Small No More

Chapter 17

TAYLOR

To say that I am excited right now would be the understatement of the century.

Josh will be here any minute to blow me, and he is finally going to do this in the appropriate outfit. A jockstrap that will show off every inch of his fine ass.

I have been doing some light lifting to make time pass. Blow-Josh has been busy chomping down on Travis's cock, and I need to respect that Travis is going to use up his full twenty minutes.

Or more.

Travis has a way of stretching time. He usually sets a timer for twenty minutes, but once Little Josh finds his rhythm, Travis often pauses the timer. Usually for at least ten minutes. This gets him a full half hour of excellent head instead of just a mere twenty minutes.

I am definitely doing the same today. Today is a special day for Joshie and me. Today's blowjob cannot be rushed. It needs to be enjoyed and celebrated.

I put down the weights I have been using for my biceps curls and look around the gym. I need to decide how to position myself and my cocksucker today to maximize my view of his ass. I want to figure out how to use the gym's mirrors to get 360 degrees views of Joshie's best assets.

Travis's gym has a ton of mirrors, including wall-to-ceiling mirrors on two of the four walls. One of those is the wall where the dumbbells are, which means the views there are obstructed by the stacked weights.

The second floor-to-ceiling wall is behind the large mat that we use for stretching and floor exercises. If I sit down on the mat facing the mirror, I can position Joshie's ass towards it. I will get a perfect view of his ass, and probably even glimpses of his hole, as he will be bent over while sucking me.

I sit down on the mat facing the mirror. I imagine Joshie down on his hands and knees in front of me. I grab one of the large exercise balls and put it behind me to ensure I have a comfortable backrest.

This will give me a perfect view. My dick starts to chub in anticipation. I lower my shorts a bit and give it a quick squeeze.

As I do this, I realize that I have made an error in picking this spot. While this angle will give me a great view of Josh's ass, it won't allow me to reach my second goal for the day.

My second goal is to touch his butt while getting blown. Just accidentally. Briefly. When he is really focused on getting me off.

I have gone back and forth with planning this second goal out. To be honest, I am unsure whether I am going to do it. I did not talk this through with Travis, and to be clear, if I had, Travis would have vetoed it immediately.

So, I don't know whether I am going to follow through with this, but I need to pick the right positioning so that I can if I decide I am going to.

If I am going to have a chance at reaching his ass while sitting on the floor getting my cock sucked, I need to position him sideways at a ninety-degree angle.

I change the location of the therapy ball and my body by 90 degrees. I am now parallel to the mirror. If I put Josh on my right side, his ass will still be on perfect display, and I will now be able to reach it easily with my right hand.

My dick is demanding to be set free.

I lower my shorts and play with it. I am fully boned. My dick is 100% ready for my dick sucker.

I play with my cock for a bit but decide to put it back inside my shorts before Josh shows up.

I don't want to look too amped up. Our whole strategy with him is coming across as a bit reluctant and burdened by the whole cock-suckery thing.

I get up and do a few more sets of curls. My dick calms down a bit. It doesn't go flaccid but relaxes into more of a chub state.

Just wait, buddy.

Just a few more minutes until Blow-Josh will be here to put his wet lips all over you.

I hear the door opening behind me. Josh walks in. He looks more timid than usual. I assume he is wearing the jock I handed him, but I am unable to verify this. He is wearing an oversized hoodie that covers his bubble butt.

Hmmm, we will address this at some point in the future. No need to cover up a booty this fine, especially when wearing a jockstrap. This booty needs to be proudly displayed.

I focus on the here and now and greet him enthusiastically.

"Hey dude. All done with Travis?"

Josh nods.

I want to ask him so many follow-up questions.

Did you enjoy your first jizz donation directly from the source? Did Travis shoot his spunk directly into your belly, or did you savor it inside your mouth for a bit? Did you brush your teeth before seeing me?

I decide to store away these questions for a later time. This is not the time to be focused on Travis's spunk. It's my dick and Josh's ass that need attention.

I notice Josh's eyes briefly darting to my crotch, then back to my face. I guess my chub is more visible than I planned for it to be.

I continue.

"Wanna get going right away?"

He nods.

I sense some hesitation.

Is he feeling a little bit shy about revealing his new outfit to me?

I go on.

"Just toss the hoodie and come to the mat. I thought this would be a comfortable place for you to blow me."

Josh hesitates.

He is about to be bare-assed, on his elbows and knees, sucking me until I blow my load deep inside his throat.

Probably not his definition of comfortable.

To my surprise, he doesn't take off the hoodie. He stays put where he is, apparently frozen.

