My Fudge Packer

After my birthday weekend and the first blowjob of my life, I thought life couldn’t get any better. I fell asleep in my boyfriend’s arms and woke up with him still lying next to me. So, I reached my hand over to my nightstand and opened my phone. That way I could take a few pictures of his beautiful face in the middle of his dreams. I hoped that he was dreaming of our wedding day, just like my dreams were about him that night. But I just watched as his eyelashes fluttered in dreamland. I felt his arm around my back holding me closely by his side and his soft breath tickling the hairs on my nose as he gave off the softest but cutest snore. 

Sure enough, our long weekend was coming to a close and he had to go back home for work the next day. But again, I knew each night we would talk on the phone for a few hours and it made me feel so much better about watching the tail lights of his car drove off down the road. 

On Wednesday night, I was live streaming for my fans. In real life, I’m a YouTuber and it was the final night of Pride month so we had an entire pride night celebration to end the holiday month with a live concert. Mark tuned in to the show without me knowing it in advance. I went on for two hours playing love songs dedicated to him and spent the entire time talking about how amazing of a boyfriend I have. Sure enough, he commented and told me he was watching and it shocked me. At some points, he even stood up for me when another audience member called me a bit overweight (I’m 215 pounds by the way which is completely normal for my age). But Mark was quick to defend me and called me gorgeous...which was a word I have never been described as before.

I wanted so badly to say three words to him that night but I felt like those words were much better served in person on the following night when we went on another date. Soon enough it was the next day. We drove half an hour to meet in the city in between us. We had a nice walk around the shopping mall once again just like our first date but this time, we were holding hands. 

Then, we went to a nice place for dinner. While we were waiting for our food to come out of the kitchen, Mark came across the table, leaned down, and whispered in my ear, “I love you.” 

“I love you too. Dang it, I was gonna say that first.” I replied.

Mark pulled out his phone and took our picture. I was smiling ear to ear with joy that I found my soulmate finally. I still have that picture framed and sitting on my office desk as I sit here and write this story because it reminds me of how much Mark loves me and it brings me a smile each time I remember it’s in my peripheral vision. 

After dinner, we went to get ice cream and went to see a movie called, “A Quiet Place II” in a theater. It was the first movie I saw in a theater for quite some time because of the pandemic. But as we sat down, Mark immediately put his arm around me and pulled me in as close as he could so my head was resting on his shoulder. 

“Are you sure?” I asked politely.

“What do you mean, am I sure? You’re my boyfriend,” he replied.

“I mean, there’s a lot of people here. None of my exes wanted to be known as the gay couple in the front row of the theater and they were afraid other people would stare.”

“Let ‘em, I love you and you’re the only one I care about in this room.”

It was a nice movie. Every time the monster appeared on screen, I felt his arm pull me in closer and hold me so I felt safe. Every time the actors on screen would kiss, he would kiss the top of my head. And at the end of the movie, as the credits started to roll, he kissed me on the lips as everyone was leaving the theater. I knew he kissed me right then to show me how little he cared about other people staring because the lights were up again and everyone could see clear as day he was kissing another man. 

We once again said our goodnights in the same parking lot of our first date. He kissed me and we started making out. Our bodies were pressed up against each other and his hands were softly rubbing my back. But I couldn’t go home without giving him one more sign of affection. I reached my hand down and groped his cock from the outside of his jeans. To my surprise, he was already hard as a rock. I guess he really does find me attractive.

Our tongues continued sword fighting in between our open lips and I felt his hand lift up my shirt and go below my belt. His hand was now cupping one of my ass cheeks but my ass was all his to take, whenever and wherever he wanted. Sure, I didn’t think it would be standing in the middle of a parking lot at ten o’clock at night with just the street lights to illuminate the asphalt and our two cars. But it was all his to take and I could feel my cock trying to bust out of my shorts. 

