Flattery will get you everywhere (m/m)

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Worried I’d lose my nerve if I waited any longer, I quickly rapped on the door. I had no idea what I was going to say, and half-hoped there’d be no answer. The seconds felt like minutes, and after ten of them went by I turned to walk away. Here I was, outside of my friend’s apartment late on Friday night. A gay friend that I knew was attracted to me. Not at all where I thought the night would take me.

I originally went out for the sole purpose of forgetting about breaking up with my girlfriend a week prior. Our relationship, if you can call it that, ended when I found out she was engaged to be married within the month. A fact she neglected to tell me in the six months we dated.

Looking back, all we really did was have sex and watch movies until we had sex again. Our dates were never on her side of town, and she rarely slept over afterward, even though we were together in some way nearly every night.

My brain apparently stopped functioning when it encountered a pretty face and curves. I figured the best way to avoid screwing my way into another meaningless and stupid situation was to hang out with a couple of gay friends from work.

The door opened behind me. I turned to see Rick’s surprised face. He was shirtless and wearing sweatpants, half-concealed behind the door.

“Tom? Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. “I guess I wasn’t ready to call it a night yet.”

“Oh, well, you can come in if you want. I was just chilling, watching um, Netflix.” He stepped back from the door and motioned me in. “Care for some water?” He asked as he quickly stepped in front of me to shut the laptop left open on the coffee table.

“Do you have vodka?” I asked, hoping something stronger would calm my nervous excitement.

He raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t know you touched the stuff. I figured you were all produce and protein shakes.”

“There’s some things about me you might be surprised by.”

“Oh yeah?”, he said, lowering his voice as though his interest was piqued.

“Most fuckable one in the room?”

“Definitely!”

Rick had been a few drinks and a few boring clubs into the night when he leaned over to me and casually said there was not one fuckable person in the room, except for me. I laughed it off at the time. He made jokes like that a lot. I was used to it.

There is no way to say this without sounding like a conceited prick, so I’ll just say it. People seem to find me attractive. Men, women, it didn’t seem to matter. I frankly never gave it much thought until I looked back and realized dates always came to me.

I didn’t really get it. I was taller than average but not really tall. I kept myself in shape and had been a college athlete. Girls liked my eyes, everyone like my abs and lean muscles.

Okay, so I kind of got it.

But when Rick made that comment, something stirred. His gaze lingered a little longer than normal, and I realized he was probing to see how I’d react.

I’d never been with a guy. I’d thought about it. Maybe everyone has. Fantasized about what it was like to pleasure a man. Blowjob scenes in the few porn movies I’d seen were my second favorite to the lesbian ones. But I’d never really been attracted to a guy. Not in that way. They’d remained fantasies. I wondered if I just thought they were hot because I never thought I’d do it.

Rick’s stares, intense but not creepy, started to change that. He was so complimentary. I started to wonder if it was more than something I fantasized about. Maybe it was something I actually wanted.

“What do you like about me?” I asked.

“Dude, are you serious? Your fucking gorgeous. Your face is perfect. Your body is like, a marble statue. Your eyes are, I mean, you know all of this. I’d let you fuck me in a heartbeat, and I’m a top.”

It was now or never.

“So I turn you on?”

“Um, duh.”

“Do I make you hard?”

He let out a laugh before his face turned serious.

“Oh yeah.”

I led him by the hand to his couch and guided him to sit down. I dropped to my knees in front of him and pull his sweats off. He breathed deeply with what I assumed was anticipation as the fabric fell to the sides, revealing his hardening cock.

It wasn’t small. A couple inches shorter than mine and thick, but not not nearly as thick as mine. I wondered what my much larger erection must look like from the same view. The thought made me smile. It throbbed as I did, straightening up to my mouth as if it wanted to give me a kiss. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, impressed by the hardiness of his erection. I’m pretty sure he could’ve stuck all seven inches through a brick wall.

“God you’re fucking hot,” he said as he brushed my cheek with the backs of his fingers.

My hand started moving naturally, stroking him. His cock pulsed in response. My pulse quickened as he moaned. I became more transfixed as I gently stroked him. My curiosity and nervousness turning into lust. I actually felt my eyes go doe-eyed as I looked up at him and bit my lip.

“Are you sure?” He asked, barely breathing.

I was. Fucking hell yes I was. I nodded and stuck my tongue out to meet the tip. It tasted salty.

“Ohhhh,” he exclaimed and shifted in his seat, stretching his left leg out on the couch. I slowly licked the shaft, savoring the taste. My tongue danced around the head. He tilted his head even more to get a better look and asked, “Have you done this before?”

I playfully shook my head. There was a first time for everything.

“Wow. You’re fucking good!”

I smiled wryly and held his cock to my tongue as I shook my head slowly, teasingly. I liked the compliment. I’d received countless blowjobs, so I was just going with various things that I liked. I wanted to be good at it. Good at making him feel good. Good at pleasing him. Good at making him cum.

I took longer licks, beginning at the base and going all the way up to the head. A drop of precum appeared, which I flicked at with the tip of my tongue before going back to my long teasing licks.

Excitement coursed through me as he moaned with his head back. I wrapped my lips around his cock and started slowly and firmly bobbing up and down on his shaft. I rapidly flicked my tongue back and forth as I slid him deeper into my mouth.

“God damn Tom. That feels so fucking good!”

I felt both powerful and powerless. Powerful for the control I had and powerless because I felt like his cock took control of me. I was obsessed with his pleasure. My cock was fully hard. I was glad I changed into loose fitting shorts.

“Mmmmmmm”, I uttered as my bobbing sped up. I looked up at him as his moans became louder and more frequent. We made eye contact. He looked possessed, eyes and mouth wide, sputtering various exclamations as I felt him tense up.

I nodded my head slightly along with my own muffled moan, beckoning him to climax. It was as much about my pleasure as his. About my desire, my need for him to empty his orgasm down my throat.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ohhhhh!” he yelled as I felt the first hot spurt splash against the back of my throat. I held my mouth still as he shot a half dozen more, each accompanied by a husky yell of appreciation.

I waited for him to finish then swallowed completely. I felt liberated and triumphant. He collapsed back further and slowed his heavy breathing as he watched me, a satisfied smile etched on his face. He stroked my face again as I carefully licked leftover cum off his cockhead, careful not to be too firm.

“That was fucking incredible,” he said as I got up off my knees, unsure of post blowjob protocol in this situation. His eyes moved down to my erection, which lifted the leg of my shorts up catoonishly.

“Whoa! You’re fucking huge!” He reached his hand under my shorts.

I backed away. Confusion setting back in.

