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New Toy

Usually I can just walk in. As I approach the door, the peep hole darkens and it opens. Mark peeks out from behind it.

He often invites me over when he has a new toy. A couple of months ago, it was a new anal plug he was trying after work. It was much better with my mouth involved. The time before that, the toy was a horny friend.

“Hi,” he says breathily.

“How’s it going?” I ask as I walk in past him and kick off my shoes.

“I’m hard.” He says, looking into my eyes with excitement and lust.

“I see that.” I unabashedly grope his hardness through his track pants. I take a step toward the bedroom but he doesn’t follow. Instead he blocks me in front of his kitchen island and pulls out his cock.

“I got a new toy.” A thick black thing wraps around his cock, clamping his privates in place. It was clear we wouldn’t make it to the bed. He towers over me and waits until I fall to my knees before him. I brush a pile of shoes aside with my legs.

No matter how many times I come here I’m floored by his size. The man has a horse cock. And today it is being squeezed even larger by his deluxe cock ring. Only the tip peeks out from his foreskin. It glistens and is already coated with slick white syrup. I open my mouth and give it a big lick, tasting his sweet goodness.

“I’ve been touching it four a while already, so there’s some pre-cum for ya. Plus I have a full bladder. For after.”

“Thank you,” I tell him. It has been ages since I got to try my piss fetish, and I’m excited by the double treat. I suck on him, coaxing out all of the precum. But before I can get much into it, he turns and finally proceeds to the bedroom.I follow, and he waits as I strip to my PUMP briefs, then taps the dark grey sheet on his bed.

“We’ll start with you kneeling on the bed here,” he instructs.

I climb onto the bed with my belly against his cotton sheets. I pull myself to the edge of the bed, and clutching the edge like the Sphinx.

“Yeah perfect,” he says and shoves his dick into my mouth. He moans with pleasure. He wraps both hands around the back of my head for leverage and starts to fuck, driving himself in further. Despite his size, I have no problems from this angle.

“Let’s get you on your back now.” he says. “Just turn around.”

After I spin, he steps forward over my face and I gaze up into his ass. “Lick those balls. Gently now. There’s pretty sensitive.” His massive ball sack hangs above me. They are hard. The skin is made taut by the ring clamped around them. I stick out my tongue and gently flick them. He moans and reaches down to stroke his mighty cock.

Not long after he reaches down and sticks his dick in my mouth again. He moans with pleasure as I massage it with my tongue and gently suck.

“Get onto the bed,” he says orders. He presses me forward and brings his knees up onto the bed on either side of me, and this way he can press in farther. “Oh, you suck so well!”

He soon collapses forward and starts to fuck my mouth. His moans echo off the polished hardwood floors and ring against the granite kitchen island. He moans with a desperate need from deep within. After all, he has been squeezed in that toy for over 40 minutes now. “Oh my god I swear your mouth is almost as good as ass!” he blurts.

Almost?!

“Your gonna get my load pretty soon.. oooh yes…aaaaaahhhh…. Ahhhhhhh”

I brace myself and then he roars and I taste sperm coursing out. Strangely he doesn’t stop and starts thrusting even harder. His giant horse cock spews like an out of control hose, unleashing his seed everywhere inside my mouth, and as he fucks he forces it down my throat. I’m choking and also at the same time feeling his pleasure as he grunts with the awesome relief of draining his over full plump balls. After a long time he stops humping and collapses there with his head on my thigh and his dick still draining in my mouth. I lay there and massage it with my tongue.

At long last here gets up and sits up in front of me. “Actually you can keep sucking,” he says. “Let’s see how long I’ll start hard with the ring.”

I get on my belly again and gently suck him. But his ring is very effective. He seems to get even harder, no matter how gentle I go. He lays back and checks his phone while I continue. I’m just happy to be able to suck longer.

All told, it takes another ten minutes until he starts to get soft. Finally, we go to the bathroom and he motions to the sea green carpet beside his toilet. “You’ll be comfortable there.”

