HIS NAME IS LESTER By Mike Austin
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Chapter 2
Ben was spot on time. I was just out of the shower; in running shorts, deck shoes and shirtless as I answered the door. He still wore the club's janitor work clothes and his broad chest, pecs and arms only increased my need, He stepped in and gripping my shoulders shoved me to my knees. I thrived on his control and he released my shoulders and took my head in his huge hands and wiped my face in his crotch. The blend of sweat, piss, precum and my own leaky dick almost made me blow, but I knew better. The first time I'd blown without permission from this Alpha's use, got my ass belted and his dick denial. That taught me really fast, to effect good cum control on my always horny dick. Ben ground my head and face in his crotch, then stepped back and nodded to the stairs. I took them two at a time getting up and back on my knees waiting for him to finish the stairs and walk into my room. He extended his right leg, I unlaced and removed the work boot, tugged off his sock, then repeated the left leg. All the time he was talking trash to me and reminding me why he was there; reminding me too what I needed from him. While I worked his boots and socks, he stripped his shirt off and his t-shirt beneath. "May I open your belt Sir" I posed. He nodded approval and I unhooked his belt, then repeated the request to drop his zipper and again got the approval nod. His boxer briefs were still damp from sweat and more and again each of my requests were approved. Finally the fit black Alpha was naked before me and I remained on my knees.
Ben began by having me state my established role and purpose. "I am your cocksucking, fuckhole Sir and exist to service you and pay you for the pleasure" I stated matter of factly. With that began the torment as Ben smacked his now growing cock, across my face, told me to bow my head and he smacked the top of my skull with the now hard 9"x7" cock with those heavy balls swinging beneath. The dick thud on my skull was an ultimate submission and I was proud to be just that for this fine Alpha Man. The routines were often similar and having grown used to them, took me very little direction to respond to his needs. This routine meant I would be skull fucked and he didn't have a long time to cum. Keeping me on my knees rather than rotating me to all fours or dropping me on my back was the key. Ben gripped his thick dominant shaft and slowly began stroking it in my face, talking me into further submission and lust. My dick need grew exponentially as his fisting dick and verbal abuse continued. "Open" came Ben's single command and my mouth splayed wide, tongue out, looking up at the dominant man, just as he grabbed the back of my head and force fed me the precum coated head and shaft that followed. The head shoved deeply past the back of my tongue as he jabbed my throat full of his meaty cock. Then came the ear holds and his skullfuck began in earnest. Tears filed my eyes. His dense crotch covered my face. The heavy bag of balls thumped under my chin while he increased his speed and face fuck. My throat slime dropped free and puddled on the floor beneath us. His precum slicked my throat and as he pounded my face harder and harder he reminded me of my purpose as his private cumdump slut. My routine also dictated my hands remain behind my back, offering whichever hole(s) he planned to use and were NEVER allowed to grip his torso while being used. I knew he was close as the clenched teeth and ssssssssucking sounds were clear indicators of his pending wad. The slowly building roar just as he blasted down my throat only made my cumjunky role ever more justified. When done, he pulled from my throat and had me lap his shaft and head clean, then as he was dressing, I walked to the nightstand and withdrew the crisp $100 bill that was the agreed upon fee for skullfucking. A similar fee for ordinary cocksucking was $50 and being fucked was $200. He told me this would pay for he and his wife's anniversary dinner over the weekend and that I should be proud to contribute. We walked downstairs, my throat in need of hot coffee and agreed that he'd call me when he needed to use me again and set it up. Ben left, and as Julio before had done, I watched the sexy black Alpha male climb in his ram pick-up and drive away. This fantasy was real and I never tired of his cock.
