Mike Loves Cum

Mike Loves Cum 7

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I served lunch to Ron. We were still both naked; I couldn't take my eyes off his big beautiful cock. He liked that I did not wash my face, allowing several loads of cum to dry and crust but he was disappointed in my food preparation. He said I needed to learn more. "Yes, sir," I said, casting my eyes downward. I hated to disappoint him in any way.

We talked more about Mr. Thornton this morning. Ron told me that Mr. Thornton was intrigued by me. Mr. Thornton loved my willingness to wear cum and was so turned on that Jacob finally had settled in front of his boss to slowly suck him off while he talked about me. "I also was pretty turned on watching Jacob suck. He really concentrated on Mr. Thornton's ass and those big balls. We barely got any work done and finally called it quits. We got upstairs and you offer to suck him off. You saw how quickly he agreed, and how quickly he came."

"His cock was so big." I said, reliving the sensation of that big dick filling my mouth and throat.

Ron pulled me in for a hug. "You've come so far so fast, Mike. From an innocent kid who barely could admit he jerks off, to a cock-sucking, cum-eating houseboy. Took less than two weeks! I'm so happy with your progress, Mike."

"Thank you, Ron. That means a lot to me. If you want to do anything else, please tell me. Ok?"

"Of course. But remember that, as your boss, I need to be addressed as "sir" or even "master." Your dad would not be happy. We cannot be brothers, Mike. You are my subordinate; I am your superior. I give orders, you follow them. Are we clear?"

"Yes, sir." I knew he was right. I saw he was looking at me kindly, not upset with me. "Yes, master. And thank you for correcting me."

"I have work to do downstairs," he said. "How about cleaning my bedroom and bath upstairs. I want those rooms spotless by the time I'm done."

"Yes, sir. Should I wear clothes while cleaning, sir?"

"As I told your dad, you're free to dress as you prefer. There's an intercom throughout the house if I need to tell you to dress. And the code for dressing is `ball'. If I say that, make sure you have something on, like shorts or something. Otherwise you can be dressed or undressed as you prefer."

"Thank you, sir," I responded. "I'd like to be naked, if it's ok."

Ron smiled. "A man after my own heart. Good boy," he told me as we separated.

The outdoor bell rang about an hour later. I had made good progress. "Can you get that, boy?" I heard Ron through the intercom. "Be on the ball."

I grabbed a pair of basketball shorts, the tight ones I had worn this morning, for that's all I had. I got the door just as it rang again. The huge blond was ready to ring a third time. I thought I recognized him, but wasn't sure. "Hi, I'm Kevin Miller," he said, sticking out his hand.

"Oh, yes, hi" I said. "I'm Mike. I'm Mr. Daniels' assistant."

Wow. Kevin Miller was that huge muscle man that I had seen in the Dungeon talking with Kip. He was naked then with at least 10" of hard cock.

"You're the tennis coach." I said.

"Why yes, do we know each other?

"No, sir, you were just pointed out to me a few days ago. Are you here to see Ron?"

I took him to the Lower Level. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was massive with wide shoulders, huge back, narrow waist and a real small round ass. Ron greeted his old friend warmly. Tight hugs and shoulder pats. "Mike, please get a couple soft drinks for us."

"Yes, sir," I answered.

"Sir?" Kevin asked, looking at Ron.

"Mike is learning to serve as my houseboy. Next door neighbor's kid, but now working here. Good kid, learning to serve."

I couldn't keep my cock from rising as I returned with a choice of water, soda and seltzer. Both men had settled into the club chairs. I kept staring at Mr. Miller, the man was so handsome, a stare I felt he was returning. They were chatting about old times, Ron recalling when they had dated the same girl.

With no place to sit, I stood alongside Ron, awaiting instructions. Ron pointed to the floor. "Sit," he directed softly. As they continued to chat, Ron started to touch my hair, and then my face, sort of caressing me as they spoke. He was absent-mindedly flaking dried cum from my face. Ron was describing his breakup with first Mary and then Linda. His fingers were covering my face. Eventually he pushed his fingers into my mouth, forcing me to suck them.

