Boots

The weekend passed and the work week progressed. Despite thoroughly unloading my balls on the previous Friday night, I found myself incredibly horny. I reasoned I was probably dealing with ‘anticipation energy’. In the last month I had become more content within myself, I’d reached a degree of clarity. It wasn’t just around securing regular sex, shockingly, it was more along the lines of finding that I was actually considering looking for a potential partner. A significant other, I hadn’t even known I’d been looking for. It was still a foreign concept, but it had an increasingly timely ‘feel’ to it.

When Friday night began, I was keen to get my planned main event underway, despite protests from my regular drinking crew, I left the pub early. It was the first time that had ever occurred, the fact I wasn’t even drunk made it almost unbelievable. Sober enough to drive I pulled into my place around nine thirty.

I arrived at Dillon’s door twenty minutes later. I let myself in to find him reclined on the couch naked and collared. I instantly bulged my jeans taking in his superb form. He sprung to his feet, he was already firm. I walked across the room and engaged in one of the most passionate kisses I had ever given. My head spun. For a second, I self-diagnosed my symptoms as potentially being ‘smitten’ with this guy. The moment the thought struck me I dismissed it as being ridiculous, I clearly had some mild food poisoning or the start of a head cold.

Post kiss I stood still and let him work out he needed to strip me of my gear. He proceeded with haste. When he got to my trunks and finally released my cock it sprung forth, rock hard. As I matched his nakedness I took him by the collar and tugged him to the bedroom.

I stood at the end of the bed as he took up a position to best service me. Initially on his hands and knees he vacuumed the end of my meat. It was wonderful. In time I rolled him onto his back and pumped his throat more than his mouth. He was getting great at taking my length.

When I tired of standing, I shifted to lie along the side of the bed closest to the centre of the room. He rearranged himself and nestled between my legs. Again, he put his deep throat technique to work. I enjoyed myself immensely.

As he worked my dick I had him spin around so I could play with his junk. He had beautiful junk, nice sized balls and an almost perfectly formed cut cock. I took his manhood in my grasp and rolled his orbs around in my palm. I worked his meat with my other hand. It was the first time he had received any ‘play’ from me.

When I reached the point where I could feel my balls starting to lift I pulled his body along my reclined length.

“Time for your fucking”, I declared, he smiled nervously. “You been fucked before?” I asked thinking afterwards, the answer made no difference.

“Yeah, not often, not my usual role”, he revealed quietly, “guess my role has changed”.

“Yep” I advised gently, but as a matter of fact. I moved him to sit upright across my abs. I could feel his warmth seeping into my midriff. With a hand on each arse cheek, I raised him to his haunches. He shuffled back knowing what was expected. He reached for the lube, when he was done liberally coating my bare root, he lubed his arse.

I held my meat vertical as he positioned himself carefully. I felt my knob press against his rose, right on target. I was at the door of heaven. He took some of the weight off his legs and my steel began its inevitable entry. I couldn’t believe how tight he was, the pressure on my cock was amazing, brilliant! As his sphincter surrendered I suddenly found myself two inches in him. His sharp intake of breath betrayed his physical shock. He held himself still, taking time to adjust.

When his chute caught up he continued his downward journey. A full minute later my entire thick seven inches was fully embedded, his arse rested against my balls. I was right, I was in heaven. He raised himself slowly, when he reached the top two inches he set about descending again. With each repetition he increased his speed incrementally. Six or seven minutes later the stimulation I was experiencing was approaching awesome. I was destined to blow at any moment.

I slowed him to a stop. While maintaining my full penetration I gently rolled to my side and eventually 180 degrees from where I started. Flat on his back I now pressed his legs to his hairless chest before resuming his arse pumping. The difference this time, was that I was in control, which is how I wanted it  as he took my first load.

The rearrangement process had taken some of the heat out of my cock. I was further back than previous. I now had time to build to a nice pounding. As I picked up speed I knew despite my best efforts my release was imminent, there was no way I was going to be able to hold on. I fucked him as hard as I could. I lasted around ten to twelve strokes before I released what I still think was the best load of my life, it was nothing short of magnificent, every cell in my body sang at the same time. Amazing!

As I lay to his side catching my breath and relishing the afterglow, he remained still beside me. When I had recovered enough I flicked my semi wood cock free of my abs.

“You wanna clean this up?”, I asked as a directive more than a question, “Take it easy, I get sensitive”. He paused for a second before leaning down to take my cock in hand and sucking its flaccid length into his mouth. He bobbed up and down half a dozen times before I had to pull him free. I let his head rest beside my waist and noted he was more than still a little firm. Not at full mast but not far off.

“Can I ask something?”, he questioned respectfully.

“Yep”, I responded simply.

“Can I cum? Like ever?”, he asked.

“Except for whatever reason, where I specifically say no”, I replied, “you can cum anytime you want. Just as long as it doesn’t take anything from me getting off or concentrating on it”, I paused to make sure what I had said sunk in. When I was sure it had, I continued.

“If you can find a way to blow without me having any idea, do it, I don’t give a fuck what you do, as long as you remember the main game is me. Follow?”

“Yes”, he replied, “what about now? Could I jack off now? Does that count?”

“You’d be shaking the fucken bed, wouldn’t you” I pointed out, more quiet.

