Weekend Trip with My Neighbor - part 1
After the first time Mark and I had stroked cocks together we were hooked. Whenever one of us had the house to ourselves, which unfortunately wasn’t as often as we would have liked, we’d text the other and if at all possible we’d get together for another hot session of watching some of our favorite porn and have some quality male bonding time.
We didn’t always finish each other off like that first encounter, but it was more likely than not to happen. In fact, we didn’t always climax, often just edging up that sweet point of pure bliss that’s familiar to any experienced edger. Though he was skeptical at first, Mark grew to enjoy the pleasure of delaying the gratification that an eventual release brought after an extended period of multiple edge sessions. I’d also introduced him to my extensive collection of cockrings, masturbation sleeves and fleshlights. Needless to say we were in bators heaven whenever we were able to have the time to dedicate to the shared pleasures of our cockplay.
Not since that first session, when for a second I thought he was about to take my cock into his mouth, did I get any sense of Mark wanting to go any farther than mutual stroking of cocks. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t consider the possibility of more than trading handjobs happening. More than once while servicing Marks thick throbbing tool I’d considered making my first attempt at cocksucking. I thought of licking his shaft from nuts to the tip, slurping up the precum that flowed so freely. In my mind I would have a brief struggle to get my mouth around his thick cock. The only thing that held me back was the fear of freaking him out and that being the end of our stroke sessions. Just being curious about sucking cock and having his hot mouth on mine, just wasn’t worth that risk.
As I said earlier, while it was fantastic being able to get together when we could, we both expressed the desire to someday have a marathon session. A couple of days and nights of uninterrupted time just to stroke and be stroked, where to only goal was to end up with very sore cocks and empty balls. Eventually after a lot of brainstorming we came up with a plausible idea. Marks relatives had a lake house on lake Whitney that he could have use of with enough notice. We would tell the wives we were going fishing for the weekend. Mark and his wife were quite a bit younger than my wife and I and we weren’t really in the same social circle, not really having any mutual friends so it didn’t seem strange that none of my other friends would be going on the “guys weekend”. After securing use of the lake house at the end of the month, we made plans to leave right after we got off work that Friday and not return until early Sunday evening. Accounting for the drive there and back, would leave us close to forty eight hours of time for some serious cockplay.
When the day finally arrived to depart for the lake I was more than ready. I’d packed the night before, taking nothing more than a couple pairs of shorts and a few t-shirts. Of course hidden in the bottom of my overnight bag was a small kitbag with a few of my favorite cockplay toys and plenty of lube. After loading up my truck with a cooler full of beer and the unlikely to see water fishing gear, were soon on the road to what we were call our “Bate Lodge”. As I drove, Mark spent sometime on his phone surfing and bookmarking some good stuff to fuel our extended cock time. His descriptions of his search results had me primed and ready to go. The choice I’d made to wear baggy running shorts proved to be the right one, giving me ample opportunity to massage my throbbing cock as I drove and listened to Marks suggested topics. Glancing over it was obvious that he was anticipating the weekend as much as I was. He had the waistband of his shorts pulled down enough to expose his swollen cockhead, already slicked with the precum oozing from the slit, showing the result of his web search and the occasional manipulation. I remarked that the traffic was pretty light and the height of the truck would prevent any passing vehicles getting a look into the truck cab. So we both slid our shorts down and leisurely stroked ourselves as we continued to our destination. By the time we arrived at the lake house we had worked ourselves to a very nice edge.
The lake house was nothing like what I’d expected. I’d pictured a simple place with a small boat dock with a rowboat tied up to it. It was huge with four bedrooms and three full bathrooms. A huge greatroom with a fantastic media setup. A covered deck ran the full length of the side facing the lake, with a enormous hot tub set into one end of the deck. The lake was 30 or 40 yards from the house and there was a boathouse with at least two boats within. Mark told me to take my pick of the rooms upstairs and then meet to him on the deck. After throwing my bag into one of the rooms with a lake view, I took a quick piss and headed back downstairs. Mark was already out on the deck and to my surprise, stripped down naked in a lounger enjoying his first cold brew. He told me to feel free to go as comfortable as I wanted, explaining that the place was very secluded and even boats passing out on the lake couldn’t get a good enough view to see anything. He said he and his wife used to spend an entire weekend naked and fucking and sucking all over the property, including the pontoon boat. Unfortunately that was before having k**s, back when her sex drive was more inline with his. I said I don’t want to depress you, but if my experience was an indicator, it wasn’t likely to get any better with time. He replied that he’d come to accept that reality, and that he was ok with it as long as he was able to supplement his needs with regular bate sessions and our occasional j/o sessions.
