A Father's Need

He knew breeding his son would mean the boy would never experience a true male orgasm, since his body would under go permanent changes to accept the cum of men.

That is exactly what he wanted. The boy shouldn't be burdened with the memory of what he lost. Maybe he'd imagined what the explosive orgasms of his father felt like deep in his ass, before his father gave him his pussy? Assuredly he would have as most son's dream of the day of being Daddy's pussy. He may even think that his girly contracting pussy orgasms on his father's cock could be similar to a true ejaculation. He would be wrong of course, his feminine orgasms but rolling hills to the towering mountain of a man's orgasm.

That is what his father wanted. To keep his boy pure from the burdens of manhood by making sure his son's cunt was constantly greased up, filled with buckets of cum, and very happily sore. It's what any father would want to do---- give their boys the pussy the craved to have.

Coach

Jimmy was stunned to see who his next client turned out to be: Mr. Sharpe, his high school algebra teacher.

"Well, now," Mr. Sharpe smirked. "This is certainly a nice surprise. I was looking to recharge with a nice piece of ass after grading midterms and shit. Never dreamed I'd run into you of all people. Though then again, it's not entirely a surprise to find you working here. I did warn you about the importance of applying yourself, didn't I? Should have listened to me, Jimmy."

He did warn me; why the fuck didn't I listen! Jimmy asked himself. Jimmy never wanted to be working here, in the most notorious brothel in town. He figured he'd end up going to college on a sports scholarship, major in English or some shit, and just play shit by ear. He didn't count on blowing out his knee in his last semester of high school, which killed his chances of playing at college and any hope of a sports scholarship along with it. He'd never taken his studies seriously, so no other scholarships would be coming his way (everyone jokes about there being money for being left-handed, but it's only like fifty bucks, and in any event Jimmy was a righty anyway). And his parents had made clear that he was on his own the day he turned 18. His relationship with them was always strained. Forget about paying for college or cosigning his student loans, they wouldn't even keep letting him live with them once he was legally an adult.

So that left Jimmy with no college prospects, no money, no credit, and no place to stay. His only option was to try and find a job and somehow keep himself fed and housed while he figured out what to do with his life. But no one really wants to hire a high school graduate with lackluster grades, and the ones who did wouldn't pay enough for him to make rent. 

No one except Bert, the proprietor of the Silk Strap, the only brothel in town that catered to clients (no matter how they identified) seeking to fuck guys. Bert liked what he saw from the moment Jimmy showed up, nervously asking if he had any need for someone to clean or serve drinks or something. With that face and that bubble butt, Bert thought, it'd be a waste to let this kid scrub toilets and mix cocktails. He told Jimmy as much, and told him that if he came to work as one of Bert's boys, he could easily make twice as much as any of the other shitty prospects that Jimmy had looked into, and to sweeten the deal, Bert offered to throw in room and board, too.

Jimmy didn't want to be a whore. He didn't. But Bert's offer was way too good to pass up, and he didn't have any better options. For once in his life he seized the opportunity presented to him. Which is how he now found himself naked in front of his old math teacher.

"So, like, should we just talk then?" Jimmy suggested. "This is all awkward enough, I don't want to make it any weirder than it already is."

"Fuck no, I don't want to 'just talk,'" Mr. Sharpe scoffed. "I want what I paid for: a night with the finest piece of ass ever to grace my classroom."

"But ... that's fucked up!" Jimmy protested. "You're my teacher! I'm your student!"

"Were my student," Mr. Sharpe corrected. "You were my student. But you're not anymore. Now, you're just a fucking boy-whore. And tonight, you're all mine, because I paid for you. So stop whining and do your fucking job, before I tell Bert and demand my money back."

Seeing no other choice, Jimmy resignedly began removing Mr. Sharpe's clothes. His eyes widened when the man's cock came into view. Based on how he filled out those khaki pants he tended to favor for work, Jimmy always suspected that Mr. Sharpe was well hung. But he just had no idea. His cock was at already least 8.5 inches long, heavily veined, and as thick as a cucumber. And still growing. 