Sadly, we both knew that our first time should be more romantic and should be in a little more private setting. So, we said goodnight and got in our separate cars to go home. He started his car and drove away. I just stared down at my phone putting in the directions for my GPS to get home. I looked up and his car was gone and turning away at the traffic light exiting the parking lot. 

I was now sitting in a lone car in the middle of a dark parking lot. I could still feel my cock pressing up against my underwear and shorts as if it was being held in a prison cell. I quickly looked around and saw no one nearby, no security cameras, and Mark was on the highway already. 

So, I unzipped my shorts. I couldn’t even unzip them all the way before my dick poked out of the hole. I had no idea if anything was going to happen that night so I shaved my privates before work that morning to keep things nice and smooth down there. But as my cock poked through my shorts, I felt my underwear fall back onto my skin and I felt the cold drops of precum soaking the fabric in a few different places. Mark really had quite an effect on me, especially when he was holding my bare ass. 

I looked in the back seat of my car and sadly my backpack full of a change of clothes wasn’t there. So, I knew I had no other choice but to take off one of my socks. It quickly ran through my brain, I could use my left sock but that would be way less fun. For if I used my right sock, I could wear it all the way home. Every time I step on the gas or the brake pedal, I would feel my warm cum ooze between my toes. So, I chose to take off my right sneaker and sock before slipping it over my enlarged cock. 

I glanced over the parking lot again to see if any other cars or security were in the area. No one was there still so I wrapped my hand around my shaft. But rather than just jerking off as tight as I could like many times before, I wanted this time to be different. So, I lightly held my sock in my hand and let it ever-so-softly glide over my shaft and tip. It felt closer to the feeling of Mark blowing me. Then, I closed my eyes and imagined making out with him again. I imagined him lifting up my shirt and cupping my ass cheek all the while, my hand and sock were putting the slightest pressure on my tip and shaft. I even started pretending I was making out. I licked my lips and stuck my tongue out of my mouth, waving it in the air. 

From how soft my touch on my cock was, it took a few minutes for my jerking-off session to build to its crescendo but it was well worth it. When I neared my breaking point, I started imagining Mark sitting in my passenger seat, bent over to the driver’s seat, and blowing me in the parking lot. It took me over the edge and quickly I started spurting out drops of thick sperm all over the inside of my sock. “OH, fuck Mark!” I called out as my final shot rocketed out of my shaft. 

I gave myself a moment to calm down as my cock started to go flaccid. Then, I took the sock off of my shaft and laid it on my knee. The tip of my cock was still shining with cum under the light of the nearby streetlight above the empty parking lot. And I knew from experience, there was still some cum left in the tube inside of my shaft. So, I gripped the base of my shaft with a circle of fingers and rolled up the shaft to squeeze out any leftover cum like my dick was a tube of toothpaste. My other hand was positioned at the top of my tip to catch any cum oozing out. Sure enough, there was a big drop left which I quickly licked off of my fingers. 

Finally, I put my sock back on my foot and felt the warmth of my cum drenching the outside of my toes before putting my shoe back on and beginning to drive home. Just as I thought, with every tap of the gas pedal and every tap of the brakes, I felt the overwhelming feeling of how much of a perv I just was in the parking lot. It gave me great pleasure to know how horny Mark got me, so much that I couldn’t wait until I got home. 

When I arrived back home, Mark had a text message waiting for me that he got home safe. I texted him the same. Quickly, he replied, “Did you hit traffic? I wouldn’t think there would be this much traffic this late at night.”

“No.” I replied, “I had to take care of something before I headed out.”

“Take care of something?”

“You made me insanely hard. You couldn’t grab my ass and expect me to wait until I got home, could you?”

“I guess not. Glad you had fun. Next time, I promise I’ll finish what I start.”

“You better.” I replied as we said goodnight in text messages and ‘I love you’s. 

