A Hungry Boy by swswstaffer,swswstaffer The Seduction:
“So, should I leave now?”
“Yes, I am ready for you.”
“Yessir, I will knock on your door in about 10 minutes.”
Damn, this was really going down, literally. I had the house, a nice Airbnb, to myself. I was guest lecturing for the week at the state’s flagship university and the budget they gave me for a hotel was enough for a house a couple of blocks from campus.
Bored and horny, I had looked on Doublelist and Sniffies to see what was happening. It was a weekday morning, so I didn’t expect much. Doublelist didn’t have anything that appealed, and a few posts that were a huge turn off, like “taking anon loads, door open.”
But to my surprise, Sniffies showed a map crowded with torsos, dicks and anonymous symbols. One, less than two miles away caught my attention:
“Recent graduate feeling the need to be of service to a DF guy.”
I scrolled down to look at the description. The guy who posted said he was 25. He had no face pic, but his profile shot showed the torso of a slim nearly hairless chest. His stats were 5’10 and 170, DF and healthy.
I figured why not have a little fun dialogue even if nothing came of it.
“I fit the bill,” I typed. “Sane, normal guy, 15 years older than you but in decent shape.”
The reply came within 30 seconds:
“Thanks for responding. I almost never do this but have been feeling a deep need to serve an alpha male. But I am risk averse. Do you play often?”
“No, only rarely. I am in a relationship, with a woman, and am very careful about not blowing up my world by bringing anything unwanted home.”
“Awesome. I’, 100% disease-free. Send me a pic?”
“I don’t send face photos, but here is my body.” I sent a pic taken in the bathroom mirror, shirtless and wearing work out shorts. The photo only showed me from the chin down.
The guy who posted the ad shot back:
“You look great, sir. And I have been fantasizing about serving an older guy. Are you looking for good head?”
“That’s exactly what I am looking for. And I can host.”
“Do you enjoy being dominant/ I need to be on my knees and like to be told what to do.”
“I can help you with that, but need some guidelines and boundaries, you know — so I can keep it hot for you but not go overboard. Tell me what your deepest needs are.”
“I want to be a good boy for you, sir. I want to lose myself in giving you pleasure. It’s all about you, sir. I will be obedient and will get what I need from serving you well.”
Well, that sure made my dick start to chub up in my pants. Maybe I should pull the trigger. I decided to respond in role-play mode and see what kind of reaction that got.
“I am interested, boy. Tell me more about your need to serve, so I can decide if you are worthy of sucking my cock.”
“I crave an alpha cock in my mouth, sir. My dick is getting painfully hard just thinking about filling my mouth with your manly meat and obeying your commands.”
“Do you need verbal encouragement, boy?”
“Yessir, if you are willing to give me commands so I can pleasure you better, sir. I am your submissive servant. I need to be put in my place, sir.”
“How do you react to degrading dirty talk, boy? Your alpha needs to know what will make you the most eager to please.”
“Please degrade and humiliate me, sir. I crave that too and it will make me work even harder to give you pleasure.”
“You have convinced me, boy, so hurry over here to take care of my full balls If you tell me you are ready to leave our place, I will send you the address. And from the moment you walk in, I will be your alpha. Do you agree, boy?”
“Yessir. I will work hard to make you happy you chose me, sir.”
Holy shit, I couldn’t believe I had gotten so hard just typing this stuff. I typed in my address and hit “Send.”
Submission Mixed with Shame:
I prepared for the boy’s arrival by pouring myself a drink and laying out a couple of hand towels by the bed. It wasn’t long until I heard a tentative knock on my front door. I opened the door and stood in the doorway, blocking the young man’s way.
“Just stand there, boy and let me examine you clothed to see if you will be allowed inside.”
“Yessir,” the boy looked down in a submissive pose.
“Acceptable, I guess. Now come inside and stand while I ask you some questions. I expect total honesty, boy. Are you willing to answer my questions without even a small lie?
“Yessir.” The boy continued to stare at the floor as if he was both embarrassed and shy. I took him at his word that he craved humiliation, so I let it flow.
“Tell me why you are here boy. State your purpose.”
“I am here to serve you, sir, in any way you command. My purpose is to give you pleasure.”
“Very good, boy. But serve me how? Now tell me, are you a cocksucker, boy?
“Yessir, I… am…a…cocksucker, sir.” The boy stammered a bit as he almost whispered the words.
“Well, in my house, cocksuckers are always naked, so remove those clothes, boy. I need to inspect you before deciding what use to make of you.”
