- Here is the chapter 2 after receiving so many emails. But I'm gonna
give a long pause in between posting the chapters. So enjoy. Your
comments are welcomed.
And I forgot to mention previously that the first three chapters are written by my sub on my instructions named as "pilot chronicles"
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Chapter - 2
The precum was oozing from my rock hard cock as Mike jerked on it hard through my shorts, a wet patch forming where the head of my dick met the fabric of the shorts, his lips still on mine. I was completely frozen, not knowing how to react to the assault on my senses, and trying to come to terms with the fact that my brother's best friend was jerking my cock off and violating my mouth with his tongue.
Despite my massive form and excellent physique, Mike had no trouble pushing me against the kitchen counter, his lips still on mine as he did, his hand using my cock as a tiller handle as he held it firmly, squeezing it hard, resulting in even more precum oozing out of my cock.
I remember thinking; "What the fuck is he doing, and why the fuck am I letting him!? I could easily beat this little faggot up." but for some reason I was still frozen, no objections being voiced, like my voice box had been disconnected, unable to speak, unable to object.
I could feel his hand let go of my dick and reaching down under, finding my balls, grabbing them firmly and squeezing them hard.
"MMMHHH UUURGHH" I tried shouting out, but my screams were muffled by his mouth covering mine, his tongue protruding in my mouth, making any sound but garbled nonsense. Mike had pushed me onto the counter, my arms rested on the concrete style tabletop. I could feel my biceps bulging from the combined weight of the both of us as Mike leaned into me, still with a hold on my balls.
I had seen cock and ball torture online before, and had been somewhat curious about it, I had seen women go from squeezing to stretching and even kicking guys balls, but I had never experienced it before. I was surprised by how erotic I was finding it, how the sharp pain on my balls became pleasurable shortly after.
Mike's body was pressed against mine, I could feel his chest on mine as his tongue explored my mouth, occasionally biting my bottom lip, his gritty tongue on mine, I could taste him, a slight hint of Honey Nut Cheerios and milk.
"You're fucking loving this" Mike finally said, briefly breaking the kiss. "Who are you calling a fag now, bitch." He whispered as he grabbed my cock that was rock hard and oozing precum. Why the fuck was I enjoying this? I mean, I've always had a really high sex drive and the slightest touch of my cock would drive it from south to north in a matter of seconds, but still, this was a fucking fag kissing me and jerking me off, a fag that had just rearranged my brothers guts judging by the sounds of their fucking.
"That's enough Mike, now get the fuck off me, I'm not a fag like you." I finally managed to air my objections. "No means no." I finally said, painfully aware that my voice had become pleading, gone was the dominant alpha tone that usually accompanied him.
"You're fucking loving this." Mike said as he slid his hand inside my shorts, grabbing a hold of my tonsil tickler, spreading my oozing precum over my cockhead, resulting in an involuntary moan escaping my lips as I threw my head back, closing my eyes. As soon as I let out that involuntary moan, Mike took it as an approval to continue, assumed consent some would call it.
His hand tightened around my shaft and I could feel electricity shoot through my body as he began pumping my cock, his lips still exploring mine, his other hand now grabbing my balls tightly as he continued to milk my cock at a vigorous pace. I kept my eyes closed, ignoring the fact that a fag was jerking me off, enjoying the sensation running through my body. I could feel my cock beginning to throb, and my balls attempting to retract, trying to escape the tight hold that Mike had on them. A moan escaped my lips one more time as my cock began to pulse, ready to release its load. But suddenly Mike let go. Stopping completely, breaking the kiss, pulling away from me. I could feel the imminent climax subside, a ruined orgasm, a slight dribble of thicker precum, but no explosion.
Mike looked at me with a victorious look about him, I could feel the confusion and frustration rush to my head as the realisation of my delayed orgasm hit me as well as the situation I had just been in.
"Get the fuck out of there you little faggot." I finally said, my tone of dominance returning, "I don't want to see you in this house ever again." I hissed at him, his look of smugness and triumph infuriating me as I pushed past him, climbing the stairs to my room.
I was furious at Mike, and extremely sexually frustrated as I barged into my room, throwing on some grey sweatpants, meanwhile texting Sophia telling her to get ready for me to unload into her pussy tonight, heading straight out to my car, noticing Mike still in the kitchen, leaning over the counter slurping up the rest of his cereal, acting like nothing had just happened.
