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The morning after...
Fuck it I thought, he deserves this if he won't let me up, so I let go. I started pissing so hard it was like a firehose, but grunt's mouth never left my cock and not a single drop of piss ever left it either. He drank it. He drank it all.
That's when I realized that there were things even better then sex. There was power and control.
I was so out of it after the cigars, sex, and information that I literally went to bed as soon as I finished pissing down grunt's throat. I slept better than I think I had ever slept. Even after those days in Ocala, when I fucked the shit out of my own cousin, I didn't sleep this well.
It was Friday morning, and I knew I should be getting up and getting ready for school, but who cared. My parents were out of town. I had a house that was fully stocked with cigars, dad's liquor cabinet, and a guy that sucked cock and took a fuck better than anyone I knew. There was no way I was going to school this morning.
"Morning SIR" grunt spoke up and scared the shit out of me. He was kneeling on the floor next to the bed, hands behind his back and looking at the floor.
"SIR, you need to get up and get ready for school." Was the next thing I heard.
I was still groggy, but that hit like a brick. I did a quick double take. "No, I'm not going to school today." I said rolling over.
That's when I felt grunt's hands on me and with military precision, he striped the bed, grabbed my shoulders firmly but not roughly, and sat my straight up in bed.
"SIR, your father left me specific instructions, you are to go to school and not slack off just because he is out of the country." Grunt was looking directly in my eyes. "SIR, grunt will not fail to do follow your father's orders."
"SIR, may grunt get you something for breakfast? Does SIR require the use of the urinal? Does SIR have a specific uniform he would like to wear today?"
The questions were coming fast and before I knew it, I was dressed. I had pissed into grunt's mouth again. And was sitting at the table eating a couple of eggs with grunt kneeling under the table messaging my feet and then putting my socks and shoes on. It was uncanny, grunt had managed to take something I wasn't wanting to do, make it pleasurable, and get me to do it without ever making me feel like he was forcing me. He was also following the instructions left to him by my dad, so he had taken a no-win situation of himself, and turned it into a win-win situation.
Now while I went to school physically, I can't say I was there mentally. Mentally I was still thinking about grunt and everything that had happened. He had been sucking my cock for a while now. He was buying my cigars and seeing to my pleasure. He had been taking care of me most of my life. And last night I fucked him so hard that I was sure I would have hurt him.
At the end of the day, grunt was waiting for me with a cigar and a fat smile. I know he was doing this because I had let it slip that some of the jocks were butt hurt seeing me being more of a man than they were. And he played up the whole handing it to me before I got into the car.
Once home, I went into the house and grunt was right behind me. He grabbed my backpack before it could hit the ground and when I plopped down on the couch, he wasted no time in getting my shoes and socks off. "Would SIR like his feet messaged?" grunt said without really waiting for an answer.
I was in heaven. My head was back. The cigar was clamped firmly in my jaw. And grunt's hands were working my feet like nothing I had ever felt before. I think I was zoning out because it wasn't until the warm, wet sensation registered that I opened my eyes to see grunt's tongue wrapping around my toes.
Now I have never had anyone lick my feet. The thought of someone licking my toes was just wrong. My feet were the definition of gross. I know I had athlete's foot. But the look on grunt's face was everything but disgusted. Grunt looked content, peaceful, and happy. I was going to tell him to stop, but it did feel really good. So, I didn't say anything and just leaned back and enjoyed it.
Grunt took over an hour licking carefully between each toe. Sucking on toes and at one time almost all my toes on my right foot were in his mouth. I would have been horrified to be told I had to lick another man's feet, let alone suck on their toes. Not grunt. He seemed more at peace than ever.
While he was sucking on my toes, he was gently lifting my legs and using his hands to massage my calves. Luckily, like any other day I went to school, I was wearing basketball shorts so not only were my legs easy to handle, but it was also easy to slip a hand up my short's leg and right onto my cock.
I would like to say that I can remember the exact minute that grunt's hand touched my cock and balls, but I was so relaxed that he had me hard before I realized he was slowly jacking me off. I had become accustomed to grunt sucking and jacking my cock while I smoked. This made it only too apparent how accustomed to it I had become.
Ever since that day when grunt sucked my cock off in the back of the car, I havent had to jack off once. Grunt is always there to suck my cock or jack me off when I need it. Ha, there are many times that he's gooning on my cock even when I don't need to cum. While at this time in my life its true I could cum two or three times a day, when you have someone like grunt around, you never need to jack off.
The precum was starting to stain my shorts as my cock was leaking at the slow and deliberate strokes grunt was using while licking the bottoms of my feet. The sensation of having the bottoms of your feet licked isn't at all whet you think. It doesn't tickle at all. It feels so good.
My cigar was over halfway done, and grunt had just finished my feet. I stood up and my shorts were off in no time. I didn't bother pulling off my shirt but plopped back down and waited. I spread my legs wide and grabbed my cock expecting to feel grunt's mouth sink down the shaft like it had done so many times before. But it didn't happen. Nothing happened.
I picked my head up and saw grunt kneeling on the floor right between my legs looking at my cock like a man looking at food for the first time in a month. He was obviously hungry for it, wanting it, needing it... but yet he wasn't moving. I was confused.