Words cannot fully describe how relaxing it was, just lying back enjoying a beer and talking about life while feeling so at ease being naked and surrounded by the perfect setting. It was beginning to get dark and he said that the options for dinner were to take one of the boats to a lakeside restaurant about 45 minutes away or to fix something from the kitchen here and replacing whatever we used. I said that unless the restaurant was clothing optional that I voted for the later and suggested that we move inside and check out some of the bookmarks he’d found on the ride up.
While he was getting the video set up, I went up and got the kitbag I’d brought. He positioned two media chairs in front of the 60” smart tv, angled to provide a perfect view of not only the on screen action, but to each other’s activities. While he grabbed us a couple fresh beers, I selected a cockring and put it on. A neoprene ring that could either just encircle my balls or stretch to capture both my cock and sack. I stretched it around just my balls and pulled them downward allowing the ring to gently squeeze the ball skin just below my now fully erect cock, trapping my nuts in a very tight ball about the size of a tennis ball. Mark had tried several different type rings during some of our previous sessions and finally decided that he preferred to go aunatural, leaving his cock and balls unencumbered by anything. As he handed me my beer he said “fuck that looks so hot, I wish I liked how they feel on me” I assured him that using cockrings, or any other “enhancement” was a very subjective thing, and luckily not everyone had the same preferences. Variety was key.
As we sat back and he started streaming from his phone the screen was filled with the scene of an apparent amateur swingers orgy with several couples partaking simultaneously in just about every possible sexual act possible.
“Oh fuck yeah!” exclaimed Mark “I’d give just about anything to be a part of something like that. Imagine having your choice of all that pussy and ass, all the tits, hard cocks and hot fuckable mouth’s you could handle!” I voiced my definite agreement pining that it was a shame we hadn’t invited them. I also silently noted his inclusion of access to the “hard cocks” in his ideal group scenario. While I didn’t say anything about his comment at the moment, it did start me thinking that maybe he was a curious as I was about adding a little oral action to our weekend.
Soon we were into our now familiar groove. Stroking our well greased cocks while enjoying the intensely hot action playing on screen. As I had plenty of lube, I began taking one finger and wiping up all the precum that my steady pumping was bringing forth and sucking it from my finger tip, savoring the slick, slightly sweet fluid.
“Holy fuck that’s so incredibly hot Bro!!” as he witnessed my new technique, well new to him seeing me doing it anyway. I watched him firmly grasp his own shaft and draw up a large stream of pre. I resisted the sudden urge to quickly move to him and suck that yummy looking juice from his fingers. I just studied his movements as he slowly brought two fingers dripping with his cock fluid to his open mouth and flicked out his tongue, testing the flavor. The whole time his hand is steadily sliding up and down the length of his thick cock. He seemed to like it as he proceeded to suck his fingers clean and went back for seconds.
“Mmm so good! Why haven’t I ever tried that before?!?” I couldn’t even begin to answer that, having the belief that every guy had at least tried the taste of their own cum and precum. Instead I just asked him if he wondered if it would taste even better directly from the source. My comment seemed to take him by surprise and a familiar deep moan escaped from his mouth as his creamy load began shooting from his cockhead in several thick ropes, splattering his chest and abdomen. I continued jacking my own pulsating cock slowly, throughly enjoying the sight of his climax.
“Wow!! Sorry but that really snuck up on me! I just couldn’t seem to hold back” he said, once he’d caught his breath.
“Nothing to be sorry about, it’s always hot watching you shoot your load, and I’m sure it’s only the first of many before we head home.”
I told him I wanted to preserve my edge for now and suggested that we take a break and maybe find something to eat. He said that sounds like a plan and said he was going to take a quick shower and that I could throw a frozen pizza in the oven. By the time he came back from his shower I had the oven preheated and the pizza going. I set a timer and we grabbed a couple fresh beers and went out on the deck.
“What did you mean earlier.. when you said direct from the source?” He asked quietly.
“I meant from a cock.. from my cock specifically. I could be wrong but I think that you’re just as intrigued by the idea of doing more than trading handjobs.” Once the words had been spoken there was no going back, so I kept talking. I straight up told him I wanted to give my first blowjob and I wanted to get as much of his thick hard on into my mouth as I could. That I wanted to take my time and lick every inch of his fuckstick and feel him throbbing as I sucked another hot load from his balls. Suddenly the oven timer went of and interrupted my little speech. Mark hurried into the kitchen to rescue the pizza, but was back in mere minutes.
