How I became addicted to cum control

I’ve always been a little bit shy. When I moved to Dallas I had just turned 22. I had been going out to bars for about a year and was finally becoming brave enough to venture out on my own occasionally.

I can remember vividly a specific night because it was such a monumental first for me. Looking back to that Friday evening I had ventured out alone. I was horny and had fully planned on getting a little drunk and going home with someone. I started the evening at a local bar that catered to the happy hour crowd. It seemed like the best place to grab a drink and relax into the evening. I ended up bumping into a couple friends that had met up after work. We did a few rounds of shots and had a few beers before they had to leave to go home to their boyfriends.

At this point it was approaching 9pm and I was starting to feel a little more flirty than what this bar was offering. I hopped in a cab and headed to a bar that catered more to the late night Levi and leather crowd. When I arrived it was all still a little quiet. I grabbed a seat at the bar and ordered a shot and a beer from the bartender. The guy sitting next to me at the bar started up a conversation and we hit it off. His name was Preston and he had worked late then stopped into have a couple drinks before heading home. About an hour later he said he needed to hit the road. He was going to head home to have another drink and take dip in his pool. Lucky for me, he invited me to join him. I, of course, jumped at the chance. He was in his 40’s, well-built ( muscular but with a belly…just the way I like it.) As an added bonus, he had to be at least 6’5”. I am just under 6 feet and like the extra size.

We paid our tabs and walked out to the parking lot. It was sometime in the middle of Summer in Texas, so it was still hot as hell even this late at night. As we walked up to his super nice Mercedes he took the opportunity to lean my back against it and kiss me for the first time. He was in full control and I had absolutely not objections. My dick was already rock hard and pushing at the front of my shorts. In hindsight, I probably should have worn underwear, but I have never really been a fan. We made out for a few minutes while he first ran his hands from my hips up under my tank top. He moved across my stomach and up my chest until he grabbed a nipple between both of his thumbs and pointer fingers. With our hips mashed together he could feel the tug on my nipples make my dick flex with each tug. As he stared into my eyes a huge smile stretched across his face. He dropped my shirt and reached behind me to open my door. Once I was inside he shut the door and then hopped in the diver seat and we were on our way. The drive home was fairly short and we returned to the normal conversation we had been having in the bar. I was a bit surprised when we pulled into my neighborhood and up to a house only two streets over from mine. He pulled into the driveway and around to the back of the house. He pushed a button on a garage door opener and then got out of the car and walked over to the garage door as it rolled up. We entered into his kitchen where he made us each a drink and then said he would be right back. He came back dressed in a t-shirt and swimsuit. He tossed me a pair of thin white shorts to borrow. So I excused myself to the bathroom to change into the shorts. I stripped down and put my clothes and shoes into a pile. I pulled on the shorts and realized the thin soccer shorts were not going to do much to hide my still semi-hard dick. My balls were aching to cum and even a gentle breeze would trigger a full blown boner.

When I came back into the kitchen, Preston was nowhere to be found. I sat my pile of clothes on the kitchen counter and walked toward a large glass door to the backyard. Preston was sitting at a patio table with our drinks. I walked over and picked up my drink and we started talking about how we were almost neighbors.

By this point of the evening, I had a great buzz going and it was only fueling how horny I was. Preston picked up on it and turned his chair to face where I was sitting. He asked if I wanted to get in the pool. I agreed and stood up. When I did, he reached out and took my hands. He pulled me over to stand in front of him while he was still sitting. My dick was already getting stiff. After he pulled me over to stand in front of him, he let his hands drop to either side of my legs. Starting at my knees, he slowly slide his hands up the outside of my thighs. With each inch he slowly rubbed up the outside of my legs. Across my knees and then up under the edge of the thin shorts that were now straining against my boner. Higher and higher. He was staring up into my eyes as the shorts finally slipped up high enough to expose my balls and then finally for my dick to spring free.

The hot night and increased sexual energy had me sweating already. Once the shorts had freed my dick they were trapped on the top side of my boner to leave my dick and balls exposed. Preston reached up and took the head of my dick between his thumb and pointer finger. With a gentle squeeze a pearl of precum formed on the tip. Keeping a firm grip on the head of my dick, his other hand reached up to rub the underside of my now aching balls.

I had my drink in one hand and my other hand resting on Preston’s shoulder. I was just as transfixed on him massaging my balls and the head of my dick as he was. As the precum bubbled over the tip and ran down he took his thumb and started to massage the now slick tip in slow teasing circles.