“It’s okay,” I said. Not sure if I meant it. I desperately wanted to cum. But something felt off. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to make me cum, not like that.

“I want this to be all about you,” I continued, truthfully.

He shrugged. “Well, I’m not going to complain about getting head like that.”

“Good,” I said, way more playfully then I ever heard myself before. “Text me the next time you want one.”

“Can I text you right now?” He joked, looking around for his phone.

I leaned down and planted a lingering kiss on his now semi-hard shaft, soaking in the experience that I knew would lead to a serious jerkoff session when I went home, and hopefully one for him too.

I got up and walked to the door. I looked back once to smile.

“Good night Tom.”

“See you again, soon I hope.”

“I look forward to it,” he said as he waved.

I closed the door, walked to my car, and drove home. I barely made it to my couch before I started stroking my own cock, wondering if Rick was doing the same. The memory of blowing him consumed my mind and drive me to cum way sooner than normal.

I was definitely gong to do that again.

It was not just a fantasy any longer.

 

[laptoper]

Oh yes!

 

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I continued to meet up with Rick. He’d text me pretty much every day, often with funny emoji combinations involving a phallic shaped food and an open mouth. I’d usually head over to his place after the gym, suck him off, then go home and masturbate.

I liked how much he asked for it. It felt good bringing him pleasure. As much as that, I also liked the feeling of a hard cock in my mouth.

He even took to buying me dinner. We out a few times, presumably as friends. They ended the same way, with him emptying his cum into my mouth afterward, often in his car on the way back to my place. Sometimes we made it back to his place to hang out before a second round. He asked to fuck often, and I frankly started to get the vibe that he wanted more than a regular blowjob.

I wasn’t ready for it. I didn’t know if I’d ever be ready for it. He and I were friends and I didn’t want to get to a point where I had to flat out reject him, so I started branching out my suck game. Over the next couple of months I took five more cocks. Picking up women was always pretty easy for me. Finding guys that wanted me to blow them made that seem like a hike up Mount Everest.

None of them were random. They were a collection of guys I met from online dating or guys that I picked up after watching them stare at me out and about. All of them pretty good guys. All of them seemed ready to but me cars or houses or islands. They certainly obliged when I moved my face between their legs at the end of our dates.

I mixed up my cocks like I would my dinner choices. Their dicks were okay. Some nicer than others. I started to figure out what I preferred, although to be honest they were mostly the same. Around five inches and pretty easily managed girth. I liked the thicker ones better, although longer ones were nicer to look at. They were always willing and always hard for me, so they served their purpose to quench my need to suck cock.

None of them seemed content to just leave it at that. They all wanted more. I started to wonder if a decent, well-groomed guy that would just let me blow him existed.

Then I met Troy.

Exes joked about how other guys would think it was unfair if they saw me naked. They said I was already blessed with a gorgeous face, broad shoulders, pretty eyes (their words), and a chiseled physique (which I actually worked hard for), it was just overkill that I had what was apparently a huge penis.

I didn’t know how hung Troy was, but I got what they meant when I saw him. He was taller than me by a good four inches at six-five. The layers of muscle he packed on put my guess on his weight at around 270, a good fifty pounds heavier than me. His torso tapered down to a very lean waist, and when I saw him turn around to grab a weight plate, I knew he definitely didn’t skip leg day.

That alone would’ve been enough to garner a lot of attention, but he was also good looking. Maybe not head-turning by face alone, but with a body like he had, basic good looks go a long way. Definitely not s pretty boy, but handsome. Strong features, like a model for clean shaven lumberjacks. Everyone in the free weight area watched him bench with envy, and probably a bit of lust.

He seemed oblivious to the looks. That is until he caught me watching him spot his training partner. He stared back at me intensely. Only the hurried curses of his buddy with a heavily loaded barbell across his chest broke him out of it.

I went on to my favorite lifting platform, aware that his eyes followed me. I definitely noticed him watching me. Hell, I was staring at him every chance I got. Especially as he laid back and started pushing up well over three hundred pounds. He looked over as soon as he finished every set.

I was used to the attention, but I couldn’t quite place his gaze. The idea that the admiration was mutual made my jaw tingle. At the same time, there was a very real chance that I was too obvious, and he was moments away from threatening to punch me.

After my lifts I went over to the stretching area to roll out and didn’t see him for awhile. I was gathering my things and ready to text Rick when I noticed a large shadow standing over me.

“Hey,” he said in a deep baritone. “Can I use that roller when you’re done?”

“Uh, yeah. Of course,” I stammered. I was on my knees in front of him when I said it. It took all of my willpower not to take a peek at the package in front of me.

“Thanks,” he answered as he sat down on the mat next to me. “I’m Troy.”

I accepted his handshake, rather, the engulfing of my just above average sized hand with his enormous mitts.

“I’m Tom.”

He started his post workout routine with a variety of stretches, contorting his massive body impressively. I suddenly felt like I needed more stretching myself, and that the only stretches that would do involved watching him.

We made small talk. Boring stuff about working out and the gym. He had seen me before and made enough complimentary comments that, combined with the looks from earlier, made me think he might be interested.

I started to show off a little. Since I couldn’t just pop my mouth open, I tried more subtlety. I bent over so he could see my ass, lifted my shirt to rub sweat off that just happened to show off my abs, and even took to (trying to at least) seductively drink from my water bottle.

My coolness was exposed when he laid on his front and rolled his quads out by grinding his hips toward the mat. It was the first time I’d ever been jealous of a foam roller. My penis felt ready to challenge the roller to a size contest.

After a little more conversation, mostly about the gym and his workout routine, he told me he’d see me around, nice to meet me and all that then headed to the locker room. I didn’t follow him. I didn’t want to get kicked out of the gym for a public display of body worship. Instead, I headed to the cafe.

The bubbly cashier was all over me. After a short conversation, she asked for my number. I hated turning women down, especially incredibly hot women that I would’ve completely hooked up with months prior. I told her I was seeing somebody and walked away with my protein shake.

Right into Troy’s ridiculously muscular chest. I looked up at him, and wished our second encounter was somewhere private so I could just drop to my knees right there.

“She not your type?” He nodded to the cashier.

“She’s cute. I uh, just have, other, um, preferences.”

“Is that so?” He looked me up and down. “Well, I’ll let you know more about those stretches I was talking about if you want, and maybe you could tell me more about your ‘preferences’?

We exchanged numbers and I left, texted Rick, then stopped at his apartment and gave him the blowjob of his life.

