What A Mess: Blackmail

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There was a knock on the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone as it’s a Tuesday. My wife, Charlotte, is working late at the office. I was planning on just relaxing with Netflix and chill at home.


I open the door and see, Matt. Matt is the only child of our neighbors. In fact, my wife is working late with Matt’s mother. Matt’s a good kid. Just out of high school at age 18. Getting ready for college at the end of the year.


Matt did track in high school and is in pretty damn good shape.


“Hi, Mister Clinton.” He said as I opened the door. “How are you?”


“I’m fine, Matt. Come on in,” I said, stepping back to let him pass me. He walks past me as I shut the door. “What brings you over tonight?”


“Well,” he says. “Mom and Mrs Clinton are working late. Dad’s not home for the next few weeks as he is over in Virginia doing that new training the Army is trying out.”


“Yes,” I said. “It’s classified, so I can’t tell you anything about it.”


“Oh, I wasn’t trying to get any information about it. Dad told mom and me that this was something he had to do,” Matt said. “You and he both go out for some training, don’t you, Mister Clinton?”


“Yeah,” I said, as we made our way to the living room. “Have a seat. And call me Jim. You’re 18 now. It’s allowed.” I said with a smile.


“Thank you, Mis…Jim,” he said with a grin. Matt, although he is very fit, is a little bit effeminate. He’ll probably grow out of that as he gets older and keeps up his track training. “So I thought I would come over and see what you’re doing. Doesn’t seem like you have plans. Do you?” He looked a little apprehensive like he had crossed a line.


“No,” I said. "No plans except Netflix. Care to join me?”


“Sure,” Matt said as he sat down on the couch. “What were you planning on watching?”


“I was thinking about Outlaw King, with Chris Pine,” I said. “You know, the guy that plays Captain Kirk.”


“I have some friends who watched that. They really liked it. Honestly, I think they watched it for the nude scene everyone was talking about.” Matt laughed as he said that.


“I heard about that, too,” I said as I walked into the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink?”


“How about a beer,” Matt said casually.


“Not,” I said laughing. “You’re still 18, not 21. I could get in trouble at the base if I gave you a beer?”


“Who would find out?” Matt asked getting up from the couch and coming over to stand by me.


“Probably no one,” I said with a smile. “But the answer is still no.” Matt was standing pretty close to me. Not quite eye level with me. I noticed. He definitely has that runners build. I’m a bit more muscular though.


“And you would get into some serious trouble?”


“Yeah,” I said. “Regardless of me knowing you, it’s not going to happen.”


“I understand,” Matt said, looking a little disappointed. “But there is one thing I don’t understand.”


“What’s that?” I asked looking at him. I then realized that he was standing right next to me.


“If you can get into so much trouble for that,” he said, looking me in the eyes. It was kind of unnerving. Totally out of character for him. “Then why have you been fucking my mother for the past 3 years?”


I dropped my can of beer on the floor and my mouth fell open. It was like I was gut punched. “What?” Even in my shock, that sounded weak.


“If you can get into so much trouble,” he said, “why are you fucking my mother?” He pulled out his phone and did something on the keyboard and turned it around to me.


There was a picture of me with a hard on. He flipped through a series of photos of me and then some texts.


“How did you get these?” I asked.


“At least you weren’t stupid enough to deny it,” Matt said putting his phone away. “Also, I have made back ups of these and have them hidden in a safe spot. If something happens to me, they will get sent to my dad and your commanding officer.”


My brain was just starting process this. This 18 year old, effeminate kid, who runs track, knows I’ve been fucking his mother for the past 3 years.


“What do you want? I’ll stop fucking her. I’m sorry about that, Matt. Sometimes adults…”


“Good God, shut up.” Matt said way more forcefully than I ever heard him talk before. “I want you to keep fucking her. She’s been totally happy ever since you guys have been fucking. Life is better this way. Even dad has noticed. He thinks it’s him. I’m okay to let him keep thinking that.”


I Let out a sigh.


“If,” Matt said. My breath caught in my throat.


“If?” I said hoarsely.


“If I get what I want,” Matt said.


“What do you want?” I asked.


“Your pictures show you’re hung pretty well. You told mom in an early text that you are 9 x 5 inches. Is that true?”


Again, it felt like the ground fell out from under me. I pulled a chair out and sat in it. Matt came and stood in front of me. I was looking at his stomach as he talked to me.


“Is it true?” He asked again. Numbly, I nodded yet. “I want to see it.”


“What?” I asked not believing what I heard.


“I said I want to see it.” Matt was standing with his legs a little further apart and I noticed a huge cock imprint running down his left leg.
 

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“Why?” I asked just staring at that imprint.


“Because you are the only man I know with a cock that is bigger than my size.” He said desperately. “The guys tease me in the locker room. Girls can’t even get their hands around it. I can’t even get a blow job because it won’t fit in a girl’s mouth. But you have a longer cock than I do. You know how to handle one. You know how to stroke one.”


“You want me to show you how I masterbate?” I asked wrenching my gaze from his imprint to his face.


“No, I want you to masterbate me and blow me.” He said spreading his legs a little more. That movement made me look back at his pants. There was now a stain at the end of the imprint.


“I’m not gay, Matt,” I said getting angry.


“I don’t care. I will keep your secret, Jim, but it comes at price. Tonight, I want to see your cock and have you masterbate and blow me.”


“That’s not going to happen, Jim,” I said standing up. “You need to leave. Now.”


“If I leave both my dad and your commanding officer will know about you fucking my mother. Do you want that?” He said looking me in the eyes. Where did this inner strength come from?? He may look effeminate but he’s far from being effeminate.


“No,” I said softly. “I don’t.”


“Then pull your shorts down. I want to see your cock.”


I slowly pulled my shorts down and let them fall to my ankles.


“Put your hands behind your head.”


“What?” I said. Even that sounded stupid to me.


“I saw it in a porn. Put your hands behind your head and keep them there,” he said.


This is fucking humiliating, I thought to myself. The 18 year old kid from next door, has me half naked with my hands behind my back and he’s inspecting my cock like he’s buying something. He’s standing directly in front of me and squeezing my cock like it’s a roll of Charmin.


“It’s not as big as I thought,” he said.


“It’s not hard, Matt. I’m not exactly horny,” I said lowering my hands.


“I didn’t tell you to move your hands. Put them back,” he ordered.


It must be the Army part of me, but I obeyed instantly. “Good,” he said.


“Why aren’t you horny? I feel like I’m about to explode in my pants!” He sounded whiny. Whiny and desperate.


“Because I am not gay, Matt. I’m not finding this sexy at all. It’s actually a bit humiliating,” I said confidently. Maybe this will bring him to his senses.


“I’ve read every text you sent to my mother, Jim. You had no problem humiliating my dad to my mom. You even sent her that picture of you leaking right after it. She even said she’d be right over.”


“That was different,” I said.


“How is it different?”


“Because I was the one doing the humiliation,” I spat out. “Being in power is a big turn on for me.”


“Well, now I have the power,” Matt said. “You’re going to masterbate me and your going to blow me. I need this! I need it now!” He reached out, put his hand on my shoulder and said, “Get on your knees.”


Again, the Army in me obeyed, much to my inner shock. I’m a fucking Captain. And this 18 year old has me on my knees in front of him. I still had my hands behind my head. He reached down, placed his hands on my hands, trapping them there and pulled me onto that imprint. And that spot had grown. A LOT!


My face was on his imprint and I was still processessing this. “Fucking lick me.” He gasped as he pulled me in tighter. I had to move my head a little to open my mouth and start licking him through his levi’s. I could smell that leakage. I started licking that imprint. I was at the half way point and started to lick up. I could feel the texture of the levi’s on my tongue. Matt tried to pull me tighter and he started moaning.


“Yesss…oh God Yessss.” Over and over. I got to the top and started working my way back down. As I licked, I could feel his cock expand.


Then relax.


Then expand.


As I got closer to that spot, and it was STILL growing, I could smell that musty smell. As I got to his head, he breathed, “Lick it. Oh God, lick it!” I licked there, concentrating on that head imprint. “Faster,” he breathed. I started to lick it faster. He held me there and I could feel more leaking from him. The smell was so much stronger! “Suck that spot,” he breathed.


I started to inhale. I got some flavor on my tongue but he just held me even tighter. Then he let go of my hands.


“Pull my pant’s down, Jim,” he ordered. Like my hands knew what he was expecting, because they just went to his pants before he said anything.


I undid his top button. Just looking at that imprint in front of me.


I undid the second one. That’s when I felt his pubic hair. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. I don’t know why that shocked me. There’s no way that imprint could be there if he was wearing any. I undid the rest and slowly started to peel his pants down.


I saw the base of his shaft. It was thick!


I kept peeling his pants down and more of his cock started to show. The Intelligence Officer in me started that mental comparison. He’s definitely thicker than I am! As I peeled his pants down and more and more of his thick cock was shown, it turned out he gets thicker the closer to the top of his cock.


Jesus, I thought to myself. No wonder he gets teased! This is monster thick!


Finally, the head pops free. Matt breaths out huskily and there is a long string of precum at the end.


I am eyeball to cock and I’m shocked. This effeminate looking track star has a monster cock!


“How…,” I stammer, “how big is this?”

“8 x 8 at it’s thickest,” he breathers. “Oh God, I feel so good. This is so good, Jim.” He takes his left hand, grabs his cock by the base and then leans closer to me and starts to run his cock all over my face. I feel that stream of leakage on my forehead, my cheeks, under my nose. And it is still leaking!


“Jim,” He breaths. Again, my hands anticipate his next command and my left hand grabs him at the base of his cock. My right hand, instinctively, it seems goes for the thickest part. My fingers can’t even touch themselves at that part. Again, the Intelligence Officer in me notices that he is uncut as I start to stroke him


“Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” Matt starts moaning over and over again. “Lick my head. Lick it and swallow it.”


I lick the head and feel it jump. A thicker stream starts coming out. I run my tongue over the head, making him stand up on his toes. I lick under the head and am rewarded with a pulse of leakage that lands on my nose.


“Put it in your mouth….” He says.


I open my mouth as wide as I can and take in the head, licking it. “AAAHHHHH,” He clasps his hands against the back of my head. I know he’s close and he’s going to do what I do, fuck my mouth.


I can’t fight him and I am to nervous to relax. Then he pulls me onto his cock more and my mouth is stretch wide! Now, I have an idea on how my wife feels when I do this to her but she does it effortlessly. I can feel my mouth twitch.


“Oh God. Oh God. OH GOD!!!!!” With each those words he fucks deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I hold onto the back of his legs. He starts going faster and faster and deeper. He hits something in the back of my throat and I start to gag but after each gag he’s deeper until he is lodged at the back of my throat and can’t go any deeper and he’s still not all the way in my mouth!


And then it happens. He starts shooting! OOOOOHHHH GGGGGGGOOOODDDD!!!!!!


He locks my head in place and fills my mouth and it triggers my gag reflex. I started gagging but his cock is there and not moving. I heave once and it goes back down. But some find its way into my nose.

My eyes start to water from that burn.


I heave again and some makes it past his cock and stays in my mouth but starts to leak out.


I heave again and he pulls his cock out.


I collapse onto my hands. I am breathing deeply. Fast. I have his cum and my gagging dripping out of my mouth. I also felt him shoot down my throat.


Something is running out my nose.


My eyes are watering fierce and shut tight.


I feel Matt stand closer to me and then he starts to wipe his cock off in my hair.


He then stops, lifts my chin up, I can feel his legs shaking.


“Open your mouth,” he said.


I obey and he puts his cock back in my mouth.


“Clean it,” he says. Still in daze I start to. I also realize he is still hard! I take as much as I can in my mouth until it’s clean. I then start to lick the rest of it. I faintly notice he is rubbing my head and cheek.


Finally, he pulls away. Then sits down in front of me, breathing heavy.


“That…that was amazing!” He smiles at me and there is a glow around him. A glow I know very well from fucking a woman and leaving her breathless and me feeling like a King.


“Are we good?” I ask. Sitting back on my haunches.

Matt stands up, pulls his pants up and says, “For now. You keep fucking my mother. You’re not to change that at all. But we are just getting started.” He pats me on my head and then heads home.


“Fuck,” is all I can think at this point.
 

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“You can relax your hands, Jim,” he says. As if they have a mind of their own, they reach up and lower down his, FUCK, MY, underwear. He’s cock starts to grow and get hard. I hear him clacking on the keyboard as I lick the head of his cock until it’s fully erect and I’d have to lean up to get it. Fuck, he said it’s 8 x 8 and I believe it! That thickness….I thought mine was good at 5 inches thick.

“Suck on my nuts, Jim,” he says, his eyes never looking down. Just expecting me to obey.

Because I will.

Because I have no choice.

I get a little closer. He spreads his legs. Still not looking down. I have to look up at him, while I suck and lick his balls.

Naked

Hard

Not caring at all that I’m here. Just expecting me to obey.

And I am.

Fuck!

“Make sure you are always looking up at me,” He says.

“Yes, Sir,” I say as I tongue his balls with the flat of my tongue. He reached down and gives me a rub on the head. Crap, that was for me calling him Sir. I didn’t even have to! And he rewarded me. I feel the hair on his balls. I take his closet ball and try to get it into my mouth. Fuck, even his balls are large. I then suck on it and gently pull away feeling the ball pull away and his hair in-between my lips and then they fall free.

Something hits me on the nose.

He’s leaking again. I start to lick up the shaft to catch it as it comes down.

“Stay on my balls,” he orders. I quickly go back to them. I hear him do a few more clicks on the keyboard. “Hey, I need your credit card to place this order.”

“What?” I say. “I’m not buying you underwear. You can do that on your own.”

“You’re going to buy me this order, Jim. Otherwise, my dad and your commanding officer will get those texts,” he said looking down at me with that stare. This time, it doesn’t work.

“You won’t do that,” I said standing up and looking down at him. This reminds me that I am taller, barely, than he is.

“The Hell I won’t, Jim.”

“No, you won’t,” I said forcefully. “And here’s the reasons why. One, if you do that, you lose your only opportunity to live out all of your sexual fantasies. Two, if you do that, you lose out on learning how to use that fucking monster cock of yours. Three, if you do that, you lose your cocksucker. Are you really willing to lose all of that simply because you’re too cheap to buy your own God damned underwear?”

