The Terrace View Apartments Part 1

"You Danielle’s friend?" he asked gruffly. I gulped out a yes and he told me to step out of the car. He didn’t say anything else; he just looked me up and down and had me turn around. Even with all my clothes on, I felt completely naked. I didn’t know what was going on, and I would have jumped in my car if I didn’t suspect that the man would beat me up just for wasting his time.

"Whatever." he suddenly sneered and then turned on his heel and went back into the bar leaving me shaking like a leaf in the back lot.

I jumped in my car and locked the doors, my heart pounding in my chest. But then Danielle came out of the bar with a sexy smile on her face. My God, did she look hot as she sauntered over to the car. I quickly forgot my fear and almost came in my pants just watching her walk. Eventually she opened the door, bent down and dragged me into the parking lot with a wonderful kiss. She deftly unbuckled my pants and as we stood making out in the parking lot of a gay bar, I thought I was ready for anything, but she surprised me by slowly working a massive butt plug into my ass. "This is to remind you of me during your long drive," she said. And then she handed me an envelope with a Houston address on it. "And this is to help you when you get to Houston."

Then she abruptly pulled away and sashayed back into the bar.

I stood there in the parking lot with my pants down around my ankles, my ass full of plastic and my cock jutting straight out. This new life of mine wasn’t exactly what I had been expecting, but I wasn’t complaining either.

Suddenly, something snapped in me and I jumped into my car and headed off to Houston. On the freeway, I slid out of my pants and drove the whole way non-stop with my bare ass on the seat and the butt plug keeping me constantly erect. I masturbated several times during my journey, but I didn’t stop to clean up. I licked up my cum without slowing down or even pulling the plug from my ass. Yes, it was starting to hurt a lot, but I couldn’t wait to find out what was waiting for me in Houston.

Two days later I found myself outside of the Terrace View Apartment Complex, and I somehow knew deep inside that I had found my new home

—and my new life.