 

[hornygeordie]

Great story

 

[deano-uk]

Love it it so far, looking forward to the next section of the story

 

[deleted1152699]

Troy texted me the next day and we started a getting to know each other conversation. Pretty boring stuff. He lifted weights, ate chicken and rice, and mostly seemed interested in himself. He asked a few questions about me, basically about working out. We talked more at the gym, He even spotted me a few times. I admit, while the conversation often lacked much spark, it was definitely a thrill to see him standing above me while I benched. So when he said we should go try a juice place he liked, I was up for it.

He wore a tight gray tee shirt and loose fitting basketball shorts. The tee shirt had its work cut out for it, but I supposed any shirt on him would. His pecs did that wiggle thing when he laughed, which was damn cool.

The conversation turned to him as usual, and to be honest, I was starting to wonder if his hotness was worth the boredom. That’s when he showed me the first shirtless picture of himself.

I gasped. His body truly was incredible. Everything I thought it would be and more. Muscles, abs, just, sheer size while still remaining lean. Magazine cover worthy. No wonder he liked talking about it.

The almost clinical discussion of lat sizes got more interesting. He wanted to see pictures of me, so I showed him one of me in a towel out of the shower.

He said he liked it, then returned the favor by showing me a nude picture of him from behind, flexing one humungous bicep while he took the picture. His back muscles had back muscles. His shoulders twice as wide as his waist, and at the bottom, a flexed muscular ass that I imediately wished I had my hands on as I guided his penis into my mouth.

“Wow” I said, “I can’t imagine the other side!”

I instantly regretted it and when he didn’t respond for a few moments, starting planning what gym I would change my membership to. When he excused himself to go to the bathroom, I figured I might as well cut my losses and leave.

Then my phone buzzed I opened the picture. It was him, I assumed from the bathroom, shirt pulled up, just below navel level, aimed up, showing his muscular torso and face looking down at the lens. It looked it was taken from inside the stall.

He strolled back to our table and asked if I got any interesting messages. I nodded and sent him a text back that said, “I wish.”

He smiled and texted back, “How long you wanna wait” Then looked at me curiously.

“Now!!!!!!!!” I responded with a tongue emoji.

He stood up and strongly grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the booth. He led me to his truck. My body trembled as I hopped in the passenger seat.

 

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I played coy. “What exactly do you want?”

He reached a finger forward and traced it along my lips and asked, “You suck cock?”

“It depends on the cock.”

He grabbed my hand and placed it against his bulge. It felt like a good size, but I was unable to tell while it was soft. I leaned forward, my knees in the passenger side floorboard, and slowly massaged his package through his shorts.

He continued tracing my lips with his rough fingers as I felt him grow. I teasingly moved my face down his body, stopping at his stomach. I pulled up his shirt and kissed his rock hard torso. I gasped a little when I slid my hand down his shorts to touch his quickly expandinf, and apparently large, penis.

He moaned an encouragement to continue. He grew harder and harder with each stroke.

“When are you going to let me suck on this thing?” I asked between kisses on his six-pack.

“Right fucking now”, Troy grumbled as he whipped it out. I immediately starting licking the top of it, tracing my tongue from the tip to the base. It throbbed with each lick, and rapidly when I took the head into my mouth.

It didn’t appear like it would match my length or thickness, but was definitely the biggest cock I’d had in my mouth. It continued to grow as I slowly sucked it, feeling it thicken and lengthen between my lips.

“Mmmmm. Fuck yeah.” he grunted as I fulfilled his request. A solid eight inches of length hardened inside my mouth.

I caressed his balls as I started to take his cock deeper into my mouth. I twisted my neck from side to side as I lowered and pulled back my lips on his cock. Normally I liked to watch my work, but with a specimen that magnificent in front of me, I had so many places to ogle. He watched me while biting his lip, an aggressive look, almost a sneer, took over his face. His massive chest heaved, sending tingles over my body. So much muscle, so much cock, so much man.

Servicing this huge man’s huge dick sent excitement coursing through me. I took my free hand and ran it over his hard muscles, sending me to moan in pleasure as I felt his biceps, pecs, and hard chiseled abs. He was so fucking hot. The gentleness I took in massaging his balls contrasted with the ferocity at which I bobbed my head back and forth across his shaft. My saliva coated his length, and I felt the thick head slide against the back on my throat.

He let out a gutteral grunt of approval. I’d been practicing at home thanks to online shopping, but wanted to try my deepthroat skills on a real cock. I worked him deeper down my throat, having to slow down to keep my gag reflex from kicking in. I ran my tongue back and forth, down his shaft as he slid deeper.

His face was consumed with madness as he watched intently. I drooled out of my mouth, down his veiny cock. I was worried I’d literally taken on more than I could handle. There was still nearly two inches left, and I didn’t know where it would go.

“No one’s ever taken that much before,” he growled. He pit his massive hand on the back of my head. “You’re a good little cocksucker aren’t you?”

I nodded for him as he put pressure on my head. I don’t know if it was the determination, his strength, of the flat out hotness of him calling me his cocksucker, but the last two inches slid in with ease.

His moan shook the cab of the truck. My face pressed against his pubic hair and muscular lower abs. He held me there for uncountable blissful moments, his cock buried to the base. I kept my throat muscles relaxed and looked him in the eyes while mine watered, a smile curling up from my open and cock-filled mouth.

The angry look on his face popped up again. Sensing my submission, he moved his hands to the sides of my head and started moving it back and forth.

Slowly at first, grinding his way midshaft and then back to full insertion, letting me bask in the joy of feeling his entire cock sliding down my wet throat. Pools of drool ran down his cock. I love how a shiny cock looks, especially when my mouth is the reason for the sheen.

His grunts picked up, and his hands matched. I sped my bobs up to assist, but he started moving at his own speed, too fast for me to go unassisted. He kept me working the end half of his cock, sliding the head to the inside of my lips before plunging it deeper into my willing mouth.

“Oh yeah!” He yelled, “take that big fucking meat!”

I mumbled in agreement, as best I could. He held my head steady and started thrusting his powerful hips up, giving my mouth a hard fucking. He grunted with every thrust, sending the cab of the truck into a loud, rocking, image of alpha dominance. With me as the lucky recipient.

Each thrust felt orgasmic. This man, this huge, gorgeous, dominant man, wanted to use my mouth as his personal fuck toy.

Not to be outdone, I kept my tongue moving on the underside of his beefy shaft. When he pulled back, before each thrust, I brought my lips together on the crown of his cockhead to give him extra pressure.

