“Maybe I should give it a name. For now, just try to welcome it like a good roommate.”
It was all a game to him, and he seemed delighted with his own joke.
The object slowly started to slide into me, pressing against my asshole for a moment before finally pushing through some kind of barrier — my sphincter, I guess.
What a strange feeling.
Like something that shouldn’t be happening… yet was incredibly exciting.
This object felt completely different from the finger I had tried in the shower. And soon that new sensation spread as Julien kept pushing, forcing it deeper inside me.
I’m losing my anal virginity!
With a dildo!
I moaned as Julien kept trying to open me wider, though he was careful not to be too rough with my ass.
He pushed the thing several more centimeters inside before stopping when I instinctively pulled back.
“So? What does it feel like getting your ass opened for the first time?”
I didn’t dare answer. It felt like he wasn’t expecting one anyway.
The minutes passed, and Julien took advantage of my gradual relaxation to push the plug even deeper.
“Is there much left?” I asked.
My innocent question betrayed my anxiety, and Julien laughed.
“No, don’t worry. It’s a pretty small plug.”
A plug?
So it wasn’t even a classic dildo like I had imagined.
It was true the head wasn’t really defined : just a smooth plastic tube without any bumps… maybe that made it easier to start with.
And Julien was right. Soon I felt his fingers tapping against my cheeks. He had almost pushed it all the way in.
Suddenly a new fear hit me: what if this thing got stuck inside me and I couldn’t pull it out?
What if the plug got sucked up by my ass?
Julien gently patted my butt, chuckling:
“There you go. All ready for service, beautiful.”
He then walked around me and lay down on the bed before signaling that I should sit up.
“You’re going to suck my cock with that in your ass.”
Really?
“Uh… but why?”
“It’s simple.” Julien started explaining in a very relaxed, natural tone, as if he were discussing swim training. “You need to get used to taking something in your ass, and you’ve got the potential to really enjoy it. So I’m killing two birds with one stone. Instead of just sucking me off like usual, you’ll also have some anal stimulation at the same time. It’ll help open you up and get you used to having your hole stretched and occupied. And on top of that, you’ll start associating the pleasure of sucking me with your ass being spread open. Because I know you like my cock. Serving me. Swallowing my cum. And the more time passes, the more I can tell you want to go further but you’re too shy to admit it. So this is your next step… slut.”
I just stared at him.
Speechless.
Unable to argue with his logic : absurd and airtight at the same time. Something in me resonated when I heard it.
Like a strange revelation spreading through my body.
“Now Steph, suck me. And don’t touch the plug behind you. Forget it, or at least stop thinking about it. You’ll get used to it.”
I didn’t even nod. I simply fulfilled his prophecy, almost happy to serve him again. I had been waiting for that moment with the anticipation of discovering a new activity that already felt strangely thrilling.
Julien gave me new orders.
“Pull down my shorts. Yeah, like that. Now do the same with my boxer. Take them off.”
I followed his instructions and soon found myself face to face with his swollen, imposing cock, rising above his shiny, heavy balls resting on the bedsheets.
“Put them on the side of the bed. Good. Now lick my dick.”
I moved toward his cock with a hunger I didn’t even know I had. On all fours between his muscular thighs, I suddenly felt like a dog about to enjoy the treat his master had given him.
What the hell is happening to me?
I stuck out my tongue as if a delicious ice cream were right in front of my lips. I even drooled onto his red, leaking tip. The strong taste of his precum immediately flooded my taste buds.
“No, whore. Lick all the way along it. From under my balls to the tip.”
Got it.
I followed his orders and lifted his smooth, damp balls to reach underneath them. They were definitely cleaner and nicer than Greg’s, no doubt about that. Maybe I preferred them shaved?
Why does that even matter to me now?
So I licked from bottom to top along the full length of my nudist swimmer’s erect cock several times, feeling not a single hair, not the slightest rough spot. It was almost fascinating. His skin was so smooth and tight that it made the impressive size of his cock stand out even more.