Every night for another few days, we spent hours on the phone each night. By the fifth night, I started telling him how much I missed his arm holding me. We both started propping our phones up against something on our nightstands and laying down to go to sleep with the video call still going. He always let me drift off to sleep while watching his head on his pillow on my phone. After he knew I was asleep, he ended the video call before going to sleep himself. Our video calls were nice but nothing beats the real thing of having him here to hold me. 

On Thursday afternoon, he texted me and asked if I had plans that night. I told him that my only plans were to call him and figure out what we were doing for the weekend when I had originally planned on coming to his apartment again the next day. 

“Great! Wanna go to dinner?” he texted me.

“Of course. Want to meet in the middle again?” I replied.

“No, I’m on my way to your house now. Got off work early and just getting gas in my car. I’ll pick you up and we can go to that Italian place you were mentioning to me last time I was in town.”

“Well aren’t you my Romeo? I can’t wait but drive safe.”

He picked me up outside my house and we went to dinner where we ordered a pizza with bacon toppings. It was nothing compared to his meat but still fantastic. After paying our tab, we went back to my house to cuddle on my bed. As things always do between Mark and I, we started cuddling closer and closer until my hand was cupping the outside of his shorts around his growing cock and we were pecking our lips together in quick kisses. 

“I really appreciate you coming down here and surprising me like that,” I told him.

“It’s what any boyfriend would do.”

“Yeah but not any of my exes. That was super sweet of you. And it makes me want to do something extra sweet to you in return.” I whispered softly in his ear as I started rubbing his shaft up and down from the outside of his shorts. 

“Oh really?” he replied as I started kissing his neck and sucking on it. I began hearing him moan softly as I began whispering very dirty talk in his ear. 

“Now, just lay back and imagine my lips licking your balls and shaft,” I whispered as I softly squeezed my hand below his belt and inside of his pants before holding his cock in the palm of my hand. “Then…” I continued as I sucked on his neck a little more in a new spot. “Imagine my lips softly making their way over your shaft and your cock fucking my head until you shot your entire load in my throat so I can go to sleep with a proper belly full.”

“I told you Hunny, next time I want to finish what I start.”

“And you can finish inside of me as many times as you’d like. You deserve it.” I whispered as I continued sucking on his neck and stroking his shaft from the inside of his pants. 

“No, I mean something more than that, and I want to make your first time really romantic.”

“Oh, okay. What’s more romantic than right here? You just surprised me with dinner which is the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me. I can put on some nice music. We can light a candle and make love under the glow of the flame.”

“Just trust me.”

“Okay but I’m allowed to give you a preview,” I replied as I started unbuttoning his shorts and pulling them down a few inches, allowing his cock to be exposed.

“I said, trust me.”

“And I do trust you but I want you going home tonight with a raging boner as you left me last time we were together,” I said while my face was below his cock. I began licking his ball sack and bouncing his shaft and tip on my face as I continued explaining the method to my horniness. “But you have to promise not to jerk off tonight or tomorrow. That way you’re dying to rip my clothes off of me tomorrow when I see you again.”

“I won't,” he replied. 

Quickly, I pulled off my pants, turned my body around, positioned my ass beside his face as I bent over and swallowed his shaft. I began going to town on his dick, using every trick in the book I’ve learned over the years to make a guy shoot faster. It didn’t take even a second for him to figure out why I positioned my ass so close to him and why I was kneeling on the bed doggie-style. He quickly caught on and started circling my hole with his fingers. 

It felt like the best sensation I have ever experienced. I had a cock in my mouth and fingers circling my ass, warming me up for the main event. If he hadn’t told me otherwise, I would normally have let him cum in my mouth or let him finger me a little while longer before flipping around and taking it in the ass. But he promised to make the weekend one I would never forget. So, I pulled off of his cock and he pulled his hand away from my hole.