My erection strained in my shorts, snaking to the side. I rubbed it through the fabric with one hand as my other explored his upper body under his shirt. His cock slammed the back in my throat with force. I didn’t gag, but uttered similar sounding noises as he pummeled my mouth. The sounds only drove him wilder, as he fucked even harder. I matched his thrusts with sloppy sucking, which only made him fuck my mouth harder.

“Fuck yeah that feels good!” he bellowed, “give me that mouth pussy!”

My moans matched his as I felt my orgasm building up. Spurred on by my excitement, he lowered me down to meet his thrusts. He didn’t fuck me as fast as I took all of his cock, but made up for it with even more force. Slow, deep, powerful thrusts of his hips sent his cock plunging down my throat. I moaned an invitation for him to blast inside me.

“Oh yeah, open up that mouth pussy for me. I’m going to fucking cum.”

That did it. I started drenching the inside of my shorts with my huge orgasm. Seconds later he held my head still, cock fully buried in my mouth, and started the first powerful spurt of hot cum down my lucky throat.

I felt the base of his cock throb with each shot, in time with his deafening grunts of pleasure. He thrusted with each one. Quick, hard thrusts that wouldn’t knocked me back into the steering wheel if he wasn’t still clutching the back of my head.

Each blast was heavy, and I swallowed after the first two, and again after the fifth. Much more filling than the smoothie I’d had minutes before.

He pulled my head up, but kept his hand on my head, positioning the head of his cock on my tongue. I gently sucked any and all remaining juice out as he gradually began to soften.

Our breaths slowed. He released the handful of my hair he had clenched at some point and rubbed my scalp. I mindlessly ran my fingers over his muscles, taking as much in mentally as I just took physically. He had kind of a dazed satisfied look on his face. I’m sure he had plenty of willing cocksuckers, but I hoped I set myself apart. I wanted to be number one on the list. What can I say, I can get competitive.

I pulled his penis out of my mouth and gave it a quick kiss before tucking it back in his shorts. He looked at me, confused, as I playfully rubbed it a couple times before opening the passenger door and hopping out, cum soaked shorts and all.

“Thanks!” I said. “You have a very suckable cock.”

“Ummm, you’re welcome.”

“I’ll text you again sometime. I’d like to see what you could do while standing.” The image of Troy hulking over me as I kneeled before him was almost enough to get me back in the truck. But I wanted him to wonder what just hit him, so I briefly put the memory of the throat stretching he had given me a couple minutes earlier.

“Uhh, yeah!” His excitement betrayed his stoicism.

I closed the door and walked to my car. My phone buzzed before I got in. I glanced down to see a message from Troy. I smiled and wondered how long before we’d meet up again. As I got in my car, I wondered what I liked more, my orgasm or his.

 

[ZeusNotApollo]

Great, another blast of cum on my chest.... I really wanted to last longer.....

 

[deano-uk]

Wow a really hot episode, the images in my head and your words got me rock hard, hope there is more !

 

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I responded to Troy the next day. As much as I wanted to play it cool, the prospect of him fucking my face again soon was too appealing for me to leave his texts unanswered for long.

Undortunately, it was a missed opportunity because he left for a business trip that morning. On a positive note, he sent more suggestive photos while he was gone. Mostly muscle pics, but with added nudity. He sent one that night from his hotel bed, angled down with his hand gripping his hardon. I sent one back with me on my knees and my mouth open, tongue out. Ten minutes later he sent me one of his cock draped up to his belly button and a pool of cum splattered across his stomach.

Troy wasn’t going to be back until that weekend. I had only been sucking cock for less than two months, but already knew a week was too long for me to wait. I needed a hardness in my mouth, moans of ecstasy filling the room, and a man unloading in my mouth.

With that thought in my mind and his photos in front of me, I noticed I had my hand down my shorts. I slid them down and my penis flopped against my stomach.

I always suspected it was pretty big, mostly based on other’s reactions to it. There were a lot of gasps and “biggest” and “how is that going to fit?”. My girlfriend’s friends often made comments about it, often coming on very strong. There were whispers between them followed by giggles and glances. None of my partners ever took it all, and intercourse was sometimes a slow process of determination. On more than one I ocassion, they flat out told me they needed a break. I received lots of other types of stimulation, usually when I was ready for a second, third, or tenth round.

Yet I always just thought it was something women said to all guys, so it didn’t become a point of insecurity later on. I’d seen others, so I had some idea that I was bigger than average. Seeing it now, after experiencing other dick up close and very personal, I realized maybe they were right. Rick’s was above average and Troy’s was pretty big, and I was noticeably larger than either.

I picked it up and held it with both hands. There was room for one more, and my hands were pretty big. I could use two hands on Rick, but just for a handjob. I estimated I could use two hands on Troy and have a tip left to lick, but nothing like mine.

It wasn’t just longer. I was always told I had a “beautiful” cock, which I didn’t really understand at the time but now understood. It was all proportional. Long, thick, and yeah, good looking.

Troy’s was fairly thick, especially at the base, which felt about as thick as the thinnest part of mine, right underneath the head. My middle fingers barely touched my thumbs at that spot, and not at all at my base. I’d never seen a woman get her hand all the way around, not even the six-two athlete I dated just after college.

All of the self-admiration made me grow erect. I held it up in front of me and let go. It thudded against my upper abs, giving me a weird sense of satisfaction.
Precum started to drip from the slit, which I now noticed was also pretty large, even in relation to what I realized was a pretty big head. I used it as a lubricant as I continued to stroke my giant cock.

I looked back over at Troy’s picture on my phone propped up next to me. I imagined him walking into my apartment, completely naked, climbing up on the bed, and wordlessly ramming his big dick down my throat as I satisfied the two of us.

My mouth opened and I rested my head back on the pillow. Keeping one hand on my cock, I found the king size dildo I practiced my deep throating on in the nightstand. It was about my size. I held it over me and closed my eyes, imagining Troy lowering his powerful body astride my face.

I slid it down my throat. As I did, the image of Troy morphed slightly. Still muscular and handsome, his cock grew in my mind. Longer and thicker, matching then surpassing the size of mine.

My own cock was massive fountain of precum. I applied it up and down the shaft with medium speed strokes. It felt back-archingly good.

I could hear Troy grunting in my mind, a perfect accompaniment to the gurgling sounds I made while I mouthfucked the dildo. He was telling me how close he was. How good of a cocksucker I was. How he owned my mouth.

I pulled the dildo out of my throat and started slapping it on my face. Feeling dominated and sexy.

“Yes! My mouth is yours!” I moaned repeatedly as my stroking picked up speed.

I took it back in my mouth and feverishly sucked it as fast as possible. My hand and head moved in unison. felt the orgasm move past the point of no return as I thought of Troy telling me he wanted to cum on my face and asking how much I wanted him to. I pulled it out and rubbed it over my lips as I answered.

