Neighbor's On-call Cocksucker – 2
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Part 2
The morning sunlight beamed through the window burning one side of my face and waking me as I painstakingly attempted to open one eye from my groggy state. I moved my hand up to my face to rub some life to it, and as I did, got the strong scent of cum filling my nostrils. The scent triggered my memory of the events of last night. Years of having cock sucking fantasies running through my mind and last night I finally took a step to play it out for real.
Man what did I get myself into? Is this going to come back and haunt me? Is this really going to continue? Questions were just going through my mind like crazy. I thought of every moment of the night again, how I agreed to whatever he said, how he had me strip then inspected me, how I was running on instinct. My hand went under the covers and down to meet my hard cock as I replayed the events in my mind. What? Damp. My boxers and the blanket were wet, and part of my underwear stuck to my leg like glue. The wet dream I had popped back into my mind. My concerning thoughts from a moment ago replaced by bliss as my hand continued its journey to begin to stroke my cock.
"Uuuuuuhhhhh," it felt good as I thought about how that smaller guy, with a smaller dick had total control over me. The taste of his balls and cock came back to me. "Uuuuuhhhh" stroke, stroke, stroke. Me sleeping in a mess of my own cum, "Uuuuuuuhhh" stroke, stroke, stroke. The taste of his cum and me cumming without my cock being touched, "Uuuuuuhhhhh," Bzzzzzz, Bzzzzz, Bzzzzzz.
What was that? A text message interrupted me as I was on full stroke speed. I reached for the cell phone with my free hand and opened the new message.
"Last night was fun. You were great, a natural. Hottest thing I seen ..." the message said. Reading that actually brought a smile to my face. I was happy I was able to please him.
There was a 15 second video attached to the message. The initial picture was black. With trepidation, fearing what is on the video, I pressed the play triangle. The video was of me on my knees in the dimly lit room with his wet white cock disappearing into my mouth. My head was moving in all sorts of angles as I was groaning and slurping like I was starving. And just in case it wasn't obvious enough that I was enjoying it, the full view of me showed my hard cock shooting all over without being touched made it clear I was loving it.
My heart beat hard, and I was so confused. I was scared to see this clear evidence of my perversion as a cocksucker, but I also liked it – getting to see myself being used and enjoying my neighbor's cock. He had already sent the video to me so it was clear he wasn't going to safely keep the video only for his private collection.
I debated about responding back. Yeah I liked the events of last night, but don't know if I wanted to continue with him or continue putting myself in such a vulnerable position. Instead of responding, I watched the video over and over as I lay in bed returning back to my jerkoff session. By the fifth time of hitting play, I reached orgasm. Just a couple of spurts dribbled out of the head of my cock. I think my cum reserves were running low.
Exhausted after just waking up, I dragged my messy self out of bed and into the shower. The water cascading down and the process of scrubbing off the dried cum from my body also served as a mental cleanse. I was able to forget about things and start the day in a normal way.
I got dressed and decided to walk to the nearby farmers market. As I stepped outside, the realization hit me. I'm going to be passing by his place often. Like right now to get to the farmers market, when I walk to work each day, step out to grab a bite to eat, his place will be on my way. He's going to see me I thought. I could run into him at any moment, and there is now someone out there who knows I'm a cocksucker. I took a long route to avoid passing by his place. At the market I kept thinking people knew, that some of those around me may have seen the video of me on my knees happily taking cock. I ended my trip to the market early to get back home and clear my paranoia.
A few days went by and no follow up message from Josh err... Sir. I began to think that I was in the clear. Just a one-time hook up and I won't have to worry about really being on-call. Another day went by, and I began to notice I would take random walks in the evening. I realized I wanted more and was hoping he would see me and call me up. But nothing. I began to wonder what happened if he liked it so much. A week had passed, and I felt I was getting desperate. I needed him to boss me around again. I especially needed his cock again. So I texted him.
"Can I serve you Sir?"
"I was wondering how long it would take for you to reach out to me. Do you want my cock boy?" He replied.
"Yes Sir."
"I didn't call on you cause I wanted to be sure you realized you needed my cock. Are you ready to be my permanent cocksucker, always ready to serve me?"
I was getting hard and grabbing my crotch as I responded, "Yes Sir."
