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Keeping my Boyfriend Satisfied: Part 1
I love cum. I love to feel great wads of it pulse onto my tongue as I look lovingly up at my lover. I love to feel it shoot into my hungry ass as I buck and moan on his hard cock.
But it wasn't always like this. In fact, there was a time I didn't even think of men as attractive. I didn't see them as potential lovers, as boyfriends, and I didn't have a clue what great pleasure I would receive as a "girlfriend."
It started when I was about 16. My family had just moved to a new town and it was really hard at that age not knowing anyone. It didn't help that I was also shy and a bit of a loner. I'm not anti-social or anything, I just tend to be quiet and I suppose the word is "passive." Anyway, this meant that I had been in town for about six months and not really gotten to know anybody.
That changed when I met Gary. I had begun to hang out at a skate park near my house and one day I was taking a break and suddenly, there was this guy talking to me.
"You're pretty good. That was a pretty sweet kickflip you just did." I didn't know what to say at first. He was older than me - at least 20 I figured - and I even remember thinking then - "man, he's really good looking!"
I mumbled thanks and then we talked about boarding for a bit. I was pretty sure he was just being nice to me because I'm really not that good a skater. But I was surprised at how easy it was for me to talk to him. Usually I just clam up when it comes to conversations with strangers. And I kept thinking about how white his teeth were, and how nice his eyes looked.
We talked for about a half hour before I had to get going home. I said bye and left, already secretly hoping to see him there again.
Now, there is no way I was going to see myself as being gay. He was just a nice guy who like to skate. The fact that he was also good looking did not matter. I went back to the park the next three days in a row before I got to see him again.
"Hey, you came back," he said when I cruised past him.
"Yeah, I drop by once and a while."
"Well it's my lucky day then. Here, see if you can do this..." And he took off down the slope. I followed, and for the next hour we compared and showed off for each other.
Then he turned to me and said, "I gotta head home. You want to drop by for a bit to see my other boards?"
"Uh, yeah I guess. Is it far?" I wasn't thinking anything dirty at all but I was kind of nervous going over to someone's house.
"Heck no, It's just over the next block. Come on" He went, and again, I followed.
His place was a small, but well tended rancher. "Wow, you've got a house! That's so cool." I couldn't help but be impressed.
"Yeah, it's not big but I like it. Come on in."
That first time over at Gary's house we just kind of hung out. We checked out his boards and talked about skate parts and it was really nice. Nothing special happened, but when I left, I felt, well ... sad. I didn't want to go.
Gary didn't mention a girlfriend and I didn't ask. I didn't have the nerve to talk to a girl so I figured that was the same for him. I went back to his house three or four more times before I met a couple of Gary's friends. That was when things became a little clearer.
We were sitting on the couch just watching TV when the doorbell rang.
"Oh, that'll be Carl and Stevie." I was kind of shocked. He hadn't ever mentioned any friends.
When I saw Carl and Stevie my eyes were probably as big as dinner plates. Carl was a big tough looking guy with a beard and lots of gold earings. He was loud and did all the talking. Stevie was a lot smaller - kind of my size. He looked a lot closer to my age as well. He didn't say anything but he kept staring at me, which kind of freaked me out. It also freaked me out when they sat down next to each other on the loveseat. Kind of close for a couple of guys I thought.
Stevie and I just sat while Gary and Carl talked and laughed about work and stuff. Then Gary and Carl decided to get a few beer from the store down the road.
"We'll be right back," said Carl. "You kids can get to know each other better." And he roared with laughter.
When they were gone the house became really silent. I thought about going but I didn't want to abandon Gary. And besides, I had been there first. I wanted them to go.
Stevie was still looking at me. I was about to say something just to break the silence when he said, "Now I can see what Gary was talking about and he was right - you are cute."
"What!? What are you talking about?"
"Oh, you know how boys get. They like to talk about all their fantasies. He like to talk about you."
I was getting pretty flustered by what he was saying and the way he was looking at me. "Look, what the hell are you talking about? Gary and I skate together. I'm just hanging out here and who are you anyway? Do you skate too?"
He laughed. "No. I don't have time to skate. I'm too busy keeping my man satisfied."
"Huh? What does that mean?" I didn't understand.
"Carl. My boyfriend. He is just insatiable. I swear, it takes all my time and energy to keep that man happy. What about you? Do you keep your man satisfied?"