Is he that worried about showing off his best assets? Or might he be fearful about revealing the front of the jockstrap, where his tiny mini sausage is hidden?

I have been so focused on his ass that I have completely lost sight of the fact that he is probably embarrassed about the lack of front bulge in his new garment.

I decide to improvise.

"Hey dude, I know this is your first time blowing me in your new jockstrap. I don't want you to feel awkward about any of this. I am doing this because I wanna help you. I hope you can understand that, you know, for me, it's not optimal to have a dude slobbering all over my dick every day. I mean, if I had my way, I would much rather have a chick work my dick over."

He nods almost imperceptibly.

I go on.

"I really think that this jockstrap is gonna help. If I focus on your ass, I really think I can trick myself into believing that a chick is blowing me and not a dude. You know?"

Another very small nod.

Still no movement.

This is not making my dick happy.

I decide to call the question.

"Just let me know what you wanna do, dude. If this is a bridge too far for you, I totally respect your decision. We all gotta do what's right for us, and I totally get that."

I stop talking and wait.

My strategy works.

He finally starts to move.

He slowly opens the zipper of the hoodie and takes it off. As instructed, he is wearing nothing but the jockstrap. He turns to his side to hang his hoody on the dumbbell rack, treating me to a perfect view of his booty in profile.

Damn, this boy has a fine ass. I cannot wait to fuck it!

Josh lets go of the hoodie but misses the rack, and his hoodie falls to the floor.

Damn, he's nervous today.

He instinctively bends over to pick it up, giving me his first-ever look at his butt while bent over, as well as my first tiny peek at his hole.

Sadly, he gets up way too quickly for me to take a good look.

As expected, the jockstrap is a perfect fit for his bubble butt. It frames his cheeks beautifully, and it accentuates his tiny waist.

He steps onto the mat and waits for further instructions. He's holding his hands in front of his crotch, I assume subconsciously.

I quickly take my shorts off, grab a towel to put under my butt, and plant myself on the mat with my back leaning against the large exercise ball. My dick has gone down to a light to medium chub status, which is a good thing. Don't wanna look too eager.

I quickly direct Josh to his spot.

"Ok dude, let's get you in position here. From our sessions on the couch the past weeks, I think your best angle to blow me is sideways. Go ahead and get down here on my right side. I will start the timer as soon as you are in position."

Josh obediently gets down on his hands and knees as I toss my shorts off to the side. I grab my dick and get it hard with just a couple of strokes.

Josh moves forward, lowers his upper body and places his mouth around my cock.

I lean back against the exercise ball. I can tell it is going to be a very comfortable backrest. I unlock my phone and go to the timer screen. It's already set for twenty minutes.

I show Joshie the screen.

"Ok dude, twenty minutes on the clock."

I hit start and the timer starts to count down.

Josh slowly moves his mouth down and swallows my cock. What a good obedient cocksucker he has become in just a few weeks.

I hit the pause button on the timer as soon as I feel his juicy lips go down my shaft the first time. This is going to be a momentous session for Josh and me, and I want to make sure that we are not accidentally rushing through it. Twenty minutes will not be enough today.

I look to the mirror on my right, and I am treated to a perfect view of a perfect ass.

Words cannot do justice to the perfection of this bubble booty. The two globes are perfectly round and symmetrical. I see the tiniest bit of blond hair covering his ass cheeks, although it is so translucent, he looks hairless and smooth if you squint your eyes a bit.

I am not getting a good view of his hole. His cheeks are too bubbly. They are spilling in all directions, hiding the hole that I plan to be fucking in the extremely near future.

I decide to give Blow-Josh a couple of minutes to settle in before launching my petting project.

I haven't decided how far I am going today. I know I can get away with some playful slapping. I have been doing that for several weeks, and he has not protested in any way, other than to look up from my crotch, my cock lodged firmly in his mouth, with a facial expression of annoyance and disagreement.

No official protest has been filed, so I know for a fact that I can get away with playful slapping.

What I want to get away with today is a glimpse of his hole.

I am dying to see his secret place. To be clear, I am obsessed with it. I want to fuck it, which I will obviously not be able to do today. As a second best, I want to see it.

In other words, I need to get my hand stationed on one of his cheeks, and then I need to carefully move all that booty meat off to the side so I can expose his little fuck-hole to the world, and especially my feasting eyes.

And I need to do this gently so that I don't get any protests from Joshie.

My extra goal, which I may not go for today, is that I really, really, really want to feel his hole.

Just a light brush of my finger past the opening of it. It doesn't even have to go inside. I just want to feel it, if only for a second.

I don't think I will work on this goal today, because I don't want to startle my hard-working cocksucker.

