He Said There Was No Way I’d Get My Mouth On His Dick. I’m The One Who’s Seen Him Asleep And Knows

"All done? Good. Just leave the towel there. Nice shower, yes? Felt good? Wonderful. Right this way. We have you for someone."

He said he was ridiculously hard and his erect cock was too massive to ignore.

I told him to show me flesh or shut up about it and so … this monster erupted from his pants.

When I saw it, I walked over and squatted, then knelt to get a better look.

It wasn’t my friend’s hardon, it was a science exhibit.

I raised him by the head, since he was falling over by his own weight.

I beheld how tall it stood, curving to one side…

I shifted to beside his lap, so that gorgeous specimen was curving toward me and leaned in for a close look.

I closed an eye and poked myself with it, feeling the flesh against flesh and smelling my man’s musk.

When I pulled away again, it was only to shift one more time; this time aiming his curvature at my open mouth.

His angled rod strode right passed my lips and hit the back of my mouth.

I closed my lips as drool escaped and began to swallow him further than the back of my mouth.

He laid a hand on my head to help me along when I found it difficult.

I was fully throating his cock a few minutes later and he continued my training to skull fucking.

After he came in me, he put me back between his legs so he could hold me in place.

I took a nap with his hard rod holding my jaw open, teeth just gently resting on his shaft.

To reward me, the next day, he fitted me with a brace and my collar.

I changed into them, taking off my old clothes before putting on the new ones.

I didn’t even notice how my new clothes only covered my neck and face, but my man… my master soon fixed that.

The next day he fitted my cage and my hand mitts and my knee pads.

All day, he can’t quite understand why, but he’s been taking his clothes off. He doesn’t consider the food, so doesn’t have any inkling that it was actually his son. He’s been hard on his son, but he trusted his son was learning the right lessons. Unfortunately, his son quite disagreed with the method and decided he was better off a mindless hole for cock.

To that end, his morning coffee contained a powerful and irreversible set of doses. On his own, at random, he simply obeyed an unspoken urge to be completely naked. He then suffered his son’s taunting as he devoted all his time to waiting on him. He laid at his son’s feet and waited at his son’s side, but feeling more and more to show his love to his son’s midsection, to find his son’s manhood, to open his mouth and adore his son’s manhood, to impale his own head on his son’s cock until he’s choking on semen — but his son never fucks.

No, he must do all the work as he discovers his new mission: to bring his son pleasure through the worship of his cock. To obey his son when told to stay in place as another man uses his hole and cums. Another man enters and cums in him and still he waits for his son’s next order. Several more cocks use his now accustomed hole before finally: his son approaches his face, gripping his head and inserting his cock, feeling his depth in his throat until pressing them together — and then began fucking. His son started fucking his throat and it made him so happy to finally be used by his virile son

In the end, they weren’t really sure who coerced who. When it began, they thought they were demonstrating to the other their stopping point in gay sex.

They stared intently at one another until they both came. When they were both spent, Ian collapsed on Tyson. Tyson got soft, but his limp cock stayed securely in Ian’s ass as they lie there; they drifted to sleep, they kissed. They did not move until Tyson began to get hard again.

Then, they fucked some more. They did this for quite a while.

Sometimes a shirt is an inspiration. The client who purchased this guy keeps him silvery skinned and bald headed.

The last thing he did deliberately was enter the building. The receptionist apologized for blindsiding him with a spritz in the face. It smelled musky and thick, unpleasant and made him wince, but didn’t last long. In truth, by the time the receptionist was done apologizing, the unpleasant aspect of the aroma was gone; and as he stared at the receptionist’s face, all he could think of was men. The two of them were men. Sure men of the clothes, but underneath it, too. He didn’t know what the receptionist said and tried to say something. There was only one thing his men could say about the next thing on his men.

In fact, by the time the receptionist had finished apologizing, the Tools that landed on his skin and were inhaled directly to his lungs were having their effect on him. Few men have tried to describe it while it happens, but many more have simply watched the change that happens to them. The most concentrated doses have a proven effectiveness in mere seconds. Maybe not sexual at first, but almost always immediately any change is recognized. How long before he manages to get one of his holes onto a cock varies by circumstance, but in the building, there are enough men willing to help a guy out.

