Little streams for Joel -- Chapter 1 -- FACESITTING.
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My house had got on fire! I was informed by my servant Adrian who had just phoned me when I was sailing around the Canary Islands; now I was in the north of Lanzarote, nearing the beautiful Haría beaches.
It seemed it had been short-circuit and all the western wing of my house in the country had burnt. But the fire hadn't reached my eastern wing, certainly small, only the barn and walking up the stairs I could find a comfortable penthouse where I had slept some times. I told Adrian that I would stop my cruise and would return.
I am David Fletcher, 29 at the beginning of this story, and I am prosperous. The Fletcher family were shipbuilders and I was in charge of the yacht session. Many luxurious yachts were built in our shipyard for many wealthy people who paid a fortune for them. Besides the Fletcher family, my parents who still lived, and me, had other businesses as well, so this fire would not mean any catastrophe and my best keepsakes where in my other two houses. The one which had burnt was in the middle of the country in a European country.
I was sailing in the Canary Islands cause I wanted to forget about Mona, who had just left me. We'd been two years together. There had been no solid reason for us to separate; it simply seemed she'd lost her love for me.
So I returned to this luxurious house which had got burnt and soon I could see it was really damaged, but the structure and foundations were so solid that it could be rebuilt, after a lot of time of course.
So soon I hired many workers who had to do a lot of work. There was numerous debris to throw away; I would have to buy new furniture. They were careful with the electrical installation and even with plumbing. Finally they would paint the walls, but for that only one of them would be in charge.
It was Joel Serrada, a 30-year-old Dominican mulatto, really attractive, though I've never been attracted to boys. In order to pay all the workers I had to often talk to him, who was the foreman and a part of my mind did notice that every time I talked to him, he was hard. But it was only a part of my mind. I didn't really pay much attention to this.
After a week, all workers but him had left and he stayed for longer just to paint the walls and being the house so big, it would take him some time.
It was one afternoon when my servants had left that this story really began.
Joel was one day on top of a ladder, changing a bulb when I entered the dining-room in my tracksuit, no T-shirt cause the day was really hot. I don't know why my thoughts returned to Mona, to a really pornographic night we both lived on a beach. So I was totally hard and Joel noticed it.
-That's quite a boner you have, isn't it, Mr. Fletcher?
-Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Serrada --I called him thus then-, I was thinking of Mona, my former girlfriend.
He came down of the ladder then and looked at me.
-I think she must have left you and your dick misses some fun.
I still can't believe how fast everything happened but after saying that he simply pulled down my pants and swiftly took my cock in his mouth and sucked. I couldn't help but cum in his mouth at once.
-I'm sorry, Mr. Serrada.
-Call me Joel, please --but he hadn't taken my dick from his mouth yet-. You cum too soon, Mr. Fletcher.
-Call me David, please. Oh, my problem is I've always cum in little streams, but I can shoot many loads, one after another if they went on, but they never go on. Only Mona one day continued sucking my cock after my first cum and made me cum a second time, but I don't know how many times I might cum if I ever had a proper blowjob.
-Then let's check it out right now. You seem to like my mouth --and he continued the blowjob. I should have told him to stop, he being a boy after all, but my cock was once again inside a mouth and the way he moved his tongue was really pleasant.
-You don't seem to object to having a boy sucking your cock, David.
-No, I don't object. You're gay, isn't it, Joel?
-I'm bisexual and it's not often that I've done this but these days I saw I was working for a really sexy boy --and in that moment I shot a second little stream-... good, that's two, let's go on. A really sexy boy, I was saying, and seeing you shirtless today and with that tent pole, I decided to take the risk and be cheeky. I guess you're not angry and will not fire me.
-Of course not, Joel, and I really thank you. If you make me cum a third time, it'll be my record.
But the motions of his dick were telling me that he wanted to drink some more loads of my semen, but he stopped for half a minute in order to lick my balls. Then he returned to the blowjob and I was so eager for his mouth again at my dick that I shot then a third stream.
-That's three. Well, indeed you never lied to me, David. I'm sure you can shoot at least a couple more loads.
After three little streams of semen, my dick was more sensitive than ever and I never cared again that it was a boy who was doing it to me. He still had at least a week of job ahead and I hoped he gave me more blowjobs. In this moment it was clear to me that I would choose Joel for blowjobs. Thinking all this I shot my fourth little stream but he continued. He was milking me dry and with so much fun I started to pay attention to his handsome mulatto features and for the first time I saw him a sexy man. Not feeling desire to have gay sex yet, but knowing that after all I was having gay sex and at least the boy giving me a blowjob was a handsome boy, I regaled him then with my fifth load. He could well see that what I had told him of cumming in little streams was true.
-I'll stop now, David. Five little streams. Hope you've had a lot of fun. But if I don't stop now, tomorrow your balls will hurt and I'd rather give you a five-load blowjob tomorrow again.
-Joel, I don't know how to thank you. Would you have a coffee with me now?
He nodded, I took my dick back in my tracksuit and of course still shirtless, we headed to the kitchen. He sat as I was preparing coffee. Once we were both sitting, he asked me.
-So you've never had sex with boys, Mr. Fletcher?
-Are we gonna call each other Mr. Serrada and Mr. Fletcher again? After all, you've just given me a five-load blowjob, Joel. I'd like to become your friend.
