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Revenge... the next day
...I put the cigar in the bowl, and the empty beer bottle next to it. I wanted to stand up but I couldn't. Not only was I buzzed from the beer, but the cigar had my head swimming too. Mike let my cock out of his mouth with another pop. I was spent. It surprised me when Mike suggested spending the night. But I was in no condition to argue. I went to sleep in the bed, Mike left the room and ended up sleeping on the couch. I drifted off thinking that this was going to be the start of a great new friendship.
I woke up the next morning to see Mike standing over me with a look like he was going to kill me.
"Lets get one thing straight man, this shit aint going to happen again." Mike said while throwing my jeans at me.
I just looked at him smugly and picked up my phone.
"What are you doing?" Mike asked.
"Just signing into the Mike Sucks Cock website." I said with a smile.
"What the fuck? I did what you wanted. How long are you going to be a jerk Eric?"
"Until I get what I want, and right now I want to get dressed and get some breakfast. But if I were you I would stick around today, I might need those cunt lips on my cock again later." I said as I was getting my pants on and collecting my stuff.
I left with Mike standing in the middle of his apartment, a stupid look on his face. It was a pretty normal look for Mike.
I went back to my place and tried to process everything that happened last night. Now I couldn't prove it, but Mike sucked cock better than most of the women I have been with. He knew how to work my cock with his tongue and milk my shaft with his throat. These are not things that a normal straight guy would know. Or at least I don't know how to do what he did.
I had homework to get done and I had to meet Matty for a movie later. But I couldn't stop thinking about Mike all day. As we walked into the movie, I sent Mike a text telling him to meet me at his place at 10.
After the movie I made out with Matty a little but while I was kissing and fondling her, I was still thinking about Mike. I wanted his mouth on my cock again. I wanted my load buried in him like the bitch he was. And I wanted it to hurt.
Right at 10 PM, I pulled up to Mike's place. I looked up and saw that the lights were on. I had thought that maybe he would try to call my bluff, but it looks like he was still scared I would send that email out and ruin his reputation. I was half tempted to do it anyway after I was done fucking with him, but I would make that decision later. Right now, I wanted another killer blowjob from the stud on campus.
Mike was waiting on me just like I told him to. I walked around his place again like I owned it. He didn't say anything just watched me. I put my fingers next to his mouth and waited. It didn't take long before Mike had opened his mouth and started to suck on my fingers. What a bitch.
I couldn't help but smile as I pushed my fingers into his throat to see how far he would let me go. He took them all the way. My cock was starting to strain in my pant and I am pretty sure it was leaking. Pulling my fingers out of his mouth I plopped down on the couch.
"You got a beer for me cock sucker?"
Mike didn't answer, he just left and returned with a beer. After he handed it to me I took a sip and stared him straight into his eyes. He couldn't look at me. He turned away.
"So Eric, how long are you going to keep doing this to me?" Mike finally said, still not looking at me. "I had a date tonight with a freshman pussy."
"I'm going to keep doing this as long as I want to bitch." I was getting my bravado on. "You got a problem with that?"
Mike didn't respond, he just hung his head.
"I didn't think so." Taking another sip of my beer. I owned him. I owned the big jock on campus. He was going to be my personal bitch, like it or not.
I spread my legs and kicked back. Now that I had him, I was going to see how far he was willing to go. I looked around and saw that box of cigars still sitting on the table. I pointed over at them and Mike immediately walked over and took one out. He cut it, and lit it, taking a puff off of it before handing it over.
Now I know that I have always said smoking was gross. I was one of those guys that would go out of my way to avoid that crowd of people outside the buildings on campus, smoking. But there was something powerful about sitting here, on Mike's couch, drinking Mike's beer, smoking Mike's cigars, while making this bitch fag out on my cock.
I unzipped my jeans and raised up just enough to get them down so my cock could come out. Mike's eyes were always down but once my cock was out, he couldn't stop looking at it. Now it would have been pretty easy to have him get on my cock right then and there, but I wanted to humiliate him more.
"Hey bitch, strip for me." I said while puffing on the cigar. I felt like one of those guys at a strip club and Mike was the two dollar hooker I was going to be banging later. It was a real power trip.
Mike had on his usually basketball shorts and wife beater. It was a standard look for him. So it didn't take long for him to get his cloths off. He did have a great body. I bet Mike had almost no body fat. He was thick, but it wasn't fat, it was muscle. Mike played every sport the college had to offer, and most of the guys joked that he lived in the gym. If Mike's cock was on any other person, it would look abnormal. But for Mike's build, his 10+ inches looked in proportion.
"Do I have to tell you to get on your knees, or does a cock sucking bitch like you know what to do?" I said smiling ear to ear looking at this muscle jock standing naked in front of me.
Mike got down between my legs and took my cock into his mouth. As big and masculine as Mike was, his mouth felt like a teenage girl's. It was warm and wet. I was like nothing I had ever felt.
As soon as his mouth hit my cock, I leaned way back and put my head against the back of the couch, puffing away on that cigar. I closed my eyes and just let him do his thing. Now as I have said, Mike sucked cock better than any guy should be able to do.
He ran his tongue up and down my cock never letting my cock leave his mouth. He twisted his tongue around the head. He used his mouth to both milk and message my cock. All I could do was close my eyes and enjoy.
For at least 15 min Mike swirled my cock in and out of his throat. Working his tongue back and forth. Making me feel like a god. All the time I was sipping on a beer and puffing on a cigar. It was more than just a blowjob, it was power.
My beer was finished, and I needed a break before I lost my load down his throat. I didn't want this to end too soon. I wanted it to last, all night if I could. I put a hand on Mike's forehead and pushed him off. The plopping sound of my cock coming out of his mouth was turning out to be one of my favorite sounds.