Again, that real, genuine, smile, erupted across his face. That’s twice now and it throwing me for a loop.

“What?” I say angrily. “What are you smiling about?”

Still keeping that smile, he reaches up and sets his hand against my face.

“Thank you,” he says, still smiling. I’m still angry but I’m cooling down. “You’re a smart man, Jim. You’ll figure it out, eventually. Now, follow me to the bathroom,” he says as he reaches down and grabs his, MY, underwear. “I’m going to keep these, too, if you don’t mind,” he says, not even bothering to look back at me.

We get to the master bathroom.

“Get in the shower,” he says. I get in the shower. Get on my knees with my hands behind my back. He moves to the door, grabs his cock at the base and spreads his legs a little.

OH FUCK NO!

He leans forward a little and I watch, as if in slow motion, his piss blasts out. He pisses on my cock. And I hear it splatter off my body and onto the shower floor. The smell is strong! I hold my breath. The pissing stops. “Keep breathing, boy. This is one of my fantasies.” I nod my head, hold it down and start to breath again.

A few seconds goes by.

Then a few more.

I look up at him and he unloads a stream right onto my face.

I feel hit my forehead and start down my cheeks.

I smell it even stronger now.

He moves the stream onto my head.

Into my hair.

Across my lips.

I feel it running down my chest, through my abs.

Back down, over my cock.

Suddenly, the stream stops.

“Look at me, boy,” he orders. All this time, my arms never left parade rest. Fuck. Army obedience.

I look up at him.

“I’m going to give you a choice. I can finish up pissing either in your mouth or somewhere else on your body.”

“Somewhere else,” I reply automatically. I can taste some piss that did get in my mouth. I don’t want any more of that!

“Put your face down, in the drain, then use your hands to pull apart your ass cheeks,” he commands. Crap, I’m now face first in his piss as it’s draining past me. And then it hits me. My ass is exposed! I’ve never liked my ass touched or rimmed. And now, this 18 year old is going to try and fuck me! This past day, all he’s been concentrating on is a blowjob. Even though he said I was going to be his sex toy, I thought it was just oral. I’ll never take that thing in my ass!

This position reminds me of my waterboard training. I was so scared that day. I’m that scared again!

Roughly, I feel him run his hand up and down my ass.

I take a deep breath, instinctively, and breathe in the scent of his piss.

He slaps my ass with his cock. It’s floppy. Thank God. It’s not that hard monster!

I feel him, while his piss is now floating around my head trying to get to the drain. He places his head against my hole.

“Relax,” he says calmly.

Ican’tIcan’tIcan’tIcan’t, I tell myself in complete fear. He’s going to rip me open! I’m back in training!!

Then I feel him push against me. I catch my breath and close my eyes.

I feel something wet, and hard with force, hit my hole. I clench even harder!

I realize he’s trying to piss in my ass. When I realize that, I suddenly become calm and my hole relaxes.

And gives just a little.

Just enough to let some of the stream in. I don’t even know what to think. Just that I am happy he’s not fucking me!

A few more moments and then he stops pissing.

“Turn around,” he says. I quickly turn around. Hands at parade rest. “Good,” he says, patting my cheek. Then realizing his hand is coated in his piss, he reaches out and grabs a towel and wipes his hand on it. “Clean my cock, boy.”

I’m so numb with relief that he didn’t try to fuck me that I take his deflating cock in one hand and put it in my mouth. As much as I can. I don’t even know how much I get in there.

But I suck on it.

Tasting his piss

I lick it.

Tasting his sweat.

I pull it out and lick all inside his hood.

Smelling that musty, piss smell and tasting some of it that was trapped in his foreskin.

“That’s the type of enthusiasm I want to see from now on, is that understood?” He asks looking down at me.

“Yes, Sir,” I say looking up at him. I’m shaking. And I’m not sure if it’s with fear because I know, at some point he is going to fuck me. Or with relief, because he didn’t fuck me now.

“Good,” he says, rubbing my head. He then dries his hand again on the towel.

“Mother is going out of town this weekend, starting Friday, to go see dad,” he says, finishing drying his hand, then placing the towel over my head so I can’t see him, “I want to fuck your wife that night. I want you there, too.”

“Sir, I don’t know if I can make that happen,” I said. He wants to fuck Char! He wants to fuck her in front of me!

He reaches under the towel, under my chin, and tilts my head up.

I still can’t see him!

“I know you’re shaking because you thought I was going to fuck you, Jim.” He says. “And I plan on fucking you. Long. Hard. Without mercy. But only when the time is right. If I have to fuck you, before then, as a punishment, you will not like that, is that understood?”

“Sir, yes, Sir,” I said, forcefully. Suddenly, I’m back in my waterboard training.

“Thank you for the underwear and making me smile two times,” he said. “It’s quarter to nine, Jim. You need to get to base. Luckily, it’s not too far.”

I hear him walk out of the bathroom. A few minutes later, I hear the front door close.

I did something that made him smile.

Twice.

I was face first in his piss.

I’m covered with his piss.

I’m now kneeling in his piss.

He wants to fuck me.

He wants to fuck Char.

He wants to fuck Char in front of me.

Fuck.
 

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“Jim, is that you?”


It’s Charlotte. She’s home.


My cock rages to full mast!


Oh, thank God!


I turn the shower off, step out to the sink and start to dry my face and hair. Can’t let her suspect that I got throat raped by our neighbor’s son! Even thinking that, my hard on didn’t go down because…


Charlotte’s home!


I’m going to fuck her and fuck her like it was our honeymoon!


“Char, I’m in the bathroom.” I grab some Listerine and start to gargle as she enters.


“Well, someone’s happy to see me,” she says looking me up and down.


I spit the Listerine into the sink and fill the glass with water.


“You have no idea how glad I am to see you,” I say as I flex my hard on up and down.


“Your voice sounds a different. Are you coming down with something?” She asks as she glides her way over to me, reaching out to gently stroke my huge hard on.


I can’t very well tell her I got throat raped.


By an 18 year old.


With the thickest cock I’ve ever seen.


“No, I just ate some chicken, earlier. Went down wrong,” You have no idea, I thought, as I start to drink the water.


“Hopefully, you didn’t get a bone stuck in there,” she said as she starts to grip my cock.


I spew the water onto the mirror. Coughing.


“Oh my God! Are you okay?” She asks letting go of my cock.


“I’m fine. Nothing that some of your pussy juice won’t cure,” I say as I pick her up and bring her to the bed and set her down. We’re Frenching the entire way. I bend down a little, cradling her head in my hand as I kiss her.


I force my tongue into her mouth and hers quickly fights with mine. I take my right hand and bring it down to her breast and start to play with it. She starts to moan.


My cock gets harder. She reaches out and grabs my cock, again. Squeezing it hard. Letting it go.


Squeezing it hard.


Letting it go.


We’re both breathing hard against each other.


I use my hands to take off her blouse. She stops grabbing my cock and lifts her arms above her head. As I lift up and the blouse, it momentarily blocks her vision. I keep it there and dive onto her breasts through her bra.


I start licking.


Nibbling .


Sucking on each breast. Her breathing gets shallower and shallower. She loves kink and being blindfolded. I can smell her. She’s getting wet.


I remove her blouse and afterwards, she removes her bra. I lift her up and she wraps her legs around me, trapping my cock between us. We still are tongue fighting each other.


She rakes her fingers up and down my spine.


God, I love that!


She grinds herself into me. Her hands on my back. My hands on her ass, kneading each cheek.


We break apart.


“Take those God damn pants off,” I order her as I take my left hand and run them down the front of her pants. I can feel the heat and press hard against it, making her moan a bit more. As she lowers them, my hand finds its way to her lips.


I bring my juice coated hand to my mouth and suck them. Her eyes never leave mine. I take the same hand, reach over and cover her mouth.


“Smell them.” She closes her eyes and breaths deeply. My other hand starts grabs my cock at the base and runs it up and down from her pussy lips.


She still is breathing fast.


“You like that?” I ask her.


“Yes,” she says.


“I’m sorry I didn’t hear you. Do you like that?!” I say in my old Drill Instructor voice.


“Yes, Sir!” She says louder.


“Get on your back, head over the edge.” I whisper in her ear. By now, my cock is flat against my abs. It hasn’t been that hard in years and leaking like I’m a virgin again.


I place both legs on each side of her head, position my cock at her mouth and as she opens it, I slowly sink into it.


One inch. Nice.


Two inches. Her tongue is caressing my shaft.


Three inches. I lean over her and start to lick her clit. Her legs jump a little as she moans around my long cock.


Four inches. I stop, so she can catch her breath and start to dive into her pussy with my tongue. Her legs lift up a little and try to encircle my head. This brings her ass to me and I start to play with that with my right hand.


Now, I start to pump in and out of her mouth.


Pump out, I feel her lips pucker against my shaft and her tongue raking it.


Pump in, her lips loosen up but I am getting further into her.


I keep going, getting faster with my pumping and tonguing her pussy and fingering her ass.


She’s being assaulted on all three fronts. There is constant pussy juice running out of her. I’m using it as lube for fingering her ass.


Finally, I am balls deep in her mouth and she is taking it like the champion cock sucker she is. I hold it there for ten seconds then stand up and pull out of her.


My cock is coated with her saliva. She is still a bit dazed and I turn her around. It’s been a while since I’ve fucked her like this.


I place my huge, coated cock at her pussy.


And ram it in!


Her entire body clenches as if it’s paralyzed. It’s so tight, I can’t move my cock. It’s trapped!


Then


The shaking starts.


Her entire body starts to twitch.


Her nipples are standing straight up.


Her pussy is contracting and expanding around my cock so much and so tight that it hurts!


Then, she starts to scream!


OOOOOOHHHHHHH MMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYY GGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOODDDD!!!!


She let’s loose more pussy juice than I have ever seen her release.


My cock starts shooting into her.


I’m breathing rapidly.


Sweat is pouring off of me.


I look down and see her juice wash out some of my cum.


I pull my cock out and dive back in there.


She reflexively encircles my head with her legs as I keep eating her.


nonononononononononononononononononononononoOOOOOOOOHHHHHH GOD!


And another wave crashes into my face. Her legs drop down.


I feel myself shoot again!


I stand up and shoot the rest onto her clit.


Then I go back down on her clit.


She tries to lift her legs again, but I hold them down as I nibble, suck and pull on her clit with my teeth.


She has another orgasm.


Then the room is silent.


I crawl on top of her. Place my softening cock against her pussy lips and start to grind as she makes some low noises and twitches.


She opens her eyes and we slowly start to kiss.


“Where did that come from?” She asks me with a smile on her face.


“Where it always comes from,” I said as I kissed her. “From the heart.”


She kisses me back, “I love you, Jim.”


“I love you, too, Char,” I said as we start to spoon and fall asleep.


After sex, especially with a powerful orgasm, Char always falls right asleep. Nothing can wake her up.


Me, I still need to unwind. I think of everything that happened tonight. From Matt to Charlotte. I kept telling Matt that I am not gay, I just proved that by fucking my wife <dick throb>.


Down boy.


I never thought of Matt being gay. Then I replayed all that happened to me with Matt.


I’ve got to stop over thinking this crap.


But I can’t. It’s what I do!


What I just did to Char <dick throb>. Down boy.


Matt did to me. And he will want more.


Fuck, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.
 

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I wake up, spooning next to Char. My soft cock nestled in her ass cheeks. My right hand on her breast. I nuzzle into her neck and start to play with her nipple. My cock starts to wake up.


I, slowly and gently, roll her nipple between my thumb and index finger. Feeling it start to stiffen up. She slowly starts to arch her back. My cock slips from her ass cheeks as it gets into the floppy hard state.


I reach down and slowly draw it down her ass cheek and place the head just inside her pussy. It’s still wet from last night. I reach back around and start to play with her nipple again.


She let’s out a sigh. As my cock starts to move from that floppy hard state to its full length, it starts to penetrate inside Char as it grows. I gently rock my hips back and forth, getting deeper into her.


She arches, again, and stretches her hand and places it down on my ass cheek.


She turns her head to me, smiling with that morning glow, “Mmmmm, morning, stud.”


“Morning, beautiful,” I say, as I kiss her and keep going slowly in and out of her.


“This is the way to wake up,” she says, smiling. “Go easy this morning. I’m a bit stiff from last night.”


“Easy it is,” I smile. We keep spooning, as I gently go back and forth, into and out of her. By now, my cock is fully hard. She’s getting wetter, making it easier for me to do this. I take my hand from her nipple, and, with my nails, scrap down to her pussy.


I run my fingers all around her lips, every now and then putting two fingers on either side of my cock, as if helping to guide it in. But mostly, I go slow and play with her lips and clit. They are so full and tantalizing.


As I pull my cock back, to her entrance, she pulls away, slightly. As I slowly go back in, she pushes back, just as gently. We do this and I hear her breathing change. I can feel her pussy start to tighten up on my cock.


Keeping the same pace, I start to flick her clit.


Her pussy tightens and my cock throbs along with it.


I downstroke out of her and feel her walls grip my cock not wanting to be left empty. I start the upstroke and feel those same walls, that tried to keep my cock from leaving, give slightly <dick throb> as I push back into her.


I push all the way in and hold it there, pressing a little harder into her and flex my cock against those tightening walls. They spasm and my cock begins to shoot.


Once – I feel a long rope shoot out of me and Char starts breathing quicker.


Twice – Her walls start to milk my cock as her orgasm begins. She’s mewing softly.


Three – I feel her juice along the shaft of my cock. Like a warm shower.


Four – Her walls start to slow down.


Five – My last rope fills her.


I slip out of her and move myself down to her pussy. I love eating her just after she orgasms. She’s so vibrant and sensitive.


I start to eat her and her legs, instinctively, begin to wrap around my head. I hold them down as I flick her clit once with my tongue and then begin to lick my way up her body. I get to her face and start to softly kiss her.


After a few moments, we break the kiss.


“Hi,” I say with a goofy grin.

“Hi,” she says. “We haven’t had sex like this, or last night, in a long time. What made you so horny?”


To myself I said, You don’t want to know. To her I said, “I was just really horned up from remembering how we used to fuck when we were first dating. I think, because of work, we’ve both gotten a bit routine. So I wanted to do something for the both of us.”


