#cocksucker

Toward the end of the summer I was hanging out with a buddy, we were just shooting the shit watching Netflix or something. I don’t quite remember the details, we were a little hung over from the night before. After mindlessly looking for something interesting to watch we landed on some Nick Cage movie; I hadn’t seen it and I don’t recall if he had. I guess it doesn’t really matter.

Anyway we were sitting there just relaxing. Every time we hang especially when it’s just the two of us he constantly touches his cock—drives me fucking nuts. Makes me just want to get on my knees and suck him. He knows exactly what he does to me. And the urge is even worse when he wears mesh shorts. Looking at the hot outline of his cock and balls makes me so eager. So it was a day that was a deadly combination for me as we sat there together relaxing watching some bad Nick Cage movie, he in a pair of red mesh shorts constantly grabbing himself.

I don’t believe we got very far into the movie, maybe 10 minutes, before I looked at him with my eyebrow raised. “You need some help with that?”

“Help with what?”

“You know what I’m talking about.”

His smile was wide, ear-to-ear. “No, why don’t you tell me.”

Ass, wanted me to say it out loud. I rolled my eyes. “You’re practically jacking your dick off. If you’re not careful I’m going to have to suck it.”

“Yeah? That’s what you want?” He grabbed at his waistband exposing his half-hard beer can. “Then you better start working on this cock.”

I lingered for a moment, just looking back at him. The two of us smiling shit-eating grins. But my hesitation quickly passed. I was down on my knees tasting his cock like a dog with a new bone. As I bobbed up and down on his thickening cock I could taste his funk and smell his intoxicating scent on his pubes. It made me delirious. I let his cock plop out of my mouth, looked straight into his eyes, and then licked his balls before tracing my tongue up his shaft. He groaned, “Fuck yeah. You like that cock? You like sucking my cock?”

I whimpered my affirmative. I fucking love sucking his cock. I reached up and massaged his balls as I opened my mouth again and sank all the way down. His dick stretching my throat.

“OH! FUCK!” He said. I let my lust overwhelm me. I just wanted to sit there all day sucking him, worshiping his massive cock. It was like the perfect cock. I kept looking at him, our eyes would lock, and he’d smile a knowing smile.

After a few minutes of working his dick, he told me to get up. We smiled at each other as he slipped his cock back into his shorts. I wanted to keep blowing him, but clearly he had other plans. The movie played on some, I barely paid attention. I just kept thinking about his dick. My own cock stiff and leaking in my jeans. I don’t know how long we sat, cracking jokes about Nick Cage, making snarky comments about the movie before I felt his hand on the back of my head. He pulled on to his cock again. I licked at the fabric, he pulled his cock out. I started working on him. Licking and sucking his huge dick. Swallowing it, tasting it, making love to his balls. He moaned and encouraged me, I whimpered and groaned. It was so fucking hot, worshiping cock like that.

I sucked on it for a while. We continued this throughout the movie. Sometimes on my knees between his legs other times on my stomach across the coach with his hands down my pants tickling my hole. Ignoring the movie, only to have him stop me after a few minutes so we could go back to watching Nick Cage do whatever he was doing. We repeated this process for the entire movie, it was like a two and half hour movie. Me sucking my buddy’s cock for about 5 or 10 minutes before he’d tell me to stop. Then we’d watch the movie for about 10 or 15 minutes before I’d go back to sucking him off.

Eventually the movie was over, both of us were fucking horned as shit. I couldn’t believe my buddy was able to let me blow him for that entire movie without cumming. As the credits rolled, he got up to take a piss. I followed him to his bathroom just off the kitchen so I could watch him. As his stream began to flow he told me to get on my knees and drink straight from the tap. I didn’t even hesitant. I leapt across the kitchen getting my knees to drink down his hot salty piss.

I heard him laugh at how eager I responded to his instructions. I drank down as much piss as I could, a few drops dripped down my chin. Once he finished we went to the fridge and cracked open some beers. We chatted a bit about the movie, joked about how I just fucking slurped down his piss.

As he leaed back against the counter he smiled that shit eating grin again. “Get back to working on my dick.” I was on my knees before he had even finished his statement.