Preston took my drink out of my hand and set it down on the table. He slid his hands to my waist and then turned me to face away from him. My rock hard dick and balls still hanging out the bottom of shorts. Then I felt his hands again start at the outside of my knees and slowly climb up my legs until they were running under the back side of my shorts up over my ass cheeks. He was massaging my ass and gently pulling my cheeks apart and back together again. As he did, he let his thumbs slide to the inside of my ass cheeks - just on either side of my asshole. As he massaged my cheeks he used his thumbs to gently expose and spread my hole over and over.

My dick was throbbing and my balls were pulled up tight. The shorts were doing nothing to cover me. I could see my own reflection in the glass of the patio door to the kitchen. I watched as Preston went from massaging my ass to standing behind me. He and I both watched my reflection as his hands moved down to the waistband of the shorts. Then slowly pushed them down over my dick until it popped free and sprung back to attention. He lowered the shorts down to my ankles and then stood back up behind me. As we started at each other in the reflection of the glass he reached around and took at nipple in each hand. Rolling them between his thumbs and pointer fingers. My dick jumped and bobbed with each tug and I could feel the cool drop of precum that had formed on the tip.

I watched as Preston took a seat again in the chair behind me. As he did, his hands slid down from my nipples, across my stomach and then to my hips. He used my hips to move me a step backward. I felt one hand slide around to my ass. His fingers traced my ass crack from top to bottom. Down between my legs until I felt his fingers run across my balls as they reached up to grab my hard dick. As I watched in the glass door, he moved his open palm across my balls from back to front, continuing on until he was able to grab my dick from underneath. With a firm grip he slowly stroked my dick from underneath as his wrist created a wild friction across my tight balls. The feeling of his wrist sliding back and forth between my legs as he stroked drove me crazy.

He only let go for a moment to take both of my hands and move them up to my nipples. Taking his cue, I took over playing with my own nipples as he returned to stroking my dick from underneath between my legs.

Buzzing from the alcohol, I watch my reflection as I played with my nipples and had my dick stroked. Preston moved his free hand from my hip around to the small of my back and then up the center of my spine to my mid-back. With a grip on my dick between my legs, he used the hand on my back to bend me forward at the waist. Without letting go of my nipples I bent forward as he pulled my dick back into a position pointing straight down. His hand left my back as I heard him spit and then felt the spit in his free hand start to slick up my now downward pointing dick. He repeated this spit and slick process over and over until my dick, balls and ass crack had been covered and slicked up.

More spit and more stroking. As he continued the slow up and down pumping of my cock I could feel the thumb of his free hand moving in circles around my exposed asshole. This time when he spit, it was directly on my exposed hole. Over and over until I could feel the spit running down my crack and between my legs when he would continue to slick my dick with it. My legs were shaking as I started to approach the point of no return.

Preston could see me riding the edge. He slowed his stroking of my cock and released it until he was only holding it, in the downward pointing position, with one finger. His massaging of my asshole never stopped. He continued to spit on my exposed hole as he massaged. I felt his attention turn from my dick to my hole. I was so turned on that I felt like my hole was opening and closing with each circle of his thumb. Almost like it was begging for him to fuck me. He took his thumb and pointer finger and spread my hole open so each time he spit I could feel the hot wet splatter directly on my hole before he returned to teasing my hole. With each time he spit, he got a bit more aggressive with his rubbing until I could feel my hole start to take the tip of his thumb. Deeper and deeper with each circle. Finally, I felt his fingers spread my hole, felt the hot spit hit the exposed hole and then felt his thumb push in up to the first knuckle.

Without removing his thumb he started stroking my dick again. I had been so focused on my hole that the stroking my knees weak and tremble. He would pull my dick back, spit on it and then keep stroking. His thumb was moving in my hole in time with his strokes. Deeper and deeper. He took turns spitting on my dick and then on his thumb where it met my hole. Before long he was stroking my dick and fucking me with his thumb in a perfect rhythm. I was pulling on my nipples, moaning and really getting into it. My knees were so weak that I could barely stand up. I was getting so close to cumming that my legs were shaking like crazy.

Without warning I felt Preston remove his thumb from my hole. Keeping a grip on my dick he reached around and took my hand from my right nipple and brought it around to my ass. He spit on my asshole and then took my finger to rub it around my exposed hole. The stroking on my dick started again and he continued alternate spitting on my hole and using my finger to push it inside my exposed pucker. With enough spit and encouragement, Preston had me finger-fucking myself while he milked my cock between my legs. Once I was really getting into it, I felt him remove his hand so he could watch me finger my own hole. He would occasionally lean forward and spit on my hole so my finger stayed lubed up. He started working my dick in slow agonizing strokes. All the way to the tip then all the way to my balls. Back and forth so slow I could feel every nerve ending.

