The Milkman's Sausage

by Alex

31 Jul 2018 1563 readers Score 7.9 (19 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


July 29, 2018 -

Today was cum-tastic. Is that even a word? Cum-tastic? Oh, who cares if it's a word or not? I had today off of work which is always a good thing seeing how annoying Derek can be. He's always hovering over me and micromanaging. I mean, does he even know everyone calls him Dick behind his back. His real name isn't Richard so we don't call him Dick because of that. No, we call him Dick because he is one. I mean, yeah the other guys at work call him that and one of them always points to me and laughs while uttering "that's why Alex likes him so much, he loves to suck Dick." But I'm getting sidetracked again, aren't I? I guess I should just tell you what made today so cum-tastic then.

I had the day off work - wait, I said that already. Anyway, Troye came by and surprised me with lunch. Like seriously, just when I think my boyfriend is losing his romantic bone, he goes and does something like this. I mean, it was fantastic. We never get the same days off of work. Every day I'm off, Troye has to go and deliver milk to everyone and I have to sit here and I'm left with nothing to do but crave his milk in my mouth.
Oh, I may have forgotten to mention to you last time that I have a boyfriend and he's literally a freaking milkman. Like, I didn't even know that job still existed and he loves doing it. But we do have our fun with it though, joking around that he's my milkman and now I can get milk straight from the spout.

But today we both had off so I was on the phone with him trying to plan a date night for us for later this evening. Meanwhile he told me he was making himself some lunch. Well, it turns out he was making both of us sandwiches and packing them up for the road. He just showed up at my house with a picnic basket and told me to get in the car. Which I sort of love because I hate trying to figure out something to do and he likes planning things so it was for the best this way.

When we got in the car, I asked him where we were going. He just kept telling me he knew a perfect spot for lunch and it was a secret until we got there. I drive most of the roads around our area a lot for work so I kind of had an idea of the direction we were going but I kept trying to figure out the final destination. I mean, there is literally nothing up North from here. I thought, if he's planning on taking me to the lake we sometimes go to for walks, the lake is South of our area so what could it be. I kept trying to guess grassy areas and even state parks but he kept telling me I was wrong. I ended up being wrong so he wasn't lying to me just so I wouldn't guess it and know but still quite unfair of him to not tell me where we were heading. I love him so much though.

We seriously drove for like an hour. I was starving and my tummy wasn't happy about it. I was hungry back home - and that was an hour ago. I was this close to asking him if we could just eat in the car and enjoy the area when we got to wherever we were heading. But before I had the chance to ask him and start reaching in the back seat for his cooler, he pulled to the side of the highway.

I just kept thinking, my boyfriend is certifiably crazy. He's going to get us both killed if he thinks we're eating on the side of the freaking highway. Luckily Troye is smarter than that. And I know, smarter than that - listen to me, I sound like I really thought he was as stupid as a squirrel or a deer. I know he's smarter than that, I promise. But maybe if some physiologist ever reads this journal then he or she would think differently. Maybe by stating I promise that I don't think he's that dull, I'm really only trying to convince myself I don't think that. After all, I'm the only one who will ever read this stupid journal anyway. So, what does it matter if I cuss or does it even still matter that I tell the rest of the story?

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Maybe it does. Oh, but who cares? I want to tell someone this story even if it's just myself. Where was I? Oh, yeah. He pulled to the side of the road. Then, he reached in the back seat of his car and grabbed his neck tie he sometimes uses on days he's stuck in the office and the big bosses are around. I have to be honest though. I like those days better than the days he goes and delivers milk because I like seeing him go out on a date and forget he has the tie on. He's sexy normally but on those days...damn a man in a tie.

I mean, I should have known something was fishy. He never pulls off the side of the road and he was wearing his FREETOBE t-shirt. Which for the longest time I thought was a shirt calling to free some guy named Tobe. That one gave Troye some laughs. My point is, he didn't need a tie and neither did I. Unless we were going somewhere fancy. In which case, I didn't bring any nice clothes and why make the sandwiches? But then Troye did the most romantic of things anyone has ever done with me. He wrapped his tie around my head and tied it in the back so I couldn't see where we were going.

