Local Service by Derek W omksc@yahoo.com
Part 6
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I woke up late the next day. Monday morning, and I had a big project to finish before an important client meeting on Tuesday. I woke with my usual morning hardon, which I absentmindedly rubbed while I reflected on the events of the weekend. In the past two days, I had given four blow jobs to three different guys. Swallowed two big loads of cum, and had two other loads dry on my face. I started remembering Chad's hard cock slapping against my face, but found my thoughts drifting to Dave's hunky body instead. That smooth, caramel skin and perfectly muscled chest and thick, long cock that hung off him so nicely. And that magnificent bicep, a perfectly curved line of muscular power. My cock jumped a bit as I imagined putting my face up to his arm and licking his bicep, while his hand went to the back of my neck.
I looked over at the clock - 9:45 already. "Fuck," I muttered. No time for this now.
I wolfed down a quick breakfast, hopped in the shower, and headed out to work. I settled in at my usual coffee shop, the place I would go when I needed work done and none of the distractions of my apartment. By the time I got there it was after 11:00, and so the morning crowd was gone and the place was mostly empty. Only one other table was occupied, so I took my spot at a medium sized round table, spread out my laptop and papers and began to work.
I'd been working for a solid hour or so when I felt the presence of someone approaching. The coffee shop was still deserted, so I was surprised when someone sat down opposite me at my table. Annoyed, I looked up to ask why whoever it was didn't get their own table.
A vaguely familiar face was staring at me. He was Asian, with longish, straight hair, a very handsome and masculine face, and a pair of strong shoulders visible in his tank top. "Remember me?" he said with a smile.
It took just a second, and then I did. The guy who'd been sitting next to me a few weeks earlier when Chad called and my phone displayed a photo of his cock, and then Chad made me practically beg to suck him off over the phone while this guy listened.
I didn't say anything for a minute, and he leaned forward and lowered his voice. "Cuz I remember you, cocksucker."
I gulped and started to blush. I looked around nervously but no one was close enough to hear. "I remember you."
He chuckled. "When I saw you here, you were begging some guy to let you blow him. And then you ran out of here. Did you go suck him off?" I nodded. "And have you sucked him again since that day?"
"Oh, yeah," I said.
"What, like lots of times?" I nodded again. "He just calls you and go over and blow him?"
"Well, mostly he texts me."
The guy burst out laughing at this, though I'm not sure why it was so funny. "Are you a good cocksucker?" I kind of shrugged, and he grimaced. "Because I wouldn't mind a good blow job right now, but if you're not very good, then I won't waste my time."
It seemed impossible to believe that another hot jock, sitting four feet away from me, was offering to let me suck his cock. "I'm pretty good."
"Only pretty good? Then forget it." He pushed his chair back and stood.
"No, please, wait," I said. Now that I saw him standing I got an even better look at his trim, muscular frame. He was just the type I love to service. "I'm really good. I'll give you head like you won't forget. I'll suck your dick all the way down my throat, you can fuck my face as hard as you like."
He smiled. "Now you're talking, cocksucker. You live nearby?" I nodded. "Then let's go."
What the fuck? Was I really about to take this guy home so I could blow him? I looked him up and down. He was extremely handsome and sturdily built. I could tell from the tanktop he was wearing that he had nice arms and shoulders, and his pecs filled out his shirt nicely. He wore a decorated leather cuff on one wrist that accentuated the muscles of his forearm. His body tapered to a trim waist, and he was wearing a pair of faded jeans with a thick leather belt that was too long, its end dangling several inches rather than tucked into the belt loops. His feet were partially visible in his dark brown sandals, I could just see the tops of his perfect-looking toes. I knew that I would not be able to resist the lure of sucking off such an incredible stud. I started to gather up my papers, organizing them into various piles before putting them into my bag.
He stood for a just a few seconds watching me, and then leaned over and shut my laptop. He started grabbing my papers and just throwing them together. "I don't have all day, cocksucker."
The ten-block walk back to my apartment was exciting and awkward. At one point I asked him his name, and he told me it was Joe. "Derek," I said in response, and he just kind of grunted. We entered the elevator of my building, where a middle-aged guy was already waiting. Joe positioned himself just behind the other guy, leaving me to stand right next to the guy in the small space. I looked over at Joe, and he started to rub his stomach just above his waist. Slowing and seductively moving his hand back and forth across his flat midsection, pulling up the material of his shirt to expose his body a little. I stared at him helplessly. The middle-aged guy couldn't help but notice me stare, and at one point he swiveled his head slightly to look back at Joe, who dropped his hand before he could be detected. The other guy got off the floor under mine, and before the doors closed fully Joe said to me, "Does looking at me make your dick hard, cocksucker?"
