Mike Loves Cum 8
By Stockman. stockman334@gmail.com
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Once Dad and Mr. Miller left, Ron became my boss again. I was given my own room to sleep. Ron insisted that, as a houseboy, I needed to be on-call whenever he wanted me. Dad concurred.
After dinner, with Ron again expressing disappointment in my culinary skills, Ron called me to the Lower Level. He directed me to the floor in front of him. His cock looked beautiful to me, nestled in his thick pubes, hanging over his large balls. Caressing my head, he guided me. "Time you learned to use your tongue a bit before we retire for bed," he said to me. I began with his muscular thighs, spending several minutes washing them with my tongue. His cock grew under my tonguing work, especially when I licked his big testicles. I loved the taste, I had to admit. With a big smile, I pressed my nose as well as my tongue all over his balls, wetting them - washing them - with fresh saliva.
"Good boy," Ron moaned as I worked my tongue lower and lower, reaching his man hole. "The work of a good houseboy," he groaned, pressing my face deeper into his ass. He raised his legs high into the air, allowing me full access to his hole, pulling my lips and nose into his manly hole. I could hear how much he was loving this.
"Does this please you, master?" I asked. As if I didn't know!
"Oh you fucker," he laughed. "You're toying with me! Using your new skills to play with me, aren't you? You just learned to suck cock a few days ago, and now you're toying with my body. Driving me fucking crazy.
And yes, it fucking pleases me!"
"Thank you, sir," I said in mock appreciation. I knew he was loving it. I somehow curled my tongue even more to push further into his man hole. My boss screamed in pleasure yet again, causing me to push even further. My nose and mouth dribbled spit all around his hole.
"Mike, I want you to do something I never thought I'd tell someone. I want you to put your hard teen cock into my asshole. I want you to fuck me. Can you do that, boy?"
I was shocked at his order. I never thought my studly master would require that. Imagine, me fucking Ron! I had just learned to get fucked and now he wants me to fuck him! But, as Dad instructed, I decided I was to do as Ron ordered.
His hole was all wet. My cock was throbbing. I pressed my cock to his hole. Oh so tight! It wouldn't go in. Ron took a deep breath, then exhaled as he pushed onto my dick. Yes! It went in. The head of my cock went past his sphincter. I was inside another man.
"Now you're really no longer a virgin," Ron huffed as he took more of my hard cock. "Fuck me, boy. We're both losing part of our virginity today. Fuck me like a man fucks."
I started moving my cock in and out. I wanted to do it the way Ron fucked me yesterday. Slowly at first, faster and faster as we both got comfortable. In a few moments, we could hear my balls slapping on Ron's body. I was pounding his ass with my cock. My teen cock and his manly stud ass. I still could not think of it as a pussy, like mine, but I WAS fucking it. Yes!
We fucked for several minutes. Ron grabbed his cock to stroke while he was getting fucked. He was controlling the action. He was deciding if we went faster or slower. My cock seemed to do as it was told. I was feeling better this way. Ron was still in control. He was using my cock as he wanted, as his houseboy should. So when he sped up even faster, I knew what he wanted. With a loud groan, he began to spew a large stream of cum across his stomach just as I began to ejaculate inside him. I was cumming inside my master's ass. So fucking good! Ron kept shooting cum across his body as I shot several jets inside his body.
Finally we collapsed. Ron pulled me to him, crushing our chests together. I could feel his cum oozing around our bodies. I wanted to lick that cum, to taste his cum mixed with his sweat.
The doorbell rang as we were separating. "Better answer that, boy," he told me. "Grab a towel first." When I pulled back, our skin kind of stuck together for a second. We both grinned as I swiped my finger through his chest hair, retrieved a bit of cum and quickly tasted it. As I expected it was delicious.
I opened the door quickly, forgetting to check who was there, wrapping the towel around me a bit late. The doorway was filled by a rather tall man in a black suit and hat. He looked down at me, at my nearly nude attire, lingered for a second, then looked back to my face. "I'm so sorry to intrude, sir. I'm Clay Palmer, Mr. James Thornton's driver. He asked me to drop off this package and invitation. May I come in for a second?"
"Yes, yes of course," I said, trying to hold up the towel; I had not grabbed it properly and it was falling. Despite my best efforts, it fell exposing me to this man. He was in his mid 20s, over 6 feet, perhaps 6'1", dark haired and quite muscular. His uniform hugged tightly in all the right places. He didn't seem so shocked that I was now naked.
"Relax, sir. It's ok. I'm not uncomfortable, if you're not. Nothing wrong with guys naked. Mr. Thornton allows it at his home all the time. Please may I present the invitation?"
"Yes, please follow me." I led Clay to the Lower Level. Ron had also donned a towel, but cum streaks were visible on his stomach and chest, at least to me. He looked so hot, I must have turned red, but neither Ron nor Clay seemed embarrassed.
