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obeylust:

He’s a confident guy, with a pretty girlfriend, abs and a twinkle in his eye. Brought up by a hard working single mum and a doting older sister he knows how to use his baby face to best advantage with the ladies. But I knew him as that boy on the beach in Mykonos who struck up a conversation with me at the beach bar while we were both waiting for our beers. He was so flirty and he kept checking out my package so much that I never even suspected he might be straight. He never mentioned his GF back home while we sat together in the strong Greek sun talking about how horny we both were.

When he finally plucked up the courage to ask me if he could suck my dick I was pleased that his cockhunger had overcome him.

In my hotel room he showed me exactly how much he’d always craved a strong male figure in his life. I was only a few years older than him, but he began calling me Sir as soon as the door closed. I teased him a little by groping my quickly hardening cock through my shorts and he said “please Sir, let me suck your cock. I need it.”.

He didn’t need to ask me twice. I pulled his shorts down so I could watch his magnificent perky little butt while he serviced me. He gasped when I finally pulled out my cock and he fell to his knees and said “it’s so big! I’ve never seen one that big in the flesh. Thank you Sir.”.

He tried hard to do my cock justice, but his inexperience showed so I decided to push him up against the bed and really skull fuck him. Soon enough he was choking, retching up stuff that dribbled down his chin in thick glistening ropes and wet his own pretty cut cock. That boyish face with it’s plump little lips looked so perfect with my rigid dick pistoning in and out of it. “Look up at me boy.” I told him.

Had I not been buried in his throat he would have been moaning loud enough to be heard in the lobby. The vibrations from his stifled moans felt good on my cock. Big fat tears rolled down his flushed cheeks.

I could feel my balls tightening, and I began to feel that amazing, fiery feeling in the root of my cock, “I’m close boy” I grunted. He managed to get free of my thrusts and said “Please Sir, don’t cum in my mouth. I want you to use my ass.”. I laughed and said “Don’t worry boy, I will. But right now you better get ready because I need to fuck your throat even harder and you better be ready to drink my spunk.”.

When I came it was like I slipped out of this world, thick ropes of sperm just kept shooting out of my cock, over and over. It felt incredible. I was so busy I almost forgot that the gorgeous boy beneath me would need to breath at some point. When it finally stopped spasming I slowly pulled my dick out of his throat, and instead of gasping for air and coughing the boy grabbed my cock and began sucking the last drops of baby-batter from me with an intense look of concentration and pleasure on his face. “Thank you Sir.” He whispered.

He was so hot, I was so horny, and his perfectly pert little butt was just too irresistible that it took me only a few minutes to be ready for the main course. “Please Sir, be gentle, I’ve never had a dick in my ass before.” he said. So I lavished his tiny, pink pucker with my tongue, and made sure to get him loosened up. But even that probably didn’t prepare him for what it would feel like when I finally pushed my cock head against and then into his boy-cunt.

If he’d been moaning before with my dick in his mouth, he was almost screaming now. But my dick was in charge, and when his hole stopped feeling like he’d been stabbed and the pleasure of having a man inside him overwhelmed him and he said “fuck me Sir, please fuck me!” in that sexy whimpering tone I love I was ready to throw him the fuck of his life.

Needless to say his cherry cunt felt so good it was surreal. I used him in every position I could think of, tasted my cock and spunk on his mouth as I kissed him while my dick depth tested his pussy. He begged me to fuck him harder and grasped by butt to show me how much he needed it. When his eyes went wide and he said “Oh shit! I think I’m pissing myself!” I knew better.

“No, you’re cumming.” I grunted and kept on thrusting. And sure enough his impossibly hard dick was jetting cum all over his stomach and chest and he was whimpering and writhing and moaning like a woman until his balls had emptied. Feeling that sweet boy-cunt cumming on my cock like that was just so fucking intense that seconds later I had one of the most intense orgasms I’d had in months. I filled him up to overflowing! I was shocked I had that much cum to give after having already blown such a big load in his throat.

I kissed him and whispered in his ear “You’re such a good boy”, and I don’t remember all the post-orgasmic babbling, but he was thanking me and kissing me as we lay on the bed covered in sweat. It took ages for my cock to soften, so I just enjoyed the feeling of his hot, silky hole on my cock, and my cum dribbling out of him onto my balls and thigh. When my hardon finally abated and flopped out of his stretched open pussy it made a pop like a cork being pulled from a bottle.

His mobile rang. He found it on the floor next to his shorts. “Fuck off Gaz!” he said, chuckling, to whoever was on the other end, “I’m getting laid! I’ll see you all later”. He hung up and switched the phone off. “Sorry Sir,” he said as he climbed back onto the bed beside me and put his head on my hairy chest “That was just one of my friends, they always pull this kind of crap whenever I score with a girl. Phone calls and whatever. I’ve done the same to Gaz myself.”.

That was when I finally realised he wasn’t Gay. But whatever he called himself he was sorely in need of being used to satisfy a cock. He showed me exactly how much he needed it for the next 48 hours in that hotel room and he sure didn’t look too heterosexual while he sucked my cock clean and gurgled his pleasure at having his butt plundered and seeded for umpteenth time that weekend. 

Fuck damn. That feeling, where you’re about to cum from being fucked and it feels like you’re gonna piss, is so hot. I mean, you know you aren’t—you’ve done this before—but there’s still that little nagging doubt, that bit of worry that maybe you’re wrong. Your body—so thoroughly worked over—feels out of control anyway, and maybe it’s so out of control that this time will be different, maybe this time you really will wet yourself with piss while his thick dick impales you, over and over again. But you can’t stop, you couldn’t stop, and so you bite your lip and wait for it, wait for that moment when either you piss yourself or you cum yourself, all because of his cock driving into you, all because your body is no longer your own.

tonytone79:

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