His hot breath excited me. My prick throbbed and goose-pimples covered my flesh. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would submit to such an outrageous demand.
I rationalized that I had to do this-I made a deal with him, and had to live up to my word. This didn’t change anything, I still liked girls. But it did suddenly occur to me that maybe, just maybe, I could enjoy sex with men, too.
I was face-to-face with his long and slender erection. The faint odor from his crotch made me swoon. I leaned-in and inhaled deeply thru my nose. I began trembling. His smell excited me so much I had to grab his hips to steady myself.
I heard him chuckle and felt his hands stroking my cheek and hair.
“You know what to do,” he softly said above me. “…follow your instincts…”
Images from porn sites flooded my mind; photos of boys on their knees servicing their men. I remembered earlier in the car; what he liked and didn’t like. I already knew how to use my hands on him.
I took his scrotum in my hand; I cradled it and began to lightly massage his balls.
The fingers of my left-hand grasped the lower shaft of his cock. I applied the pressure I knew he liked, and slowly stroked his shaft.
I stared at his cockhead; round and purple; saw drops of pre-cum leaking from the slit and leaned forward and ran my tongue over his soft, hot flesh.
He and I groaned in unison.
I wet my lips and stretched them over his glans. I closed my eyes and drew his hardness into my mouth. I slowly moved my head back-and-forth; I discovered the more cock I could take into my mouth, the closer my nose was to his crotch and his incredibly intoxicating aroma.
I allowed my mind to once again drift amongst the clouds; I became lost in the sucking. Nothing at all mattered, or existed except the wonderfully, firm and soft flesh of his hard penis in my mouth.
I sucked him slowly for a long time. I loved it all: his heavy balls rolling in my hand; stroking his rock-hard shaft with my fingers; the feel of his hot cock stretching my lips wide; and lathering his flesh with my tireless tongue; lapping-up every drop of pre-cum, and finding out I wanted more; I wanted him to cum in my mouth so I could have another chance at swallowing all his juices.
“Faster…” he said above me.
My balls ached; without the sheer fabric of the panties rubbing my prick, I doubted I would be able to cum unless I took it in my hand and pleasured it myself. He showed no sign of allowing me to do that.
His words from this morning echoed in my mind: “Your pleasure will come from my pleasure!”
I stroked and sucked him faster and harder. His hips began to thrust forward, forcing his cock deeper in my mouth. I loved the heat of his body; the smooth, but firm flesh of his cock sliding between my lips.
I felt his balls contract in my hand and suddenly became alarmed.
How am I going to do this? I asked myself. How can I possibly swallow all his cum without spilling any?
I followed my instincts. I flattened my tongue on his slit, and when his explosions began, I made sure he came directly on my tongue. I swiftly lapped his cum, rolled my tongue back and swallowed, then repeated this motion until he’d emptied his balls in my mouth.
He was shouting his pleasure, and wildly bucking his hips; I had to hold onto his cock for dear life to prevent it from slipping from my mouth, but I remained focused thru-out his climax.
I was determined to catch every drop of semen and sperm on my tongue and swallow it, and-I DID IT-I SWALLOWED ALL OF IT!!
I felt an inner glow spreading; it felt like such a major accomplishment I beamed with pride. Suddenly, I remembered this afternoon, and instantly cleaned his cock with my lips and tongue until it glistened from only my saliva.
A thought came to mind that caused me great concern: I’m happy!
How can this be? Yes, I do enjoy making other people happy, but it never really did that much for me. I mean, the times my girlfriends had me eat their cunts, I was glad when I gave them orgasms, even the other night with Jennifer, but it never made me feel happy.
Then a creepy thought entered my mind and I couldn’t shake it: I hated licking their pussies, but was glad I could bring them to orgasm. This time was different. I actually loved sucking his cock…no matter how I justified or rationalized it: I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth-I loved running my tongue over his hot, smooth flesh and was absolutely thrilled I was good enough to make him cum in my mouth. I even loved the taste of his sperm and semen.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME??
I felt Danny lightly tapping my head and looked up at him.
“Don’t you have something to say to me, Sweetie?”
I felt my heart sink when I said the words he wanted to hear. I was gripped with despair because I knew deep inside I meant everything I said.
“D-Darling,” I said, staring into his eyes like he demanded. “Thank you for letting me suck your cock and swallow your cum…thank you.”
“AND?” his eyes bore a hole thru my skull.
“I—I—love sucking your c-cock…I love the taste of your cum…oh God, thank you, Darling-thank you!”
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror when I stood. My hard prick standing straight-out from my crotch; it was throbbing; I needed release in the worst way. Unconsciously, I took it in my hand, but Danny immediately slapped my hand away.
“Sweetie, that belongs to me-I will tell you when you can touch it…”
I saw him smile when he heard me whimper in frustration.
“I’m going to teach you two things this weekend, Sweetie,” he explained. “First, by the time you go to work Tuesday morning, you’re going to be an expert at sucking cock…”
He chuckled when he saw me cringe.
“And…” he continued. “…you’ll be well on your way to learning self-control…right now, every time your little dick gets hard you expect instant gratification-we are going to change that…just because you have an erection it doesn’t mean you’re entitled to an orgasm-you won’t like it at first, but I guarantee that when I do allow you to cum, your climax will be so powerful that you will drop to your knees and thank me by kissing my feet!”
He can’t be serious, I thought. That will never happen!
I watched him step into his boxer shorts and pull them into place. He then took the paper bag and emptied its contents onto the sofa. He carefully laid the panties out in a row.
It was one thing to keep my panties hidden away in the bottom drawer, and something entirely different to see them spread out side-by-side on his sofa. He took the panties I’d been wearing and placed them next to the other ones.
If he was trying to embarrass me he was accomplishing his goal. The sheer and sexy panties mocked me just by the sight of them on his sofa. They seemed so out-of-place-so silly, that for a split-second I couldn’t believe they were mine, much less that I used them to masturbate with.
“Sweetie, I noticed something odd this afternoon when I put them in the bag…”
Uh-oh-now what? I wondered.
“…all of your cum stains are on the front of the panties…I mean, if you wrapped them around your prick when you beat-off, the stains would be spread-out evenly-front AND back…from what I can see, to get stains only on the front you’d have to be wearing them when you cum…I’m somewhat confused, Sweetie-just how do you masturbate?”