Mickey's Load

Mickey was happy. Who wouldn't be, X Box, beer, your cock getting sucked. It doesn't get better than that for an an alpha lad. I was addicted to him now so sucking him was like nectar to a bee. But I was in pain on my knees. An hour had passed, still no cum from Mickey. It was time to crash out. Mickey wasn't surprised. 'I knew you couldn't take me. Your a light weight. Still we have all weekend. Follow me over to the house.'

Mickey pointed me into his bedroom. 'right your sleeping on my crotch so all you have to do is keep sucking until I fall asleep, ok? Mickey went off into the bathroom, then he crashed on his bed, planted my face on his cock and I resumed my sucking. Seriously how long can a lad stay hard?. Did he swallow a viagra factory? Was this normal?

Then Mickey decided ' you know what your right, you can't make me come so I'm giving you a choice, I can fuck you or you can lick my ass? This was weird. Suddenly I had a choice between being fucked by his thick cock or licking his ass.

'Ill just keep sucking Mickey' . He wasn't impressed he had a new demand and either he beat the crap out of me and made me do it or I agreed. There was no way I was licking his ass. I already knew his cock, every inch of it, so having that inside me seemed easier.

I had to lie face down in his bed. It was a small single bed so the space was tight. I felt him lie on my back , his tongue licking my earlobe. I didn't expect that. I couldn't get over the electricity it generated. I was on fire. He put his arms under mine and grabbed the wooden poles on his bed head. I knew something serious was about to happen. I felt his thighs push mine apart. Fuck they were big, muscular and solid. Then he was inside me. I didn't think Mickey was huge lengthwise but I did know he was wide, fat, firm, tough.

For a second he felt like a small probe, but then he unleashed and filled my ass all the way up to my belly. At least that's what I felt. It was like he had taken control of my entire body. He pounded away, grabbing the bed head. I was on fire , he was hitting zones of pain and pleasure that shouldn't exist. It wasn't enough for him so he locked me in a rear choke while he fucked me.

I can't explain why this was the most extreme pleasure I'd ever had. It doesn't make sense but a muscular lad in his prime, a cocky one at that , subjecting me too extremes of pain and pleasure outranks anything. This was pure animal pleasure for both of us. It was a recognition of his perfection but also mine too. He was dominating the one person who hours before had dominated him.

Being fucked by Mickey wasn't about love or relationships it was pure masculine perfection, it was about two fit lads struggling to control each other.

He was brutal, rough, relentless, if he was any harder he would have ripped me apart. I was in in ecstasy, there was no pain better than this pleasure.

In his bed, him inside me, I lost count of how many times I came . This lad had brutalized me all day but I worshipped him. It's hard to describe to anyone who hasn't been there. Is is because your the center of attention of a serious jock? Or is it some longing you have to be controlled? But why did I then want to fuck him and control him or was that changing?

They were thoughts I had later, at the time I had none, I couldn't. When you're sailing a sea of orgasm you just float, it's out of body. This stocky ginger muscle lad had me on that island of relentless pleasure. I adored him for it. I wanted to drink him, every bit if him. My ass was on fire, if there was pain I didn't feel it. I kept thinking alpha juice was going to come up my ass, into me, into who I am.

The bastard started biting my neck and earlobes. That pushed me over the edge. I had no senses left. They were all wide open. I had lost myself. I was an extension of Mickey now, an appendage if his pleasure.

I remember feeling exhausted and then it was dark. What the fuck? Where was I? I felt a weight pressing down on both if My shoulders. It felt familiar I was between Mickey's legs again. This time not face down on his crotch but face up and his foot was on my face. I tried to move. He powered into my neck. ' it's 5am Mickey what the fuck? ,' I woke up hard so I was trying to have a wank, your upper neck under my bollox helps, I can't explain it but having your head between my legs gives an edge. I know you want it too so I didn't wake you. You want to be part of my orgasm right?

Mickey was seriously complex. He was 19 but his sex drive was beyond that. ' It helps when you smell my feet. Now your awake you can lick.' I should have pretended I was asleep but maybe not. I was happy to lick his feet. I had to redefine errotic. Which was better a lad who had me between his legs forcing me to lick his feet while he wanked behind me or the same lad inside me? It was both. It was the sheer cockiness of his thinking, coupled with the physique and looks he had. The day I had spent with Mickey was astounding. This muscle lad had done more to my mind and body than everyone I had ever been physical with. All of them combined.

It was unclear to me now whether I was straight or gay or dominant or submissive. The one thing I did know is that there was pleasure, deep pleasure servicing Mickey.