I began to stand up when he quickly said, “Wait, hold up. Don’t get up yet.” I let my head fall on his thigh and I looked over to see his cock towering above my face. I wanted so badly for him to jerk off right then and cover my face with his white juices before leaving for the night. That way I would be properly used as a submissive. But instead, I looked back to see him licking his finger a few times and I knew what was coming. 

He lathered up his middle finger with saliva before placing it above my hole and pressing it against my opening. “Let me know if this hurts and I’ll stop,” he explained before pushing his finger inside. It didn’t hurt at all. In fact, I closed my eyes and went into a state of total euphoria. He twisted his hand slightly so he could go deeper inside of me. But still, I felt zero pain and every bit of pleasure. My cock was the happiest it has ever been and apparently it was showing. “Wow, you’re dripping a lot of precum for someone that only has a finger up their ass right now. I haven’t even touched your dick at all.”

“What can I say? I’m in heaven.” I somehow mumbled in my state of submission. 

He fingered me for a few minutes more, gliding his finger in and out of my hole and twisting it to make me feel better with every move. Eventually, I couldn’t take it any longer. I circled his shaft with my lips again and started blowing him as fast as I could go. He pulled his finger out of my ass and stopped me from sending him over the edge. 

“Do you really want to spoil what I have planned for us tomorrow?”

“No. But that felt incredible.”

“Just imagine how incredible it will feel with my dick inside of there to open you up even more tomorrow.”

“And you just go home tonight imagining how tight my hole is right now and how much you’re going to nut deep inside of me tomorrow. Try not to get too many boners at work thinking about that.”

We watched television until both of our cocks went down a little. He sadly had to go home for the night but I spent the rest of my night prepping. I went to the shower and douched until the water ran clear. I used my anal training kit and spent 30 minutes with each plug in my hole to loosen me up for the weekend. I even suction-cupped my dildo to the wall of my bedroom and fucked myself for a literal hour, making sure not to hit my prostate the entire time. And I know it was an hour because I set a timer on my phone. I wanted no chance of being too tight the next day. 

But one thing I made sure of, not to cum the entire time or even touch my dick. Sure, it was dripping precum the entire time and it was used to getting jerked off while I used any of these toys or douche but this time, my dick had to wait for its prize which drove me mad inside. 

The following morning, I woke up and packed my bag. I made sure to pack ten condoms because I honestly didn’t know how many tries we would need to get it right or how many times we would do it in the four-day weekend ahead of us. I made sure to pack a brand new bottle of lube and a towel for cleaning up afterward. I also packed a few toys including my training kit to make sure I was prepared in case things weren’t going well and we needed some help warming my ass up for its first ride. 

As I was packing, I wanted to play with him a little. So, I put on my mesh jockstrap and took a few dirty pictures of myself packing my bag. There was one of me from the front packing my T-shirts where the bag covered my crotch area with the comment under it saying, ‘Packing my bag but secretly hoping I end up being the one packed with your cum this weekend’. Another picture from behind showing me bent over my bed with my ass exposed and a comment saying, ‘So tired, I just wish my boyfriend would use me properly’. 

And finally, a fresh picture of my arse hole with the comment underneath instructing him to imagine that hole dripping his white cream down my perineum and all over my blue ball sack. Oh, and he was at work the entire time I was sending them so I knew he couldn’t do a damn thing about the pictures other than reply with his horny comments and try to hide his boner under his desk.

As soon as he got off work, he called me from the car and told me how it was picture day for their new ID cards at work. And since I didn’t understand why he was telling me, he reminded me how many hickeys I left on his neck the night before. But moments later, I was heading out to my car with my weekend bag and he made sure to remind me how I really didn’t need any clothes. “We’re going to the bar tonight but after that, you’re going to be in bed all weekend puppy.” 

“Oh, I see. I drive you crazy at work so now you want your revenge driving me crazy all the way to your apartment.”

“No, I’m just stating the facts. I’m going to ravage your body this weekend and make love to you all weekend long.”