I usually slept in on Sundays and this one was no exception. I had fallen asleep with my airpods in, listening to some music and didn't wake up to the sound of my bedroom door opening. I had been dreaming about the pounding I had given Sophia the night before, enjoying the feeling of her hot mouth on my dick. Her hands were on my perky nipples, slurping on my cock as my hips thrust forward, sliding my meat down her throat. I was about to blow my load, when she suddenly stopped.
I opened my eyes and was face to face with Mike. His triumphant grin infuriates me. I had been dreaming, and all along, Mike had sneaked into my room and had sucked my cock and, obviously, played with my nipples as I could feel them getting sore as the blood rushed to the spot where he had pinched them. I almost kicked him when I saw him.
"Get the fuck off me faggot" I hissed, pulling my airpods out of my ears as I tried to stand up, his weight on my legs restricting my movements. "I told you I never wanted to see you here again" I continued, trying to free my legs.
"Well, you can't stop me from coming to see my best friend now can you?" Mike said with a sneer. "I thought I'd stop by your room before I go over to Oscar's room to rearrange his guts."
I just looked at him dumbfounded as he ooked me in the eyes before sinking my cock deep down his throat again. I could practically see his throat bulging as my cock slid down there. For a moment I was amazed by his lack of gag reflex as he worked on my cock, spit dripping down my shaft, over my balls and finally over my perineum. The feeling was amazing as he slobbered on my cock. He was so much better at it than Sophie.
`How the fuck am I liking this' I remember thinking as I watched my cock slide in between his lips, his nose resting briefly in my bush as he pulled back off my cock, sliding up and down at various speeds, occasionally grabbing my cock and jerking it off in synch with his mouth. I began to thrust my hips up meeting his downwards motions, his eyes meeting mine with a look of triumph once again, taking my hip thrust as affirmation of my liking a fag mouth on my cock.
"Don't give me that fucking look fag.. A hole is a hole and mouth is a mouth" I hissed at him as I looked down on him sucking my cock like a cumhungry cheerleader under the bleechers. I could feel my cock throbbing, beginning to pulse, ready to blow.
For the second time this morning, Mike pulled off, denying me the pleasure of shooting my load.
"For fucks sake man..." I moaned out in frustration.
"See, you like it..." Mike said with a snigger as he pushed me down on the bed then licking up and down my body, sending shivers through me.
"No, I fucking hate edging you little cunt. Just get the fuck out of here faggot and let me finish myself off."
"No.. Not going to happen" Mike said with a snigger as I covered my eyes with my bulging bicep, thinking of Sophie, imagining it was her that was doing this to me.
I could feel Mike's lips on my cock yet again, vigorously sucking me off and jerking the base at the same time. It didn't take long for me to reach the point of climax as I imagined it was Sophie that was going at my cock like a lion skinning its prey. A moan escaped my lips as I was about to shoot my load down Mike's throat, but once again he pulled off, slapping my cock hard, putting a stop to the impending explosion.
I gave him such an angry look it would make a serial killer winch, but Mike's only expression was one of triumph. He began sucking my cock again, but this time focused on my nipples as he sucked my meat down his throat, once again impressing me with his lack of gag reflexes. I screamed out as he pinched both of my nipples really hard and swallowed the entirety of my cock down his throat. Once again I was reaching my climax, my hips more definitively thrusting against each of Mike's downwards strokes, essentially I was face fucking this college boy, and why the fuck was I liking it?
Once again my climax was halted as I was about to blow. Mike yet again pulled off me, slapping my cock, shocking it into obedience.
"FUCK SAKE MAN... JUST LET ME CUM YOU LITTLE CUNT" I shouted at him.... "Please, just let me cum..." the softness of that last sentence surprised even me. Was I begging him to let me cum? What the fuck was going on here? Was I really liking it?
Yes... I liked it, I thought when I could feel his warm mouth engulf my cock once more, working his magic. It didn't take long for me to reach my climax, and this time I was half expecting him to stop, but he didn't.
When I realised he wasn't pulling off, my hands shot to his head, holding him in place as I began to thrust my hips up, sliding my cock deeper in his mouth, unloading my cum in his mouth. 5, 6, 7 bursts of hot jizz were now filling Mike's mouth, as my body spasmed in sync with each shot. I was in complete ecstasy when I finally got to release my load and realized that this was probably the best blow job I had ever received.
I was partially unaware of Mike pulling off me and sliding up to my face, I opened my eyes, and our gaze locked. Surprising myself I reached for his head and pulled him into a kiss, I could taste myself on him, strangely I didn't hate it.
Why the fuck did I like that? Why did I kiss him? And why did I like the taste of my own jizz on his tongue.