It’s hard to top getting teased and pushed to the edge and then finally climaxing to knee-shuddering completion while watching a live feed of yourself get pumped with cum by a hot older gentleman. Or at least that was what I was thinking as I sprawled out – naked from the waist down – on the deep-set plush wrap around couch in the dimly lit home theater of Henry’s vacation rental. I was absent-mindedly playing with my still-sensitive cock and tugging slightly at my recently-drained balls as I thought about the events in the night that had a led to this feeling of pure satisfaction and relaxation.
I had been at a fancy cocktail party feeling completely out of place and was just on the cusp of bailing with the one person there I knew, when Henry had stepped out of the crowd. He was an old friend and co-worker of my dad’s whom I had jerked off thinking about during my early years of discovering my bi-sexuality. At the time, he was one of the only gay men I knew that completely fit my favorite ‘type’. (My first introduction to that side of me had come at the hands of a ‘daddy’ and even to this day, I harbor a special weakness for confident, experienced older gentleman.)
We had exchanged pleasantries and after some sexually charged moments, I had found myself making out with him in the driveway before hopping in his car to head back to the AirBnB he was renting while visiting town. There he had taken me in the manliest of fashions, emptying his balls in my thirsty throat before teasing and loosening my asshole with his tongue and fingers until I was absolutely ravenous to have his cock inside me. And then he fucked me to our mutual completion while we watched ourselves on screen.
*I wrote about all this a[couple days ago](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/p1d0ra/so_i_fucked_my_dads_friend_this_weekend_mm/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3) if you are interested in the full details.*
“Find something to watch yet?” Henry asked as he came back into the room with a towel around his waist, looking newly showered and holding a couple of beers and a bowl of trail-mix. He had, for the moment, dropped the controlling facade we’d used during play, and was the generous, congenial man my father had invited around our house for barbecues and football games years before.
I had been so caught up in replaying the last few hours in my mind that I had not even touched the remote. I could still feel a slight dull ache in my hips, a mixture of my hole recovering from use and my insides yearning for more.
“Ummm, no.” I confessed. “I was still soaking in what we just did.”
He smiled. “I keep thinking about it too. I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”
I was surprised. I thought it had just been me thinking about him all those years ago.
He saw my expression and laughed. “I actually remember the first time I thought about what it might be like to fuck you.” He settled down on the couch next to me and put an arm around me so my head was resting on his hard and hairy chest. “You were home from your senior year at college with a few of your friends and you were all hanging out around the pool. I came over to borrow some tools from your dad and while we were chatting I looked out the window and saw you standing on the diving board bouncing up and down. You were testing how much flex you could get out of the board without falling off and your wet bathing suit was clinging to your ass. I was transfixed, watching your ass and leg muscles flex as you pumped. For a moment, I thought your dad caught me staring and I quickly averted my eyes, but that image of your wet body glistening in the sunlight and that ass so perfectly framed by the clinging bathing suit was burned in my memory. I came thinking about it later while my boyfriend at the time was sucking my cock.”
I barely remembered what day he was even talking about, but the story had reignited the simmering flame within me. My body felt spent and nearly used to completion, but I wanted this man more than ever. I could smell his musky sweat mixed with the fragrance of clean soap as his chest rose and fall against my head and the thought that he had coveted my body sexually around the same time that I had been fantasizing about him was adding an element of inevitability and foregone conclusion to our recent actions. This man and I had been destined to fuck, we had just need the right push.
My mind drifted to what life would be like as Henry’s houseboy. Wearing tight and revealing cloths as I did chores around the house, satisfying his needs after a long day of bringing home the bacon, falling asleep next to him full of his seed and then waking up in the morning to service his cock before making his morning coffee. It was only a fantasy, I wouldn’t vibe with a life like that and I could never imagine my dad’s reaction if he ever found out his son was his friend’s little plaything. But in the moment that fantasy was the potential future I wanted to live in. It was what I wanted in my head the next time he entered me.
We chose some crappy made for Netflix movie off the top of the queue and relaxed. We both knew we wanted to go for a round or two more but we each need a little time to recover beforehand. Henry was playing with my hair as we stared at the large home theater screen, and my eyes kept dropping from what was playing on the TV down to Henry’s limp cock a foot or so in front my face. I reached out and started playing with it absent-mindedly. Feeling it’s softness in my hands but knowing its potential.
Henry sighed and shifted his hips upward a bit, inviting me to continue. I began to tug a bit at his balls, feeling the soft flesh between my fingers, squeezing his whole package around the base before sliding upward and taking his limp shaft in my hands. I was already starting to get hard from feeling his cock in my hands. I was captivated by that beautiful smooth phallus that had brought me such pleasure and fulfillment. Henry had one of those dicks that seemed younger and more vivacious than its owner, but now it was displaying its age, a younger man would’ve likely been hard again already.
Henry was sighing and massaging my shoulders and back tenderly, so i could tell that he was enjoying it, but I was slowly filling with more and more determination to bring his cock back to life. I shifted over to the floor in front of the couch and brought his cock up against my face, feeling the smooth shaft on my cheek and his velvety tip against my ear. My tongue flicked out and my lips wrapped softly around his skin at the spot where his balls met his hips, looking up at him with hungry eyes. His face was partially shrouded in the semi darkness, but the light from the TV reflected in his eyes and I could see, though mostly closed in revelry, he was looking down at me as I worked.
