Dylan's Descent

Disobedience

[Dylan]

Ugh, I am exhausted. That kid is going to kill me. I can’t believe I let him humiliate me like that. I also can’t believe how turned on I am by this whole episode. AHHH! I want this so bad! It never once occurred to me to stop, to end it, to tell him no. I don’t even remember if I consciously decided to do any of that stuff. Licking the bottom of his shoes? Eating his already eaten food? Letting him piss all over me? God. I want so much more. Please take me all the way, Master Sam. Fuck.

I just need to get myself cleaned up and go to bed. He’s not expecting anything from me until the morning – hopefully. I really need this time to recharge. If this is going to work, I hope he realizes that. Of course, it doesn’t really matter. He’s going to do what he wants anyway. Geez, it’s only the second day of this.

* * *

Dylan settled in for the night. He ignored any calls of texts on his phone that weren’t from Sam. He took an extra long shower and followed it with a hot bath. He was hurting and needed to get himself together. His knees were bloody and bruised. His hands were all cut up. He stunk. He was wiped out. All he had to do now was relax and be ready for whatever Sam had in store for him tomorrow. He finally got comfortable in bed, nearly asleep, and then there was a loud knock at the door. 

* * *

What the fuck? Who is that now? Crap. 

“OK, OK, stop it already!” I yelled as I opened the door to a very agitated Porter.

God damn it. Why can’t he just take no for an answer.

“DUDE!! Where the FUCK have you been?” barked Porter. “I have been trying to reach you all fucking day and nothing. Really man? What the fuck?”

“Sorry. I’m really sorry. I told you I needed some time,” I said sheepishly, standing there in my boxer briefs.

“Time for what? What happened to your knees man?”

Ugh. I am not going to get away without explaining this. 

“It’s from today. From my time with Sam.”

“I’m going to need a drink for this. You’re gonna tell me everything. Every. Fucking. Thing,” Porter said as he made his way to the bar and started pouring himself a drink. He also began to make himself comfortable – very comfortable – stripping right down to his boxers – something we would normally do together, but I really didn’t need the distraction now.

“You could at least pour me one. And really, it’s not going to be that kind of night, you don’t need to get naked.”

“Fuck you asshole. Maybe I’m gonna decide what kind of night this is going to be.”

Well, here goes, I might as well tell him everything. He’s going to need to find out soon enough that I’m no longer available to him.

* * *

Dylan proceeded to tell Porter all about that day, and the day before. He shared every graphic detail. Porter was stunned at what he was hearing. He wasn’t happy that his friend was letting this happen to him. He felt bad for him. He didn’t understand why anyone would let themselves do that – or why anyone would ever do that stuff to another person. He was all for a little rough sex, but this seemed way out of line.

He also really wanted to fuck Dylan and wasn’t into this idea that he wasn’t allowed to. They’ve been fucking for years and they’ve known each other longer. While he never seemed to be interested in anything intimate with Dylan – they basically never kissed or touched each other affectionately – he did like and care for him as a friend. He considered Dylan his best friend, actually. They had fun together and provided each other good companionship. Porter really wasn’t looking forward to ending that. 

They talked for almost two hours and drank a bit more too.

* * *

“Fuck dude. That is fucked up. I don’t get why you let that fucking punk play you like that.”

“He didn’t play me. I wanted it.”

“That’s fucked up man. I knew you were a perv, but this is really fucked up. Why the fuck do you want to eat chewed food and lick the bottom of someone’s shoes? Seriously? You WANT that?”

“Well, sorry my friend. You knew I had done this before and now I have the opportunity again. And this kid is a hundred times smarter, hotter and more dominant than Trey was. I mean, he’s really good at this, Trey was just a fuck up.”

“Yeah, and you told me you had to call the cops on him, so there’s that, dumb ass.”

“That’s because Trey wasn’t stable. Sam is very stable. Very in control.”

“Well, now you should let me have some control. Come on, the little punk will never know. I really nee---“

“No. We can’t. I made a promise.”

“A promise. A fucking promise to a punk you hung out with once. How about our friendship for so long? Since I was a fucking kid. Douche.” Porter was clearly upset. “No, you think you’re following orders. But you know you want this,” he said as he stood up, dropped his boxers and grabbed his growing cock.

Damn him for being so hot. Damn me for being so drunk. He’s standing there at the couch, completely naked, his nine inches hard as a rock and sticking straight out from his athletic, lean body. Fuck. He’s walking over to me. I can’t let this happen.