I slurped and licked and swallowed his cock. He groaned. I massaged his heavy balls. I wanted him to cum in my mouth so bad. I bobbed up and own, pushing myself as far as I could go until my nose was buried in his bush. I wanted him in me so badly. I wanted him to use my throat. He put his hand on the back of my head and then started to fuck my mouth. I stuck my tongue out as he pulled himself out of my mouth and then slammed himself back in. My spit was all over his cock, balls, and drooling down my chin and neck.

“Suck that dick, faggot. You like being my little bitch. Yeah you’re such a nasty little cocksucking bitch. You love my fat cock, don’t you boy? Work it, stud. Work my fucking cock.” A steady stream of nastiest names he could think of came out of his mouth. It only encouraged me to service his cock harder, better, faster. The smell of spit on skin filled his kitchen, our grunts and groans echoed off the walls.

Just as I thought he was about to cum, he made to stop. He grabbed and forced me to stand, grabbing at my fly and pulling my pants down. He flipped me out and pushed me over. I felt his thick cock press against my hole. It felt so fucking good. Was he going to fuck me? He teased my hole for a few seconds, rubbing his cock against me. I begged for him to slam me.

“You want that cock inside of you, bro? You want me to use you like a whore?”

“Fuck yeah! Fucking please!” Then I felt him push harder into me. I moaned as his cock began to open me up. He didn’t give me any time to adjust. He slammed himself all the way into me. “FUCK YEAH! FUCKING SLAM ME PLEASE, BRO” His neighbors must have heard me. And he obliged. He railed my hole hard. Pulling himself completely out and then slamming himself all the way inside of me, his balls slapping against mine. It felt so amazing. I was moaning, grunting, begging for him to fuck me hard. He gripped my waist tightly. He fucked me so hard I thought I might lose my balance.
I reached down to start jacking my cock. Pre-cum was leaking out all over the place. I grabbed my dick tightly and started to furiously rub. I was going into complete bliss, overwhelmed with lust and my animal urges. Suddenly I heard my buddy groan loudly. Was he about to cum? He slammed himself completely into me and held himself there. He was stopping himself just before orgasm. I begged for him to continue fucking me.

“No,” he said. “I want you to cum for me.”

“Fuck yes.” I stood up and started to jack off as hard as I could. His cock still rubbing against my hole, his hand holding neck as he growled in my ear, encouraging me, degrading me, and driving me wild. Suddenly I felt my balls tighten and I immediately starting to shot across his kitchen floor. Volley after volley of my cum just spilling onto the floor.

“That’s my boy. Fucking cum for me.” I just kept cumming. It was amazing. It was one of the most amazing orgasms I’ve ever had. As it subsided I started to pant, completely out of breath. My buddy laughed. “Dude, you shot like five feet across my floor.”

“Whatever, no I didn’t.”

“Yeah, you did. See.” He walked over of where the furthest volley of my cum landed. It was like five or six feet from where I was standing.

“Fuck. Damn. Well that was a hot time.” We laughed, put our clothes on, and grabbed some paper towels to clean up. I’m still jacking off to this encounter. Can’t wait til I see my buddy again.

Every Fourth of July weekend my buds and I head out of town for a camping trip. There’s a core group of us that go every year, while other friends join us when they can. Usually we go on some big hiking and climbing trip to some place a few hours away from the city, but this past summer when just went out to a campground that was only about an hour away. We decided it would be a good summer to just drink and spend the weekend tubing.

This year one of my close buddies invited a co-worker on the trip. Dude was fucking hot as shit. Gingery blond hair, a beautiful fucking beard, tall, he was relaxed but commanded everyone’s attention. As soon as I laid eyes on him my cock started to chub and my hole started to ache for his use. I knew I was going to have to rub one out a few times on this trip thinking of being used by this hot stud. I offered my hand, “Sean,” he said. His handshake was firm yet not overly assertive. God, I was so turned on.

The day was a blur. We drank, floated down the river, rough housed. It was a great time. Always enjoyed these trips with my buds. I couldn’t help but check out Sean. He had a perfectly furry chest and a prominent bulge. I couldn’t help but imagine what his cock and balls looked like; the thought of kneeling before him and just taking him all in just turned me on. I quickly put those thoughts aside. This was just supposed to be a relaxing trip; I could jack off thinking about him in my tent tonight… and again tomorrow night. And then at home as much as I wanted. We continued to all just chill and drink.