I sit back and consider my options. I need to think of the perfect reason to start my heavy petting project.

As of now, I am going blank.

Instead of trying to force an idea out of my horny brain, I decide to let the session develop. I will wait for a natural opening. I am sure I will come up with something.

Josh has found a solid steady rhythm. He is mouth-massaging my pole with nice long strokes. I decide to have some fun with the communication scheme that Travis came up with. Travis launched this communication thing where Josh answers yes and no questions by giving two quick sucks to the head of his dick for a yes, and a two-second pause on the base of the dick for a no answer.

I am sure Josh will appreciate some light conversation.

I speak up.

"Hey dude, I know you and Travis agreed on this code to where he can ask you questions, and you answer him yes and no without lifting your head up from his cock. Is that correct?"

I don't have to wait at all. Joshie comes all the way up to my dickhead, and then quickly moves his mouth up and down two times.

That's a good clear yes answer.

I continue.

"And you agreed to go along with this code because Travis really hates it when you let go of his dick mid-blowjob, correct?"

A second of hesitation, or thinking time, I guess.

Then two quick strokes on my dickhead.

"Cool, I wanna make the same arrangement with you. I think Travis is onto something here. Also, it makes sense for the maturation process. I mean, once you start maturing, it's probably better for the quality of the donation to do the full twenty minutes without interruption."

Or twenty-ish minutes.

I mean, who's counting here?

Not my phone. My timer is still on pause.

Josh's mouth keeps going in a happy upbeat rhythm.

That's my interpretation of it, anyway.

I want to ask him a "no" question. I like the way it feels when he slides all the way down on my shaft.

"So, remind me, before you started blowing Travis and me, did you ever suck any other guy off?"

He immediately slides his mouth all the way down to the base of my cock. Didn't have to think about that one very long.

He has learned to deepthroat me pretty well. When I sit real still, he gets all the way down without gagging.

He stays down for a good two seconds. I notice his butt muscles tensing a bit when his head is all the way down into my crotch.

I realize my timer is still stuck at nineteen minutes and fifty-eight seconds and decide to let it run for a bit.

Josh resumes sucking me. He's gotten good at finding a rhythm and sticking with it. I feel a little bit of drool in the bottom of my crotch. I think it's hard for him to keep all his mouth juice in when he answers a "no" question.

I wonder whether I can get ass-petting started if I ask him a more complicated question.

I speak up.

"Josh, remind me, and you can just tell me in strokes on my cock, how old are you again?"

Josh pauses briefly, likely pondering why in the hell I am wondering about his age in this moment.

After a brief pause, he comes up to the head of my dick, halts briefly, and then starts to go up and down in a mechanical way.

I count out loud.

"One, two, three."

On three, I lift my right hand and calmly land it on his lower back.

"Four, five, six, seven."

I allow my hand to travel a bit to his right cheek. I just lay it down for now. Nothing too aggressive.

"Eight, nine."

I start cupping my hand around his right cheek, applying almost no force at all. I don't want to startle him.

"Ten, Eleven, Twelve."

I am watching my hand exploring Joshie's butt cheek in the mirror. It's turning me on even more than I already am. I think I can get my first glimpse at his hole. I slide my hand from the outside in, grab his cheek gently, and apply light pressure towards the outside.

"Thirteen, Fourteen."

It works. As soon as I push his cheek out of the way, I see his hole in the mirror. It's perfectly pink. It appears to be hairless, although I am too far away from it to say for sure.

Joshie is not giving me any pushback or response. He is methodically counting and does not appear to be registering my careful and gentle caressing.

"Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen."

I relax my gentle outward pressure when he reaches seventeen but leave my hand on his butt.

I immediately give him his next question.

"Seventeen, that's what I thought, dude. Say, what did these "Small No More" people tell you again about you getting the most benefit from our jizz. What is the age you really need to get your results by?"

It's twenty-one. Per the message sent by Travis and me.

Josh pauses for a second or two. Then he goes back to counting out what I assume will be the correct twenty-one sucks.

I immediately resume playing with his butt, gently moving his cheek outside a bit to reveal what I hope will be the hungriest hole in the county very soon.

"One, Two."

I want to touch this hole.

"Three, Four."

I need to touch this hole.

"Five, Six, Seven, Eight."

I am going to touch that hole today. It's happening. Decision made. I am going to make it happen.

"Nine, Ten."

I wonder whether he'd respond if I let my finger linger over his hole. His track record is not one of protesting loudly, especially not during these wonderful (for Travis and me) blowjobs.

"Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen."

I register the feeling of his butt cheek in my hand. I gotta give mad respect to this little cocksucker, dude's got cheeks. It really is like holding a chick's ass, so fine and jiggly.

