David the Horny Barman
Chapter 6
Sunday morning we were up, washed and dressed quite early as we'd decided to go out for a drive and then have a picnic somewhere. The weather was warm and sunny and David was doing some stretching in the lounge, he dropped to the floor to do a couple of sets of press ups and then sat up and looked around. "What's up" he said as I was staring a bit. "Nothing" I answered it's just I like watching you, you look good when you're working out, we should go to the gym together more."
"We'd never get anything done" he laughed it would be too distracting."
He walked over and stood in front of me his face soft and warm, "stop it" I said "we've got to go out" "we can go out" he laughed and grabbed his crotch, I movement he knew turned me on quickly. To be honest just looking at him turned me on he really was something else.
I got up and walked into the bedroom, he followed and put his arms around me holding me from behind. He started to grind this crotch over my arse and his breathing changed into a more lustful rhythm. He manoeuvred me to the edge of the bed and pushed me face down, he sat on top of me and slowly bent down and kissed my neck and ears. I heard him unzipping his jeans and I knew that our tripped would be delayed. I could never refuse him when he wanted it and he clearly wanted it now.
He stood up and pushed this jeans down and I quickly removed mine -- "we don't have long" I breathed as he began stoking my legs. His fingers found my hole and his stroking became firmer and a bit more urgent. He eased back and pulled off his polo shirt, doing his usual tease, holding the pose above me making me groan with pleasure. Then he lay on me as he stroked and kissed me; "I want you so bad" he panted moving his hard cock up and down over my groin. My cock had already responded and I pulled him closer. Flipping me over he pulled by arse cheeks apart and began slowly licking from balls up the crack to my fast moistening hole. He pushed his face in and I heard him breath in deeply as he tongue started to rim me pushing the tip slowly inside me as I writhed underneath him. After some minutes of bliss he pushed up and his young hard cock began probing as the entrance to my fuck shute. Gradually he eased in, his gentleness belying the urgency I knew he felt. He pushed through right into me and for a moment just lay there, his whole shaft buried in my arse. He started to rock back and forth and then to pull out and push back in, beginning to enjoy his fuck. His hand came down on the back on my head as he began to thrust in and out gradually building up speed; the pleasure he was giving me was off the scale as I rose to meet him as his cock sliced into me embedding itself so deep in each thrust he made me gasp.
His energy increased as he began to fuck me hard; this was the way he like to do it, hard and fast as I moaned and cried out. Suddenly he hand slipped off my head and he fell forwards onto my back with his hard shaft still pinning me to the bed. I heard his say "what the fuck?" and he stopped pushing.
"what the fuck" he said again this time a bit louder. I turned my head and saw in his hand the jockstrap that I had knicked from his sports bag and been using as a wank aid. My stomach flipped over as he looked at me accusingly -- "what the fuck" again "this is my jock strap, I wondered where that had gone and it's ........" I looked back not sure what to do or say, then a different look came into his eyes, one I'd not seen before, I was unsure what was going to happen but I soon found out. " they were on the floor and I picked them up and must have forgotten they were there. "
"You dirty fucker" he said "you've been wanking over my strap" "NO" I protested "I just...."
"I know what you just" and with that he surprised me by bringing the small piece of cloth up to his face in inhaled. "Fuck me you little bastard you've spunked into them haven't you -- omg you dirty bastard, you little bitch". I began to answer and he said "don't bother trying to deny it they are fucking crusty where it's dried and it most definitely smells like you" "so what you are going to do, I'm sorry" I said again.
