Chapter Six #2
Bending over for him was the hottest thing I had ever done.
Trying to guess what he’d like the most was so arousing, I found it hard to breathe.
I always loved attention, but it was different.
I wasn’t being lauded—I was being evaluated.
Not sized up, but priced out. I was a piece of meat to this new Alec, and I had never needed to jack off to completion more in my life.
“How does your finger taste?”
“Hmm?” I asked. I didn’t think I was supposed to speak, but I was confused.
“I asked you how your finger tastes.”
“I don’t… know?”
“Then why don’t you find out?” he said, his face breaking into a smug grin.
I got the picture and started to lick and suck on my finger like a porn star. Giving my digit fellatio for Alec’s amusement and arousal. Hamming it up and trying to look like a slut.
“Good?”
“Mm-hmmm.”
“Looks good.”
“Mmmm.”
“Why don’t you try some more? Take it a little deeper.”
I’d never sucked a cock, much less deep-throated one, but I tried to on my index finger. It was sexy for a moment, then I went too deep and gagged.
Alec sat up. “Don’t go so deep next time.”
“Whatever you say.”
“I like the sound of that.” His grin was less smug, but bigger. “Play with your balls. But don’t touch your dick ‘till I tell you.”
My balls were just shaved and heavy with the load I hadn’t gotten to shoot. I juggled them in my hand, watching myself and Alec’s face back and forth.
“You got big balls.” He smirked harder. “In life and in your pants. You like ‘em?”
“My balls?” It was a silly question, and I made a silly face. His brow went flat, a silent just play along that didn’t need explaining. “Yeah, I do. I love my balls. So big and floppy right now,” I said, lifting them and letting them fall back onto my thighs with a smack.
“Bet you do. Bet you shoot big loads, too.”
“Sometimes. Depends on how turned on I am.”
“How turned on are you right now? “
That question hit me hard. I’d never been so horny in my life. “Very.”
“Do you like showing off for me?”
“Yes, I do,” I said, short on breath.
“Good. Now, pleasure yourself for me. Let me see how you get yourself off.”
I grabbed my cock and jacked off. “Fucking Christ, Alec.”
His grin got wider, and he leaned back to better stimulate his cock through his pants.
We stared at each other, the tension closing my throat and making my body tingle.
I bit my lip, both trying to look slutty, and because I had to do something.
It felt like I needed to jump out of my skin, or fuck so hard I’d sleep for a week.
“Close your eyes, Blackwood. Picture your hottest fantasy while you touch yourself for me, and tell me what you see.”
There was something about being told what to do like that. Saying he wanted me to perform for his pleasure, in plain words, was so fucking hot. I didn’t think twice and closed my eyes. There was only one fantasy.
“We’re lifting in this hotel’s gym. Every muscle in your body is working overtime, and you’re pumped as fuck. I’m spotting you on the bench. You’re covered in sweat, and need to take your shirt off.”
“That’s a memory, not a fantasy.”
I took hold of my nuts and pulled them away from my body. “You don’t stop at your shirt. Your chest hair is wet with sweat, running down your pecs, abs, and pelvis. You’re grunting like an animal. And you tell me how it’s so fucking hot in there and take your shorts off.”
“Mmm. Now we’re talking,” he growled.
“You keep working, and soon you have to take off your underwear too. You ask if I’m okay with it and I stammer ‘yes.’ You lift so hard you start to chub until you’re raging hard. My mouth is watering, staring at you, but before I make a move, you get up and tell me to come shower with you.”
“What happens in the shower?”
“I keep staring at your cock. You ask me if I like it, and I can’t lie. You touch yourself under the water. And then…”
“And then what, Blackwood? What happens next?”
“Then I fall to my knees and worship you. I touch your cock. Stroke it. Taste you. Suck on your nuts. Lick at the slit and swallow your pre-cum. Then I… and then I suck you. Blow you—suck a cock for the first time in my life. You fucking love it, moaning and telling me how good it feels.”
“Mmm. Fuck yeah, Blackwood. First cock to enter those lips. Fuck yeah.”
“I keep going until you can’t take it anymore. ‘Till you’re pulling your hair and pushing my head down. ‘Till you’re going crazy with pleasure. All because of me. And then… and then you come. Shoot a giant load right in my fucking mouth.”
“You want to taste my cum, Blackwood?”
“Yes.” I moaned so deep and true it rattled my body. I couldn’t help but open my eyes.
Alec had stripped nude while I was weaving my tale, and was masturbating on the corner of the bed.