“Cum on my face. Cum all over my fucking face!”

The first huge spurt landed across my left cheek and forehead. The second one on my nose and lips. Successive shots sprayed across my neck and chest. Each one smaller, but still a considerably copious amount.

I opened my eyes. My left one was in a haze and I felt the cum dripping down my temple and cheek. With my clear eye, I looked at my still throbbing cock and pool of cum oozing from it. I licked my lips and tasted some of it. Sweeter than other cum I tasted. I wiped the rest off of my face and laughed euphorically. I just came in my own face, and was certain of two things.

One, I wanted someone else to treat me that way. Someone else’s cum on my face.

Two, if I ever met someone with a cock like mine, I was pretty sure I’d lose control and my mouth really would be their’s.

 

[deano-uk]

Wow mega hot

 

[deleted1152699]

I was horny as hell and needed some dick. Rick had invited me out with some of his friends to a coffee shop that he said was pretty laid back. Hoping to get picked up, I wore the type of tight tee shirt I normally wouldn’t have and a pair of jeans.

Rick signaled me over to his table as soon as I walked in. He was joined by Steve, and three other guys I didn’t know. Rick stood up to let me in the booth to sit down in the middle, between him and a cute stocky guy named Sean.

“Very, very nice to meet you, Tom,” Sean said emphatically as I sat down. “I’ve heard about you.” He shot a glance to Rick as he said it. I noticed Steve roll his eyes from across the booth.

“”I’m Kris,” said a delicate looking guy in the middle with his head on the shoulder of a grinning older man. “And if this idiot next to me would pick his jaw off the floor, I’m sure he would tell you his name is Anthony and that he is my husband.”

“Nice to meet all of you,” I said.

“The pleasure is ours,” Sean responded. “I’d offer you a drink but this place doesn’t serve alcohol. I’ll have to find some other way to get you to make a poor decision.”

Everyone laughed, except Steve. Anthony’s laugh brought a good-natured thump to the chest from Kris. The next hour continued like that, with Sean, Rick, and Kris dominating the conversation with lots of stories and jokes.

Anthony and Kris were a sweet couple. While my journeys with other men were purely sexual I thought, I envied their relationship.

Rick was Rick. Very outgoing and flirtatious, mostly with me. At one point in the night, I placed my hand on his lap under the table, letting him know my plans for the evening.

Sean was much like Rick. They played off of each other like a comedy duo. He was more forward with trying to pick me up. Not as witty, but still made me laugh on several occasions. I placed a hand in his lap to keep my option open.

The only one who didn’t seem to have a good time was Steve. He clearly didn’t like Sean for some reason. If I thought Steve was gay, I’d have assumed there was something between them. Sean scoffed when I asked though, and said he wouldn’t have dated Steve even if Steve were into guys. Then he turned the subject to say he like good-looking guys that didn’t have bellies, and looked me up and down. I lifted my shirt a bit to show my six-pack, which gotna “oooh” from Sean and another eye roll from Steve.

Something was up, but I didn’t care enough to put a damper on my cocksucking chances. Sean and Rick were both very flirtatious, as were a few other guys that stopped by our table throughout the night to chat. I exchanged numbers with two of them. Steve left in a huff sometime after that.

As the night began to wind down, I realized I had to choose who was going to satisfy my craving. Rick was always a good choice. Big dick, cool guy, came like a fountain. Sean intrigued me also. He seemed fun and really into me. He also seemed more sexual, and I wondered what was in his bag of tricks.

Luckily, I didn’t have to choose. After some whispering between them, Rick suggested we all meet at his apartment to watch a movie. I couldn’t drive there fast enough.

I sat between them on the couch, letting my hands graze their thighs for support as I did.

“What are you in the mood for?” Rick asked as he scanned his laptop.

“Something with a hot bottom.” Sean looked at me when he said it.

Rick clicked a few times then pulled up a scene with two guys making out. They were both in shape and good looking, although in different ways. The one with a beard had a little more muscle and a little less polish, and I thought he was pretty hot. Rick and Sean both liked the other one, who was more clean cut and definitely a very good looking guy.

Rick and Sean both had their hands casually down their pants as we watched. My heart raced a bit as their make out session progressed to shirtless, then pantless, then underwearless. The bearded guy had a nice plump erection, definitely a very suckable cock. Which the pretty one proved by dropping down to his knees and wrapping his lips around it.

The camera zoomed in on the blowjob. He kept his head active, pun intended, changing angles frequently and never breaking eye contact with the hung man he serviced. I envied him, and took mental notes on his skills. The bearded man seemed to appreciate it too.

“Who would you trade with?” Rick asked to both of us.

“Definitely the guy with the beard. This bottom is hot. I’d love to get head like that,” Sean said as he adjusted his pants.

“What about you Tom?”

I thought about it for longer than I thought as I realized how long it had been since I’d received a blowjob. I missed it, but it didn’t replace giving one.

“I’d love to have a cock like that in my mouth,” I blurted out.

“I told you,” Rick said to Sean. I felt both sets of eyes staring at my mouth.

“What about you, Rick?” I asked, even though the answer was obvious.

“You know what I like,” he answered as he pulled his waistband down, exposing his straining erection.

“Yeah. This.” I leaned forward and took the first couple inches into my mouth. I held it on my tongue for a few seconds, savoring the taste. I looked over at Sean. He was pumping his hand under his pants with a look of astonishment.

Feeling as confident as ever, I sat back up, keeping my right hand stroking Rick, who relaxed against the back of the couch with a smile, and asked Sean, “What do you like?” while reaching my hand down his unbuttoned pants.

“You’re on to something,” he sighed as my fingers found his rock hard cock. Not as big as Troy’s or even Rick’s, but a sizable hunk of meat.

“Yeah? You just want me to touch it?”

I leaned back over to give Rick a few short sucks, beckoning Sean to answer.

“I want that,” he nodded.

“Say it,” I brought my face down to where his cock would stick up if he wasn’t still wearing pants.

“I want you to suck my cock.”

“Mmmm, gladly.”

I pulled his pants down, revealing a nice six-inch long, decently thick hard-on aiming straight up at me. I gave it a kiss on the head, followed by a few licks to gauge his reaction.

He was eager, but passive. As I took the tip into my mouth, he sat back and watched, but as I easily slid all of it down my throat on the first attempt, he moaned loudly, then put his hand on the back of my head for more when I pulled up.

I let him know I liked it by going back down a few times. Then I let him know I was in control by pulling his hand off as I moved back over to Rick’s cock.

