“Are you OK Travis,” asked Carl anxiety in his tone.
“I (breath) haven’t felt this good, (deep breath) in a month,” I said opening my mouth to swallow his cock again.
“Me either babe,” said Carl running his fingers through my hair. He then got a good grip on my head and started to fuck my mouth. “I’ve (thrust) missed (thrust) you (thrust) so (thrust) Fucking (thrust) much.”
I focused on breathing through my nose. Carl also didn’t put his entire cock in my mouth as we both knew I couldn’t take that much so I was not in any danger of passing out. I relinquished control to him completely. I loved him. I trusted him and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me even in this sexually charged fugue state.
Half a dozen thrusts later Carl let go of my hair and took a step back. It would appear that Carl was more drained than he was originally letting on. He looked tired. He was breathing hard and beads of sweat covered his brow. “Are you OK Pita,” I asked, “You’re looking a little tired.”
“I’m never too exhausted to fuck that sweet little ass of yours,” He answered grabbing both of my shoulders and pushing me over onto my back.
I love it when he takes charge like that. He wiped his forehead and grabbed his bag. Pulling out a bottle of lube, Carl is always prepared and poured it onto my little boy stick. He grabbed my legs and pulled me back to the edge of the bed. I rested my heels on his shoulders and his shoulders and he reached for my dick. Then he stopped and smiled. “Is that as hard as you get?” Carl asked.
A little confused I looked between my legs to see that my little man was at full power. “Yes.”
Carl made a tisk, tisk tisk sound, “Oh I know I have seen you bigger than that,” Carl said smiling devilishly down at me. “Stroke it,” he ordered coldly.
I put my fingers around my little shaft and did as he ordered. “That’s it. Play with your little toy,” Carl cooed. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes.”
“That’s it,” He moved so his cock was in line with mine, “Stroke mine too, faggot.”
“Yes, Pita”
“Are you mine?” Carl asked.
“Yes.”
“Are you my little faggot slut?”
“Yes.”
“Not Arthur’s?”
“NO.”
“Not Jason’s?
“Only yours Pita,” I took a deep breath, “Only yours forever.”
“You will do whatever I say?” He looked at me skeptically.
“Yes, Pita. Anything,” I professed.
“What if I told you to call down to the front desk and have Trent come here so I could fuck him instead of you?” Carl asked testing me.
“I would be crushed,” I admitted, “But I’ll do it.”
To prove it I reached for the phone. This seemed to please Carl. He slapped me playfully on the butt again, “I didn’t tell you to stop stroking yourself.”
“Your right Pita,” I took my already softening dick back in hand, “I’m so sorry.”
“You should be,” he said slapping my other cheek, “I think more and more about calling Trent.”
“Oh, please don’t Pita,” I pleated once again forgetting to keep stroking my penis.
Clap, Carl connected with my ass a little less playful this time, “You see, you’re not listening.”
“I’m so sorry, Pita,” I begged. “I will do better.”
“Damn right you will,” Carl said in what I hoped was mock annoyance, “Cum sluts like you are dime a dozen.”
“Oh, please don’t say that Pita,” I pleated. “See I didn’t forget and I’m getting bigger just like you wanted.”
“Yes,” He admitted looking down. “Good boy.”
God, I loved it when he called me, ‘boy.’ Jason had recently gotten Arthur to buy him a collar and I was hoping to talk Carl into buying me one too. I was also wondering if I could get Carl to buy me a chastity cage. I had read online that they helped a person focus. With my ADHD I need all the help in that department that I could get.
For example, right at that moment I was thinking of what Trent looked like naked. I was also wondering what it would be like to not have Riya living with us. Then I thought of how much fun it would be to live with Mrs. Thorn and be part of her, what do people call them, oh yes, stable. I also tried to remember if I had forgotten a chocolate bar in the glove box of the truck. This brought me back to Carl and his chocolate-colored skin.
“My cock is so hard Pita,” I said beginning to strain for real.
“And?”
“I need to cum.”
“But do you think you deserve to cum?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know,” Carl pondered. “I’ve had to spank you a couple of times…”
I was not entirely sure he was kidding and I have to admit I was getting a little worried. I had stopped massaging our cocks together and started stroking his log with my right hand and my twig with my left. My balls felt like they weigh a hundred pounds. My hands were getting tired and I needed to cum.
“Please Pita,” I whined, “I need to cum.”
“You, You, You,” Carl chided. “All I ever hear about is you.”
“You’re right,” I said changing my tact. “I’m so sorry Pita. Thank you so much for enduring my egocentricity.”
Carl lifted one eyebrow. “Go on,” he said and made a similar gesture with his hand.
“You are so wise. You are so strong,” I went on. “And no one has a bigger dick than you. Even Jason says so,” I let slip out before I had a chance to stop myself.
“So, you and Jason talk about me?”
“All the time. You are our world,” I said in an exaggerated tone.
The truth of it was Jason and I did talk about Carl. We talked about Carl a lot. Of course, we talked about Arthur a lot too, but I could tell that Jason had a crush on Carl. I liked Arthur too but Jason didn’t just like Carl, he wanted Carl badly. Thankfully for me, Jason wanted Arthur just a little bit more than he wanted Carl. Besides, I got to Carl first.
“That’s good,” Carl said snapping me back to present. “Because I think you and Jason are great together,” and with that he took over playing with my manhood. “Arthur and I think the two of you should spend more time together.”
“Really?” I asked a little surprised.
I thought my dick was at full erection but between mentioning Jason and the fact that Carl was now playing with my cock for the first time in over a month, I swear it grew another half-inch. “Yes,” Carl confirmed.
“Will do Pita,” I said, clenched my teeth, “But right now. I would like to show you how much I love you…”
“You may cum, Travis,” Carl cut me off.
“I May?”
“Yes, Travis,” Carl became stern again. “Cum Travis. Now.”
“Yes Pita,” I said as I let go. “Thank you.”
I let out a huge breath. I then lost feeling below the waist. Carl aimed my dick directly at his cock and waited. I shot a huge stream of cum all over Carl’s cock. This was followed by two more, smaller streams that hit him just above his dick. At that point, I think I blacked out for a minute.
“Oh goodness Carl,” I said closing my eyes and trying to recover my senses. “That was amazing.”
“That was a lot of cum,” Carl said reaching over and grabbing my phone off the end table. “Have you been saving it up for me?”
“Yes,” I said nodding emphatically
Carl grinned and walked back to me holding my phone. I moved to the side of the bed and opened my mouth. As expected, Carl stuck his cum coated cock into my mouth and I began to clean it. I put my arm around his thigh and squeezed his butt cheek. I put my other hand under his balls and started to knead them. Carl used my phone and took a couple of pictures of me laying there naked sucking his cock. A special warm feeling filled my chest as I thought of how much Arthur and Jason would enjoy the pictures, I assumed Carl had just sent them.