So apparently I mixed up some names during my writing of the first section that I didn't catch in editing. the main character's name is Bill. I appreciate the e-mails i've gotten regarding this story, glad to know other people enjoy my work. :) anyway, here's part 2.
He moved his hand to my crotch now, grabbing and feeling. It didn't take much to find what he was looking for. He took hold of my dick, stroking it slowly. If I wasn't fully hard before I was now. He undid the button on my pants. His massive fingers reached for my fly, pulling it down and reaching inside. He kneeled down in front of me, playing with my cock slowly. He pulled my jeans down to my feet, leaving me in my boxers in the chair. My cock sat pressed up against my right leg in my underwear, the line of it clearly sticking out. He unbuttoned my boxers and reached his pointer and middle finger into the fly- he couldn't fit a third. He stroked the base of my cock before pulling at it. He slowly pulled it out of my fly, barely getting it to fit out.
And there it was-my dick. A solid 7.5 inches long with a 6 inch girth. Not gigantic but I certainly never had any complaints from anyone who'd seen it. He gripped it firmly, and it almost disappeared in his hand. He stroked it slowly a few times, enjoying it. Finally he leaned over and began to lick the head. This was his form of payment? Well...I didn't want to say no. He sucked on the head and worked his way down until he was engulfing my whole cock in his mouth. Now I'd been deep throated before but this guy seemed like a pro. I never felt the back of his throat, unlike most times I'd been sucked off I gagged the poor guy.
He worked me faster and faster, and I felt the familiar jingle in my balls start up. "I'm getting ready to..." I trailed off. He just kept going. I put my hand on his head and ran my fingers through his hair, I personal turn on of mine. I started thrusting into his mouth as he slurped on my cock. I pounded harder into him and I felt the tingly sensation rise start rising up to my dick. "Almost there," I gasped out as I continued to face fuck him. The tension rose up my dick to the tip and I knew I was going to cum.
"Here it...unnnnhhhhhh!" I let out as I blasted into his mouth. I pressed down on the back of his head as I released. Three, four, five spurts of my juice down his throat. I continued pumping into him until I was finally finished, and I took my hands off of his head. "That was...amazing..." I let out as he stood up. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he swallowed the rest of my cum. That was probably the best head I'd ever had. "So can we work something out?" he said as he sat back down. I myself stood up. "Yeah, we can work something out," I said as I tucked my deflating cock into my boxers. "I mean, that's not good for the whole $500, but I can definitely count it towards that."
I bent down and picked up my jeans from the floor and hiked them up around my waist. My half hard dick protruded over the fly as I pulled them up. I looked at him as I buttoned them up, and his eyes were glued to my projecting rod. I tucked myself into my jeans and zipped them up. "We have a deal?" I asked, again extending my hand for a shake.
"Sure," he said, snapping out of his trance. He stood up and shook my hand, this time looking me in the eye. "Just let me know exactly how you want this to be done." "Ok," I said. "When can you come up to get the car?" I asked. "Whenever you want," he said. "How's Saturday then?" I asked. I glanced down at his crotch. I was trying to see if I could spot his dick. If he was even remotely gay he had to be hard as a rock, and he'd have to be to do something like this. I saw a faint outline go down his one pant leg but nothing too giving. Damnit.
"I'll give you a call and we'll work out the time." I said as I walked him to the front door and out onto the porch. "Ok man, thanks. See you Saturday," he said. That big grin spread across his face, and it turned me on again instantly. He walked back to his car, got in and left.
I thought over the next few days about what kind of a "payment plan" could be worked out. I decided each blowjob was worth $25, so 20 in total, minus the one he'd already given me. I assumed it would be head only, and didn't really consider going any further with him. He did live a little far away but I figured he could always come and visit for a weekend and make a few "payments" over the weekend.
I thought it over and called Ethan and told him my idea and he agreed. I also told him that no one in my family would be home Saturday to ride out with me to drive me home, and I asked if he could take me home after. It was my subtle way of asking for another payment. He agreed, saying his friend was just dropping him off at the notary anyway and then heading home. We met Saturday at the notary and did our thing, and he drove me back to my house.