I kneel on the toilet mat and crouch down beside his toilet bowl, taking its place. Today, I take care of his every need.

He holds his dick and I gently place my mouth around its girth. Nothing happens. He holds his breath and his abs become firm with the effort. Finally I taste a few drops of acrid nutty liquid. Unable to swallow, I allow it to be there, bathing his cock.

“There’s some for you, do you like it? Here I got some more…”

Once again he holds his breath. This time I feel it tickle my tongue as the stream is more forceful. My mouth fills. When he breathes again there is a pause in the stream and I pull off to the tip and swallow.

“Watch it, be careful!” he gasps, quickly pushing in again. “The tip is sensitive.”

“Aahm saaawrry” I say, around his cock.

“I think you got it all,” he tells me, as he wipes himself off.

I get up and notice the cock ring on the sink. I pick it up and examine it. It’s more like a square shaped harness, made of silicon thicker than my thumb. It says Screaming O on one side. “What a neat toy,” I tell him.

“Yup, you sure are.”

Morning Wood Again

It’s not even 8am, and I’m standing in a hallway at the door of an apartment in Toronto. I fumble for my phone and double check the message.

“Door’s unlocked, u can come in and lock the door and come to my room and suck me.”

Heart pounding, I open the door. The bright sunny apartment is welcoming, but I feel like a prowler as I turn around and try to figure out the door lock. It won’t turn. I glance over my shoulder, half expecting a woman to walk out of the bedroom and start screaming. Finally I get the door closed by pulling it slightly while turning the deadbolt.

I round the kitchen island and can see into the bedroom. A pair of tan brown legs is sprawled out on the floor mattress. I get closer and see his cock and massive round balls. The thin 24yo asian guy smiles at me. “Hi,” he says.

Relieved, I take off my shirt and shorts and drop them by the bedroom door. I turn to look at him. Two years ago, back in Montreal, we’d chatted on Jack’d and he invited me over from my hotel. He liked my style, and I visited him each morning I was there there. Now I’m on a business trip again and we would pick up from where we’d left off. He is tall and slender, and just as I’d written, his balls are like a massive tennis ball. I collapsed forward onto the mattress and give them a sniff. I don’t think he’s showered yet. Wonderful! I give them a long lick, eager to taste his musk.

“Oh yeaaaahhhhh,” he says and shifts his legs to give me access to his scrotum. I lick it, and dig my tongue between the skin of his thighs.

“Better get that precum,” he says. I reach out and shift his cock, and see a slick drop oozing out of the slit. I suck on it like a lollipop, tasting the sweet salty flavour of his juices.

Suddenly his pulls his crotch away, getting up onto his knees. “Lay down,” he tells me. Having reviewed my story on the way here I’m excited to lay down because I know what he likes. I put my head into the dent of the pillows where his was just a second ago and wait.

He puts a knee over my chest and sidles up to my head. He grasps his dick and slaps my cheek a few times with it, smiling at the power he has over me. Finally he straddles my whole face and dips his massive ball sack into my mouth.

I lick it and my eyes drink in the curves of the most intimate parts of his body. He is small and lean, yet his butt has cute curves. I suck it and try unsuccessfully to get even one ball through my lips. They are too big. Instead, I lightly tease them and very slightly nibble the silky smooth skin with my teeth.

With a slight shift of his hips, he jabs his dick against my lips. “Suck that cock.” I open up and he stares into my eyes, gleefully watching his dick plunge into my mouth. He reaches behind himself and into my own underwear, pulls out my own massive hardon and strokes it with one hand.

“You like that?” he asks. “You want more?” He pulls out and then swings himself around, planting his butt in my face as he spreads his cheeks. I obediently stick out my tongue, and plunge it into his tight asshole. He gives a cute squeak of pleasure every time I do.