"Fourteen, Fifteen."

My eyes are trained on the mirror. I notice his hole puckering briefly when I push his cheek all the way to the right. His ass is clearly noticing me playing gently with his butt meat, but I honestly don't think it's registering with him. I don't notice his body stiffen or tense up in any way.

"Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen."

I am going to get my finger inside this little fuck-hole. I need to figure out how I can make it happen "naturally", without raising massive suspicion.

"Nineteen, Twenty."

The counting exercise seems to distract him enough to allow me to do the heavy petting I am currently in the middle of, but I am not convinced that it will be enough of a distraction for more intimate touching.

"Twenty-One".

I remove my hand from his butt as he reaches twenty-one. I notice a bit more drool than usual running down my shaft.

I grab my phone. I need to pause the timer again. This is going well, but I think I need more time.

Josh resumes his regular rhythm. Damn, Travis and I picked really well in choosing our cock servant. This little dude is just naturally obedient.

As I slide my thumb to open the phone screen to get to my timer, Josh pushes down nice and deep and has a bit of a gag. His gag surprises me, and I accidentally drop the phone onto the mat.

When I pick it back up, I notice I accidentally opened the phone to the camera screen.

I immediately get an idea.

If I put the phone next to me, and aim it at the mirror, I can record the exact same glorious view of my cocksucker's ass that I am currently enjoying!

In fact, I am pretty sure I will be able to zoom in on his little hole and get a better view that way than the one I am currently getting.

The only part I have a bit of doubt about is Josh catching me in the act of filming his little fuckhole. Even though it won't be directly in his line of sight, as his face is buried pretty deeply into my crotch, if he looks up for any reason, he will likely notice the awkward placement of the phone.

I ponder my options for a bit, and decide the best way forward is to "go deep" (pun intended obviously) on the "make me believe that a chick, not a dude is blowing me" narrative.

I already got him to agree to wear a jock. There is no reason not to build on this victory, and do a bit of strategic vision reduction.

I speak up.

"Hey dude. I just wanna say thanks for going along with wearing the jockstrap. Your ass is so fucking bubbly, it is definitely helping me think of some of my favorite chicks."

Josh goes on blowing me like the good little cocksucker he is. His strokes up and down my shaft slow down just a bit, which I take as a sign of him paying close attention.

I continue.

"I just have one more request. Right now, it's pretty impossible not to notice your face, you know, going up and down on my pole."

I notice him glance at me sideways. I see a bit of frustration. I don't think he likes it when I state the obvious, and I think he doesn't like it when I raise the suspense and drag monologues like these out.

Tough luck.

I am getting Triple AAA quality head. I have no reason whatsoever to rush through any of this.

I continue.

Leisurely.

"So, even if I am telling my brain to be super focused on your ass, I obviously notice your face every time I look down at my dick. So in other words, I am still getting reminded that a dude is blowing me."

Josh is going up and down my pole kinda mechanically. I need a bit more enthusiasm from him. I decide to help him get involved in this important conversation.

"Am I making sense so far?"

Brief pause.

Then two quick nods on my dickhead.

With a bit of a frustrated sideways glance at me.

His frustration is turning me the fuck on. I decide a few more clarification questions are appropriate.

I continue calmly.

"I mean, Josh, you would agree, nothing about your face is communicating chick, right?"

Short wait.

Two quick mandatory slides.

I am killing him right now.

I know his mind is going insane with anticipation. Am I going to force him to wear make up? Put a wig on? Make girlie sounds?

I catch him glancing up at me while going down on my pole.

It's weird to make eye contact with someone when they have your dick inside their mouth.

I don't mind it at all obviously. I honestly think Josh's mouth looks better with my dick in it than without it.

Josh probably feels differently. He is just not coming across to me as experiencing the amount of joy that I am feeling in this moment.

We may need to work on this attitude at some point. Anyone who gets to suck on a dick this beautiful should have an expression of genuine gratitude and bliss.

I decide to stay focused on my mission. Joshie not being able to appreciate the opportunity in front of him, or, more accurately, inside of him right now is no reason for me to stop pursuing joy in my life.

I continue.

"So, I came up with a pretty easy solution that I think will work for both of us."

Joshie stops moving. He is probably expecting the worst at this point.

I understand his hesitation and confusion. That said, this is an unauthorized interruption to an otherwise very pleasant dick massage. I cannot accept this work stoppage.

I move my hand to the top of Josh's head and give him a light nudge.

He immediately resumes moving up and down.

I grab the towel I used during my workout to wipe my sweat off. Josh should be used to my scent by now.