"Write it out to me and say it out loud."
Damn I hate how weak and senseless I get when I am horny, but I responded, "I am ready to be your permanent cocksucker Sir."
"Good, be here in 15 minutes. Wear those blue briefs you wore last time. I trust you did not wash them."
"Ok Sir."
I went to the closet and grabbed the crusty briefs used to clean up the cum from last time. As I slid them on, I felt hypnotized. Like it was my cocksucking uniform and all I could think about was the cock I was going to suck. The underwear made my crotch itch. I felt so submissive at that point. I continued dressing and ran over. I texted him when I was downstairs.
He buzzed me in and I used the number he gave me to find his place. I knocked on the door. No response. I knocked a little louder. Still no response. I began to get nervous thinking I was at the wrong door. Then it opened, phew, it was him. He had a huge smile on his face.
"Anxious aren't you? Did you wear your underwear?"
"Yes Sir."
"Show me."
I pulled down the waist band of my jeans to show the top of the briefs.
"Not good enough, pull down your pants and show me."
I nervously looked down both sides of the hallway of the condo complex. No one was there and no sounds, so I unbuttoned and pushed down my jeans to my ankles. The slightly stained underwear was now on full display and tenting out with my cock extremely hard. He stepped toward me and squeezed my cock. I groaned with pleasure but still nervous someone will open a door and see me with my pants down.
"Tell me what I want to hear boy and I'll let you in," he said.
"I want to suck your cock Sir."
"Keep going," he said.
"I need your cock, I'm your cocksucker Sir. I will do what you want and will be here whenever you want."
"Good dirty little slut. Get down on all fours and you can crawl in."
With my pants still down by my ankles, I dropped to my knees, leaned forward and crawled on my hands and knees into his dark condo. As I passed by him through the door, he grabbed the back of my shirt and used it as sort of a leash to guide me back into that bedroom we were in last time. Before we entered he had me take off all my clothes except for the underwear, then I continued to crawl as he walked along side of me.
"Stop," he said. He then took his shorts and his sweaty jock strap off. He had just got back from a workout and said, "You're gonna like these." He then put the jock up to my face covering my nose and mouth with the pouch and held it there for me to breathe through. It was damp, and I got the strong scent of his sweaty crotch. He then stuffed the jock into my mouth as he straddled my back and sat on me like a jockey on his horse.
"Nice strong boy, you got an ass like a horse. Move toward the bed jackass."
I crawled as best I could with him on me. I could feel his balls on my bare back. Once I reached the area near his bed. He stood up, inched up toward my head, grabbed my hair and rubbed his cock and balls up against the back of my head. After a few seconds he flipped around, pulled the jock out of my mouth and then stuffed his hard cock all the way down my throat while gripping my hair. His balls were up against my chin, and my nose was crushed up against his sweaty pubes. I started to gag but he would not let go. Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds, I was gaging and choking and fearing my life for a breath. He pulled out, and I was gasping for breath with slobber shooting out of my lips as I coughed out of control. My cock was hard as a rock, twitching in my underwear. How could something so uncomfortable and scary get me so sexually charged. He repeated the deep throating three more times for just as long. At that point there was slobber and mucus all over his cock and balls. He then rubbed his cock all over my face, slapping me with it.
"You like this?
"Yes Sir."
"Damn right you do. Such a good cocksucker. Kiss my cock and tell it how much you love it."
I kissed his cock in three places and said, "I love you, I need you."
"What's your job cocksucker? Tell my cock."
"My job is to serve you."
He then stuffed his cock all the way down my throat, holding it there again, "Take it bitch, only I determine when it comes out." I then felt him pry my mouth open more with a finger and stuff his balls into my mouth too. I was turning red, probably a bit purple from a lack of air. Gagging and choking. He finally pulled out. My eyes were teary, and I collapsed to the floor, down at his feet gasping for breath while coughing. He kicked to roll me over onto my back. He noticed the huge wet spot on my underwear from my precum.
"Yeah, bitch, you like this. Look at your precum stains."
I could barely see from my watery eyes and still gasping for air. He then kneeled down, straddling my head so that his balls rested on my mouth.
"Stroke my dick while you lick my balls bitch."
