A gay story: Willing Submission… It was a warm, sunny day. The sunlight streamed in through the window of my bedroom, across the bed, and the bodies of both myself, and the man who it was my privilege to service.
Laying there on my side, my head between his legs, I sucked gently on the head and first few inches of his stiff, thick cock. His increasing moans of pleasure told me that very soon he would be providing me with my daily dose of his cum, so I slid my lips further down the familiar, thick shaft, as far as comfortably possible, until my nose was less than an inch from his slim, shaved torso, his balls against my chin, so that when he finally burst, he would shoot his load right down my open throat, and I could swallow it all, like the good little cocksucker I was.
As I worked the bottom of his cock with my tongue, his moaning grew more intense, and so did my sucking, and soon I reached a point where I was almost desperately sucking on his cock, like it was the only thing keeping me alive, the source of my own existence. He began to respond to this by gently thrusting in and out of my mouth, and I was almost giddy with the sensation of my mouth being completely filled with the warm stiffness of his cock, the head rhythmically pressing and withdrawing from against the back of my throat, feeling the shaft grow even harder and the head swelling as I eagerly awaited the gift of his cum, that he would soon be squirting into me.
The load of cum he fed me every day was as much a need for me as the air I breathed, and for hours before we would meet up, I ached for the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Sometimes he would thrust so intensely he was practically fucking my face, and, when he came, it was my ultimate thrill to feel him frantically injecting his load of semen into my cum-hungry throat. I was his own personal cocksucking man-whore, and my mouth was a cunt that required his, and only his, cock inside it to be satisfied.
The seven inch cock he thrust between my lips was both the alter I worshipped at, and the object of worship itself.
And now, as today’s climax approached, without any warning he withdrew from my mouth, pushed me unceremoniously over, onto my back, climbed to his knees, swung one leg over my prone body and proceeded to mount my face, plunging his cock in and out of my mouth, grunting with each forceful thrust, his balls slapping against my chin, while I, unable to resist the call of my own need anymore, reached down and wrapped my thumb and forefinger around my own erect cock, just behind my own swollen cockhead, and started furiously stroking it, my balls lightly bouncing up and down as I worked away at pleasuring myself with short, fast strokes.
We went on like that for almost a minute, and I wasn’t even close to finishing myself off, when I felt the full, final swelling of his cockhead, and the intense hardening in his shaft, which signaled that he was about to cum. I felt the first small drop of pre-cum in my mouth, and then, in the last few, final seconds, he began to gasp…
Uh,
Uh,
Uh,
UH,
UH,
UH!!
UH!!
UH!!!!
UUUUHHHHH………
UUUUUUUUHHHHHH!!!!
With that last forceful grunt, he momentarily stopped thrusting, the floodgates opened, and he shot into the back of my mouth the first spurt of a massive load of wonderfully warm, sweet cum, which I worked desperately to swallow down as quickly as possible, so as not to lose a single drop. He then resumed grunting and thrusting aggressively into my face, pumping the welcome contents of his balls into my mouth and down my throat, as those same balls kept slapping against my chin, while meanwhile, I kept rapidly swallowing, and stroking my own cock.
A few moments later, he began to slow his frenzied thrusting, and his body began to relax as his orgasm started to fade. Fortunately, at the same time, I was finally rewarded with the familiar, rising feeling of my own impending climax.
Still in the afterglow of his own orgasm, I could feel his cock beginning to soften but, as per our daily arrangement, he kept it in my mouth, allowing me to nurse out any of his remaining cum, as I stroked myself into my climax. When it arrived, it was a good one, shooting up and onto my own lower torso, and lasting for a nice, long time, and he waited a few moments, until I was done, to finally withdraw from my mouth, look into my eyes intensely for a few seconds, and then get up off the bed. He grabbed his clothes, quickly dressed, said he’d see me tomorrow, and left.
Laying there a few minutes later, in the afterglow of my own orgasm, I let my thoughts consider our relationship. I never know where he goes after he leaves me, I don’t know his real name, or anything else about him really, but I do know that for the last two years, sucking his cock, swallowing his cum, and the knowledge of my being used by him is the only purpose in my life. Don’t get me wrong, I truly love jerking myself off while sucking on him, but in the end, if he told me not to, I would stop.
Because it’s not about me, it’s about me pleasing him. I’m his slut, his faggot, and his whore, and only live to have my face fucked by him, just for the privilege of swallowing his cum. My mouth is his fuckhole, to be used for his pleasure. His is the first and only cock I’ve ever sucked, and if it’s the only one I ever have, well, right now, I’m perfectly fine with saying that I’m perfectly fine with that.