The boy quickly stripped off his shirt, unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants. He was wearing briefs that showed an erection. I sat in a big easy chair and watched as he disrobed.
“All of it boy! Don’t make me wait.”
The boy nervously dropped his white Calvin Klein briefs, causing his hard cock to spring up and slap his flat belly. This kid obviously worked out. He had a nice swimmer’s build. The patch of dark brown pubic hair above his hard dick was neatly trimmed. It looked like he had shaved his balls. Nice.
I was still seated, as if judging a contest of some sort.
“Come closer boy.”
When the boy came withing reach, I gently grabbed his balls, feeling their smoothness. I flipped his hard cock so it again smacked his stomach.
“Now get down on those knees.”
The boy obeyed and tentatively looked at the tent in my pants.
“You have permission to fondle my cock, boy, gently so you can feel what you will be worshipping.”
The boy reached out and started feeling and rubbing my dick through the fabric. After he had made me even more aroused, I got up and stood over him. “Undress me boy.”
The boy slid my zipper down and helped me step out of my pants. I did not have any underwear on, so my semi-hard member was at his eye level.
“You have permission to touch my cock, boy. Hold it gently in your hand and lean down to lick only my balls.”
The boy obeyed and as I sat back down, he leaned in to slather my balls with his eager tongue.
“Make my balls feel good, boy. They hold your creamy reward. And I need you to warm them up so I can feed you a big load of what you crave.”
The boy eagerly lapped at my balls while gently holding my now almost full mast cock in his right hand. I let him lick and lap at my balls until they were wet with his saliva. The attention felt wonderful, all the more because the boy seemed so eager to please me.
“That’s enough for now, boy. Now slowly lick my cock from the base to the tip, keeping your tongue on the underneath side and stop where the shaft meets the head. Now lick and nibble that special spot just below the head.”
The boy dutifully obeyed, licking up slowly and wetly to the spot I instructed him to pay attention to. He licked and nibbled there with total submission. I noticed his cock was straining. A pearl of precum bubbled out of is piss slit.
“You like that, don’t you boy? You like licking my cock and pleasing that special place on it don’t you?”
“Yessir, I love your cock sir. I want to worship and please it.”
“I can see that boy. Your own little dick is hard as steel, isn’t it? Now reach down and gather up that drop of precum on your boy dick, squeeze out some more and gather it with your fingers, boy.”
The boy stopped licking the frenulum of my now straining tool a moment to do as I instructed.
“Now, look in my eyes boy as you lick that precum off your fingers.”
The boy greedily licked up his own precum.
“Good boys always lap up their own precum, don’t they? You eat yours when you are masturbating, don’t you?”
“Yessir, always.” He looked down in embarrassment at discussing his masturbation habits.
“And when you do, you imagine you are tasting the precum of a big cock that you are serving, isn’t that right boy?”
“Yessir,” the boy responded in a soft voice, his red face conveying shame at discussing his jerk off habits. I decided to shame him further to see how he reacted. I sensed that he needed more humiliation, and that this topic was taboo.
“When did you start jerking off boy? Tell me when and how you discovered self-pleasure.”
I was right, as the boy’s face turned redder as he answered.
“I was 12 or 13, sir and my dick got erect in the shower. I was all sudsy with shower gel, sir and I started to rub it and it felt so good.”
“You have never told anyone about your masturbation habits, have you boy?”
“No, sir.”
“But you are going to tell me. So when you rubbed that dick in the shower, you had your first orgasm, didn’t you boy — and your cum shot out of you, didn’t it.”
“Yessir, I was surprised but it felt too good to stop. So I did it again.”
“And you didn’t stop, did you? You have been jerking off ever since, haven’t you?”
“Yessir.”
“You sometimes did it three or four times a day when you were a teenager, didn’t you, boy?”
“Yessir, and I sometimes do it more than once now too.”
“Now look at me, boy. Tell me the truth. You have tasted your cum, haven’t you, dirty boy?”
The boy turned even redder in the face as he stammered out his confession.
“Yessir. I wanted to taste it for a long time but didn’t because after I came, I lost the desire. But one day, I finally tried it.”
“And you liked it didn’t you, boy”
“Yessir, It felt so dirty and bad, but then I started to like how it tastes and how eating it made me feel.”
“And tell me boy, now you cup your hand and catch the load so you can lap it all up, don’t you?”
“Yessir. I am so embarrassed, sir.”