-You wanna be the friend of a bisexual man who has just sucked your cock?
-I'm really grateful to you, Joel. Let's say that up to this morning I never knew what a blowjob is. Cumming in little streams is a real problem.
-Well, I like both girls and boys but it's not often that I've had sex with boys. But you're a sexy man and being shirtless and with such a tent pole this morning, as I told you a while ago, well... I couldn't resist.
-But you have sucked dicks before, haven't you?
-Yes, but scarcely. You see? I like mannish men but I don't like having sex with heterosexual guys. You've been an exception. Well, in the past I tricked two of my heterosexual friends into sucking my cock, promising I would blow them later. Well, they did but they showed me clearly they weren't enjoying and that's the reason I don't like having sex with heterosexual boys, and they never repeated, so I saw them later even a little shocked. But you're different, David. I see you open-minded and grateful, as you've just told me. But see? I don't like serving boys. In fact, I like the opposite. I'd like to find a heterosexual boy serving me. So forgive me but you seem to be the kind of boy who can be challenged and say, trained, into doing things for a boy's fun, provided you also have fun, of course.
-Surely you're not thinking of me giving you a blowjob, are you?
-If you look at yourself, you'll see that you're hard. I think challenges turn you on, David. But of course you can fire me or you can just say no if ever I asked you to suck my cock.
-You're even thinking of fucking me in the ass, isn't it?
-Well, I have not seen your ass, only the shape of it under your tracksuit, but of course I'd love to do it. First, I simply want you to know that I'd like you to do certain things for my fun but you will only do them if you want, I never force anybody. But one other thing must be clear, David.
-Tell me, Joel.
-I'll give you a blowjob with many cums every day as far as I'm working in your house. But you're really wealthy and soon may be thinking that I do it in return for money or gifts or anything. So you'll only pay me what you've told me so far, understood? Only as your worker.
-Perfect, Joel, don't worry, I'll never insult you offering you money or anything. You can try and challenge me but I tell you clearly that maybe I'm not the man you're looking for and probably will never do some things. But I really wanna become your friend, Joel.
-So let's shake hands, David.
We did and soon later we finished coffee. He told me he would work in the kitchen sink. I had nothing to do and stayed there watching him work but soon he told me.
-I think there's a problem with one of the screws but I can't see it well, would you have a look for me?
Then I lied on the floor and crawled under the sink and was looking.
It was a loose screw and since it was something really easy to do, I did it myself and told him. Then I slid out from under the sink.
But fast as lightning, I noticed that Joel was sitting on my face.
-This is called facesitting --he told me- and I want to be a good while sitting on your face, unless of course you ask me to stand up at once and leave you alone.
I guessed that was his way of starting his training. Well, I was not submissive, I've never been but in that moment all I thought about is that Joel was having fun, so I could allow him this first game. It was nothing to me, but it surprised me cause I still had more little streams to shoot.
-You can go on, Joel, sir. In fact, well why not tell you? I've just shot another little stream.
-Please don't call me sir. I want you to experience fun giving me fun, but not to become my slave. Oh, you horny boy, you really seem to enjoy with me, can't you see? Ok, I'll go on facesitting you a longer while. Maybe you're disgusted at the smell of my ass?
-I can only notice your jeans on my face, there's no smell.
-Am I choking you?
-You're not, and ok, Joel, since this is funny for you, you can play a little with me.
-I'd like you now to pull down my jeans.
Something in me wanted to do it. That sociable mulatto could be a funny friend. So far it was nothing to me to notice his bare ass on my face.
-I want you to lick my buttocks.
I didn't remember to ever have licked any girl's buttocks, but I said to myself: why not? And I started licking a boy's buttocks and didn't know the reason why but I was hard.
-Now try to lick the interior of my bum. You're a really hot boy, David and don't seem to object to this little game and apparently you're having fun.
Well, my tongue inside a boy's crack? That was a challenge, but I decided to do it, thinking I'd be disgusted and would ask him to stop but at least I could try when for the first time I thought that I didn't care whether it was funny for me or not, but it would be funny for a man who was my worker but I would like to turn into a friend. I like unconventional people and I was sure Joel Serrada is a wonderful person.
So my tongue was indeed licking his crack. He asked me what I felt and whether it was too dirty. But I answered it was not dirty and I could do it and there my tongue was, knowing the first taste of a boy, and still I had one more little stream that came gushing out of my dick, staining my briefs. As I didn't want to hide it, I told him what had just happened. Just then Joel finally stood up.
-So anything to reproach me for today, David?
-Nothing, Joel. I can't believe that today you've made me blast seven little streams of semen. I first had the best blowjob of my life and with facesitting you've been having fun and sincerely me too since I've shot two more loads. If you keep on training me --I said with a wide smile-, I don't know, sincerely, whether I could ever do more or just stay where I am now, but my desire to be your friend continues.
-Thanks, David. I like you a lot. You're both sexy and brave. Ok, maybe tomorrow we'll keep on playing. But both of us have enjoyed today. I must leave you now. See you tomorrow.
And he left. He had appointed to return tomorrow at eight a.m. I spent all that day hard and wondering why, surprised at myself. But I never reproached myself anything. I'd had fun this morning with Joel. Later I slept at the penthouse. I didn't go as far as wanking over him that first day but really desired to see him again soon.
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