"Like what you see, slut?" Mr. Sharpe taunted. "Just wait till you feel what it's gonna do to that pussy. Now get on the bed on your knees, bitch, I want you from behind. No need for foreplay shit, I've been nearly rock hard since I walked through that door." Jimmy did as he was told, arching his back as he knew his clients liked, while Mr. Sharpe lubed up his dick and Jimmy's hole using the dispenser sitting on the dresser. He joined Jimmy on the bed and, with basically no preliminaries and without ever stopping, slowly inserted his massive member to the hilt in Jimmy's still tight pussy.

"OH FUUUUUUCK!" Jimmy cried as Mr. Sharpe began the fuck in earnest. Jimmy had pretty much succeeded in learning to enjoy (or at least not mind) taking cock since he began working at the Strap. Even though he had always thought of himself as straight, it was basically an occupational necessity. But this was different. Mr. Sharpe not only had the tool, he had technique, seeking out Jimmy's joy buzzer with laser focus and striking it every time he rammed his big dick home.

"Fuck yeah, boy," Mr. Sharpe cooed, "this pussy's even better than I dreamed it would be. And you'd better believe that I've been dreaming of it--of doing exactly this to it--ever since you arrived in my class. Every time you dragged your jock ass up to the whiteboard, every time you turned your back to me as you left for your next class, I thought of how good it would feel to plow this pussy. And now I can: anytime I want, for the right price. Pretty sure I'll be a regular client of yours from here on out, whore."

"Y'know," he mused, "I really should bring along Coach Watkins next time." Jimmy immediately tensed around Mr. Sharpe's cock and turned back to meet Mr. Sharpe's cruel smirk with a horrified look. "I'm sure your old coach would be eager to see you again and catch up about what you've been up to since."

INTERVIEW: J.M. Shadow's "Domingo's Putita"

 I started a private DM message on Twitter with J.M. Shadows a while back and in the course of that conversation the topic of his NEWEST book, "Domnigo's Putitia" came about and that the character was a pussyboy. I of course was ecstatic about the idea especially having not read yet anything with a character as a pussyboy, and even called it in the story. The following interview has been transcribed from that DM conversation, as it happened in real time. Also, this interview happened before reading his new book.

My first question is where did the inspiration for this story come from?

Frankly? I don't remember. I just knew that every once in awhile I'd see a picture of a cute young guy in a sub position wearing panties , and I'd wonder why it arouses me.

Did you set out to make your character a pussyboy, or did that develop as you were  writing?

In answer to your question, I did not set out to write a story about a pussyboy initially. That developed later. All I knew was that Ariel was going to end up wearing panties before getting fucked by his brother, I didn't know how it would come about, but when Domingo calls Ariel a pussyboy during an argument, a light bulb went off and the seed was planted.

Did you end up researching the term and the thinking to write this story, or did your imagination just run wild? Or was it a bit of both?

At first my imagination ran wild. I let Ariel decide what was happening. There's a scene I described where he's rubbing his hole. He spoke up immediately and corrected me: my pussy. My cunt.

After I was done with the story I wondered about that. Would a boy or a man do that? That's when I asked the question on my Twitter page. You and a couple of tother people chimed in, and I realized pussyboy was definitely a thing.

Domingo's comment to Ariel about being a pussyboy and Ariel correcting me were pivotal for me during the editing process. They cleared it.

That you let the character speak for himself. I'm also grateful I was unknowingly able to help. I started tweeting about being pussy last year March, when I stumbled on a Pornhub video of Devin Franco with the Big C men of Twitter and Only Fans fame. Daddy Cory calls Devin pussy. It was the very first time I heard anything like it in gay porn, and for me my research into the term began to understand the thinking and I've bottomed as a gay man since I was eighteen years old, I'm now fifty four.

I think that's the cool thing about writing I don't always know a character. I find out about them once I start writing. I mean, I really had to dig deep and ask myself, if I were Ariel, why would I wear panties?

I've heard of boy pussy. I know men who don't like it. But I had never heard of pussyboy before. Or that there are those that feel that way when it comes to being with another man.

But no. He likes being a boy. He just really feels like a girl when he's with a man.

