“Yeah, there you go, Kay. There you go,” Sire complimented me in an appreciative tone as I sucked him, one of his hands lightly palming my head.
With my lips still taunt around his cockhead, my hands lazily drifted to his shaft and grasped it, my left hand holding the base of his shaft and my right hand along the middle of his shaft. Both of my hands were slowly oscillating up and down his shaft to jerk him off into my mouth as I sucked him and there was still quite a bit of shaft leftover.
“Ahhhh yeah, yeah, that’s it,” Sire purred, one of his hands gentling palming my forehead and hairline as my mouth went up and down his behemoth cock, continuing to lather my spittle along it with my tongue. I whirled my tongue about him. I whorled my mouth up and down him. I swayed my head along him.
I let go of his cock and returned my hands back to both sides of his waist as I also released his cock from my mouth. It loomed before me wet and spittle covered for a second before I started to tongue down the right side of his huge cock, licking along one of the veins that ran along its impressive length. I swiped my tongue along his length, going from his tip to his balls along the right side, and then back up and then down again along the left side.
“Good, Kay, good. Show me how much you love it,” Sire prattled to himself, clearly enjoying a guy half his age in sexual supplication kneeled before him. Sire’s hand in my hair left my scalp and I could feel his hands gently cover my hands on his waist. He leaned his hips forward slightly and his back slightly backward to let me lick and suck his cock for a few minutes. I looked back up at Sire’s eyes as I intertwined my fingers into his fingers along his waist. It was a small thing, but the fact that we were holding hands for the first time was somehow very intimate. His warm cock filled my mouth as I stared up into his eyes, and he stared down right back at me, smiling widely.
He started breathing loudly. I could hear him as I continued to suck him. His hips moved in slow and small concentric circles, slightly feeding me more and more cock, even though I could only go down maybe the first one third of his fuckrod. I heard him spontaneously moan for the first time.
I removed my mouth from his behemoth and titled my head back so that I was looking right up at him.
“Am I good at sucking you?” I asked him, smiling curiously, the fingers of my hands still intertwined with his fingers on his waist. I’m not sure why I asked this, but it probably comes from the same place that made me a top student at university: I wanted to be good at everything I did. If it was math, I wanted to be good at it; if it was writing, I wanted to be good at it; if it was sucking cock, I wanted to be good at it.
And the way that Sire was moaning successively now indicated to me that I was pretty good at sucking cock.
“Oh your pretty little mouth is making me feel real good, Kay,” Sire stated with the same definitive tone that clearly indicated that he’d been in this position before, likely with other young men and women sucking him off in the past.
Our hands intertwined along his waist, I went back to sucking him again. But now I wasn’t hesitantly sucking along the tip of his extremity anymore. I started to bob my head quickly along his length while staring up into his eyes to gauge his reaction to my newfound enthusiasm. I wanted him to react to what I was doing, and I could feel my mind’s desire to escalate the situation evolve very quickly. I wanted a big reaction. I wanted him to feel good. I wanted him to feel orgasmic. I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to fill my mouth with his cum.
“Do you want me to cum in your mouth, Kay?” Sire asked, apparently reading my mind. (When we discussed all of this later, he said it was obvious.)
“Yes Sire” I replied instantly, removing my mouth from his shaft for just a second to reply and then diving my head back down his extremity, sucking along his length with renewed alacrity. I closed my eyes and I powerfully sucked. I sucked. I tongued. I whorled. I sucked harder. I sucked more. His warm behemoth started to engorge to even larger size inside my mouth.
“Okay, right there,” Sire stated, pulling his hands away from mine along his waist, one of his hands darting to my hair and pulling my face off his cock and then holding it mere inches away from my now open and empty mouth, his other hand suddenly jerking his massive cock.
My head was held in place by one of his strong hands, my head mere inches away from his cock that was aimed right at my face like a canon ready to go off, the fingers of his other hand gripping my hair tightly, immobilizing me in place. I was still on my knees on the floor of the shower in front of him, my hands continuing to grasp his waist for balance. Some spittle drooled down one side of my mouth. I was breathing deeply in spite of my mouth only being partially open.
“Open your pretty little mouth,” Sire demanded in a tone that both clearly indicated that orgasm was about to wash through him in waves and clearly showed that he would broker no hesitation from me.
I opened my mouth widely for him, my tongue resting slightly above my lower lip. As he began to loudly bellow orgasm, his grip on my head and hair increased tenfold, holding me directly in place. His other hand oscillated along his full length in a whir mere inches from my mouth. I opened my eyes widely for the revelation to come. I was about to be glazed in his seed; I was about to be facialized.
Sire moaned loudly as orgasm crested through him in succesive waves. The first blast of hot sticky cum shot against the back of my mouth with such velocity that I winced in surprise, my body jolting, my eyes instinctively closing shut. Sire continued to jerk himself off on my face with force, holding my head in place so that I didn’t move and ruin his aim. The second blast of hot sticky manjuice splattered against my nose, leaving a dollop of cum lathered all over my face. The smells instantly hit my olfactory senses, burning the musk of Sire into my brain forever and ever. I instinctively moved my head back slightly in response to being splattered in the face but Sire’s strong hand held me in firing range. The third blast of hot sticky cum was even more powerful than the second, splathering wet hot cum across my forehead and part of one of my eyelids. (If I hadn’t closed my eyes by this point, he would have gotten one of my eyes!) My face jolted slightly down and to the right, my instinctive response to being blasted in the face. I had never been facialized before so I was reacting how most people would, but Sire wasn’t letting me go. He grabbed my hair at this point and jerked my face back into my previous position just before his unloading canon.
My face was already covered in Sire, and the bombardment wasn’t even halfway over. The fourth blast of hot wet sticky cum hosed my left cheek, and began to dribble down to my jaw just as the fifth blast plastered my neck in manseed. Sire continued to moan loudly as he twisted my hair and angled my face sideways and down, aiming squarely for my right cheek and mouth as he continued to plaster his newest conquest with his manly decoration. Both of my hands reached up to cover his large hand grabbing my hair, which had immobilized me in place before his spray. I was breathing heavily and both of my hands were wrapped around his wrist in my hair as he continued to glaze me in his hot juice.