Sorry for the lateness! Life has been crazy hahaha
I hope you all enjoy part two! Again, I'm pretty new to all of this and would love feedback
Without further adieu....
Part Two
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I felt his warm breath and the bristles of his mustache first. Gentle, teasing tickles against my fat pink cock head. Tom gulped again and then gave an exasperated sigh as he moved his head forward. As he began to open his mouth, I squeezed the handful of his dark curls and made him look up at me. I could already tell that between the beer, the joints and the ambient sexual tension, he had become well and truly cock drunk.
“Hey, I’m not some truckstop bathroom fag Tom. Let’s take it slow, no need to rush.” I winked down at him.
His eyes never leaving my pink tip he gave an almost imperceptible nod of his head. I pulled his face close to my groin and buried his reddened nose into the thick, warm nest of my dusty-brown pubic hair. I felt his lips make contact with the side of my ballsack as he took a deep inhale.
“Good little piggie.” I whispered. At this he tried to pull back in protest but I kept his face planted solidly next to my sack. “You like the smell of my sweaty balls?”
Another almost imperceptible head nod.
“I said, do you like the smell of my sweaty balls Tom?” With a slight jerk, I pulled his hair back and made him look up at me.
“I…. um… honestly? Yeah, I do.” He sounded almost embarrassed but I saw underneath the small swell of his furry belly that his cock was rock hard and slowly oozing precum.
Looking into his face I saw the man who had been like a second father to me, who I had always dreamed about stripping down and having my way with. In an instant I saw camping trips, overnight weekend stays and endless Mario Kart matches eclipsed by one thing, a single hair. One of my curly brown pubes had gotten stuck in his thick black mustache. I reached down, plucked it out and held it in front of his eyes.
“Make a wish Tom, and blow.” I laughed
He rolled his eyes and blew it from between my fingers.
“What did you wish for?”
“That you’d let me taste your uh… nevermind.” Tom stammered.
“Well, if it’s any of the usual suspects, you’re gonna get the opportunity at some point tonight.” I gave him two little pats on the side of his stubbly cheek and then with a peevish grin I gave him a little slap. “I wonder if my big, strong stud neighbor can fit both of my balls in his mouth?”
Tom opened his mouth to answer but before he could, I yanked on his hair again and this time felt the warm wetness of his mouth as he began to kiss my ballsack. Without prompting, I felt him suck on the loose, sweaty skin and the first of my egg-sized balls slid in. For a moment he suckled on just that, rolling it around in his mouth. I felt him stick his tongue out and explore the underside of my sack along the seam. The sensation of that mixed with the gentle brushing of his mustache against the base of my sack was amazing. After a moment I saw that he was struggling to suck my other ball into his mouth as well.
“Let me help.” I reached down, slowly stroking his lip and then hooked my finger inside, stretching his cheek out. With my other hand I pushed the remainder of my ballsack into Tom’s eager mouth until he looked like a chipmunk that was preparing for winter. I sighed with contentment as he struggled to roll my balls around in his mouth. With both hands on either side of his head, I stroked his dense black eyebrows with the pad of my thumb. I felt him scoot forward on the couch so he could balance himself by placing both hands on my tight, round asscheeks. As he moved his knees, I saw the glass bottle of poppers I had hid between the couch cushions reflect the dim light of the TV. Slyly I snatched it while he was distracted and palmed the bottle.
After a few minutes of Tom polishing my sack clean, I grabbed another handful of his hair and pulled him back. With an audible slurp, first one ball and and then the other slid out of his mouth. I watched transfixed as a thin, clear line of saliva connecting my nuts to his plump, pink lips grew long, drooped and then detached, leaving a trail of spittle down his chin. I couldn’t be sure if it was the weed, the booze or just years of repressed sexual tension being released but at that moment I was pretty sure that I loved Tom. And judging by the mischievous grin that split his lips, the feeling was at least partially mutual.