“Yeah, I’ve felt the same way, but I didn’t know how to tell you with us working such different hours. Jesus, look at the time,” she said. “I need to get showered and ready before rush hour hits.”


She gets out of bed and heads into the shower. Wow, I didn’t know Char felt that way. That was just something I thought up, on the spur of the moment. Being in intelligence, I learned a long time ago how to either stretch the truth or bend it to suit my needs. But, now that I think about it, we have been pretty dull sex wise. And our schedules haven’t been very convenient for either of us.


I get up and throw on a pair of shorts. Wednesdays, I can get to the base by 10 AM. That’s when the regimental intelligence divisions have their weekly meeting.


I head over to the kitchen and start to make some coffee. I grab a bagel and some cream cheese and start to eat. I make two for Char and set them in a bag for her. Fifteen minutes later, Char is there, looking pretty damned good for such a short amount of time. I kiss her, again.


“I’ve made you a snack for the road,” I said handing her the bag.


“Thank you,” she says, kissing me back. She takes the bag and heads off. I watch her drive off in her Corvette. We both have one. Mine is black. Hers is sun yellow.


I head back to the kitchen to my bagel and coffee. I grab my phone and start reading what’s going on in the world. But, also, in the back of my mind, replaying what Char said, too. A few minutes later, there’s a knock on my front door.


I am still reading the news on the phone as I walk to the door. I look out and my breath catches.


It’s Matt.


Fuck.
 

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I crawl towards him on the bed. He stopped rocking his cock back and forth. My jaw is sore from him forcing it in but it’s a dull sore. I grab his cock at the base and he places both his hands behind his head. He glances at the clock. It’s 7:30 AM. Crap. He’s got all the time in the world.

I put my other hand on top of the other and he still has cock exposed. He’s definitely hung. The only reason I can wrap my top hand around his cock is because it’s soft now. Last night, I couldn’t even feel my fingers touch last night.

I slowly bring my head down to his cock head. Jesus, it’s big and has that fresh semen smell. His foreskin catches his leaking and it pools there. I look up at him.

The fucker is in total control and loving it.

When I do this to women, I love it, too. Now, I know how they feel. He radiates confidence.

He nods at me and I take my tongue, fuck! I ASKED for permission and he gave it, I lick that puddle and swallow it.

“Take your tongue and clean along the inside of my hood, Jim,” he says. He’s not even looking anymore. His eyes are closed. He knows he is in control. I stick my tongue under his hood and lick around. It’s filled with leakage and some uneven spots. He moves his left hand down to my head and begins to rub my head. Like I used to do when I had a dog and rewarded him with a rub. Fuck. Positive reinforcement. I continue to lick the inside of his hood clean.

His cock has shrunk some more. Now it’s totally engulfed by both my hands. He opens his eyes, “Get on your knees.” I rearrange myself.

He gets on his knees and knee walks to me. We’re knee to knee. In this position, he can look me right in the eyes. He reaches out and lifts my cock. It’s been limp the entire time. He moves closer and places his cock next to mine.

Mine is thinner than his but, soft, we both seem to be the same length. Luckily, I know I am longer than him when fully hard.

He slowly starts to jack me, never looking anywhere but my face. I had broken eye contact when he moved our cocks next to each other. After a few minutes, he stops jacking me.

“Why aren’t you hard?” He asks me. Still looking at me.

“Because I’m not turned on, Matt. I’m a bit humiliated. I’m not gay. My best friends’ son is blackmailing me for sex,” I said, returning that look. “I never thought you were gay, Matt.”

“Best friend’s son, my ass,” he said looking right back at me. “If he WAS your best friend, you wouldn’t be fucking his wife.” I wince at that. “Yeah, that’s why I have you by the balls. As hairless as they are.”

“Matt,” I begin.

“Shut up. Just fucking shut up before I force my cock down your throat again.” He says. I don’t want that forced down my throat again. I wouldn’t have believed it if I didn’t see it, but that stare just got deadlier. I don’t know how to react to THIS Matt. This isn’t the kid who grew up next door. This one is holding a grudge for my affair with his mother. And he is starting to scare me.

“To answer your question, I’m not gay.”

“Oh really? I say sarcastically. “Forcing me to blow you, suck on your balls, eat your cum, isn’t gay?”

“No, it’s not. As far as I’m concerned, you’re just a living sex toy for me to experiment on and learn from. I told you last night, you’re the only man I know with a cock bigger than mine. So, I’m going to learn from you, use your body as I see fit, so I can learn how to use my cock to the best of my abilities. Every fantasy I’ve had, I am going to try out on you first, Jim. I’m glad you’re not gay, Jim. That way, when I get you hard in my presence, when you eventually get hard on your own, in my presence, when I get you addicted to my cock, my body, my scent, I know I’ve mastered how to use this.”

As he was speaking, my breath was catching. His eyes never left mine. He said it so matter of fact.

He has a plan.

And I’m the guinea pig.

He wants to turn me into his own personal sex toy.

I’m going to be molded into what HE wants.

And there’s not a damn thing I can do to stop him.

And it’s already happening!

Something pokes me in the stomach. His dick got hard again as he was talking. This is turning him on. Power does that. I know because it’s a turn on for me, too. I just never thought I’d be on the receiving end of it.

Without breaking eye contact, he grabs his cock and mine and I feel them side by side. “Look down, Jim,” he orders.

I look down. His hardening cock is next time mine. The tip of my cock isn’t close to his body. His is longer at this point and thicker. Mine looks so much smaller than his right now. But if I get hard and show him that I am longer, he wins because I am getting hard in his presence.

Crap, I lose either way!

“You’re lucky it’s 8 am. Now, we need to finish up,” he says.

“We…we’re not done?” I stammer. Still trying to process his goals and my role in them. How much more of his cock does he want me to suck?

“You’ll never be done with me, Jim, until I say we’re done.” He says getting off the bed. Christ, that cock is sticking up at a 45-degree angle. “But right now, I want to see your underwear drawer.”

“What for?” I ask, getting off the couch.

“You don’t need to know that,” he says, “you just need to obey.” He takes his cock by the base and smacks it into the palm of his other hand.

“Matt,” I say, do I sound like I’m pleading with him? “For me to better teach you, I need to know the reasons why.” He looks at me for a few moments with that stare and I feel my breath catch. Suddenly, he smiles. A real, genuine, smile. His entire attitude transforms.

“Thank you, Jim,” he says. I am supposed to be smart, but this kid has had me confused ever since this started. “You’re right. I want to see what kind of underwear you wear. I can’t wear anything from the local stores. I want to see what you have and see how they fit.”

“That’s all,” I ask, bewildered. I walk over to the dresser and he follows. Suddenly, I’m in charge. That makes me feel better. Or is that what he wants me to feel? Shit, I’m so fucking confused. I pull out a couple pairs. Basic colors, white, black, blue and red. “Here I say.”

He looks at them and asks, “Why the different colors?”

“Some colors help to either hid my bulge or show it off. What’s your waist size?”

“30,” he says looking at the black pair. He picks them up and starts to put them on. His hard on deflated as we were talking. He puts them on. “Damn, these do feel good. I don’t feel like I’m being strangled down there.”

I reach over and say, “Let me help just a little.” I reach into his underwear, why am I calling it his, and rearrange him a little. Then step back.

“Damn,” he says, looking down. “They feel so right against me. But the waist is a bit loose.”

“That’s because those are bigger in the waist. They’re for me, remember. But I do have an older pair I keep around. Let me get them for you.” Why am I volunteering this?? Maybe it’s because this is such a basic thing but for guys like us, we need something beyond basic. So, he’s right to come to me for this advice. Son of a bitch! Am I now justifying, to myself, that it’s right to help him?

I dig a little deeper and bring out an older pair that I had for a long time. I hand them to him. “Try these on,” I say. He looks at me for a few seconds. I look back at him and he nods his head down. Crap. And here I thought we were done with that for today. ‘You’ll never be done with me, Jim, until I say we’re done,’ those words echoing in my head from earlier.

I get on my knees in front of him. He clears his throat and gives another nod down. This time, he juts out his hips. The fucker is making me take his, MY, FUCK, underwear off of him. I reach out with both hands and slowly pull them down. I even reach in to make sure nothing bunches under his balls, as that’s happened to me, before. He rubs my head again. FUCK.

This time, he puts on the underwear. He then rearranges himself. “Damn, these fit nice! What brand are they, Jim?” he asks while looking down at his package and then turning his head to see his ass. As he does that, his bulge is profiled. I hate to say it, but it’s impressive in his, MY, underwear.

“That company went out of business years ago,” I said. He looked a little crestfallen. “But you can order the first one you put on, online. I can show you the website.”

“You can?” he asks enthusiastically. Now, THAT is the Matt that I grew up with.

“I can,” I said. “Come over to my workstation.” I lead the way, feeling good, for some reason. I take him into the den. The curtains are closed as I like it a bit dark when I work.

“Oh, cool!” Matt exclaims. “You have a standing workstation. Those are awesome!”

“Yes, they are,” I said smiling. “Here. Let me pull up the website so you can look it over.” Since I have it favorited, it’s easy to do. I step aside to let Matt begin to look it over. He comes over and starts looking at the home page.

“On your knees, in front of me, Jim,” he says. Crap. Back to this. I get on my knees in front of him, hands behind my back. He reaches down and rubs my head. “Good, you know now that’s the position for you. Naked, on your knees and hands behind your back.”

Crap, he has already begun to mold me and I’ve ALREADY fallen into a pattern! My face is directly in front of his package. And it’s getting bigger. There’s already a stain from him starting to leak. Shit, how much does he produce.


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“Take off my shorts,” he says. I kneel down, remove his shirt from his waist band, and drop it to the floor. He reaches down, cups my chin in his hand and pulls my head, while I am still kneeling. “Never drop my clothing on the floor like it’s a rag. Pick it up, fold it, and set it down.” Again, that calm, voice but intense eyes.


“Sorry, Sir,” there was no mistaking THAT, either! I reach over and take his shirt, fold it neatly, even though it’s sweated through, and set it down. With out needing to be reminded, fucking Army training, I reach up and pull his shorts down. He steps out of them, spreads his legs a little wider, as I fold his shorts.


Again, I am eye level with his cock. This time, I also notice his balls. Low hangers. Tarzan could swing from those fuckers. His cock is between that limp and floppy hard stage. His foreskin covering the head. I sit there for a moment, unsure what to do. He fixes that.


“Get on the bed, Jim.” I sit on the edge of the bed looking at him. “Lay down, on your back, with your head at the foot board. I do as I am told. Jesus.


Matt gets on the bed, standing over me for a moment, cock getting hard, now. Fuck, that’s impressive from this angle, I think. I also think if others thought the same about my cock.


Matt turns around and slowly starts to lower his ass to my face. Oh, shit!


I put a hand up on his ass to stop him from lowering it. “I don’t eat ass, Matt.”


Matt quickly turns around and sits on my upper chest. His cock is hardening and sticking out now. He grips it at the base and starts to smack my mouth and nose with it. Leakage spew out of it with every smack. I put my hands down. At least I can suck him off again. My God, is that how I am rationalizing this now???


Matt has that intense look in his eyes and I can’t break contact with him. “There’s a lot of things you didn’t use to do, Captain.”


“Is,” he smacks my face with his cock. “That” Smack. “Under.” Smack. “Stood?” Smack and he leaves it there. He’s leaking like he did last night all over my face.


“Sir,” I start to say. As soon as my mouth is open he shoves it in there. He grabs me by the ears and pulls me more onto his hardening cock. God, this is uncomfortable. I feel the back of my throat puddle up with his leakage.


“Yeah, I feel it filling your mouth with my leakage, Jim.” Matt says. “Now, swallow it.”


I do. He pulls his cock out. “Do I need to do that again?” He asks.


“No, Sir,” I say shaking my head.


“Good.” Matt says. He turns around, spreads his ass cheeks and plants his ass on my face. “Now, go to town like you did last night."


I do. I use the flat of my tongue, like I did on his pit. I lick around his hole. I lick his hole. I notice the scent is similar to his pit but richer. I Put my lips on his hole and suck, pulling it a little. He starts moaning. I feel his hole open a little. I curve my tongue into a U shape and penetrate that hole. AAAAAHHHHH, he moans loudly. I do that again. And again. And again. I keep him moaning and squirming.


“OHSHITOHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT,” he’s trying to keep his voice down but failing. “Put your head over the side of the bed. DO IT,” He orders as he jumps off me to the floor. I see him gripping his cock. It’s not fully hard. I can tell he’s trying to prevent himself from cuming.


As soon as he jumped off me, I did as I was ordered. FUCK. He saw me do this to Char last night. It’s my turn now. I hang my head over the side of the bed. He’s there like lightening. My mouth is already open. Jesus.


He shoves his semi into my mouth. As soon as my lips close on it, he shoots. And he fucks.


“Fucking swallow it all,” he breaths to me, trying to control his voice. I will my throat to open, like when I chug a beer.


And he shoots! Shove it in deep.


He pulls out and then shoves it back in again.


And he shoots! His cock goes deeper into my mouth.


He pulls back out and goes in deeper, getting to the back of my mouth, my tongue swirling around trying to help swallow his cum.


And he shoots!


I didn’t bother trying to count how many times he was shooting. I was too busy trying to swallow it all. I don’t know how long it lasted but he finally pulls out. Spent.


He shakily crawls on the bed. Turns around, back against the headboard, legs spread wide. I move to a sitting position at the end of the bed. He’s got that dazed look, but he is still stroking his cock. It’s now getting floppy hard and his foreskin is catching his leakage, still.


“Come here, Jim,” he says lightly, slowly moving his cock back and forth. “Come clean this.”


Fuck, I think.
 

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Quickly, heart racing, I turn on the shower.

FUCK

It’s cold water. At this point I don’t care. I need to wash this piss off of me and get to the door!

Fuck, I can’t believe I am racing to open the door for an 18 year old. I can’t have him pissed off at me. Every time I do something that upsets him, he’s found a way to make things worse!

Wash

Water in my mouth. Swish it around. Spit.

I run the water over my head, shaking it. Jesus, it’s cold!

With my eyes closed, as I shake my head, I reach over and turn off the shower. I open my eyes. Matt is standing in the doorway to the bathroom. I freeze.

Left hand on the controls for the shower. Me slightly bent forward, water dripping off of me.