It took a few moments before the meaning of Stevie's words sank in. "You mean... you're... and... Carl... is your boyfriend? and you're.... !"
"Gay! Yup! It's great isn't it." He was grinning and I was shocked.
"And what do you mean do I keep my man satisfied? I'm not...." Just then the door opened and Carla and Gary came back in with the beer. I shut up and tried to sort out what was going on here. Carl and Stevie were GAY! They must get it on with each other!! I looked even more closely at them. I had never really seen gay people up close before. They looked fairly normal, but they must kiss, and do... other stuff. They seemed happy. Actually, they seemed very happy. Stevie was looking at me with those half-closed eyes and the Cheshire cat smile again. Yeah, he seemed very happy. But how could he be happy if he was doing... doing what exactly? And, yeah, Carl was obviously happy. He must like what Stevie was doing to keep him that happy. But what was Stevie doing? Like, everything that girls would do? I mean I wasn't totally naive, but I didn't really think that people who did that were so damn happy about it.
I was thinking about how to get myself out of there when I noticed that Stevie had put his hand on Carl's muscular thigh. It wasn't a crude grab or squeeze, but a gentle touch that seemed to say - "this is mine."
The conversation continued but I felt there was a charge in the air. Especially when Carl spread his legs open a little wider so that Stevie's hand could slowly, gently, lovingly, move upward and inward. I couldn't take my eyes off of it.
"Hey, let's put the game on," said Gary. "And have a beer," he said as he put a cold one next to me. I had tasted a beer before but wasn't to fond of them. But right then it seemed like a good idea. And I noticed that Gary was nervous. What did he think of all this I wondered.
Gary put a football game on and we watched. But I only pretended to watch because I was really watching Stevie's hand move closer and closer to its goal. I just couldn't help it. I also couldn't help but notice that there was a huge bulge in the front of Carl's jeans. Obviously he was enjoying the attention! I looked away for a moment in case they noticed I was watching them, and when I looked back, Stevie's hand was plastered across the front of Carl's pants.
Oh boy, I thought to myself. I should probably go. But I couldn't. Something was keeping me sitting there, watching.
When I looked back the next time Stevie was holding the tab of Carl's zipper. He was holding it as if he had been waiting for me to look before he, ever so slowly, began to pull it down.
While this was going on we were all at least pretending to watch a football game. Gary and Carl would make a comment about some player and how the team was doing, as if they hadn't even noticed what Stevie was doing right there. It was crazy.
But I didn't wonder about it too long because I was pretty wrapped up with what Stevie was finding in Carl's pants. The zipper was all the way down and Stevie had reached into Carl's jeans. Oh my god, I thought. He's touching Carl's penis! But there was more than touching. With a gentle pull out popped Carl's fully erect cock.
I just stared. It was certainly the first cock other than my own I had ever seen, and seeing mine had not prepared me for this monster. It was way longer and thicker than mine and the fat mushroom shaped head glistened like it was wet or something.
Gary and Carl kept talking like nothing was going on. I looked up at Stevie to see him staring right back at me. I was so embarrassed to be caught looking, but then he winked at me, flashed that little smile, and bent down into Carl's lap.
Of course I had heard about blow-jobs. But I had never seen one, let alone one where a guy is giving it. And man, Stevie was giving it.
The TV was almost drowned out by the sound of slurping and sucking coming from Stevie as he worked on Carl's massive cock. His head was bobbing rhythmically on the thick shaft taking more and more into his mouth. Carl finally stopped talking about the game and began caressing the top of Stevie's head. I noticed that Gary was clearly watching this now. He looked interested and not the least bit surprised. As if this sort of thing went on all the time. Wait a minute, I thought to myself, maybe it did!
Stevie was beginning to pick up the pace with his sucking and Carl was now holding Stevie's head with both hands as if directing it. I was shocked at what was going on, but there was no denying that this was pretty hot. There two guys were obviously really into each other and it sure looked as if they both were enjoying themselves.
Especially Carl when he suddenly threw back his head and cried out, "Take it you little slut! Take my cum!!" Stevie held his head still, holding just the head of Carl's cock in his mouth. I could see Stevie's cheeks puff out and then his throat move as he swallowed. He did this about six times before he came up for breath. But not for long because he quickly went right back down on Carl's cock to clean up whatever he had missed.