I looked into the hallway where the guy was still just in view, turning to face us as the doors slid closed. I looked back at Joe who was grinning at me. "Yes," I said, which was of course the truth.
As soon as we were inside my apartment, Joe peeled off his shirt. I stood in awe of his amazing chest. Rock-hard pecs, surprisingly small nipples, smooth everywhere and a perfectly flat stomach. "Can I touch it?" I asked, practically panting.
"Sure, go ahead," he said.
I placed a hand flat against his left pec. Then rubbed all around and reached out my other hand to feel his stomach and abs. I was mesmerized by how amazing his upper body was. And the fact that he was letting me feel it, which of course Chad never did. "You like my body?" he asked.
I looked into his eyes. "God yeah. You have an incredible body."
He smiled. I just kept fondling his torso all over, rubbing both hands across his pecs and his stomach, staring at his beautiful slab of a chest. "You like to feel my body like that?" he asked.
"Yeah," I muttered totally focused on his beautiful skin. I leaned my head towards his pecs, looked up at him right before I reached them. "Can I lick your body?"
He laughed at me and shook his head. "Is that what you want? To lick my body?" I nodded. "Tell you what, I'll let you do that, if you promise to take my cock the way I like it. And I like to fuck. Hard and deep. So that means once you put my cock in your mouth, I will fuck that hole in your face the way I want until I'm done with it, and you'll take it. Understood? Agreed?"
"Yes," I said, my mouth watering.
"I mean it, cocksucker. If I let you enjoy my body, then you fucking better be able to take the kind of face-fuck I like to give. Do you promise you will?"
"Yes," I repeated. When he didn't say anything for a moment, I leaned my head all the way in and took his nipple between my lips, while my hands felt along his pecs and stomach. I sucked on his nipple and rubbed his pecs. My tongue moved along the ridge of his pecs to the other nipple, which I savored some more. After a minute on his chest, I slid my tongue up his pecs to his shoulder, along the rim of his underarm and then licked his firm bicep. He lifted his arm and flexed a little while I licked his bicep and felt his arm all over. It was heaven. He had beautifully smooth skin and perfectly sized muscles. I pulled my head off him for a second to look up at him; he was staring at me with a bemused expression on his face. "You like that, huh?"
"Fuck, yeah," I said. "Your bod is amazing."
He let me continue to worship his torso with hands and mouth for a few more minutes and then rather suddenly he put one hand on the back of my neck and the other on the top of my head and began to push me down. "K, that's enough. Time for you to blow me." I dropped to my knees before him, my face level with his jeans-covered crotch. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down only slightly, exposing his semi-hard dick. It was medium-sized, with not a lot of pubic hair. Looked very inviting to me, and I moved in quickly to take his cock in my mouth.
I started to suck him nice and slow, just moving part of his cock in and out of my mouth, feeling it get harder. He clasped his hands behind his head and looked down at me as I slaved away on his cock. He was grinning at me. "You like that dick?" I nodded as I kept sucking him. After a few minutes his cock got fully hard. It was pretty good sized, probably seven inches or so and medium thick. I leaned my head away for a minute to take in the full sight of this stud standing before me. His handsome face, perfectly smooth chest, well-muscled arms, defined abs, and that beautiful piece, dangling off a chiseled body. He reached down and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulled me in, and slapped his dick against my face a few times. Then he plunged it in. "Suck my cock, bitch."
I started sucking him. And he started to fuck my face for real. He had two big, low-hanging balls that swung back and forth as he pounded my face. "You like that dick?" he said again, and I moaned in response, unable to speak. He grabbed my head hard and pushed me down, saying "then deep throat it." He forced it all the way into my throat and held me down. I knelt there, his cock stuffed in my throat, waiting for him to release me. I started to gag a little and he let me up.
He pulled his cock all the way out and rested it on my face. I looked up at him. "You want me to fuck your face, bitch?" I nodded, looking at him and licking the bottom of his penis where his dick met his balls. "You gonna take it like a good cocksucker?" I nodded again, licking desperately. "Then get ready, cuz here it comes." He took his cock in his big strong hand and beat me in the face with it a few times. It left a big long strand of precum across my eyes and nose. Then he pushed it in and started.
