Chapter Three: Helmets and Balls
The door slammed, my heart was racing.
"So now your chores are done, what do you usually do now for the next few hours until it's home time"
He was staring right at me, I was usually so terrible with eye contact but right now it felt right.
"Dunno, usually wander about, sketching. Taking pictures, doing what I want"
"Do you enjoy it?"
"Yeah"
"Well I feel like you owe me a thanks for all the time I've saved you, so you can get on with what you want to do."
I didn't need another hint, I'd already moved closer to him. All this time almost going there with all those men, talking about it, fantasising about it there wasn't a moment of hesitation, just nervous excitement.
As soon as I was close to him his big hulking frame became even more impressive (at least for someone my size), as soon as I was almost touching him, in his shadow it made me feel so delicate and helpless, that all I could do now was satisfy his needs, I had no choice in the matter but do whatever he wanted from me, to submit. No backing out now. My heart was pounding, my mouth was filling with saliva. My hand immediately worked its way down from his shirt over his belt and to his crotch where I felt his dick through his whites already beginning to stiffen.
I went on my tiptoes and planted a single, deep kiss on his lips and felt the stubble rub against my smooth chin. While my lips were still on his I started caressing his helmet through his trousers and working my hand slowly up and down the shaft. He was hard, now the fun can begin. He looked down at me as I moved my hands to undo his belt buckle and my excitement was palpable and blatantly obvious, I let out a half giggle.
"Is this how I can thank you?" I said looking up at him.
"Why don't you find out"
As soon as the belt was unfastened I slowly worked his whites down and I started to crouched down in line with them. To my surprise his pants got caught for a moment, they held his long shaft in place for a second or two until it got just a little lower and as soon as it was passed the helmet it flicked up so aggressively it almost hit me in the face! I recoiled out of instinct and we both let out a laugh.
I had to take a second because there it was, his huge throbbing hard cock, pointed straight at my mouth. I'd never seen one at that angle before (obviously) it was such a surreal, beautiful image I took a second to admire it before clasping my gentle hand around it to make sure it was real. He was uncircumcised and his purple red helmet was mostly sticking out of his foreskin, staring at me with purpose. He had a long thick vein down the middle of it and it was nestled in a bush of very light brown hair. And finally his balls, god his balls. Below his thick cock (which must have been about 8 inches from my first guess) were huge, long red wrinkly balls peppered with long pubes. They dangled low and looked heavy, full of cum I thought.
I was in a daze, I'd never been this close to a dick before let alone one of a man almost three times my age. The faint smell of cock got my mouth watering again. I was instinctively on my knees at this point, looking up at him passed his throbbing cock, and him looking down at me. He had a stern, pointed look.
"Well boy, put that pretty little mouth around my cock."
Gone was the friendly older man, I guess he was in a breeding mindset now, like a switch had been flicked and there was no turning back until he had filled me with cum in one of my holes.
The instruction sent me over the edge, no turning back, the feeling of control and choice being taken away was what I sought after. I gave quick gentle kisses along the shaft up and up and finally I was kissing his eye while my hand wrapped around the base of his member.
I remember the heat, how hard and warm it was and yet inviting and loveable. It was mean and focused on me, just like him. When I pulled my mouth away from the soft kiss on the tip of his dick a small trail of pre cum was connected to my lips. I licked the salty liquid and did what I was told to do.
I pushed my soft lips over his hard helmet and heard him inhale sharply. Now all of my training with the dildo should come in handy. I moved my lips up and down over the ridge of his helmet, sucking deep and long whilst moving my hand up and down, and trying not to break eye contact.
I felt his big meaty hand move over the back of my head and push forwards making me gag on his cock, I felt it hit the back of my throat and he held me there for a few seconds, when I was released I was teary eyed but in a daze. I heard of girls being `cock drunk' before and now I knew how it felt, as soon as it was out of my mouth I just needed it back in again, no matter how uncomfortable it became.
Now I was going through the motions, I was spitting on it, sucking quicker and deeper, moving my head in different angles so his cock felt the inside of my cheek, the back of my throat and roof of my mouth. After grabbing my hair and shoving into the back of my throat again he pulled it out and slapped my face with it while I held out my tongue just waiting for my mouth to be fucked again.
But instead he pressed my head down towards his balls which I eagerly licked and sucked until they were dripping with my spit.
That seemed to get him on the edge and I brought my mouth back to his cock to suck with all my life while I fondled his balls.
His breathing started to quicken and he started moving my head in deep rhythmic motion. It was a whirlwind and I was so dazed and flustered I was barely ready for him to cum.
He then held my head with both hands in place with his cock half way into my mouth when suddenly I felt it start to pulse and twitch and along with a long pained sigh I felt the cum coat my tongue. Fuck it was hot, the warm goo was coating the inside of my mouth with rhythmic squirts from his pulsing dick, over and over. It seemed like a lot and my mouth was filling up so I swallowed it immediately. A few final dribbles came out of his dick and coated my lips as he pulled out which I lapped up. Again, I was totally prepared for the taste to be awful, I was in the mindset that maybe I could just put up with it to please the guys I was with. To my surprise it didn't taste bad at all, I actually didn't mind it.
That was it, my first blow job. I was officially a faggot now no doubt about it, that was incredible, I'll never want to stop doing that. I'd had my first taste.
I looked up at him eagerly in anticipation waiting for attention and compliments when he looked down at me and cupped my chin.
"You're a good little whore aren't you?"
I went red and smiled, I don't know what I expected but that was probably right because it's certainly what I wanted to be. I just nodded.