“No, really Porter, don’t,” I said as I tried to back up further in my chair as he approached me.

“Don’t nothing. I can tell you’re salivating. You’re really going to suck my cock right fucking now,” he said firmly while standing right in front of me.

Fuck. I am super fucking horny. It’s been days since I’ve had some cock and Sam hasn’t given me any. I really need this. He really won’t know, right? How could he?

I leaned forward and slowly ran my hands up Porter’ chest and then around to his back, finally landing on his tight ass as I pulled him closer. He was dripping precum. I didn’t hesitate to lick it up and slowly started to work his cock. It was a truly perfect cock and I really need it deep in my throat – right before it is deep in my ass. I stroke his cock slowly, getting him a little worked up. I’m only gently licking and kissing his cock. Teasing him a little. Why not? The more pent up his sexual energy gets, the harder he’s going to fuck me. I need to remember this one since it might be my last with him.

Once I licked the precum off the head of his cock, I slowly slid my mouth over it. It’s big, so it takes me a bit to take it whole, but I know I can. As I ease my mouth over his cock, I lick and suck as I go along. He’s moaning with delight as I eventually find my nose in his little patch of well-trimmed pubic hair. Mmmm, I love the feeling of his long cock in my mouth and down my throat. I hold myself there and begin to suck and slurp his cock. Slowly moving up and down his shaft getting his cock nice and wet.

Porter enjoys my cock sucking for a while before he decides it is his turn to take over. He puts his hands to the back of my head and gets a tight grip on my hair. He begins to pull back, letting me know he’s going to take it from here. He tells me to look up at him and open my mouth. Porter then lets a glob of spit drool out of his mouth and right into mine. He does it again, and then a third time. With my mouth full of his spit, I close my mouth; savor the taste of Porter and then swallow. He slowly slides his cock back down my throat and repeats the movement over and over as he increases his speed and force. He wraps his arms around my head, holding me tight into place, not able to move at all. He begins his assault.

Porter forced his cock deep into my throat and held it there. He groaned as he heard me choke and gag. I did my best to breathe through my nose. He began to pump his cock deep into my throat with his balls slapping against my chin. He pounded away at my face while I gagged with snot and drool dripping down my face. Through the fucking, I coughed and thought I would puke. I certainly felt like I was every time another mess of bile and drool came up from my throat. He’s never done this to me before. Tears flowed as Porter raped my face more roughly than he had ever done so. I could feel his body pulsing as he shoved his cock deep and held me down on it and blasted a major load of thick cum down my throat. He eased off of me and pulled back and let the last bits of cum drip into my mouth. He finally stepped away and I collapsed to the ground.

“FUCK YEAH! YEEE HAWWW!!” he hollered as if he had just roped a steer in the rodeo. He even made a fist and jammed it down through the air with all the pride of an NFL player that just made the winning touchdown. God, he’s really fucking adorable. I love when he’s like this. He walked over to the bar. “That was fucking awesome. It might be the best face fucking we’ve done yet.”

"Yee Haw?"

"Shut the fuck up."

I was breathing heavy, but in a coarse, raspy, tired voice, I replied, “um, that absolutely was the best. Damn. I didn’t think you had that in you. Where has that been hiding all this time?”

“I guess I didn’t realize what a fucking sub slut you are. Don’t worry, that’s how I will rape your mouth every time.”

I definitely wanted that. However, I knew of the impending situation I was getting myself into. The one I was betraying right now.

“Yeah, sure, maybe…maybe I can convince Sam to ---“

“Fuck you man. You’re gonna pass up on me for that little punk? He’s probably got a pencil dick. He’s fucking 18! What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Um, you were even younger when we started,” I snapped back as I repositioned myself on my chair.

“Whatever. I’m not done with you tonight. You already broke your stupid rules, so you’re getting fucked.”

Sigh. I knew he was right. I also knew that if there was any way Sam found out about this, I was going to either be in serious trouble or he was just going to drop me. Maybe even send that email with the incriminating evidence of my perversions. There really wasn’t a positive end to this. Well, his punishment would probably be even hotter than what he did to me today. Hmmm….

“I’m not going to argue with you buddy. You know I want it. I do owe you.”

“Fuck yeah you do.”

We needed to chill for a bit. Porter cleaned himself up and plopped on the couch. I took a little more time to make myself presentable. I grabbed my drink and went to sit on my chair and then something a little unusual happened.

