All the way down
This is a sequel to my story “Sex, Service, Submission, Spunk”, and you may find it useful to read that first.
You could still taste the salty flavour of his cum in your mouth; your tongue slurped around your teeth and gums, searching for a few more drops of his semen to swallow. He looked down at you, smirking.
“Strip” he said. You realised you were still wearing your polo shirt and jeans. He had pulled off his tee shirt while you were serving his cock, and now he stepped out of his jeans and briefs, and took a few paces backwards. You got to your feet, shakily, and pulled your Lacoste polo over your head, keenly aware of his eyes on your body. You released your trouser belt and lowered your blue jeans and boxer shorts.
“Put them over there” he said, nodding towards the couch in his hotel room. You folded your jeans and laid them on the couch with your polo shirt, and put your boxer shorts on top. “Now pick up my jeans, and my boxers” he said, and as you did he surprised you by pressing your hand holding his boxers up to your face. “Sniff” he said, “smell those man smells”, and you pressed the crotch of his underwear into your face. The cloth was still warm from where he had been wearing them, and you inhaled his odour, excited by the commands he was giving you. He knew he could control you; there was no doubt in his voice that you would obey his orders, and you knew it too. In fact, you were pleased he was instructing you, as you stood naked in front of him, enjoying the man-scent from his underwear. He rubbed them gently over your face, and you enjoyed the feeling of the warm damp material, impregnated with his sweat and man musk, as it pressed against your lips and cheeks. You breathed in his scent, loving the mild degradation he was forcing on you, knowing there would be more.
Finally he took his boxers away from you, and lead you towards the bed. “Come and taste my pits” he said, raising his left arm to reveal a hairy target. You didn’t hesitate, you simply pressed your face in that sweaty masculine pit, sucking drops of moisture from the hairs into your mouth. His right hand held the back of your head, pressing you further in, holding you in place as you worshipped him. Then he repeated the actions with his other armpit, and you took advantage, letting yourself go, abandoning any resistance you might have felt, servicing this man with your tongue and lips and mouth, grateful that he understood your need to service him in such a personal way. You knew that you would obey this man however he wanted; he understood your desire to submit to his masculinity. He grunted with pleasure as he could feel your will ebbing away, your face shiny with his pit sweat as you licked and slurped the skin and hairs.
You still didn’t really understand how he had picked you up in the coffee-shop, how his intuition had identified your role in this man-on-man interaction. You began to realise this wasn’t just a quick suck-and-go job, you would be used for his pleasure for as long as he wanted. You were proud he had picked you for the tasks he wanted, happy to be of service to this masculine stud.
He lay casually down on the hotel bed, propped his head up on the pillows and nodded at you to start licking down his hairy chest. You lay down close to him, your chest bent over him, so you could tongue and lick his hairy nipples, left then right, left then right, and taste the hair on his chest. As you slowly moved your face down his hairy muscled body, he nodded approval, his hands guiding your mouth from time to time, telling you to continue licking and slurping where you were, or to move lower. Your mouth traced over his abs, following the hairy treasure trail downwards. Your face got closer to his groin, his cock lying casually across his stomach away from you, your face loving the mild scratching of his pubic hair as you licked around his balls, drinking in more of his heavenly sweat. You both knew where this was going, and although you had never kissed a man’s ass before, there was an inevitability about your path that you both understood.
He moved his hairy legs apart, and your tongue gained access to that sweet patch behind his balls. It was a stronger smell now, unmistakably male, like a d**g urging you on. “That’s it, boy. Savour that ass scent, you know what you need to do.” He spread his legs further, and brought his knees up, exposing his ass crack to you for the first time. You didn’t need to be told, but you did find his instructions thrilling. “Get that tongue on my ass hole, boy.” How did he know you had dreamed of this so many times, dreamed of licking and tonguing and pleasuring a hairy man’s ass.
You move in closer, your tongue extending from your mouth without you consciously willing it, your tongue understood where it was to go, what it had to do. You swiped your tongue slowly up and down his ass crack, delighting in the warmth, the musk, the hair and the complete lack of self-control, surrendering itself to another man’s most private parts. You inched forward, feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss this man’s ass lips with your mouth, your tongue pressing against his hole. He put up a token resistance, clenching his ass to deny you access for a few moments, reminding you that he was in charge, making you press harder on that beautiful hole with your tongue. He could decide whether to let you worship his asshole or not, an action that you were now so desperate to achieve.
Then he relaxed his ass muscles and your tongue entered his ass, making him squirm with delight, his ass lips now pushed out into your mouth. You pressed and licked and teased, wanting to please this man, to excite his deepest feelings, to show him you were his ass slave. You wanted to arouse all the nerve endings in his ass lips, using your personal taste organ to do so. If you had to demean yourself to be allowed the privilege of sucking his ass, it was well worth it. This was your place, the place you had dreamed about, down between a man’s legs, between his ass cheeks, savouring his hot ass in any way he demanded. The place where you hoped to spend hours of your life, serving this man, indeed any man. The place you had imagined, oh so many times, as you had flicked through porn mags and watched gay videos, the place you had thought of as you wanked, alone, in your apartment, the place that filled your thoughts as you approached orgasm, your tongue extending from your open mouth as your imagination of licking ass brought you to climax. But this was real. You were actually working hard to please this stud, giving him pleasure in the connection between your face and his ass. You pulsed your tongue inside his asshole, thrusting it round and forwards, sending sparks of excitement through his body. Your senses were in overdrive, aware of his hairy thighs and muscular ass cheeks, his scent, his hairy groin, his maleness, his control.