"Are you going to suck my cock or what?" I said getting a little annoyed.
"SIR, grunt would do anything to suck your magnificent manhood." He responded never taking his eyes off my cock.
"Then what are you waiting on?" I huffed at him.
"SIR, from now on, its important that you tell grunt what you want and what you want grunt to do. This way grunt may serve you exactly how you would like to be served."
This seemed a bit strange. Now after all this time, grunt wanted me to start telling him what to do. One of the things that I found so great about this until now was how grunt seemed to always know what I wanted and needed. He knew me better than I knew myself. But now he wants me to tell him to do it?
While I couldn't help but think something was different about this, I was too horny to care. "Suck me off" was all I had to say.
Grunt's mouth was on my cock before I finished the command. Now grunt knew how I liked to have my cock sucked. He was the one that taught me the difference between getting a blow job and fucking a mouth.
Sometimes you want to relax and enjoy the experience. You want the whore that is sucking your cock to do all the work and so you tend to lean back and relax. Now the few times I have done this, it's always been hard for me to actually cum. Don't get me wrong, I love the feeling of my cock in a warm mouth, of the light pressure as the cock sucker uses its lips and tongue to massage the head and shaft. And there is little that feels as good as a tongue flicking the piss slit of my cock. I can seriously lay back and smoke cigar after cigar, but I doubt I will ever cum like that.
The way to get me to cum in grunt's mouth is for me to put my hands on his head and try to shove my cock through the back of his throat. I prefer to be in control. I want to control how fast or slow my cock goes into his throat. I want to control how deep it goes down his throat. And I love forcing him down on my cock until by balls are on his chin and he can't breathe.
Now Doug was what I would call an active cock sucker. He would shove his throat down on my cock and he would cut off his own air. But in doing all that, he was still in control. He controlled how deep, how long and how rough the blow job got. And it was cool, and I would get off, but not like when I was in control.
So, grunt was there, with a warm mouth on my cock and while his tongue was flicking my piss slit, he wasn't trying to do anything to get me off. He was looking straight into my eyes. He was waiting. But I wasn't sure for what until I put my hands on the back of his head out of instinct and then he went into overdrive.
Grunt was swirling his tongue around the head of my cock, and at the same time, trying to get the head as far down his throat as it would go. He was encouraging me to direct the action, but also not waiting. He was one of the best cock suckers I ever knew, not because of how deep he could take it, or how rough, but because he always knew where the line was between what I needed and what I wanted.
I didn't last 10 minutes before I was busting one of the biggest nuts, I think I have ever had. I was spent but grunt wasn't going to let my cock out of his mouth, and I was inclined to allow him to keep it there. I only had a little of my cigar left so I leaned back and enjoyed the cigar I had. I closed my eyes and before long the piss was flowing out of my cock and straight into grunts stomach. It was another thing that I had only ever really done a few times, but it felt so right and natural.
Not spilling a drop, grunt swallowed it all and then very quietly said "Thank you Sir".
I was so relaxed that everything over the past 24 hours caught up with me. I remember putting the cigar into the ashtray and leaning back, then I was out. I have no idea how long I slept but when I woke up, grunt was kneeling on the floor waiting.
I was looking at him for a minute like, why are you still kneeling there, when I remembered him telling me I had to tell him what I wanted from now on. Had he seriously stayed there without moving? Am I seriously going to have to tell him when to eat, shit, piss...?
I was contemplating all this when grunt looked up and asked if I would like dinner now. Thank God. "Yes!"
"What would you like SIR?" grunt asked.
"Pizza and beer" I said without a thought.
Grunt frowned a little.
"Got a problem with that?" I said with a little attitude.
"SIR your father would not like me buying you beer." Grunt said while looking down.
"Would my father like you sucking my cock and buying me cigars?" I countered.
"He would be very upset SIR" grunt never looked up.
"Then I guess I am having pizza and beer."
"Yes SIR. Any specific kind of pizza and beer SIR?"
I told him I liked pepperoni pizza and not having had a lot of beer before, I said the first one that came to mind, Budweiser. Grunt disappeared for about 30 minutes and then returned with a case of beer and two Pizza Hut pepperoni pizzas.
I had moved from the living room to dad's study. It was a very dark room with his desk, his humidor, liquor cabinet, and a couple of those big high-backed chairs across from a projection TV. Now this TV was state of the art of the time. The screen was huge compared to the little screens on the other TVs in the house so I figured it would be perfect for relaxing.
Grunt found me and served me the pizza and poured me a beer. I drank the beer trying not to let on how bad it tasted and ate the pizza all while grunt sat on the floor. I had to tell grunt to eat some pizza. And when I offered him some beer, he thanked me and said no.
On the VCR, I put "Stripes". It is a comedy that had just been released on tape and I settled back into the chair and threw my legs on to grunt's shoulders since there were no foot stools. Grunt never moved. He stayed there with my legs on him until the movie was over. That's when the beer hit me, and I had to piss. Laughing to myself I said, "Hey grunt, I need to piss."