Shit. There’s no expression on his face. I can’t tell what he is thinking.

“Knees,” he says, calmly.

My body takes over and instantly obeys. I hear a splash as my knees hit the shower floor. My hands snap back behind my back. My head lifts up slightly. My legs are spread slightly as I feel the head of my cock hit the tile on the shower floor.

Fuck

Fucking Army training. Instant obedience to his command. No, that’s not true. He’s been commanding me from day one. And I’ve been obeying. Fuck. He’s in my subconscious and my body instantly obeyed him when he showed up off guard.

At least some part of me knew what to do.

Shit, really, Jim?

“Sir, good morning,” I say, look at him. He’s wearing a green t-shirt that is conforming to his body. He has on a pair of running shorts that I haven’t seen him wear before. He’s bulging to the left. I notice that his legs are slightly hairy. His legs have some great definition from his years of running. He has on his running shoes and socks that come up to his ankle.

He walks over to me, still quiet, and stands in front of me. I am looking right at him and I still can’t read him! Fuck, I’ve instantly assessed interrogation targets with a 90% accuracy rating.

But for the man who owns me, I can’t read him. crap. I feel my hear start to beat faster. As he stands there, looking down at me. How can I please him better, if I can’t read him?

Really, Jim? You’re now trying to please him?

Yes, I am. I can’t take his punishments anymore!

“Sir?” I ask. What’s going through his mind.

“Why did I have to let myself in, boy?” He asks, looking at me. Face impassive. Fuck, he’d make a good interrogator.

“I, uh, was in the shower, Sir.” Obviously. “We woke up early. We lost track of time,” I say. “I normally take my shower while Char is sleeping.” Fuck, he can’t know that I was trying to wash off my piss, while he was at the door. He already likes it. Fuck, he’ll make that a morning staple!

He just stands there. Impassive. His bulge is getting bigger. Fuck. It’s snaking down to the opening. He’s getting turned on.

This I know how to handle.

“Let me help you, Sir,” I say as I slowly bring my hands from behind my back. Are they shaking? I am waiting for him to say no. Not hearing that, I get more confident. I put my hands on his shorts and slowly work them down.

His pubes start to show. I lean forward and start to lick them. I put my nose in them and take a deep breath. Smelling his musk. The top of his shaft is now showing. I start to work my way down his shaft as more and more of his cock is exposed.

It’s getting harder. I’m making it get harder. I feel a warm fuzzy in my chest. I am doing that! As his shorts get to his head, I move to capture it as soon as it’s free. Which I do! I hear his slight intake of breath as I start to lick his head.

I keep sliding his shorts down. As soon as they get to his ankles, he puts his hands on my shoulders, slowly pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. He lifts his left leg up and I slide his shorts over his foot. He puts his leg down and I repeat that with his right leg.

He stands back up and places his hands behind my head, interlocking the fingers. I am still holding on to his shorts. I start to fold them. I still remember his exact words from Wednesday:

“Never drop my clothing on the floor like it’s a rag. Pick it up, fold it, and set it down.”

He unlocks his fingers and caresses my head. He obviously is pleased that I remembered that. I go down further on his cock. I feel it hit the back of my throat. I set down his shorts, beside him. I bring my hands up to his balls.

I take my index finger of my left hand and start to stroke the backside of his balls. My right snakes behind him and works its way into his ass crack. I try to remember what Char did to me.

That gets a gasp of air from him. Encouraged, I suck more into my mouth. I relax my throat a little and he starts to get into my throat. I gag a little. I try to control it. It makes me remember that very first time when I couldn’t control my gag reflex. Fuck, was it only three days ago? I run my right hand into his ass crack. He spreads his legs apart and I get into his crack more. I am running my fingers up and down his crack. Then, I find his hole.

He thrusts into my throat as soon as I touch his hole. Another gasp escaping his mouth. He thrusts deeper into my throat. I am gagging more. I feel my mouth fill up. It has to be my throat slime. I slosh it around his cock. I feel that big vein under his cock. Damn, Char’s right.

That’s so sexy to feel.

I grab his balls in my left hand and start to squeeze them. He moans and tightens his hands on my head. He starts to pump faster into my mouth. Deeper. I’m gagging more.

I play with his hole. Rubbing my fingers over it. Every time I do, he thrusts into me harder. Making me gag more. He starts to pull out. I’m breathing fast, but not uncontrollably. I see his cock slimy from my throat.

I did that! A sense of pride fills me.

Then he slides in deeper than before.

I gag again. I feel my mouth fill up. It’s starting to come out of my mouth. He pulls back. I catch my breath. I remove my right hand from his hole and bring up to catch that slime. Coating my fingers. I squeeze his balls slightly harder and he goes deeper into me.

This time I mistime his thrust and my throat isn’t as open as it should be. I gag harder and more comes out of my mouth.

“Shiiiiitttttt,” he breaths. “That’s so fucking warm, boy. This is pure heaven.”

I feel an immense swelling of pride as I hear that. I get excited and want to please him more. I dive harder onto his cock. Getting more into my throat. This time I control the gagging and he goes deeper.

Then, with my slime covered fingers in his ass crack, I find his hole. I start to finger it. Matt get’s up on his toes.

“Oh my God,” he breaths! He pulls out.

As he slides back in, I shove my slimy finger up his ass.

“SHIT!!” He shouts, as he pulls me deeper onto his cock. I start to finger his ass like Char did mine.

He starts to power fuck my face. I hear myself. It sounds like GLORPH. Every time I hear that.

GLORPH - He goes deep into my throat.

GLORPH – He comes out of my mouth.

That sound echoes in the shower stall.

My left hand is still squeezing his balls. HARD. My finger is going in and out of his hole. I am gagging too much. I feel it coming up my throat. Out of my mouth. Crap, back out of my nose.

GLORPH – my throat is contracting.

GLORPH – my throat is being opened wide as he goes deeper into me.

I feel the searing pain of it in my nose. He’s still fucking my mouth non-stop. Going deeper. My eyes are watering. I can’t breathe as I can now feel his pubes with my nose. When I feel that, I shove another finger is his ass.

“FUCCCCKKKKKK!” He yells, drawing it out. Pulling me deeper. I’m so close to deep throating him! I work past the pain. I force more of it into my mouth. I piston fuck his hole with my fingers. I squeeze his balls.

Everything is draining out of my mouth. I’m constantly gagging on his cock. Then, I feel his pubes on my lips.

When I feel that, I feel that white wall of pleasure, wash over me.

When I feel that, I feel my own cock get hard!

I’m no longer caring if it’s hard or not.

The pleasure is overwhelming.

I see that bike pump in my mind’s eye.

Inflating. More and more.

Then, I feel it.

That vein of his. Pulsating. I match his pulse with my fingers in his ass.

“SHIT!” He wraps both his arms around my head. Trapping it as he, dick fully in my throat, still tries to go deeper as he cums. “SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT”

That bike pump in my mind is inflating more.

More.

The more it inflates, the deeper that pleasure gets!

A few more moments and it will explode! I feel like I am going to explode!

Matt is still balls deep in my throat.

I’m feeling his cock swell with each load he shoots.

So close!

He is still on his toes.

Getting closer!

I’m still finger fucking him.

I’m almost there. I’m going to blast my cum across the room!

Matt pulls himself out of me.

The pleasure starts to go away!

NONONONONONONONONONO – it can’t go away! I have to shoot! Please, God, let me shoot!

I try to keep him in my mouth. But I am so lost in trying to keep the pleasure there, that he is able to pull out.

The bike pump deflates.

My fingers slip from his ass.

The pleasure is still there but fading.

He falls to the floor.

It’s gone.

NO!

I fall to my hands and knees. Juice, slime, spit, all dripping from my open mouth and nose. So close. So fucking close to orgasm. And it was denied!

The pain in my nose is still there. I can’t breathe through it. I have to take deep gasps from my mouth. Every breath out, more drips out of my mouth.

That mental image of a bike pump is gone.

So is the pleasure. I was so fucking close! It was building!

Fuck!

So close!

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!

“Fuck,” Matt breathes. “What the Hell was that?”
 
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I hear the door close as I try to catch my breath. Slowly, my breathing gets under control. I notice the puddle that my left hand is in.


A mixture of saliva, my gagging and Matt’s cum. Then I wrinkle my nose at the smell. I need to clean this up. As I get up, I am reminded that my shorts are at my ankles as my cock hangs in the air. I look at my cock, a bit fearfully.


I’ve seen enough porn and read enough stories of this happening to other straight men and that they got hard ons and turned on and would cum from what just happened to me.


I take a shaking hand and lift my cock up. It doesn’t feel like it is limp from having a hard on or from cumming. I quickly look on the floor to see if I shot anywhere.


I don’t see anything. Still, just to be sure, I kneel back down, where I was, and look directly under my dangling cock. The floor is dry.


Thank God, I breath. I reach down to pull up my shorts and my hand freezes.


What if I came onto my shorts???


I strip off my shorts, looking them over, turning them inside out…


Nothing.


I let out a sigh of relief.


Since I have my shorts in my hand, I start to use them to wipe up the mess on the floor. Thankfully, there’s not a lot. Grabbing some soap and a washcloth, I clean up the mess. I walk down the hallway to the washer and put them in it. Since it’s just two items, I go to the bedroom and grab some dirty clothes from the hamper and put them in there and start it up.


I cough a little bit. The back of my throat is sore. Little wonder when monster cock boy forced it down there. He can’t seriously think I am going to be able to deep throat that, is he?? The closest I ever came to giving a blow job was when I was younger and could suck myself.


Suddenly, I felt my cock swell.


Oh shit…


Did thinking about deep thoating Matt make my cock swell??? No, no twinge when I picture that in my head. What made it swell? When I remembered I used to self-suck myself?


My cock swells at that thought.


Thank God. Still not gay. I give myself a little chuckle. It’s mainly of relief and my way of stressing down. I head to the master bathroom in the bedroom and look at myself in the mirror.


What a mess, I think to myself. Even though I keep my hair regulation, it’s still all matted up from Matt cleaning his cock on my hair. My face glistens from where he ran his cock all over it. My mouth is caked from my gagging. When I do that to women, my cock gets so hard.


Just like Matt’s did tonight.


Fuck.


I still don’t know what he wants, ultimately. I open a couple windows in the bedroom as it’s a bit warm and I step into the shower. I grab the soap and start washing myself.


Thinking.


I know he wants me to keep fucking his mother. His mother is just as hot as Charlotte. But her pussy is tighter. I know from fucking her, that Paul is nowhere near as big or as thick as Matt. Her pussy told me that. But, when we first started texting, she did say that Paul was 7 x 4. Okay length, pitiful girth.


My cock starts to swell, thinking about how I fuck Lisa better and how humiliating for Paul to know that, if he ever found out, not only can I stretch her out farther than he can, but that I can reach places he never will.


Except Matt’s cock will stretch anyone out better than mine ever will.


Crap. Fucking 18 year old.


My cock slowly starts to deflate. Fuck. FUCK. FUCK. FUCKITY FUCK FUCK!!!! I think throwing the soap against the wall.
 

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I drive out of the driveway and make a right. I’m doing 35 miles per hour. The speed limit is 30 but I’m a bit angry.

I couldn’t throw away that pair of underwear.

Matt’s, MY, underwear. Fuck.

If I feel that way about him trying on some underwear, what’s going to happen when he fucks Char??

How am I even going to make that happen?

Today is Wednesday. I’ve got two days to get her to agree to let the 18 year old kid, boy, man…FUCK! He's going to fuck her!

And speak of the devil, there he is by the road, stretching out.

He hears my car approaching and stops stretching. I slow down and I come to a stop. He comes over to the driver side. I roll down the window.

He crosses his arms on the windowsill, “Hello, boy.” He’s still wearing those shorts but no shirt.

“Hello, Sir,” I say. Fuck, even in uniform and in my own car. Maybe the uniform made it easier to say.

“Did you figure out why I smiled twice, earlier?” He asks with that stare, but it’s offset by his grin. I still can’t fucking read him.

Before I can answer, my phone rings. I look at it. It’s from Char. I go to answer it.

“Don’t answer that, boy,” he orders. My hand goes back to the steering wheel. Back to 10 and 2, just like in driving school. I don’t normally drive that way. Usually, it’s one handed. Fucking voice of authority. From the 18 year old kid, boy. MAN. Fuck!

“But that’s my wife calling, Sir,” I say, did that sound whiny? Fuck, I can’t even answer a call from my wife without his permission.

“She’ll probably leave a voice mail, Jim,” he says standing up. Fuck. He’s getting hard again. And he’s not wearing that underwear he took, that I gave him, that he took! God damn it! “That’s right, Jim. See this hardon? It’s hard from you obeying. You’re right, power is a big trip. Now, what do you want to do?”

I reach out with my left hand and grab it. Fuck, it’s thick. It’s tenting out. “Sir, I am going to be late,” I say. I reach under the tent and grab his cock. Shit. Luckily, we can see any car approaching. And our houses are the only ones for miles around.

“See? You’re still anticipating my needs,” he says, stepping closer. “I didn’t even have to tell you to reach under and stroke it. Your doing it on your own.” FUCK. He didn’t command me or tell me. He just asked, ‘what do you want to do?’ And I grabbed his cock! Was it because I wanted to or because that’s what I thought he wanted?? He steps closer to the car door and pats me on the head. His waist is next to the window and his massive cock is actually sticking through the window because of how close he is. “Now, the reason I stopped you. And you knew I wanted you to stop, otherwise you would have just drove by.”

Fuck. He’s right. I could have just done that. I could have avoided this! But, I slowed down and stopped because I saw him.

What the fuck am I becoming?

“Now, why did I smile twice this morning? And if you don’t want my leakage on your uniform sleeve, you better suck it clean now.” He says smirking.

Crap. I lean over and suck the head of his cock. I’m rewarded with another thick drop of his leakage.

I take my mouth off of his cock and my left hand snakes up his shaft and goes to the base of his head. My left thumb starts to rub his head and more leakage comes out.

“Shit,” he breaths, as his body starts to tense up.

I didn’t even have to wait for an order. As soon as he said shit, my right hand undid my seat belt and I Jumped onto his cock head. Taking it in my mouth as my left hand jacks him. I feel his cock get thicker in my left hand. One rope hit’s the back of my mouth.

I swallow it.

