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My new lifestyle...
I was so conflicted but was so blissful in my post cum high. Mike gave me the cigar back and got back to the driver's seat. Before long we were making our way back home. I had a lot to think about now, Mike had always been a good friend but somehow, I think all that was changing now.
Things did change. Mike still got me from the house and took me to school like he always did. But several times a week, Mike would have a cigar lit and the car full of smoke when he picked me up. It didn't take a genius to know what was going to happen once I had a cigar in my mouth.
Mike knew my dad's schedule as well as he did mine, and so we would pull up to a dark place, Mike would climb into the back seat and before I could finish my cigar, he would have a load of my cum running down his throat.
Now I was not the most popular kid in school. I wasn't a jock or member of the cliques. I was just me. But once I stopped worrying about the pressure to fit in, mainly because I was having my balls drained several times a week, things became easier.
One day a few of the guys from my class saw Mike handing me the cigar before he pulled away from the school. That only raised my cool standing among the other guys. And one day while we were all at lunch one of the other guys was talking about getting his first blow job from a girl at school. While he was talking about it, I wasn't glued to every word and was even grinning I guess,
He was talking about laying back and how good it felt. So, I asked if he grabbed her head and took control. The look of shock on his face told me no. After that, the guys started asking me questions. I played it off, but I could tell I was getting a lot more sex than any of them.
It was about mid-January when my mom and dad announced they needed to go to England for a couple weeks due to a death of my mom's mother's sister. I had met her only once and due to school having just restarted after winter break, I could not go. In secret I was happy.
They left on a Thursday afternoon and when Mike picked me up from school, he had the cigar lit and ready. But instead of heading to his quite parking spot, we went straight home. He didn't ask, and I didn't have to tell him, we both just knew what was going to happen once I had the house to myself.
When we got back to the house, Mike suggested I confine my smoking to dad's office since it already had that cigar smoke smell. As he pointed out, my parents might get curious if the whole house smelled like cigar smoke. He had a point. So, I went into the office and sat down in one of dad's big leather chairs and got comfortable. Mike followed me in but when I sat down, he stayed behind the chair for a few minutes. The next thing I saw was something that made me realize that I didn't know Mike as well as I thought I did.
Mike came around the chair fully naked. I had never seen him naked before. All the times he sucked my cock, he was still fully clothed. For an older guy, he was in great shape. He had a light covering of hair on his chest but was pretty muscular. He was in far better shape than my dad was, it was obvious he worked out, and was, in his own way, quite imposing.
He stood there, in front of me, letting me see his full body. All I could do was look while hauling on my cigar. He stood with his hands behind his back and his legs slightly spread. His eyes were fixed on the ground, and I never saw him look up, not even once.
After the shook wore off, I instinctively stood up and walked around him. He didn't move and as I walked around him, I started to notice some of his tattoos. He had an army tattoo on his chest over his heart. On his right arm was a band or barbed wire with bold drops where the points were supposed to be digging into his skin. His left upper arm had some more army styled ink on it, an American flag, and a soilder standing in front of it smoking a cigar. Just below that was three chevrons. (I later learned this was his rank.) On his back a huge tattoo of a man dressed in leather biker gear and another man, naked at his feet on all fours. Right below that was a single word, "Grunt". His ass had what I think was a boot print with a cigar over top of it.
His tattoos were mesmerizing. I had to run my hands over them. Mike didn't move when I touched him. He felt like warm steel under my hand. Hard and rigid, warm to the touch, never yielding. I hadn't seen anything like this before except in movies. As I walked back in front of him, I looked down to see his cock hanging slightly proud and with a huge metal ring through the head coming out the piss slit. When I reached out for it, it jumped a little and a small bead of precum formed on the ring. His balls hung low and full too. In all respects, he was more a man than anyone I had ever seen in person.
When I was done walking around him, I sat back down in the chair. Unsure of what to do I just sat there. He didn't move and I didn't speak for at least 10 minutes. Then I heard in a clear, but weak voice, "Please tell me what you want Sir."
I snapped out of my haze long enough to say blow job.
That was all it took, Mike dropped to his knees and crawled between my legs. The carefully reached up and pulled on my pants but they wouldn't budge.
"Will Sir please stand up?" Mike's voice was again clear but soft.