He told me to stop trying to guess where our destination was. Yeah, sure. Like I was going to listen to that one. It's like he doesn't even know me yet. Ha. It's sort of difficult though because we tell each other everything, every day. So, it's not like I can ask him how his day was yesterday at work because I already know the answer. And what else am I going to ask him? What did you have for breakfast this morning? How boring do we have to be to get there?

But we needed something to talk about so I asked him what he would rather I think about instead of guessing our destination. He cutely replied that I should think about his dick. Once again, I didn't listen to him but this time it was for a very good reason. Every time I even hear my boyfriend's name I have a small little orgasm in my pants so thinking about his dick for anything more than a microsecond would deliver a powerful stiff erection in my pants which there would be only one way to solve.

But then for some reason Troye insisted that I think about his dick. He started telling me in great detail about the last time he jacked off. He kept telling me how much cum there was and where it all landed on him. He swore to me on one of our first dates that he never jacked off but apparently he started to now that he has someone to think about while doing it. Which is always good to hear you have that kind of effect on your man.

I mean, he worded it carefully so it sounded like he was just trying to have a conversation but then he started describing how one night last week he just woke up from a dream where I was sucking his cock again. He kept imagining that day after we watched the movie and went upstairs so I could have a cock in my mouth for the first time ever.

He told me the truth about that day though. He was really enjoying it and he was doing everything in his power to not cum in my mouth that day. When I asked him why, he just told me it was because the first time he sucked cock, he wanted to enjoy it and wanted it to last longer. He also wishes he got used to a cock being in there and didn't have the sudden burst of cum - at least not on the first blow. He wishes it came in stages as new experiences. Plus, he wanted me to crave his big cock even more in the weeks that would follow so if he cummed in my mouth, I would have gotten my fill for a bit.

But anyway, as he described the night last week to me, the night when he woke up with a boner thinking about me sucking him off, I started to get hard too. You have no idea how badly I wanted to just pull it out and start stroking just because I loved the thought of me making him cum, even if I wasn't there myself to make it happen. I couldn't see much with his tie acting as a blindfold but the fabric was wrapped above my nose which allowed for these two open spots looking straight down at my cock which I could see was pressing up my pants as hard as it could.

He wrapped up his story of that good dream of his right before putting down the brakes and putting the car in park. I told him we better not be on the side of the highway again and we had a good laugh. But when I started to take off the blindfold, he told me to keep the tie around my head even though we were at our destination. I mean, maybe he was going to get out, open my door, and lead me down to the spot he wanted to picnic at. How was I to know? So, I did what he told me and I kept it on.

We both sat there for a second. I didn't hear the car door open or I didn't even hear him moving. Then suddenly I heard this metal clang so I asked him what was going on. He just told me he was putting his seat back so he had more room. And I was kind of upset with him. If there was a beautiful view outside his car window, why did he not want me to take it off? Does he want to enjoy it himself? How rude? I know, how Stephanie Tanner of me to say how rude.

I asked him if I could put my seat back hoping he would let me see the view then and he told me I could put my seat back if I would be more comfortable. And so, I did just that.
A few seconds later, I suddenly felt his lips on mine. I always love his kisses. They taste like chocolate heaven. I don't even know if that's a real thing but it better be and if so, I already tasted it. I was thinking to myself that maybe he wants to just make out a little before we go for lunch. Lunch which I know is in the back seat in that cooler and its just mocking me now, meanwhile my boyfriend wants to make out which I'd be happy to do - after we eat because I'm starving.

I was enjoying his kiss though and I was enjoying that tongue too. But it wasn't helping at all with getting my raging boner in my pants down so we could go eat already. But apparently that was the point precisely. Because just then, I started to feel his hand groping my stiff cock from the outside of my shorts and stroking me through the fabric.

It's hard to describe that electricity unless you've felt it before. The pure electricity I felt on my shaft and sack which followed his hand. The electricity that makes you forget you have a whole rest of your body attached to that thing down there because all you can feel is the ecstasy in that area. The kind of power that makes you forget you should be moving your tongue too and every so often you wake from the surges in your pants and realize - oh, yeah shit, I should probably be acting like I'm making out too.

