Then, my door slowly creaked open and he walked in. I felt a bolt of happiness and excitement wash through me but didn’t show it. I figured he would be going through the motions of asking and wearing me down, but apparently that part of the game was over.
“Sheesh, felt like an eternity waiting on those guys to turn in,” he said as he walked up to me and undid his belt.
“Know you probably need this as much as me” he continued with a laugh as he brought his cock up to my mouth and gently applied pressure.
That was my opportunity to lay out ground rules or really do anything, and I didn’t take it. The anticipation of waiting all day for some sign from him and imagining sucking his cock made me fold immediately as my lips parted and wrapped around his cock. I let out a soft moan of victory as I got to work. I knew that I had essentially communicated a message to him that he could have this any time he wanted and that I was basically free use for him.
I put it to the back of my mind as he sent his cock further into my willing mouth.
“Fuck yeah” he moaned as he put his hands on the back of my head and guided my bobs up and down.
He was much more forceful and aggressive this time around, and I found myself struggling to keep up as his dick poked at the opening of my throat.
“Relax, you can do it,” he firmly said as he ventured in and tested my gag reflex.
I wasn’t feeling so sure as the sounds of me gagging joined his moans. Sure enough, he pushed too far and I convulsed, forcing him to pull his cock out followed by a trail of thick white saliva.
“You got this, man” he said in a weird sort of comforting tone as I caught my breath.
My respite was short lived as a minute later he slid back in, looking down at my tear and spit-streaked face as he continued to go deep.
“Oh God, oh fuck yeah” he moaned as he picked up the pace, fucking my throat.
I managed to get somewhat a hang of it, feeling grateful that he wasn’t putting his full length inside. I started toying with his balls and knew he was close.
“Fuuuuckkk” he moaned as he came down my throat while I struggled to control my throat and breathing as he held my head in place.
Once released, I frantically caught my breath and wiped my face while he stood above me grinning. I thought about telling him this was a bit much, but his spit-soaked cock made me abandon any protests. It was just so beautiful and I didn’t want to jeopardize my chances at sucking it again.
“Damn dude, that was even better than last night! I think soon you’ll be able to take it all,” he said as he grabbed hold of my head and lightly brushed my lips with his cock.
My own cock was straining against my shorts. Ross’ raw sexual dominance was overpowering. He was such a fucking….man, compared to me. I did nothing except stick my tongue out to lick his dick. I would have happily sucked him off again if he wanted it. Instead, he zipped up and left, leaving me to jerk off.
The next four days followed more or less the same pattern. He’d come in and fuck my throat and I’d get a little more down there each time. He’d mix things up, whether intentional or not, by blowing his load down my throat or in my mouth.
On the seventh day, I conquered it. Or, more realistically, he conquered my gag reflex and shoved it all of the way in. He paused and held my face against his pubes, looking down in awe for several moments before he rapidly began throat fucking me with the full length over and over and over.
It was surreal. Watching the length of his penis disappear into my mouth while my face smashed into his pubes was electrifying. It’s also not as if I was a pro at it, he just treated me like one. I continued to gag and he continued to ignore it, at some points pausing once he was fully in and pushing my head as flat as he could into his pubes and enjoying the feeling of my throat for a few more moments before resuming.
After the first few face fuckings I anticipated that I would eventually get there, but what I didn’t anticipate was the feeling of pride and accomplishment that would come with it. I felt real joy at being able to please Ross in a way that he really craved. I was incredibly hard and moaned like a slut as he continued to fuck my throat. I couldn’t wait to eat his cum.
Rather than bust inside of me, however, this time he whipped it out, gave it a few jerks and came all over my face. I caught some in my mouth and quickly ate it, but the majority of it drenched my face. It was a classic porno thing that I knew guys loved, but I didn’t expect it. Maybe unsurprisingly, it made me feel hot and used.
Catching his breath, Ross praised me.
“Damn, you fucking did it. You took the whole thing!” He said, holding his cock out to show out the length as if he couldn’t believe I had managed it.
I remained on my knees, face drenched in cum, a little in disbelief myself.
“Go ahead and chow down on that cum, dude. You earned it,” he continued.
So, I carefully scooped up the cum on my face and licked it off my fingers right there in front of him, unable to contain or disguise my depravity or horniness.
Unlike other times, he didn’t immediately leave. He stood there with a triumphant grin and watched as I ate all of it.
“Mmm, damn, you’re insatiable,” he laughed as he watched me eat the last of it.
“Listen…I know you want me to fuck you soon. I can see it in your eyes. The guys are gonna be out all weekend camping. I figure that’s as good a time as any. And don’t worry, you’ll still be able to suck on it whenever you want,” he continued.
“Just gotta wait two more days. Get that ass ready,” he said with a smile as he left.
He had such a way of making it seem like everything was my idea and for my benefit. If I was horny enough, it honestly felt like it was warping my mind. I felt a real appreciation for Ross “letting” me suck his dick and swallow his cum. I acknowledged it was mutually beneficial. Like any normal guy, Ross loved having his cock sucked. I was the odd one in the picture, a guy who loved sucking cock.
I knew I wanted him to take me all the way and fuck me, but I questioned if I was ready. I thought about it as I fished some lube out of the dresser and began to slowly finger myself. It was a tight squeeze, and his cock was certainly bigger than my fingers.
I gripped my cock with my free hand and fingered my ass harder. I imagined Ross bending me over on my bed and fucking me. I made up my mind then and there that I’d give him my ass. Not only because I wanted it, but because he did.