to know that his engorged head had impaled me.

He then lean forward, and my open mouth met his kiss. Not a sweet loving kiss, but the open mouth of a cock slut gruellingly wanting the tongue of them fucking her. He then began to fuck me, and I had never experienced such pleasure until that moment of my life. All the while we sucked on each other’s tongue and my body was nothing more than a vessel to give and receive pleasure.

“This is the best reaction I have ever seen,” announced Don. “He’s a true cock slut. Get his ring.”

Swiftly, Ronald took my left hand, all the while continuing to fuck my body, he deftly removed my wedding ring.

“This is a man’s wedding ring, and you are definitely not a man. You will not be needing this.”

At that moment, I was acutely aware that my degradation was nearly complete as his cock pulsed and filled me with his cum.

Ronald and Don had converted me to a tramp that craved cock, if only for the time being. They had completed the degradation by removing my wedding ring while Ronald pumped me full of his baby juice. I was still unsatisfied, and I had not orgasmed, but had come tantalizingly close. Lust for cock still ruled my head; I wanted more. Not that I had a choice at this point, but Don had spun me around on the bed, so my knees were on the floor and my pussy, engorged rosebud and all presented itself to my perpetrators. Ronald now held the camera and was filming my new pussy as the cum leaked from it. Don had taken his cock, that had previously invaded my throat, and was now rubbing it on my slick cum covered pussy lips.

“More, I need more cock. Please fuck me. Make me yours. I need your cock,” I pleaded. Don and Ronald were both laughing and both were still rock hard (I later found out that they both had taken Viagra with specific expectations for the evening). Don was still teasing me with his beer can cock, tickling my pussy with its bulbous head. He’d just insert the glans and pop it back out in short staccato thrusts. It was driving me wild and even more cock crazy.

“What do you need?”

“I need your cock!” I replied.

“Aren’t you married, man? Don’t you have a family?” continued Don. “Yes, uh, I mean no. I’m not a man. I want your cock” I sobbed. With a sly smile coming across his face, Don asked,

“What are you if your not a married man? Are you a pussy boy?”

“Yes, I’m your pussy boy. Please fuck me and cum in me.”

With that, Don buried his massive member into my former anus and now his pussy. He fucked me hard and rough with his balls slapping my ass. Ronald's cum had made my pussy super slick and easy to penetrate, even though Don had a massive cock. For the first time in more than two solid hours of sexual activity, I began to cum. My prostate had been massaged repeatedly by Ronald’s cock, which led to massive amounts of pre-cum, but now Don’s cock was using my prostate like a punching bag.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I came in torrents. Don began to groan and unleashed his seed into me. Mixing with his partner's previous deposit, I was absolutely full. My stomach and chest were covered with sweat and my own cum. A man at least ten years my senior has given me the greatest orgasm of my life. Not a woman, but a man. My cock had not given me the orgasm, but my pussy had.

Two men had had their way with me, both barebacking me and depositing their loads deep in my vagina. I knew that I could only be sexually satisfied with cock now.