After introductions, Clay explained why he was here. "Mr. Thornton seems to have taken an interest in Mike. He has been talking about him for the last few hours." He turned to me. "Don't know what you did, kid, but he's taken kindly." Back to Ron, he said, "I have an invitation, sir. He's having a `showing' Sunday afternoon and would like to invite Mike to participate."
"A showing?" Ron asked.
"Yes, sir. Mr. Thornton noted Mike's interest in stylish underwear. As you know from working on his website, he's a distributor for men's underwear. In fact, he's the biggest on the west coast. Very successful, I believe. Anyway a few times a year he holds a showing' of the latest styles. He used to use professional models, but found he had more success with amateurs. These are often college kids or young professionals from the area. He used me once, that's how I got this job. The models show off the latest in underwear for buyers in a very casual showing' at his home. Usually around the pool if the weather permits. He sent me with a few pair for Mike to model tomorrow, if he'd agree. He'd model 6 different styles during the day." Ron opened the package. "There's only 5 here."
Now Clay looked a bit red. "Yes, sir. He had me wear the sixth so you could get a better idea of what's involved."
Ron spread the 5 pair for me to see. They were all on the small side, I could see. Two were smaller versions of standard briefs, another two had no sides and one looked more like a posing strap, a front but no back. Despite having fucked just a few minutes ago, I could feel my dick rising. The underwear looked so hot!
But would Ron allow it? Seems I'd be pretty exposed. "Sir, may I do it? Please sir!" I begged.
Ron was pensive, not a good sign. "Mike, you're my houseboy; your duties are here in the house. If you want to do this, we'd need your father's permission and then, you'd still be subject to my controls."
He then turned to Clay. "Mr. Thornton met us just once. Does he know Mike's tendencies? He gets excited really quickly. Isn't that a problem in trying to model? Especially underwear."
Clay laughed out loud. "No sir, not a problem at all. First, only men are allowed in this event. I bet every man has had this problem. Second, many of the models have gotten, how you say, excited, while showing their garments. I remember it happened to me several times during the day. Buyers are permitted to feel the product; a few drifted very close to a restricted area. Fit there is critical. That's what sells good underwear. I didn't mind, to tell you the truth. Felt good, but that's me. Also they tended to inspect the backside carefully. Loose back panels can destroy a sale."
Well, it makes sense, I guess," Ron said. "So let's call your dad."
Dad decided to come over to understand the issue. He found me naked, Ron in a towel and Clay in a formal black suit. Clay repeated the invitation and description of my duties as an amateur underwear model. Dad seemed supportive until he saw the five garments I was to wear. "Wow, not much to them. Mike, you'd be almost naked. You ok with that?" he asked me.
Dad, I'm naked right now. I like being naked. But if you're not sure, let's see how the sixth pair looks."
Ron looked at Clay. "Want to show us?"
"Yes, sir, good idea." Clay started removing his tie. "Want Mike to help?" Ron asked.
"That would be nice," Clay replied, dropping his hands. I took my time to strip this muscular man. I removed his shirt, revealing a smooth chest with large perfectly formed pecs. A hairy strip descended across his stomach, fanning out to his sides. His abs were tight, a good six pack. "Wow," I blurted out when I saw his abs. "Impressive!"
"Thanks, Mike. On Mr. Thornton's security detail we are required to keep in shape. We must spend an hour per day in his gym. I've really bulked up on this job."
As he was speaking, I lowered his trousers, revealing his underwear. The underwear I was to model. White boxer briefs. Dad was the first to comment. "Good, not as skimpy as the other pairs." Then we looked closer. The underwear was all see-through! Polyester and Spandex. Very tight, I mean VERY tight to Clay's body. We could see the outline of Clay's penis very clearly. And we could see the darker color of his pubes above and around his dick. The band said Calvin Klein, that was the only part not revealing.
"Wow you look almost naked," I said.
"A popular style from last year. They just made it a bit more form-fitting this year. It kind of cups my balls a little tighter," Clay explained. "Feel it."
"Can I?" I looked at Dad, then at Ron. Either one could nix the whole thing.
When I saw two nods, I reached up to touch the fabric. First at Clay's sides. The material felt so smooth. Clay smiled at me, "The Buyers are more detail-oriented. Here, reach under the leg. See how it holds its shape?" My fingers went inside his leg, pushing the fabric out as I moved my hand completely inside Clay's leg. "Now check the back," he said, turning his back to me. Oh man, the tight fabric was pressing into Clay's crack, separating his ass cheeks into two distinct globes.