He shifts his body again, leans forward, and with one hand pushes his cock out and over my waiting lips. When we have contact, he lowers himself into my mouth again, and I feel my nose being smothered by his balls. At the same time I feel his soft warm lips around my own cock head. He gently sucks the tip, gingerly tasting it. I show him my pleasure my massaging his cock in my mouth with my tongue. He gasps with pleasure and my dick falls to my abdomen as he begins to fuck my face.

After a few moments, makes me get up and again takes my place on the bed, lying face up. I quickly get between his legs and start to suck on his cock, plunging it all the way in and out. I can tell he’s close now.

“You want to swallow?” he asks.

“Mmmm hmmmm,” I moan, not wanting to release it for a second.

“Oh yeaahhh, oh fuck, suck that cock,” he breaths, and then digs his elbows into the mattress, lifting his butt off the blanket, shoving himself further through my lips. I keep moving my tongue in circling motions, so even if he doesn’t move he can’t help but get stimulated. But then he starts to thrust his hips and I can taste more precum as it leaks from his dick.

I feel his hand on the back of my head, holding me in place. His body leans to the side as In the throws of by pleasure he’s able to balance on one arm as he frantically humps up into my face.

“Fuck man, suck that cum out,” he orders, as a second later his dick pulses in my mouth and expels the first blob of his seed. Quickly I plunge down on his member so he can feel the pleasure of shooting his load as deeply as possible. Only in the heat of the moment I had forgotten the secret of his massive balls. He quickly fills my throat and, unable to swallow with my mouth full of cock, I feel myself start to choke on his cumload. I sputter and mange to keep it down. Finally, his butt collapses back onto the bed and my head follows. I massage out the last drops with my lips as he lays there panting.

As I get dresssed, I tell him, “I’m real glad we could get together.”

“You know, I was just at your hotel visiting my friend when you snapchatted me,” he says.

“What what an amazing coincidence that you’re living in Toronto now.”

“Yeah,” he says. “I might move back to Montreal soon.”

Well, I know where my next trip will be.

A Morning with Two Tops

My old buddy, Jay, is single again, I think. He’s been appearing on the Grindr grid a lot recently. Two years ago, I visited his apartment often. He has a beautiful cock and knows how to use it, mercilessly holding down my face and fucking deeply every time. When I see in his profile that he wants a bj, its with some excitement that I message him.

“Sorry just jerked off,” comes the reply.

Ah well. But someone else has texts me. A kinky guy with his own apartment. I’d seen him last Friday. In his bathroom, I had demonstrated my trick of downing his golden shower straight from the tap.

“Hey man, would you be interested to blow me and a buddy this morning?”

YES.

“OK, we will hop in the shower – should be ready in 10-15 minutes.”

A few minutes later I’m at the apartment building. His room door is cracked open, so I open without knocking. My kinky host wears nothing but a towel. The young professional is in his late 20s and his eyes are full of excitement as I drop my coat on the floor. He leads me through the kitchen of the studio apartment.

“After the shower we got cold, so we got started already.”

“Long time no see.” My jaw drops. My brown friend Jay, who claimed he had “just jerked off” sheepishly peeks out at me from under the blanket. The coincidences are too strange. The two men didn’t know it, but they had both indulged my piss fantasies. But today we were doing something different.

Mark, our host, is obviously unaware of our history.

“Why don’t you come up here and suck us both,” he says. Jay flings off the comforter to let him in the bed, and I see two sets of hairy legs pointed at me, one with brown skin and the other white. It’s clear that Mark’s cock bigger. It’s thick too, like a ridiculously sized dildo. Eyes locked on his face, I crawl up to his massive balls and give them a lick. He hands a bottle of poppers to Jay. I gently lick the foreskin around tip of his monster member, and taste his wet sticky precum already. I can’t help slurping it in, feeling the slickness of every last drop on my tongue, just as I when I visited him on Friday.

“You better suck him now.” He pushes my head aside toward the brown dick.