It was right about here that I noticed that my own cock was so hard it actually hurt. This freaked me out more than anything. I jumped up, said, "Uh, thanks for the beer. I gotta go." And I bolted.
I masturbated four times that night. Each orgasm that ripped through my body was intense and long. Each time my mind was filled with the scene that had gone on in front of me that afternoon. And each time, just before I came, I wondered what it felt like for Stevie when Carl ejaculated into his mouth.
I woke the next day vowing never to go back to Gary's house again. But I missed Gary already. I had to admit that I really liked him. Maybe, I thought, he was just being polite and he wasn't into anything "weird." I wanted so much to see him and talk to him, but I was afraid.
When I went to the skate park that afternoon I looked around for Gary but he wasn't there. I skated for a while until I noticed someone watching me. It was Stevie.
I stopped and he came over to me.
"Hi," he said smiling. I was thinking, that mouth just had a cock in it the other day. It swallowed cum!
"Uh, hi yourself. What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you"
"Me? Why did you want to see me?"
"Oh I just thought we could talk a bit. You want to talk here or over at Gary's place. There's nobody there. The men are out getting Carl's truck fixed."
The "men" I thought. What does that make you? But I found myself saying "Okay."
Stevie was nice and even though I was still pretty freaked out by what he had done the day before, I found myself liking him. He was smart, funny, and kind of cute.
When we got to Gary's house we sat on the couch and Stevie got right to it.
"So what did you think about my little show yesterday?"
"Uh, well... it was... interesting. To tell the truth my head is still spinning. I don't really know what to think."
"Did you think it was cool?"
"Well, sort of." I didn't want to admit to what I had done with myself after I had watched.
"Are you grossed out by it?"
"I don't know, why? What are you asking me for?"
"Well, you did seem pretty interested. And from the look of your crotch when you got up it almost looked like you enjoyed watching it."
At this point I made a decision; Stevie seemed like a pretty nice guy. And what did I have to worry about. He had given a blow-job right in front of me. If anything, he should be the one who was embarrassed.
"Okay, yeah, it was pretty intense. I did get kind of turned on. Um, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure, and yes, I am gay."
"Yeah, I figured! No really, I was just wondering about the cum - you, like, swallowed it"
"Mmmmmm," said Stevie with a smile of satisfaction. "I sure did. That's almost my favourite part."
"Isn't it gross?" Now that I had started I wanted to ask a lot more questions.
"Well, it really isn't supposed to taste good, but what do you expect? I mean, it's cum. It comes from you old man's dick. You swallow it because you love him and want to satisfy him. Carl just loves it when I swallow his cum. The first time we were together I made a big deal out of begging for his "man-seed" and could he please shoot his load into my mouth I was so hungry for his sperm. He really flipped for that and I knew I had him then."
"So you love him?"
"Yeah, I do. And that's why I do everything I can to keep him satisfied. If those big balls of his are empty then he isn't going to need to go anywhere else."
It was amazing to hear and talk about this kind of thing. It was really, really cool.
Stevie then got a serious look on his face. "And this is something I wanted to talk to you about Michael. I may be way off base, but I think I can read you a little and we need to talk about man satisfaction."
Okay, now I was worried. "I don't follow?"
"Gary. Do you want him to be your boyfriend?"
I nearly fell over. My boyfriend? What the...? "Uh, Stevie. You're, like, totally wrong if you think that Gary and I would... I mean... that's just... " I ran out of words. My boyfriend? My boyfriend! Gary as my boyfriend. A flush came over my entire body as the words sank into my brain. Gary as my boyfriend. I could feel my heart beginning to pound harder, I knew my face was red, and I was somehow not amazed to feel my cock beginning to grow.
"Does the idea sound good to you? Cause, it kind of looks like it does," said Stevie very seriously.
Without being able to stop myself, I suddenly began sobbing. Stevie was next to me in an instant holding me as I totally girled out. I was just so mixed up. What the hell was happening to me? What did I want anyway? These were exactly the questions I asked Stevie between sobs.
"Nothings wrong with you. You're just finding out that you are a little different, that's all. And it can be so great. Especially when you have a great boyfriend."
"But, what does Gary say about all this? What does he want? Do you think he would want me?"