“Eat that ass, fucker” he instructed and you ate, feeling at home in his most personal place, grateful that he had given you the opportunity to service and pleasure him. Minutes passed as you strove to satisfy his pleasure, feeling your own satisfaction as you made him squirm.
He suddenly moved his ass away from you, leaving you momentarily disappointed and frustrated. “Don’t worry, fucker. There’s lots more for you. Lie on your back”. You rolled on to your back and he moved forward on his knees, until his cock and balls were over your face. He wiped his thickening cock and balls on your face, over and over, from your chin to your forehead and back, your tongue reaching out helplessly to lick sweat and any residual drops of spunk. He moved forward and back, ensuring your face was covered in his crotch juices. You enjoyed being beneath his crotch, your arms trapped by his thighs, your own cock was hard as fuck but you couldn’t even wank yourself, your whole being centred on his cock and balls.
He laughed down at you and said “you’re in your place now, fucker, exactly where you need to be” as if he was reading your innermost thoughts. There was a guttural noise of agreement from you as your mouth moved involuntarily from side to side, trying to keep in contact with his balls. “I got you rock hard, fucker”, he murmured, then surprised you with a few slaps on your cock. “You’re mine now”. He surprised you again as he gave a few quick smacks to your balls, not too hard, just showing you once again who was in control. You realised you were grateful for the attention he was giving you; if he got pleasure from making your balls hurt, it was worth it. Without thinking, you spread your legs wider to give him greater access for the pain he wanted to inflict on you. He gave a few more slaps on your balls, harder this time, making you moan with pain and pleasure. “Take a deep breath, fucker” he instructed, then he inched down your body, spread his ass cheeks wider apart, and lowered his ass right over your mouth. Now he could control your breathing, inflict pain on your balls and cock if he wanted to, while your tongue burrowed its way into his ass, pressing through the male ass ring, into his guts. Your brain was reeling, partly through lack of air, partly due to the smacking on your balls, partly due to the heat of his body sitting on your face, but mainly because you had found your true home, worshipping his ass.
Do you want more?
You could still taste the salty flavour of his cum in your mouth; your tongue slurped around your teeth and gums, searching for a few more drops of his semen to swallow. He looked down at you, smirking.
“Strip” he said. You realised you were still wearing your polo shirt and jeans. He had pulled off his tee shirt while you were serving his cock, and now he stepped out of his jeans and briefs, and took a few paces backwards. You got to your feet, shakily, and pulled your Lacoste polo over your head, keenly aware of his eyes on your body. You released your trouser belt and lowered your blue jeans and boxer shorts.
“Put them over there” he said, nodding towards the couch in his hotel room. You folded your jeans and laid them on the couch with your polo shirt, and put your boxer shorts on top. “Now pick up my jeans, and my boxers” he said, and as you did he surprised you by pressing your hand holding his boxers up to your face. “Sniff” he said, “smell those man smells”, and you pressed the crotch of his underwear into your face. The cloth was still warm from where he had been wearing them, and you inhaled his odour, excited by the commands he was giving you. He knew he could control you; there was no doubt in his voice that you would obey his orders, and you knew it too. In fact, you were pleased he was instructing you, as you stood naked in front of him, enjoying the man-scent from his underwear. He rubbed them gently over your face, and you enjoyed the feeling of the warm damp material, impregnated with his sweat and man musk, as it pressed against your lips and cheeks. You breathed in his scent, loving the mild degradation he was forcing on you, knowing there would be more.
Finally he took his boxers away from you, and lead you towards the bed. “Come and taste my pits” he said, raising his left arm to reveal a hairy target. You didn’t hesitate, you simply pressed your face in that sweaty masculine pit, sucking drops of moisture from the hairs into your mouth. His right hand held the back of your head, pressing you further in, holding you in place as you worshipped him. Then he repeated the actions with his other armpit, and you took advantage, letting yourself go, abandoning any resistance you might have felt, servicing this man with your tongue and lips and mouth, grateful that he understood your need to service him in such a personal way. You knew that you would obey this man however he wanted; he understood your desire to submit to his masculinity. He grunted with pleasure as he could feel your will ebbing away, your face shiny with his pit sweat as you licked and slurped the skin and hairs.
You still didn’t really understand how he had picked you up in the coffee-shop, how his intuition had identified your role in this man-on-man interaction. You began to realise this wasn’t just a quick suck-and-go job, you would be used for his pleasure for as long as he wanted. You were proud he had picked you for the tasks he wanted, happy to be of service to this masculine stud.