“Fuck pizza.. yes I want to feel your mouth,,, but not until I after you fuck my mouth”
“No problem, we’ll take turns” I assured him, “come get your first cock” I teased as I stroked myself.
“No I mean I want you to FUCK my mouth.. I mean I’m definitely not going to say no to getting my cock sucked, but I want my first experience to be really rough.. I want you to use my throat like a hot tight cunt. And don’t stop until you pump every ounce of your cream down my cock sucking throat!”
Although I had been fairly certain that he wanted to go farther, his insistence of wanting to be used like that was a surprise. A very pleasant surprise at that. I had quite a bit of experience with taking a dominant role, but not with another male. I’ve always admired submissives, both male and female, and the amount of use they can handle and desire.
“Okay. There are some rules that we need to go over first”. I began to explain, “go and find something small to hold tightly in your hand. Nothing fragile, like a small ball or something and bring a pillow to kneel on ”.
He seemed very confused and started talking, I don’t need that, just want you to mouth **** me”.
“Enough!” I raised my voice slightly “Do as your told, do it quickly and without whining. Now go do what I said and kneel in front of me.
“Yes Sir” he sheepishly relied as he left the room.
As he exited I considered using a paper towel to wipe off some of the lube coating my cock and balls, but decided that he’d get the full experience of being used as a cock whore. He was back very soon, and kneeling in front of my chair attempted to hand me an orange golf ball.
“That’s for you” I explained to him,”normally we would use a safe-word, an obscure word that if you were to speak it, would let me know that whatever was happening was too much and you had to stop, or at least pause. Since you’re not going to have much of a chance to be talking you’ll hold the ball and if what I’m doing to you becomes more than you can take, just signal by dropping the ball. Understand?”
Looking up he answered in the affirmative and holding the ball in his left hand and began stroking his rigid cock with his left. “Leave that alone, I’ll let you know when you can touch yourself again. I want your undivided attention going forward. Put both of your hands behind your back.” I instructed him as I stood up. With him sitting back on his heels, he was in perfect position. It had been awhile since I’d been able to experience a D/s power dynamic, I was going to enjoy it immensely.
Grasping my cock shaft I gave it a quick firm stroke and pumped out a big fresh drop precum. “Open up slut, lick up what you’ve been craving since you first saw my cock”. His tongue slid out and slowly began lapping the clear cock fluid leaking from my pisshole. “Mmmm yes it’s even better than I’d expected”. He said as he slurped it up. I pulled my cock from his flicking tongue and started rubbing it on his upturned face, slapping him with it, lightly at first. “You like that slut? Having a hard cock smacking you?
“Oh my god, yes! I’m becoming such a little bitch, please give me more, please Sir! He was actually begging for it.
“Open up and get ready to lose your throat cherry.” I directed as I placed my hands on his head and slowly slid my throbbing cock between his parted lips. I’ve mentioned before that my cock is a very average 6” so I wasn’t to concerned that he wasn’t going to be able to take it all, my wife has no problem taking me balls deep without even gagging as long as I don’t pound it in too fast. That being said, as this was his first time, I didn’t want to gag him and have him panic and drop the ball. I was eager to throughly enjoy receiving my first blowjob from a male submissive slut, in fact my first oral experience not with a woman.
I could feel his tongue working on the underside of my shaft as I slid in, and he wrapped his lips around me and began sucking on my cock. I began pushing and pulling his head, slowly rocking him back and forth like a living fleshlight. Going a little deeper with each stroke. I could feel the back of his throat against the tip of my cock as I was still a couple inches from being fully into his sucking mouth. “Ready for more?” I asked him as I firmly grabbed his head and started pressing deeper, not waiting for a reply “Mmhhuuum” he responded while nodding the affirmative. He only gagged slightly a couple times as I got into a rhythm, moving my hips as much as I did his head, pistoning my throbbing cock into his now drooling mouth. Increasing the speed of my thrusts, my balls slapping against is his chin. The fastest I pumped myself into his hungry mouth the harder he seemed to suck. Slowing a bit, I reached down and lightly slapped his cheek. “Ease up there Tiger, you’re a cocksucker, not a ShopVac” He mumbled something that I took as an apology and lessened his suction around my cock steadily fucking his mouth.
After several hours of almost constant stimulation, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to continue much longer. Either I was going to have to take a break or just let him get his first taste of hot cum. As much as I was enjoying using my new cockslut, l didn’t want to risk stopping on the off chance he decided that he’d had enough cock and was reluctant to start again after a break. So I pulled my cock, soaked with a mixture of precum and his saliva. “Here suck on these, and even more gently, feel with your mouth how full they are, because I’m about to empty them down that nice sucking cock hole of yours”. His mouth enveloped first one, then the other of my swollen nuts as I rubbed my slick cock over his face. “You ready to go full on cock whore? Ready for my hot load?” I pulled my drenched ball sack out to allow him to reply.
