Belonging

Warmth. It was the first sensation that my brain registered as it attempted to clear the fog surrounding it. My body stirred slightly, but its range of movement was limited. I was up against something solid, my arms draped across it. Things started to register as the cobwebs in my brain slowly parted. Skin against mine. A heartbeat in my ears. Flashes of the night before suddenly flooded my mind. His face when I told him my darkest secrets. My head in his lap. My mouth engulfing his precum slicked finger. Finally, the images of his cock entered my brain, and I had to stifle a whimper. It was perfect, and I needed it. He knew that I needed it, and said he was going to give it to me. I felt my chest swell and could barely contain the influx of emotions surging through my body. I suddenly felt a sharp pain as my hardening cock scratched against the dried remnants of my orgasms from the previous night. I opened my eyes and was relieved when I was still in his room, my head on his chest. I didn’t know what time of day it was, but figured it was early afternoon from the light in his windows. It was then that I realized I had been holding my breath for almost a full minute and quickly exhaled. It wasn’t a dream.

I glanced up to see if Mike was awake, but I couldn’t see his face from my vantage point. Glancing down however, I had the perfect view of his crotch and was pleased to see a prominent bulge staring back at me. His grip on me wasn’t strong, so I decided to slowly inch my head down his body towards my goal. I felt every ripple of flesh on the way down, committing every sensation to memory. His torso was essentially hairless, except for a very fine dusting that started under his belly button. His smell was intoxicating, and only sent my brain further into a fog. He has two star tattoos, one on each hip. I had seen them a million times since he likes to be shirtless on most days, however their fine details became etched into my mind as I spent a few agonizing minutes making my way past them to get to my prize.

Finally I reached the waistband of his athletic shorts. His hair became thicker, but I could tell he had shaved recently. I was a little disappointed, and hopefully it was a habit I could convince him to postpone for me. His hair trapped his scent, and I didn’t want to miss out on that. I contemplated what to do, because I didn’t want him to awaken to my exploration and memorization of his body. I waited for a minute to make sure his breathing was still even after my shifting, and I decided to make my move. I could feel the heat radiating from his cock, and I knew what I wanted to do. I carefully started pulling his waistband down. Immediately I was overtaken by his strong scent, which had become more impressive since the previous night. I inhaled as deeply as I could, not wanting to lose out on this opportunity while he was asleep. It was musky; perfect. My head was reeling. I wanted nothing more than to live my entire life in that moment, but I had a job to do.

I continued lowering his waistband until his cock came into view. Nothing could ever compare to it, and I could not believe what I was doing. His smell was even stronger now, and I picked up a slight hint of cum. Probably from him neglecting to shoot his load last night. Over the next minute I carefully tucked his waistband under his balls. When I was done and was satisfied that he had not awoken, I stared at my prize. His cock was perfect. A slight deviation to the left, thick, and veiny. His balls were also a sight to behold. They were big and slightly hairy, but not unkempt, and I had to physically restrain myself from diving on them. I swallowed and found my mouth dry at the sight before me. In that moment I knew I was the luckiest faggot in the world.

Slowly, I moved my head into position. I wanted to wake him up with a blowjob. I needed to show my dedication to him, and that I would worship whatever part of his body that he wanted,whenever he wanted it. I shifted my body so that I was laying between his legs, my armpits on his thighs and my face in his crotch. I had the perfect view of his sleeping face, and knew that it was now or never. I inched my head closer and closer to his cock, and slowly took the head in my mouth. Instantly my tongue was filled with his taste. My body convulsed in another orgasm, the pitiful load dribbling into my shorts. He was sweet, yet slightly salty. It was nothing like I had ever tasted in my entire life, and I knew I would never get enough. After coming down from my orgasm, I knew that I needed to hurry if I wanted to accomplish my goal. I wrapped my lips over my teeth and moved my head down while swirling my tongue around his soft head. I felt a quick pulse and a small drop of precum leaked onto my tongue. I quickly swallowed and continued my downward motion. I glanced upwards to check his face and froze. There were his hazel eyes, looking down at me.

He was smirking at me, the right side of his mouth slightly curled upwards in a face that drives me and my dick crazy. I didn’t dare continue with my mission until he said something to let me know I hadn’t just fucked the whole thing up by taking this liberty with his body.

“Well well. Good morning, slut,” he said as he gazed at me, keeping my head in place with nothing but his stare. I was too nervous to say anything, too nervous to move. He brought his left hand up to my stuffed face and lightly smacked my cheek. “I said ‘Good Morning, slut.’ What do you say?” he looked at me expectantly, his cock now rock hard between my lips. I started to remove my head from his member, but he brought his hand up to rest on the back of my head. There was no pressure, but his intent was clear.

“Gd mhrng Nady,” I managed to mumble.

He closed his eyes briefly and I felt his cock pulse, another drop of his precum gracing my tongue. I quickly and greedily swallowed it, which did not go unnoticed.

“Fucking Christ you really were hungry last night, weren’t you puppy?” he asked while chuckling.

I simply nodded and continued to stare, getting lost in the green irises that were boring into my brain. I stayed there, waiting for his direction. We just looked at each other for a few minutes, neither of us moving or speaking. I could feel my load from earlier making my underwear sticky, causing me to wiggle uncomfortably.

Finally he said “As much as I am loving your mouth right now, I need to take a piss.”

With that he leaned forward and started to pull my face off his cock, but I had an idea. I resisted. He took notice and sat back, looking at me. I just stared back into his eyes, trying to convey my desire without words. It wasn’t something I was necessarily into, but I saw an opportunity to show him the depths I was willing to descend, and I was going to take it. He stared at me incredulously.

“If you don’t move I’m going to piss down your throat. Is that what you want? You want to be my urinal?”

Slowly, decisively, I nodded my head. He needed to see me as nothing but his inferior, or else he wasn’t going to be able to use me the way I wanted him to; the way I needed him to.

“Spill a drop, and you won’t sit for a week. Understand me cunt?” Again I nodded, and I then braced myself for what was to come.

His flow started tentatively, and it was strong. I fought the urge to cough, glanced down to focus on my task, and started swallowing. It was easy at first, but after he found his confidence, and probably some enjoyment, he really let it go. I struggled to keep up, but doubled down when I thought I was losing some. Eventually he slowed down, and finally finished after about a minute. His cock stayed plump the entire time, which I took as a good sign. I wasn’t sure how I felt after. A part of me was happy that I was able to make him truly see me and how much I worshiped him. Another was worried that this would be a deal breaker; watersports isn’t everyone’s cup of tea after all.

“Look at me faggot,” I heard the sneer in his voice before I saw it on his face. “That was impressive. I didn't expect that from you, but I guess I should have. We are going to train you up right. Soon you won't be able to go a day without gulping down a load from my bladder. Drinking morning piss has got to be terrible for you, though. I won't be giving you much of that. I can’t have my new toy getting sick now can I?” he asked mockingly.

I shook my head. His cock was still in my mouth, and was returning to full hardness. Suddenly, his bedroom door opened and his father appeared before us, his head down looking at mail.

“Hey son, something came for you from —” his sentence stopped dead when he brought his eyes up to look at us, my face still full of Mike’s hard prick.