I stood and Mike reached up and slid my pants down, then gently took one foot at a time, lifting them off the ground, and removed then removed my pants completely. Without letting me sit back down, Mike moved his lips to my cock and started to do that thing he did so well. He doesn't open his mouth and consume my cock; he gets the cock head right against his lips and gently sucks the cock into his mouth. Then he sucks it into his throat and gently starts rocking on it.
My legs didn't last long before they started to buckle and in one fluid move, without letting my cock come out of his mouth, we fell backwards onto the chair. While still on his knees, Mike gently put his hands on my knees and spread them as wide as the chair would allow. It was the first time I caught him looking at my face. Then placing his hands back on the floor, he started sucking my cock for all it was worth. Going up and down on my now rock-hard cock, he was a master at getting me hard and keeping me that way. Changing his pace, changing the pressure he applied to my cock and alternating between working the head and the shaft, he was able to edge me until the entire cigar was done.
"Would Sir like another cigar?"
I nodded and Mike crawled to the humidor that dad kept on the bookshelf and took out a nice cigar. He grabbed the clipper and lighter and brought it back over to me. Looking me straight in the eyes, he opened his mouth and slowly slid the whole cigar down his throat. I know from research that you should moisten the end before cutting it but what Mike was doing would be closer to giving the cigar a blow job. After a few strokes in and out of his mouth, he carefully held the cigar out and the clippers. I clipped the end and the clippings fell into his outstretched hands. Instead of throwing them away, he opened his mouth and ate them.
Then he held the lighter up right in front of his face. The result was that all the smoke from the cigar and from my puffing on it to light it went right into his face. He breathed it in and never flinched. After the cigar was lit, Mike closed the lighter but didn't move. I took this as him wanting more smoke, so I gave it to him. Exhaling right into his face, he opened his mouth and took as much as I could offer.
When I finally leaned back in the chair Mike spoke again, "Is there anything you would like from me Sir?"
I thought about that for a minute. But I had no idea. This was my first time having a man offer me service like that. He had me so horny being edged for so long. But I didn't want it to end too soon.
"May grunt speak Sir?"
I nodded, not knowing what else to do at the moment.
"I have been attracted to men of power for a long time." Mike's voice was reassuring, and I started to relax more as he spoke. "I enjoy serving them, making them feel comfortable, doing things for them. It makes me feel good to know that the man I am serving is happy."
Mike sat down on his ass between my legs and looked up at me and continued to speak.
"I know you are going to be one of those guys that will always want to be in control. I admire that and it makes me want to serve you." Mike began to stroke my inner legs and all I could do was lean back farther into the chair and smoke my cigar.
"You love having your cock sucked and there are times when you put your hand on the back of my head to control it. That's a sign that you want to be in control. You are growing into your dominance, and I want to help you."
I was trying to process everything that Mike was saying. In the past, I had always talked to Mike about my problems. While I might not admit it, Mike was probably my best friend. And he was around the house all the time. He drove me everywhere and drove dad too. He ran errands and was always on call for dad.
Now don't get me wrong, we weren't the kind of family that had servants and staff, but with mom and dad both being professionals, we also didn't really have family dinners and mom almost never cooked. I had to get myself up for school, do my own breakfast, and a few times a week I would eat dinner by myself. However, most nights, when mom and dad got home, we would get into the car and Mike would drive us to a restaurant and then wait and take us home. Mike had been part of my life for as long as I can remember.
"Do you understand what I am trying to say?" Mike's voice cut into my haze.
"So, you are gay?" was the first thing that came out of my mouth.
"I prefer to serve men, yes." Mike replied.
"But you work out, go to bars, were in the army..." I was rambling, my thoughts falling off my tongue.
"I know this can be confusing, just know that all my life, I have put myself in positions of service and I wouldn't have it any other way." Mike said very reassuringly.
"You said you liked to serve and liked serving dominate men" I was starting to process all this, I think. "What does that mean?"
"Sir grunt has been used to clean, cook and serve." He paused. I noticed that he became more rigid now and more formal in a way.
"Men have also used grunt as a toy for their pleasure, stress relief, to work off frustration. And of course, then men that grunt serves often use it for their sexual needs." Mike was back on his knees and looking down at the floor.
"You mean more then you just giving them a blow job?" It was starting to click. "You mean men have fucked you." That wasn't so much a question as it was a realization on my part.
"Yes Sir" Mike replied.