“Oh please Sir, yes!! I want you to fuck my throat even harder and let me have all of your stuff! Now! please don’t make me beg!” I didn’t bother to tell him he was already begging like a cock crazy bitch, I just grabbed his head again and rammed my entire cock balls deep with one thrust and started pounding his face, ignoring his short gags as I hit the back of his throat with each fast stroke. As long as he held onto that golf ball I was going to give him what he’d asked for, to use his mouth like a cunt until he took the hot creamy load of cum I could feel that was imminently about to be released. Over and over my cock rammed his sucking mouth, struggling to make it last as long as possible, until I knew I was going to unload. “Here it come, slut!!” as I felt myself erupt “swallow my cum whore, swallow every fucking drop!!” Forcing my pulsating cock as deep as I could, I felt spasm after spasm of my ejaculate shooting directly into his open throat until the quantity overcame him and he started gagging. I pull back slightly to give him time to catch up and then back into his hot mouth to finish. “That’s it, take it all down like a good little cocksucker”. As my climax subsided, I slowed my movements, but continued sliding my cock between his slurping lips, letting him gently suck the remnants of hot load. I began to feel the familiar sensation of over stimulation and slipped my cock from his mouth and playfully slapped his face with it before sitting down in the chair thoroughly sated and relaxed. Mark looked as exhausted as I felt, slightly slack jawed his face was flushed red and streaked with traces of my precum. I could see a very large puddle of a combination of the drool/precum that had escaped his working mouth and his own precum that had been copiously leaking from his own neglected cock. I had no doubt that if I’d allowed him to bate during our session he’d have already cum.
“That was a very good first attempt at cocksucking, are you sure you’ve never done that before? I jokingly asked him.
“No! Never, I swear I haven’t Sir!” seemingly not realizing that I wasn’t really accusing him.
He surprised me that he seemed to want to continue the Sir/slut roles, so I decided to just go with it.
“Well, regardless you did excellent. Now go get me a beer and bring it out to the hot tub, then clean up the mess you made on the floor “ I said, gesturing to the puddle. The get yourself a beer and join me.
“Yes sir!” He replied as he struggled a little to get to his feet. He’d spent close to an hour on his knees and I couldn’t help thinking that he was going to spend a lot more time down there in the future.
I went out on the deck and pulled the cover aside on the huge hot tub. After figuring out the controls, I slipped into the water, just as Mark appeared with my beer which he’d poured into a frozen mug.
“ Sir? Do you think we should eat something it’s almost 11pm.” He asked.
This was going to take a little getting used to, having a naked man address me as Sir.
“Yes, make another attempt at the pizza. I’m actually very hungry myself. Go put a pizza in the oven, set a timer and come have a beer while we wait.” As he went to complete his assigned tasks, I enjoyed the warm and soothing spa, feeling very relaxed as I contemplated the remaining time we had at the lake. He returned to the the deck with not only a beer for himself but a fresh beer in another frozen mug for me. I motioned him to get in the hot tub with me and he set the timer and his beer within reach and lowered himself into the churning water.
“Not now, but in the morning, when you first get up, I want you to check your phone. There will be a text with a link to a questionnaire. It’s a BDSM questionnaire that asks about experience, kinks, likes, dislikes, limits and hard limits. The questionnaire will give me a starting baseline of sorts. There are no wrong answers, just answer truthfully. Over breakfast we’ll talk about your answers and of course you can ask me anything. He replied that he thought that was a great idea, and we just relaxed until the timer went off.
Without having to be told he was up and out of the hot tub, grabbed a couple of fresh towels and went in to fetch the pizza. Yeah I was already starting to enjoy having a submissive again. It wasn’t about having someone to preform menial tasks, more about having power given up and given up freely.
Once he returned and we’d finished the very late dinner pizza, I told him I was heading to bed, and he was free to stay up or get some sleep as well, but I thought tomorrow would be an awesome day. I told him in any case that I wanted him to wake me at 8:30am, and that he had to get up early enough to complete the questionnaire before that. “Yes Sir and thank you for the perfect evening!” he replied as I left him.
Upon reaching my room, I grabbed my phone and after a brief search found the link I needed. Copying the address, I pasted it into a text to Mark with the following message; “Here’s the questionnaire link, remember there are no right or wrong answers. Just complete it to the best of your ability and we’ll discuss at breakfast. Wake me promptly at 8:30 with a cup of black coffee and your mouth on my cock”. Hitting send, I laid back and was asleep in minutes.