“What if I don’t know I’m distracting you, like while I’m still learning?” he queried.

“Then I’ll grab you by the nuts and squeeze as hard as I can. That should soften you up, and solve the problem for both of us”, I paused. “You need to take some risks though. How will you learn otherwise”? He stayed silent. Smart boy.

Ten minutes later I was fully recovered. I rearranged myself on the bed with him looking on closely. On my back I kicked my legs back towards my chest raising my arse off the mattress.

“Suck on this for a while”, I told him. “It’s been a fucken age since I had a decent rim. Been thinking about it all week”. Without hesitation, he moved behind me and with a globe in each palm, he supported my arse. He placed his tongue to my ring and started to dance it around the edge. As the amount of moisture increased his ability to suck on me improved. Without instruction he sought to tongue push his way into my absolute virgin hole. It was as close as he was ever going to get to fucking me. I was ecstatic with the compromise, I love a good rimming.

After what was a genuine ten minutes of pure pleasure, I decided I was horny enough to fuck him again. I called proceedings to a halt and praised his work. I told him to get on all fours, he’d take it from behind this time.

With zero foreplay I pushed myself all the way in. He grunted as I ignored his discomfort. I built to a slow but deep rhythm. I wanted this to last and given I‘d already cum, I knew I could. I worked his arse for a good ten to fifteen minutes with just a few subtle changes in position or angle. I was aware that from time to time he was wanking himself but, I didn’t care, it wasn’t affecting me. He was a good learner.

I moved to a more aggressive stance pushing him flat to the mattress and crawling on top. I’m sure his junk was seriously constricted. I hooked my ankles over the back of his knees and put a sleeper hold around his neck. I didn’t choke him at all but I had absolute control, my horn level went up a notch. I built up my speed and power. Before long I was fucking him like there was no tomorrow. There would be a tomorrow, it would be just like today. I pounded.

When I felt the tell-tale tingle in my nuts I knew I’d be filling his boy pussy for the second time. Without slacking off I simply blew and kept going. Fuck it was fun.

Before long my annoyingly sensitive cock head was driving me bonkers, I had no choice but to pull out and call a stop to our second session. I was covered in sweat and absolutely spent. I released his head, straightened my legs and just lay there using him as a mattress. I couldn’t be fucked moving for the time.

When I realised I wasn’t cooling down, I rolled off him and enjoyed the fresh air now flooding my chest. He remained in place for a minute or two before adjusting position and rolling onto his side. I expect he was checking if I was done with him.

When I settled I decided I needed to wash properly.

“Get the shower warm, I need to rinse”, I told him. He moved to the bathroom and within a few seconds I heard the water flowing. I waited a minute and made my way in. He was leaning with his arm into the shower to get the temperature right. He had his hand fully under and steam was rising so I guessed it was close to right.

“What the fuck are you doing?”, I asked, pissed.

“What you said” he responded, worried.

“Get in the fucken shower” I said as I took his collar and dragged him under the stream. I flicked the mixer to cool and held eye contact as the last of the warmth was replaced by ice. He shrieked and danced but wasn’t brave enough to get out. “Now, get the shower warm”, I instructed. He quickly fumbled with the controls eventually finding a happy medium. When he felt he had it right he nodded. I waved him out.

I washed over five or six minutes generating a luxurious lather, twice. When I was done I set the temp to cold and told him to wash up, inside and out.

“Keep it at that temp so you remember not to fuck up such simple shit again”, I said as I dried, tossed the towel on the floor and made my way back to bed, killing the lights on the way. He arrived a few minutes later, clearly chilled.

I had pulled up the doona to cover myself and held it up to invite him under. He quickly jumped in, he was cold. I told him to turn over and spooned him. My warmth must have felt like a dream. I drifted to a deep, empty balls sleep.

* * *

The bed was vibrating, not a lot but enough to wake me. I didn’t stir but could see the clock, it was 3.00am. Dillon was having a tug. As it turned out I was on my side facing him, I hadn’t moved much. I decided I may as well deal with this crap now, so in the future it wouldn’t be a problem. He had paused, obviously aware my breathing pattern had changed. It didn’t take him long to restart.

In the dim, I took time to work out exactly where he was, in relation to me. When I had him mapped, I struck fast seeking a clear grab to his nuts. As luck had it I was almost perfectly on target. Once I had them I had to make a slight adjustment but not so much that my fearful fuck toy could tell.

I instantly crushed his balls and elicited a night shattering squeal. I released as he retreated to a foetal position. I simply pushed him out of bed to the carpeted floor with one great heave.

“Get back in when you get over it”, I said between his sobs, “I’m awake now so I expect I’ll want to fuck”. I watched as he crawled in the dark to the bathroom. He closed the door but it didn’t silence the dry retching. A full twenty minutes later, largely recovered, he made his way back to bed.

As he silently arranged himself, I gently rotated him so his back was to me. I pulled him in close and without so much as an introduction set about slowly working my power hardened meat into his back passage. When I was fully inserted I reached around him in almost a reverse bear hug and held his crossed arms to his chest. He wasn’t squeezed, but he wasn’t going anywhere. I fucked him to what I was sure was almost a seedless blow before I pulled out, rolled to my back and slept like a log.