After a good minute of enthusiastic licking, Julien finally ordered me to suck him, but only the hardened head.
Is he playing with me or what?
He knew I wanted more but he was sticking to that?
Maybe he wanted to frustrate me.
Fine. I’ll just suck the head then. That works too: less work for my jaw and no risk of gagging. Maybe I even prefer it that way!
He’ll see.
I started teasing his tip with growing enthusiasm, and soon I felt a familiar drop of precum forming on my tongue, spreading across my mouth with its sharp, bitter taste.
“Yeah… suck my tip, you little bitch. Suck your favorite treat.”
Julien had a way of exciting me more and more with his dirty talk, openly treating me like a woman. It should have repulsed me, but instead it gave me a strange, guilty thrill.
So I kept pumping his cock, making sure to swallow every drop of his precious fluid.
“Yeah… oh you suck me so well, my whore. Looks like you’ve really been craving it, huh?”
You’re the one craving it, man…
“Damn, you need your protein dose, is that it?”
For a moment I glanced again at the clock on the radio alarm.
2:18 PM.
Time was flying so fast.
And I still hadn’t been able to check if Adrien was already at the museum, waiting for me.
I had to hurry.
I needed to make him cum quickly.
So I started going deeper than just the firm mushroom head, taking about two-thirds of his cock into my mouth, which surprised him enough to make him grunt:
“So… you think you can just do whatever you want with your master’s cock now?”
I couldn’t answer, but I looked up at him almost defiantly, my mouth still full of his thick shaft.
“I’m the one in charge here, in case you forgot, slut,” he said coldly.
He placed both hands on either side of my head, grabbed it firmly, and started making me bounce on his cock. Steady, deep thrusts, until his shaft kept hitting the back of my throat.
“We’ll see, whore.”
The blowjob session that followed wasn’t very pleasant, I have to admit.
Apparently annoyed that I had taken the initiative earlier, Julien used my mouth without any restraint for a good ten minutes, pushing deeper and deeper into my mouth, pounding against the entrance of my throat with an almost obsessive intensity: he clearly wanted to push into my throat.
On top of that, I kept feeling the toy inside my ass shifting whenever I moved my hips too much, or when I had that instinctive need to tighten my sphincter. Each time it happened, I got this strange, almost painful reminder that a foreign object was lodged deep inside my most private place.
Not the easiest thing to focus through.
But there were a lot of new sensations, that was for sure.
Julien used my mouth entirely for his own pleasure, groaning and grunting more and more frequently, until every time he drove my mouth down onto his cock it was accompanied by insults and breathless complaints.
“Slut.
Fucking cock-sucker.
You’re gonna eat my cum.
You earned it, bitch.
Suck it, pump that cock!
Deeper, yeah!”
And just as I started wondering how I could avoid taking his whole load too deep and choking on it, Julien suddenly pushed me down on his cock, almost forcing his rock-hard tip past the knot of my throat, where it throbbed violently, ready to explode.
And that’s exactly what happened:
“Fuuuuck! I’m coming!”
With his hands clamped behind my neck, there was no way to pull back or avoid the flood I was about to swallow. And Julien still had plenty left in his balls, because his first shot literally blasted straight into my throat with insane pressure, bypassing my mouth entirely. I barely even tasted it, I just got a clear demonstration of the force behind his release.
I had barely managed to swallow the first jet when another followed, slightly less deep.
But it still made me gag.
“Swallow it all, slut. Don’t waste a drop.”
What followed was a mess of panicked groans and surprised noises from me as wave after wave of new sensations hit me all at once: the persistent plug in my ass, my own cock leaking inside my boxer, and above all Julien’s powerful bursts flooding my mouth.
I was completely overwhelmed.
Julien kept coming inside my mouth, using it like his personal cum dump, until finally his trembling and groaning subsided.
