Steps to Sucking Cock
by victoria_boy@hotmail.com M/m/M+, dorms, oral, mild domination, one way sex.
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Part 22
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With Cole and Sam out of the room for the night, it was just Brad and I for a few hours. Brad was well satisfied, and I was sexually frustrated. I spent the entire evening hard and horny, but that was coming across as agitated and nervous. Several times through the night Brad had to tell me to relax. Finally, I got up the courage to ask if I could jerk off. Through a chuckle, Brad replied "No way man, you are sucking so well this weekend we have to keep it going! You're almost there, you'll be fine." Brad was smiling, and though his words were a bit of mental encouragement, physically I was still on the verge of having the shakes. "Every blowjob you give is better than the one before. Why would we want them to stop getting better?" Brad could see I was still edgy, and came over from his bed to beside my computer where I was sitting. He stood there and gestured for me to let him use the computer, and once I figured out what he wanted I got up and let him sit down. Brad said he had been doing some research, and he brought up a few websites that talked about male chastity. The mouse was used to select sections of text Brad would read to me. Some was written by a man who would be put on cum denial for what sounded like weeks at a time, and how he found it easier after a few days, and then how he started taking sexual pleasure from pleasing his partner. Another page was written by a woman who kept her husband locked up in an actual chastity belt, and how she was having the best orgasms of her life since she discovered cum denial. A third page had a guy talking about the pleasure he took from being fucked in the ass by his boyfriend while on denial, and then comments from the boyfriend saying how good the oral was especially while the sucker was edging or being fucked by a dildo. "I'm not putting anything in my ass!!" I was adamant when I spoke on this point to Brad. Through laughter, Brad said "Don't worry; I was not thinking of trying that! This morning when you were sucking Sam you had your dick in your hand and it had you convulsing. Sam said it was one of the best blowjobs of his life." I wished Brad had not seen that. After a pause, Brad continued, "I also saw you humping Cole's leg, and you suckd like a Hoover while you were doing it. Do you remember when I let you shoot with my dick in your mouth?" I nodded in shame. "That one felt great for me. I want to see if we can get that feeling now." "You're going to let me cum tonight?" I asked, hopeful but doubtful that Brad was going to let me have some satisfaction. "Oh god no," Brad said, realizing I was confused. Brad looked back to the computer and continued: "Like the guy on this website said, `my dick feels amazing in his mouth if he's been on denial for a while and I let him edge while he's sucking me,' and down here where he says `the more pent up he is, the better.' I can't wait to try!" We had a few moments of awkward silence. In that time, I saw Brad was hard in his pants, and I was so desperate for some form of sexual satisfaction that the list of obvious objections to Brad's plan did not come to my mind. Sexual frustration certainly impairs your judgement. Brad stood up and pulled down his pants. I crawled up in front of the chair, and I found my eyes drawn to Brad's cock. My own dick throbbed helplessly in my pants as Brad sat down and I got my first whiff of his scent. Brad could see the lust in my eyes, and he knew how desperate I was for satisfaction. I lowered my head and parted my lips to allow the head of Brad's dick to slide inside. I was not ready to admit the pleasure I was getting from sucking cock. Unfortunately, the websites were accurate, and the longer I went without shooting the more fulfilment I was taking from having a dick in my mouth. Before I was even touching myself, my dick was stirring and I groaned in a combination of pleasure and frustration. "Fuck yeah," Brad was pleased with himself for setting up this situation, and was pleased with the pleasure I was giving him. "Dude, you're doing great! You should start your own edging. Let's see if it gets even better." I was reluctant to start touching myself. I was beyond caring about how it looked to Brad, and didn't care that he would know how turned on I was sucking him. My concern was strictly that I would not be able to hold back from cumming. Brad could sense my hesitation, and again encouraged me to start. I pulled off Brad's dick and started undoing my pants. Just the manoeuvring of my clothing showed me both the pleasure and difficulty I was about to face. I opened my pants just enough