CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN Chip #2
I was in my mid-twenties, living a relatively sheltered life in a small town in Montana, so this type of experience was new to me. And like any red-blooded twenty-something male, I was constantly horny. The arrival of Van into my life woke up something primal in me to a degree I’d never imagined.
There’s a sexual element about me that I think may be different than some men. With me, the more emotional and the more in love I feel about my sexual partner, the more fulfilling the sexual experience is.
I’d imagined all sorts of erotic deeds I’d like to experiment with, but never had the mindset or a willing partner to broach the topic. With Van, it seemed he was opening that door for me, and I intended to rush through it.
Van kneeled in front of me. “What do I do?”
The innocent role he played was about to cause me to lose my load. My climax wasn’t discouraged one bit due to him being so goddamned cute and boyish. The acting of his innocent role-play character fit him to a tee.
I reached out and clenched the back of his neck. He resisted, so I added pressure. “You paying your debt, boy? Or what?”
“It’s so big,” he whispered, contradicting his shyness by hungrily licking his lips.
I placed my thumb at the base of my cock and forced it forward, my swollen plum head throbbing an inch from his mouth. “Open your mouth.”
He did as I asked, scooting closer and placing his hands on my knees. I still had a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer until he was forced to open his mouth because my cock was smashed against his lips.
Without moving his hands from my knees, he pretended to struggle with me, acting as if he couldn’t imagine having a man’s dick in his mouth. I repositioned my hand to his chin and held firmly, using my thumb to pry his mouth open.
“Mmmppff,” he moaned, still acting like a novice.
“Open, boy. Do it now!” His eyes focused on mine, and I grinned like a desperate, horny bastard who’d found a rare opportunity to get a blow job. “Time to pay that bill, boy.”
Van opened wide, and I moved my hand to the back of his head again, forcing him to gradually take an inch at a time.
I wanted to compliment him and let him know how amazing his mouth felt, but I also wanted to participate in his wild role-play scene.
I’ll admit I wasn’t exactly comfortable treating him this way, but I understood we were involved in a fantasy.
Van pushed my hand away and came off my cock. “Was that good enough?” he asked, inhaling deeply and swiping at his mouth. “That’s all I can do.”
“Fuck no, that ain’t good enough!” I muttered. “Do you think I shot my load that fast?”
“But… I’m trying real hard, mister. I swear I am.”
His character choice was good. Very good. The whole ‘I’m new to this’ act was hot as fuck. I reached out and grabbed his chin. “You haven’t deep-throated my tool yet, boy.”
“I can’t do that,” he insisted.
“Then I guess you’ll learn. And I want more slobber on that cock.”
He leaned forward and placed my dickhead in his mouth, keeping his eyes on mine. His tongue swirled over the tip, creating more saliva that I felt dripping toward my balls. The action was driving me mad with desire.
The role-playing was fucking insanely hot, but I had a need to get my cock drained and knew how talented Van was at sucking dick. The anticipation of my climax attempted to override my desire to participate, but I was determined to remain patient.
With him applying the skills of a gold medal winner, my cock effortlessly began disappearing into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. He bobbed his head up and down, building suction and working my cock deeper.
“Fuuucckkkk, boy,” I moaned, leaning against the wall behind me, scooting my ass forward, and spreading my legs wider. “Keep going,” I encouraged. “Your bill was expensive, and you need to keep working on that cock.”
I totally immersed myself in the scene. This cockgobbler owed me money, and he deserved to be forced to suck dick as repayment. I’d lured the pretty boy into the restroom and forced him to service me.
I moved my hand to the top of his head and grabbed a bunch of his hair, pulling him off my cock, and glared at him. “Are you done, mister?” he asked shyly, looking up at me like he was innocent of trading his sex skills for labor costs.
“Fuck no, I ain’t done, boy. Now you’re gonna fuckin’ kiss me!” I demanded.
“But I’m not like that,” he claimed, sitting back.
“You heard me,” I hissed, leaning forward and pulling him back to his prior location. “Kissing a man ain’t gay anyway. I just want to taste you, boy.”
Tentatively, he leaned forward, closing his eyes.
He maintained his innocent role and waited for guidance I was all too happy to provide.
Our lips connected, and a jolt of unexpected electricity surged through me.
This was intimate as well as exciting. The entire scene had me at a stimulation level I couldn’t remember experiencing.
Of course, I knew it was Van, but he’d been correct. Role-playing was a surprise, and spicy as fuck. I crashed onto his lips, probing my tongue past them. After a few moments, acting like he’d discovered something new and exciting, he gave in and fully participated.
Our mouths collided with passion. I positioned his body against me, squeezing his neck menacingly while keeping him firmly in an embrace of power and strength.
He melted and became pliable as I led the way, him whimpering like a lost soul who’d found redemption.
We both reached a degree of excitement I hadn’t expected.
I abruptly pushed him away. “You lied, didn’t ya, boy.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“I bet you pay all your bills this way. Dontcha?” I mocked. “Look at you, trading your cock suckin’ skills for services.”
He eyed me sheepishly, a slight grin developing at the corners of his mouth. “You’re right, mister mechanic sir.”
“I fuckin’ knew it,” I barked, forcing his head onto my cock. “Drain my dick, you little cocktease.”
He resisted. “I think I might need a new engine for my truck next week,” he said, his voice muffled as my cock slid into his open mouth.
I wanted to bust out laughing, but I also had a cock I wanted sucked, so there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d ruin the scene. “Ya do, do ya? It’ll take a piece of that fine ass for that sorta work, boy.”
I had a hunch the idea of me fucking him on the bench had him on edge. He had my cock down his throat in a flash, and reached for my hands, signaling he wanted me to hold the sides of his head and facefuck him to orgasm.
I’d had exactly one sex partner prior to meeting Van, and he’d been a good lover for sure, but the level of communication Van and I’d shared after less than two weeks boded well for a future of incredible lovemaking.
I lifted my butt off the bench, pumping into his waiting mouth. His hands moved under my ass cheeks and lifted me toward him, gripping my taut ass while keeping me down his throat.
“Fuuuccckkk,” I groaned. “So fuckin’ good, boy. Don’t you fuckin’ stop.” Without warning, Van moved a finger to my asshole and pressed against my pucker. “Holy fuck!”
My body arched from the bench, my feet supporting my lift off. Van pushed harder on my hole while I focused on the insane pleasure coursing through me. The desire to hold off a second longer and prolong the rush was impossible.
“Get ready, boy,” I hissed through gritted teeth. “Get the fuck ready!”
My body tensed tighter than a victim of rigor mortis. While he slobbered and coughed, I maneuvered his head to locate my perfect release point, but kept pace with my hips as I thrust upward.
“Oh, yessss,” I gasped. “Oh, fuck… oh fuck!”
My orgasm blasted forth, sending shudders through me as I fought to squeeze every last drop out of my balls. Van came off my cock after I spilled, and I twisted around, collapsing backward on the bench, gasping for oxygen.
I sensed him standing up. My eyes were closed as my breathing regulated and I came down from my orgasmic high. The entire experience was quite possibly the wildest sex I’d had. The crazy part? The role-play encounter was only a blow job.
I slowly opened my eyes and found Van looking at me, a grin on his face. Suggestively, and with a bit of sass, he dragged his thumb and middle finger down the corners of his mouth.
“Consider the bill paid, mister.”
He put his sweatshirt on and walked out of the restroom without so much as a peep.