“No, you are just fulfilling your purpose, boy. Good boys always swallow every drop of jizz, whether their own or the man they are servicing, isn’t that right boy?”
“Yessir.”
“And the more cum you eat, the more you crave it, isn’t that right boy?”
“Yessir. I need it, sir.”
“That’s right, boy. Now I am going to instruct you as to how to work up some delicious precum from my cock for you to taste. That will be your appetizer, boy. Now slowly engulf the head of my cock in your mouth and gently swirl your tongue around the head.”
The boy complied and showed a renewed eagerness, even more turned on by being interrogated about his jerk off habits and admitting to eating his own cum while imagining it was someone else’s. I directed him as to how I liked my cock sucked. The boy was a fast learner.
“That’s it, boy, fill your mouth with cock… that’s the way, now take more and see if you can get it all down.”
The boy went down to my balls and held it there a second before his gag reflex made him back off. I loved the way he stared longingly at my engorged member and licked his lips before plunging back down.
“Keep that up boy. Yes, keep sucking. And use your left hand to cup and gently massage my balls. That’s it.”
The boy slurped and sucked with abandon, obviously lost in the pleasure of being filled with cock. I kept up a steady stream of dialogue, part instruction, part degradation.
“You need that cock in your mouth, don’t you boy?”
“Uhm,hum,” he hummed his agreement while greedily devouring my hard as steel cock.
“This is your purpose in life, isn’t it boy? To suck superior cock and swallow all the sperm it shoots in your obedient mouth.”
The boy worked harder, humming his agreement.
Keep working boy. You’ll need to show me how much you need your reward and how hard you are willing to work for it. Tell me boy, you need cum, don’t you? You carve my creamy load in your mouth don’t you?”
The boy nodded in agreement as he continued to bathe my cock with his wet lips and tongue. As I talked to him about craving my load, he doubled down on his determination. I sensed that he craved even more humiliation.
“Keep sucking the big cock, boy. You need that load on your tongue and you can’t wait to swallow it all can you?”
The boy kept up the pace, eagerly and wetly pleasuring my rod. He learned how I liked my balls held and slowly worked, attentive to whatever pleased me.
“You dirty boy, you want my big load in your mouth. That’s it, work it out of me and onto your desperate tongue. You need to feel a big cock spurt in your mouth and ooze all its juices into you don’t you?”
The boy worked harder, then took just a brief pause to look at me and say, “I need it so bad, sir. Please feed me your sperm.”
I gently thrust up into the boy’s plunging mouth. He met my movements with more eager slurping. I fucked his face for a while and the boy eagerly met my thrusts even as water dripped from his eyes. I felt the cum start to rise, so I announced what he was about to receive and instructed him on how to take it.
“I’m getting closer, boy and when I tell you, pull out to where only the head is in your mouth. I don’t want to shoot my load straight down your throat where you can’t taste it. I am going to shoot it right on your tongue boy, so you can savor the full flavor of a man’s sperm,” I grunted as I felt I was only seconds away from erupting.
The boy worked harder than ever, adding a little hand action to jack me into his yearning mouth.
“I’m about to feed you, boy,” I croaked as my legs began to shake. As my explosion approached, I growled “You’re going to eat it all, boy, and not waste a single drop.”
My balls pulled up closer and tighter than before as the boy worked to pull my nut out of me, then I knew I was about to reward him for his hard work.
“Here it comes boy, keep jacking me and now pull back… that’s it, just keep the head in. Now swirl your tongue around my cockhead… oh fuck, oh fffffuuuucccckkkk….”
I unleashed a torrent of cum into the obedient boy’s mouth, holding his head as he winced and blinked hard at each jet. But he never took his mouth off my spurting cock, letting the white hot shots hit his tongue and pool in his compliant mouth. As the spurts subsided, he began plunging down again and again. I could see remnants of my jizz on my shaft as he took me up and down. I was gratified to see that when he came back up from the plunges, the droplets had been consumed. He lovingly sucked my saliva-slicked shaft clean.
“Swallow it all, boy. Cum is good for a boy. Feed on my sperm, boy.”
I watched the boy’s throat as he gulped down my load. A spied a small rivulet of jizz that escaped from his lips during the initial volleys and as he lovingly cleaned my spent cock with his lips, I told him to hold still a second. I scooped up the escaped sperm.
“Open boy, I have a little treat for you.”
As I fed him the escaped cum, he eagerly engulfed my finger, sucking it like a small cock.
