Inside of James’ mouth was something very different and much more special, imbued as it was with life, imagination, and near-unlimited sensuous carnal possibility. James was sucking on a gorgeous pulsing cock and perfect balls, now nestled comfortingly near his upper cheeks. With this huge cock now balls deep inside James’ mouth, and with him already filled and covered in Richard’s first load and well on the way to earning a second, he strongly felt he’d made more progress. He felt even more like a cum-loving cock-sucking slut who wanted nothing more than to be used for that purpose. He wanted the transformation to continue.
With that thought now firmly lodged in his mind and planted in his mouth, James let go of the last bits of mental restraint and transformed even more fully than had already occurred. He almost exploded all over the floor again at these visceral self realisations, as his right hand touched his own aching cock once more. It started to leak. He immediately took his hand away before he could truly drip let alone really explode. Only the tiniest bit of cream was allowed to glisten and stay on his own tip. He was now even more determined not to waste a single drop. He was determined that this would not end before his world and his being had changed entirely.
At the least that meant this cock needed to take him to new heights on the inside. Having taken his right hand clear James still kept his left hand firmly on Dick whilst he now bobbed up and down with more capable and deeper fury, each time going all the way in so that his lips touched Richard’s smooth pelvis on each pass. James was a natural and born to do this. Growing in confidence he was now able to re-purpose his right hand again, this time reaching around behind himself as he splayed his own legs as wide as he could manage, before leaning back to begin playing more confidently with his own rear. It was time to prepare himself and to open up ever more fully.
He first touched around the outside of his rear spot under the g-string. He then managed to use that same free hand to grab a pre-prepared tube of lube, get a good dollop out onto his index and first fingers, and then roll it around his behind. The cool and smooth feel of that lube sitting between his fingers and all those sensitive spots made his skin fizz and come alive. It got more intense with each pass and made James shiver. He now slipped a finger into himself even as he continued to bob up and down on Richard with ever-increasing abandon.
It was time for a little more lube, which he duly managed to squeeze out, and then it was two fingers inside himself. The stretch and the feeling of it all was amazing, though frustratingly he still hadn’t found his own most sensitive internal pleasure zone. He would have loved to start leaking his own cream about now for love of that very particular long-lasting and slow-building internal climax that most men can have, but too few dare even to try and discover within themselves. He would have to trust Richard to help get him to that destination, and indeed that’s what he wanted him to do.
James thought to himself about how modern men are generally still so hung up on even their own bodies, that they normally can’t pleasure themselves properly let alone tell their partners what they really want. Being more open involves more self-trust, willingness to be vulnerable starting with some bravery in facing oneself, open minded curiosity about one’s own body, and self awareness than most modern men could ever manage. Admittedly James had a way to go too, but many inches deep into the project he was encouraged by early results and determined to keep self-learning.
For the time being and as far as these early steps were concerned the stretch, the penetration, and the transgressive feeling of finger fucking himself made James so hard it was beginning to hurt in a good way. As much was fine at first. But just like a good sugar hit it wasn’t near enough to satisfy James’ deeper hunger. He wanted more sustained pleasures. Kneeling down in front of Richard and letting himself go even further still, James now wanted to sink as deeply as he possibly could into his new persona.
There were many reasons for James’ desire but one was, ironically, about trust and respect. Richard was the strong and silent type and would never use such language to degrade James. It was James who wanted to be called a cock sucking slut. He wanted to be called a whore. He wanted to be used near-recklessly for another’s pleasure. He wanted to be so vulnerable that he was in the role of servant. He wanted to be in the presence of another who could and would unleash their deepest and fullest desires, so that in turn he might connect more deeply than ever before with another and through that with himself.
James wanted to play the seemingly-submissive role that all this implied, in the process opening himself to all the abuse, degradation, disrespect, hypocrisy, and double standards that such an experience could entail, only to find himself not degraded, not disrespected, not reduced, but instead loved and cared for all the more deeply for letting himself be so wildly vulnerable, open, and trusting. This was, in fact, a form of higher strength and deeper potential equality. But it was extremely difficult to achieve. James would only ever want to try where there was already the absolute maximum of trust, and James’ imagination had built to the point where he certainly felt that was the case here.
He knew he could explore at his own pace. Despite surface appearances and what it could look like to others he knew he wouldn’t be diminished or put down by his bigger partner. Indeed, in these moments and aside from his obvious and communicative firmness, Richard I, James’ first, continued to stay respectfully and appreciatively quiet. Paradoxically that thoughtfulness and gentleness made James want to unleash himself with outrageous abandon. Also encouraging him was Richard’s satisfying feel. Though he was diamond hard underneath, Richard had a wonderful and alluring fleshy softness on top which James explored with every part of his mouth, his tongue, his lips, and even his throat.
The feeling of being able to explore such a full and open connection with another made James so happy he cried tears of happiness even as he stayed on task. It was nearly time to get up from off his knees, reposition himself on the marital bed just next to where he had been kneeling, and get down on all fours. As a last preparatory step he did something that reminded him of a perfect and highly transgressive moment with another years before. James bobbed down on Richard one last time but instead of going all the way he stopped about an inch from the base. He pursed his lips inwards in a way that meant as much of the surface of those lips were on Richard’s cock as he could possibly manage.
With his lips positioned like this, James pressed down as firmly as he could to simulate the feeling of an ecstasy-filled tight rear or else another’s pussy lips gripping Richard, before maintaining similar pressure and sucking firmly and slowly all the way up. Diana had done that to James years before and he’d never forgotten it, including how incredibly hot it was to then watch his own hyper-stiff cock plough into her as the thick red lipstick line got passed on the way inside. It was the most passionate, filthy, red-line-crossing, but also most strongly connected moment of their love-making lives.