A second rope hit’s the back of my mouth. He places both hands on the top of the door, leaning in, as his breathing becomes moaning. “Jesus,” he moans.

A third rope joins the second in my mouth. I forgot to swallow the second. This kid. Boy. Fuck MAN has my mouth full of cock and cum. I swirl my tongue around his head as I swallow what’s in my mouth and it’s replaced by a fourth rope. A fifth rope.

I swallow both.

A sixth rope! And I continue to lick his head as he pulls back and takes his own hands and restuffs his cock under his shorts. How many times can this boy, kid, MAN fucking cum in a day? I get the sick feeling I am going to find out one day.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. “That was hot!”

Fuck, I think. I just blew him. In uniform. And in my own car!

“Now, boy, what is the answer to my question.” He asks as if I didn’t just swallow his cum for, what, the third time?

“The first time, Sir,” I say, then stop to swallow what remains of his cum in my mouth. I notice the flavor for the first time. “The first time is for me agreeing to be your teacher and mentor.”

“Good.” He says as he steps forward and pats me on the head again. “The second time?”

“The second time is when I called myself your cocksucker, Sir,” I said.

“Very good, boy,” he said as he took his right hand and grabbed my shoulder and gave it an at a boy, shake. “And what else?”

“What, Sir,” I asked. Crap. What else did he see? What did I miss??

“How fast your unbuckled yourself and threw your mouth around my cock,” he said with a grin.

“I did catch that, Sir,” I said. Did I hear some pride in that response? “I didn’t want any of your cum on my uniform or in the car. Sir.”

“You say that, but I think the real reason is you’re becoming such a dedicated cocksucker. I think you’re starting to like my cum. Aren’t you, boy?”

My God, am I? I could feel my eyebrows rise at that thought. I just noticed his taste and it didn’t make me gag. I held his last rope in my mouth longer than I needed to. I could have just swallowed it as quickly as the others.

“I…I don’t know, Sir,” I stammer out. Am I liking his cum? Or was it the situation? I didn’t want any in my car or on my uniform. I didn’t!

But is that the truth?

He bends over, puts his head through the open window, takes his right hand and sets if palm down on my head and then turns my head so I am looking right at him.

“That’s not a no, Jim,” he says, and I can’t break eye contact! “You’re starting to like my cum.”

“No,” I say, quickly.

“You say that way too fast, Captain,” he says with a slow grin. I get that feeling in the pit of my stomach. I don’t know what he’s going to say next, but I know I’m not going to like it. “Captain. Captain Clinton. Cocksucker. Captain Cocksucker. Both are C.C.’s. Now, that’s something I can call you when we are around friends and family and it will be our little secret, won’t it, C.C.?”

NO, I am screaming mentally. In reality, the answer was, “Yes, Sir.” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

“You say that so sullenly, C.C.” he says. “But if finally made your cock hard!”

“What?!” I shout, looking down!

Nothing.

No erection.

No bulge.

I can feel my cock is limp.

That evil bastard!

I can feel his hand, which never left my head, turn my head to meet his eyes.

“That will happen, Jim. I WILL get you hard by owning you and using you. You WILL get hard in my presence automatically, one day. And that training will start when I fuck Charlotte on Friday.”

I CAN’T BREAK EYE CONTACT!

He steps back a few feet from the car, “You better get going, Jim. You’re going to be late,” he says.

I gun the car. It jumps as if propelled by jet engines!

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

I hear his laughter fade into the distance.

He’s going to really start conditioning me on Friday!

This has all been a fucking warm up!

I start shaking.

I’m already liking his cum.

NO. I just didn’t want it on my uniform or in my car,

But I literally dove onto his cock.

AGAIN.

And swallowed everything he shot.

So I could keep my car and uniform clean.

That’s what I think. But is it the truth??

I even let it sit in my mouth longer than it needed to.

That can’t be happening.

But it is!

He’s going to fuck Char on Friday.

But it can’t happen.

If I felt that way about his, MY, FUCK, underwear that he tried on, what will happen when he fucks Char?

I’m supposed to make it happen.

He’s got me trapped.

It can’t happen!

How can I make it happen??

Jesus, I told him how much trouble I would get in if I gave him alcohol.

Now, he wants to fuck my wife.

He’s going to fuck my wife in front of me.

He watches porn he said.

What if he tries to cuckold me?

What am I going to do if he does?

FUCK ME – And he said he’s going to do that, too!

FUCK
 

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*************************************STORY BREAK******************************************************

Hi Everyone.

I'm sorry that I haven't posted in a bit.

On my last non-story update, I had talked about the passing of Mason, my dog.

During that post, I had also mentioned that my mom had fallen.

Mom wasn't doing too well afterwards. After several emails from my brothers, it was decided that I, and my oldest brother, would fly back home. We both arrived on August 6 and I stayed until August 27th.

Mother passed on August 21st and we had her service on August 26th.

I've had....motivation issues, in writing more. I know what the next few chapters will be, but I am finding I am still lacking motivation. I will try to get something written, soon, but I also fear it will be far from my best work.

Here is my Eulogy for mother


Well, the second shoe dropped.

As you know, I lost Mason on June 24, 2020.

Today, I am here to celebrate the life of my mother, Regina C. Levy.

Mom was less than a month shy of her 92nd birthday.

What a 92 years she had!

Born September 10, 1928 – passed in August 21, 2020

But what happened in between? What happened during that dash?

Here are just some things that happened in her lifetime:

· 16 Presidents

· The Great Depression of 1929-30

· The Dust Bowl – 1930’s

· The Hindenburg Disaster – 1937

· World War II – September 1, 1939 – September 2, 1945

· The Bombing of Pearl Harbor – December 7, 1941

· Started Nursing School at Crouse Irving Hospital

· Graduated Nursing School at Crouse Irving Hospital

· The Korean War - July 25, 1950 – July 27, 1953

· Married Bradford – Air Force member in Encryption

· Moved to Alaska (for the first time)

· The birth of her first child

· Moved to Griffis AFB, Rome, NY

· The birth of her second child

· The Vietnam War – November 01, 1955 – April 30th, 1975

· Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat – December 1, 1955

· Moved to Germany as Bradford was transferred there

· The birth of her third child

· Moved to Lackland, AFB, San Antonio, TX

· Moved back to Alaska

· The birth of her fourth child

· The Cuban Missile Crisis – Oct 16 – 28, 1962

· The Assassination of JFK – November 22, 1963

· Bought her first home - 1964

· The 1964 Good Friday Earthquake – March 27, 1964

· The birth of her fifth child – Sklar

· Divorced Bradford – “That Rat Bastard” - 1967

· The assassination of Martin Luther King Jr – April 4th, 1968

· The assassination of Bobby Kennedy – June 6th, 1968

· Watch Man land on the moon – July 20, 1969

· Met Robert – lived together until 1993.

· Watched the Oil Crisis unfold – October 1973

· President Nixon resigns – August 8, 1974

· Iran Hostage Crisis – November 4th, 1979 – January 20th, 1980

· Watch as the Challenger exploded – January 28, 1986

· Watched Halley’s Comet return – March 8, 1986

· Operation Desert Shield – August 2nd, 1990 – January 16, 1991

· Operation Desert Storm – January 17, 1991 – February 28, 1991

· Robert Snyder passes away from Bone Cancer – September 25, 1993

· Oklahoma City Bombing – April 19, 1995

· Retired from nursing, after 33 years - 1999

· Watched a new millennium happen – January 1, 2000

· World Trade Tower bombings – September 11, 2001

· The USA official starts the Afghanistan War – September 18, 2001

· Space shuttle Columbia explodes on re-entry – February 1, 2003

· The Great Recession – 2008

· Watched America elect their first African American president 2008


Everyone tends to forget that the previous generation, in Mother’s case, the previous, previous, previous generation, has a wealth of knowledge in their heads.

It seems that people tend to dismiss that.

Here are things that I learned from Mother, as I was growing up:

· She ALWAYS encouraged her children to think for themselves, regardless of their age.

· She encouraged us all to stand up for ourselves, because no one else will. She also told us to stand up for others, because not everyone can stand up for themselves.

· I learned that she was set up, by her cousins, to marry my father, Bradford.

· I learned from her, that once you decide to end a relationship, NEVER take them back.

· During boot camp, I heard my drill instructor call me to the front of the squad bay. I had no idea what he was calling me for. It was the ending of Visitors Day, where family comes to see the recruits prior to graduation. He led me to the window overlooking the Parade Deck and asked me what I saw. My heart jumped into my throat. There, on the Parade Deck, was my mother, my sister and her 4 year old daughter and one of my brothers. No one, and I mean NO ONE, was allowed to be on the Parade Deck. “Recruit”, he said to me. “Sir?” I answered. “Move them.” I bolted out the hatch, down the ladderwell and ran like the wind to my family. As I was running closer, they started waving to me. So, running, I waved back and soon was at their side. It turns out they weren’t waving at me. I turned around. Every floor of the squad bay, there were three floors, each floor had two platoons of recruits and ALL OF THEM were staring at us, all waving. My family was waving back to them. Not me. I quickly ushered my family off the Parade Deck. I told them why they couldn’t be on it. Rules/regulations, you know, the military reasons. Mom looks at me and asks if my Drill Instructor sent me out there. "Of course," I tell her. Her next words still ring in my head, clear as day, as if it was yesterday. She says, “you go back and tell your Drill Instructor that you get your balls from the women in the family.” I give them all a hug, except my Niece, who at age 4, wanted nothing to do with me. “You’re too dirty,” she said, looking at my tan. I go back to my Drill Instructor who told me good job for removing my family from the Parade Deck. He also asked if they had a good day. I said that they did and that my mother had a message for him. “What is it, Recruit?” He asks. “Sir, she said I get my balls from the women in the family.” You can see his eyes widen and his mouth start to smile. He quickly turns to the window, overlooking the Parade Deck, and then turns back to me. “I can believe it, Recruit,” he said.

· When I asked her why she started to date Robert, her answer shocked me. She said he was the first person to ever open a door for her. That simple act of kindness resulted in a relationship that lasted almost 25 years. Be kind to people. Always.

· On our last cruise together, in Bermuda, we would always go see the piano bar musician. Mother LOVED sitting at the piano and listening to him sing any requested song. One night, mother asked him to play a song that he didn’t know. So, he asked her to sing a verse or two. To my great shock, she did! That was the first time I had EVER heard mother sing outside of a prayer at Temple. I even told her that. Her answer filled me with such great sadness. She said that you can only sing when you are happy. I knew mother’s marriage to dad was horrible. But even with Robert, I thought she was happy. It wasn’t until that night, that she let herself be truly happy. If you’re not happy, change it. Don’t live a life of unhappiness.

There are so many other memories I could share.

But the sad fact is, there will be no new memories.

Just a lot of good times, and some hard times.

Mom is in the Promised Land now. With Mason at her side. I know she is now truly happy, and it is up to us, her family and friends, to not mourn her, but to celebrate her life.

So, thank you Mother.

For all your encouragement.

For all your love.

For the example that you set.

Your memory will always burn bright!
 

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I stand there at the door for a moment.


Frozen.


“Open the door, Jim,” Matt says. My left hand moves automatically to the door handle and opens it. What the fuck I think to myself.


As I pull the door in, Matt walks in. He has on some loose shorts and a damp t-shirt stuck into the front of his shorts. His hair is matted with sweat and it’s obvious he has just come from a run. He’s been keeping up his running since graduation. I shut the door.


“When I knock on the door, Jim, I expect you to open it. Is that understood?” He said looking me in the eyes.


“I, ah, wasn’t expecting you, Matt.” Which was the truth.


“I don’t care, Jim. You see it’s me, you open the door. Is. That. Understood.” He says in an even, calm, but low voice.


“Okay,” I say. I can’t break eye contact with him.


“You can answer better than that, Jim,” Matt says in that same voice, with that intense stare.


“Okay, Matt,” I say a bit strongly, emphasizing his name.


“Not good enough, Captain. What if one of your Corporals spoke to you like that? What would you do?” He says looking me in the eyes. I don’t even remember if I saw him blink yet.


“I’d remind him who he is and who I am and make sure…that…he…spoke to me with respect for my…rank.” I said, seeing where this is going.


“Yes, Sir,” I can’t believe I am saying that to him. I can feel myself starting to sweat a little.


“Yes, Sir, what?” Matt says. “I want to make sure you understand.”


“Sir,” I say. “When I see it’s you at the door, I will open it immediately.” Jesus, how did I get to this spot?


“Good boy,” Matt said. “Now, hands behind your back, boy.”


I snap my hands back to a parade rest position. Matts starts smiling. That intense stare disappearing. I’m not liking being called boy by an 18 year old. And standing in parade rest, in just shorts, is a bit humiliating.


“Why are you here, Matt? SIR!” I correct myself immediately. Damn it!


“You don’t need to call me Sir all the time, Jim. When I feel that you disrespected me, I will remind you who is in charge. Can’t have you calling me Sir if we are surrounded by friends and family, now, can we?” He said with a grin.


“No, we can’t,” I agreed, sighing mentally.


“Also, take of those shorts. Whenever it’s just you and I alone, you’re to be naked.”


“What? Why?” I ask.


“Because I told you to,” Matt said. “That’s all the reason you need, Captain.”


“Yes, Sir,” I say automatically. Maybe it’s because he called me Captain, I think to myself.


I lower my shorts to the floor and step out of them. Naked, again, in front of him. My hands go back to parade rest position. Damn it. I am doing things automatically for him without him even asking for it, now.


“To answer your question, I saw Mrs. Clinton drive by me as I was finishing my run. Mom left for the office just before I left on my run. I thought that instead of going to clean up. I’d come over here.”


“You want to use my shower?” I asked, cocking my head.


“I want to use you. My cocksucker.” Matt lifts up his left arm and puts his hand behind his head.


“I have to be to work soon, Matt.” I tell him.


“You have the same schedule as my father does, Jim. I know when you have to be at work and we have plenty of time. Quit stalling.”


I stare at him, not understanding what he wants. Although it does give me a good look at his body. Any woman or girl would love to in my place right now. His body is in great shape from track and him being 18 (why am I stuck on that?).


“This pit isn’t going to clean itself, Jim. Come over here.”


I start walking towards him, lowering my hands.


“Put those hands back!” He orders. My hands snap back into position. Jesus fucking Christ! Military training. I am now standing in front of him. Looking slightly down into his eyes. “Get your head into my pit. Start smelling it and licking.”


