Ranch's Bitch By Brian Porter birdflies@outlook.com M/m/M+, rural, college, cock sucking, masturbation, cum eating, reluctance, non-reciprocation, mild domination. Posted at Nifty.org, please donate so we can keep posting and reading erotic stories for our entertainment. Please, visit: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
Part 14 - - - - - - - - -
I could still remember the taste of Brian's cock in my mouth. The spongy texture of the pink head of his cock touching my tongue and sliding in and out of my mouth, making me open it widely to receive the whole shaft inside. I have never sucked a cock, but I knew I had to struggle not to touch his cock with my teeth. I didn't want to suck him, but I knew I couldn't hurt him, so I tried my best. I think he liked my efforts because he cummed deep in my mouth. I could taste his cum for the first time direct from his dick into my mouth. He said it would taste better this way and for some reason it really did. I think the cock has a specific taste which is different from licking skin. It just feels different. If a guy has never sucked cock, he won't know what it feels like because it's impossible to describe it in words. The only way to know what it feels like is when we go for it and suck on the piece of meat. It's a unique experience. The tongue touches the cock and feels the warmth of another man around it. This is unique because the cock feels alive and you can feel it throbbing, pulsating as blood is pumped into it. More than this, the cock is attached to a man who is in control. He is using his tool to achieve pleasure and your mouth is there to please him. I felt like Brian's cock was alive and its only purpose was to get off. Brian's hands were touching my hair, guiding me up and down in order to make him feel good and cum. That was the first time I sucked a man, but I understood I had to become one with his dick. I had to learn how to make it feel good and do everything I could to have his cum touching my tongue. It demands a lot of intimacy and surrender. I've never had this intimacy with any other man and Brian forced me into it. I had become intimate to his dick, and it was now a part of my life and we shared the same existence.
When Mark suggested I should suck him, I thought about all of this. I couldn't suck another man and share my existence with another cock. The last time I talked to Brian, I had promised I'd never suck him again and now I had one of my closest friends asking me to suck him too. I was thinking that if I accepted to suck him then I'd become a cock lover. I'd know how to tell a good cock from a better one. I'd become like an enologist, but instead of appreciating wine, I'd be a cock expert. When you suck a cock you feel the smell, the taste, the texture, the size, the thickness. I thought that the more cocks you suck the more expert you become and then there's no way back anymore. Ted had explained to me already that once you suck a cock you become a cocksucker and that will never change. But I still thought it was possible to forget it and start again as if it never happened. That could be a one-time thing, a silly adventure. There are many stories of kids who suck their friends just because they are curious. After that, they grow up to be men and even laugh of what they've done in the past. Some of them are not afraid to share their experience and no one judges them. But once you're a grown up man and accepts to suck not only one but two dicks, then you're on the way to become an eternal cocksucker. You're officially a bitch. I couldn't do that. I still wanted to return to town, meet chicks and fuck them. I was a man and wanted to remain a man.
However, standing in front of me was Mark. He was so fucking hot. He got the pecs, the abs, nice arms and legs. Under the shorts he was wearing, he had a cock that I had learned to please with my hands. And that was a really nice cock. I couldn't stop thinking about cocks and I blamed the Viagra. I was sure everything was happening to me because I was horny. I've never felt like that and, once back to town, I'd find a chick to fuck. I'd love it and then I'd assure myself I was straight. Ted only wanted to help me to become a better man and after that experience on the ranch, I'd have learned how to be the best fucker.
Mark touched his dick again over the shorts and it was driving me crazy. I could still feel his tongue in my ass. I couldn't imagine that my ass could give me such an incredible and unforgettable pleasure. I'd kill to feel his tongue touching my hole again. He didn't want me to kill anyone, he only wanted me to suck his dick. `No, I can't' I thought. I'd fight my hormones and the Viagra. I was stronger than them.
`Mark, I can't do that. I ain't a cocksucker' I tried to be convincing but I think he didn't buy it. He looked at me and I could see a small smile in his lips. Maybe he didn't smile, I was imagining things, but I felt like he could see that I have sucked a cock before. I wondered that maybe Ted was right and after sucking a cock, everyone would know I wasn't a man anymore, but a cocksucker.
It's ok. You don't need to suck me. But I need something from you in return if you want me to get you off. What if you just lick my dick then? There's no such a thing as cocklicker. Even better, you don't need to lick my dick. You can lick my balls' Mark explained. Actually, I got an idea that can be interesting for the both of us. It's like a little game we can play'
`What kind of game?' I asked intrigued.
`The both of us are hard and horny. I'd say I'm so horny I could cum in... let's say... one minute. You can come here, lick my hard cock whilst you stroke me for as long as you want. For every second you lick my balls, I will spend one second playing with your ass and asshole. I'm pretty sure you'd do anything to get off. Think about how good it would feel. Maybe you wouldn't be horny anymore and you'd be able to think straight again. You might be going nuts right now with all this Viagra running in your veins. So that's a really low price to pay. You only lick my balls and then I help you to get off. What d'you say?'