to give me access to my throbbing genitals and went to lead forward to start sucking Brad's cock again. Brad stopped me. "All the way off," Brad said. I did my best to give him my unimpressed look, but we both knew I would do as he said. I stood up to quickly remove my pants and went to kneel down when Brad said "shirt too." I took my shirt off too, and Brad only needed to look down to my socks for me to know they were next. "Look how turned on you are," Brad said, making me blush as I knelt down in my place. I felt very exposed being totally naked, and got right to sucking Brad's dick so I would not have to be naked any longer than necessary. I knew Cole had the key and that he could walk in at any minute. It's not as if I thought Cole had a great deal of respect for me, but I was pretty sure it would be humiliating for me to be caught sucking Brad like this. I knew Sam didn't have a key so we would at least get a phone call to warn us before he returned. Brad reminded me I should be holding my dick and stroking it. I groaned a plea to not have to edge, but it fell on deaf ears and I gave in and started touching my own dick. The sensation was ridiculously intense, and as before my body and mouth shuddered with every throb. "Fuck, yeah..." Brad was not particularly articulate, but I knew he was trying to tell me that everything was working exactly as he planned, and that my sucking of his dick was better while I was in torturous pleasure from my futile touch. "Ugggh... my...." Brad was not even making sense, but was far more vocal than usual. Brad was firmly grabbing my head and taking total control. My mouth was very tight around Brad's cock—tight enough that he had to use force to trust in and pull out. I could feel the cock swell and pulse as it roughly went in and out of my mouth. I kept edging my own cock, but for the most part I had to hold it completely still or I would shoot my load. I felt like I was surfing a wave, reacting to all the sensations happening through my dick, body, mouth, and brain. I had not done a lot of drugs, but enough to know I felt as if I was high. I kept thinking of all the things that had happened, especially in the past day. My mind kept bouncing back to Cole and his massive cock. The memory of how each guy's cum was entering my mind, and the memory of Cole's bare hand as he first touched and stroked my cock while I had been sucking him was also on my mind. Every new thought or memory sent me further into my crazy state of lust, and every step further caused my mouth and free hand to do more to please Brad. Things felt very intense for me. I could tell Brad was just edging in my mouth, and this was driving me insane. I promised myself I would never admit it to Brad, but I was starting to understand what the guys on the websites had been trying to convey when they talked about learning to take pleasure in other ways. I was scared as the next thought crossed my mind. I remembered the website that had talked about the guy enjoying being fucked, and I felt my asshole quiver just as Brad's had done when I had licked it. My hand had to release my dick completely, and I throbbed helplessly. As if I could stand up and run away from an impending orgasm, I tried to get to my feet but Brad latched on tight and held me in place. I sort of danced in place between my knees and feet as I squirmed while trying to stop myself from cumming, calling out my concern around Brad's dick and then sucking it like a pacifier. Brad loved it. Before I had fully calmed down, Brad's phone rang. It was obvious to me that Sam would be joining us. Brad was holding me in place to continue sucking him while he was on the phone, but I had no intention of stopping. In fact, I tried to double my efforts so that I could finish Brad before Sam arrived thinking there would be time to get dressed. From the sounds of the conversation, Sam was right outside. Brad stopped my sucking, and got up to toss Sam his keys, then sat down so his friend could walk in and find me naked sucking his cock. When he came through the door, Sam of course found this display to be hilarious, and there was lots of laughter between the boys. I was blushing, but did not stop sucking in the hopes that having an audience would be enough for Brad to cum. Instead, Brad invited Sam to switch places and get caught up. I sucked Sam with expert skill, and Brad was calling out for me to keep edging myself. I did, and was having trouble keeping my thoughts straight. I was confused by the pleasure I was having, and by the thoughts that kept swimming through my head. The talk between Brad and Sam came to an abrupt end, and moments later Sam latched on to my head with his hands, obviously seeing that he was going to need to hold me in place for what was about to happen. Sam held