I was so absorbed in my dirty mind I didn’t hear him move a muscle.
But when I did, I was mesmerized by Alec’s body, and cock.
The prodigious pecs and biceps. The soft looking hair on his chest and abs.
His wide open, tree trunk thighs, giving his crotch as much room as possible.
And his package—thick and long with a manly bush and heavy, low-hanging balls pooling on the bed.
Seeing it all in action as he pleasured himself was beyond what my feeble mind could conjure.
“Holy fucking shit.”
Alec smiled out of utter enjoyment and pleasure for the first time since we laughed at the bar. It only lasted a moment until he was serious again. He pointed between his legs and said, “C’mere. Get on your knees and look up at me.”
Never in my life had anyone spoken to me that way. Random strangers treated me with default respect. I’m tall, good looking, muscular, and charming enough to know when to flash a smile. I was used to getting what I wanted and telling others what to do, especially, specifically, in the bedroom.
I took Alec’s order like a monk obeying his holy text.
We were almost at eye level as I looked at him.
His face was inscrutable. Wild lust and unbridled joy behind what appeared to be cool disinterest. A slight smirk grew as he stood, shifting the dynamic.
Alec towered over me, and I knelt before him, all the while furiously jerking his massive cock right above my face.
Alec reached his free hand to my face and said, “Can I touch you?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, out of nowhere, but knowing it was the only true answer.
A chuckle escaped his nose. He caressed my cheek, then ran his fingers through my hair. His smirk always growing. Alec traced my cheekbone with his thumb until he got to my lips, circling them several times.
“Open.” I did, and he put his thumb in my mouth. “Suck.” I did that too, and once I closed my lips around him, droplets of his pre-cum flew off his cock and landed on my face. “Fuuuck,” he moaned.
His head tilted back as I sucked his thumb and cursed again. Then he took it out of my mouth and looked at me. “Open your mouth. Beg for it.”
I stitched my brow together and looked up at him like he was the master of the world. My world. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue but refrained from going, “Ahhh.”
Alec caressed my cheek again, with a little more force. “Fucking hell, you’re so fucking handsome, Mason.”
His eyes almost closed as soon as he said it, and his mouth gaped open. Then, without warning, Alec ejaculated all over my face, and into my wide open mouth.
Fantasy is one thing. Having a man shoot semen all over your face is another. I was shocked at first and wished I’d gotten a warning. But once his flavor hit my tongue, I was sure I’d bust hands free. And there was so much. It covered my face, hair, and filled half my mouth.
I had never even tasted my own cum. Maybe some got in my mouth cleaning up or something, but having Alec’s load all over my face and in my mouth was a revelatory experience.
It was Alec’s sperm, his literal seed. For several long seconds, and more than a few volleys, I couldn’t believe it was happening.
I didn’t dare swallow unless told to do so.
But as soon as it was in my mouth, I wanted to gulp it down like a starving man at a feast. And I wanted to eat his cum again and again and again.
I wanted to suck it out of him and feel his cock throb as it released on my tongue.
I wanted to stare into his eyes as he fed me, and I wanted him to tell me I’d done a good job once he was finished.
Alec didn’t make a sound until his orgasm was complete. Once it was, he fell back on the bed with a deep sigh.
“Fucking hell, Blackwood. You’re a goddamn mess. And,”—he leaned forward—“your mouth is still full. Go ahead and swallow if you want. Or spit it in the sink.”
I swallowed before he was done speaking. The semi-metallic taste of his semen might not have been so appetizing if I wasn’t on the edge of orgasm. But I was, making it beyond delicious. Once it was down my throat, I opened my mouth to show him what I had done.
Alec laughed. “Good boy.”
That hit something in me I didn’t know was there, and a deep shiver ran down my body, right up to the tip of my cock.
“Taste good?”
“Yes, sir. Delicious.”
“Sir, huh? You’re kinky like that?”
“No, sir. I’ve never called anyone that before.”
“Ever before? Just me?”
“Yes, sir.”
His smile, which had looked tired and over it, got dirtier. “Ok… Well then, Blackwood, stand up. Get yourself off with my load all over your face. Consider it an order.”
I stood up, took hold of myself, and started grunting. Alec leaned forward and cupped his hand right in front of my cock. I unleashed a giant load, filling his palm and covering his forearm.
After the rush wore off, I saw Alec evaluating my cum. He brought it to his face, and I was sure he’d eat mine the way I swallowed his. Instead, he sniffed it and smiled.
“Knew you’d shoot a big load. Shame to waste it, though,” he said, offering his hand to me.