Truth be told, I drove all the way to his apartment that Friday night with a tiny butt plug in my hole. But as soon as I got to his apartment, I went to the bathroom, took it out, and washed it off before sneaking it back into my backpack full of clothes. 

We went to a gay bar that night where Mark had a few vodka cranberry cocktails and I had a few tall glasses of soda. He is used to drinking alcohol but only once in a while. I never had a sip of alcohol in my 29-year-life and I decided it best to be the designated driver to make sure we got home safe no matter what. After all, I love Mark and would never want to see him get hurt just because he wanted to have a drink every once in a while. 

Maybe I had a few too many sodas because, by the time we got back to his apartment, I was on the toilet as sick as a dog...a real dog. Sure, it may not have been the best idea to drink as many tall glasses of Pepsi as Mark had tiny glasses of vodka and cranberry. And it may not have helped matters that I just douched the night before so my system was primed. And it likely didn’t help that I was nervous for my first time having anal and was constantly thinking about it for the past 24 hours. 

But when I came back to the bedroom, Mark already had a movie on the television. He put on the movie, “It” just so we could cuddle. I was honest with him that it might not happen tonight because I was sick from having too much soda. This next part is the biggest reason I love Mark and the main reason I wanted him to be the man to take my virginity in the first place. He just politely asked me to lay down and cuddle with him as he calmly asked me, “Why do you put all this pressure on yourself all the time? I’m not going to leave you if we don’t have sex tonight and I’m not going to get upset if you want to wait for whatever reason. All I want to do is cuddle with you and watch a movie. We have our whole lives for everything else.”

I couldn’t help myself from crying at how beautiful that was. He is the first man to really understand me on that deepest of levels. He’s the first to care for my wants and needs, not expecting or demanding anything in return. I knew whenever the moment was right, this was the man I wanted to share my first time with. So, we just started watching the movie. 

As it turns out, he was tired and fell asleep with me held tightly in his arms, resting my head on his shoulder. I couldn’t sleep. After all, I just had five Pepsi glasses in a row a few hours earlier. So, I just watched his eyelashes flutter again in his dreams. I started wondering what he must be dreaming about. But every time I let my mind wander too far and thought about us both dreaming of our wedding day, the movie would have another character screaming in the background and I would get torn away from my fantasy. 

After the movie was over, I tried to shut my eyes and fall asleep again. I eventually was able to fall asleep but not for long. An hour later, he woke up and had to use the toilet which sadly meant he had to remove his arm from under my head. And sadly, when he came back to bed, I couldn’t fall back asleep and neither could he. 

The good news was, we started talking, and talking led to kissing. That led to his hand groping me on the outside of my mesh jockstrap, which was the only thing besides a T-shirt that I wore to bed. “Don’t you start something you won’t finish this time.” I whispered to him while in the pure bliss of having him handle my cock again.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked politely. 

“Yeah, I think I’m back to normal but I definitely learned my lesson with so much soda.”

“Then, you wouldn’t mind if I put on some music then, would you?”

“I would love that.”

He put on some really romantic playlist on his phone that he created just for us. I knew he probably used a few of those songs before with other guys he was with but the first track was one from my favorite artist, Troye Sivan, and a song called “Bloom” which was all about bottoming for a man. So, to me, it was perfect and a really romantic gesture. He then asked if I had condoms and I quickly went over to my bag and fetched the condoms and lube, placing both on his nightstand beside the bed. 

I hopped back in bed and climbed on top of him. This was it. This is what I’ve been waiting for all my life. Mark was going to be the man to take my virginity right here and right now. I couldn’t hold back any longer from the words I wanted to say my entire life - words I didn’t fully understand the meaning of until very recently. I knelt down to kiss him one more time. Then, I got my nose so close to his that I could feel the tiny hairs on my nose caress the tiny hairs on the tip of his. Finally, I whispered to him, “I love you with everything I have to give, now and forever. And I need you to fully understand everything this means to me.”