I took my time switching between the two, enough to tease them while still keeping them hard. Although I didn’t see how either would go soft in the situation.

The actors on the screen stayed hard as well. The bearded guy had his bottom on all fours on the bed, slowly fucking him with his big cock. The bottom looked euphoric as he jerked his cock and gave his body to his lover.

I was worried the excitement would lead to a premature ending, so I moved to my knees and they scooted next to each other. I stroked them both, teasingly swaying my head back and forth. Their cumslits glistened from precum, so I took the opportunity to briefly clean each one off with my tongue.

I started with Rick. I knew what he liked. How slow or fast to bob, how much tongue to use and where, and how to slowly tickle the shaft with my fingers as I held his cock in my mouth.

I kept eye contact with him for most of it, only breaking off to watch Sean’s face as my other hand worked his erection.

“Here’s the deal”, I said confidently in between alternating short sucks of their cocks. “I want to blow both of you. In exchange, I want both of you to cum on my fa...”

“Deal!” Rick said before I could finish.

“Unfuckingbelievable,” Sean said as he stood up to pull his pants completely off.

 

[deleted1152699]

Realizing it was easier to service both of them from that position, I sat down on the couch and guided Rick to stand up. It allowed me to keep both cocks near my face. Which I did, hording them as if I couldn’t handle either of them being more than a few inches away from me. There was an element of truth there. As I slowly sucked Rick’s cock, I rubbed Sean’s against my cheek. Then did the same to Rick’s when I gave Sean his turn.

I started lowering the time between cocks, taking a few sucks of Rick’s before switching to Sean’s for a few seconds. Sean was more serious, and moaned louder each time I took him in my mouth. He seemed especially impressed by how much I could take, so a few times I took him all the way in and held him there, letting him feel the wetness and heat of my mouth.

“Fuck Tom, you suck great dick,” he said.

“I told you. Best cocksucker around.”

That earned Rick some extra bobs.

“Fucking hot, too.” Sean grazed my cheek as he said it, drawing me back to him.

Rick leaned close enough that the left side of my mouth grazed his cockhead as I worked on Sean’s. It gave me an idea. I held Sean’s up at a side angle and pulled Rick closer. From that angle, I had them both on my lips at the same time. Slowly shaking my head back and forth allowed me more cock to enjoy.

I swirled my tongue around both heads. While Sean’s cock was slightly shorter and thinner, his head was as big as Rick’s, exaggerating the mushroom-like quality. They both looked down at me smiling

I thought I loved sucking cock already, but sucking two took my lust to an entirely new level. I became a man possessed. I wish I could say I had a plan to satisfy them both. But really, I was just all stroking, licking, and sucking as much cock as I could. I switched between taking both cocks from the side to alternating between fast, intense sucking.

The bearded stud on the screen relentlessly pounded his bottom. His grunts, his bottom’s moans, and the sounds of my mouth on overdrive turned me on even more. I grabbed Sean’s ass and urged him deeper into my mouth. I wanted it hard.

He took the clue, grabbed the sides of my head, and started thrusting. I moaned in appreciation as he plunged his cock in my mouth, his balls bouncing off my chin.

As a good friend, he stopped before too long and turned me toward Rick, who took my head in his hands and continued where Sean left off. They psssed me back and forth several times like that, and I loved it. I had intended to control both of them, tease them as long as I wanted until I was ready for their cum. But this, this being used like a fuckhole at their command, was too hot for me to do anything but submit.

On Sean’s next turn he guided me against the back of the couch. He was gentle, unfortunately, but still drove me to lust as he stood on the couch eagerly looking down at me as he propped one leg up on the back and brought his throbbing cock to my lips. I opened wide in compliance, letting him know with my eyes that I wanted to be used.

Rick followed his lead. They took turns on me, slamming their rigid cocks into my mouth. I lifted my head to chase whenever they switched, and the other rewarded my enthusiasm with a solid mouthfucking.

My cock strained to be released. My hands were free, so I pulled my pants off and grabbed my cock.

“Holy fucking Christ!” Sean exclaimed at my towering erection. “Rick, didn’t tell me it was that big,” he said, not taking his eyes off of it.

So I was a topic of conversation, I thought. I wondered what else Rick had told him, and if it had anything to do with how the night had played out.

Rick looked entranced as well. The thrill of putting on a show for the two of them as they fucked my mouth had me on the verge of cumming.

Rick grew more aggressive as he watched me stroke myself, thrusting faster and harder each time. He held my head against the couch and grinded into my throat. When he pulled out, a trail of saliva followed from my mouth. He kept hold of my head and turned me to face Sean.

“Fuck his mouth, Sean. See how much he likes it,” he motioned to my monster erection.

“Yeah, I see how much he likes it. You like dick don’t you Tom?”

I could only answer in muffled agreement as Sean went balls deep.

Rick lined his cock up on my lips and asked, “Want us to stroke that big cock while we fuck your mouth?”

“Yes,” I answered. They reached for my cock at the same time and stroked it in unison as fervently as they fucked me. It felt amazing, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I would last.

They continued to share me, getting rougher by the minute. Rather than pass me back and forth, they took turns mounting my face, stuffing my mouth full of their rock-hard erections. While one mouth fucked me, the other stroked my cock. Saliva spilled out onto their cocks and my chest.

I fucking loved it.

The bearded guy straddled the pretty guy’s chest, jerking his cock inches from his face. The other one stuck his tongue out eagerly.

“You want it too don’t you Tom?” Rick moaned amongst hard slams into my mouth. “You want my cum all over that pretty face?”

I nodded, eyebrows raised in excitement. He pulled out and moved to the side, rapidly jerking off inches from my face. Sean joined him, looking back and forth between my cock and his.

“Cum on my face. I want it so fucking bad!” I pleaded to both of them. I felt as though my orgasm had to wait for theirs.

Sean fired first. Two quick shots that landed across my mouth, followed by several smaller spurts. I leaned forward to lick a long drop falling from his cock, when Rick grabbed my forehead, held it down, then unleashed a series of heavy ropes that coated me from chin to scalp.

It was an impressive display. Even his fifth and sixth shots were large. I wanted a facial, and he certainly delivered. He let his cock fall onto my mouth as he and Sean sped up the stroking of my cock. I rubbed their cocks against my face, milking them for any cum remaining.

I felt it build in my balls and started thrusting up to meet their hands. One final thrust occurred simultaneously with the last of Rick’s cum oozing our, and I started cumming myself.

It didn’t go as far as earlier, but at least one hot spurt reached my face. Several more followed, leaving my chest and stomach sticky and warm.