Oh yeah, the poppers must be kicking in, and we have to take advantage of them. I jump right in – I can’t help it – two hands are pushing me down, and I feel his cock bump against my tonsils, bend, and then under the pressure suddenly spring down into my throat. I feel his hands on my head and his but lifts off the bed. Jay gleefully shoves his cockhead all the way in, even as I struggle to breath. I remember this! I know what he wants – he has to fuck my throat, hit that one spot that makes him feel good. I reach around and squeeze his tight butt cheek, so small it fits in my hand, and help him thrust up into my face.

I can’t lift my eyes to look, but I can hear the muffled moans as two tops are are kissing passionately.

“No no, be rough with him. Not me!” Mark says.

“Sorry,” Jay says, and grabs my head in both hands, and while fucking it, bends me sideways, planting my ear on Mark’s leg. His hard cock rams into my molars, but he doesn’t care. He shoves it until it bends into my throat again. I gag, something I haven’t done in a long time.

I feel like I’ve been neglecting Mark, but I haven’t had a choice.

“What do you say we get him to lie back and face fuck him,” Mark suggests after watching and stroking himself.

“Sure,” sighs Jay, and reluctantly releases me. I gasp, sucking oxygen into my deprived lungs.

They get out of the bed and I lay back, head hanging off the bed, and Mark immediately positions himself over my face. I see his ballsack hanging down and he holds his cock to put it into my facehole.

Our host moans as he uses my mouth to pleasure himself. He goes slowly, letting me take breaths. Upside down between his hairy thighs, I see Jay saunter up, grab his cock, and press it into Mark’s butt. I’m getting the best view.

Immediately Mark’s already thick cock stiffens in my mouth, and he gasps. In moments, he seems ready to burst, but stops himself, and pulls out.

“Your turn,” he gasps, hand around his dick as he steps aside.

“You’re way too gentle,” says Jay. “I know him. He likes it. Here, let me show you.”

I see a pair of hairy brown legs get in front of me. He thrusts his long brown cock through my lips, and pushes in. Once again I feel it bump my tonsils, bend, and then slip into my throat. Lying face up, it goes in much farther this time and immediately I can’t breath again. And then I feel his hand grip the underside of my jaw, roughly holding my head steady as he presses himself in even further. I’m being strangled, but I’m so turned on I don’t care. His balls flatten against my nose. His cock fills my throat and I know if I try to breath I will gag immediately, so I just stare at the underside of his ass.

“You like it like that. Don’t you!” he says, as he starts to thrust in and out.

But it is too deep. Suddenly I panic. I’m drowning. I reach out and shove him. My airways are free, and I want to breath again. Instead, my gut churns and I heave. I’m spun around now, and a puddle of thick clear liquid lies on the hardwood floor under me. I lay there gasping. Someone throws a towel on me, and when I wipe my eyes, I hear the shower running and Mark is getting some paper towels from the kitchen.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry,” I say. I clean myself off with the towel and awkwardly get up. I feel terrible, like I’ve just dumped my dinner on the floor at a restaurant, and all I can do is helplessly watch as our host cleans. The bathroom is just around the corner, so I go there to escape. Jay is already in the shower, so I hop in beside him, and wash off the sweat and mucous. Even after the embarrassment, I can feel myself getting hard again as I am standing beside Jay’s thin athletic body, and I want desperately to touch him as he scrubs his ass with soap.

When we get out, Mark has cleaned up the mess and is already wearing a white bathrobe. I just want to salvage the threesome. “I think we can keep going,” I say tentatively.

They look at each-other. Then Mark looks down at himself, and slowly slips off the bathrobe. His cock juts out. “I game,” he says grinning, and I can’t help but chuckle.