I was so horny by that point and was about to head upstairs for a major J/O session when my cell rang. My sister Melody was calling to remind me about Sunday dinner, which I'd forgotten in my day's cock quest. I agreed and asked if I could bring anything; she suggested flowers. Hanging up, I decided to hit the gym knowing most of the after work guys might already be leaving, but still, there may be something to wrap my mouth around if I played it right. I dragged up my jock, then redressed and headed out. The gym was only 8 blocks away and all the traffic was still outbound so I covered the distance in my Metallic Green BMW Alpina XB7 in a matter of minutes, got a great parking spot and entered, nodding at Rolf, the resident gym stud/assistant manager who has an enormous cock soft and I can only imagine him pounding many of the trophy wives to supplement his gym income. He clearly couldn't earn enough from his gym salary to drive the black BWM 8 with custom plates ROLF. I was off limits, as he'd made very clear; though you can't blame me for trying. Mounting the elliptical and beginning my mindless routine, I reflected on Julio's ultra stiff Latin dick just before he shot. Then I mused about getting him and Mario and felt the jock bulge as my dick throbbed for attention. I cleared my head and eased the crotch tension then moved to the rowing machine. My 15 minute routine there made my butthole clamp and release, clamp and release, which heightened the need for dick and again my jock felt tense as my dick began to strain. Clearly, I couldn't stand now and took the opportunity to scan the room and see who was around. Jim, another gay guy, though very closeted, was working on the combo cycle-rower and his arms and upper torso showed off the effort. He caught my glimpse and nodded then resumed his workout regimen, moving on to free-weights and ignoring me thereafter. A new guy came in and was busy with Rolf at the front desk, clearly joining as a new member. It was then that Jim suspended his routine and joined the new guy and Rolf at the front desk. The greying haired guy had obviously joined as a result of Jim and the three guys were touring the gym. Mr. New Guy, was in board shorts but showed a nice crotch as they walked along the mirrored wall not too distant from me. My own bulge was in check at this point so I decided to fuck a shower and just head home. I was already frustrated and being there, was probably a bad decision, given my horned needs. I ran through Arby's, for one of their great chicken salad sandwiches, knowing I had an avocado at home and would pair them with a good chilled rose' then head up to get in a good long J/O session before turning in for the night.
The next day, as usual, I had a free schedule and aside from ordering flowers for Sunday's dinner, decided to grab a swim, then get some breakfast and then after lunch hit the gym. Driving in from a different direction led me past the corner of Harbor Blvd. and Pompano Drive. As I slowed for traffic and the approaching traffic light, I glanced at a figure beside the mimosa trees. He appeared to be waiting for a bus, but there was no bus stop at that intersection. As I neared him, I saw he was a tall, lanky black guy about early to mid-thirties; wearing long black basketball shorts, high tops, and a red, white and blue athletic shirt. As I passed, I looked and he caught my cruise, then almost immediately another car pulled along the curb and the black guy leaned in and in no time was in the car and they turned into a retail strip center parking lot. At first I thought he was a worker there and as I moved away from the lot, lost my line of sight with him. I wondered, could he be hustling? With that I pulled into the gym lot and made my way to Patrece, a fit late 20s fitness major who is the gym manager. We spoke a bit, then I made my way deeper into the gym and began my workout. An hour later, my regimen complete, I headed out and backtracked to the Harbor/Pompano intersection, but didn't find the black guy around and dismissed it as a co-worker giving a ride and thought no more of it.
After getting home from the gym, I grabbed a soothing hot shower and wanted to get into a J/O routine with some new porn; then remembered that Alonzo said he might swing by. He was a former asst manager at the gym who took a job at the gay gym in the quirky "gay-borhood" section a few miles away. I was nearing the start of the school year and knew my free time might be curtailed soon, so wanted to get all the sex in that I could and get guys lined up for the semester ahead. Alonzo was one of those soon-to-be regulars. Like Rolf, Alonzo was built and butch. He was of Italian-Serbian descent and at 6"2" and 200#s with chiseled features and a dick of death, he met ALL MY NEEDS. I learned early on that his minimum was $100 for a jack off, $200 for a blowjob and $350 for a fuck. I needed to get fucked in the worst way and when the doorbell rang, I saw Alonzo with his gym bag, waiting and pumped up. We wasted no time heading upstairs to bed. One of our scenes was him straddling my chest, pinning my arms out with his knees, dick- slapping my face and then getting me on all 4s and power pounding my ass. He loved making me bust hands-free while doggy, as did I. In a period of 30 minutes, we'd covered the scenario and Alonzo had fucked me full, was headed to my shower, then would redress and be out the door. $350 well-spent for relief, therapy as I viewed it. We set a repeat session for the following week..