I look at him for a few seconds and he cocks his head at me. I dip down to put my nose in his wet pit. Jesus, it’s wet in there.


“Breath in, Jim.” Matt says. He lowers his arm a little, forcing my nose deeper into his wet pit. It has that same musty smell that mine do, when I lift weights hard. But there is also a mingling of dust, since he was running along side the road. “Now, start to lick.”


I start to use the tip of my tongue and make light contact with his pit hair.


“That’s the best you can do?” Matt says scornfully. “Lick it like it’s your wife’s pussy.”


“What?” I said standing up.


“Next time, don’t leave your window open or the drapes open. I was outside, watching and listening. I figured you would do a hard session to try and reclaim your manhood. You sure didn’t disappoint. I want that same tongue action on my pits as you did on Mrs. Clinton's pussy. Is that understood?” Matt said forcefully.


There was no doubt about this one. “Yes, Sir.” I said and dove back into his pit, licking it like it was Char’s pussy. He fucking watched us last night! Shit! I used the flat of my tongue to lap up he sweat. I used the tip of my tongue to get into some knots his hair was tied into. Matt was moaning softly.


“Good job on keep your hands at parade rest, boy.” Matt said. Jesus, military training. “You are now free to use them.” I take my right hand and reach up to his left arm and move it a little so I can get a better view and access to his pit. Me left hand snakes down his shorts, though his pubic hair and scratches that for a bit, then I run my palm down his shaft. He’s not hard but it’s still feels very meaty.


“The way you keep running your fingers through my pubes, I think you like that, Jim.” Matt says with a smirk.


“I am doing what I think you will like, Matt.” I say lifting my head from his pit.


“See, that’s what I want. You to anticipate my wants and desires. You’re doing good so far.” Matt said smiling but looking intensely in my eyes. Jesus, the fucker is letting me train myself for his pleasure.


“Stand up and take two steps back, Jim.” Matt says. I do as he says and my hands snap back into parade rest. Jesus fucking Christ. I AM training myself for him. He looks me over a few times. I feeling that fucking Charmin roll again. After a few moments he asks, “Why do you shave your pubes off, Jim?”


“I’ve been shaving them off since I was your age,” I say. “It makes my package look larger, too.”


“Men have hair,” he says. “You look like a pre-pubescent boy, with no hair. And you have a large package, anyways.”


I feel a bit of anger with his comment. That was uncalled for.


“Follow me,” he says. Jesus, now I am following him in my own home! This can’t continue. But I don’t know how to get out of it. He leads the way to the bedroom. Oh Shit. He goes to the bed, turns and stares at me as I come up to him.
 

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As Char is cleaning my cock, she moves her body around, so her ass is facing me, offering it, to me. I absently run a finger up and down her pussy. I hear her breath deepen as she licks my cock clean. I just sit here, back against the headboard, eyes closed, as my wife cleans my cock. My finger stroking her pussy.

I feel sated.

I feel relaxed.

I feel powerful.

I feel like what Matt felt this morning when I was cleaning his cock.

Fuck, he’s still in my mind!

Before I could think more on that, Char asks, “Why is your underwear in your left leg?”

She breaks my train of thought with that question and I start grinning, “Have I got a story to tell you.” I tell her about my reaction from her first message this morning to Josh walking in on me and our talk. By the time I am done telling her, she had snuggled up to me, and was laughing.

“You came three times? And then almost got caught? I wish I could have seen the look on your face,” she laughs. “That must have been priceless. At least he didn’t make you suck his cock to keep your secret.”

“I know!” I say, laughing but it sounds forced to me. But think, I’m sucking Matts’ so he keeps my secret. From you. Crap. I need to change the subject.

“So,” I say as she stops laughing. “Am I wrong to think that it’s Matt that sent you back to the level game?”

“Yes,” she says deeply, as she reaches down to fondle my cock. “I was driving to work and see him in the distance. I kept glancing at him because something looked off. As we got closer to each other, I saw his bulge bouncing around from left to right. It was so big! I had to slow the car down, I was mesmerized by the sight.”

I know what you mean, I think to myself. Remembering his imprint in his pants last night. Good God, it’s really been one day. And I’m already liking his cum. AND I have to find a way to have Char agree to have sex with him, while I am there.

“So,” she continues, drawing my attention back to her. She is stroking my cock now, it’s still in that floppy, hard stage. “I might have been a bit obvious gawking at him as I drove past. But all I could think was he could give you a run for your money. At work, I kept getting more and more turned on. Then I had remembered the level game we played back in college. That’s when I sent you the first text. I tried to concentrate on work, but that big cock, flopping in his shorts, just was in my mind all day, making me hotter and hotter.”

Yeah, I think. At least it was just in your mind. It’s been in my mouth at least three times and I’ve been licking it clean, I don’t know how many times.

“It also got me thinking about our conversation, this morning.” She said, increasing her grip as my cock is getting harder in her expert hand.

“About us being in a rut?” I asked. Not believing where this is going.

“Yeah,” she said. “Last night, today, the sex has been the best it’s been in a long time. But all I could think about, today, was having a three way with him and you. Like we used to, back when we first met in college. The thought wouldn’t leave my mind. I had almost orgasmed at work thinking about it. Then he shows up at the porch, in those same shorts, bulging obscenely and almost orgasmed in front of him, when you pulled up. Do you think he is aware of how big his bulge is?”

Oh, he fucking knows, I think, amazed at my good luck! She already wants a three way with him! But I can’t just agree, right away.

“You want to have a three way with our neighbors 18 year old son?” I asked questioningly.

“I know it sounds odd. We watched him grow up the past 5 years, when they first moved here. But, wow, when did he grow up? If you know what I mean?” She asked me looking me in my eyes.

He fucking grew up last night, when he had me on my knees, gagging on his cock. She grips my cock harder when I have that thought. Man, that does feel nice.

“Sometimes, we just don’t see what’s in front of our face,” I begin, thinking of his hard cock in front of my face, “when we’ve seen it so often. I know I was shocked, when I saw his bulge.”

“Yeah, there he was in front of us on the porch, bulging and scratching,” she said. She thinks today is the first time I saw it. “He did grow up nice,” she said.

Nice, my ass, I think. He’s blackmailing me to be Captain Cocksucker and soon, I’m going to be his Ass Man. Char grips my cock harder. “Mmm, that feels good, Char,” I said.

“I love when you flex your cock in my hand,” she said back to me.

Wait, did I flex my cock because of Char or because I called myself Ass Man. Fuck, now I am thinking about it and I can’t tell!

It’s in my mind.

“So, would you be up for a three way with him?” Char asks.

“Char,” I say, “he’s 18. I could get in trouble for that.”

“Why?” She asks, turning to face me more. “He’s 18. He’s not a minor. There’s nothing wrong with that. He’s old enough to make up his own mind.”

It’s like a light that went off. She’s right! He’s an adult. Well, that’s one worry out of my mind. It’s alcohol that would be the issue.

“So how do we approach him?” I ask. Even though I know he will be here, just after you leave and the first thing he will ask is about the three way.

“We could invite him over for dinner, Friday,” she says. “Then we could take it from there.”

“That,” I say, slowly, thinking about it, “could work.”

“Let’s plan it for 7 PM,” she says, yawning. “Damn, you fucked me so good. I’m going to sleep well, tonight.”

“Going to bed a little early, aren’t you?” I ask, as she stretches.

“I have to take Lisa to the airport at 3:30, remember,” she says sleepily. “Besides, I’m too tired. I haven’t had that many orgasms, so quickly, in a long time.”

“Okay, hon,” I say, kissing her on the top of her head, “get some sleep. I’ll be in the living room getting something to eat.”

I swing my legs off the side of the bed to the right. I reach down and start to untie my boots. I place them by the side of the bed and then take off my trousers.

They badly need to be washed.

Come to think of it, so do I!

I throw my trousers, and Josh’s shirt, into the hamper. I notice a pile of underwear on the floor. It’s the underwear I showed Matt, this morning. They were on the bed, but with all that Char and I did, they all ended up on the floor.

I pick them up, refold them, and put them away. I grab my shorts and walk to the shower.

As I start the shower, I look at myself in the mirror. My face is covered in sweat. My chest still has the dried remains from earlier today. My chest hair is matted in odd ways with it. I look at my cock. I see that I need to shave my groin. I didn’t get a chance this morning, with all that happened.

I reach for my trimming kit. ‘You look like a prepubescent boy,’ His words ring in my head.

FUCK YOU, I say to myself. I like looking this way.

Like a prepubescent boy? I ask myself.

Shaking my head, I clear my thoughts and shave.

Once that is done, I start to lather my body. I can’t believe how easy this fell into place!

Char brought it up!

We did have three way’s when we first started dating. They were hot! Especially because I always dwarfed the other guy.

Even with Matt, I am longer! But he’s thicker.

WAY thicker.

Well, half a loaf.

I turn off the shower and grab a towel. As I dry myself off, I keep thinking about his thick cock.

Thick…

Thick…

Thinking…

Thinking…

Crap, I think as I put on my shorts.

When I was fucking Char and began doing the circles, was that to help prepare her for Matt’s thickness? Fuck, that was a lot of fun and I felt so in control and powerful. But I had never done that before.

Was I doing it for those reasons or to get her ready for Matt?

I even smacked her face with my cock, like he did to me!

Fuck, I felt so powerful doing that!

That’s how he felt, too. I know. I felt it!

He made me eat his ass because of it!

FUCK! I walk out of the bathroom.

I see Char, asleep on the bed.

I’m beginning to fuck like him, now.

Shit, what he does to humiliate me, makes him more powerful. More confident!

And it works.

That’s how I felt doing those same things to Char!

I walk out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the kitchen. I grab a glass of water and head over to the couch and sit.

Even leaning up against the headboard.

He did that, too!

And I imitated him!

Imitation is the greatest form of flattery; I had heard once.

FFFUUUCCCKKK

The good news is that I can tell him, tomorrow, that the three way is on!

I feel a sense of relief about that.

Shit, I know, for fact, that relief is real. But is it there because I succeeded in getting the three way to happen? Or is it there because I know that it will make him happy?

Not only is he grooming me for what he wants.

I’m grooming myself for what he wants.

I’m also following his lead when it comes to sex!

All in 24 hours.

Shit.

But do I want to tell him, tomorrow, that it is going to happen? Or wait until Friday?

If I tell him tomorrow, then he is going to expect success every time he tells me to do something. Something like this, realistically, should take a day or two for an answer.

It’s more realistic to tell him Friday that it’s going to happen.

Do I tell him tomorrow and set the bar high for following his orders or do I wait until Friday?

Shit, I don’t know.

Fuck
 

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Char turns my way, “Hey, Jim,” she says.

Matt turns to me and says, “Hey Mister Clinton.” He has a different t-shirt on than the one I folded this morning. Mister Clinton? Then it hits me, I told him yesterday, before he started owning, BLACKMAILING, me, that he could call me Jim. Char doesn’t know about that.

Shit, he doesn’t forget a thing.

“Hey, Matt,” say as I step up next to Char and kiss her on the cheek. “You know, Matt, you’re 18 now. You can call me Jim.” I’m standing next to Char, my arm around her waist, Char puts her arm my waist, too. She slightly squeezes it. I look at Matt. He has a slight grin. Is that because he knows I caught he hint?

He’s standing on the steps looking up at us.

He’s got a green t-shirt on and those running shorts. It’s obvious he isn’t wearing any underwear. He is bulging to his right. He’s got his running shoes on, so I presume he is about to start a run.

“What brings you over?” I ask him.

“Mom wanted me to ask Mrs. Clinton, if she could take her to the airport tomorrow morning. Her flight leaves really early to go and see dad,” he says looking at me. Did he just flex his cock slightly under his running shorts?

“Go ahead and tell Lisa I will pick her up at 3:30,” Char says. If it was anyone else, I would have believed that blasé casualness. But, I know my wife. Underneath that casualness, she is turned on.

Then it hits me. 3:30 AM. Crap. I can expect Matt here within minutes of them leaving.

Matt casually scratches his waist, just above his bulge, and by doing that, we both get a better definition of that bulge.

Not that I need it. That fucker has been down my mouth three times already. I know what it looks like! Char squeezes me a little more.

“Okay,” he says as he backs up, turns around and then starts to run. He hangs a right at the end of the driveway and heads back to his house.

“If you don’t take inside and fuck, right now, I’m going to rape you on the front porch,” Char hisses at me.

It’s now obvious, to me, what Char has been worked up about all day. Matt even said he passed her this morning on his run. She must have been seen his package bouncing as he free balled running.

THAT’S what set off the level game, today.

We open the door and step inside. As soon the door is closed, Char pushes me against it and her against me. My arms wrap around her and snake their way down to her ass. Her hands feel my growing cock and squeezes it hard as I flex it against her grip through my trousers. Our tongues fight for dominance.

I lift her up and her legs, instinctively wrap around my waist. She is humping against my body as I walk/stagger, down the hallway to our bedroom. We enter the bedroom and stagger to the bed. She starts taking off her blouse and throwing it on the floor. She kisses me while fumbling with the buttons on my jacket.

I set her down on the bed, “Strip, bitch,” I command her.

“Yes, Sir,” she says, as she starts.

I go to the chair by the window to take off my boots.

The window….

The same window Matt spied on us.

I look out.

Sure as shit, there he is. We make eye contact. He already has his cock out, stroking it with one hand. Not this time, I say to myself. I shake my head and close the window. As I start to draw the drapes, he smacks his cock into his right palm and then points at me with a big grin. I’m sure I am going to pay for that tomorrow morning. But I am with Char, now, and I am not caring about tomorrow.

He stuffs it back into his pants and starts to run.

I turn to look at Char. She is laid on her back, legs spread in my direction, fingering herself.

She is on fire!

I quickly strip my jacket and shirt off. It’s taking too much time to get out of my pants, so I let them drop to my ankles and I shuffle over to her.

I dive right into her pussy and devour it. I suck on her lips, and feel her juices coat my face. I rub her clit with my right hand as my left explores her pussy. She is writhing and moaning. She grabs my ears and pulls me into her twat and I dive willingly as far as I can go and am reward with her scream of pleasure as I am coated, again, with her pussy flow.

