I can't even remember why I came here. Was it just a magnetic attraction to the sweaty, testosterone-fueled male specimens? Did someone contact me on grindr and tell me to come here? I've never even been with a guy before. Just porn and toys before today. Maybe I was just looking for a friend...
In any case, here I am. It smells like cock, and my own little prick is rock hard, five straight inches of pure carbon steel trying to rip right out of my white jockstrap and through my cut-off jean shorts. The thin fabric of my tank top keeps sliding against my nipples, too. I'm almost completely lost in hormonal attraction. I need to be taken, owned, and fucked. Hard.
"You look like a lost little lamb, boy. Need Daddy to take care of you?" His voice is firm, but not too rough. Just like the grip of his strong hand on my shoulder. I turn around to face the stranger, trying to make out his features in the dim lighting. He's wearing only a towel, and I only get a moment to glance at the hunger in his eyes before I follow a trail of dark hair down his chest.
I gulp and moisten my lips. "I, uh, was just going to look around some more," I try to lie, but he sees right through me. He knows exactly what I'm thinking: What does he taste like?
"No need, boy. I have a nice clean room for you to collect yourself right over here." He doesn't wait for an answer, and I'm like a deer in the headlights, unable to speak. Both of his strong hands now grasp my shoulders, and he turns me around, pushing me in front of him toward his room. As we enter, his bare chest collides with my back, and a little gasp of delight escapes my lips. He lets his hands slide down my body, tweaking my nipples one at a time through my clothing. I moan and bite my lower lip.
"On your knees, boy," he commands. He's not rude, just stating the next step. I gaze dreamily into his piercing blue eyes as I oblige, lifting my shirt off and using it as a kneepad so I can assume the submissive position before my Master. I finally place my palms against his firm pecs and slide down, tracing his abs, circling his navel, and stopping at the top of his towel.
"May I?" I don't know what's come over me, but his commanding gaze makes me ask permission.
"Go ahead, you can take it out."
My eyes light up and I eagerly grasp the soft cloth, untangling it from itself and freeing his glorious package. It's perfect, cut and hanging perhaps six inches between his muscular thighs, with a drool of precum already hanging from the tip. But it's not even fully hard yet. I need to fix that.
Letting my eyes close, I bury my nose in the carefully-trimmed triangle of black pubic hairs that frames my Master's cock. He smells like dominance and power, and I need to drink him in. I kiss over and over, circling down to find his ballsack radiating heat. Each orb is calling to me, commanding me to give it pleasure. I oblige, opening my mouth and taking one hefty egg into my little lips. It's difficult to surround it without catching him on my teeth, but I just barely manage. He rests one hand on my head encouragingly, grunting soft nothings from so far above me. I twirl my tongue around his left ball another two times, then methodically exchange it for his right one. In the meantime, his cock is now throbbing to seven inches, searing hot and dripping precum against my cheek. It's rod-straight, and I swear I can almost hear his heartbeat as his cockhead rises to grind against my ear.
"Enough teasing, boy. You have a job to do."
"Yes, Sir," I meekly agree, gliding my tongue up the underside of his cock until I reach the little rubber-band of skin that connects his shaft to his cockhead. It's already so wet with his clear fluid, sweet and salty and slippery. I kiss his piss-slit, then with my lips firmly locked to his swollen glans I apply suction with my cheeks. His cockhead immediately plops in to fill my mouth, and with an appreciative groan he throbs out another pearl of precum directly onto my waiting tongue.
"Mmhmm," I moan for him, nodding slightly to let him know I'm willing to let him take control. I've almost completely lost my sense of self now, focused entirely on giving pleasure to this stallion of a man.
He smiles down at me, stroking my ears affectionately. "You sure you want this, boy?"
I bob my neck forward, sliding his cock another two inches into my stretched-wide mouth, before pulling back off to catch a breath. "Please... I need it," I gasp, more for the intensity of my desire than for any real lack of air just yet.
"Good boy. Hold on to Daddy's legs, OK?"
I draw in a deep breath just before he pulls my head forward, impaling my entire mouth on his shaft. I grip his thighs firmly, not pushing him away, but he can tell there's going to be some difficulty entering the tight barrier of my throat.
"Oh, fuck yes, boy... you ready for Daddy to take your throat-cherry?" He doesn't let up on the pressure, and I can feel every pulse of his cockhead as it tries to slide into my esophagus. "Hrg." I try to make a swallowing motion, and for a moment it almost feels like he's about to pass the point of no return. But then my muscles spasm shut, pushing him back out onto my tongue again.