"So what are you doing for relief?" Mr. Miller asked, smiling, touching his crotch. "If I remember correctly, you needed `companionship' several times a day."

"As do you, my friend," Ron laughed. "Luckily I've been able to meet people in my software business. Met some VERY friendly people.

Mr. Miller was touching between his legs as he looked down at me. I was licking Ron's fingers. "What about your boy? He friendly? He seems overdressed." Overdressed? I was wearing just a pair of running shorts.

Ron smiled. "He's learning. Doing well. In fact, he usually doesn't wear those shorts. He put them on to answer the door. Mike, if you want to lose the shorts, you can."

"Thank you, sir," I said. I could tell Mr. Miller liked the sound of that. I stood to strip.

"Want to help him, Kevin? The kid often needs help."

Mr. Miller chuckled. He pulled me over to his chair, and slowly lowered my shorts. My cock popped out, hardening, in front of this handsome man.

Ron kept talking as I stood naked in front of Mr. Miller. "As I remember, Kevin, you didn't wear too much around the house either." They both laughed. "Remember the time you walked in naked when I was studying with that cute girl from my English class? She sure was shocked. You didn't seem to want to cover yourself, right? Remember how flustered she got looking at that big dick of yours?" Ron turned to me. "Kevin loved walking around our small house completely naked. We didn't shave ourselves back then, so his whole area looked huge."

"I still don't shave," Kevin offered. He looked at me, "And I can see the kid doesn't either."

"No sir," I said. "Not that I have a lot."

Mr. Miller looked closely at me. "You have plenty. Thick pubes for a kid." He ran his fingers through my pubic hair; I was shocked he did that. "Uh is it ok I touch him, Ron?"

Ron laughed. "Just like old times. Do it first, ask permission later. Sure, I want Mike to please my friends."

Mr. Miller cupped my balls. His long fingers surrounded my dick and balls. "Thanks, Ron. The boy is well developed for a freshman. And what about you? As I recall, you were naked a hell of a lot, too. With those big balls and large cock, you were always flopping around."

"Guilty, my friend. And, full disclosure, I still hang naked most of the time. Linda liked me being naked. And now that I'm single, I'm naked nearly all the time. Young Mike here is learning to be cool with us both sans clothing. His dad next door is ok with it as well."

"So why are we dressed?" Mr. Miller asked, standing to remove his shirt. His chest was awesome, heavily muscled, covered in a thin layer of blond hair.

"May I help, sir?" I offered. Mr. Miller dropped his arms to his side, allowing me to take over completely. Falling to my knees, I opened his belt, then his zipper, watching as his trousers fell to the floor. He kicked off his shoes as I went for his socks. His underwear was a tight, Jockey-brand boxer brief, light blue, looking fully packed. I pulled on the waist band, eager to see his cock again. First I saw his blond pubes, natural as he described, covering his abdomen. Pulling further, I saw his cock. It was not fully hard, but still 8 inches. A massive beautiful cock. I stared at it for several seconds.

"I think Mike likes the naked Kevin," Ron said.

Mr. Miller's cock had risen to its full potential. Ten long fat inches of blond-haired cock! "Oh wow," I exclaimed.

Ron was the first to speak. "Dude, that dick's fucking huge. Way bigger than mine. You've grown since we graduated!"

Mr. Miller laughed. "Thanks, bud. It's grown about 2 inches since we lived together. Has its drawbacks as well as its benefits." He stroked it a couple times; I could see it throb.

I continued to stare. "How long since you last came, sir? It's SO big." I was mesmerized. I so wanted to touch it, to lick it, to taste it.

"Been a couple hours, boy," he answered, pulling me closer. "Like I said, I need to relieve it all the time." He looked at me carefully. "Want to help?"