We all leap into bed again. The bedding is soft against my freshly showered skin. Mark lays there, slowly jerking and Jay is beside him. They turn to each other and kiss. I put my hand on Marks and remove it from his cock as I take over with my mouth. He moans as I slowly work my lips over it from his balls to the tip, and then start to pump my head up and down. I hear him breathing loudly through his nose as his lips are pressed against Jay’s. Suddenly he gives a great moan and his thick member unleashes a geyser of cum up into my mouth. I seal my lips around it as it pulses and I manage to down it all. Only a single white drop escapes and drips down onto his balls. When he is done I lick that up too.

I turn to Jay and he is staring at me, eyes wide as he strokes himself. He is in the midst of an orgasm and three streaks of cum are already leading up to his dark brown nipples.

“Um, you know he swallows, right?” Mark says.

Jay collapses back onto the pillows, “Fuck me! Yeah I guess I forgot.”

“Well now you know for next time.” I say, wiping my lips with my wrist.

Goodbye Master

In the past four months, I’ve never needed to buzz into his building. The apartment tower is in the student ghetto, and there’s always a group of students coming in or out speaking Cantonese or Mandarin. Only wealthy kids from overseas live here, because it’s a huge ripoff. Each unit has five locking rooms and a shared kitchen, but the rent on each room is the same as a full apartment elsewhere.

Once I’m in the elevator, I take a deep breath and sigh. It’s tough to say goodbye.

I first met him in January. It was after midnight, and I was leaving a party. On the way home, I parked in a Sobey’s parking lot. While my windows frosted in the cold winter air, I messaged his blank profile. He sent a cock pic, full of thick black hair. But it was late. I gave up and moved on, but after a few minutes he realized he was more horny than tired and invited me over.

The young Asian student who answered the door was tall and thin. With his fingers to his lips, he motioned for me to be silent and pointed the way down the dark hall to the fifth room. We tip toed down the hallway, and silently ushered me into his tiny bathroom. There, I crouched down, squatting on the tiles. As my boots melted into a muddy puddle, I sucked him off for the first time.

He must have liked it because I was in his building again only two days later. This time, instead of letting me inside, he took my hand and led me to the concrete stairwell across the hall. The heavy metal door slammed shut and echoed on the concrete walls as he embraced me and leaned in for a kiss.

Did I mention he was tall? I craned my neck to reach him. When our lips met, he wriggled his tongue delicately through mine. I welcomed it and immediately I felt my pants bulge. I stood on my toe tips, face turned upwards. Our hands raced over each other’s bodies and soon we were pressed up against each other, kissing and grinding.

When a loud bang echoed through the stairwell, our time ended. Once again, I ended up hidden in his bathroom floor, with my coat and boots in a heap beside me. “Tell me how much you want my cum,” he demanded.

“Master, please. I want it so bad.” I begged.

“Master? Yeah, call me master. I like it. Open your mouth.” With that, he fed me his load again.

I became his slave that day.

My master was a gentle one. When we chatted on Grindr, he often asked me what I wanted to do. “I am here for your pleasure, master. All I ask is to taste your sweet load again.”

“Good. Can you come this morning?”

Every time I walked into his bedroom, I looked longingly at the bed. “Master,” I inquired. “Why can’t we use the bed?”

He was already holding the bathroom door open for me, waiting expectantly. “My roommate might come back.” There was only one double bed in his room.

As slave, our relationship was changed. With my coaxing, he realized he could do more depraved things to me. “Lay down on the floor,” he ordered, and I excitedly rested my head and back on the cold and dusty tiles. I watched has he pulled off his pants and and squatted over my face. “Eat my ass hole, slave” he said, as I sucked on his puckered hole and pulled him lower onto my face. Master enjoyed my tongue dancing over his slightly hairy hole. I tried to stroke his dick too, but he preferred it left alone, at least while I was licking his ass.

After each encounter, I would leave with my mouth full of his load. It was delicate and sweet, and I began to crave it.

Now it is April’s end. I wore pants today but shorts would have been a better choice, As the elevator doors open, I walk out into the hallway for the last time. Tomorrow, my young Master will return to the farthest point on other side of the world. With a heavy heart, I text him that I am here, and wait in the hallway. I don’t even know his name.