Then he began to smirk, "oh I think we'll work something out but for now" and he slammed his hand with the jockstrap over my face rubbing it over my nose pushing the fabric into my mouth. I could hardly breath as he held me there pushing the cloth harder against me the aroma and feeling started to take me over, the smell of him and our combined was intoxicating, it filled me with desire and I groaned loudly. This only made him push harder and the jockstrap with all those smells and deposits was forced into my mouth and he then began fucking me even harder. "Oh you want this don't you you dirty cunt, you like my stink eh" he raged as he pounded me. I groaned beneath him my senses assaulted by his smell and the taste of sex filling my mouth; he pulled out roughly, turned me over and scrambled up my body until he was sitting astride my chest. With a shout he started to cum, aiming his cock and my mouth and face; his cum splattered over me as he looked down with a lustful expression on his face. Once he had finally stopped shooting he pushed the head of his cock into my mouth, the taste of his spunk, my arse and the horniness of the situation made my cock throb even harder as I pulled myself to a climax. "Clean me up you cock whore" he demanded. Gasping for air I willingly took his prick into my mouth as far as I could rubbing my now spent cock furiously.
He looked down and he pushed the jock strap back into my face, wiping up the spunk still coated around my lips and nose, he then slid down and mopped up the remnants of my own cum lying on my stomach. Still breathing heavily he stood up pulled me to my feet and said -- "we need to get going" but then he wiped the spunk covered garment over my face once again, smearing it into me. He laughed and said "that looks good, being a slut suits you but we'd better get going." I moved towards the shower and he grabbed my arm; "Oh no mister where do you think you're going?" "erm to shower"
"Oh no you don't, you need to be punished - you go like you are" "but I'm all sticky" I said desperately running my fingers across my face. "You think there's no consequences do you maricon?" he looked at me with an almost domineering leer on his face. "This is going to fun; put these on" he told me, handing me the jockstrap. "I can't it's covered in cum" yes a cum rag for a cum dump, you wanted to have it now you can wear it" After a few moments I reluctantly obeyed, pulling the damp jockstrap up the waistband snapping against my skin, the cloying feeling of wet spunk surprisingly made me actually feel a bit horny and couple with the excitement of his reaction, my prick started to get hard. "you will wear this all day" he ordered but he was grinning from ear to ear when he said it.
We drove out to into the country and although I felt uncomfortable, my cock kept getting hard, smearing the sticky mess around my package, it was turning me on massively despite my initial feeling of humiliation. Occasionally, David reached across and rested his hand on my leg squeezing gently which added to my sense of horniness. We found a secluded area where we spent a couple of hours sunbathing, eating and drinking all the awkwardness of earlier had gone although my face felt tight and my groin area was slick with his and my juices. He looked at me and said "I couldn't believe you'd done that" he said, "at first I was shocked but it was SUCH a turn on, I love a bit of dirty kink play and that's one of my fantasies, all the way here I just wanted to pull over, rip your clothes off and shove my face in your crotch". I have to say I was enjoying his dirty talk, feeling him on my body and I liked the slightly domineering stance he had taken over it. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue searching my mouth urgently as we moved in towards each other. His hand went to my zip and gradually eased it down, unbuttoning the top he slid his hand inside and grabbed my balls before bringing his hand up and once again wiping it across my face; the smell was ecstasy. He slowly sniffed and licked his fingers and hurriedly bent his head down towards my crotch. His nose and mouth went down onto the jock strap and he started to gasp with pleasure as the aroma of gym, groin, cock and spunk hit his nostrils. "OMG I've died and gone to heaven" he muttered breathing deeply as his fingers eased the damp waistband down over my pulsating cock. He buried his face into me licking and kissing his way around my tight balls and up the stem of my cock. I was so turned on I was nearly begging him to suck me. His tongue flicked over my shaft and he moved up swirling around the shaft until he reached my most sensitive spot just below the head; he knew this was my g-spot and the feel of his tongue pressing into it was the best feeling ever.
He sucked me long and slowly, the warm sun on our backs increasing the pleasurable feelings as he drank in the smell and quickly drew another load of cum out of my cock. He lifted his head, looked into my eyes, I could see the cum clinging to his face and lips he opened his mouth and pushed it against me, we kissed and exchanged the fluids in and around his mouth as well tasting the essence of his cum still on my face from earlier in the day -- nothing could be better
A bit of gap since the last chapter but I hope you still enjoyed it