Part Two. I get what's Cumming!
"You better get ready for the next course................"
Looking at the boy who had had me on my knees licking out his arse, covered in my own juices, I couldn't wait for the next course!
"Over here, you know the drill"
I shuffled over towards him, feeling his power over me; I'd emptied my nuts twice but was still boned to the max.
I got close to his crouch, his packet filling my vision, the smell of his sweaty balls driving into my head; this was one cock I wanted!
He stepped forward and grabbing the back of my head shoved his sweat and pre-cum soaked groin in my face, mashing his rock hard cock across my nose as his heavy balls were flattened against my lips.
"Yeah queer boy, suck me."
I needed no second telling, opening my mouth I sucked on the sweat soaked shorts, tasting this boys virility through the latex!
The tastes of Owen was overwhelming me, making me realise how much of a cock sucker I was, I was loving every moment!! Forget Beckham's golden balls, this boys would do for me!
The moans coming from the Boy Wonder told me his was getting off on this big time too, I wondered how many other boys had sucked on his sack?!
He pushed himself lower and the tastes changed, still sweaty but now with that unmistakable taste of pre-cum, letting me know that if his arse was ambrosia, then his cum was going to be nectar!
I sucked on his throbbing cock-head, feeling the piss-slit opening, smearing more boy juice into his shorts.
Owen was thrusting more and more into my face, then backed off a little. My moan of disappointment was hardly passed my lips before he had pulled down the shorts, and his cock, finally released, slapped me in the face, the bell-end smacking wetly into my right eye, smearing my eye lashes with his pre-cum.
"OK cock sucker, get to work!" he said as he painted my lips with yet more pre-cum. Shit, the stuff was pouring out of him.
Getting my first look at Owens cock I could see it was as perfect as his right foot had been against the Argentines! About nine inches, thickly veined, the foreskin part-peeled back, stretched across an angry purple head, a thick gob of pre-cum leaking out and coating the head, shiny in the light of the changing room. His balls hanging full and low, the hairs damp with sweat and his juices. The smell was intoxicating, pure man, a man at the peak of his powers, professionally and sexually, the human male writ large, dominating me, yes I was a cock sucker, and what a cock to suck!
I darted out my tongue, licking the pearl of pre-cum off his bell end, tasting him purely for the first time with nothing filtering out the essence of this god among men! I slipped my tongue into his piss-slit, tasting his cock, opening my mouth and taking him, slowly inch by hot, hard inch into me.
Owen was moaning and muttering as I worked on him, slowly, working him more and more, getting him hotter and hotter as slowly I took him down into my mouth, inch by inch, deep throating him better than a 10 quid hooker, until finally his sweaty balls came to rest gently against my chin, I could feeling them churning.
I paused, breathing heavily through my nose, working his cock along my mouth like some anaconda swallowing its lunch.
I turned my eyes up to Owen, his eyes half closed, his right hand on the back of my head, but his left twisting heavily on his right nipple, this boy stud liked getting it as rough as he gave it, something to file away for later I thought. But for now back to the job in hand, or rather the cock buried deep in my face!
I worked back slowly, easing along the length of this steel love muscle, my tongue licking each inch as it slipped through my boy juice coated lips, tasting the cock and pre-cum, feeling the veins throbbing in every millimetre of this beautiful, all powerful cock.
Owen was moaning more and more, looking up again I caught his eye. Realising I'd seen him torturing his own nipples he dropped his hand to my head.
"Hey bitch this cock ain't going to suck itself"
Gripping my head firmly he began to fuck my face with determination, trying to fuck the image of his raw nipples outa my head.
"Yeah, I love to see my cock bulging in some bitches cheek, whata fag!"
He pushed his cock head hard against the side of my face, rubbing it up and down a few times before plunging it in deep, his hot hairy balls smacking against my chin, his hard abs smacking into my face.
He picked up the pace, really working my mouth, my jaws aching, stretched as they were by his monster cock, not that he cared, wanting to get his rocks off. I reached forward and grabbed his arse, pulling him deeper into me.
Big mistake!
"... the fuck you doing, fag? You don't touch me less I tell you to."
Stepping back he pulled out of my mouth, a thick strand of pre-cum, attaching his cock to my gapping mouth, it snapped and swung down, breaking and dropping onto my tight bell-end.
"Fucking keep you queer hands off my arse!" He grabbed his boots off the floor and quickly unlaced them.
"Get them fag hands behind your back."