My cock is rock hard. Before Char can recover, I pull her up and kiss her deep. I slap her face with my cock. Char feels its hardness and opens her mouth. I place both hands on her head and start to face fuck her. Pull her deep onto my cock. Feel it slide effortlessly into her throat.

She grabs my balls, one in each hand, and starts milking them as she goes up and down on my cock. My hands fall off her head and slap against my legs as that feeling of pleasure starts to wash over me.

She has half of me in her mouth and she squeezes my right ball. She goes down deeper and releases it and squeezes the other one. Every thrust of my hips takes me deeper into her and she is milking my nuts hard.

She is devouring me! And I am not going to last that long if she keeps going.

I grab her head and hold it still as I withdraw from her mouth. My cock is coated with her saliva and throat slime and glistens. I flex it and it bobs up and down in front of her hungry mouth.

I push her back down, grab her ankles and pull her to me. I take my cock and I start to fuck her pussy lips. I saw back and forth over those luscious lips. My cock getting wetter and wetter with her overflow.

“Oh Fuck,” she breaths.

I feel my cock slid up and down.

Up and down

I try to pull her lips over my cock and am rewarded with another blast of her juices.

Then, I pull back all the way. Until my head is at her hole.

I rub it all around that hole.

Teasing it.

Making it want it.

I put the head in.

Then pull it out, make a popping sound.

She jumps a little with I do that.

I put it in there and hold it. Feeling it try to suck it in, but I’m not letting it win. Even though I want it to win. I’m in control here.

I jab it in, she gasps, I pull it back.

I do it again, she gasps, I pull it back.

That wet, warm cave of her hole. Shit, I could stay there forever.

I am at her hole and I put the head back in and keep it there.

I push in a little and hold it there. With my right hand I play with clit. She is playing with her breasts. Such a beautiful sight.

I push in a little more. Hold it there. She is whining now.

“Jim, please, more. More. Don’t hold back, honey.”

I ignore her. I’m in control here. I control her pleasure. I slowly start to move in a circle in her hole. Stretching her. Slowly spiraling in. Stretching her out, like never before.

It’s slow.

It’s warm.

It’s wet.

I don’t know how long it took me to bottom out doing that, but I was rewarded with 2 more blasts from Char.

I sit there, balls deep in my wife’s pussy. Still doing that circling, spiral motion. Then it hits her. Her pussy walls contract.

HARD!

My cock is trapped but that wave is radiating out again. Shit, I feel it race through my body. I feel my body start to pound Char. I hear her scream as her orgasm hits her as I keep fucking her.

I hear my scream as I unload in her. One giant piss rope after another. I lose count after four and I keep pounding on her and she keeps squeezing my cock!

With one last thrust, I go deeper into her than ever and feel that last release as it leaves my cock. That wave or pleasure, slowly draining like a warm bath.

I collapse on Char. Breathing hard.

She weakly wraps her around me. She, too, is breathing hard. I don’t know for how long we held that position, but I had to roll off of her.

I crawl to the headboard. And place my back to it. I spread my legs as far as my trousers will let them spread. Boots still on my feet. My cock is just waving in front of me. I just cradle the base of it as I feel its heat and Char’s juices on it.

I feel powerful! Sated!

Char crawls to me and starts to clean it.

FFFFUUUUCCCCKKKK
 

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My left hand starts to reach out to his cock when his right hand intercepts it and I freeze.

“Sir?” I ask, never breaking eye contact with his cock. It’s right there.

“The way you are looking at my cock, is very good, boy,” he says rubbing my head with his left hand. Fuck, positive reinforcement! “The way you looked at my cock yesterday; you even licked your lips,” fuck, did I? “Even right now, I saw how your lips moved, staring at my thick cock,” he said, flexing it and another long string of leakage fell to the floor. “But you can’t have my leakage on the floor. What would Char think? Clean it up.”

I start to get up.

“Freeze!” he orders. I do. One knee on the floor, the other about 6 inches off the floor. “What are you doing?”

“I…I was going to get a washcloth, Sir,” I say, still looking at his cock. Another line of leakage drops to the floor.

“There’s only one way, you clean my cum or leakage off the floor, boy,” he says. “With your tongue and lips. Get back down and clean it up.”

Son of a bitch. I feel like I’ve just gotten gut punched.

I put my knee back down on the floor. I place a hand on either side the puddle. Fuck, I’m naked, on my hands and knees in front of him, about to lap up his leakage. I’m feel like I am a dog about to lap up water from a bowl. Can this feeling of humiliation get any worse??

“Stop,” he orders. I do. What now? “Put your ass up in the air more.”

WHAT???? Fuck!

I reposition myself. I spread my knees a little and then get down onto my forearms. My ass is now higher than my head. I feel totally humiliated and vulnerable. I hate both of those feelings and he has me feeling that within minutes of being here.

The queasy feeling in my gut intensifies.

I feel like shit.

He comes and places his feet on the outside of my hands. I can feel him bending over me, and then I feel his hands on each ass cheek! Shit, it’s finally happening. He’s manhandling my ass. My last sense of dignity is gone. This 18 year old man is playing with my ass.

“That’s funny,” he says, as he kneads my ass cheeks.

“Sir?” I say in between licking up his leakage with my tongue.

“All this time,” he says, “I’ve never heard a thank you, from you.” He is spreading my ass cheeks apart, then mushing them back together. Then repeating it

Thank you?!?!?!? I think. What the fuck for?

“Sir, aaahhhh,” I start to say, then gasp. Something wet hit my asshole!

“Oh, you like that?” he says a bit sarcastically? “You like my spit on your ass?” He starts to rub it around my hole with a finger.

“Sir, it caught me off guard,” I say. “I’m not liking any of this, Sir,” I say. He is rubbing his spit all around. I’m not liking this at all. That feeling in my gut has intensified.

This is NOT fun at all!

“Oh, I know you’re not liking this boy. All I have to do is look at your cock to see that,” he says smugly. “Who is liking this?” he asks standing back over me. My ass feels warm from his kneading it.

I start to get back to my kneeling position.

“I didn’t say you could do that. Get back down,” he says calmly.

I get back down quickly. I feel him start to squat down over me. I feel his cock start to run all over my high and tight. I can feel his leakage trailing out from it. “Mmmmm,” he sighs, “this is what I image running my cock over pussy hair would be like.”

Fuck, if ANYONE else had said these things to me, I’d beat the crap out of them! But, I kneel here, taking it, because I’m powerless in front of him.

And he knows it.

That's power.

“Now, get back to your kneel position,” he says, standing in front of me. Shit, he has all the cards and I’m helpless to his whims. I snap my arms behind my back, never taking my eyes off of his cock. “Now, who is liking this?”

“You are, Sir,” I say, feeling like I am prostrated before him. Worshipping him.

I feel like I am going to puke.

He rubs my head, again.

Fucking positive reinforcement!

“Now, where is my thank you?”

“What, Sir?” that blurts out, incredulously.

“I said, where’s my thank you?” He said with a smirk.

“Fo..for what, Sir?” I ask.

“For training you, boy,” he says with a smile. “For helping to bring out a side of you, you never knew was there.”

“You want me to thank you for blackmailing me into being your cocksucker?” I asked disbelievingly. Still looking at his cock.

“No, that’s just the icing on the cake.” He said, giving me a pat on the head. “You’ve taken to my cock, like a fish to water, Jim. You never knew you could be submissive, did you?”

“I’m not submissive!” I say, strongly.

“Oh, you may not be submissive when you are around other men. You certainly aren’t submissive around your wife. I would have loved to have seen you fucking her yesterday. Too bad you remembered about the window.” He laughs a little. “But with me, you’re certainly sliding into the submissive side.” All this time he’s been talking, it looks like his cock is getter harder. Fuck, power over someone is something I understand. But I am usually on the other side. “You haven’t stopped staring at my cock, since I’ve been talking to you.”

“Because it’s right there, Sir,” I say, looking at it. There’s a huge drop of pre-cum at the top and it’s slowly making its way down his cock.

“No, you could look down. You could look up. You could look off to the side,” he said. “Why don’t you?”

“Because the Army teaches us to stare directly in front of us, Sir,” I say.

“Does the Army teach you to stare at men’s cock’s with longing?” He asks me. “I see you following that leakage with your eyes. You want it, don’t you?

“I’m going to have to lick it up either on your cock or on the floor, Sir,” I say.

“True, but you want to lick it up. Do you want to lick it up off the floor or from my cock?” he asks flexing it and I can see it get wider when he does that.

“From your cock, sir,” I say, not believing I am actually acknowledging it. Well, it’s better than licking it up off the floor, feeling exposed.

Shit, really Jim? That feeling still hasn’t left my gut.

“So, where’s my thank you, Jim?” he asks, flexing his cock again.

Mentally sighing. Now THIS is going to be in my head, too! Fuck.

He knows all the right buttons to push!

FUCK!

“Sir, thank you for teaching me to be a better cocksucker,” I say as I start to lean forward.

“No,” he says. At the word, no, I stop leaning forward. What? “You can thank my much better than that, Jim.” Fuck, he’s using my actual name. Not Boy. That’s going to make a lasting impression! He totally has me in his power, and he knows it. Fuck, he’s KNOWN it since Tuesday.

“Sir,” I ask.

“You’re a smart man, Jim. You can figure this out. I’ll even give you a clue. You’re thank you should be along the same lines as your apology,” he says. All this time, I’ve never stopped staring at his cock.

I take a deep breath, thinking about the apology and our conversation.

“Sir, Captain Cocksucker thanks you for his training and his future training and to help Captain Cocksucker be more submissive to you.”

What the fuck?? That feeling in my stomach and guy just intensified. His cock kept flexing in front of my face with every word I said.

“Good man, Jim,” he said, rubbing my head. “That’s what I want to hear. And, soon, with the training I’ve got planned for you, you will actually mean it.” He starts to laugh a little.

That feeling just got worse. This little fucker. Who the fuck does he think he is? I’m a fucking Captain in the Psy Ops division. I’ve broken other men to my will during interrogations! And this 18 year old man, has me broken to him.

No.

NO!

Well, there’s one thing I can still do.

“Now, did Char agree to the three way for tomorrow?”

And he just set me up for it.

“No, sir,” I say, grinning mentally. “She is still thinking about it.”

Take that, fucker!
 
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Hey guys, thank you all for your patience with me and the story.

It has taken longer than I thought to come to grips with the passing of both my mother and dog.

I had thrown myself into my work and just focused on that for all these months.

But the story refuses to lie down and die. I keep getting flashes of the story in my head that wants to be written.

I do fear that this latest chapter isn’t my best quality writing. Also, as I was writing it, the story did take on a life of it’s own as I filled out the back story on Jim and Char. The story didn’t go in the direction I wanted to take it originally.

But, a good story will do that.

As always, please leave a comment on the story.

To give you preview of what’s going to happen:

1) Yes, the three way will happen!

2) Jim is going to have a serious case of Big Dick Superiority with Matt

3) Jim and Josh will have some interesting conversations

4) Jim and Lisa will have sex

5) You will eventually meet Paul!

6) And Jim and Matt will be taking a road trip.

Thank you, again, for your patience and support.
 

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At least, I didn’t miss the start. Every battalion in the region, has sent their Intel officers here. We’ve been going over different scenarios with North Korea, Syria, China & Iran.


“Glad you got here in time,” says a voice beside me.


I turn to my left and see Captain Joshua McClendon, from a battalion down south.


“Hey, good to see you again,” I say, quietly, as Major Rabbabi is speaking. I reach out to shake his hand with my right hand and grab his left elbow with my left hand as he reaches for me hand.


We shake a few moments and I notice him staring at me.


“Did you have a glazed donut on the way over?” he asks.


“What?”


“You’ve got glaze from your donut all over the left corner of your lips.” He says.


FUCK.


I didn’t get all of Matt’s cum swallowed!


I open my mouth and take my right index finger and scrape the crusted remains into my mouth. Then take my tongue and lick the area clean. I can still taste his flavor. I smack my lips a few times and see Joshua staring at me.


“Did I get it all?” I asked.


“Looks like it.” He said. “Next time you get one of those donuts, when I am up here, get one for me. You looked like you were really enjoying the remains.”


“Yeah, it was a really good, tasting, donut,” I say. Did I emphasize nut? Lord, I hope not.


FUCK


Did I just agree that I like his cum? Or was that what should be said to cover it up?


FUCK


I have got to be more careful, next time.


FUCK


Now, I am anticipating the next time.


At least I’m not getting hard.


The meeting breaks up.


BZZT


I get a text from Char


Level 5!


Jesus, I think. We’re going to fuck like rabbits, when I get home!


<dick throb>


Down boy


We spend the rest of the day going over our assignments. Every battalion has their fair share. Josh and I have to update the map room. We head over there. It’s a well secured building. Not only are there no windows. The door can be locked both from the outside and the inside, when someone is in there. It’s always musty and smelly.


Thankfully, someone thought to always have a bottle of air scent in here.


Our job is to make sure we have enough maps on hand. So basically, inventory patrol.


It takes us hours to get it done. By the time 1500 hours rolls around, we have made a substantial dent in what we are lacking. Not every map is up to date. So, we need to destroy those that are out of date and replace them with newer, up to date, ones. There are others that we didn’t have enough of that we need to order.


“Hey, Jim,” Josh says. “My group has to take off to make it back to our base. I’ll take the older maps to the incinerator and then head home from there. Is that okay?”


“Sure,” I say, putting down the inventory paperwork. I help load up the maps to be destroyed, shake his hand and head back to the room.


BZZT


Char again.


Level 7! With a picture of her pussy exposed and panties wet.


<dick throb>


<dick throb>


<dick throb>


Whoa boy!


FUCK! It’s got to be the level game.


This happened back when we were using it, too!


I feel him getting bigger.


Fighting against being trapped in my, MY, underwear.


I close the door and lock it.


I try to sit down at the desk, but my cock won’t let me.


I feel it growing and it’s getting uncomfortable.


Without thinking about it, I flex it.


DDDDAAAMMNNNN, I shouldn’t have done that. That felt good!


I look at Char’s picture again.


<dick throb>


Damn, it won’t be denied.


Maybe it was Char starting the level game again. But my cock wants out!


After rechecking the door to make sure it’s locked and bolted, I go back to the chair at the desk.


I take off my jacket and fold it and set it on a shelf.