“Dude. Come sit with me here on the couch,” Porter said as he patted the space next to him.

“Uh, sure?”

I sat next to him, but not right next to him. We weren’t very affectionate or intimate with one another. I kissed him once and he freaked out. The only times we ever really touched each other was during sex and palling around. He leaned back onto the arm of the couch and put his right leg up on the couch with his right arm and his drink resting on the back. He smiled at me.

“Come here, dude. Lean on me.”

The look of surprise on my face was definitely obvious.

“Seriously. Don’t make a fucking big deal of it, ok? Just fucking lay on me. You always wanted to cuddle; well now I’m letting you. Are you gonna fuck that up too?” Porter questioned as he looked at me with a flirtatious smile.

“Ok, ok. This is just not like you. I like it.”

“Yeah, well you’re off to go be a punk’s bitch, so I guess you won’t get this again.”

“Porter. Please don’t be that way. We’re still going to be friends. You’re my best bud. I’m still going to be around.” Then I thought about my last Master/slave relationship. “I think. I hope.”

“D, I’m only going to say this once. I really like you…a lot…and like to be around you. I’m sorry that I’m not more affectionate. I just don’t know how to do that. Now, thinking that our whole gig is about to change, I’m feeling weird. Good weird, but still fucking weird,” Porter confessed.

Awww, he really does like me. Well, shit. Maybe had he done this even a week ago, I wouldn’t have done anything with Sam. Ugh. I’ll figure this out. I’ll make something work. I usually fix things. I can fix this too. I stood up and turned to Porter, taking his hand. I kissed him on the lips.

“Come on, let’s go to the bedroom. Oh, and it’s my turn to have a little control.”

Porter looked a little unsure, even nervous, but he smiled and followed along. He is an extremely confident person and usually has the upper hand in our sexual situations. This little bit of vulnerability was something I should take advantage of.

We walked into the bedroom and I lay back on the bed and Porter crawled up over me. I looked right into his eyes. He seemed like he wanted to do something but didn’t know what to do. I reached up and pulled him down to me and began to kiss him. He was a little stiff and resistant at first, but I could feel his cock growing harder as the kissing continued. He eventually became more comfortable and was a more equal participant. He was actually a good kisser. After three years of being friends and fuck buddies, this was the first real kiss between us. The passion was building.

“Wow,” Porter said as he pulled back a little, “that was….um…amazing?”

“Is that a question or a statement?” I said as I smirked at him.

“It was a statement. I have just never kissed anyone. Ever.”

“Seriously dude? Are you that macho that you never bothered to kiss any of the guys you fucked?”

“It’s not macho. Whatever dude. Fuck you. I just…I don’t know…”

He decided to end the uncomfortable conversation by leaning down and kissing me again. We made out and rolled around on the bed for a bit. I really loved this. I have always liked Porter, but never pushed anything because he wasn’t apparently into it and I didn’t want to push him away. Maybe he felt this was his last chance to let me know how he feels.

Eventually, I rolled him on his back and I was the one on top, staring at him. I gave him a devilish smile as I pinned his shoulders down.

“I know you’re not used to this, but please, let me have my way for a while, ok?”

“Um…sure. I – I - --“

I leaned in and kissed him. I slowly and deeply kissed his mouth and then moved slightly to his neck. I kissed and lightly nibbled and licked his neck. He was moaning and breathing heavily. He tried to say something and I just gently put my hand over his mouth and kept going. I worked over both sides of his neck and then began a path down his chest. I softly kissed and licked his nipples. His moans and sighs were making me crazy. I took my time worshipping his perfect chest, under his arms, his torso and even his hands. When I took a few of his fingers into my mouth and sucked on them, I thought he’d lose it right there.

I continued on past his cock and balls, I was saving those for later. I brushed my mouth over his thighs, breathing lightly on them, taking in the musky scent of his crotch. I worked my way down his legs, using my hands to lightly touch them and my face to brush up against them. I got to his feet and decided to take my time with them.

Porter has such a beautiful body. It is so well toned from his cycling. He has these gorgeous feet. They always distracted me when we were just hanging out. He seemed to always have his shoes and socks off when he came over. Now, I could savor and worship them.

I licked each of his feet up and down, from the soles to the heels and back over the top of them. I gently massaged them as I moved over them with my mouth. Porter was truly in a state of ecstasy. He moaned and purred in ways I had never heard him do before. I took his big toe in my mouth and sucked on it as if it might cum for me. I did the same to the other. I licked and sucked at each of his toes before I went back over his soles and repeated the entire process all over again, savoring him even more the second time.