After we returned to our campsite we got the fire going, food cooking, some of us threw a football back and forth. As we drank more and ate, Sean and I got to know each other. He was a really fantastic guy, just really cool. We ended the night drinking scotch around the campfire. One by one my buds drifted off to their tents to pass out. In the end it was just me and Sean. We sat their laughing and chatting for a little while longer. As the fire began to die out we decided that it was probably best for us to pass out too.

“I need to piss before I pass out.” He looked around. “Think I can make it to the head?”

“I don’t know, man, it’s pretty dark. You could just go up to that tree and piss there. That’s what I did.”

“Yeah, I could. Or I could just piss on the fire.”

“You could.” I laughed. He stood up and pulled his cock out. My jaw dropped. His heavy stream came out quickly. I couldn’t break my stare, his cock was hotter than I imagined. The fire spit and sizzled.

“Like what you see, boy?”

“Oh! Sorry man.” My face went flush.

“It’s alright. I know you’ve been lusting after my dick all day. Why don’t you get over here and taste it.” I wasn’t sure if it was the scotch, my lust, or his voice. Maybe it was all three. I scampered over to him, knelt, and swallow his fat flaccid cock whole. I tasted his piss as a little bit dribbled out. I moaned. It was fucking hot. “Fuck yeah, boy. Suck my cock and swallow the rest of my piss.” He released the last little bit of his piss into my mouth. I eagerly swallowed it down, moaning as I did. Then he began to swell and fill my mouth. I began to work furiously, bobbing back and forth to get him fully erect. As his cock became more engorged he began to fuck my face hard. I gagged, but wanted more. It was so hot to have this stud who I just met a few hours ago fucking my face by a dying fire. The hint of his urine in the air and the last of it in my stomach. Our buds just down a small hill passed out in their tents.

I wasn’t sure how long I sat their worshipping his cock, hearing him grunt and encourage me. I rubbed my own cock trapped beneath my jeans. I stopped looking up at him. “Fuck man. This is so hot.”

“Yeah it is.”

“You want to go back to one of our tents?”

“Sure.” I stood up, he left his massive cock hang out of his fly. We walked down the slope. The water of the river glowed in the moonlight. I had the sudden urge to go jump back in the river.

“Want to go for a swim first?” I ask him. “We could fuck around in the river.”

“I don’t know man.”

“C’mon.” I ran to shore and stripped down to nothing. My cock rock hard in front of me. He followed slowly down. I quietly slipped into the water trying not to wake anyone. “This water is fucking nice, man.” I moved further out, but he remained on shore. His massive cock waiting for me to return. I motioned for him to come out again, he didn’t move. Realizing he wasn’t coming out I swam back to shore. “Not into skinny dipping?”

“It’s not that man. I was just admiring your hot little ass in the moonlight.”

“Yeah? Hot.” I grabbed my clothes.

“Leave them off,” he said. We walked back toward our tents, me stark naked and his cock still hanging free out of his fly. It was one fucking sexy cock. We got to my tent first.

“Ever do poppers?”

“You got poppers?”

“I do.”

“Fucking hot.” I rummaged through my backpack before finally finding what I was looking for. I held the bottle up.

“See.” I motioned for him to sit down.

“Not here,” he said. “We’re too close to everyone.” He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward this big oak that was between our campsite and the next one. We had no cover from any direction, and we were only ten feet away from anyone. I was excited, were we just going to fuck around right here? “Take a hit and get on your knees.”

I inhaled deeply. The rush was intense, must have been the combination of all the alcohol and the poppers, I was suddenly dizzy as fuck and completely crazed for his cock. He grabbed the bottle from my hands as I sank to the ground. My knees felt cool mud. I swallowed his cock whole again, this time his massive cock went all the way down my throat. I could hardly breathe, but I need to worship his cock so badly. He moaned, his hand gripped the back of my head. He leaned back against the tree and began to pull his cock all the way out of my mouth before shoving himself all the way back in, stretching my throat. It was the most amazing feeling to be his mindless cockslut right there. People sleeping just feet away. I was completely naked, if we were caught he could easily slip his cock back in his pants. But I would be completely exposed. That just made me hotter. I was a bitch, HIS bitch. He was in complete control. My rush began to wear off, I began to gag, and tears welled up. He put the bottle beneath my nostrils again.