He lay casually down on the hotel bed, propped his head up on the pillows and nodded at you to start licking down his hairy chest. You lay down close to him, your chest bent over him, so you could tongue and lick his hairy nipples, left then right, left then right, and taste the hair on his chest. As you slowly moved your face down his hairy muscled body, he nodded approval, his hands guiding your mouth from time to time, telling you to continue licking and slurping where you were, or to move lower. Your mouth traced over his abs, following the hairy treasure trail downwards. Your face got closer to his groin, his cock lying casually across his stomach away from you, your face loving the mild scratching of his pubic hair as you licked around his balls, drinking in more of his heavenly sweat. You both knew where this was going, and although you had never kissed a man’s ass before, there was an inevitability about your path that you both understood.
He moved his hairy legs apart, and your tongue gained access to that sweet patch behind his balls. It was a stronger smell now, unmistakably male, like a d**g urging you on. “That’s it, boy. Savour that ass scent, you know what you need to do.” He spread his legs further, and brought his knees up, exposing his ass crack to you for the first time. You didn’t need to be told, but you did find his instructions thrilling. “Get that tongue on my ass hole, boy.” How did he know you had dreamed of this so many times, dreamed of licking and tonguing and pleasuring a hairy man’s ass.
You move in closer, your tongue extending from your mouth without you consciously willing it, your tongue understood where it was to go, what it had to do. You swiped your tongue slowly up and down his ass crack, delighting in the warmth, the musk, the hair and the complete lack of self-control, surrendering itself to another man’s most private parts. You inched forward, feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss this man’s ass lips with your mouth, your tongue pressing against his hole. He put up a token resistance, clenching his ass to deny you access for a few moments, reminding you that he was in charge, making you press harder on that beautiful hole with your tongue. He could decide whether to let you worship his asshole or not, an action that you were now so desperate to achieve.
Then he relaxed his ass muscles and your tongue entered his ass, making him squirm with delight, his ass lips now pushed out into your mouth. You pressed and licked and teased, wanting to please this man, to excite his deepest feelings, to show him you were his ass slave. You wanted to arouse all the nerve endings in his ass lips, using your personal taste organ to do so. If you had to demean yourself to be allowed the privilege of sucking his ass, it was well worth it. This was your place, the place you had dreamed about, down between a man’s legs, between his ass cheeks, savouring his hot ass in any way he demanded. The place where you hoped to spend hours of your life, serving this man, indeed any man. The place you had imagined, oh so many times, as you had flicked through porn mags and watched gay videos, the place you had thought of as you wanked, alone, in your apartment, the place that filled your thoughts as you approached orgasm, your tongue extending from your open mouth as your imagination of licking ass brought you to climax. But this was real. You were actually working hard to please this stud, giving him pleasure in the connection between your face and his ass. You pulsed your tongue inside his asshole, thrusting it round and forwards, sending sparks of excitement through his body. Your senses were in overdrive, aware of his hairy thighs and muscular ass cheeks, his scent, his hairy groin, his maleness, his control.
“Eat that ass, fucker” he instructed and you ate, feeling at home in his most personal place, grateful that he had given you the opportunity to service and pleasure him. Minutes passed as you strove to satisfy his pleasure, feeling your own satisfaction as you made him squirm.
He suddenly moved his ass away from you, leaving you momentarily disappointed and frustrated. “Don’t worry, fucker. There’s lots more for you. Lie on your back”. You rolled on to your back and he moved forward on his knees, until his cock and balls were over your face. He wiped his thickening cock and balls on your face, over and over, from your chin to your forehead and back, your tongue reaching out helplessly to lick sweat and any residual drops of spunk. He moved forward and back, ensuring your face was covered in his crotch juices. You enjoyed being beneath his crotch, your arms trapped by his thighs, your own cock was hard as fuck but you couldn’t even wank yourself, your whole being centred on his cock and balls.
He laughed down at you and said “you’re in your place now, fucker, exactly where you need to be” as if he was reading your innermost thoughts. There was a guttural noise of agreement from you as your mouth moved involuntarily from side to side, trying to keep in contact with his balls. “I got you rock hard, fucker”, he murmured, then surprised you with a few slaps on your cock. “You’re mine now”. He surprised you again as he gave a few quick smacks to your balls, not too hard, just showing you once again who was in control. You realised you were grateful for the attention he was giving you; if he got pleasure from making your balls hurt, it was worth it. Without thinking, you spread your legs wider to give him greater access for the pain he wanted to inflict on you. He gave a few more slaps on your balls, harder this time, making you moan with pain and pleasure. “Take a deep breath, fucker” he instructed, then he inched down your body, spread his ass cheeks wider apart, and lowered his ass right over your mouth. Now he could control your breathing, inflict pain on your balls and cock if he wanted to, while your tongue burrowed its way into his ass, pressing through the male ass ring, into his guts. Your brain was reeling, partly through lack of air, partly due to the smacking on your balls, partly due to the heat of his body sitting on your face, but mainly because you had found your true home, worshipping his ass.
Do you want more?
5年前