It was steady but slow at first, him fucking my face regular but manageable. I loved the feeling of his cock plunging in and out of my mouth as I licked and sucked at it. Then he started to pick up the pace. The loose end of his belt started flapping around, hitting me in the side of the head every time he would plunge his dick down my throat. I reached up to move it out of the way, and he slapped my hand away. So I just knelt there and took it, his cock spearing my throat and his belt hitting me in the face. He started to move unbelievably fast, fucking with crazy power and speed and I couldn't take it, started sputtering all over and had to finally push him away.
"What the fuck?" he said, dick-slapping me with his wet cock. "You said you were gonna take it, faggot."
"I'm sorry, it's just..."
"Shut the fuck up. Your mouth is gonna be my pussy, understand?" Two more firm slaps to the face with his cock. "Where's the bedroom?" I pointed and he kicked me in that direction, so I stood and we walked in. "Get on the bed with your head over the edge," he said. I did as instructed. He positioned himself so that his big dick was pointing at my face. "Now you better take it bitch, for as long as I want to fuck your fag face."
He leaned over and placed one hand on my chest, and started to push his dick forward. It slid all the way into my throat pretty easily. By now I was quite skilled at taking a cock all the way into my throat, but this new position made it even a little easier. He started to fuck. I loved the feeling of his strong hand planted between my own pecs, and the weight of his body pushing down on mine as he plowed my mouth. Again he built up to a really fast speed, and maintained a ferocious power. He really was fucking my mouth like it was a pussy. I just concentrated on letting his dick fuck me, trying not to cough or let my teeth touch him, as he pounded me over and over. I was almost starting to feel dizzy, and at one point I started to reach towards him, but he grabbed my wrists and pushed them firmly down onto the bed and held me down, without ever breaking stride.
This went on for quite a few minutes. It was hard to tell how long I was used. From time to time he would say something like "take that cock, bitch" or "fuck yeah" or "swallow it, cocksucker" or "you love that dick, don't you faggot?" but I couldn't even try to respond. I could feel him starting to get close as his breathing became kind of ragged. Then he pulled his dick out and planted his big nuts on my face. "Suck my balls, bitch," he said as he began to jerk. I licked and sucked at both of his big balls and then he jerked himself off with a loud grunt. I couldn't see him cumming with his balls and crotch covering up my face, but it felt like his cum was spraying everywhere. I felt drops hit my chin and my neck. I kept licking his balls as he came down from his orgasm, some of his cum dripped down the side of his cock and onto my lips.
Then he stepped back a little, and I moved myself around and sat on the bed looking at him. His beautiful chest was glistening with a light sheen of sweat. He still had his cock in his hand, and gobs of cum were collected around the tip and across his fingers. Suddenly he released his cock and flicked his hand toward my face, and the cum on his hand flew off and all across my face, neck, and shirt. He wiped the rest off in my hair. There was still quite a bit of cum on the sides of his dick, and I looked at it and then up at him. "Clean it off, bitch," he said. I leaned over and licked it all off.
He dug into his jeans and pulled out his cell. "What's your number?" I told him, and asked for his. "You don't need my number. If this is ever gonna happen again, it'll be because I decide to fuck your face." He turned and walked out. I wiped some of the cum off myself so I wouldn't drip everywhere and by the time I was back in the living room, his jeans were buckled, his shirt was back on, and he was ready to go.
"Um, I--," I started to say something but no words came.
"Yeah, what?" he had one hand on the doorknob and was staring at me. He just looked so unbelievably sexy in that stance. And he was so good-looking that it was almost hard to look at him.
"You going?"
"Yeah, I'm done. See ya around, maybe." And then he was gone, just like that.
I ended up working the rest of that day and into the night for a client meeting I had the following day. Which went reasonably well, considering that the new assistant my client had was another Asian hottie with a well-built body evident even under dress clothes and so it was hard not to be thinking about the stud that had so mercilessly fucked my face the previous day. By late afternoon I was exhausted and ready to go home and collapse. I entered the elevator in my building and practically slumped against the wall. Just before the doors slid closed, Chad walked in.
"Hey, faggot!" he said cheerfully. He reached for the floor panel but then pulled his arm back. "I think I'll get off on your floor," he said, smiling mischievously. He reached over and flicked my tie up at my face. "Why are you all dressed up?"
"Had a meeting with a client," I said.
"Yeah? Go okay?"
"I guess. This client is kind of hard to read. I never know what he likes."