That's my thinking too, and to a degree we are, as we are the submissive, the passive. We are the ones with a dick up our ass after all, hello!

I ask myself questions like that all the time, if it was a personal thing. But I'm happy to say that it isn't. I have no desire to put on panties, but if a boy I'm with wants to put them on, go right ahead. And on certain boys, especially smooth twinks, it's super hot and arousing.

Going to assume based on your last comment you're more of a top, if this is the case did your desires for a boi or fantasies of what you would like in a boi play a part in this as well. That you were Ariel's Daddy?

I'm more of a top when it comes to fucking. There's nothing like slipping into a tight boypussy. Ariel did arouse me. I found myself wanting the brother to rape the little fucker instead of resisting.

MMMMMMMM, Daddy <lol>.

Interesting enough, I realized at one point that other than the physical description, Domingo in some ways me. BUT, I did write myself into the story. You'll have to wait and see who I am. LOL!

What ways is Domingo you?

First born, he will always be the responsible one. The one who sets the example. Who. is there for his brother. As for the rest, you'll have to wait and see for yourself when you read the story.

Now that's really teasing this pussyboy Daddy <lol>! Was there a lil concern on your part that this book covers something very rarely seen in gay erotica as a whole? My current work in progress, my first erotic novel also has a main character as a pussyboy.

I thought pussyboys like to be teased.

Ooooo you wicked, wicked Daddy!

I don't know that it had concerns. After all it's a taboo story. That's a bigger concern. The things that concerned me was having spent the time to tell a story no one would enjoy. I mean let's face it. It IS erotica. It's written to titillate, but there are also people like Ariel and Domingo who maybe need a little representation?

That's very true, even if at the core of this is incest. This kind of thing happens freely from both parties involved, and why that may not be every bodies cup of tea, I'm finding it is way more than I ever thought. This is not your first erotic story, right?

No. I have tow other. "Big D's Repair Service" and "My Uncle Piri".

DO you see yourself writing about a pussyboy again?

Yes, I can see myself writing another pussyboy story. Guess it depends on how this one is received. But also, I'm curious about what happens next in this type of relationship. You know Alohs/sub.

I think this topic needs to be more prevalent across the board in gay erotica.

I think you may be right about the topic.

See a lot of Alpha and sub stuff going on, but what about the Alpha who wants his sub feminized? Or the sub who is only a sub in the bedroom? Who wants to be his man's woman, but doesn't want to actually be a woman?

There are a few in "gay porn" like Alessio Vega, Sir Jet, and Declan Blake who say pussy in their videos in regards to themselves. 

I'm going to say something VERY radial here, as a bottom myself; IF you're only sexual activity is going ass up for a guy/guys and your only pleasure is in doing that, than I'm sorry but you're pussy for men whether you want to admit it or not, acknowledge it or not, and say it or not. Just a fact. You're being a "bit girly" getting fucked.

Maybe. I think there's a subtle difference in the mindset though. I could be wrong but it might be similar to those who identify as gay versus those who identify as queer? But gender ID's confuse me.

There is a very subtle difference in the mindset, that's very true, and many are not willing to go there for what ever eeason. I guess I was thinking, when I said that, that it was more the physical aspect of gay sex between two men... you know. And there is a difference between gay, queer, faggot too especially in regards to the act of sex and mindset.

True. I think also in the Latino community there is a difference between the ultra masculine as revered and the more feminine as qualities not so revered,. And yet, without the sub or pussyboy, there is no Alpha.

Which also raises another question. Are pussyboys born or made?

I think a bit of both. Born for sure. But it also takes a top to make a pussyboy truly a pussy. It takes getting dicked, some would even say cunted to be a true pussyboy.

I think Ariel is a natural born pussyboy. Domingo is a catalyst. But I'll stop there. I don't want to give anything away. But it is similar to growing up as a boy and knowing I was different. Then I heard the word "maricon"(fag) and cringed because I didn't want to be THAT.

True, who does? But we're glad you did. One last question now that you've written Ariel would you want a pussyboy as lover/husband?

I'm already married, but if I were single it wouldn't be something out of the question. LAUGHING.