I looked at Ron. "Can I sir? Please can I help?" I was begging. I was still on my knees.

Ron chuckled yet again. "You like that big dick, Mike?" He grabbed a hold of Mr. Miller's huge cock and slapped it gently across my cheek. "Mmmm, yes sir. Please may I lick that dick?"

This time both men laughed. Mr. Miller directed his monster to my mouth. "About time my dick got some houseboy tongue."

I was desperate to suck as much of Mr. Miller's blond cock as I could. I went down half way and then back. It tasted so good, so clean, like Paulo's this morning. But twice the size. I started sucking up and back inhaling his man smell as I went. I was in heaven.

Ron cautioned, "Remember, MIke. You want to be a good cocksucker. Use your tongue. Go deep, try to swallow." He cradled my head to push me further onto Mr. Miller's huge cock. I went deeper than I should have, perhaps 8 inches and gagged. "Aagh," I cried as I pulled back, a huge glob of slime escaping my mouth, dripping down my chin.

"Easy, boy," Mr. Miller said. He bent down to lift my chin. "No need to overdo it. I appreciate the effort. Just take what you can. Sure, I like when a cocksucker gags for me, but I don't want you to regret going down on me."

"I could never regret that, sir," I told him, stroking the length of his large tool. I wanted to go back to his cock. I licked it, then sucked it back into my mouth.

"Feels real fine, Ron." Mr. Miller said. He was holding my head to control me. He started to face fuck me. I loved the feeling. "Yes, boy, take that cock," he moaned.

Ron was talking above me. "Hey, Kev, remember when we fucked that redhead from the Library? You had her mouth and I had her cunt. Think we could do that again?"

With Mr. Miller nodding, I felt Ron's cock at my back door. Somehow, he was pouring lube. Then he was rubbing his own huge tool in my crack. I started moaning. I never felt something so good. I felt Ron's cock press into my hole. "Yeah, Ron, fuck that pussy. Put that big dick into teen pussy. Fucking awesome!"

Ron pushed past my sphincter. "Aaah," I cried. It felt fuller than the other time he fucked me. But that cry opened my throat just as Mr. Miller was pushing in. His cock went completely down my throat. "Mmmm," I moaned again. My throat was full of cock. My lips were pressed into blond pubes. Ron pushed further into my ass. I was stuffed at both ends. I could feel my eyes tearing, my nose running and my ass tingling. Suddenly waves of pleasure rushed over me like never before. I was cumming. My cock was spurting. And spurting. Again and again. I tried to cry out but I had too much cock.

A moment later, Mr. Miller started his orgasm. His balls pulled up, his cock expanded even more, if that's possible. I could feel a jet of cream hit my throat, then another, on my tongue. He pulled out to deliver several jets of cum onto my face. My eyes, my forehead, my nose. I could barely recognize the sensations when Ron started shooting in my ass. He, too, gave me two shots inside my boy-cunt, then several shots onto my hole. It felt so phenomenal. He was moaning, but I was too overwhelmed to respond. I felt his thick cock re-enter my pussy as I blacked out.

I came to, just a minute later. Ron had pulled me atop him on a chaise. Mr. Miller and Ron were both concerned about me. "Please, I'm ok. Just too much for a second. I'm fine." I hated that I showed that I was a kid.

"You sure, Mike?" Mr. Miller said. "You just had 19 inches of cock in your body. Could overcome anybody."

"It was...it was the best experience of my life," I moaned. Ron was lightly rubbing his hands over my body, trying to help me feel good. Of course, I loved his hands touching me. "Mmm." I moaned. Mr. Miller started caressing me also, running his hands through my legs and thighs to my balls and my dick. I loved it.

"Boy has guts," Mr. Miller saiid, still touching my balls and cock. I had not lost my hard-on despite the best orgasm of my life.

As they kept roaming their hands over my body, Ron and Mr. Miller began chatting again. "So Kevin," Ron asked, "how's a guy who can cum like that every two hours handle his needs? Have a young lady on the side?"