"Tell me more about what you meant; you were their toy?" I was getting curious and a little turned on.
"Sir, men have tied grunt up, whipped and spanked it, humiliated it by making it lick and clean boots and shoes with its tongue." Mike took a breath. "Men have enjoyed making grunt serve others in front of them, or in public."
Well, I knew Mike didn't mind sucking cock in the back of the car so that didn't really come as much of a surprise.
"Sir, I have had men that liked to use toys on it too." Mike's face never cracked or made any sign of emotion as he spoke.
"Huh?" that one puzzled me.
"Sir, some men like to see how big they can stretch grunt's ass, or make it carry a plug in its ass all day so it's ready for use later." Mike continued. "Or sometimes they just want to see grunt suffer during the day."
My dick twitched at the thought of someone suffering all day just for my fun. I mean I have always been turned on by weird things. Like I used to get all excited watching those old wrestling matches. I could care less about the yelling and drama but let one of the guys kick the other wrestler in the nuts, or rack them into the bar and I was all over it. And even better, let someone use a choke hold or anything that made the other wrestler cry out in pain and I was hard as a rock.
"What do you mean, suffer all day?" I really wanted to know.
"Sir grunt has been made to wear large plugs in its ass, clamps on its nipples, weights and stretchers on its balls." Mike's voice was actually sounding more clear, like he enjoyed talking about this. "One man likes to put grunt in chastity or push sounds into grunt's cock."
Now I didn't really understand most of this, but it didn't stop me from imagining what Mike most look like while he "suffered" for another man's fun. My cock was starting to get rock hard again. I was trying to figure out what I should do next when I looked down at Mike and realized he was looking back at me. I looked at him then at my cock and with no other words, Mike was sucking my cock again.
Mike, or as he called himself, grunt, was not sucking to get me off. He was being too gentle and slow. It was more like he was nursing on my cock, trying to make it feel good and keep it hard but not get me off. After about 10 minutes grunt looked up and said "Sir please fuck grunt. Please make me your personal cum dump."
Now grunt is a big guy. Not big like heavy, but big like built. I had no idea how I was going to make this happen but then I realized, it wasn't my problem. I didn't need to figure out the how. All I needed to do was tell grunt to figure it out. "How do you think that's going to work grunt?"
Grunt got up off his knees and walked over to the leather couch and bent over the arm, reaching back to spread his ass cheeks. I swear I could see his ass hole open and close. It was winking at me. Now I had fucked my cousin up his ass and loved it. It was one of the best fucks ever. But he had been begging for it, asking for it. Grunt was too in his own way, I guess.
I walked up behind him, put a finger on his ass hole and I swear it tried to suck my finger in. It opened up and felt so smooth and velvety. I took my finger away and placed the head of my cock against his hole, in no time it was inside. I didn't have to do much at first, grunts ass did all the work. It pulled my cock in, an inch at a time, until I was balls deep in his cunt. Then it started squeezing and relaxing, milking my cock. Before long I was hauling on that cigar and slamming my cock in and out of his ass.
It wasn't a fuck; it was an assault on his manhood. I wasn't trying to just get off, I was trying to destroy his ass. And with every stroke, every trust that made him grunt I felt like I was closer to my goal. Unfortunately, I didn't last as long as I wanted. I slammed into grunts ass one last time trying to see if I could find an extra inch, and then flooded him with my cum.
After I got up and went back to the chair, grunt got off the arm of the couch and knelt in front of me taking my cock into his mouth and cleaning it with his tongue. It felt so good. I was completely relaxed now, finishing off the cigar and looking at my shrinking cock that was still the sole focus of grunt.
Looking over at the arm of the couch, there was a huge wet spot. At first, I thought it was from my cum running out of his ass but then I realized it was his cum all over the arm of the chair. Apparently, I wasn't too rough.
"Shit, I got to piss..." I said as I started to stand but grunt's hands, gently but firmly, on my chest wouldn't allow me too.
"I got to piss!" I said more urgently but grunt's mouth didn't leave my cock and he seemed like he had no intention of letting me up.
Fuck it I thought, he deserves this if he won't let me up, so I let go. I started pissing so hard it was like a firehose, but grunt's mouth never left my cock and not a single drop of piss ever left it either. He drank it. He drank it all.
That's when I realized that there were things even better then sex. There was power and control.