I FLEX my growing cock.


HARD


I walk back to the chair, undo my belt, and drop my trousers to my ankles.


FLEX


Uuuunnhhh, I see my cock start to snake to my left in my underwear. I slowly run my fingers up and down it’s grown length. Flexing all the way.


Eventually the head pops out of the band at the top.


Hello there, I think to it, as I flex again and a drop of precum shows up.


I reach down with my right index finger and scoop it up. I bring it to my mouth and stop.


I haven’t eaten my own cum like this in years.


Sure, I’d eat it out of Char, no biggie.


But this, it’s been a long time.


I used to self-suck when I was a teenager and back in college.


<dick throb>


I see a bigger drop form. I scoop it up and bring it to my mouth.


I run my tongue across my finger.


I feel the wetness but I don’t find a flavor.


<dick throb>


FLEX


Uuunnnhhh, damn.


I bring my underwear down and my boy springs to his full glory.


FUCK


It’s so long!


And, yes, it IS longer than Matt’s.


<DICK THROB>


Oh baby, I’ve missed you! I missed that feeling of control.


MINE IS BIGGER!


I spread my legs, grab my cock at the base and bend over.


I reach for the head with my tongue and can just lick it with the flat of my tongue at the base.


As I am gripping it, HARD, I slowly jack up.


I’m rewarded with a bigger drop of precum.


I lap that up eagerly. Still no taste, though.


I sit down and try to suck some more.


It’s more difficult this way.


<DICK THROB>


I take off my boots and then take off my pants.


I put my pants on the back of the chair.


I lay on the floor and throw my legs over my head.


I brace my feet on the floor behind my head and my cock is aimed right at my mouth!


Jesus, what a sight I must be. Captain in the Army, half naked, alone in the map room, ass exposed to the world about to suck on his cock for the first time in years.


I move my feet and my cock comes closer to my mouth.


I reach out with my tongue and rake the head before it goes into my mouth.


One hand is slowly jacking my shaft.


The other is playing with my balls.


And I get more in.


My cock feels like it’s on fire!


I get about 3 inches in and I start to shoot as I grab my nuts and pull them away from my body. My hand is jacking like a mad man and cum is shooting into my mouth. I’m swirling it around the head, and I am feeling sensations run through me!


My GOD


It feels like my cock is electrified!


I let go of my balls and the rest of my cum shoots out.


I’m sucking on my shaft.


I’m fucking my mouth.


My own cum is filling it.


I’m breathing.


No, I’m whining.


No, I’m moaning.


No, I’m just feeling good!


And I am still cumming!


<DICK THROB>


HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!


One last, long rope fills my mouth.


It feels like I am pissing cum into my own mouth.


Finally, it stops.


I swallow as I role over onto my side.


My cock pops out and I lick my lips and swallow the rest.


I let the room settle around me.


I’m almost in a fetal position.


Breathing hard.


My cock spasms.


So do I.


It spasms again.


So do I.


My balls ache from my stretching them.


Shit, I haven’t done that in years.


The base of my cock feels like there is another load in there.


It feels like it’s going to chamber another load.


Oh man


Oh man


I roll onto my back


Shit


CHAR.


And it shoots out another piss stream of cum


It lands on my shirt, just above the cock head, and soaks in.


It arcs over my lower ribs and his me in the face.


I open my mouth and catch some.


I’m twitching on the floor.


And then it stops.


The room is silent, except for my heavy breathing.


I sit up and breathe deeply, sighing.


Jesus, I’ve never done this at work.


This was fucking amazing!


I’m smacking my lips and I realize that I didn’t have a taste to my cum.


At least I don’t recall. My mind feels like there was a short circuit blowing.


My cock is fading but radiating that warm glow.


It feels good.


I wonder if I can get Matt to feel that good when I blow him.


I freeze.


Why the fuck did I think that??


Because I admitted I am his cocksucker.


FUCK
 

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As I lay on the floor, after the most intense masturbation session I’ve ever had, one of the first things that crosses my mind is, can I do that to Matt!?!?

Jesus!

I’m now thinking of ways to make his orgasms even better.

Even alone, I think about him and how I can better please him!

And he expects me to get hard in his presence automatically! He’s grooming me for it.

He admitted to it!

And it’s going to happen. I don’t know the exact details, but it’s going to happen.

In less the 24 hours, I’ve gone from being a straight man to Captain Cocksucker!

I’ve swallowed his cum.

I’ve licked my lips in front of another Army officer with his cum crusted on them.

I, damn it, like the taste of it!

Mine doesn’t even have any flavor.

Shit.

I sit up, draw my legs up to my chest, and wrap my arms around them.

FUCK

That 18 year old man…

Fuck, I can’t even call him a boy anymore.

He’s a man.

A man and I’m his cocksucker.

Captain.

Cocksucker.

C.C.

A nickname he can use in public, that only he and I know the real meaning of.

And I just proved it by sucking my own cock, as well.

<dick throb>

SHUT UP

FUCK

I slide back and set my back to the wall.

I let my legs fall flat.

Man, I’m a mess, I think, looking down my shirt.

There’s a massive stain on it. Luckily, my jacket will cover it.

There’s a slight puddle of my cum and on the floor.

Fuck… that was an awesome masturbation session, though.

I laugh a little to myself.

It reminds me of gallows humor. When you know what your fate is going to be.

His Captain Cocksucker.

Now, I am even calling myself that!

Shit.

But it was awesome. I laugh some more.

I had always masturbated at home. I never thought I’d do it at work. And I never thought I would get so turned on!

Shit, fucking level game.

<dick throb>

Stop it

Now, I am wondering what got Char so turned on. Her pussy was so wet in that picture! She had to have been fingering herself to get that wet. And she’s at work, too!

I reach up to the desk and look at my phone. I look at her picture again.

<dick throb>

I feel that weird churning at the base of my cock again, that happened just after I first shot.

Like my cock is being reloaded.

I’ve NEVER shot hands free like that before.

What caused it? Is this what gay men call hands free? If it is, sign me up, I joke to myself, laughing.

I flex my cock and a small stream, like 4 or 5 dribbles, comes out of my cock and onto my right leg.

I scoop some of it up with two fingers and bring it to my nose.

It isn’t piss. It’s a bit more thicker.

I put it in my mouth.

Still no taste.

Crap.

Matt’s has taste. That helps, at least.

Crap.

He doesn’t have to groom me.

I’m fucking grooming myself.

And I can’t stop it.

FUCK.

Sighing, I get up.

I need to clean up before I leave.

Lord, it smells in here.

It’s no longer that paper musty smell, although that is still strong.

It’s got that sex smell, too.

MY sex smell.

I can’t find any paper towels in here.

I get up and find the air freshener. Febreze.

THAT can cover up any smell.

But what can I use to wipe of that puddle?

I glance over at my trousers. I see my red underwear.

Grabbing them, I get down on my knees and wipe it all up.

There must have been more than I thought as I stain my underwear pretty good wiping it up.

I look at my underwear in my right hand.

I see the stain it just wiped up off the floor.

As if it had a mind of its own, my hand brings that stain up to my nose, so I can breathe it in.

Inhale

No smell.

But it does remind me that I need to wipe my face.

So I do. And realize I just rubbed my face with the stain part.

Crap, what was I thinking?

That Matt coated my face.

NO!

I use the dry part of my underwear to clean my face.

Crap, there’s no mirror in here. I have no idea what I look like right now.

There is one down the hallway, in the head.

I look at the floor. It might be my imagination, but I looks more like I streaked everything, than cleaned it up. Josh left his water bottle here. I grab is and drab a little bit of water on the floor and use my underwear to clean it up.

That looks a lot better!

I start to put my underwear on and remember that I don’t like wearing wet underwear.

I can’t leave them here.

Once I blouse up my trouser legs, I can just throw them down one of the legs and they will stay at the bottom of the leg.

It’s been awhile, since I freeballed in my cammie uniform.

I put on my trousers, blouse the legs, shove my underwear down the left leg. I put on my boots and jacket.

Then spray the Febreze around.

Heavily!

I head to the door, put my ear against it. Not that I am expecting to hear anything. It’s a thick door.

Naturally, not hearing anything, I unlock it and slowly open it.

Nobody around.

I close and lock the map room and head down the hallway to the head.

As I am walking, I notice something.

It’s been a long time since I’ve let my boy hang loose in my cammies.

I can feel him hanging low down my right leg.

I am also aware of that churning in the base of my cock, again.

I am also aware of my trousers rubbing all along my shaft as it bounces around in my leg.

And I am finally aware that my cock is getting hard again.

FAST

As my cock starts to get hard, it starts to tent out my trouser leg!

Thankfully, I am the only one in the hallway and coming, bad choice of words, up to the door to the head.

I reach over with my left hand and grab my cock to rearrange it as my right hand opens the door.

And my cock unloads, again!

The feeling is so intense that I drop to my knees on the inside of the head, as the door closes.

Thank God, no one is in here!

I lean against the door on my back, as I see the head of my cock, off to the side, push against the trouser leg and squirts forming a stain.

It spurts again.

And I am catching my breath.

Again! And I spasm.

Again! And I am lost to the pleasure running all through my body. It radiates out from my cock. Up through my torso. Down my legs. I feel like I am in a river of pleasure, helpless to that pleasure.

My cock spasms.

And so do I!

FUCK

After a few moments to catch my breath, I see that stain growing. There is a large glob of cum that is sitting on top of my trouser leg while the rest is flowing down my right leg and the stain is spreading.

I scoop up my cum and bring it to my mouth.

Still no taste.

And then it hits me.

The first thing I do is try to taste my own cum.

To see if it compares with Matt’s.

I don’t wonder why I’ve cummed, twice, hands free.

Any guy would love that!

No, Army Captain Cocksucker, wants to see if his cum tastes as good as the man he is sucking off two or three times a day!

FUCK

Mine doesn’t have any flavor.

I’m his cocksucker.

I like his cum.

I LIKE his cum.

I like HIS cum.

I like his CUM.

At least I’m not hard when I am thinking that.

Yet

Fuck
 

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I come home and see Char’s car in the driveway. She usually gets home before I do. I park the car next to hers. It’s a gorgeous sunset, tonight. I take a few minutes to just admire the view.

I'm suddenly inside the house.

“Jim,” I hear Char’s voice, “is that you?”

“Yes,” I answer her. “You in the bedroom?”

“I sure am,” she answers. “Come her, please.”

I walk down the hallway and enter the bedroom. As soon as I do, my clothes vanish.

I see Char, doggie position, ass facing me, on the bed.

“It’s about time, stud,” she says. “I’ve been waiting for you.”

My cock inflates to a full hard on as I walk towards the bed. I kneel down so I can start to lick her pussy. I love eating her pussy from this position. I slowly, sensually, lick up and down her lips. Tasting her juices and hearing her moan softly.

As I lick up, I see her ass. Puckering. I start to finger her pussy, as I lick my way up to it. As I get closer, my cock gets harder and harder.

Harder than I’ve ever felt it before. I feel it leaking a steady stream of cum all down my shaft. I start to lick that hole. Feel it spasm as Char starts moving it back onto my tongue. It opens up for me and I’m able to drive my tongue into her depths.

As I lick her, I feel some of the cum I left in her, last night. I bring some of it out and lick it around her hole. I dive back in. I pull it out. I shove it in deeper!

Her hole contracts around my tongue as she cums, I continue fingering her.

I pull my tongue out and as I withdraw, I suck on that hole, stretching it a bit. Char collapses onto her forearms, ass still in the air. I breath into it, inflating it as I drive my fingers deep into her pussy, making her squirm more.

“God damn it, Jim,” she yells, “FUCK ME!”

Taking my right hand, I place it on the small of her back, holding her down. I get up on the bed behind her, aim my cock, I swear, it looks like it’s grown even bigger than normal, right at her hole.

I feel the heat from her hole as I place my cock there.

I slowly sink in, feeling that tight hole, the hole I fucked for the first time last night, open up for me.

“Oh, God,” she moans. “You’re so big and thick.”

“That’s right, baby,” I say, “Take my thick cock!” I steadily, slowly, sink it in deeper. Not giving her a chance to get used to it.

She cums again!

“You think that’s thick,” Matt says, as he is naked behind me, feeling my ass, “take a look at what I have.”

He goes and stands in front of her. “Holy shit,” Char moans. “That’s thicker than Jim’s.”

I feel her cum, again, as her hole tightens around my cock.

She came just from looking at his thick cock!

FUCK

“Yeah, it is,” Matt says smugly. “If it makes you cum just by looking at it, Watch what it can make your husband do. Turn over. See what a real, thick, cock can do.”


I'm feeling anxious. Scared. I'm filled with desire. I like the taste of his cum! My cock stays hard in Char's ass. I keep fucking her. I'm liking my lips. My ass starts to pucker. It remembers Char's fingers in there. Now, it wants Matt's thick cock. Char slowly turns over, while keeping my cock in her ass. Matt comes and stands over her, before me. His cock is right before my mouth.

“What would you like to do, boy?” he says. Those magic words. They fill me with a longing for his cock that shocks me.

“You know what I want, sir,” I say, as I lean forward and take that cock all the way down my throat. I feel it get bigger. My tongue, caressing that big, thick vein on the bottom. Just like Char said she likes to do to me.

“OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD!” Char starts to have orgasm after orgasm as she watches me suck on Matt’s cock.

I feel my own orgasm starting. That churning at the base of my cock.

Matt grabs me by the ears and starts to pile drive my face as I try to match his pace with my fucking Char’s ass. He is effortlessly sliding all the way down to his balls. Then back out.

Faster.

Faster!

FASTER!

I can sense when he is going to cum.

Five – I am sucking him deep.

Four- I am pulling out of char.

Three – He pulls back from my throat.

Two – I slam back into Char’s ass.

She is still cumming and cumming and cumming. Her ass is getting tighter and tighter around my cock.

One – Both Matt and I cum at the same time. My breath catches. I’m hyperventilating. I’m swallowing his cum. It’s overflowing onto my face. Matt pulls out and continues to shoot all over me. Thick ropes of 18 year old spunk hanging on my face like a trophy.

I DID THAT!

I feel fulfilled. A sense of accomplishment!

I'm cumming. I'm still cumming!

I open my eyes, waking up.

My hard cock is still spewing cum all over myself and Char.

What the fuck was that???