"Just a little bit more..." His legs are trembling slightly under my touch, not from any strain or lack of strength, but because his loins are so eager to plough through the virgin territory of my throat. One more time I try to help him along, swallowing at his thick rod like I'm starving.
He pops through.
Tears immediately well up in my eyes, and the sharp pain in my throat makes me reflexively try to push him away.
"Shh..." he holds me still, not pushing forward but also not letting me remove myself from his member.
It feels like an eternity here, but it must be only a couple seconds. He lets my head go, and I pull completely off his cock to breathe for a moment. From the glistening of my saliva on his shaft, I've still got another three inches of his manmeat to go.
He listens until he hears me fill my lungs again, then with a guiding hand pushes me onto his cock again. This time my throat is learning to take it, opening reluctantly but surely to his probing rod. Two more inches. I hold my body steady at this point, then pull mouth back off for another breather.
"Fuck yeah, boy, throat my cock." It fills me with pride to know I'm giving him so much pleasure like this, and I steel my resolve to go even deeper. His cock slowly glides into its now-familiar position, and with a grunt of masculinity my Master suddenly thrusts himself the rest of the way home. My nose presses up hard against his pubic bone, and his balls are churning against my chin. I flail my hands around for a moment, but manage to control myself. A few spasms of my throat muscles try to reject him, but I quiet them. He's inside. All the way inside my throat.
The overflowing sense of accomplishment is much more powerful than any fleeting pain my muscles might be feeling. He flexes his muscles, and I feel the entire length of his shaft push hard against my tight mouth-tunnel. He runs his hands down my head, stroking my earlobes before feeling how my throat bulges out for him. I look up at his face and show him my pure ecstasy of being trained to take such a beautiful cock.
Now the real fun begins. I stabilize my body against his legs, and he begins to draw himself back out. Steadily he slides until his cockhead just barely pops out of my throat, letting me quickly suck in some fresh air, then he drives his way home again. Slowly at first, then gradually increasing in speed and intensity. I can feel every vein on his cock begin to pulse on his in-thrust, and there's a near-endless stream of precum lubricating every hidden crevice of my mouth.
It's at this point that I realize that the reason it doesn't hurt is because it actually feels good. I mean, like my lips are tingling with desire, my tongue is almost orgasmic every time he shoves his tool firmly into my skull. I don't even remember a time when touching my own dick felt this good. I don't know how, but I get the feeling that if he were to cum in my mouth now, I'd have some kind of sympathetic mouth-cunt orgasm at the same time. Lord knows my saliva glands are oozing overtime like some kind of kinky pussy.
I start to give him subtle variations to his manly thrusts, tilting my head left and then right so my throat's opening swirls around his cockhead as it plunges deep. He groans his appreciation and starts to increase the pace. I need his cum. I need to taste it, feel it shoot into me...
Like an animal in heat, I'm wild with lust now, timing my breaths perfectly so he can adjust his pace however he wants. He's taking shallow breaths now, and I can't feel his balls slapping on my chin anymore. They must be pulled up tight against his body, so swollen with seed and ready to shoot. I whimper my eagerness in between his erratic pulses, and feel the rocketship begin to ignite inside my mouth.
As if his cock isn't already thick enough, I feel it swell what seems to be another quarter-inch in diameter, stretching my lips to their limit and making my eyes flutter with pleasure. He takes a few long pistoning pumps, then slams my head into his crotch, grunting loudly as he shoots the first one, two three, four, God, five solid jets of searing hot cream directly into my belly. I'm lost with him, lost in this inexplicable submissive tongue-orgasm that I'm having, lost to the controlling pleasure of his perfect rod. He pulls backwards now, letting the next few squirts land on my tongue. How does it taste? Fucking heavenly. I can't stop myself from eagerly swallowing every drop as it dribbles out of his pulsing knob.
Finally though, eternity ends. His breath is ragged, and his cock is back to half-hardness. I carefully slide him one more time into my open throat, then gently release him from my mouth with a kiss. He's probably overly sensitive now and needs a break for just a moment. The last drop of cum lands on my lower lip, and I smile up at my Master as I lick it up.
"Good boy," he finally speaks, sitting down on the bench and beckoning me to sit with him.
"Thank you, Sir," I reply breathlessly, with a newfound willingness to serve.