Casting on Henry's couch.
Copyright Alex Carr 2009.
I should let it be known that once upon a time I spent an awful lot of time
with Henry Stavenger. He was a producer for a well known Television Company and I was a budding trainee. I guess you could say I was one of his many casting couch conquests but I never minded because he gave me something I never knew.
The first time he touched me my mind flashed back to my teens when I went to the movies with this guy called Joe, we were pals sort of and, well to cut a long story short I was well into the movie when I felt something in my
crutch. Needless to say it was Joe's hand and I was in a quandary as to what to do, never imagining he was like that, never imaging It would come to that - but that experience made me realise I sure was as, quite uncontrollably I started to swell beneath my tight jeans lavishing the feel of his fingers working on me. Next thing was he'd unzipped me and head down, was taking me into his mouth, I could feel the movement of his tongue which gave me wonderful erotic feelings so I resolved just to chill and let him do what he wanted.
He kept on muttering that I had a lovely cock and needed much more of it, constantly teasing with the very tip of his finger the very sensitive part around my p-hole, then down went his head again as he strongly concentrated on sucking just the knob end making those noises which were driving me mad.
The cinema wasn't packed but no way could we indulge in anything more, "we 'll fix that," said Joe leading me out through the exit and into the gents
toilet where he fucked me for the first time. That was after kneeling between my thighs and sucking me raw telling me how he loved the taste of cock, my cock in particular and how he craved for my fuck, his fingers doing something behind like he was ribbing me up with a lubricant or something, then he showed me the KP dream in a tube: "This'll help, always tight first time, "he said. shall always remember how it hurt and how long it took to restore myself, he'd done it rough and without proper preparation apart from pushing up the cream in my hole and I never forgave him for that. But I guess at least I should be thankful that through Joe I discovered my true self because since then there had been Ned and h1s allotment shed, one or two others short listed, but most of all my real favourite guy, Danny who still fucks me regularly.
But This was a first time with Henry, and it was the first time for something else too, something I thought I would have abhorred and detested - but this was all about gaining favour so I felt obliged to submit when he took me into the bathroom, made me watch him strip naked - apart from his briefs and stand in the bath. He said for me to strip also, down to my briefs, well boxers actually and stand there in the bath with him, he thinking he probably just wanted for us to touch each other through our underwear. But it was a bit more than that and it didn't take me long to realise when he muttered that he hoped I needed to pee.
Actually I did and his face flushed plum red he took out my cock from inside my boxers and guided it over and behind the waistband of his briefs. "Pee
in there" he asked although it was more like an order his tone of voice. " You really want me too?" I replied. He looked at me in such a way I could see he was lusting for it, squeezing my cock as It started to swell and although I hated the idea I thought what the hell, it is all down to experience, I soon let go and having had a few drinks that morning I had a full bladder. I was steaming hot as it soaked his briefs wet and dripping. Henry was in a trance, rolling from side to side as he guided my hand to his crutch moaning at me to massage and squeeze. It was like a mulch, all warm and soaked, his cock growing into my hand as I smelt the smell of me on him, he lurched leaning back to push himself out to me, his cock surging beneath his tight briefs as I continued to massage him, He was moaning and writhing still as I bunched his balls, finding in fact I was quite enjoying the moment and guessing any moment he would want his fuck of me, but what next, surely he'd want to shower down, - I would enjoy that, remember when Ned and I did that, loved the way he lathered me and took me bare backed over the edge of the bath, sweet thoughts!
But this guy? Nope he wanted oral, sure he did, ordered me to bend down on my knees on the bath mat, him still standing in the bath, his briefs still dripping, his cock bulging beneath. "Suck it dry, Babe" he ordered. I was shocked, I actually was, did I hear right, he wanted me to suck him off still soaked with my piss? He sure did and I had to psyche myself to the idea, thinking well at least it was my piss that still moistened his cock. Closing my eyes I went for it, dragging it through his briefs at the side, huge and thick he was with a stiff foreskin that squelched and squeaked as I stretched it back, feeling its palpitations in my palm. When I sucked him I sunk into deep frenzy, his cock was thick but very flexible in my mouth and I rather grew to enjoy the earthly taste of it. Then I licked him over the balls, so firm and heavy - it was all very exhilarating and a real turn on. But you know something?, when the lust bug really takes you even I wanted what I had given Henry - and you know something more? There was something really stimulating in feeling hot piss flow into my crutch, and he gave me such a wonderful stimulating deep fuck afterwards it was so worth the effort.
He played with me constantly after the fuck, enjoying my cock in slow motion, telling me how good it was and how it tasted like real cock, he sucked and sucked me into the night, balling me as he did, then rimming my hole with his busy fingers before he sucked my up - pressing his face into my hind like there was no tomorrow and it was all so very wonderful, just being there for him. Thighs wide apart, ass perched high for his pleasure. He told me he loved to lick the blue vein going down the centre of my hard cock, he gave it so very much attention, the sucking, the licking and finger tip teasing was all so good.
And after all that he had me put his still soaked briefs on me, rubbing the
moisture into my cock and balls as he s tease my neck with his tongue - it was sheer ecstasy, I was crazy for it, then the smothering afterwards when, with the soiled briefs wet and drenched from us both he smothered them first into his fave and then into mine. "Now we are real muckers" he said and I reckoned we could not get much more intimate than we did on that occasion.
I was honest and told Danny of my conquest, he quite openly asked if he was
a good fuck, as good as him. That was hard t0oanswer, Danny's fuck was always tops, but you can never properly compare one with another, not when they are both good and do it for you, I simply told Danny it was different that 's all. That night, as if he was trying to prove something, Danny really gave me a good tanning, my penance for going astray, he had me in my tightest of tight jeans across his lap with the back of a wooden kitchen spoon until my ass stung and steamed, then removing my jeans he ordered me to lean over the bed rail and gave me ten of the best with bare hands, slapping my cheeks until they were blood red.
I felt the numbness come, as it always did - the best part of it, when my ass felt so good and warm, next time it'll be the cane he told me - now I reckon you owe me a good stiff fuck, Now bend over and lets open your ass and see what I've got for you, I stroked his cock, gently squeezing and manipulating until he throbbed hard, yelling out for my hard fuck. Then he gave it to me, deep and thrusting until I lost my breath, when he came so strong I felt the final surge as his hand gave me a quick jerk to get me to where he had just cum, I felt ii spurt into his palm, then he rubbed it into my face - soon I was really fucked and exhausted but that would not be the end of fit, handcuffed and tied down he had me all night in different ways and I must have been fucked more times in one night that ever before.
Sometimes it is good to be honest with your regular guy I reckon just to keep him on the ball. And it did it for Danny. And my asshole still feels as if he is planted deep inside it as well as being well and truly numbed from his regular tanning
Time to go now, who would be my next assailant? Well there was this builder
guy who had one hell of a breakfast basket, me thinking I wouldn't mind.....