"Huh. Well, he should just tell you exactly what he wants you to do. You know, like I do. Then he's guaranteed to get what he wants, since you're such an obedient little bitch." At my apartment door he hovered behind me while I unlocked the door. As soon as we were inside he clamped his hands on my shoulders and forced me down. My knees hit the tile of my apartment entryway. He had on a pair of baggy board shorts and flip flops. I leaned my face into his crotch, but he grabbed my hair and yanked me away hard.
It hurt a little and I cried out, "Ow!"
He bent towards me and spat in my face. "Shut up, you little pussy." He kind of threw my head down and lifted his foot up, pushing his flip-flop against my head and kicking me down onto the floor. "I want my feet licked before you get at my cock, bitch." So now I was lying on the floor, and he stepped on my face.
Chad kicked off his flip-flops and I started to worship his feet. Despite saying he wanted them licked, I had a hard time doing that because he was mostly rubbing his feet all across my face and hair, or using them to push my face into the floor. From time to time he would pull his feet off me so that he had a clear path as he hocked a big wad of spit at me. Most of the time it would land in my face or on my hair or neck. Once he spit on his foot by mistake, which he immediately made me rectify by holding his foot out in front of me and demanding I lick the spit off it.
When he tired of this he ordered me up onto his knees. His dick was already out and hard as a rock. I started licking it worshipfully, looking up at that handsome face. He was wearing a loose pale gray T-shirt but his upper body still looked great and I loved gazing on it as I licked his rod. "Ready to get face-fucked, bitch?"
"Yes, please"
He slipped his cock into my mouth and placed a hand on the top of my head. He didn't lead up to it, but just started fucking my mouth hard. You would think after the incredible face fuck I'd had the day before I could take it easily, but I coughed and sputtered, and when he pushed my head down and held me tight I started to gag and choke so I reached up and pushed him back.
Chad took several steps back and glared at me. "Stand up," he ordered. I did. "Take off your belt and that tie."
"Why? What--"
"Shut up, faggot."
I undid my belt and handed it to him. Then I unknotted my tied and pulled it off. He grabbed it from me. "Turn around." I slowly turned away from him. "Put your hands behind your back." I hesitated for a second, swiveled my head to look at him. "I have told you so many times not to touch me, fagboy, and I don't want to have to tell you again." I put both hands behind my back and Chad grabbed my wrists. He tied my hands tightly with the tie. I pulled on them to see if I could get free but there was no way.
Chad grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. He was grinning wickedly. "You are such a stupid faggot," he said and pushed me down. I fell in a heap on the floor, and Chad sat on my back and used my belt to tie my feet together. I lay on the floor, hands and feet tied, as it slowly dawned on me that I had just given him a completely new level of control, and I felt a twinge of apprehension about how he might use it.
Chad moved me so I was lying on my back and then he sat on my chest and stared down at me. His cock had gone half-soft during this time, and he plopped it onto my face. My cock, on the other hand, was unbelievably rock hard. "I suppose I should have done this a while ago," he said as he started slapping my face with his dick. "Then I wouldn't have had to deal with your bullshit where you resist getting your faggot face fucked." He jerked his cock, banging it against my face, rubbing it across my lips. He kept this up for a while until he was fully hard again. "Open," he said. I opened wide. "Tongue out." I stuck out my tongue and he rested the head of his cock on my tongue.
I licked his cock all over for a bit while he stared down at me. I was uncomfortable lying with my arms tied underneath me and Chad's weight pushing down on my chest. I tried to pull my arms or legs free, and the feeling of the restraints and my inability to get out made my dick get harder. "Get my dick nice and wet," Chad said as I licked him. He was smirking at me, I couldn't stop myself from looking up into that gorgeous face while I slobbered on his cock. "Here, let me help," he said and then hocked a big wad of spit at me. It landed across his cock and my mouth. "I want it really wet," he said, laughing, and then spit on my face another dozen times or so. He wasn't really helping, because most of the time his spit wouldn't land anywhere near his cock, but instead across my cheek or on my forehead or in my hair. Chad just kept laughing and laughing the whole time.
Then the time had come for Chad to get that deep throat blow job he wanted. He pushed his cock in my mouth and began to fuck. He fucked my face hard and deep, thrusting over and over. I couldn't move from under him, working hard to not gag or choke on that big dick invading my mouth and throat. A few times I felt this overwhelming need to get his cock out of my throat, and I tried in vain to pull my hands free so I couldn't push him off me but of course I couldn't. I sensed he could tell this was happening by the way my body would writhe underneath him, which made him laugh and push down harder, and for some strange reason made my own cock really jump.
