Steps to Sucking Cock
by victoria_boy@hotmail.com
comments & gifts (yeah right) welcome M/m/M+, dorms, oral, mild domination, one way sex. Part 4
Brad was so turned on by how the last session went that he was horny enough for a fourth go later in the evening. Again my lips were used to caress his balls, but this time with a lot less prompting from Brad. This time I was parting my lips on my own, and Brad loved every second of it. As I became more into my new task, Brad started resting harder on my lips when they were parted, pushing my lips further apart, and pushing his balls firmly against my slightly open mouth. I could feel his balls resting against my teeth but I let Brad enjoy the moment. It was quite an odd view, seeing my hand only a couple inches away from my eyes stroking Brad's cock madly. Brad started resting his balls between my lips for longer and longer. In time I relaxed a little more, and my jaw was not as tense. This allowed my teeth to part slightly--not enough for his balls to come in, but he could feel the opening below. Involuntarily, my tongue came up and for a fraction of a second touched his scrotum. Brad gasped, and I realized what I had done. I hesitated, and then touched his balls again with my tongue. His sigh was not of shock this time but pure pleasure. Though I was still moving my lips, they rarely came together any more. Brad was firmly running his balls across my mouth like a harmonica, and I could feel my tongue licking his balls as they passed by. Again, Brad was excited and pulled his body back, then blew another big load directly at my lips--his fourth of the day.Sunday was a lot more lickin' balls. Brad was not leaning forward anymore, but had me leaning to his balls and kissing/licking them all over as I jerked him off. He was giving the side of my head nudges to encourage some movement, but all in all let me do my job without any help. His last orgasm on Sunday, Brad tried a new position altogether.
To this point in time, Brad had started jerking off over my shoulder as I watched the computer. Then he wanted to try straddling me over the sofa chair. This time when I took off my shirt Brad told me it was time to try something different, and had me lay on my back on the floor.
Brad got naked and stood straddling my head, facing my feet. He descended, and sat on my face, his balls directly over my mouth. The first thing I noticed was how strong the scent of Brad was with my nose beneath his balls.
Second, I noticed how well shaped his ass was. I had not been able to look at it up close before. I never realized that I was doing everything and anything Brad wanted with little objection. I sat there with Brad's balls resting on my lips, my nose sniffing his between his legs.
"Jerk me off." Brad said from above. I couldn't see anything but his ass. I reached up and took his cock in my hand and started stroking for him. "Yeah... kiss my balls" which of course I did. I also started opening my lips a little and could feel the wetness again. "Lick them." My tongue touched a few times then started to stroke his balls a little. The whole time I was still working his cock. Brad was getting turned on, and was really grinding into my mouth. "Lick more... open up and get your tongue right out there... really work them." I was licking his balls like an iced cream treat, and could even feel my tongue touch his pubic hair and the vein that ran up his cock. Brad started thrashing a little, and then was almost too caught up in the moment to say "Open up even more" as he pushed his balls right into my mouth. I was working his cock well through this, and he started having his orgasm while I could feel the pulsing all around my mouth as his balls emptied onto my chest.
"That was great" was all he said before he went to bed. I quietly jerked off as Brad crawled into bed and turned out his light. I blew a massive load with the taste of Brad's balls in my mouth.
