The Unexpected

He tilted his head back to be able look up into my eyes as his lips wrapped around my inflated knob. Looking down to meet his gaze, I gave him a hint of an encouraging smile, the warmth and wetness of his sweet lips enveloping my cock head. He started to play his tongue around the cock head, sending shivers throughout my body. I watched his green eyes gazing up at me, filled with lust. I reached down and grabbed his longish dirty blond hair, arching my back, pushing into his mouth.

He swallowed. Halfway down my shaft, he stopped and I felt him push back against my hand. But I pressed harder. I needed for him to take the whole eight inches. I needed to feel my cock head penetrate his throat and feel its vibrations. I needed his hot breaths inside my thick bush. I needed his warm lips pressed hard around the base of my rod.

I planted my feet firmly onto the carpeted floor, my toes curling for better traction, and I held his head with both hands. Still looking down at his upturned face, I thrust, hard.

As my cock forced into the back of his mouth, his eyes bulged out, showing their greenness. Spit drooled out of his mouth as he opened his jaws wider, his nostrils flared as he tried to breathe, coughing, with my cock head blocking his throat. I kept the pressure, loving the sensations emanating from my buried cock. Three more inches and I’d be balls deep. As I watched his face, I noticed his eyes starting to water and glaze. But that didn’t stop me. He had to swallow it whole, all the fucking way. He just had to.

I wasn’t really a power top. As much as I enjoyed lips pressing around the base of my cock shaft, I seldom forced myself onto my partner. I knew quite well how difficult to swallow eight inches. But now, as I looked down at the kid’s pretty face, his eyes begging for release, his gurgling and sputtering, I just needed to bury balls deep.

With a huge thrust, grabbing his hair tight, I buried. He choked and coughed loudly, his fingernails digging into my hairy thighs as I pushed and grinded against his face. His eyes got even wider, tears starting to stream down his cheeks onto his fuzzy beard. My whole body shook at the vibrations of his throat massaging my knob and I grinded harder, smashing his nose into my cotch and inside my thick pubes. I kept my eyes fixed on his face. His eyes went from wide open to half-closed as he fought for breath. I felt his grip on my thighs loosen, his body slumping, his lips slacken. I quickly pulled out, fisting my slimed cock, dripping with spit and precum.

He dropped down onto the floor, taking in loud gulps of air, clutching his throat with one hand, his spit dripping down into his lightly hairy chest patch, his chest heaving with every forced breath he was able to take. I loved the way he looked, though, after deep throating me, with his face and mouth all wet and covered with gunk. Very few had done that, and I knew that he had choked nearly to death as I pushed my cock down his throat.

I reached down and pulled him up to kiss his slimed lips. He was able to murmur something about how huge my dick was and how I had forced it down his throat. I pushed him back down on his knees and rubbed my wet cock all over his face, the dimples in his face cheeks, the cleft in the middle of his chin, the red lips. He moaned under my cock, pushing his tongue out to lick on my hairy balls.

Arching my back, I enjoyed his ministrations. It had been only an hour ago that I had let him into my place. I had had something stuck in my throat as I sat in my bathrobe and jockeys after a shower. I had started to cough loudly, when there was a knock on my door. When I opened, I was greeted by the cutest boy ever, green eyes, tight white I-shirt, jeans cutoffs, sandals.

He had a concerned look on his face: “Are you ok, sir?” he had asked in a husky voice, his eyes travelling up and down my partially exposed body, lingering for a second on my crotch.

I nodded, my watery eyes going over his lank and sexy body. It was the boy next door, couple of doors down. I immediately noticed his glance down my half-naked body and back to my eyes. I pointed at my throat and tried to smile.

“Something caught in my throat,” I had finally managed to say. “I’m ok, kid.”

“If there is anything I can do?” he had asked, again eyes glancing down my front, latching onto my bulged jockeys. “I mean, I’d done two shifts at the Red Cross as part of my community work.”

“Come in,” I had to have this kid. He looked so adorable, standing in the doorway, so inviting, so fucking sexy and fuckable, so obviously taken by my nakedness and my bulging crotch. “I’m fine. Let me offer you something to drink.”

He had hesitated, but after repeating his glance down my body, he stepped in. I had known then that he was surely interested, so as soon as I closed the door behind him, I made it a point to adjust my dick sideways inside my undies. His eyes grew wider, glued at my crotch. With a smirk, I grabbed him by his long dirty-blond hair and pushed him down onto his knees. He hadn’t resisted at all. Actually, he had been eager to plaster his face on my crotch rubbing, sniffing and licking.

That had been an hour or so ago.

Fisting my shaft in one hand, I grabbed him by the throat and pressed my cock head against his lips, goading him into another throat-deep sucking. But he quickly moved away before I got the chance to hold his head. I laughed, pulling him up and pushing him down on his back on the couch.

“You’re a hot cocksucker, kid,” I smirked down at him, stroking my rock hard cock.

“Sir, I’m not a kid,” he protested. “I’ll turn 20 in May.”

I reached down and pulled his cut-offs down his legs, his tight boxers outlining his erection, sideways, almost reaching his hip. The kid seemed to be packing a good-sized man meat. He looked delicious to swallow in one gulp. I rubbed his bulging erection feeling it throb against my hand as my other hand reached up his flat chest to tweak his nipples. He moaned and squirmed, his green eyes never leaving my face.