Stevie laughed at this. "Are you kidding?! He's got it so bad for you it almost makes me jealous. Why do you think Carl and I put on that little show for you yesterday? Do you think we always do that in front of people? Well, actually, we do, but yesterday was different. Gary's a great guy and we wanted to find out what you were into before he got himself hung up on you anymore."
"He's hung up on me!" I asked incredulously.
"Oh, yeah. He wants you bad. The only question is, do you want him?"
I paused only for a brief moment before saying, "Yes."
Stevie hugged me and I hugged him right back. "Welcome to the club sweetie!"
"What club is that?" I asked.
"Why, the 'girlfriend' club of course. Only we do things no real girlfriend will ever do. We make our men feel like men. We do anything to keep them satisfied. Are you ready to start learning?"
I nodded.
"Good. Now, the first thing you need to know is how to suck a cock. That's pretty important. Now take your pants off."
"What?"
"If I'm going to teach you how to suck Gary's cock I'll have to demonstrate won't I. So stop waisting time and get naked."
At this point I was so buzzed on the realisation that I wanted to be Gary's 'girlfriend' that I didn't hesitate.
Stevie looked me up and down and gave his approval. "You're beautiful. I can see what Gary sees in you all right. Smooth skin, long legs, and a sweet little butt. He's going to really enjoy that."
Before I could ask what that meant he engulfed me in his warm mouth. I had never had a blow job before so I just about lost my mind. It was so incredible. Stevie took me deep in his mouth and did something with his tongue that made my toes curl.
"OH God that feels so good! Uhhhhh, Ohhhhh...." I closed my eyes and lost myself in the sensations. It was wonderful and new. Another new feeling was Stevie's fingers probing my ass. I was too caught up to really think about it, until his middle finger found my anus, and pressed it's way in.
I gasped in shock. "What are you doing!"
Stevie stopped sucking me long enough to say, "just shut up and go with it. You'll love it"
I wasn't so sure but I let him continue. His mouth quickly had my cock back at full erection state and I was so turned on by this time that a finger up my ass sounded okay. Until his probing finger found a spot inside me that almost sent me over the edge.
"Uhngggg Mmmmmm!!" I moaned as I began bucking my ass to make the sensation continue. It was too much; Stevie's talented mouth on my cock, and now this new and wonderful feeling in my ass overwhelmed me. I came. Stevie was looking up into my eyes as the cum shot into his mouth and even though he had my spurting cock in his mouth, I could still see a smile of satisfaction around his eyes. It made me want to cum even more. To fill him up with my sperm. The intense pleasure coming from my ass made my orgasm far more intense than any I had ever had before and I blasted shot after shot of cum.
It took several minutes to come down from my orgasmic high, it had been so powerful. All this time Stevie still held my penis in his mouth, gently licking it and savouring the last few drops of my seed.
"Wow! That was incredible! I've never felt anything so good," I finally managed to gasp.
"Mmm, thank you for the compliment. Now, tell me which felt better, the mouth or the finger?"
"I guess kind of both. I never would have thought that anything in my butt would feel like that. It was awesome! But so was your mouth. Wow, the whole thing was just so great! Thank you."
Stevie was still on his knees playing with my cock. It was really sexy to see him there looking up at me, gently kissing and licking my semi-hard cock as if he were worshipping it. "You're welcome. By the way, you have nice tasting cum."
"Really? Neat. It was so hot to watch you swallow it. That was really good."
"I'm glad to hear you say that. Now you know what guys like and you can do just what I did when you want to please your boyfriend."
It sounded scary and very sexy at the same time to hear Stevie say that. "So, you think I should... you know... do that for Gary?"
"It depends. Do you want him to be your boyfriend?"
I knew that I did. I had come to a realisation about myself and my feelings for Gary. I was in love with him and I wanted to have him for myself.
"So if I suck Gary's cock he will want to be my... boyfriend?"
"Gary really likes you a lot, but you won't keep him by just sucking him off."
"Oh. Well, what else do I have to do?"
Stevie smiled wickedly, "did you like the way my finger felt in your ass?"
"Yes."
"Well to keep Gary really satisfied you'll have to let him put more than his finger in you."
I gasped, "you mean, like... let him fuck me? In the ass? Won't that hurt?"