When he answers the door, he beams at me. “Hello,” he says brightly. I’ve never heard his voice above a whisper before.

He’s completely relaxed. He closes the door and locks it as I tip toe my way down the hall. I go into his darkened bathroom, as I have done many times before.

“Come on out, slave.” He walks past it and announces. “Today there’s nobody else here. We can use the bed.”

“Master, thank you. that’s great!” I exclaim. With trepidation, I enter forbidden area of his small room, and meet him between the bed and his desk. He embraces me, and I rise up on my toes again. Usually when we kiss, it is a merely a prelude. Now, we have endless time. He slowly pulls down my pants, and I make my way into his, stroking his cock. I enjoy feeling it slide effortlessly inside its beautiful blanket of foreskin. Before long, our pants are at our ankles, and we grind against each other. My own penis falls naturally beneath his balls, and he squeezes it between his legs.

“You like that?” He says, and moves his body, stroking my dick with his own crotch, as his own slides against my belly. “Mmmm hmmm” is the only thing I can utter before he forces his tongue into my mouth.

He pulls me down onto the bed, and way lay sideways, still kissing as well kick off our pants. I hear my phone clatter on the floor and break open, but I don’t even care. At least we won’t be disturbed.

He lays on his back and pulls me on top of him, gripping my shoulders. “Lick my asshole, slave” he orders, shoving me down.

I comply and slide off the bed, pulling his body closer to the edge. He lifts his knees into the air revealing his tight brown asshole. In the afternoon sunlight I can see it, covered in short black hairs and I give it a solid lick with my tongue, going right up until I am mouthing his balls. Then I begin to make out and suck on his puckered hole. He moans appreciatively.

Eventually I can’t help but make my way to to his dick again, and as I suck it he presses it up into my throat and moans in pleasure. He pulls me up to him, and we are kissing again. My cock is hard now and I slip into the slick crack of his asshole.

As we kiss, I realize that I am humping him. For the first time in my life, I feel like I badly want to fuck another man. My mind races. Shit, do I have condoms? Yes, in my bag, but how old are they? Oh no, when I get tested their going to have to ask me ask the questions they usually skip over. But do I want my first time to be today, right now? I am ready, Master. I am here for your pleasure.

My thoughts are interrupted and he makes the decision for me. “You want me to cum in your mouth, slave?”

“Yes, Master. I want it so bad, please feed me your sweet load.” I utter it automatically. As he pushes my face down crotch, I feel some sadness and relief. I will not top today.

I wrap my mouth around his member, and his hand moves madly, jerking himself and slamming against my lips.

“Put your mouth to it.” I press my face down, feeling it’s tip press against my throat and skip inside just as it pulses. I feel him cumming, gushing up thickly in my esophagus, and I have to pull off a little and swallow to keep from choking. It seems to be more than ever. I taste it’s sweetness and then slowly suck on his member, working out every last drop as he softens. He strokes my head and softly tells me, “I keep it four days for you.”

“Thank-you master. It was so good. I’m really going to miss you.”

After we get dressed he helps me find the pieces of my phone. The back cover just fell off, and when I turn it on again it still works.

“I hope you have a safe trip back,” I tell him.

“Yes, thank you.”

I move to leave, then turn to him. My throat is tight, hurting with the sadness of good-bye. Our eyes meet, and we embrace, and lock our lips in a kiss for the last time.

Then I turn and leave, without looking back, so he won’t see the tears.

Drained

The plan was this: I would walk into his apartment, down the hall, where he would be waiting on his knees, and then I would use his mouth for my pleasure. My balls are aching for release, and the 45 year old submissive had promised to serve and swallow.

For once, I will be in charge.

It’s a great sounding plan, but reality gets in the way. First, he has his phone on mute so he doesn’t hear me buzz into the lobby. When I finally get through behind somebody, I’m obsessed with triple-checking his address. I just don’t want to barge into the wrong apartment. As I stand outside the door scrolling through his messages, he gets impatient and opens the door.

