My number one cocksucker

I wake up in the morning and think to myself that I need to cum. I have lectures today, and I don’t want to sit in class with my cock hard and my balls full. Of course, I can catch Wade somewhere on the campus and fuck him quickly in the locker room or a toilet cubicle, but he’s the last option I’d consider. He always bugs me with this romantic nonsense like kissing and being affectionate. I hate it. I don’t have boyfriends. I have boys, and Wade could be a good boy if I bothered to reshape him. But I didn’t, so Wade’s excluded. Dylan? He’s my anal champ, but I’ve already fucked him this week, so he’s not an option either. Mason? Well, Mason needs special treatment, or things aren’t going to work. I have to conquer this little fucker over and over again and show him that he belongs at my feet. He’s totally worth the effort, but I’m not in this kind of mood today. I’m in the mood for Luke, my number one cocksucker. He’s the best, but don’t tell him this, or you’ll spoil the kid.

I call him up, and it seems like he’s been waiting by the phone because he answers immediately.

“Hey, cocksucker,” I say. “Today’s your day. You have three minutes, and the clock starts now.”

This Luke boy is incredible. It actually takes him two minutes to get to my place. We live in the same building near the campus, and I gave him the keys to my apartment so he could drop by whenever I want. It’s convenient because now I don’t have to get out of the bed and open the door for him. Luke knows how privileged he is, so he’ll never abuse my trust.

He walks quietly into my room, kneels by the bed, and kisses my feet to greet me and express his love and devotion. Then he kicks off his shoes, takes off his shorts, and leaves only his jockstrap on. He’s short, slim, and smooth, his red hair always tousled, and his freckled face so beautiful that you want to cum on it at least once a day. He gets under the blanket, and I feel his lips wrapping gently around my cock. I don’t need to say anything. I piss into his mouth, and he swallows my morning piss as if it’s lemonade or something. He’s very focused, though. Drinking my piss is not a joke for him, not just some kinky foreplay before we go straight to the business. He takes it seriously because that’s what I like.

When I’m done, he kisses my ass, and my cock gets hard right away. I don’t touch the kid. I don’t want to rush him. I just throw my arms behind my head, lift my legs, and enjoy myself. He runs his tongue lovingly over my flexing asshole, and it feels wonderful. My cock twitches and oozes some precum onto my abs. As if reading my thoughts, Luke shifts attention to my balls the moment I want it. He feels me. He knows me so well that I don’t even need words to communicate with him. He sucks my balls into his mouth—both at the same time—and rolls them around with his tongue. Then he pops them out and sucks on the sensitive skin of my scrotum. Fuck, the kid is miraculous!

“Yeah boy!” I sigh as my cock plunges deep into his mouth.

I call him a cocksucker for a reason. He loves sucking cock more than anything else. And he doesn’t need to do much right now because I’m already turned on. He knows it, and he knows what to do. He gets to work, his head moving up and down, up and down the length of my cock. Slowly at first, then quicker and quicker. He looks up at me worshipfully as my cock thrusts into his throat and rubs against it, almost suffocating the boy. He’s so beautiful that I can’t hold back. I reach out to ruffle his hair, to touch him, to let him know I like what he’s doing. He closes his eyes blissfully, and when he opens them up, I spit in his face. He moans. Now I have to be careful because he’s very, very sensitive, and it won’t be long before he shoots into his jocks from overexcitement. So I just lay back and let the boy do his job. Soon, it’s my turn to moan as I shoot a massive load into Luke’s mouth, down his throat.

“Good day to you, Andrew,” he murmurs, kissing my cock tenderly.

I smile and light up a cigarette. My cock is still hard, and I don’t need a break, so Luke turns around. He has the hottest butt I’ve ever seen. It’s perfectly shaped and incredibly smooth. It’s simply gorgeous. With the cigarette in my mouth, I grab the boy by the hair and force my throbbing cock into his tight little butthole. He moans and arches his back as I fuck him hard and painfully, the way we both love it. For me, hurting a boy is pure bliss, and the more I like him, the more I will try to hurt him. If he complains, I’m not interested, but if he can put up with it, he’s totally my type. Luke never complains. He just relishes this pain as it slowly turns into the pleasure of being fucked and being owned. He needs to be owned, and I need to own, so we’re both in our places. I pick up pace, and my thrusts are getting more and more aggressive. He whines and whimpers, and this is where I usually slow down to enjoy it, but I can’t stop now. A few more thrusts, and I’m shooting another load, right into his butt.

“You okay?” I ask, holding the boy in my arms, my hard cock still in his butt.

He hasn’t caught his breath yet, so he just nods. I see a wet spot on his jocks. He shot, too.

“That’s my boy,” I whisper, stroking his skinny chest.

He cuddles up to me and relaxes in my arms. He feels safe with me, and that’s a big deal.

I let him go, and he cleans up a bit, licking my cockhead and kissing my cock as it’s getting soft. Then he takes off his jocks and puts them aside. I can’t let him walk around the house like this, wiggling his naked butt in front of my face, or I won’t calm down!

“Did you see the guys?” I ask.

“No, they must be out already,” he says.

“Then get your butt to the kitchen and make me something to eat,” I say. “And get dressed!”

He goes to the kitchen. I get out of the bed, warm up a little, then do 50 pushups and 50 crunches. I feel awesome. I always feel awesome after sex. I take a shower and shave my face, whistling some upbeat melody to myself. Luke is making coffee and some sandwiches for me. He put on my T-shirt which is largely oversized for his small body. It covers his butt, but I still know he’s naked underneath, so I only need to hold out my hand to touch his smooth round buttcheeks. It drives me crazy...

He sits quietly across the table while I’m eating and scrolling through the news feed on my phone. I don’t pay attention to him, but I know he’s looking at me admirably — that’s his fetish. He loves to admire me while I’m eating. He says I look especially sexy in the process, and it amuses me because I always look especially sexy to the kid.

“Take some,” I say when I’m done eating.

“Oh thanks, I’ve already had breakfast,” he says.

That’s what I’m talking about. I don’t see him when he eats, or works out, or urinates, or takes shit, or cleans up his ass. I only see a well-groomed and amazingly hot dude ready to take care of my cock whenever I want.

“Tell me if I can do anything for you,” he says.

No, he doesn’t just say it. He asks for it. He asks me to use him.

“Maybe I could clean up your shoes?”

“Okay, listen,” I say. His eyes sparkle. “The guys are out for a few days, so come here after classes. Clean up my room, wash my clothes, my socks, my pants, my shirts, everything. Cook something for dinner. And don’t forget to clean up all my shoes! I’ll be home at six, and you should be waiting for me naked and on your knees! Got it?”

Luke glows with happiness. He’ll be doing something for me. All day long. And this time, he’ll even be rewarded for his labors.

“Thank you, Andrew,” he sighs.

“One more thing... I want you to put your butt plug into your butt when you’re here.”

Now the kid’s 100% happy, so I can go to lectures.