tight as I felt something hard and plastic slide along my crack. I had a double panic: first scared that Brad was going to try and shove something into my bum, and second that the sensation of something touching my hole was going to make me cum. I danced in a panic and tried to move away, but Sam had me held firmly by my skull. "Relax dude, I'm not gonna put it in," Brad said in an attempt to be calming. After the initial shock I tried to calm down a little, but without any way of being part of the decision making process I felt vulnerable. Being naked, on my knees, having a dick in my mouth and some sort of object being run up and down the crack of my ass was not ideal set of circumstances for me achieving a Zen state. "Looks like even touching his ass drives him wild," Brad was saying to Sam. He added an instruction for me: "Keep edging man." I tried to hold my dick, but was far too close to have any meaningful stroking. I did feel it throb in my hand, and my body jumped every time contact was made. "Yeah man, you should feel the reaction on this end," Sam replied. I blushed and just wanted this to be over. "My older bro fucked one girl he knew in the ass all the time. She wouldn't go on the pill and he wouldn't wear a condom." Both Brad and Sam laughed, and I kept sucking, jumping every time Brad pushed whatever that was against my taint, hole, or along my crack. "That's really nasty. I wouldn't want any shit on my dick." For once I agreed with Brad—the whole idea was nasty. "No way man, me neither!" Sam said. "She would clean her ass out before he came over. He said it was so clean she would even suck it after he pulled out." I just about puked at the idea, and Sam could feel me gag, and laughed. "I don't think I want any part of that," Brad said, much to my relief. I continued to suck Sam and Brad kept making me squirm by poking me or touching my body. I kept trying to pull away, but Brad would tell me to stop it. I sucked Sam hard, trying to get this over with while they talked about Sam's brother's adventures with what sounded like a very dirty girl. I had sort of tuned out their conversation, but suddenly some of Brad's words caught my attention. "Maybe you can fuck him one day," Brad was saying to Sam. It took a few moments for these words to register through the fog in my head, and in that delay Sam's dick pulsed hard and he started ejaculating into my mouth. As I was swallowing Sam's semen I fully realized what Brad had just said, and was dumbfounded. I couldn't believe things had come to this. I pulled off Sam's dick and gathered my words. "Guys, I don't know if I want to be fucked," I started saying, but realized how wimpy that sounded. "I mean I don't think that's a good idea at all." I was going to continue, but Brad had taken Sam's place and he pulled my head to his dick, occupying my mouth and ending my part of the conversation. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Brad was holding a big pair of pliers from his tool kit. I guessed it was the handle from these he was using to touch my ass. Brad still had a ways to go before he would cum so I got to work. At first, Sam just sat back and regained his composure. Sam did not sit back for too long though. I heard Sam get up and move around the room, but I remained focused on Brad's dick in my mouth, and the edging he was reminding me to keep doing. Sam walked by us towards my exposed back, and I lowered my ass down so that he wouldn't get any ideas. Apparently I was too late. "Let's get you real worked up again so Brad can feel what it's like." Sam had switched things up so that the real goal was Brad's pleasure instead of my torture, but it did make it tougher to object, especially when Brad chimed in. "Fuck yeah man, get him squirming like I had him going," Brad said while grabbing on to my head as if he knew I would pull off at the first touch. Brad was right: I jumped! The contact from Sam felt different than what Brad had been doing. It was softer than the tool handle, but just as sticky against my skin. I knew it was pointless to try and get away so I kept going with plan B: Suck Brad like a madman so he would cum and this would all be over. Next, Sam removed whatever he was using to touch me with, and when he made contact again it was wet and slippery, sending shivers down my spine. I jumped up in a panic and though Brad's hands didn't let my mouth off his dick I could catch a glimpse of what was behind me. In a split second I could see that there was a condom wrapper on the ground, but I also saw Sam's pants were up so I knew the condom was not on his dick. After the boys settled me down again, I could feel wet contact again along my crack, then the contact stopped at my hole and wiggled at the opening. This sensation sent a new shiver through my body. "I