“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.