I took the time to appreciatingly kiss, suck, and lick their cocks. As their cum dried on my face, our breathing gradually slowed. They slid down to sit next to me on the couch. The scene on the laptop had ended, but I figured the live show was far better.

Rick brought me a bottle of water and asked if I wanted to clean up. I thanked him for the offer, but wasn’t ready for that yet. I wanted to lay there like that, let it soak into my skin.

I let the memory linger as I drifted off to sleep. I woke up a few hours later on the sofa next to Sean, sporting a hardon as he slept. I gently woke him and took care of him again. He came after a few minutes, then fell back asleep.

Rick’s bedroom door was shut, so I gave him his privacy and left. Even though I’d cum with them, and it felt amazing, I was quickly realizing what role I wanted to take.

 

[Gj816]

Hot as fuuuck! Definitely the kind of submissive cocksucker I was looking for at one time. Very erotic.

 

[deleted1152699]

Troy texted me from the airport when he returned a few days later. My mouth certainly wasn’t empty in his absence, even though I hadn’t sucked cock since the night of the threesome.I had to contain my excitement when he asked if he could come over.

We’d only hooked up once, but he was hot, endowed, and took charge. I was looking forward to seeing what he could do to me.

I sat waiting for him on the tile entryway just inside the front door of my apartment. He said he was stopping by straight from the airport, which made me feel like I left quite the impression. The minutes seemed like hours. Finally, after too long, but in reality about thirty minutes, I heard the heavy steps of someone walking up the stairs.

He knocked on the door loudly. I didn’t think he meant to, it was just his sheer strength. The hinges stayed on though, and I crawled over up to open the door.

He smirked when he saw me already down, ready for him. He was wearing a dress shirt and pants that did very little to conceal his physique. He left the top button open, that or his traps made it impossible to fasten. I fell speechless looking up at him and suddenly very hungry.

He squeezed his shoulders through the doorway and looked down at me, unsure of the next step. If he needed some coaxing, I was happy to oblige. I immediately propped up on my knees in front of him and looked up at him, to his zipper, then back to his face, asking with my eyes. He nodded confidently and expectantly, as though my kneeling in front of him was exactly where he wanted me and exactly where I belonged.

I unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out in the hole of his boxers. It was soft, but showing signs of life. I immediately took all of it in my mouth, savoring the taste. It quickly started to lengthen and thicken as I pleasured it while staring up at his massive frame.

There were no words. No need for them. We had what the other wanted, and were both perfectly happy to provide it.

He undid his belt while I worked him to a full, incredibly thick erection. I unbuttoned his pants and quickly pulled them down before getting him back in my mouth again. He pulled me off of him long enough to take off his shoes and step out of his pants. I used that time to shift into a seated position before him. He powerfully grabbed my head and pushed it back down on his cock.

I giggle-moaned as he did.

He slowly slid all eight inches in. I had to focus on relaxing my throat muscles and breathe through my nose, which he pushed up against his body. He held me there as he pleased, looking down at me as he unbuttoned his shirt to show me his superheroesque torso.

I kept eye contact with him, even as mine started to water. I ran my hands over his abs, ass, and thighs, enjoying the feel of his incredibly muscular body. I needed the distraction, because I wasn’t sure how long my throat would hold out.

He liked the body worship and started to slowly thrust rhythmically. I kept my lips tight on his cock as he pulled back, then loosened them when he thrusted forward. At the end of each thrust, he held his cock fully inserted in my mouth. He was testing me. I did not want to fail him. I simply kept breathing through my nose and kept my tongue wagging on the underside of his thick shaft.

“Mmmm, that’s a good cocksucker,” he moaned.

My eyes still watered, but I was getting more used to it. It became easier, but not easy, and I tried to beckon him with my lips to pick up the pace. As hot as it was to be teased, I wanted my throat fucked. Yet I resisted the urge to guide him. It was his blowjob. My mouth was his for the taking.

Seemingly reading my mind, he started thrusting more frequently. As he did, I grabbed his hard muscular ass to pull him toward me. His hands held the side of my head still. He wanted me motionless and submissive.

I looked down at the top of his veiny cock as it entered my mouth. I mentally congratulated myself, both on obtaining such a stud and on how well I took such a hearty slab of meat.

“Look up at me.” His voice was deep and firm. “I want to see your eyes as I take this throat.” I nodded my compliance.

He gradually built force and speed. I kept my eyes locked on his face as he looked down on me in front of him. I tried to do my part, adding in licks and sucks when I could, but really, I just left my mouth open. He wanted full control, and I was happy to give it to him.

His cock had been in my mouth for close to ten minutes when his intensity reached a new level. I felt his ass tighten with each thrust. He was so strong. So powerful, I basked in his dominance.

I could feel the struggle as his cockhead plunged into my throat. My mouth squelched with each thrust, and I felt drool pouring down my chin and body, coming out of the little space in my mouth his thick cock left.

He mercilessly pounded my throat, showing no concern for how hard he fucked. No concern for my pleasure. I was his fucktoy. It was all about him. That brought me more pleasure than I could’ve imagined.

His grunts everberated through my apartment. He appeared possessed. Almost maniacally holding my face still as he repeatedly slammed as much of his big cock as he could into my waiting mouth.

“You like that?” He asked rhetorically as I felt my eyes roll back in my head. “You better keep fucking looking at me or I’ll stop.”

Desperate to keep him in my mouth, I forced my eyes wide open in obedience.

“Yeah... That’s my good cocksucker. Keep that mouth open for me.”

I involuntarily moaned as he inexplicably started fucking even harder. I knew my cock was ready to burst, even without me touching it. His orgasm took priority. I could cum only after him.

“Ohhhh, take that big fucking dick!” He repeated over and over as his body tensed up.

All of a sudden my mouth was empty. He stroked his saliva covered cock on top of my face. I stuck my tongue out to slather on his balls. He grabbed my chin with one enormous hand and aimed his head at my lips as he pumped furiously.

My moans joined him. I wanted his cum more than I wanted air.

He grunted angrily and started emptying his balls in, on, and all around my mouth. I caught every drop, savored it, then swallowed it down. He rocked his hips forward with each blast. His hand wrapped hard on both sides of my chin, keeping my mouth open, as if he needed to. He squeezed the last bit out into my mouth, then rubbed the head against my lips, sliding it in my mouth to suck on as he saw fit. When he was done with me, he pulled his cock out and let it flop in front of him. He pulled his pants back on as I collapsed on the floor, exhausted and staring up at him in submission.

Then, when I thought the encounter could no hotter, he put on his shoes, and walked out of my apartment without saying a word. Leaving me a horny mess, waiting for the next time he wanted me.