"I was thinking I could simply hang this towel over your head like this."

I drape the towel over his head, making sure that the long sides of the towel cover the sides of his head. This leaves him some vision straight ahead, also known as my crotch, but takes away all his peripheral vision.

It also removes my ability to see his face. I am now being serviced by an anonymous mouth hidden under a good-sized towel.

Not a bad place to be.

Josh stops moving.

I notice his arms straightening a bit, and realize he is considering removing his mouth from my dick.

I need to act quickly to make sure BlowJosh makes the right decision. I place my hand on top of his head, and give him some relatively light, but clear pressure downwards.

I speak up, providing some extremely reasonable guidance, as I do often in these situations.

"Hey dude, let's just try this for a couple of minutes. If it doesn't work, we can come up with a new plan."

Three or four more seconds of hesitation.

And we are back in business.

Josh resumes sliding his warm, moist mouth up and down my tool.

What a good obedient servant he is.

I notice his lips squeezing my shaft more tightly than normal. I wonder whether this is a subconscious thing. Does his mouth hug my dick a bit harder when tiny-wiener-boy is upset?

If this is the case, I need to keep him riled up, because this feels fucking incredible right now. In fact, if he speeds up any, I am going to be in trouble trying to last the full "twenty" minutes.

I grab my phone and point it at the mirror. I realize I have a logistics challenge. The mirror I am using is to my right, so I am obviously using my right hand to hold my phone right now. The problem is that I need my right hand on Joshie's cheek to reveal his fuck-hole.

Luckily, a solution reveals itself immediately. There are some dumbbells lying on the mat within reach. I grab one of them and place it to my right. I can now place the phone against the dumbbell, which will free up my hand to do more exploring of Josh's perfect hole.

I hit record and put the phone in position. I play with the angle until I am confident that Joshie's butt is the center of the shot. I can edit the video later to zoom in on the hole I will soon be dumping loads inside of.

Josh is going to town on my cock.

I want to give him some positive reinforcement regarding the new towel on the head trick.

Instead of continuing to play "twenty questions" with Joshie, I am going to reward him with some solid dirty talk.

He needs to believe that this new setup, the jock, and the towel are going to keep me around as a reliable donor.

I start slowly.

"Damn, I am enjoying the view here. Your ass reminds me of my favorite cheerleader, Stacy. She's got a perfect ass. Like you. All round and bubbly and jiggly."

I put my hand back on his ass.

Firmly.

I want him to notice.

I don't ask for permission.

I take what's mine.

I continue talking.

"Oh damn, Stacy, your ass is so sexy and your lips feel so great on my cock, girl."

I start massaging his butt. Not forcefully.

Yet.

Just some nice gentle squeezing.

I sense a bit of tensing up, and his mouth stops briefly well down my shaft, even though I didn't ask him a question that deserved a "no" answer.

I keep massaging with my right hand and use my left to give his head a gentle nudge downwards.

I feel immediate and strong push-back. I realize that my minimal nudge is making him fearful of gagging on my cock, something he did a lot of in the first weeks but does less and less these days.

I take my hand away, for now, and decide this is another solid tool I can use: You let me play with your ass-cheeks; I promise not to push your throat too deeply onto my pole.

Joshie seems to get my unspoken invitation because he resumes sucking me. First a bit hesitantly, then more and more, let's call it enthusiastically.

I mean, I am not saying he is feeling enthusiastic about it inside his little skull, but he is sucking me vigorously, and I am feeling extremely enthusiastic.

I continue the gentle ass-cheeks massaging. From my sitting position, I can reach both cheeks easily. To expose his hole in the mirror, I either push his right cheek away from me, or his left cheek toward me.

I am pretty sure the left cheek action is getting me much better video outcomes. Even though I can glimpse his little hole when I push his right cheeks away, I think my arm is partially blocking the shot a bit. This is obviously not a barrier when pulling his left cheek towards me.

I am also able to move his left cheek out further; it's just easier when you are pulling towards you to grab a juicy cheek like that than to push it away.

After a couple of minutes, I decide to step up my dirty talk and ass-petting a bit. To get Joshie extra excited, I decide that it's a good idea for me to start talking about the big orgasm I am going to have.

"Come on, Stacy. You are gonna make me blow the biggest load, baby girl. Damn, it feels so good when you go all the way down on my pole baby."

I feel Josh sliding his juicy lips all the way down, landing his face deep inside my crotch.

Holy shit, this little dude just can't help himself!

I squeeze his cheeks with a bit more urgency.

"Do you like it when I play with your perfect ass, baby girl? Do you like to turn me on with your perfect girl ass?"