But just as fast as he started making out with me, he stopped. But I felt him kiss my chest lower and lower and I knew what he was heading towards. I was helpless as I felt him unzip my shorts and pull my big friend out from his tight cage. He started by licking the drip of precum off of my tip and then started licking the side of my shaft. After all, he was still in the driver's seat and bent over the console. So, I couldn't blame him for not licking my sack but that didn't stop him from playing with my dice with his hand.
I could see just a glimpse of the back of his head as he started to slide my cock into the soft grip of his lips. But by that point I was in too much enjoyment to keep looking down. 

But I couldn't help but wonder where we were still. I mean, if I start making moaning faces and stuff, especially with a blindfold on and no one in the driver's seat of the car, what would others think if they saw us through the window? It was mid-day after all.
So, I reached my hand up and started to comb back my hair in enjoyment while taking my other hand and brushing the hair on the back of his head and pushing it down on my cock every time he sucked upward. I lifted the tie off of my head just enough so I could see out the windows to see what was around and more importantly, who was around. No one and nothing.

He seriously parked the car in the back of a dirt parking lot which it looks like no one used in decades. I suddenly put my blindfold back on, knowing I would hear anyone coming from miles away and be able to pull him off me fast enough. But he just kept sucking away. With my sight being taken away, it was more intense feeling just his lips and hearing the gulp sound of his throat every time he swallowed a bit of excess saliva. It's like my every other sense was heightened all of a sudden. And it was incredible.

So, I just sat there and enjoyed it like how a good little boy is supposed to do without cheating and checking to see where we were. I wanted to touch his cock so bad and stroke him a bit to make him know how good he was making me feel but all I could reach was his head and his back. So all I could do was brush and pull on his hair and brush and scratch his back with pure enjoyment in how his lips felt around my shaft. How amazing they felt as they slowly glided their way down and how my tip felt the back of his throat. How it felt like a suction cup being pulled off a wall as his lips pulled off of my cock. And how his tongue played with my cock's tip when it got to the top every time and circled around the tip just so I could get closer to exploding.

I felt myself getting closer to my inevitable explosion in his mouth. I let him do whatever he wanted a few more times and then I suddenly grabbed his head by his hair and forced him to stay down on my cock as it shot bullet after bullet of my cum into the back of his mouth. When I was all done, I released his head again but he kept blowing as if there was more for me to give. But it just felt like the awesome electricity of ejaculating was just elongated. After two or three more strokes with his lips, I couldn't take it any longer. It felt so good, it was starting to hurt. That's what happens when you milk your cock for more than what it has to give.

He pulled his mouth off my shaft and began to open the door. I knew what he was about to do and I wasn't going to have it. Not after what he just did and how amazing it felt. My boyfriend told me early on he spits rather than swallows. Which is fine but seeing this was the first time he ever sucked my cock, I didn't want him thinking I didn't have other plans for my cum rather than being spit on the ground or into a tissue in my bedroom one day. So, I quickly grabbed him and shoved my tongue into his mouth, forcing him to again position his head above mine so all the cum would work it's way down into my mouth. Cum should really be returned to its owner if you don't want to swallow it. Or at least that's the way I see it.

Though I was still blindfolded, I let my hand glide over his t shirt and down towards his cock while we were still making out. I slid my hand under his shorts and gabbed a hold of my grand prize once again. He was even bigger than the first time I saw it. Or maybe it was just the fact that I couldn't see it and I was too busy making out with him, stroking his cock with my hand, and thinking about whether or not I want to have him tie my hands up and fuck my ass behind his car in this parking lot as I'm bent over his trunk.

But it is still way too soon in our relationship for him to be up my ass. Isn't it? I mean, I always dream of him cumming in my ass one day so why didn't I do that today? I was stupid, that's why. But he'll cum there one day soon hopefully. I already booked our tickets for a concert in October and I have my ass reserved and ready that night for him to fuck my ass for the first time in the hotel afterwords.

Anyway, I did ask him to get outside of the car and come around to get me. I knew where we were now and knew it was secluded so I had him lead me to the back of his car and I knelt down on the old and grey asphalt with my back to the car and opened my mouth with my tongue sticking out like a puppy waiting and panting for a treat.