“So you’re not a kid,” I squeezed his dick and he squirmed more.

“No, sir,” he managed to say, totally turned on by my rubbing.

“Then, I’m not a ‘sir,” I said. “I’m Rand.”

“Kiss me, Rand,” he croaked, arching his back.

I leaned over him as my hand fished out his hard dick and I planted my lips on his, my tongue probing into his open mouth. His moans, whether from my hand or my tongue or both, I couldn’t tell, came out muffled. I sucked his lips and licked up and down his lightly-bearded face cheeks, bringing my body down on top of him, full weight, our cocks pressing on each other, grinding. The moans were now not only his but also mine as I dry humped his beautiful body under me.

Still looking at me, he whispered, “Rand, fuck me.”

I was sort of surprised that he would offer his butt after experiencing my big cock in his mouth and after I power-fucked his face. I lifted myself up. He quickly flipped onto his belly pushing up his bubbled and fuzzy ass cheeks. I took in a deep breath, both hands grabbing the firm globes and pulling them apart to expose a hairy crack centered by a pink puckered hole.

Leaning over his butt, I licked into the crack, my tongue working the inviting and twitching hole. He was squirming against my face, repeating over and over again: “Rand, fuck me, oh, please, fuck me Rand, please.”

Sliding up on top of him I worked the side of his neck with my mouth and tongue as my cock slipped inside his crack. I moved my hips up and down, fucking his crack, slurping on his neck and shoulder, pushing my hand under him to squeeze his nipples. My other hand guided my cock head to his hole and I could feel it twitching. I started to push in. He grunted as his ring stretched.

“Rand, oh fuck, use some lube. Fuck, you’re big.”

I snickered. Of course, I was big. Eight inches of hard man meat are not to laugh at. Dripping lube into his crack and some onto my cock head and down the shaft, I prepared him. It was then that I realized that I didn’t know the kid’s name.

“Dude,” I bit his neck. “What’s your fucking name?”

He grunted turning his head sideways and back to look at me, his green eyes full of lust. “You’re gonna fuck my ass and you don’t know my name. Fuck, Rand. That’s so lame.”

His answer took me by surprise. In response, I aligned my cock head at his hole and thrust hard, stretching the opening and penetrating. He screamed as my knob popped into his ring.

“Now,” I grunted, grabbing his throat with my hand and gazing back at him, “what the fuck is your name?”

He pursed his lips, his green eyes gleaming, challenging me. “Rand, as I said, you’re so lame.” I couldn’t believe he was saying that with my cock already inside his ass.

With one massive heave, I buried all 8 inches inside him vengefully. His screams were so loud that I was afraid we would be found out. I clamped my hand over his mouth to muffle his screaming, my hips moving round to grind on his butt cheeks, feeling his ring muscle squeeze hard around the base of my buried cock.

“You think this is lame, bitch?” I told him, pressing full weight on top of him, pinning him under me, owning him. “Name, you teasing fucker.”

With a grunt, he managed to utter: “Jimmy. Jimmy, you fucker. Awww. Yessss.”

“That’s better, Jimmy,” I said, pulling out a couple of inches and ramming it back in deep. “You’re gonna get lame-fucked, Jimmy, like this.” And I repeated the couple of inches out and then rammed back in deep. He thrashed under my weight.

“Rand, you fucker. Fucking fucker. Fucking big cock fucker. Mother fucker. FUCK MY ASS!” Streams of profanity poured out of him as I started to fuck him.

The kid’s whimpering and thrashing turned me on more and I fucked harder and faster. He kept repeating: “Fucking fuck fucker, Randee… Big fucking cock, oh god, fuck me deeper, fuckfuckfuckfuck…”

He reached back with both hands to grab my butt cheeks, driving his nails into the skin, as he had done when I forced my cock down his throat, never stopping the stream of “fuck, fucking, fucker, Randee, big cock.” Thrusting my hand under him to grab his dick, I stroked him in rhythm with my thrusts. I pounded his ass and jerked on his cock, slippery with his precum. I soon felt his tunnel squeeze crazily around my cock shaft and his ring muscle choking my cock base and I knew he was ready to nut.

Sure enough, with a muffled scream, he tilted his head back, opened his mouth wide, and shot his load into my hand and onto the couch under him. The squirting made his ring pulsate on my cock and I couldn’t hold back. Grunting out loud, pulling on his hair as my other hand still grabbed his dripping dick, I shot deep into his guts. I felt that I was cumming forever. I felt that I wasn’t about to stop. I wasn’t counting my squirts, but I was certain that I had fed the kid the biggest load I had ever unleashed.

I pulled out, finally, with my cock dripping cum and ass juice, and lay on top of the kid, sweating and panting. He was breathing heavily under me. I licked and kissed his neck, turning his face to me to reach his sweet lips. We kissed deep, our breathing getting heavier with the tongue probing. It was as if I was tongue-fucking him. And by the groans he made, I knew that he was enjoying it even more than I was.

All of that, caused by something that caught in my throat and made me cough just as the kid was passing by my door.