When it seemed like he might be getting close he pulled his dick out and began to jerk it ever so slowly. He left the tip resting against my lips and nose as he jerked it. "You want this cum?"
"Uh huh."
"Beg for it, faggot."
"Please let me have your cum," I said and stared up at him.
"Christ, bitch, you call that begging? I wanna hear you really beg for it, or I'll just walk on out of here. Where do you want it? Make me believe how much you want this cum."
"Please, Chad, please don't leave. I need your cum so bad. You're an unbelievable stud, and I think about your dick and your cum all day long. If you would please just let me see you cum, let me feel your cum on me I would be so happy."
He kept jerking his cock nice and slow. The whole length of it now stretched across my face, as I looked up at him. "Where do you want it?"
"On my face, please cum on my face. I love it when you shoot your load all over my face. Nothing in the world makes me happier than getting a load of your cum on my face." His had was rubbing against my face as he jerked himself. I think we was getting closer. "If you cum on my face, I will leave it there until it dries, and keep it on my face all night long. Just for the privilege of wearing your cum load for as long as possible. It would make me feel like I'm the luckiest cocksucker on earth. Because your cum is amazing, and because you're such an incredible stud, you know you can cover my face with your cum whenever you want." He was starting to breathe heavier now, and look away from me as he got lost in his approaching orgasm. "Oh yeah, stud, come on. Please shoot all over my face."
All of a sudden Chad shifted position and plunged his dick into my mouth. He grabbed my head and gave a great shout as he pushed himself against my face. His cock buried deep in my mouth, he let loose. I couldn't even taste the cum, it just shot straight down my throat. He kept me tight against his body until he was done unloading, and then pulled part of the way out, but still left his cock in my mouth while he regained his composure. He sat on me for a couple of minutes, just relaxing as his cock started to soften, looking down at me and smirking. I could taste a little bit of the lingering cum on the head of his dick, until eventually he withdrew his cock, wiped his hand on my shirt, and stood up.
I looked down at him from where I lay on the floor at his feet. His dick was hanging out, half-hard and softening. "I guess I'm done with you bitch. You can stop begging now. Did you get what you wanted?"
"Well...." I said, a little dejectedly.
"What?"
"I thought you were gonna cum on my face. That's what I really wanted."
Chad took a step back and stared down at me. "Excuse me? Are you complaining about how I chose to cum?"
"Uh, no--"
"Because that sure as hell sounded like a complaint. And I don't want to hear my faggot complain about anything, or he can forget about ever getting another taste of this dick."
"No, I--"
"Shut up when I'm talking. I am the one who decides if, when, and where I will cum. Every time." He was standing over me, kind of glaring and shaking his head. "So you wanted me to cum on your face, huh? Little fag likes it when I unload my precious fluid on his face. Okay, bitch, how 'bout this then..." Chad said, and then began to piss on me. I was taken completely by surprise, and the stream hit me straight on in the face, across my cheek and nose.
"What the--" I started to say, but then his piss dripped inside my mouth so I closed it right away. I started to scramble to get out of the way of it, and then Chad placed his foot against my neck and held me down, my face pushed sideways against the floor. With my hands and feet tied I couldn't get free. Chad kept me down like that as he pissed all across the side of my face and in my hair. I closed my eyes to keep the stream from getting in my eyes and just took it. It had only a very faint odor of piss, not strong at all. His piss ran all along the side of my face, across my nose, mouth, cheeks, chin.
When he was done he lifted his foot off my neck and I opened my eyes and rolled around on my back again. He was standing with his foot out. "Got some piss on my foot," he said, and then began to shake it so that the drops showered me, again mostly in the face. It was still wet, so he wiped the bottom of it against my chest, drying it on my shirt. Then he dried the top of his foot against my side, and applied pressure to roll me over. This put my face into the pool of his piss on the floor. I tried to lift my head up but he sat on my back and pushed my face down into the piss collected on the floor. He rubbed my face into the pool of piss, back and forth over and over until my whole face was wet with his piss. Then I felt him reach for the tie binding my hands together and I was released.
He stood up, put on his flip flops. I rolled back over and got up into a sitting position, my legs still tied. "Your face is nice and wet now, isn't it bitch? Just like you wanted. You can let it dry like that, just like you begged for." He started laughing really hard. "Later, faggot."
And then he was gone.