"Most underwear provides an inside panel of fabric. This one doesn't, giving the wearer a more intimate sensation," Clay explained. "That's one of the things we tell the Buyers. Go ahead, feel it." I placed my hands on the two almost-exposed ass cheeks of this muscular man. I couldn't help squeezing his cheeks just a little. "See how it feels, Mike. Buyers tend to get a good feel in, so they know what they are purchasing."
"Feels really good, from this end," I chuckled. My cock was getting hard, just feeling this guy's ass. I squeezed his cheeks again.
"That's it, Mike. Get a good feel in." he urged.
I continued to squeeze his ass. Clay bent a bit at the waist pushing his glutes deeper into my hands. His ass felt so fine! My cock was now rock hard. I loved the feel of his ass. I was getting a bit bold.
"Feel the center, Mike. See, no seam down my crack. The garment is constructed to have two ass panels, yet no seam. Unlike most underwear, the goal here is to look good for others who are looking at the wearer."
"Yes, you're right. It looks so much better than my regular underwear. Look, Dad." I pressed the side of my hand inside Clay's crack. I heard Clay intake a breath.
"Looks like Clay is enjoying your inspection," Dad agreed.
"That feels really good, Mike. That's what Buyers will be examining. That and the front."
He turned to show me the front of his underwear. His cock was more than plump, almost hard. We could see the imprint clearly. His very thick cock pointed to the left, pushing almost up to the Calvin band. Now Ron had an intake of loud breath.
Clay explained, "With no front inside panel, not much I can do if I get excited. Buyers will notice that. Go ahead, Mike, you need to get a feel. The fabric does a good job of conforming to my body, doesn't it? I can feel my cock has gotten hard. And I can feel my balls have pulled up. This underwear makes it feel really good. Better feel it quickly, Mike." Clay was breathing heavy.
I put my hands onto the outline of Clay's balls and his cock. I could feel it throbbing. The fabric couldn't hide the large size of his manhood. It felt wonderful in my hands. Big cock. Big balls. It felt so good.
"That's it, Mike. Buyers want a good feel. Squeeze my boner like the Buyers will."
One squeeze of Clay's large cock was all it took. The fabric got wet with a bit of pre-cum, and then bam! Clay came inside his underwear. He thrust his lower body forward, out of control, as he came. I could see a glob of cum oozing through the fabric onto my hand. So much cum. This was fantastic. Clay kept shooting cum that oozed through to my waiting fingers. I couldn't resist. I took a lick of that cum, tasting its creaminess. It was delicious. Then I spread the cum all across the front of the underwear. Clay grabbed my head to control the sensitivity as I licked cum and spread it across the front panel.
Dad looked at Ron. "My boy so loves cum. He really enjoys eating a man's sperm. Best right from the tap, isn't it?"
Ron agreed. "Yeah. Loves cum. Love that he loves cum." They were both watching me lick Clay's cummy underwear. I looked around, seeing my dad stroking the outline of his bulge. And Ron had tossed his towel, now openly stroking his now-again hard 9 inch cock. I was quite proud of their support and love.
Clay regained control, even as I licked his underwear and the cock inside. "That true, Mike? You partial to cum?" I nodded, somewhat embarrassed. Clay looked down at me? "Want to see if it fits, Mike?"
I turned to Ron. "Can I, sir. Can I try on Clay's underwear? Please sir?
Ron mussed my hair. I was still on my knees licking Clay's bulge. He quickly ran his hand across my cummy face.
"Of course, Mike. Might be fun to try on that cum-filled underwear."
Standing up, I knew everyone could see my again-hard cock. Pre-cum was leaking and I still had drying cum all over my dick from when I was allowed to fuck Ron. I could even see that my pubes were very wet.
Clay lowered his underwear. His big dick popped out quickly, cum covering a good part of his thick shaft. His pubes, dark and abundant, were coated with glossy pearls of cum. He looked at me. "OK?"
I nodded, looking up at his face and down to his cock. So beautiful. A big fat cock, covered in cum. I could see a big glob at his slit. I could smell its essence.
"Shame to waste good cum, Mike," Dad said. "You can lick it if you want."
"Can I, oh can I? Thank you, thank you!" I moaned. I leaned in to Clay's big cock. I licked his shaft, starting at the wide head, licking all around his big cock helmet. I could taste his seed. Sweet. Then I licked his shaft, down the left side and up the right side. Cum was coming off his cock into my waiting mouth. Then I went to his thick black pubes, finding globs of cum buried in his hair, just waiting for my greedy mouth. I licked his pubes from one side to the other, washing his pubes clean with my tongue. His wiry man hair massaged my tongue. Then on to the crevices between his thighs and his pubes, licking as deep as I could reach, cleansing every inch of his skin. Finally, his balls. So fragrant with the essence of cum. I licked his balls heavily, swiping my tongue from his cock to behind his nuts almost to his ass.