My knees were shaking as I started to get close to orgasm again. I had moved to using two fingers in my hole and using my free hand to play with my nipple. Preston let go of my dick and said “don’t stop fucking yourself”. Horny and near orgasm I did as instructed. I felt him reach down and lift one foot then the other as he helped me step out of the shorts around my ankles. I watched as he tossed the shorts a few feet in front of me on the ground. He stood up and moved around in from of me. He grabbed another patio chair and took a seat facing me about six feet away. He said “jerk off for me while you finger your hole - but don’t cum”. I was really into the whole scene so I did as he said. I stood up as much as I could to still finger my hole and start jacking my rock hard cock. He leaned back in his chair and was staring straight in my eyes … I could see a devilish smile across his face. Once he had my attention he said “ok - now cum for me”. I started jerking for all I was worth. I couldn’t seem to find a rhythm of jerking my dick and fingering my hole at the same time. I just left my finger buried deep in my hole and I stood a little straighter to jerk my cock. I remember starring straight into his eyes as I started to cum.

It was like reality snapped into focus.

The first vault of cum left my dick and I realized Preston was still fully dressed. I was naked, shorts on the ground five feet away, finger in my asshole and death grip on my boner in front of a guy I had only met hours earlier. But as we all know, once you start cumming there is no turning back. I kept furiously jacking. My face contorted into my ‘cumming face’ and my body convulsed as each shot left my dick. I remember how it felt for my asshole to tighten around my finger with each shot. I remember Preston sitting back in his chair. Arms folded across his chest. Fully clothed with a devilish grin on his face as I stood there naked and cumming for him. It seem like an eternity.

I kept jerking as cum shot out my dick over and over. My asshole grabbed my finger over and over. And all the while I stared into that smiling strangers face. As the convulsions slowed and my dick pumping slowed it took everything to stay on my feet. When I was done cumming I slowly stood up straight as my finger slipped out of my tender hole. I let go of my dick and stood there more exposed than I have ever been. Preston’s smile did not leave his face. He made no attempt to say something comforting to break awkward silence. I could feel my face turn red as the orgasm disappeared into the night. I remember thinking how bright the lights were in the back yard. This was not something done in the shadows. I had been stripped naked then finger-fucked myself and jerked off for a total stranger.

Without a word Preston stood up and grabbed the shorts off the sidewalk. I watched him turn and walk away into the brightly lit house. Not knowing what to do I started to follow him inside. He poked his head out the patio door and asked me to grab the drink glasses off the patio table. I picked up the glasses and then slowly walked across the patio into the kitchen.

Preston started up a conversation like nothing had just happened. As he rinsed the glasses and put them in the dishwasher, he said he had to get to bed so he could get up early the next day. He asked if I had any plans for the weekend. I instinctively said no. I was still embarrassed, bright red, naked, cum covering my hand standing in the bright kitchen.

Preston walked over and picked up my pile of clothes. He asked if I was ok to walk the couple blocks home or if I would like a ride. In my shock I told him I could walk. He said ok let me walk you out and then turned and walked out into the garage holding my pile of clothes. I wasn’t sure what else to do so I followed after him. I saw him walk past his car and out into the driveway behind his house. By the time I caught up to him he was still at the back of the driveway but out in the open where anyone could see if they drove by. Once I was in front of him he reached down with his free hand and grabbed hold of my limp dick. He used it to pull me in and give me a kiss. While still holding my dick he said. “that was hot. I had no idea how kinky you were.” I was stumbling to figure out what to say. My dick was betraying my embarrassment and starting to get hard again. He said, “tell you what, since we live so close you should stop by tomorrow around 5pm. I have a few friends coming over for a BBQ and pool party.” The whole time he was talking he was stroking my dick and it was rock hard again. Again, without warning, he took a step back quickly patted the top of my hard dick making it bounce wildly in front of me. Then handed me my pile of clothes, gave me a quick kiss and smacked me on the ass as he walked past me back towards the garage. Again, I just stood there with my head spinning. I watched him turn around at the kitchen door and hit the button to close the garage door. As he did, it triggered the security floodlights in the drive way. As the door lowered and trapped me naked and exposed to the street I heard him say. “See you tomorrow at 5”.

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