I didn't want to answer, but he wanted me to say something. Mark was still touching his cock and rubbing it with his right hand. The sunlight was crossing the window screen and touching my body on that dirty smelly bed in that old cabin. Mark used to go to that place since he was a child, he knew everything about it. He was in his home, he felt comfortable and secure there. For me, everything was strange, different and far from my reality. He had a big advantage, he was relaxed while I was tense. And all my tension was concentrated on my dick. I needed to get off or I wouldn't be able to survive another day in that place. I've sucked Brian's dick already. I thought that licking Mark's balls wouldn't be so bad. Plus, I knew I could trust Mark.
`Ok' I answered. I didn't want to be more detailed, I didn't want to say exactly what I'd do. I mean, I'd touch his balls with my tongue.
Mark didn't have to hear a full answer. He was visibly horny and all he wanted was to get off quickly. He came towards me and sat down by my side. In no time, Mark had unbuttoned his shorts and took them off. Once again, I saw him naked and he seemed so proud of his body and cock. He pumped his meat slowly whilst he looked at my eyes.
`Come, get on your knees between my strong thighs and show me your tongue'
I had to do as he wanted. I've accepted to play his game. I kneeled down with the thought I'd be getting off soon. I had to do that. However, I felt I was doing something dangerous. Mark was a good friend of mine and Brian wasn't. I was afraid that if I licked his balls he would probably never talk to me again. Sometimes, after cumming we think better about the things we've done and we regret them. We change our minds and everything changes. When we are horny, we think with the head of our dicks, but after we cum, we think with our brain again.
`Ok, Andy. Show me your tongue'
I was already on my knees, so all I had to do was to show him my tongue. No big deal. I opened my mouth and showed him my tongue.
Nice. This will be good' I felt his hand touching the back of my head. It felt like Brian touching me. I was afraid he'd do what Brian did. Nah, Mark is different' I thought.
His hand guided my head closer to him and then I smelled his crotch for the first time. I could feel the smell of sweat in Brian's crotch, but Mark smelled more like soap. It was still early in the morning and he was still clean, it made sense he smelled cleaner. His sack wasn't as smooth as Brian's but not so hairy. It felt more masculine and that was weird.
`Ok. Now lick my balls while you stroke me'
My right hand reached his shaft and started pumping it up and down. Mark nodded to me, and I knew he was waiting for me to lick his balls. `I can do this' I thought.
My tongue touched his balls and he seemed happy. I was looking at him, the same way Brian instructed me. I think I was making that same slut face. I didn't want to, but it just felt natural. I wanted to please Mark and I could use my slut side for that. I still felt his hand touching my head and it wasn't so bad. When I least expected, Mark announced: `it's been one minute'
`Finally' I mumbled. After looking at him with lust in my eyes, I pretended I had hated it. Of course he didn't buy it.
`Let me do my part of the deal then. Get back on the bad and show me your ass' Mark stood up and I saw his cock bouncing, his sack wet with my saliva.
I went to the bed, and got on my fours again. Mark slapped my right bum lightly, I looked back and he was smiling. Can I really trust a horny guy, even if he's a good friend of mine? Sometimes, when we're horny we only care about ourselves. Nothing else matters. I was feeling uneasy, exposing my ass to him like that.
I was waiting for him to lick my hole again, but he didn't. Instead, he showed me his index finger and asked me to suck it. `Like when I fed you the pasta sauce that day'
`Why?' I asked.
`Just suck it' he ordered, way more demanding.
His finger was already touching my lips and I opened my mouth. His finger got deep inside it and I felt it dancing there, touching my tongue, teeth and inner cheeks. I still couldn't feel his tongue in my ass and it was making me wonder what he was doing. Suddenly, he removed his finger from my mouth. It was dripping saliva. When I was about to ask what he was doing, I felt his wet finger touching my asshole.
`No, you can't' I couldn't accept that.
`Just relax. I promised I'll make you feel good and I will'
He was penetrating me with his finger, coated with my saliva. I was about to move but he stopped me with his left hand on my thigh.
`I asked you to relax. Don't move'
`This can't be happening. I need to stop him' I thought.
D'you remember when we were talking about the G-spot?' of course I did. Ted and Mark said every chick had one, and if I found it, I'd drive any chick crazy. They would be so into me, they'd be coming for more all the time. I had to learn what a G-spot was and Mark was willing to teach me. So, some guys have it too. Not all of us, but a few have it. Let me see if you do'
I was about to get up when he touched something inside of me and I stopped instantly. I didn't want to, but I moaned. `Damn!!' I said. Actually, I think I screamed, I don't know.
Wow' he said. I think you do have it, Andy. Let me try this again'
I couldn't let him, but then again I felt that same intense feeling and I moaned again. It felt so good, my cock was throbbing and definitely oozing, drenching my strap with precum. I felt my crotch getting wet. I was actually leaking like an open tap.
`This is your G-spot. There are good ways to stimulate it. The best one is to rub it, just like when I insert and remove my finger from your ass. In and out. In and out'
He was finger fucking me and I was loving it. I could definitely cum if he kept doing that, I thought. But after a while he stopped and removed his finger from my hole. I wanted to ask why he stopped, but I couldn't. I just looked back and he was there looking at my face.
`One minute. If you want more, you'll have to lick my sack again. Ok?'
I had to say something, so I did: `Ok' I definitely sounded like a cheap whore.
End of part 14
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