No response, which I take as a good thing because I am molesting his ass much harder now, and he is sucking me like his life depends on it.

"Are you going to make me cum really good, baby girl?"

No "yes" answer, but he is clearly increasing the pace of his movements. I am sure he hopes that I am about to blow.

While I am planning to make this last a bit longer, I realize that Josh might get his way more than I had planned. He has never sucked me like this. I don't know whether it's my dirty talk, the jockstrap, the towel over his head, or me molesting, oops, I mean massaging his ass, but something is lighting a fire under his soon to be full of jizz belly.

I decide that this is my "now or never" moment as far as getting a feel of his tiny hole.

Josh is clearly focused on getting me off, my ass handling is getting wilder and rougher, and me accidentally grazing a finger over his ass can easily be explained by an accidental move of a finger (or two).

I keep up my dirty talk, increasing the volume to create as much of a smoke screen as possible.

"Fuck yea, baby girl. Let me feel your tongue on my shaft. Squeeze those lips nice and tight."

I reposition my hand slightly. Most of my hand is now on his left cheek, which puts my middle finger exactly over his hole. All I need to do is move his cheek towards me just enough to give my finger room for a quick swipe.

I hesitate for a couple of seconds and then go for it.

Josh is pumping up and down in a steady, almost mechanical rhythm.

I gently move his ass cheek out of the way and simply lay my finger down on top of his hole. I am not pushing it in, or moving it, just resting it on his little pucker.

I think his ass notices the unexpected visitor because I feel his hole contracting under my finger.

I keep up my verbal barrage, making sure his attention stays on my cock.

"Come on Stacy, suck me just like you did while ago when you went all the way down on me. Come on girl, take me all the way in, let's get to the bottom baby."

Josh instinctively responds. He slows down the speed of his sucking a bit and pushes down harder.

I sense an opportunity.

I wiggle my finger slightly and touch his sphincter with the soft part of my middle finger. It responds with an initial tightening, then relaxes, allowing my finger to kinda lean into the wall of his little hole.

I'm not inside it, just casually leaning against the opening, testing his natural responses.

I hope my phone is catching all of this in the mirror.

"Fuck yea baby, that feels so good when you hit the bottom of my pole. Slide me deep inside your throat baby. I want to put my babies inside you baby girl."

I feel his hole relax a bit.

I put a bit of pressure, more to the side than inwards. His hole responds the same, a bit of a tightening as an apparently reflexive response, then gradual relaxation and giving way.

It looks like his little hole has a similar personality as little Josh himself. When you push, there may be a little resistance initially, but the surrender happens sooner rather than later.

My dick is feeling really happy, and I am surprised I haven't blown a load inside his mouth at this point.

I am super close.

The closer I get to blowing my load, the more I want to push my finger inside his hole. He's probably going to hate my guts for it, but I don't think he's going to let it interrupt today's session or any future sessions.

Travis and I have convinced him that he needs our Human Growth Hormone, and I am extremely confident that he's going to continue servicing us, no matter what kind of crap we put him through.

I keep gently massaging the edge of his little fuck-hole.

The longer he lets me touch the outside of his hole, the more I want to get my finger inside it. I need to add some kind of lubrication to my finger. There is no way it's going to just slide in dry.

The only wetness available to me is BlowJosh's drool or my own spit. Getting Josh's spit onto my fingers and then his little fuck-hole is going to be extremely tricky, if not plain impossible.

I guess my spit will need to do.

I start swishing around some spit inside my mouth and stop swallowing to make sure I get a good amount of it ready for use.

I need to think of a believable explanation for doing this. Why would my finger suddenly show up all wet with spit?

The answer comes to me immediately.

Damn, I am fucking great at this!

I move my hand to my mouth and quietly spit a good amount of spit onto it. I move my hand back towards Josh's little hole.

I take my dirty talk to the next level.

"Fuck baby girl, let me play with your pussy some more. Damn girl, you are getting so hot for me, right? Is your pussy getting all wet for me babe?"

As I say the word "wet", I flick the spit on Josh's hole and immediately use my finger to edge it towards the center.

Josh, as expected, momentarily freezes.

Instead of nudging him with my left hand, I decide to simply tell him to get with the program.

"Don't stop baby girl, suck my fuck-stick. I am gonna give you the biggest load I've ever blown in my entire life."

My bet is that the words "biggest load" will redirect Joshie to the priorities he has set for his young life.

I am right.

While a bit hesitant, he resumes sucking me.

I take this as a green light.

I move my middle finger through the pool of spit to get it all wet all over, and gently nudge it towards Joshie's sphincter.