can feel his hole pucker as his dick throbs," Sam said to Brad. I finally realized what was going on. Sam had taken a condom and put it on his finger, and now was using his rubber covered finger with a little bit of spit to tease the outside of my hole. I could not believe how my body was twitching. "Fuck, it feels like he's going wild again!!" Brad said in response to the sucking I was doing of his cock. "He can't even touch his dick he is so turned on." Brad trailed off and focused on his pleasure. Sam was not done teasing my ass. I wanted him to stop so bad, not because anything he was doing hurt, but because it was so obvious that my body was enjoying the touching and this embarrassed the hell out of me. Sam was switching between the tip of his finger and the more blunt end of what I assumed was his first knuckle. Brad was pushing and teasing my hole, my taint, and all along my crack. I felt not only physically exposed in my prone position, but the fact my body was reacting as it was to Sam's touch left me feeling like an open book that I wanted to close. Sam applied more spit, and I could feel him playing more at my hole. It did not feel like he was really trying to push in, but after my sphincter twitched, it felt like he was pulling out the very tip of his finger. I was truly horrified with what was happening. After the next bit of twitching, Sam did not pull out and there was no doubt it was no longer surface play. I tried to escape Sam's exploration, but this just pushed me deeper on Brad's dick. Fortunately, it felt like Brad was very hard in my mouth and I worked on finishing him. "Fuck, dude, this feels so fucking good," Brad said to Sam. "I'm really close." That was my cue to really work on getting him off. "Then wait until you feel this," Sam said, and he started firmly pushing his condom covered finger deeper into my hole. I didn't realize what was happening until he was one joint deep, and by the second joint I was screaming around Brad's dick, and by the time Sam's finger was a bit further I felt a new sensation I had never felt before and groaned in embarrassed pleasure as Brad started cumming in my mouth. My dick throbbed along with Brad's, but only he was shooting his load. As quickly as it had started, it was over. Brad was done shooting and pulled out of my mouth, Sam removed his finger, and I basically collapsed into a quivering mess on the floor. I think the boys were talking, but I was not at all able to pay attention as I tried to recover from my daze. At least five minutes had passed before I got up the courage to start moving. I was beyond embarrassed about how my body had reacted to this new stimulation. I grabbed a towel, and went for the showers and some privacy. When I got back to the room, Brad was in his bed and Sam was laying in mine. The decision had been made that since Cole might not come home we would all switch beds for the night and might get the double bed to myself.Just like the previous night, I found it more difficult to fall asleep than everyone else. My dick was rock hard and yearning for an orgasm, and my mind was swimming with all the memories from the past few days. I was confused as to how my body had reacted to Sam's invading finger. I should have felt violated, but I could not deny to myself how much my dick had been throbbing.
I didn't realize I had fallen asleep, and was not sure what was happening as I sensed motion in the room. A quick flash from a cell phone screen and I could see the naked body of Cole as he was using the screen as a flashlight. The backlight on the phone went out and a few moments later the bed started to move. I lay completely still on my back as Cole adjusted the covers and was crawling into bed. I wondered if Cole had put any clothes on or if he was beside me still naked. It had been a long time since I had shared a bed with anyone, and I with all the confusion from the day I did not know how to react. Laying still and pretending I was still sleeping appeared to be the outcome from my indecision. In what seemed like no time at all, Cole's breathing changed and it sounded like he was asleep. I instantly regretted pretending to be asleep, and was so horny wondering if he had put on any underwear.
I must have lay there twenty minutes listening to Cole, Brad and Sam all breathe as they slept. I was pretty sure I could smell weed on Cole's breath, and figured that was why he had passed out so quickly. The fact that I could detect the smell of pot on Cole's breath so easily made me think he was on his side facing me. About thirty minutes after Cole had fallen asleep, my horniness took over and I could no longer resist trying to find out if he was naked. It took me another ten minutes to move my arm just a little bit, then I froze for fear of waking Cole up.