Then, completely casually, he told me to be a good little whore and finish my job the way I usually did — with what he considered an essential final step.
“Clean up after yourself properly. Like when you do the housework, slut. You polish everything and vacuum it up nicely, right?”
My mouth still full of the last of his release, I nodded.
I must have looked pathetic.
A quick glance to the side:
2:40 PM.
Shit.
I sucked, cleaned, and licked along the length of his cock, wiping away every trace of his climax until nothing suspicious remained except the generous layer of my own saliva coating it.
“OK slut. You did a good job.”
He lifted my face slightly, a faintly dominant smile spreading across his lips.
“Now you’re going to be a good girl and get out of here. I’m going to take a nap now.”
“Okay.”
I almost added “Sir” after that, but stopped myself, unsure whether Julien would actually like that or not.
As I stood up to leave, I almost forgot that the damn plug was still filling my ass.
I had nearly walked out with it still inside me!
Apparently I had already gotten used to it: it wasn’t even that uncomfortable anymore.
I grabbed the base of it and started pulling, grimacing, which made the swimmer’s eyes widen.
“Hey, slut… you’re not supposed to take it out in front of me. Let’s add a new clause to our deal: you’ll wear it the next times you’re with me, whenever you’re serving me like a good little slut: ass open and filled, okay?”
Helpless in front of these strange demands, I simply nodded.
“Take it out in your room. But try to keep it in for a while, alright? It’ll help stretch you out.”
Did he really plan to fuck me?
Did I even want to go that far?
And would it even be possible given his size?
In any case, I hurried back to my room, making sure no one saw me sneaking out of the blond swimmer’s room like a thief. Every step made the plug move inside me.
Such a strange feeling.
I had to take it out though, would be awfull to walk around the musem with that thing in my butt all the time.
I took it out slowly, it's strange texture rubbing all the way through my insides, and put it near my bed, covering it with a book so nobody would spot it easily. I then quickly changed clothes so I’d look presentable for Adrien at the museum. Finally I checked my messages:
Four unread texts.
All from Adrien.
12:59 : I’m going to grab lunch outside with some friends. We still meeting at the museum this afternoon?
1:40 : What time do you think you’ll be there?
2:22 : I’ll be in the lobby.
2:44 : Dude, are you not coming anymore?
SHIT.
That idiot Julien was going to make me miss a great cultural outing!
I quickly reassured my biologist roommate:
“Sorry, couldn’t answer earlier. I’m on my way! Start without me if you want!”
Three minutes later (just enough time for me to finish getting ready), Adrien replied:
“Oh alright. I’ll grab a coffee at the museum bar while I wait.”
Luckily the museum wasn’t very far from our district. About fifteen minutes later (spent running and calling myself an idiot for agreeing to suck that damn blond jerk), I was already stepping through the tall doors of the Guimet Museum.
I spotted Adrien almost immediately when I entered the museum lobby. He was exactly where he’d said he would be: sitting at the small café near the entrance, long legs stretched under the table, a cup of coffee in his hands. Even in that crowded hall he stood out easily: very tall, straight posture, that calm, slightly distant expression he often wore.
When he noticed me jogging toward him, slightly out of breath, he raised an eyebrow:
“Wow. I was concerned man.”
“Sorry,” I said, trying to catch my breath. “I got… delayed.”
“That much I figured.”
There was a faint smile at the corner of his lips. Not mocking: more amused than anything else.
“You ran all the way here?”
“Mostly,” I admitted.
Adrien stood up, towering over me as usual. Up close he smelled faintly of coffee and soap.
“Well, good. I was about to start without you.”
“I told you to.”
“Yeah, but it’s nicer with a guide.”
A guide.
The word sent a small spark of satisfaction through me. Maybe reading that magazine earlier hadn’t been such a bad idea after all.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Let’s go.”
What we saw in there was the beginning of something very special with Adrien.
Something I would have never imagined living one day.
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