“Fuuuuck duuuude, he said breathlessly, “holy fucking shit. That was fucking amazing.”

“I’m not done yet. Now roll over.”

He easily complied and rolled over on his stomach. I climbed back up to his neck and kissed him lightly as I made my way down his back. I licked, slowly, right down his back to his ass and back up again. I did this a few more times as he sighed with pleasure. I rubbed my hands over his back and massaged his back muscles for a moment. I then licked even more slowly from his neck to his ass, but not stopping and going right down his crack this time.

I parted his ass and ran my tongue over his hole. There was the sweet smell of man musk and everything that came along with it. His hole had the pungent taste of maybe not getting as clean as he should down there. I took it all in as I licked and breathed on his ass, grabbing on to his cheeks and rubbing them. I dug in and tongue fucked his ass. He writhed a little and groaned. I could tell this was probably the first time he was getting his ass eaten. I spent a good long time, licking and sucking his ass. I almost didn’t want to stop. I love to eat a hot boy’s ass. But here was more for me to do.

I motioned for him to roll over again. He had the most adorable look on his face of sheer pleasure and a little confusion. I know we’ve never done anything like this and I’m pretty sure he’s never done this with anyone else. He was feeling sensual, passionate body worship for the first time. I could tell he loved it.

His cock was relaxed, just a bit flaccid, but definitely sporting a little wood. I took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other. His nine-inch cock was a beautiful sight. I can’t imagine anyone not wanting to worship it. Perfect in appearance, long, but not too thick, a very slight bend at the middle, a perfectly shaped head. I slid my tongue over the head and focused some attention on it. Slipping my tongue over his piss slit, around the base, taking just the head in my mouth and sucking lightly. I slid my tongue down the length of his now very hard shaft. I massaged his balls and then slowly licked at them. After tasting them, I went back and took his cock deep into my throat. I sucked on it with the sole purpose of getting it nice and wet.

After getting his cock all hard and glistening with my spit, I climbed up on him and hovered over him. I spit into my hand and rubbed it on my ass. Slowly, I lowered myself on his rock hard pole. I eased him into me. He moaned and groaned as I slid down and finally landed on him with his cock fully inside of me. I held myself there and leaned back, forcing his cock to go even deeper. Then, I leaned forward and kissed him. Once I pulled back up, I began to ride. I rode his cock nice and slow at first but it didn’t take me long to start bouncing up and down on him with a fierce speed. Every motion caused both of us to pant and squeal with absolute delight. His cock felt so amazing deep inside of me – a feeling I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to give up. I rode and rode until I could feel his body tense up. I pushed down and felt his cum blast inside of me. I shot my own load all over his chest. I leaned in and kissed him again. I pulled off of him and positioned myself with my head on his chest and my arm around him. He pulled his arm tightly around me. We just lay there, quietly enjoying the moment.

After a while, I broke the silence.

“I’m sorry, Porter.”

“For what? That might have been the best sex we’ve ever had. At least top three. Fuck. That was fucking amazing. You’ve been holding out on me.”

He wasn’t a jock, but his competitive spirit always came through. He was always ranking things.

“Well, I think you’ve kinda been holding out on me.”

“Yeah. I guess. Why are you sorry?”

“Because I don’t know if this will ever happen again. I don’t know what is going to happen, but I’ve gotten myself into something that I can’t avoid, even though I really want it and am turned on by it. But, now I feel like I’m going to lose something I want too. I didn’t know this could ever be us. Maybe it’s just for now, but I want more of us like this.” 

“Hey dude, let’s not even worry about that now. I’m still confused about this whole thing. My head is a whirlwind of stuff. I don’t know why you’d put yourself through this thing with that punk, but we’re here now.”

“Yeah. We’re here now.”

“We have all night to do whatever we want. Let’s not waste it.”

* * *

Dylan and Porter spent the rest of the night giving in to each other’s desires. For the first time, they were having sex as two people who really cared about each other, not just a quick fuck. They were exploring things with each other they never had. Dylan, who has a very sizable collection of sex toys and apparatus, added a new thing with a couple of dildos. Porter gave Dylan a blowjob for the first time as well. It was a really wonderful night for both guys. They eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms with Porter spooning Dylan.

All was well with the world until they heard the front door open – they never locked it before getting into their wild night – and someone walked in.

“Oh no,” Dylan said worriedly.