To Be Continued....
We didn’t always finish each other off like that first encounter, but it was more likely than not to happen. In fact, we didn’t always climax, often just edging up that sweet point of pure bliss that’s familiar to any experienced edger. Though he was skeptical at first, Mark grew to enjoy the pleasure of delaying the gratification that an eventual release brought after an extended period of multiple edge sessions. I’d also introduced him to my extensive collection of cockrings, masturbation sleeves and fleshlights. Needless to say we were in bators heaven whenever we were able to have the time to dedicate to the shared pleasures of our cockplay.
Not since that first session, when for a second I thought he was about to take my cock into his mouth, did I get any sense of Mark wanting to go any farther than mutual stroking of cocks. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t consider the possibility of more than trading handjobs happening. More than once while servicing Marks thick throbbing tool I’d considered making my first attempt at cocksucking. I thought of licking his shaft from nuts to the tip, slurping up the precum that flowed so freely. In my mind I would have a brief struggle to get my mouth around his thick cock. The only thing that held me back was the fear of freaking him out and that being the end of our stroke sessions. Just being curious about sucking cock and having his hot mouth on mine, just wasn’t worth that risk.
As I said earlier, while it was fantastic being able to get together when we could, we both expressed the desire to someday have a marathon session. A couple of days and nights of uninterrupted time just to stroke and be stroked, where to only goal was to end up with very sore cocks and empty balls. Eventually after a lot of brainstorming we came up with a plausible idea. Marks relatives had a lake house on lake Whitney that he could have use of with enough notice. We would tell the wives we were going fishing for the weekend. Mark and his wife were quite a bit younger than my wife and I and we weren’t really in the same social circle, not really having any mutual friends so it didn’t seem strange that none of my other friends would be going on the “guys weekend”. After securing use of the lake house at the end of the month, we made plans to leave right after we got off work that Friday and not return until early Sunday evening. Accounting for the drive there and back, would leave us close to forty eight hours of time for some serious cockplay.
When the day finally arrived to depart for the lake I was more than ready. I’d packed the night before, taking nothing more than a couple pairs of shorts and a few t-shirts. Of course hidden in the bottom of my overnight bag was a small kitbag with a few of my favorite cockplay toys and plenty of lube. After loading up my truck with a cooler full of beer and the unlikely to see water fishing gear, were soon on the road to what we were call our “Bate Lodge”. As I drove, Mark spent sometime on his phone surfing and bookmarking some good stuff to fuel our extended cock time. His descriptions of his search results had me primed and ready to go. The choice I’d made to wear baggy running shorts proved to be the right one, giving me ample opportunity to massage my throbbing cock as I drove and listened to Marks suggested topics. Glancing over it was obvious that he was anticipating the weekend as much as I was. He had the waistband of his shorts pulled down enough to expose his swollen cockhead, already slicked with the precum oozing from the slit, showing the result of his web search and the occasional manipulation. I remarked that the traffic was pretty light and the height of the truck would prevent any passing vehicles getting a look into the truck cab. So we both slid our shorts down and leisurely stroked ourselves as we continued to our destination. By the time we arrived at the lake house we had worked ourselves to a very nice edge.
The lake house was nothing like what I’d expected. I’d pictured a simple place with a small boat dock with a rowboat tied up to it. It was huge with four bedrooms and three full bathrooms. A huge greatroom with a fantastic media setup. A covered deck ran the full length of the side facing the lake, with a enormous hot tub set into one end of the deck. The lake was 30 or 40 yards from the house and there was a boathouse with at least two boats within. Mark told me to take my pick of the rooms upstairs and then meet to him on the deck. After throwing my bag into one of the rooms with a lake view, I took a quick piss and headed back downstairs. Mark was already out on the deck and to my surprise, stripped down naked in a lounger enjoying his first cold brew. He told me to feel free to go as comfortable as I wanted, explaining that the place was very secluded and even boats passing out on the lake couldn’t get a good enough view to see anything. He said he and his wife used to spend an entire weekend naked and fucking and sucking all over the property, including the pontoon boat. Unfortunately that was before having k**s, back when her sex drive was more inline with his. I said I don’t want to depress you, but if my experience was an indicator, it wasn’t likely to get any better with time. He replied that he’d come to accept that reality, and that he was ok with it as long as he was able to supplement his needs with regular bate sessions and our occasional j/o sessions.