Late in the evening on Monday I still hadn't heard from Brad. I assumed he was at the library, so went and had dinner myself. When I got home there was a message on the machine from Brad asking me if I had seen a book he needed. He was at the library and wanted me to call his cell if I found his book. The book was in our room so I called him, and discovered he was having a long day. I didn't have much to do so offered to drop the book by the library for him. Brad told me where he was and I started the fifteen-minute walk to the other end of the campus. I found Brad and gave him the book. We chatted for a while, and he explained he was going to stay studying until the library closed. Chatted some more before he shared that he had been a little horny, and asked me if I could help him out. I was shocked and said "What?! Here?" "No," he said as if I was a fool for thinking so. "We could go to the washroom. I don't even think there is anyone else on this floor." Brad was right, the Library was deserted, and this floor was especially unoccupied. I asked if he was serious, and he just told me to follow him. I was led to the washroom, and Brad went in to one of the stalls. He had me sit on the toilet, and tried a few different ways of standing once he had his dick out. Eventually he decided it was best if I sat there and he stood on the ground in front of me. If we heard anyone come in he would stand on the edge of the bowl with his feet between my legs. In utter disbelief this was happening I started jerking him off. Brad was very aroused, and it was easy to work him. He pulled my head forward to his balls and I started to tongue his balls again, this time my nose pressed against the shaft of his cock. I was upright this time and my tongue did reach the edge of his shaft, but did not climb up. Brad's orgasm was approaching, and I jerked and licked him well. Just in time for his first shot Brad pulled his balls and my face apart, and pressed the head on my face so that I would not get my clothes dirty. He shot and shot, and my face was covered. He pulled his dick back into his pants, thanked me, and told me he would be back at his desk. Brad had left the washroom, but I doubt he had made it all the way to his desk when I blew my own load. I blew it into my hand, and tried to get as much off into the toilet as possible, but it was difficult because Brad's cum was still on my face. I got some toilet paper and wiped off as best I could, and then careful that I didn't hear anyone near the washroom I peeked out into the mirror. I still had a good gob of cum in my hair, and quickly cleaned it off. After a last inspection I went out and said goodnight to Brad.The next week provided Brad with a lot more licking of his balls. It became such a regular part of our routine that I even did it without being asked. The licking focused mainly on his nuts, but I had explored around the base of his shaft and the sides of his legs. He did enjoy my lips working on his sack, and had me do this most of the time while I was working him, but without fail he blew his load on me.
Brad was very direct, and did not try and make much of a game about how I jerked him. He was not rude, but did not beat around the bush at all. If he wanted a hand job, he just said he needed one. If I was not doing something and he wanted it done he told me. When he was ready to cum he would tell me to aim at my face.
During one of Brad's hand job sessions he was direct again in telling me what he wanted. He pointed out that when he was aiming at my face, I would press my lips together. He said he liked shooting across lips, and did not want me to make them so tight. He told me to just relax my lips a little so they looked more full when he came on them.
I thought about it for a second, and he was right. I did press my lips together when he came--I didn't know why, but I did it. I jerked him hard and puckered my lips for him just as he asked. He told me that was perfect, and blew a load almost all directly on my lips. I could feel my lips getting soft as the cum was soaked in and moistened them, then could feel them get crusty as the cum dried. Later, as I washed up I thought I could taste some of Brad's cum, and ran to brush my teeth.
A few days later Brad brought his cock head to my lips as I was jerking him off. I had touched most of his balls and shaft with my lips at that point, but never the head of his dick. I was startled, but continued to jerk him off. His dick head touched my lips every so often, and at the moment he started to cum he had his head pressed hard against my lips. There was no stopping the first shot--it definitely shot past my loosely closed lips and I immediately spit it out. Later I think Brad was worried he had pissed me off, but it did not stop him from enjoying the rest of his orgasm. The next few times I jerked him off he did not touch my lips with the head of his dick, but everything else was as before.
Brad had called me from his cell phone a few times. The first couple times he asked me to bring him something, but quickly he became direct and told me he needed a hand job. I never disappointed him and would walk or bike over to whatever building he was in. One time I jerked him off in a study room, and he blew an especially big load on my face. I didn't have anything to clean my face off with, so Brad said he would go to the washroom and get some paper towel. I sat there nervous as hell with his load on my face in a class that had no lock on the door. I could hear steps in the hall and prayed they were Brad's. They were, but he could not find any paper towel. He suggested I use my boxers, and having no other viable option I took off my pants and boxers, cleaned my face, and put my pants back on. I folded up my boxers and shoved them in my pocket before I almost ran home to jerk off. I did not realize until that day how much I needed the smell and feel of Brad's cum to get myself off. I had to take the wet boxers out of my pocket, unfold them, and lay them over my nose to get myself off. The next time I took care of Brad on campus, I came prepared with a cum rag.