He unzipped his pants and soon enough I felt his cock on my tongue once again. This time, I didn't waste any time sucking on his sack or licking up his shaft. He was already hard and just sucked me off so I wanted to return the favor without him having the chance to stop me again from my ultimate prize, drinking milk straight from the spout of my milkman.

I slid my lips over his tip and down his shaft, this time making sure to open my mouth a little wider so my teeth wouldn't be biting down on him. As I pulled off and sucked on his cock a little, I felt him starting to grab my hair and force me to continue in the forward and back motion I was in. I even felt him thrusting his hips forward a few times which made me really happy. I knew he loved what I was doing and he wasn't trying to stop me this time.

I kept sucking faster and faster until he pulled my hair harder and I felt him exploding into my mouth. His cum was warm and sweet like sugar and so good. It was my first time tasting cum that wasn't my own and I freaking loved it. Wait, sorry I forgot no one else reads these stupid journal entries but me again. I fucking loved it. I waited for him to be milked dry and then I swallowed most of it.

There was still a taste in my mouth for hours which was fucking incredible by the way. No one tells you that taste is going to last the rest of the day. No, why would your friends or your health class in high school want to tell you the best part of sucking a guy's cock is the aftertaste? Nope, don't tell me that shit because I would have wanted to do this every fucking day.

I went up to kiss him and surprisingly, even though I just had his cum in my mouth, he gave me tongue which I wasn't expecting afterwords with him. But a good kind of surprise. The best actually.

He took the blindfold off of me but as soon as he did, I could still see we were both still hard as a rock. I asked him if he was willing to try something I always wanted to try. And of course he said it was okay because, have you met him, he's the freaking best boyfriend in the world.

I grabbed his cock with my hand and I pulled him in a little closer so our shafts were side by side and touching lengthwise. It felt amazing having his warm shaft heat up only one side of my cock at a time while I began to stroke us together with one hand and make out with him again.

With our cocks intertwined, it didn't take long for him to call out that he was cumming again. But rather than pushing his cock away and towards the forest that was behind him, I instead positioned his cock above mine while still stroking both of them simultaneously. He exploded all over the base of my cock and my lower belly. Some dripped down into my boxers which were now wrapped around my ankles but I didn't mind feeling the wet spots later. They were his cum and I don't mind anything when it cums to his cum.

But his explosion made me start my own shortly after. So, I pulled him in closer with my cock now going in between his legs and his cock pressed upwards across my chest which was also nice having cum dry across my belly later. I wrapped my hand around him as I jerked myself from behind his butt while slapping it lightly with my other hand. My cum landed in the weeds behind Troye's feet and some of the last droplets unfortunately landed on the back area of Troye's briefs. He told me about how cold they felt on the way home but that he didn't mind because he knew they were mine. See, I told you he was perfect.


I didn't clean up much. I just put my pants back on and let the cum stain my clothes where it wanted to stain. Why? Well, because if anyone ever asks what happened to my shirt or my shorts, I have an amazing story to tell them. Hell, I might even let them read this page in my journal.

But shortly after, we hopped back in the car and he took me a few minutes away to an actual spot where he set up a blanket and we had those sandwiches. Those long forgotten sandwiches my tummy has been calling for all freaking afternoon. I thought I had enough of a lunch but apparently cum doesn't count for much. Too bad, otherwise I might want it morning, noon, and night. Oh wait, I already do.

Anyway, that's why today was so cum-tacular. Or cum-tastic. Or whatever the hell I called it before. I honestly don't have the energy to turn the page back and look now. Do you know how exhausting it is to get a blowjob, let alone give one, then simil-jerk (that may be another of my made up words I just came up with to describe a simultaneous jerk), and then make out with him for another forty minutes outside of my back door as he dropped me off? I mean, I didn't feel like saying 'goodnight, I love you' and a simple kiss was doing today justice.

We needed to make out a little longer. That's what needs to happen the first time you taste cum - oh, that sweet, sweet cum. Sorry, I'm getting sidetracked again. You need to make out for forty minutes. You need to come inside and rush up to your room and jerk off thinking about how good it tasted. Speaking of which, that has me even more tired. Do you know how amazing and at the same time tiring it is to cum three times in one day?

Anyway, today was cum-believable and I just needed to share it with someone, even if that someone is a diary no one will ever read.

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