"I wish, bro. Main drawback of this dick is that it scares most women. Have spent too much time and money on dinners and drinks only to have women run when they feel it. Been more successful with men lately. Just like our college days!"

"Been back to the fraternity house?"

"Fuck yeah, the Dungeon is better than ever." He looked at me. "That's where I recognize you. You were there a few days ago, taking a load from that kid, Kip, right?"

"Yes, sir," I admitted. "It was my first time there."

"Wish I could go there every day myself," he said to Ron. "I have to be careful. I am a coach. But the relief is great. No questions asked. I can jack off in the open and plenty of guys want my load. Seems they like a big dick feeding them. They just don't know the problems."

Ron squeezed my cock. "I think young Mike here loves big dick."

"Yes sir," I answered honestly. "Feels so good. I love bigger cocks, but also smaller ones."

Mr. Miller answered, "Well, Mike, it's good to like them all. Especially here..." He pushed my legs up as I lay on Ron. Ron grabbed me under my knees, understanding his former roommate. "Sometimes the best place for a big cock is right here." Slowly Mr. Miller inserted his finger into my hole. It felt so good. He pushed his finger back and forth, kind of scratching an itch I didn't have. "What's this?" he asked, pulling out a glob of cream.

"That's my sperm, you doofus," Ron snickered. "Taste it."

Mr. Miller took a lick. "Not bad, roomie. A little saltier, I think, than when we had those twin girls. Remember how they made us eat them out after we fucked them? Remember how we swapped?"

"Ha, sure do, bud. I remember yours had a gallon up her twat!"

As Ron was talking, Mr. Miller guided his hard cock to my hole. "Yeah, Mike, take my dick. Glad Ron inserted so much natural lube." In one swift motion, he was all the way in. "Ugh, so full," I cried. Ron tried to soothe me. "It's OK, Mike, I want my houseboy to know how to fuck. My cock is not enough. Take Kevin's monster cock. Enjoy that huge dick!"

Mr. Miller began to fuck. He moved slowly, pushing his huge cock slowly in, slower out and even slower in. At first I thought I'd want to pull away, but I knew I needed to learn to take a big fuck if I was to please Ron. And, I also wanted to enjoy looking at the monster again, so I needed to take it.

Mr. Miller understood. I was new at taking cock. "Yes, boy, you'll let me know when you're ready, won't you? " He explained to Ron, "I love when a boy learns he can take it. That my cock won't hurt him. Just takes a few minutes. Then the pain turns to pleasure." He looked back at me. I was feeling so much better. My cock was rising again. "Ready to get good and fucked now Mike?" As he said that he began to speed up. In no time he was pounding my ass with his body, his cock buried deep inside my colon. I could feel his big balls slapping my ass as he fucked me with all his power. From earlier pain, I was now loving it. Loving getting fucked by a huge dick.

We seemed to arrive together. "Aaagh," I screamed as he yelled "Fuck, I'm cumming!" I could feel his cock somehow expand wider in my ass as my own cock spewed my cum all over my stomach. Again and again we both spurted our cream. It was an unbelievable feeling.

Mr. Miller surprised me when he started licking my cum from my body. We heard Ron chuckling. "You really have learned a thing or two. Looks like my friend really likes cum. Awesome, old buddy."

"Guilty. Learned to appreciate good wine and good cum in my old age," he laughed.

We heard a sound from the back gate. Before we could react, there was Dad. I could imagine the sight. Naked me atop naked Ron while naked Mr. Miller was licking my belly and dick. When he saw us, he broke out in the widest smile I'd seen in years. "My boy looks like he's having quite a time." We all laughed. Ron introduced Mr. Miller.

"You should be proud of your son, Cliff," Ron said. He's already earned his first bonus. Doing a grand job.

"And how," Mr. Miller added.

"I can see that. Naked and happy!" Dad said to all of us. He was so right.

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