 

[silvertriumph2]

So fuckin' HOT!!!

 

[indenver]

The last partner I had reminds me of Troy. He told me he wanted me to worship his big cock. He had me lie flat on my back on the bed and straddled my chest and pinned my wrists to the bed as he fucke d my mouth like an animal. When he got ready to cum, he pulled out of my mouth and stroked his big cock telling me to stick out my tongue. I could see his jets of cum spurt from his cock and pass out of view as they splashed on my tongue and into my grateful mouth. My tongue had cooled in the dry Colorado air and his cu m felt warm fresh from his body. I fell totally into submission as he groaned, "Take it!Take it!" With each gush of his semen.

 

[Casper1980]

Is this guy in your phone book?

 

[deano-uk]

Wow

 

[meatymuscle]

Troy texted me from the airport when he returned a few days later. My mouth certainly wasn’t empty in his absence, even though I hadn’t sucked cock since the night of the threesome.I had to contain my excitement when he asked if he could come over.

We’d only hooked up once, but he was hot, endowed, and took charge. I was looking forward to seeing what he could do to me.

I sat waiting for him on the tile entryway just inside the front door of my apartment. He said he was stopping by straight from the airport, which made me feel like I left quite the impression. The minutes seemed like hours. Finally, after too long, but in reality about thirty minutes, I heard the heavy steps of someone walking up the stairs.

He knocked on the door loudly. I didn’t think he meant to, it was just his sheer strength. The hinges stayed on though, and I crawled over up to open the door.

He smirked when he saw me already down, ready for him. He was wearing a dress shirt and pants that did very little to conceal his physique. He left the top button open, that or his traps made it impossible to fasten. I fell speechless looking up at him and suddenly very hungry.

He squeezed his shoulders through the doorway and looked down at me, unsure of the next step. If he needed some coaxing, I was happy to oblige. I immediately propped up on my knees in front of him and looked up at him, to his zipper, then back to his face, asking with my eyes. He nodded confidently and expectantly, as though my kneeling in front of him was exactly where he wanted me and exactly where I belonged.

I unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out in the hole of his boxers. It was soft, but showing signs of life. I immediately took all of it in my mouth, savoring the taste. It quickly started to lengthen and thicken as I pleasured it while staring up at his massive frame.

There were no words. No need for them. We had what the other wanted, and were both perfectly happy to provide it.

He undid his belt while I worked him to a full, incredibly thick erection. I unbuttoned his pants and quickly pulled them down before getting him back in my mouth again. He pulled me off of him long enough to take off his shoes and step out of his pants. I used that time to shift into a seated position before him. He powerfully grabbed my head and pushed it back down on his cock.

I giggle-moaned as he did.

He slowly slid all eight inches in. I had to focus on relaxing my throat muscles and breathe through my nose, which he pushed up against his body. He held me there as he pleased, looking down at me as he unbuttoned his shirt to show me his superheroesque torso.

I kept eye contact with him, even as mine started to water. I ran my hands over his abs, ass, and thighs, enjoying the feel of his incredibly muscular body. I needed the distraction, because I wasn’t sure how long my throat would hold out.

He liked the body worship and started to slowly thrust rhythmically. I kept my lips tight on his cock as he pulled back, then loosened them when he thrusted forward. At the end of each thrust, he held his cock fully inserted in my mouth. He was testing me. I did not want to fail him. I simply kept breathing through my nose and kept my tongue wagging on the underside of his thick shaft.

“Mmmm, that’s a good cocksucker,” he moaned.

My eyes still watered, but I was getting more used to it. It became easier, but not easy, and I tried to beckon him with my lips to pick up the pace. As hot as it was to be teased, I wanted my throat fucked. Yet I resisted the urge to guide him. It was his blowjob. My mouth was his for the taking.

Seemingly reading my mind, he started thrusting more frequently. As he did, I grabbed his hard muscular ass to pull him toward me. His hands held the side of my head still. He wanted me motionless and submissive.

I looked down at the top of his veiny cock as it entered my mouth. I mentally congratulated myself, both on obtaining such a stud and on how well I took such a hearty slab of meat.

“Look up at me.” His voice was deep and firm. “I want to see your eyes as I take this throat.” I nodded my compliance.

He gradually built force and speed. I kept my eyes locked on his face as he looked down on me in front of him. I tried to do my part, adding in licks and sucks when I could, but really, I just left my mouth open. He wanted full control, and I was happy to give it to him.

His cock had been in my mouth for close to ten minutes when his intensity reached a new level. I felt his ass tighten with each thrust. He was so strong. So powerful, I basked in his dominance.

I could feel the struggle as his cockhead plunged into my throat. My mouth squelched with each thrust, and I felt drool pouring down my chin and body, coming out of the little space in my mouth his thick cock left.

He mercilessly pounded my throat, showing no concern for how hard he fucked. No concern for my pleasure. I was his fucktoy. It was all about him. That brought me more pleasure than I could’ve imagined.

His grunts everberated through my apartment. He appeared possessed. Almost maniacally holding my face still as he repeatedly slammed as much of his big cock as he could into my waiting mouth.

“You like that?” He asked rhetorically as I felt my eyes roll back in my head. “You better keep fucking looking at me or I’ll stop.”

Desperate to keep him in my mouth, I forced my eyes wide open in obedience.

“Yeah... That’s my good cocksucker. Keep that mouth open for me.”

I involuntarily moaned as he inexplicably started fucking even harder. I knew my cock was ready to burst, even without me touching it. His orgasm took priority. I could cum only after him.

“Ohhhh, take that big fucking dick!” He repeated over and over as his body tensed up.

All of a sudden my mouth was empty. He stroked his saliva covered cock on top of my face. I stuck my tongue out to slather on his balls. He grabbed my chin with one enormous hand and aimed his head at my lips as he pumped furiously.

My moans joined him. I wanted his cum more than I wanted air.

He grunted angrily and started emptying his balls in, on, and all around my mouth. I caught every drop, savored it, then swallowed it down. He rocked his hips forward with each blast. His hand wrapped hard on both sides of my chin, keeping my mouth open, as if he needed to. He squeezed the last bit out into my mouth, then rubbed the head against my lips, sliding it in my mouth to suck on as he saw fit. When he was done with me, he pulled his cock out and let it flop in front of him. He pulled his pants back on as I collapsed on the floor, exhausted and staring up at him in submission.

Then, when I thought the encounter could no hotter, he put on his shoes, and walked out of my apartment without saying a word. Leaving me a horny mess, waiting for the next time he wanted me.

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