For what felt like hours, I inched my hand closer to Cole's body, first feeling the heat of his body, then the touch of his bare skin. When his breathing did not change, my hand explored up and down his body. I felt the curves and crevasses as his abdomen sank into his hips, and my hand explored further until I felt a sudden increase in the heat. My fingertips were drawn to the warmth and I brushed against Cole's insufferably thick cock. I paused momentarily, afraid both of waking Cole and of how strongly I was drawn to him, but I gave in to my lust and tentatively touched and then grasped Cole's penis as he continued to sleep.
My bravery increased as Cole's cock began to move. Slowly he hardened, but he did not appear to wake up. All of my inhibition had been suspended as I released the dick and rolled my body from my back to my side to face Cole's direction. Even my full body movement on the air mattress only had Cole stir for a moment. Once his breathing returned to normal, I again grasped Cole's member and was comforted by its firmness. It even pulsed as I touched it, and I knew I would not be able to stop.
I inched my way down under the covers as if drawn to the gravity of the organ in my hand. Under the covers the scent of Cole's body was much stronger, and that only drew me down faster. It felt like moments later I was using my hand to point the head of Cole's dick toward my mouth, and I cautiously touched it with my tongue, then my lips. Soon I opened my mouth and felt the warm skin enter my wet mouth. The engorged penis became very active as I slowly licked and sucked on it, throbbing and pulsing pre-cum. I could not hear clearly, but I thought I felt a vibration through the bed of Cole moaning in his sleep and I imagined he was having a fantastic dream. My hope is that it would be a wet dream.
There was no keeping track of time as I continued to slowly suck on Cole's cock. In his dream state Cole was reacting more and more, and I could hear his breathing quicken and his other body muscles twitch. Suddenly, Cole's whole body jerked and I froze still, cock in mouth. Cole fell still and I was almost certain he was falling back asleep. Just when I was sure I was safe, Cole moved again, this time in a very deliberate almost startled way as his hands came rushing down to find my head attached to his body.
I was frozen with fear, assuming I had crossed a line with Cole. Even through my fear, I savoured what I assumed to be my last few moments with his cock in my mouth. When his hands did not pull me away, I warily explored the head with my tongue and was relieved to feel Cole's cock pulse in my mouth. Instead of knocking me unconscious or pushing me off his dick, Cole used his hands to hold my head on his cock and he began to slowly fuck my face.
No other communication happened as Cole just held me still and fucked my mouth as my one of my left hand held his balls and I used my right hand to support my head. No time was wasted as Cole enjoyed the pleasure I was so eagerly offering.
As I thought he was nearing orgasm, Cole's right leg came towards and his foot pushed against my throbbing dick. I quivered and would have moaned out loud if not for the two boys sleeping in the room. The foot at my crotch explored more, and I could feel Cole's toes dig in to my waistband, pushing it down to expose my cock. Again I had bare skin contact on my throbbing dick and Cole felt my reaction. His balls drew tight in preparation for Cole's release and I felt him slow as if to edge. When he was all but completely still he began to pulse and his cum spurted into my mouth. I lapped at the head with my tongue as more and more semen was being expelled from Cole's cock into my mouth. I again noticed his cock's unique way of convulsing in waves as my mouth was filling up. I swallowed two full times, and then held the last few drops in my mouth.
Once recovered, Cole pushed against my cock one last time and then pulled me off his cock and up to pillow height. At first I thought Cole was pushing me away, but instead he was rolling me over until I was on my side facing away from him, I grabbed for my pillow to get comfortable, but Cole was not done moving me and I felt him pull me close to him in a spooning position. Cole's arm came down and pulled at my underwear, lowering it even more, and once they were lowered his arm held me in place against his body as he drifted off to sleep.
I could feel Cole's softening but still wet dick resting in the crack of my ass. It took a few minutes of this new body contact for my anxiety to pass, but as once it did I was very comforted, almost as if I was under Cole's protection. My horniness and excitement would not let me sleep, so I lay awake comfortable and confused.
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