Words cannot fully describe how relaxing it was, just lying back enjoying a beer and talking about life while feeling so at ease being naked and surrounded by the perfect setting. It was beginning to get dark and he said that the options for dinner were to take one of the boats to a lakeside restaurant about 45 minutes away or to fix something from the kitchen here and replacing whatever we used. I said that unless the restaurant was clothing optional that I voted for the later and suggested that we move inside and check out some of the bookmarks he’d found on the ride up.
While he was getting the video set up, I went up and got the kitbag I’d brought. He positioned two media chairs in front of the 60” smart tv, angled to provide a perfect view of not only the on screen action, but to each other’s activities. While he grabbed us a couple fresh beers, I selected a cockring and put it on. A neoprene ring that could either just encircle my balls or stretch to capture both my cock and sack. I stretched it around just my balls and pulled them downward allowing the ring to gently squeeze the ball skin just below my now fully erect cock, trapping my nuts in a very tight ball about the size of a tennis ball. Mark had tried several different type rings during some of our previous sessions and finally decided that he preferred to go aunatural, leaving his cock and balls unencumbered by anything. As he handed me my beer he said “fuck that looks so hot, I wish I liked how they feel on me” I assured him that using cockrings, or any other “enhancement” was a very subjective thing, and luckily not everyone had the same preferences. Variety was key.
As we sat back and he started streaming from his phone the screen was filled with the scene of an apparent amateur swingers orgy with several couples partaking simultaneously in just about every possible sexual act possible.
“Oh fuck yeah!” exclaimed Mark “I’d give just about anything to be a part of something like that. Imagine having your choice of all that pussy and ass, all the tits, hard cocks and hot fuckable mouth’s you could handle!” I voiced my definite agreement pining that it was a shame we hadn’t invited them. I also silently noted his inclusion of access to the “hard cocks” in his ideal group scenario. While I didn’t say anything about his comment at the moment, it did start me thinking that maybe he was a curious as I was about adding a little oral action to our weekend.
Soon we were into our now familiar groove. Stroking our well greased cocks while enjoying the intensely hot action playing on screen. As I had plenty of lube, I began taking one finger and wiping up all the precum that my steady pumping was bringing forth and sucking it from my finger tip, savoring the slick, slightly sweet fluid.
“Holy fuck that’s so incredibly hot Bro!!” as he witnessed my new technique, well new to him seeing me doing it anyway. I watched him firmly grasp his own shaft and draw up a large stream of pre. I resisted the sudden urge to quickly move to him and suck that yummy looking juice from his fingers. I just studied his movements as he slowly brought two fingers dripping with his cock fluid to his open mouth and flicked out his tongue, testing the flavor. The whole time his hand is steadily sliding up and down the length of his thick cock. He seemed to like it as he proceeded to suck his fingers clean and went back for seconds.
“Mmm so good! Why haven’t I ever tried that before?!?” I couldn’t even begin to answer that, having the belief that every guy had at least tried the taste of their own cum and precum. Instead I just asked him if he wondered if it would taste even better directly from the source. My comment seemed to take him by surprise and a familiar deep moan escaped from his mouth as his creamy load began shooting from his cockhead in several thick ropes, splattering his chest and abdomen. I continued jacking my own pulsating cock slowly, throughly enjoying the sight of his climax.
“Wow!! Sorry but that really snuck up on me! I just couldn’t seem to hold back” he said, once he’d caught his breath.
“Nothing to be sorry about, it’s always hot watching you shoot your load, and I’m sure it’s only the first of many before we head home.”
I told him I wanted to preserve my edge for now and suggested that we take a break and maybe find something to eat. He said that sounds like a plan and said he was going to take a quick shower and that I could throw a frozen pizza in the oven. By the time he came back from his shower I had the oven preheated and the pizza going. I set a timer and we grabbed a couple fresh beers and went out on the deck.
“What did you mean earlier.. when you said direct from the source?” He asked quietly.
“I meant from a cock.. from my cock specifically. I could be wrong but I think that you’re just as intrigued by the idea of doing more than trading handjobs.” Once the words had been spoken there was no going back, so I kept talking. I straight up told him I wanted to give my first blowjob and I wanted to get as much of his thick hard on into my mouth as I could. That I wanted to take my time and lick every inch of his fuckstick and feel him throbbing as I sucked another hot load from his balls. Suddenly the oven timer went of and interrupted my little speech. Mark hurried into the kitchen to rescue the pizza, but was back in mere minutes.
“Fuck pizza.. yes I want to feel your mouth,,, but not until I after you fuck my mouth”
“No problem, we’ll take turns” I assured him, “come get your first cock” I teased as I stroked myself.