I quickly did as ordered; I wanted that cock back were we both knew it belonged.
He quickly (and expertly?!) tied my hands, then I heard a snigger and a mumbled
"Shit, way not?"
I felt painful tug on my balls and realised he was lashing them to my tied hands.
"Try anything now fag and you'll rip your fuckin queer little balls off! Not that they're any use to you anyway!"
Agonising as the pain was, my cock seemed to swell harder, a fact not lost on Owen.
"Shit you really dig this, don't ya bitch? Now where were we? Oh yeah, breaking you face with my cock, open wide fag, lets see how good you really are!"
I opened wide as he slammed it in, straight down to the root, hitting my nose so hard my eyes were watering.
"Shit, the fairy's crying, why bitch this is what you live for?!"
Getting a tight grip on my head he rode my face as hard as any fucking daddy from my prison days.
My balls were hurting like hell but slowly my mind filtered out the pain, focusing the entire point of my existence on this man and this cock, as it violated my mouth in the most brutal of fashion.
How long he face-fucked me I don't know, it felt like hours, but hours that every second redefined me more and more as a cock sucker.
Finally even the stud that was Owen seemed to tire and he began to slow, finally lodging his cock deep in my throat.
"OK fag get ready for my babies, and don't fucking swallow, at least not till you're told to!"
He began to pump away again with an arrogance born of being who he was, Michael Owen, and where he was, buried nine inches into my face. He was the master now!
His cock somehow seemed to get harder, the veins tauter, the balls lifted and tightened to his body.
"Look at me, cunt!"
I raised my eyes to his, he look of a Roman god on his face as the first of his volley of cum shots hit the inside of my mouth.
It hit with such force, like mercury hitting glass, it seemed to bounce around in my mouth, so thick and heavy. I had no more time for analysis however as more and more of his cum flooded into my mouth.
With a shout telling me not to swallow he pulled out and emptied the rest of his load in my face, coating my nose, splattering across my cheeks, some hitting my eyes, burning like hell.
Slowly the torrent slowed, he moved close to flick the last load into my hair, grabbing his cock and smearing his cum all over my hair, cheeks, and lips. Some began to dribble out of my mouth as I rolled my tongue around it, thick, salty boy yogurt, fresh from the dairy!
Cum slide down my face, matting the hair on my chest, some dropping on to the floor like the gentle rain from heaven.
Hard as I tried his juice began to slip down my throat, warm like honey, deep into my stomach.
"Open up bitch, show me what you got."
I opened my mouth wide, the inside coated with his cum, my tongue buried deep in his whiteness.
"What a whore, no bird would do that! OK fag you can swallow my babies!"
With a final swirl of my tongue I swallowed down his cum.
"What a fucking mess you are, fucking cum everywhere, a total fucking whore."
I could feel the cum drying on my face and looking down to see his load had mixed with the two I'd shot earlier to coat me in cum all down my body.
"Goin to have to shower you off bitch, you're stinking the fuckin place up, mind you after your shower; phew you're going to stink a hell of a lot worse!"
OK so call me naïve but I didn't understand what he was talking about, how could I stink worse after a shower than before? As the first stream of piss hit my face I got it!
"Yeah, you fag's just love this! Don't ya? Well fucking answer me!"
And yeap you guessed it as I opened my mouth to answer he hit me good and straight a real mouthful!
"This time bitch you can swallow when ever you like, don't want you drowning!"
He pissed for ages, all the isotonic drinks he said, allowed him to go 33 percent longer!
He hosed me good, his piss was pouring off me, he soaked my hair, face, took real pleasure pissing on my cock and balls, showing me who was top dog.
As the steam finally started to slow he moved forward.
"Open up bitch; let's clean that whore bitch mouth of yours out"
He stuck his semi hard cock past my lips and flooded my mouth with his juice for the second time, hot piss this time washing away the last of his cum, the taste mild after all the drinking he'd been doing. I swallowed as fast as I could until this stream to stopped.
He pulled out his cock and to show me again who was the boss, shook off the last few drops in my face.
"So who's the fucking Daddy now?"
Before I could speak a voice behind me had replied!
"I am Michael, why the fuck do you need to ask, and who the fuck is he?"
Part three to follow, who is the Daddy, and what's Owen going to do now HIS Daddy is home?!
Thanks for all the encouragement, and please let me know how (if?!) you're liking the story! It's my first, so I glad for all constructive criticism!!