“I love you too and I always hoped I could share this with someone like you. Someone who I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.” With his reply, he bent his head up to kiss me. I felt his tongue escape his lips and open up mine so our tongues could go salsa dancing together once again. I closed my eyes as his hand made its way under the back of my mesh jockstrap. He pulled them down so the jockstrap was bridging his body and my arse and cock were fully exposed. 

He tugged on my shaft a few times to ensure I was hard. But truthfully, after the past 36 hours of prepping and from knowing what was to come next, I didn’t even have to look down to know this was the biggest and hardest my cock has ever been in my life. Then, Mark took his fingers around to my arse and started fingering me once again. I started sucking on his neck and kissing every inch of his throat, knowing full well that I was going to leave my marks, and knowing it got him that much hornier.

“Now, just imagine that big cock of yours escaping from your tight shorts and opening that tight hole of mine for the first time.”

“Fuck yeah,” he replied as he started gliding his finger in and out of my hole using just the precum off my own cock.

“OH,” I started moaning over and over, “That feels amazing but I need something more. Something much bigger to fill me from the inside.” I moaned as he continued fingering in and out.

I started kissing his chest as he removed his finger from inside of me. I made my way down his treasure trail, kissing every centimeter along the way. I unbuttoned his tight pants and unzipped his fly like a seasoned pro. My true instincts were finally taking over because my brain knew that his cock was always longing to find its home deep inside of my ass. 

Without a second thought, I ripped off his pants as he tossed his shirt to the floor beside our bed. I took a quick second to look down at Mark, lying there naked as the day he was born. For our entire lives, our hearts have always beat in synchronization. No matter who we were with before, his heart always beat for mine and mine always beat for him. And now it was time for us to mesh our heartbeats together by telling each other how much we love one another without any words.

I knelt back down and kissed his lips once again as he began pulling my shirt up and over my head, tossing it to the floor next to his shirt. “Get on the bed,” he instructed me. 

I did as I was told. Mark stood up and got behind me. I was now in the doggie-style position on the bed with my face on a pillow. He helped me get my jockstrap off my legs so my entire body was bare for him to take on its first ride. “Don’t forget to wear one of those,” I said as I motioned to the nightstand with the condoms.

“Don’t you worry puppy, we’re nowhere even close to that. This is just the warm-up act...I told you, I want your first time to be super romantic.” He softly whispered to me as he spread my arse cheeks with his hands and guided his mouth in between. Then, his lips started kissing my outer ring and I could feel his tongue spread his lips apart. 

“Holy shit” is all I could exhale as his tongue began licking the outer ring of my hole and softly started to penetrate my hole, licking the inside of my ass and eating me out. Every time I moaned, he would press his face harder into my arse cheeks and bury his tongue in my hole. 

Eventually, I downright begged for his cock. I never thought in a million years I would act so submissive to beg as much as I did but there I was, begging for mercy and release. Don’t get me wrong, I have always been submissive but never to this level before. I never thought in a moment like this, I would beg so much. So, finally, he let his right hand go and left my arse cheek pressed up against the cheek of his face. I thought he was finished eating me out and now we get to move onto his dick pounding me but no such luck.

He then took his free hand and wrapped just the tip of my cock from underneath me. I was oozing plenty of precum for him at this point, which he then used to massage the tip of my cock while eating my ass out with eagerness in his tongue. 

Finally, after a few moments of pushing me to the breaking point and letting go, then pushing me to the breaking point once again, he backed up from eating me out and let my cock go free, dangling underneath me. I never wanted to cum as much as I did at that moment but I knew something better was about to happen. I knew I wasn’t too far off in my assumption. After all, just then he reached over to the nightstand and got the bottle of lube.

As for what happens next, you’ll have to wait for Chapter 3 cumming very soon. After all, you know how I like to tease and play with my men before the main event. You saw this cumming.