“Take a huge hit, faggot.” His whisper hoarse and aggressive. I didn’t think, just obeyed, filling my lungs with as much as I could. My jaw relaxed, my throat opened, I pushed myself as far as I could go on his thick beer can cock. My nose was buried in his wild pubes. I needed to inhale him, I needed to fill my lungs with his scent. “Fuck yeah!” He began to fuck my throat roughly again. Grunting and groaning, calling me the nastiest names he could think of. My hole burned for attention. I reached down and began to rub my pussy, hoping he’d fuck me right there. So what if someone caught us, they’d probably start using me too. I mean after all that was my purpose, I was a faggot cumdump.

I needed air. I took deep breaths looking up at him. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted him to fuck me. I stood up and leaned in. He grabbed my throat, squeezing lightly. “No, boy. No kissing. You’re my bitch. You do as I say. When I say it. When I want it. No complaints. I own you. Deal?”

“Sir, yes, Sir.” He flipped me around, holding my hard against the tree.

“You got to earn my cum, boy. Jack your fucking cock. Cum for me, boy.”

“Sir, yes, Sir” I began to furiously jack off right there. People sleeping sounding so close, we were completely exposed, I was completely naked. He stared hard into my eyes and held my neck firmly. With his other hand he put the bottle of poppers below my nostrils again.

“One last hit, boy. Then you cum. I want to see you spill your seed all over the ground.”

“Yes. Yes… Sir, yes, Sir.” I breathed in again, letting the poppers overwhelm me. Letting his firm control overwhelm me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Was I really Sean’s faggot cumdump? The bark dug into my back. My ass hole yearned for his use. Yes, yes I was. This was so fucking hot. So fucking surprising. I never thought something like this would happen to me this weekend. My balls went firm against my body. I groaned.

“Yeah, boy. You going to cum for me?”

“Fuck, yes, yes, oh god, yes, Sir!” I felt that familiar feeling well up, that bliss, that urgency. Then there it was. I could feel volley after volley of my cum shoot, volley after volley landing hard on the ground.

“Fuck yes, boy. Let it all out.” His hoarse whisper sending me further into orgasmic bliss. My eyes rolled back into my head. I shivered as my cum just kept coming. It wouldn’t stop. It was so amazing. Fuck yes was all I could think. I was owned, here I was a complete bitch for this stud of a man. What else would he do to me? My orgasm subsided. He let go of my neck. I was completely out of breath. His cock was still fully engorged.

I gasped for air. “Do you want me to finish you off, Sir?”

“No. Not tonight. You did good. Now go to bed. I have plans for you for the rest of this trip. Don’t worry. Be a good boy and you’ll be rewarded.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

“Go to bed.” He turned, still leaving his cock out. I followed. When I got to my tent I paused and looked at him again. We caught eachother’s eyes just before we zipped our tents up. The cool air across my body felt so nice. I was exhausted and drunk. He grabbed his cock, began jacking off, and zipped his tent closed. Quietly I hoped to hear him groan as he came all over himself. I couldn’t fight off sleep and before I heard anything from him I passed out.

Needless to say, that was one of the best Fourth of July camping weekends I have ever been on. And as far as I know, none of my buds have any clue what Sean and I got up.

The other night I was having a hard time sleeping; I just couldn’t relax, my mind was racing. I would wrestle my conscious mind into submission, then sleep would come but it would only last a REM cycle before I’d jolt awake.

I don’t know, maybe about 5am or thereabouts. I was focusing on my breathing. Deep breathes to relax, to bring slumber back. I heard my phone buzz, a text message. Who the fuck is texting me at 5am? The light from my screen punched through the darkness in my room. It was none other than Cooper, one of my good buddies (it should have been obvious). He would be the only one who’d text me this late… or early. I can look at it in the morning. I need to sleep.