“No I mean I want you to FUCK my mouth.. I mean I’m definitely not going to say no to getting my cock sucked, but I want my first experience to be really rough.. I want you to use my throat like a hot tight cunt. And don’t stop until you pump every ounce of your cream down my cock sucking throat!”
Although I had been fairly certain that he wanted to go farther, his insistence of wanting to be used like that was a surprise. A very pleasant surprise at that. I had quite a bit of experience with taking a dominant role, but not with another male. I’ve always admired submissives, both male and female, and the amount of use they can handle and desire.
“Okay. There are some rules that we need to go over first”. I began to explain, “go and find something small to hold tightly in your hand. Nothing fragile, like a small ball or something and bring a pillow to kneel on ”.
He seemed very confused and started talking, I don’t need that, just want you to mouth **** me”.
“Enough!” I raised my voice slightly “Do as your told, do it quickly and without whining. Now go do what I said and kneel in front of me.
“Yes Sir” he sheepishly relied as he left the room.
As he exited I considered using a paper towel to wipe off some of the lube coating my cock and balls, but decided that he’d get the full experience of being used as a cock whore. He was back very soon, and kneeling in front of my chair attempted to hand me an orange golf ball.
“That’s for you” I explained to him,”normally we would use a safe-word, an obscure word that if you were to speak it, would let me know that whatever was happening was too much and you had to stop, or at least pause. Since you’re not going to have much of a chance to be talking you’ll hold the ball and if what I’m doing to you becomes more than you can take, just signal by dropping the ball. Understand?”
Looking up he answered in the affirmative and holding the ball in his left hand and began stroking his rigid cock with his left. “Leave that alone, I’ll let you know when you can touch yourself again. I want your undivided attention going forward. Put both of your hands behind your back.” I instructed him as I stood up. With him sitting back on his heels, he was in perfect position. It had been awhile since I’d been able to experience a D/s power dynamic, I was going to enjoy it immensely.
Grasping my cock shaft I gave it a quick firm stroke and pumped out a big fresh drop precum. “Open up slut, lick up what you’ve been craving since you first saw my cock”. His tongue slid out and slowly began lapping the clear cock fluid leaking from my pisshole. “Mmmm yes it’s even better than I’d expected”. He said as he slurped it up. I pulled my cock from his flicking tongue and started rubbing it on his upturned face, slapping him with it, lightly at first. “You like that slut? Having a hard cock smacking you?
“Oh my god, yes! I’m becoming such a little bitch, please give me more, please Sir! He was actually begging for it.
“Open up and get ready to lose your throat cherry.” I directed as I placed my hands on his head and slowly slid my throbbing cock between his parted lips. I’ve mentioned before that my cock is a very average 6” so I wasn’t to concerned that he wasn’t going to be able to take it all, my wife has no problem taking me balls deep without even gagging as long as I don’t pound it in too fast. That being said, as this was his first time, I didn’t want to gag him and have him panic and drop the ball. I was eager to throughly enjoy receiving my first blowjob from a male submissive slut, in fact my first oral experience not with a woman.
I could feel his tongue working on the underside of my shaft as I slid in, and he wrapped his lips around me and began sucking on my cock. I began pushing and pulling his head, slowly rocking him back and forth like a living fleshlight. Going a little deeper with each stroke. I could feel the back of his throat against the tip of my cock as I was still a couple inches from being fully into his sucking mouth. “Ready for more?” I asked him as I firmly grabbed his head and started pressing deeper, not waiting for a reply “Mmhhuuum” he responded while nodding the affirmative. He only gagged slightly a couple times as I got into a rhythm, moving my hips as much as I did his head, pistoning my throbbing cock into his now drooling mouth. Increasing the speed of my thrusts, my balls slapping against is his chin. The fastest I pumped myself into his hungry mouth the harder he seemed to suck. Slowing a bit, I reached down and lightly slapped his cheek. “Ease up there Tiger, you’re a cocksucker, not a ShopVac” He mumbled something that I took as an apology and lessened his suction around my cock steadily fucking his mouth.
After several hours of almost constant stimulation, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to continue much longer. Either I was going to have to take a break or just let him get his first taste of hot cum. As much as I was enjoying using my new cockslut, l didn’t want to risk stopping on the off chance he decided that he’d had enough cock and was reluctant to start again after a break. So I pulled my cock, soaked with a mixture of precum and his saliva. “Here suck on these, and even more gently, feel with your mouth how full they are, because I’m about to empty them down that nice sucking cock hole of yours”. His mouth enveloped first one, then the other of my swollen nuts as I rubbed my slick cock over his face. “You ready to go full on cock whore? Ready for my hot load?” I pulled my drenched ball sack out to allow him to reply.
