He stood there, silent but proud, giving me plenty of time to take him in. He was all strength, with blue-collar muscles built for function, not vanity. The kind of man that could lift me over his head without breaking a sweat. When he stepped out of his underwear, he tossed them over his shoulder and looked at me with a smirk, eyebrow cocked. "Better?" he asked.
I couldn't move. Every ounce of bravado I had mustered fell right along with Mark's briefs.
"Much better," I finally stammered.
Mike sat back down on the log, spreading his legs, his manhood hanging heavy between them.
My body moved before I knew what was happening. I sauntered up, stopping between him and the fire and casting him into shadow. He just looked up at me, not saying anything.
And he didn't need to. I sank to my knees between his legs, twigs snapping beneath my weight. They dug into my skin but I didn't care. I braced my hands against his inner thighs, sliding up up to his waist and pulling myself in. Mark opened his legs further and I nustled in. I was bent over with my ass toward the fire and I felt like I was nearly scorching my taint, but I didn't dare move.
Mark chuckled. "Well you don't take much, do ya?"
I inhaled him.
He was only half hard so it wasn't difficult to take all of him into my mouth. I sank my face into his hairy groin and felt his cock slide down my throat. I swallowed on it, gulping at it, trying to pull it in further.
Mark let out a deep groan and I could feel his chest rumbling. I felt his cock respond inside my mouth too, getting bigger, and harder to handle, by the second.
As I kept stroking it with my throat I was getting less and less air. I instinctively eased off, but Mark had other ideas. "Where do ya think your goin?" he growled.
He grabbed me by the back of the head, his grip like a vice, and he held me firm while he ground his cock down my throat, I couldn't have swallowed anymore if I tried. Warm tears welled up in my eyes. By the time I could tell he was finally fully hard, my jaw ached from trying to accommodate Mark's cock and he had completely blocked my airway. My chest began to tighten, I coughed and sputtered, trying to push against Mark's hand but he held me firm. I squirmed, I braced myself against his tree-trunk legs and pushed until I thought I was going to pass out.
And then the pressure was gone. Freed at the eleventh hour and gasping for air, I fell onto my elbows at Mark's feet, leaning against his leg while I coughed into the dirt.
When I finally collected myself and sat up, Mark was looking down at me with a knowing smile. He reached out and gently lifted my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. He ran his thumb along my bottom lip, wiping the spit from the corner of my mouth.
"You've got a gift, son," Mark said with pride. "My cock in your mouth feels like leaves on a tree -- natural."
I stared into his erection, reliving the last few moments.
He chuckled again. "You want to go again, don't you?" he asked.
A dumb grin spread over my face and I dove back down onto him. I worked the head with my lips, rolling my tongue around it, paying particular attention to the ridge where his head meets shaft. Another groan from Mark, louder this time, echoed through the ravine. I used a hand to stroke his shaft in time with my mouth, building up a rhythm that had Mike lifting his hips off his seat.
He grabbed my wrist and pried my hand off of his cock, so I let it fall to the side. While I worked him over his moans turned into low grunts every time I bottomed out on his cock. I did my best to take him, gulping when he hit my throat, but still I struggled. My chin was soaked with drool and my vision kept going black every time my face hit Mark's groin.
I didn't care. In all honesty I loved letting another man use me however he wanted. I liked being of service.
And apparently Mike liked it too.
His thrusts grew more intense, I couldn't help myself from crying out everytime my throat had to stretch around him. I hoped he was close.
His hands found my head again and he held it still while he used my throat. All I could do was will myself to relax, to open up. The night was filled with Mark's heavy grunts and the sloppy gushing of my throat while he fucked me, interrupted only occasionally by my deseperate gasps for air.
This was it, I could feel it.
With one great, final roar Mark forced me down, crushing my face against his body so that. I felt his cock pulsing inside me, dumping cum down my throat in heavy gushes that quickly filled me up. I swallowed and I swallowed and still it kept coming until finally I couldn't handle any more. I pulled back and felt It dribble out the sides of my mouth, coughing on his cock.
Mark retaliated by grinding himself deeper into me.
Again he held me down with what was surely his full weight. He held me there until the very last second, and again I threw myself off of him, falling onto my hands between his legs. I heaved, desperately trying to pull in air. His cum was still hot on my lips and I could still feel most of it traveling down my throat, sitting warm in my stomach.
I flopped onto my back, grinning up at the stars. Mark's cock hung above me and blotted out part of my sky. It had felt so much bigger when it was inside me. Mark leaned forward and peered down at me, grinning.
One final drop of milky seed formed on the tip of Mark's cock. I watched it there, growing larger and larger until finally, it dropped. I stuck my tongue out just in time to lap it up.
- Storm