Stevie's smile got even bigger. "At first it does, a bit. But then it feels a hundred times better than a finger. It's really great."
"So you and Carl... He does that to you?"
"Yeah! Like, twice a day. More if I can get it! At first I was a bit sore, but soon you'll be begging him to fuck you."
"You beg Carl to fuck your ass?"
"Oh yeah. And guys really love it when you do that. It makes them feel all manly and tough when a young guy is hot for their cock. Look, Carl may not be the best looking guy out there but he's my guy. In fact he's the best thing that's ever happened to me. He's good to me and makes me feel special. I don't ever want to loose him, so I do everything I can to keep him. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. If you want to have Gary as your boyfriend, you need to keep him happy and satisfied. To do that you need to always keep his balls empty. That means draining them every chance you get. The good news is that, if you're into this sort of thing, it's the best feeling in the world."
You mean, being a guys 'girlfriend.'"
"Not just a girlfriend. There are girls for that. We're special cause we just want to suck and be fucked. And no real girl will ever be able to match that. Plus we swallow. No, wait - we LOVE to swallow and we BEG to be fucked. No woman could ever top that. You interested?"
There was still fear in me telling me to say no, but my re-awakened cock and growing sense of excitement about the world I was learning about made me say, "Yes."
"Good. Now it's your turn to suck. Welcome to professor Stevie's suck school. First thing is to get down on your knees. Guys like it when you're down there all submissive and ready to go."
I found myself kneeling in front of Stevie. Was I really going to suck a man's cock? I knew I was about to go down a road that I couldn't come back from. He dropped his jeans and out sprang a cock about 6 inches long and fairly thick. I didn't know a lot about cocks at that point but I knew that it looked very beautiful. I only got a chance to look at it for a few minutes before Stevie began rubbing it against my cheeks and lips. I was surprised at how warm it felt. I kissed it as it passed in front of my mouth and Stevie must have decided that this was my signal to begin because the next moment I felt his smooth shaft pushing in past my lips.
"Mmmmmmmm" I moaned in pleasure. It was wonderful. So slippery and smooth while also being hard and soft at the same time. I loved the feeling as I began to clumsily but eagerly suck. What had I been missing? This was awesome. I wanted to get all of his cock into my mouth but I quickly discovered my gag reflex. Instead I concentrated on speed and tongue action. This must have pleased Stevie because he then began to talk to me and caress my face and head.
"That's right. What a good little cocksucker you are. You like to suck my cock do you? You like having a man's hard cock in your mouth? Come on my little slut - answer me?"
I looked up into Stevie's eyes and nodded. But that wasn't what he wanted.
"No, I want to hear you say it."
I reluctantly pulled my new favourite toy out of my thrilled mouth and said, "I love sucking your cock. This feels so great I don't ever want to stop." And I immediately went back to work.
I used my hands to fondle his cute little balls while I continued to work my mouth up and down his shaft. My hands then reached around to cup Stevie's sweet little butt and I discovered that I could control the pace and movement much better that way. I was fucking my own mouth with Stevie's cock. This wonderful new experience continued for only a few more minutes before Stevie told me he was going to cum.
I pulled off of him to say, "I want it in my mouth, okay?"
"Oh, yeah. That's fine with me cum-slut"
For some reason being called that turned me on even more. I began sucking even harder and I found myself looking forward to his orgasm. I wanted Stevie's sperm in my mouth. The idea of not taking this sweet gift and drinking it down just seemed wrong to me.
"Oh god! Here it comes!" Stevie's cock twitched and a stream of hot semen jetted out onto the back of my throat. Before I could think to swallow, another one, and then another one followed. I had to swallow just to keep from losing any. I was musky and salty, but I loved it. I felt like I was being rewarded for doing a good job. More cum followed and I swallowed that to. I was getting the hang of this.
"That was pretty good for a beginner," said Stevie after his orgasm was over. I pouted a little. I was expecting a better compliment than that! "Okay," he said noticing my disappointment. "That was very good. But to make it really special now you have to take my cock and smear the last dribble of sperm all over your face."
I quickly did as instructed loving the feeling of having Stevie's love juices on my cheeks and nose and eyelids. I looked up at him with a smile. "Thanks for the lesson. I loved doing that."
"Oh baby," Stevie said with a smile. "The lesson is only just beginning."
End of Part I
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