The receptionist smiles as the man opens his mouth and says “fuck” as he tries to remember. The receptionist guides him a little. “Men?” He smiles wide at the word and relaxes, letting out a breath. “Yes, men. My … in my…” he’s a bit confused, now, though. He’s not sure where some of the thoughts are leading him, but it’s very clear: “men in me.” The receptionist smiles, reaching a hand over the counter and guiding him to the end. “Absolutely, sir. You are for cock.” It’s an epiphany to hear the word. Right after that, the receptionist emerges from the end of the desk and he can see the man isn’t wearing anything more than his shirt; and he has a penis showing, hanging below the hem. “I am for cock.” He stares for just a moment, the clarity ringing in his head, reverberating, filling him with cock in the final rewrite of his brain to yearn for cock inside his holes. He didn’t notice anyone messing with his pants, but when he bent down to put the reception… the re… he put the man’s cock in his mouth and pulled the shirt out of his way, feeling someone spread his cheeks and begin licking his ass.

Some time later, he was on his back on a bed, between those two men, being pounded and filled by their cocks.the only pause was when they changed positions, sometimes one of his holes got a break for a few minutes, but one of them was thrust full of cock. Even when, hours later, one of them finally brought himself over the edge to spray him with cum, there was another man waiting to join, getting undressed behind him. As long as he was being filled with cock, he was happy.

You weren’t sure why you believed him. You knew he was buttering you up for a blow job. Either way, it didn’t matter. You don’t even know when the two of you got undressed, but you swallowed a load right there in the grass. His face looked great. The grass was vibrant. His chest was beautiful. His cum was delicious. Hovering over him, you forgot about everything else and became his sexual slave.

Every so often, I keep thinking of Ted and what he told me. He sat his butt down right across from me and started peeling a banana. Ted is a very lean lithe luscious lickable lunatic lush of a little lover boy and he knows it. Brian had just gotten up, too. He was busy on his computer already. So Ted finished peeling the banana, see, and that’s when he said it. Well… That is… I mean he didn’t so much as say anything. Come to think of it, he actually didn’t say a word. With his back to Brian, Ted gave me a wink and proceeded to deep throat the banana. Just once quickly down and back out again. Nice and smooth. The banana seemed untouched. He spent less than a couple seconds looking at me after that, before taking one small bite and setting the banana down in front of me and getting straight up and leaving. Of course I couldn’t just leave the banana lying there. I love bananas; I’ve loved ‘em ever since… I’m not sure. Anyway, the whole time I was eating it, I kept thinking about what he said. With every swallow almost, I saw the banana disappear into his mouth. It was penetrating. All day since, I keep thinking about eating his banana and him deep throating. It’s like I can’t focus on anything else anymore. Swallowing his banana. The whole thing. It just wouldn’t leave my head alone. Finally, when I got back from work and found him in the kitchen, I had a chance to ask him what that had been about. I didn’t have a chance, though. When he turned around, he had another banana. This one was already peeled. Nothing but the delicate flesh from soft tip to banana-fana-fo-fana-licious base. I started salivating. Never had I wanted so much to swallow a man’s banana so intently. I love swallowing his bananas. Ted gets them ready for me all the time now. Every time I see him, and that’s morning, night and usually noon too. I leave work early now just to get another one. He knows me so well, it doesn’t matter what time I get back, Ted’s got a banana for me to swallow. Once, I even went right back through the door. Ted already had a banana. I crave them so much, I have as many as I can. As soon as I swallow a load, I ask him for another one. All over my face and down my throat, they go. Such delicious bananas. Load after load, I can always have another. Little lover boy loves me. He must. Why else would he bring me cock to swallow all day? I love swallowing cock all day. Who wouldn’t?

Jasper loved to be in the woods, to be surrounded by wood, to have it in him, to be moist with the morning, to be covered in juices by night. He never got enough.