Grunt was up in a split second and with a smooth move, had my cock out and in his mouth. Now I am not overly experienced with this, but when you have to piss you have to piss and so I let go and grunt started swallowing.
Just having my cock in his mouth to piss was a turn on. His mouth is so smooth and warm. I guess its only natural to get hard when your cock feels so good. But I was buzzed, and the beer was making me more me. I didn't want another blow job. I wanted to fuck his mouth. So, I put my hands on the back of his head and started shoving it down on my cock.
Grunt's head was like one of those bobble head dolls. It was swinging back and forth with little effort and grunts gagging and choking was like music to my ears. He never tried to stop me, or fight back, he took it like it was his natural place.
After a few minutes, I was at full mast and the noise was making me grin from ear to ear. But in a newfound since of confidence, I blurted out, "I want to fuck some ass."
Grunt head stopped moving with a snap and he slowly pulled off my cock and looked me in the eyes. "Are you sure SIR?"
What the fuck! I am sure. No, I'm not sure, but I said it, so I felt like I had to follow through on it or lose credibility. "I said it didn't I?" was all I could muster.
"Yes SIR, where would you like me SIR?"
I scanned the room and dad's desk was the best thing I could see so I pointed to the desk and grunt got up and went over to the desk and started to carefully move things off the desk placing them on the shelving behind it. He was very careful how he was handling things, picking up some of the paperweights by the bases. I can't tell you how many times I had dropped them because I always forgot they weren't attached to the bases. But grunt was carefully clearing the desk and then when he was done, he placed his stomach on the desk and reached back and spread his ass cheeks.
I watched in awe. This muscle bound; ex-military stud was about to be fucked by a teenage kid. His size was awe inspiring. He intimidated most of the people he looked at. His bald head, perfectly shaped goatee, ripped muscles, all screamed don't mess with me. But here he was obediently bent over my dad's desk, ass cheeks pulled apart, waiting for my now stiff as a board cock.
Walking up behind him, spit on my hand and added it to the throat slime on my cock and lined it up. I pressed the head to his whole and closing my eyes I sunk my cock in balls deep on the first push. Grunt groaned. I moaned and with that it started. Grunt moved his hands to the sides and gripped the desk and I used my weight as leverage to start pile driving his ass.
The fuck wasn't pretty or porn quality, but I was doing my best not to just fuck his ass but prove to him I was worthy of fucking him. I was also trying to prove it to myself. So, I would pull out and then with little warning, push all the way back in. My goal became to make grunt, grunt. I wanted to hear him make noise because in all the pornos I have watched, then guy getting fucked is always moaning and groaning. So, I figured if I could make him grunt and moan, I was doing it well.
The desk was rocking so hard I was afraid it would break but grunt seemed unphased by the desk and just kept holding on and pushing his ass back when I would pull out. I needed to do something different, grunt wasn't making much noise. So, after I pulled out on one of my strokes I reached back and slapped his ass as hard as I could. The sound was loud, and the red spot appeared almost instantly. And grunt moaned.
That moan meant so much to me, and I smiled so big that I smacked it again on the next stroke. Finally, grunt was starting to make some noise. I was getting to him now.
Luckily, I was buzzed because I don't think I could have fucked that hard and that long otherwise. I pounded his ass with all my strength, smacking his ass cheeks about every fifth stroke. Driving my cock home right after a very hard smack, grunt finally broke. "Please SIR, fuck your slave. Treat it like the piece of meat it is."
That was music to my ears. His normally hard voice was cracking and breaking. It almost sounded like he might be crying a little. I was the man; I was the man in charge.
I couldn't last too much longer and with a thrust that almost turned the desk over, I shot my cum up his ass. There must have been five or six good blasts of cum filling his ass. My seed was now in him, and my DNA was now being absorbed into his cunt. The fuck was over but not the power trip I was on.
Sitting back down in the chair I was in earlier, I made grunt come over and clean off my cock with his mouth. It was just as warm and soft as it had been before. Maybe it was even better. I could see the tear stains under his eyes and that both mad me a little sad and a lot proud. I had hurt him, but that's what felt so good, I had hurt him.
"You better hold that cum in that ass." I said mockingly.
"May grunt suggest a plug SIR?"
A plug? I had heard about them but never really seen one. Why not...
"You got one?" I asked.
"Yes SIR." He answered and got up and came back just a minute or two later with a massive plug.
He handed it to me and turned around. I didn't know what to do with this, but it seemed pretty straight forward. It has a pointed end and a wide base, so you push the pointed end into the ass until the base is against his skin, right? With no prep or lube (didn't think about it at the time) I put the tip to his ass and pushed.
It went in with a small grunt from him and then he turned around and thanked me.
After that I decided I was ready to go to bed but what to do with grunt. I had no idea so I told him he could sleep in the guest room. To my surprise he asked if I would like to sleep in my parents' room and asked if he could sleep with me.
I was pretty spent so I said sure and that's how we ended the first day of my parent's two-week trip to Europe. I laid on my dad's side of the bed with only my t-shirt on and grunt laid there hugging me naked where my mom would sleep. It was the first time I slept in the same bed with someone, but it was kind of nice. And I must admit, it was one of the best night's sleep I had ever had....