It took maybe 10 minutes to get Henry fully hard again. I worked slowly and tenderly, experiencing the sensation of his cock slowly but surely hardening at my touch. I ran my tongue along the shaft and carefully around the tip. His cock jumped a bit when my lips went around his still tender tip and his hips bucked uncontrollably as my tongue teased the opening to his cum-tube. I could feel his hand softly on the back of my head again, now giving direction to my efforts. Once his cock was full but not ridged and pulsing, he forced my head fully down and I felt his whole cock slide into my throat, my nose pressed against his belly, breathing in his now minty crotch (smelled like he used Dr. Bronners in the shower). He held me there and I could feel his cock hardening inside me. Inhaling and exhaling deeply and purposefully through my nose, more and more of his manly scent hitting my smell receptors, I was determined to keep him down as long as it took.
He pulled my head back and I felt his cock slide out of my eager mouth, my lips and his cock now dripping with my spit. I gasped and fought for air, wanting that beautiful dick back inside me.
“You really are a thirsty little fucker aren’t you?” He groaned, breathing heavily, looking down on me.
“Yes, sir.” I responded, looking up at him pleadingly. The game was back on, the roles resumed. He was my commander and I was his subject. “I need my master’s cock.”
“Well?” He commanded. “What are you waiting for then, boy?” Giving my face a soft slap.
I was thinking about the houseboy fantasy from earlier as i dived back in, hungrily sucking and lapping at his cock, taking him all the way in and trying to pump the cum from his balls using my hands and lips. He laid back and moaned, thrusting his hips forward every time he had the urge to go deeper and I complied, taking him fully in with every new thrust. I sucked him greedily for what felt like an hour, but was really impossible to say. There was no time in this room, just his cock and my mouth. My jaw was starting to ache a bit and I was using my hands more and more, stroking his cock with my wet slippery spit. He still hadn’t cum. He was going to hold back because he knew how much I wanted it.
He pulled my head back and gave me a break. I was still slowly stroking and gripping his cock in my hands. He looked down at me, saying: “You want this cock inside you, don’t you, you little slut?”
“Yes, sir.” I breathed. “More than anything.”
He stood up and pulled me up to my feet, kissing me deeply. My knees began to melt as I gave my weight over to him. He spun me to the side and flopped me down on the wide couch, standing between my legs and looking down at me on my back, ready and waiting for him.He got the lube and spread it on his fingers, reaching down between my legs and into my crack, rubbing the liquid over my hole. My head was beginning to swim again with pleasure and anticipation as a warm longing spread from my hips to my tightly flexing stomach.
“You wont need too much loosening up this time, will you?” He observed.
I shook my head, not able to find words in my current state of craving. I could feel his cock poised at my hole. My ankles on his shoulders and his hands gripped around my waist. My hole was pulsing in anticipation, my hips pushing forward against his cock, begging to be entered, but he pulled back slightly with every move I made, keeping the end of his cock just brushing lightly against my breach.
And then he was in me. I let out a high pitched girly “oh!” of shock and pleasure as his cock slid inside me without pretext or warning. I had been begging for it, but somehow it still felt like a beautiful surprise. Henry moaned with deep satisfaction as his hard cock settled in, feeling my body react to his presence with every inch he pushed further.When he was fully inside, he leaned over me, pushing my knees towards the side of my head and locking eyes with me. The wild passion in me ignited as I saw the look of pure contentment and pride in his eyes. He looked like a man who was exactly where he wanted to be, getting everything he wanted and very pleased with his perfect little fuck toy that was giving it to him. Whatever my ass felt like to him, it was precisely what he wanted.
I stared back at him, mouth slightly agape and brow furrowed, wearing an expression of worried submission as if I couldn’t believe that it was okay to feel this good. And I felt his cock pull back and I whimpered a bit, feeling his absence in my loins as he slid out. Then I gave another high pitched, breathy “oh fuck!” as he quickly pushed back in, filling me completely. I was moaning and panting and breathing uncontrollably as he slowly and purposefully fucked my tight little hole. He wasn’t pounding me raw but working his hips in a smooth fluid predictable motion as my body was flooding with rush after rush of warm primal pleasure. This wasn’t porn fucking, this was proper breeding. These were the movements of a man determined to spill his seed into the waiting gasping and needing body before him.
My cock was absolutely rock hard and aching. Full to bursting and flopping around my stomach as he thrust. I reached out and dug my fingers into his back, both needing something to grip onto to ground me to reality while also wanting to pull his whole body further into mine. I felt so goddamn good, my ass milking the amazing cock of this beautiful man in front of me. My hips and groin filled with a furious purpose to drain every last drop of cum from Henry’s balls. My body began to buck uncontrollably, an elemental need inside me rushing forward with fully resolved intention. Submission only took me so far, when the orgasm began to build, my body took over. It need that cum and it would stop at nothing to get it.
Henry noticed the change in me and by now knew what was coming. He took one hand off my hips and gave my cock two quick decisive strokes and I was lost in pure euphoria. My cock bursting like a fire hose, painting my chest, his chest, the couch and my face in my cum. My ass was pulsing and quivering and gripping Henry’s cock with every subsequent eruption. Warm tingling spread throughout my body, emanating from my groin as gratification and consummation replaced lust and longing. Then I felt the first blast of cum inside me.
I had been so wrapped up in my own mind-warping pleasure that I hadn’t considered how close Henry might have been. But as his thrusts shifted from swift and fluid to disjointed and lurching, I felt my eager ass filling with his warm wet seed. He was panting and saying something, but i couldn’t hear him through the ringing in my head. My consciousness wasn’t ready to retake the reins from the rush of primal satisfaction now flooding my body.
He pulled out and I caught a glimpse of his beautiful cock, shiny with lube and cum, swinging between his legs. He looked down at me smiling and wiped some of my cum of his chest with his finger and brought it to his lips.
“You taste good, boy.” He said, winking. “But you fuck even better.”
“You too.” I said, stupidly.
*Thanks for all the kind words for the first part of this story. Love the feedback!
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