"So there's no one home at your house?" he asked as we left the place. "Nope, not all day," I said. I looked down at his crotch, looking for some kind of life, but to no avail. "Want me to come in for a little? I have time," he said, not really looking at me but paying attention to the road. "Sure," I said. I seemed a little cold this time, but maybe it was because he was driving in a fairly unfamiliar area. "Ok," he said. I gave him directions to my house from where we were and we made it in about 20 minutes. He pulled into the driveway and we made out way into the house. Again we sat down at the kitchen table with a drink.
"So, where would you like to get down to business?" he asked as he finished his iced tea. I thought for a second. I wasn't sure when anyone would be home but I was sure it wouldn't be for a while. "We'll just go to my room," I said as I finished my drink. I led him up to my room. Here was the moment of truth. I really wanted to do more than get head from him, but I felt like anymore than our business agreement would turn it into something where he didn't owe me. I guess I'd wait and see what he wanted to do. I stood next to the bed. "Well, here we are," I said as I turned to him. Before I could get another word out, he slid his large hands under my shirt and lifted up. I put my arms up and he pulled my shirt off. He leaned over me and began kissing my neck, and at the same time grabbing my already hardening dick.
"Ethan..." I trailed off. I wanted it to remain just head, but I couldn't. He kneeled in front of me again. He worked his way down my chest with his tongue, flickering at my nipples, sucking on them lightly. He undid my pants and pulled them to the floor. My cock was now raging behind my tight boxer briefs, which clung to me tightly already. He played with my cock behind its fabric curtain as he focused on my navel. My ass ached for his cock now but I didn't want to ask him for it.
He pulled my underwear down with one quick tug, and my rock hard dick sprung from its prison. He pushed me towards the bed. Stepping out of my pants I followed his lead, and sat down on the edge. He put his hand on my chest and nudged me backwards so that I was now lying on the bed with my feet off the side and on the floor. He wasted no time on my cock. Taking the base in his big hands, he dove down on the head and quickly the whole thing disappeared in his mouth. He quickly picked up pace and I could feel myself ready to explode already. "Slow down," I whispered in between gasps of pleasure. He slowed his pace slightly but continued taking all of me in. after only a few minutes I could feel myself ready to burst.
The tingles started up my cock again. "Here it comes," I moaned out. He placed his hand under my butt, grazing around my hole lightly before withdrawing. I don't know if he changed his mind or what, but I longed for him to do it. I placed my hand on the back of his head again and held him down, his lips around the very base of my cock. I thrusted into him one last time until I began spurting down his throat, coming in his mouth in waves. When I was finally done done I took my hand off the back of his head and he lifted off of me.
"Once, again...amazing," I let out between sighs as I propped myself up on my elbows on the bed. Ethan sat back on the floor on his knees, still trying to down my cum. "It wasn't that much," I said, a smile spreading across my face. "It was enough," he managed out, that infectious smile across his face again. I stood up, my slowly deflating cock hanging over my balls. I ran my hand over my short, neatly trimmed pubic air. I looked at Ethan, whose eyes were glued to my cock. "Now I caught you looking," I said with a small laugh. His gaze broke, this time looking me in the eye. "When can you come up next?" I asked. I walked over towards him for my clothes which were next to him. My cock was now at his face level, and he was glued to it again.
"Like it that much?" I asked as I picked up my underwear and slid into them. I searched the crotch of his jeans for any sign of a raging hard on but got nothing. "Just admiring my job," he said. He stood up. I finally saw something of an erection on him, I think. He couldn't be small, could he? Wow that was shallow. Not that it mattered because I wouldn't be handling his dick. "I have to go," he said. He stepped towards me, grabbing my junk and stroking it once or twice. "Ok," I said. "I'll talk to you later for further arrangements?" I said. "Yeah." He paused for a second, like there was something else he wanted to do. He grazed my crotch one last time before turning and leaving. Little did I know this was the last time his payments would be anything but or this simple.