"Grab me a beer bitch." I said blowing smoke into Mike's face.
Mike got up and I decided I want to take this back to the bedroom. When I got in there, I noticed the cigar butt still sitting on the plate. The empty beer bottle was gone oddly enough though. I kicked off my shoes and jeans and crawled up against the head board again. Mike handed me the beer and took no time crawling back up between my legs. With my cock leaking fuck sauce all over his bed, it seemed only natural to wipe it on his face.
"Lick my balls bitch" I said to Mike with a sneer.
Mike carefully lifted my balls and started licking them and sucking on them. It felt so good. He was licking up one side of my balls then back down the other side. He was cradling my balls in his mouth and gently sucking on them. He was such a fucking bitch in the bed. I couldn't help myself from blowing smoke in his face and spitting my cigar spit on his forehead.
After a few minutes, my cock was rock hard and there was a long string of fuck snot hanging off the tip. I knew what I wanted, but I wasn't sure I was going to get it. I wanted Mike's ass.
"Hey bitch, you ever ride a cock before?" I said pretty nonchalantly.
Mike's eyes immediately looked up at me. I think it was the first time he looked me in the face since I first got there. His eyes were pleading but his mouth still had a ball in it. Gently letting my ball slip from his mouth, Mike's lower lip started to quiver.
"Dude, you can't be serious." Mike said.
I just smiled and took another puff off that cigar. I wanted his pussy. I wanted to blow my load in his ass. And right now, I had all the leverage, so it looked like I was going to get what I wanted.
"I'm going to fuck you, the only thing you have to decide is how hard you plan on making this." I was smiling so big right now, like a predator playing with his food. "The harder you make it, the harder I make it."
Mike had a tear in his eye. I think this was the first time I had ever seen him scared like this. You could see the wheels turning in his head. I needed to push him.
"So bitch, are you going to give me that ass, or should I just go ahead and hit send?" It was over, I had him.
Mike just looked at me, defeated, almost crying. Mike knew it was coming. And during this whole exchange my cock remained rock hard.
"You got any lube bitch?" I asked. Mike pointed at the drawer in the nightstand and sure enough there was a bottle of lube in there. He was prepared, I guess. "Turn around and bend over bitch, show me that pussy."
Mike got on all fours and turned around. He backed up a little and put his ass near my face. His ass checks were solid muscle and perfectly round. They were heavenly. No women or girl I had ever been with had an ass that looked this good.
"Put your head down and reach back and spread those cheeks bitch." I sneered while slapping one of his perfect ass cheeks. Mike didn't hesitate. He spread those cheeks wide and I saw that perfect little cunt of his.
I put some lube on my finger and circled his ass ring. Mike moaned. I worked my finger around, feeling every wrinkle, every muscle. Mike's cunt twitched when I hit certain spots. It was so nice. I put a little more lube on his hole and with a good push I sank a finger all the way into Mike's cunt.
Mike tried to crawl forward but I slapped his ass hard again and he stopped. I pulled out my finger and shoved it back in. I twisted my finger, moving it in and out. I found his g spot really fast and made sure that I hit it over and over. The more I hit it the louder Mike moaned. After about 5 minutes, I had 2 fingers in his cunt, then 3. It only took me about 10 minutes before I had him squirming like a bitch. His cunt was ready and my cock was too.
I got on my knees behind Mike and lined my cock head up with his cunt. Mike was begging me not to do it. He offered me anything to spare his cunt. Like he would have spared a cunt from his cock after he put this much work into it. I was laughing at how pathetic Mike was. My cock was leaking so much that my fuck sauce was spilling down Mike's ass crack and off his balls.
I put my hands on his waist and started pushing. The head slipped in pretty easy but then hit some resistance. One good push though and I was past it. My balls were up against Mike's ass and I was in heaven. Mike's ass was clenching my cock and he was crying like a baby. I couldn't tell the difference between the high I felt having my cock in the tightest hole ever, or the high I felt from the power trip.
I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in balls deep again. Mike started to scream but stopped himself, so I did it again and again. Mike's cries were real. I'm sure he was in some pain. But I was in heaven. I reached over and picked up the cigar and put it in my jaw, giving Mike's ass just a second of a break. Then I slammed his ass again.
This was not one of those fucks you give your girlfriend that says you love her. This was the kind of fuck you give a whore that you paid for and don't ever plan on seeing again. But in this case, I might never leave. Mike's cunt was so good. I was long dicking it. I was pulling almost out, sometimes all the way out, then slamming all the way back in.
I lost myself in this fuck. I fucked him long and hard, making sure he felt every stroke. But I couldn't last too much longer. I was going to flood Mike's cunt with my baby batter. The best thing about fucking this cunt, it can never get pregnant. So why would I waste the chance to flood it with my cum?
I took a long puff off the cigar and squeezed Mike's hips back against my cock and let the cum go. Mike's screams and cries had turned to moans at some point. I don't know when it happened, but I think he had started to like it. It didn't matter to me, the only thing that mattered was that Mike was my bitch now. I knew now that I could have him anytime I wanted.
I fell back, letting my cock come out of his gaping hole. The cigar was almost finished but had some life left, and there was still one thing left for this worthless cock slut to do, clean my cock. Slapping Mike's ass brought him back around and without much encouragement, he started sucking my cock clean while I laid back against the headboard.
I was totally spent. The high I had was unlike anything I had ever felt. It was part power trip and part sexual climax. Add to that the beers and cigar smoke, and I wasn't moving. I guess this was going to be my second night in Mike's bed.....