"Fuck, baby. Let me play with your pussy baby. Just let me put the tip in, baby, just the tip of my finger, baby girl."

I don't need to hide it.

I am doing this, and while he wants me to stop, he is not going to tell me to. There is no way he is going to risk his needed dose of Human Growth Hormone.

I lean my finger against his hole. His sphincter tightens for a few seconds, then relaxes.

I increase the pressure inwards, wait patiently and slide the first digit of my middle finger in as soon as I sense his little hole relax.

I feel a brief tightening response. I hold still in place, giving his ass-ring a chance to relax.

Being the helpful person I am, I redirect his attention to where it needs to be.

"Yea, baby girl, suck me just like that, fuck! Do you like slobbering on my big hard pole, baby?"

I realize Josh needs more training in answering "yes/no" questions. While he continues to suck me, he's not giving me the two quick strokes on my dickhead that would have been an appropriate "yes" answer to that question.

My strategy works. I feel his asshole relaxing and giving away to my gentle push.

I push in a bit further.

Very slowly and gently.

His ass tightens up again, but only for a few seconds.

Now that I'm in, I decide I am going to make my final strategic move for the day. This will give me plausible deniability in the unlikely event that my cock-servant is going to bring any of this up afterward.

I speak up, lowering my volume to almost a whisper.

"Damn, Stacy. Do you like it when I play with your pussy? Girl, your pussy feels hungry for cock. Just relax your pussy, baby girl, focus on my pole, keep sucking it, girl, fuck yea, you're gonna make me blow, baby girl."

The last sentence is truer than I want it to be. Josh is blowing me today like he's trying to suck four loads out of me instead of one.

Additionally, I am not just touching his little fuck-hole, but I am entering it, even though, for now, it's just one-third of one finger.

I am in horny-heaven, and my orgasm is fast approaching.

I push my finger in a bit further. It slides in easier than expected. This is a great sign for the much bigger and better objects that will be inserted in the near future.

I want to start fingering him. Like slide in and out of him. I realize I am going to need to add more spit.

I gently pull out, push another nice large wad of spit out of my mouth, and add this extra lubrication to the outside of his hole.

Josh is not even slowing down his suck speed anymore. This dude is fucking amazing when it comes to accepting his place and our plans for him.

I am going to be fucking this hole within a week.

I slowly slide my finger back in.

I meet no resistance. Joshie is instinctively relaxing his sphincter. The extra spit is probably helping as well. My finger slides in all the way to the second knuckle.

Josh increases the pace of his sucking, maybe subconsciously, maybe because someone is invading his hole, and he is trying to get me to the finish line.

I wonder whether I can push my finger all the way in.

It's currently two-thirds in. I am not getting any resistance, and there's plenty of spit in place to help my finger slide in.

Josh is focused on blowing me, and he is doing a great job.

I decide to make my move. I follow the same strategy that worked a minute or so ago.

"Come on Stacy, you know you want to taste my jizz. Get me to the finish line girl, come on, suck me, you know you deserve my load baby girl, damn, you are working so hard for it."

As I talk, I increase the inward pressure, and my finger slides in. I am not meeting the resistance I expected. I can't believe it!

My middle finger slides all the way in.

Damn!

Josh is showing no signs of slowing down. In fact, his sucking is taking on an even more frantic pace.

I move my finger in and out his little fuck-hole. I like the way his sphincter is holding my finger. Very snug, but not too tight. I imagine it's my dick going in and out. Fuck, that's going to feel great.

I keep moving my finger back and forth a few more times. At some point, I push way in, and my finger touches a small bump inside Joshie's little love canal. The moment I touch it, Josh's entire body shakes and shivers, and he lets out a loud moan without letting go of my dick.

Damn!

I think I found his fucking prostate!

I watched a porn way once where this chick was dominating this dude, one of those "Fem Dom" movies. She would fuck this submissive dude in the ass with a dildo strapped on. In this one scene, she fingered him, and she literally finger-fucked a cum out of him.

I wonder whether Joshie is going to be enjoying this as much as the dude in that movie. Maybe he likes his ass entered and played with.

Josh is sucking me like his life depends on it. His pace is faster than ever before, and his pressure on my cock is fucking perfect.

I don't think I am going to last past twenty minutes, but I don't care, I can tell I am going to have one of the best cums of my life.

I move my finger back out a bit.

I wonder whether his micro is hard at this point because of my finger finding his G spot. Damn, what a mindfuck that would be for him. No straight dude wants to be blowing another dude or get fingerbanged while blowing another dude. Now add to that boning while blowing a dude who is also fingerbanging you.

Fuck, this has to be messing with his mind!