“Oh please Sir, yes!! I want you to fuck my throat even harder and let me have all of your stuff! Now! please don’t make me beg!” I didn’t bother to tell him he was already begging like a cock crazy bitch, I just grabbed his head again and rammed my entire cock balls deep with one thrust and started pounding his face, ignoring his short gags as I hit the back of his throat with each fast stroke. As long as he held onto that golf ball I was going to give him what he’d asked for, to use his mouth like a cunt until he took the hot creamy load of cum I could feel that was imminently about to be released. Over and over my cock rammed his sucking mouth, struggling to make it last as long as possible, until I knew I was going to unload. “Here it come, slut!!” as I felt myself erupt “swallow my cum whore, swallow every fucking drop!!” Forcing my pulsating cock as deep as I could, I felt spasm after spasm of my ejaculate shooting directly into his open throat until the quantity overcame him and he started gagging. I pull back slightly to give him time to catch up and then back into his hot mouth to finish. “That’s it, take it all down like a good little cocksucker”. As my climax subsided, I slowed my movements, but continued sliding my cock between his slurping lips, letting him gently suck the remnants of hot load. I began to feel the familiar sensation of over stimulation and slipped my cock from his mouth and playfully slapped his face with it before sitting down in the chair thoroughly sated and relaxed. Mark looked as exhausted as I felt, slightly slack jawed his face was flushed red and streaked with traces of my precum. I could see a very large puddle of a combination of the drool/precum that had escaped his working mouth and his own precum that had been copiously leaking from his own neglected cock. I had no doubt that if I’d allowed him to bate during our session he’d have already cum.
“That was a very good first attempt at cocksucking, are you sure you’ve never done that before? I jokingly asked him.
“No! Never, I swear I haven’t Sir!” seemingly not realizing that I wasn’t really accusing him.
He surprised me that he seemed to want to continue the Sir/slut roles, so I decided to just go with it.
“Well, regardless you did excellent. Now go get me a beer and bring it out to the hot tub, then clean up the mess you made on the floor “ I said, gesturing to the puddle. The get yourself a beer and join me.
“Yes sir!” He replied as he struggled a little to get to his feet. He’d spent close to an hour on his knees and I couldn’t help thinking that he was going to spend a lot more time down there in the future.
I went out on the deck and pulled the cover aside on the huge hot tub. After figuring out the controls, I slipped into the water, just as Mark appeared with my beer which he’d poured into a frozen mug.
“ Sir? Do you think we should eat something it’s almost 11pm.” He asked.
This was going to take a little getting used to, having a naked man address me as Sir.
“Yes, make another attempt at the pizza. I’m actually very hungry myself. Go put a pizza in the oven, set a timer and come have a beer while we wait.” As he went to complete his assigned tasks, I enjoyed the warm and soothing spa, feeling very relaxed as I contemplated the remaining time we had at the lake. He returned to the the deck with not only a beer for himself but a fresh beer in another frozen mug for me. I motioned him to get in the hot tub with me and he set the timer and his beer within reach and lowered himself into the churning water.
“Not now, but in the morning, when you first get up, I want you to check your phone. There will be a text with a link to a questionnaire. It’s a BDSM questionnaire that asks about experience, kinks, likes, dislikes, limits and hard limits. The questionnaire will give me a starting baseline of sorts. There are no wrong answers, just answer truthfully. Over breakfast we’ll talk about your answers and of course you can ask me anything. He replied that he thought that was a great idea, and we just relaxed until the timer went off.
Without having to be told he was up and out of the hot tub, grabbed a couple of fresh towels and went in to fetch the pizza. Yeah I was already starting to enjoy having a submissive again. It wasn’t about having someone to preform menial tasks, more about having power given up and given up freely.
Once he returned and we’d finished the very late dinner pizza, I told him I was heading to bed, and he was free to stay up or get some sleep as well, but I thought tomorrow would be an awesome day. I told him in any case that I wanted him to wake me at 8:30am, and that he had to get up early enough to complete the questionnaire before that. “Yes Sir and thank you for the perfect evening!” he replied as I left him.
Upon reaching my room, I grabbed my phone and after a brief search found the link I needed. Copying the address, I pasted it into a text to Mark with the following message; “Here’s the questionnaire link, remember there are no right or wrong answers. Just complete it to the best of your ability and we’ll discuss at breakfast. Wake me promptly at 8:30 with a cup of black coffee and your mouth on my cock”. Hitting send, I laid back and was asleep in minutes.
To Be Continued....
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