Rolling over attempting to turn back to sleep I suddenly found myself in a new bed, a new room, it wasn’t my own. I didn’t recognize where I was, but there was a man in the corner. He was naked, I couldn’t make out his face, but his body was perfectly clear. He had the perfect smattering of hair, the right amount of muscle and definition. His cock was fat and flaccid while his balls were full and tight. He oozed authority and control. Who was he? Was he my buddy? Was he my ex-boyfriend? Was he one of the porn stars I watched and jacked off to? Or was he one of the studs I lusted after at the club? Was he all of them? None of them? As I took him all in he came toward me. He held me down then he placed his perfect cock and balls over my face.

Drink my piss, boy. Drink all of it. Don’t waste a fucking drop, faggot. My bladder is full and you’re going to take it all straight from the tap.

I shook my head, no. Something about him made me nervous. I was frightened. What was happening? He slapped my face. Drink my piss, boy! Do it! Now!

I still resisted. He kept slapping me, instructing me to open my mouth and obey. Finally he slapped me as hard as he could and spit a heavy load of his saliva right on my face. I could no longer disobey, I was his in that moment. I opened my mouth. SIR, yes, SIR!

Good boy. Silly faggot. I didn’t think I needed to slap some sense into you, but apparently I was mistaken. His piss was hot, salty, and bitter. It was full of his essence. Something came over me, I eagerly swallowed every drop without trouble. And it kept coming, but I didn’t care. Part of me didn’t want him to stop. I loved how he was using me. I needed his piss. The last drops came and I still wanted more. There you go boy. I can see how much you enjoyed drinking my urine. Don’t worry there is more where that came from.

In one easy movement he flipped me over on my stomach. Be a good bitch, faggot. His hand spanked my ass hard. Without hesitation I pushed my butt into the air. Such a good boy now. It’s always interesting to see how compliant a bellyful of Alpha piss will make a boy.

He moved behind me, rubbing his cock against me. Suddenly waves of pleasure washed over me. I moaned. I mewed. I groaned. It felt so amazing to have him teasing me like this. His motions sank me deeper and deeper into a heat, my bliss, I just needed him now. His cock hardened. His balls relaxed. I could feel how fat it was, how long, I could sense its slight upward curve perfect for breeding boys when they’re face down and their pussies are in the air.
The man then ripped my underwear down completely exposing me and slammed his cock deep inside of me. It felt amazing. I was completely full, stretched and pushed to capacity. I could feel my hole conforming to his cock. He leaned over started to growl in my ear the nastiest shit I had ever heard. His cock slamming me hard. His heavy balls slamming against me. That’s right bitch, take Daddy’s cock. Take it like the good faggot you are. You’re my fucking slut now. You do what I want, where I want it, when I want it. You’re my fucking faggot slut. Tell me how much you need me. Tell me how much you want me. Tell me what you are.

Fuck, SIR! I need you. You own me. I live for you, SIR! My hole is yours, SIR!  To use and abuse, to wreck and breed, SIR! I need you, SIR! I only can think of you, SIR! Your voice, your smell, your control, your pleasure. I’m your fucking faggot slut, SIR! I live for your pleasure, SIR, to receive your spit, piss, and cum as my reward!

Good boy! I fucking like what I hear! He continued to pound me hard. His sweat dripping down onto my back and neck. His breath and voice heavy in my ear. All I could do was moan, mew, and beg for him. He tongued and bit my ear. I moaned and begged louder. I was being overwhelmed by the pleasure of being his piece of fuck meat. Then he growled loudly and I felt volley after volley of his hot seed inside of me. I had never felt a man cum inside of me, I had never felt a man’s cock convulse as he filled me with his seed. It was amazing. I could feel the heat from his nut and it landing deep inside of me. My hole was completely his, I was completely his. His cum was going to be inside of my forever. His groan began to fade.

I jolted awake. My cock was hard as a rock, bulging in my underarmor – a large stain of pre-cum on the outside. I looked at my phone, there was no text message. It had all been so vivid. It had all been a dream. Closing my eyes I hoped I could sink back into the dream, find that man there ready to use me again.