I move my finger again and feel the same firm spot. I massage it softly. I notice the same response, this time, his moan is softer, probably because he is learning to control it, but I feel his body shiver again.

This could be a huge plus for us.

Josh might be a little ass-pirate.

Josh's sucking is getting frantic. He is clearly trying to get me to the finish line. He wants his reward, and probably more than that, he wants to get himself out of the situation he is in.

I force myself not to cum yet.

I am having the fucking time of my life right now, and I don't want it to end.

I put my finger back on Josh's little G-spot and massage it gently and repeatedly. I sense him arching his back slightly, and I notice that my finger is able to move more freely inside his tight sphincter.

Damn, he is literally unable to resist this.

This is the most incredible news; Josh is a butt pirate.

I don't get any additional audible moans or groans out of my private hoover, but his oral game stays on course. He has settled into a super steady rhythm, treating me to long strokes with excellent pressure and lots of good drooling action.

I play with the thought of adding some more spit, and potentially a second finger, but decide that I am too close to cumming to add much more action to today's very special date. I also don't want to make the mistake of doing too much in one session. I am confident that Joshie will not protest any of today's actions. I don't want to go too far.

I close my eyes and visualize my cock going in and out of Josh's fuck hole. I move my finger in and out at the exact pace that Joshie is hoovering my cock. It's the horniest thing ever. After a couple of minutes, I realize I am going to have to blow.

I stay in character and treat Josh to a final barrage of verbal encouragement.

"Fuck baby girl, I am gonna give you my Jizz. Be a good girl and swallow all that sweet nectar, baby."

I slightly increase the pace of my fingering. I wonder whether I can give him a cum with my fingers like the Dominatrix did in that porn.

"Fuck yea baby. You are getting me so close."

Josh's sucking reaches an almost superhuman pace.

"Come on girl, you've earned my jizz baby."

I feel my nuts pulling up towards my body. I try to will my dick to hang on for just a few more seconds, but it is going to fail this challenge.

I am about to have the fucking cum of my life.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!"

My cock starts unloading. I can feel and hear Josh swallowing for all he's worth. I feel large volleys of cum flying out of my cock. I cannot imagine he's gonna be able to swallow them all.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!"

Rope after rope of my jizz is shooting out. My entire body is shaking. I hear Josh gagging and swallowing at the same time. I feel a bit of jizz leaking out of his mouth into my crotch. I cannot see how much of it is there due to the towel still being on Josh's head. I am sure he will be happy to lap up the little bit of spunk he spilled afterwards.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!"

I gradually come down from what is genuinely one of the best cums of my life.

My finger is still all the way inside Joshie's little fuck hole. I pull it out, it's harder to explain it being there now that I've cum.

Josh is swallowing, panting, drooling, and an overall sweaty mess. I love how fucking desperate for our jizz we have made him.

I quickly grab my phone, stop the video recording, and put it down next to me.

I feel a trickle of cum running down my ball sack.

I grab the towel and lift it from Josh's head.

I can barely keep a straight face.

Josh is sweaty and red from the effort he's put in. His chin is full of drool, with a little bit of cum mixed in. His eyes look a bit teary; I assume from the gagging he did on my pole and my spunk.

He looks like a fucking mess.

I see his eyes dart down towards my crotch. Hehe, he realizes he spilled a bit. I see his eyes focus on the little bit of jizz he missed in the cum-plosion he just survived.

His looks up at me. I give him the smallest nod possible. I know that's all he needs.

Without a word, he leans forward, and quickly laps up the small amount of cum that has pooled at the bottom of my dick.

I speak up.

"There's a little bit that trickled down right there down my nut sack."

Without hesitation, he dives down and licks my nut sack clean.

Damn.

Travis and I have created the most perfect cock servant in just a few months, and I am 99% sure that his little cocksucker is about to start getting us off with both his boy holes.

I signal to Josh it's time to get up. I wanna go home and watch this video I took. I'll rub another one out for sure watching it.

I turn to Josh.

"Great job today dude. The combo of the jock and the towel over your head really did the job for me. I am confident I can be your donor with this new approach for many months to come."

Josh's face is a combination of dread and joy. Or actually, mostly dread. I almost feel bad for the little guy. This is not what he had in mind way back when he did his google search on how to grow his tiny wiener.

I start getting up from the mat.

"K dude, same place, same time tomorrow?"

Josh nods.

He's in.

No mention of the ass invasion.

No protest about effectively being blindfolded with the towel draped over his head.

He's in because he knows he doesn't have better options than Travis and me.

The rush of power I feel is making me chub all over again.

I put my shorts on and head out.

It's time for some home movie watching.