“Now one last command, boy. Slowly squeeze my cock up from the base and see if you can get another drop of your reward to swallow. You know you need it all in your belly.”
The boy gently worked my cock from base to tip with his right hand while slowly working my balls like I taught him during the blowjob. He worked up a surprisingly large white pearl of cum, then looked up at me for permission.
“You earned it boy. Now lick up this last gift and swallow it down.”
The boy reverently put his lips to my piss slit and slurped up the offering, smiling as he swallowed it down his grateful gullet.
A sense of contentment swept over me as I relaxed with the boy still between my legs. I noticed his straining erection, wet with all the precum that dripped out of him while he serviced my cock.
The Boy Wasn’t Finished, Yet:
“Sit back boy and spread your legs.”
The boy complied immediately.
“Sucking my cock and swallowing all my cum kept your dick hard throughout, didn’t it boy?”
“Yessir, it was amazing. My dick hurts from straining so much.”
I thought I would add a last bit of humiliation for the boy, while allowing him to relieve his obviously urgent need.
“Did you even jerk off with a friend, like in middle school boy?”
“No sir. I was too shy and embarrassed to even talk about it with my friends.”
“Well, boy, since no one has ever watched you masturbate, I am going to give you one more new experience. Now imagine you are alone in your bed, watching the porn you bookmarked. You jack off to porn, don’t you, boy?”
“Yessir,” he whispered, clearly embarrassed.
“Gay porn, right boy? Gay blowjob porn, am I right? Cum eating porn. You have favorites like that saved, don’t you?”
“Yes,” the boy looked defeated with burning shame.
But you don’t need porn right now, do you boy? Your boy cock is already just about to explode, isn’t it?
“I almost came when you did, sir. I was so close.”
Well, you performed well, boy, so I am going to give you permission to cum, but only as I direct. Now demonstrate to me exactly how you do it at home but keep your eyes on mine. You may touch yourself now, boy.
The boy’s face was flushed with embarrassment as he started to jerk his dick. He obeyed my command that he look right at me. I noticed his technique and decided to make him talk about what had been a taboo for him.
“When you masturbate at home, boy, do you play with your balls?
“Usually, sir.”
“Then do that now and show me how you like for them to be massaged.”
The boy complied by using his left hand to cup his balls as his right hand steadily stoked his rod.
“I see that you don’t move your hand past the head, but that your jerk off technique is to move the skin of the shaft up and down, as if you still had foreskin. You don’t use your hand to ever go the full length from the tip to the base?
“No, sir, this is my usual method. It feels like it will be working too, in just a minute or so now.”
“I see some more precum has bubbled up, boy. You may look down now to see it. Capture that precum like you would at home and show me how you consume it. But look at me when you bring your fingers to your mouth.”
The boy used two fingers and squeezed up a bigger bubble of the sticky clear liquid, then greedily licked them while staring in my eyes.
“Tell me how it tastes boy and what you tend to think of when you consume your precum at home.”
“It tastes sweet and slippery, sir and eating it always makes me want to slurp my cum when I shoot even more.”
“Oh, you will, boy. Now jerk that boy cock and show me what you do when you shoot your load. Do it exactly how you do it alone.”
The boy started jacking faster, his breathing keeping pace with his hand.
“I’m about to blow sir, can I cum, sir?”
“You have permission, boy, but shoot it exactly where you did the last time you jerked off.”
The boy’s hand was flying up and down when he moved his left hand away from his tightly pulled up ball sac and held it in position to catch his load. The boy let out a slight cry as his jizz shot out of his dick with great force, then a second even larger shot, covering his fingers with goo. Some missed his hand and landed on his chest. He kept jacking it as more and more oozed out, an impressive volume for sure. As his panting started to slow, I instructed him to milk out the last seepage.
“Very good boy. Now show me how you lap up your own sperm. Do it now, boy!”
The boy tentatively brought his gooey left hand to his lips and started lapping up his copious juices. He licked his fingers with a mix of shame and relish, then returned to clean his palm of every remnant of his load. His dick remained mostly hard, though not pointing at the sky as it has earlier. I instructed him to see if there was more for him to eat.
“Start at the base, and squeeze up your shaft. Let’ see what is left in there for you to taste.”
Thanks for reading pls vote or comment The boy dutifully worked up a nice creamy dollop of his semen, which oozed out of his piss slit. Without my saying a word, he gathered it and sucked it off his fingers, his eyes never leaving mine. Watching him eat his own cum caused my dick to start to chub up a little.
“Get over here, boy. You have more work to do.”
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