I looked up. Everyone was watching me. Dad's cock was tented in his shorts, Ron's cock was hard, and Clay's cock was plump. They were all watching me lick Clay's dick clean. I kind of grinned, a bit embarrassed. Clay pulled me up. "That was perfect, Mike. Thank you for cleaning me so well. I'm so glad you like my cum."
He handed me his underwear. I couldn't wait to try it on. The underwear was so wet! Cum coated almost the entire front. I put my legs through the openings and pulled up. Immediately I could feel Clay's cream as I covered my balls and hard cock with the fabric. It felt so good; like tight silk. I could see my hard-on as if I was naked. Clay dropped to his knees to fit me. "Looks good, Mike." He adjusted the edges around my balls, managing to get a nice feel. He covered my bulge with his fingers, making sure my cock was fit well.
"Looks real good, Mike," Ron offered.
"Yeah, looks great," Clay agreed. He squeezed my cock, checking its fit inside the wet underwear. He squeezed again. I could see the outline of my hard dick as he squeezed it. "Fits really well, Mike. It will look great when the Buyers examine it."
"It WILL look great, Mike," Dad added. "Wish I could be there to see it."
Clay looked up. "Would you like to attend, sir? I could make a call. No problem."
Dad nodded. "Yes, I think I'd like that." My cock throbbed, picturing Dad at this event; I knew I'd be safe no matter what happened.
Clay excused himself to make the call. Ron and Dad took over feeling my new underwear, caressing my dick and my ass as they admired the fit. Dad noted that, with the fabric stretched so tight around my cock that he could see it perfectly, even the circumcision scar was clear. "You have the perfect cock for this underwear, son."
"It shows off his balls real well," Ron noted. I couldn't help grinning, especially as they used their hands to touch those parts they were discussing. My cock was throbbing!
Clay returned, seemingly not at all surprised that Ron and Dad were touching my cock. "All set. Mr. Thornton was very pleased that you wanted to attend. Since Mike is under 18, he thought your attendance would assure Mike's safety."
Dad laughed at that. "Not worried about Mike; it's everyone else who should be worried!" I hoped he was joking.
Clay looked at Dad's throbbing bulge. "Would you like to try on the underwear, too, sir? I know you'll like it and I doubt it can be used for the showing. I was planning to give it to Mike."
Dad considered the offer for a second. "I'd have to get naked, wouldn't I?" he mumbled. Then, immediately, he answered more strongly. "Sure, no reason not to."
Ron again offered me. "Cliff, want Mike's help getting undressed?"
Dad smiled at Ron, then at me. "Of course."
With a big smile, I lowered Dad's shorts as he toed off his shoes. I pulled off his socks, looking up at his nice dad bod. Nicer than most dad's I thought. Trim, hairy and muscular. He looked great from below. I reached up to pull down his Under Armour boxer briefs. That hairy dick and big balls fell into view. He pulled off his shirt. I looked carefully at his hard 7 inch cock. The cock that made me. So rigid, so straight.
It was Clay who broke the silence. "Gonna be tight with that boner, sir. But should be fun!"
I held the underwear open for Dad to step into. He allowed me to pull it up over his hard dick and try to fit it. "Ooo, that feels so nice," Dad said. I knew he could feel the satiny fabric as well as two loads of cum. I couldn't help myself touching him. I squeezed his cock just a bit. Clay dropped to his knees to help. "Notice how the hem fits perfectly. Not too tight but definitely not loose, allowing the wearer to enjoy the form." Clay also ran his hands freely over Dad's body, touching from his ass cheeks to his ass crack to his balls and finally to his front.
Clay squeezed Dad's hard cock. "Notice how the fabric encapsulates a hard penis, Mike. Good to show that to Buyers." I could see Dad's cock head clearly, especially when a drop of pre oozed out, adding to the moistness of the fabric. "See?" asked Clay, squeezing Dad's cock again. Clay then openly licked that moisture, getting Dad's cock into his mouth.
"Oh, man," moaned Dad. "It doesn't feel like I'm wearing anything." Clay licked Dad's cock head again, eliciting another moan from him.
"Want to try, Mike?" Clay offered, giving me just enough space to get my head in.
"Hell, yeah," I exclaimed. I quickly licked Dad's fabric-covered cock and, boldly, sucked in his cock head as far as I could. I hoped he liked the idea of his son sucking his cock.
"Oh my god!" Dad screamed, grabbing my head into his body. His cock erupted almost immediately, pushing his dad cum through the fabric into my mouth. "Fuck fuck fuck," he shouted as he jetted again and again into me.
I pulled away as even more cum oozed from his spewing dad dick through the material. Clay took a swipe, licking the fabric clean until yet another glob of Dad's sperm pushed out for Clay to clean. It was beautiful.
Dad looked over to Ron. "Can't wait till Sunday!"
This episode is dedicated to Paul, who loves to cum in his underwear.
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