I licked while doing a reverse grip on his slick cock, stroking it in rhythm. I was getting a serious man scent in this position. I could smell his sweaty crotch and hints of his sweaty ass.
"Fuck boy, yeah, shower my balls. Lick the sweat off. Show how you appreciate my sperm factory. Get ready, here comes the cock you love so much again."
Sir then leaned forward and stuffed his cock in my throat and began to hump my head which was trapped between him and the floor. His full weight was bearing down on my face. Again I was gagging as he poked around my mouth and throat. My eyes watering again, snot coming out my nose, saliva spewing out onto my mouth. He kept grinding his hips fucking my mouth.
"Ok boy, here is the true test to see how good a cocksucker you will be." Sir continued his thrusts and I could feel him grab my balls through the underwear, squeeze, then he began to rub my cock.
It took just a few passes, and I went over the edge. "Mmmmmmmhhhh, Mmmhhhh," I was cumming in my underwear with his cock still fucking my mouth. After my body spasms were done, he pulled out.
"I'm not done yet. Boy, you need to earn my cum." He then scooted up in his straddle position and put his ass against my face. "Clean my ass bitch, smell that sweat and funk."
I was disgusted. I had just cum and lost all horniness, yet there I was with his pungent ass grinding on my nose and mouth with my underwear a wet cummy mess. I did what I needed to do, thinking though that I never signed up for eating ass. But I licked and licked and moved my tongue up and down his crack tasting his funk. I could hear him jerking his dick off as I licked his ass. I was licking his ass for the next fifteen minutes as he moaned and jerked off.
"Boy that feels good, you're not only a cocksucker but a natural ass eater. Get ready for your reward."
Sir then got up off me, pulled me up by my hair, then again thrust his cock down my throat repeatedly. My lips were throbbing, and I felt like they were starting to swell from this rough experience. He then pulled out, stood me up, spun me around and bent me over. What was he going to do, I worried? Is he going to try and fuck me? I was wishing we could just be done at this point and was ready to run out. Then I felt him pull down on the back of the underwear exposing my ass. He rubbed his cock up along my ass crack a few times before pulling back a bit. Then I felt him shoot ropes of cum on my ass and in my crack. When he finished he replaced my underwear to its position and pulled it up creating a wedgie. My underwear soaked up the cum and rode up my crack, not to mention pulling the pouch up front tight against my cock and balls. Front and back both wet with cum and uncomfortable.
"Clean off my cock bitch then thank it and kiss it goodnight."
I turned around, put his softening cock in my mouth to clean the cum, then did what I didn't think I could do well after I had cum and lost all horniness. I looked directly at Sir's cock and said, "Thank you," I kissed it, "Goodnight."
I went to adjust my underwear and pull out the wedgie from my ass crack.
"Leave it. In fact you are going to wear it to sleep tonight. Now get dressed and get out. Be quiet as you leave."
I got dressed, pulling up my jeans over my soaked underwear.
"Can I use your restroom and wash up?" I asked.
"No bitch, keep that cock and ass scent on your face for your walk home. What time do you go to work tomorrow?"
"8 am Sir."
"Good, I'm gonna need a pre-work blowjob tomorrow. Come by tomorrow and wait by the garage entrance. Oh and keep wearing the underwear and don't dare wash them."
I walked out, and saw myself in the mirror as I left. I looked horrible. My hair was a mess, face was red and crusty with dried saliva mixed with mucus and precum, lips were puffy. As I walked, I could feel the wetness in my underwear and especially the moisture against my asshole as his cum covered my pucker. I made it home and couldn't believe how this guy manhandled me and I didn't resist at all. I showered and made my way to bed, too tired to put on some shorts so I figured I'd sleep naked. That's when my phone buzzed.
"Remember sleep in the underwear."
Man I forgot, but how is he going to know. I'll just let them dry and wear them tomorrow morning and will take another pair with me to change into. I climbed into bed naked and laid there to drift off to sleep. I couldn't sleep. I got up, put the underwear on, wet and smelly, but it felt right. The phone buzzed with another text message. He sent a picture of him riding me like a horse, my face directly looking into the camera. A second picture of his cock across my face, probably when he was slapping me with it. My cock got hard and I rubbed it through my damp underwear until I fell to sleep.
To be continued ...
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