It’s time to be alpha. Stand up straight, shoulders back, look him in the eyes.

He’s fit, wears a black T-shirt and jeans, and sports a crew cut of salt and pepper hair. He looks down at the floor, not speaking, and leads me down the hall to his darkened room.

“Whoah, nice setup,” I exclaim. The tiny room is dominated by a 60” screen, jutting out and tilted downwards over the foot of the bed from the opposite wall.

My slave crouches down on his laptop, and swears at the screen, closing a series of popups until Pornhub appears.

While he scrolls through the selections, I pull of my pants, fold them, and lay them on his bedside table.

Finally, my entertainment starts. With a final click, the grainy video fills the enormous screen. He has chosen remarkably well. A twink kneels in the middle of a warehouse, as a dozen black gang members stream in and start to harass him, slapping his face with their massive horse cocks.

In a perfect world, I’d pull out my raging hardon now, but reality strikes again. When he shuffles up to me, my cock is more prune than python. “You’re gonna have to work for it,” I warn him.

“I will, sir,” he says, staring down at the ground. I put my hand on the back of his head and pull him to my crotch. He’s a cocksucker, and I know exactly what he needs: My dick in his mouth. He sucks in my shriveled member. The warmth of his mouth feels good and soon I feel myself hardening and stretching to full length.

“I’m going to lay down,” I tell him. He lets go and I settle on his bed, spread my legs for him, and gaze at the beauty of the screen. On it, the twink is sucking a gang member while jerking off two others. Out of nowhere, another body urgently pushes aside the one in his mouth and quickly takes its place.

My host slides up the bed on his belly. My dick stands straight up now, and I push it toward him. I watch as he takes it into his mouth and gags. Methodically, he begins pumping and twisting.

It feels so good, I just lay back and melt into the pillow, watching the TV while he twists.
After a minute, I feel his hand wrapped around my cock, stroking and squeezing. He’s probably getting tired. I don’t care. “Just use your mouth,” I order.

“Yes sir,” he says, and gets back to the twisting and stroking. On the screen, the twink is squinting and his face is glistening, as he turns to face another cock.

“You’re mouth feels so good,” I tell him. I put my hands behind my head and spread my legs further apart, absolutely relaxed, just appreciating the experience. I can feel the rising urge inside. I’m not going to last long.

I reach out and caress his short hair, feeling each soft hair tickle inside my palm. Then I push down, stopping him. I’m going to face fuck him now. Slowly I thrust my pelvis up into him and pull it out again.

He obediently endures it.

I pump faster, still gripping his head. I can feel myself just on the edge.

“I’m about to cum. You’d better be ready,” I exclaim.

At last, it happens, I feel a rush, as I feel a great surge through my dick. I feel him struggle against it. I let him go, on condition. “Keep going, don’t stop, whatever you do.”

He gets the message, wetly resumes his movements.

“Oh fuck, keep going!” A second later, I feel the second wave hit. This is the big one. I groan and lift my hips into the air as a full week’s worth of sperm gushes out of me.

He’s looking up at me, eyes wide, a small dribble of cum leaking through the seal of his lips.

“Better swallow it all. Don’t spill.”

He obediently takes a big gulp. I can feel him sucking, and the strange and wonderful feeling of my cum being drawn out of me. He eagerly appreciates every drop, just as I would do.

I collapse on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, and take a deep breath. “Okay. Good boy,” I tell him.

He lets go, and for the first time, he speaks. “That was a big load.”

“Yeah. Now say thank-you.”

He smiles and looks down. “Thank-you sir.” After I get dressed, he walks me to the door. “You know what, buddy? You can come back anytime you want.”

“I might do that.”

He calls out. From the living room, a large Labrador retriever bounds out, wagging its tail, where it has been obediently waiting for its own master.

So well behaved. Both of them.