At this point, my cock was so hard that it was beginning to physically hurt and a thick stream of precum had begun to trickle its way down my shaft. With a smile I made a ring with my thumb and forefinger at the base (squeezing tight to make them touch) and milked the precum up my shaft, to the head of my cock, where it oozed out onto my fingers.
“Look what you’re doing to me, this is your fault you know.” I gave him a wink and he swallowed hard again.
A devilish thought crossed my mind and with one hand still full of his hair, I pulled his head back and rubbed every drop of that precum into his mustache. I made sure to coat it most thickly under his nostrils so that with every sniff he would have to smell my musk. To see his manly mustache reduced to my personal cumrag was enough to drive me crazy.
“You’re going to ask to suck my cock now Tom, do you understand?”
“I… uh, yeah.” Tom nodded.
With a sudden vehemence I reached down and squeezed his face in my hand.
“No Tom, when I do something nice for you (like allow you to suck my cock), you don’t say ‘Umm, yeah’. You say, ‘Thank you.”
Tom gaped for a moment before recovering, “Y-yeah, thank you CJ.”
“And for tonight, cut the CJ shit. You aren’t going to address me like we’re equals.” Was I taking it too far? The looks of sheer, unadulterated lust on his face seemed to suggest no.
“I… uhhh… then what should I call you? Sir?” His face, if possible, went even pinker.
The thought of making him call me Sir or Master had crossed my mind several times but now that I heard him say it, it felt oddly… impersonal. This wasn’t some random cocksucker I had picked up off of Grindr. Strangely, a memory from several years ago bubbled up in the forefront of my mind. I had played college baseball for exactly one season and to be frank, I was never good at it. Despite my lean, athletic frame, I had terrible hand eye coordination and spent most of the time being shunted as far into the outfield as possible. The coach had also always placed me last in the lineup to bat. But despite my shoddy performance, Tom had unfailingly come to my home games to cheer me on, along with my mom and siblings. During one of those games, the scores had been nearly tied as I was called into the batting cage. And somehow, in spite of everyone’s expectations I actually managed to hit a home run. I remember how the crowd exploded in cheers and the look of sheer delight on Tom’s face as I jogged embarrassed around the field. He cheered the loudest of everyone. Over drinks that night, Tom had given me a nickname that carried me through the rest of the season (despite this freak incident never being repeated).
Chuckling, I said, “For tonight you can call me Slugger.”
A smile danced across his face and he pulled me in close to where he was still kneeling on the couch. I felt his thick, rough fingers knead the taught muscle of my asscheeks as he did so. His forehead made contact with my stomach and I felt him kiss his way around my navel, drinking in my aroma.
Resting his rough, stubbled chin on my stomach he looked up into my eyes. “Well then Slugger, can I please suck your cock?”
I stroked his eyebrow again with my thumb, “Alright but only because you asked so nicely.”
Leading him by a fistful of hair, I dragged him off the couch and sat down. Spreading my legs, I patted my thighs expectantly. Crawling forward on hands and knees, Tom placed his hands on my inner thighs and marveled at the 8.5 inch beast that lay before him. Gingerly he grabbed the base with one hand and then the other, stacking his fists on top of each other. With an almost child-like giggle he realized that there was still several inches of cockmeat sticking out of his fists and then my fat, glistening cockhead. I watched in awe as Tom stuck his tongue out and licked my cock from the base, all the way up to the head. A small dribble of precum greeted him at the top and he greedily dug the tip of his tongue into my piss slit, swallowing every drop he could.
My heart thudding in my chest, I watched as Tom suckled on my cockhead. His lips wrapped around it, I felt him swirl his tongue around like he was trying to get to the center of a Tootsie-Pop. While he was busy, I opened the bottle of poppers and stuck the rim of the bottle up to his nose.
“Inhale. Now. Do not stop until I say you can.”
Without missing a beat, Tom took a long, deep breath through his nose.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6…. The seconds ticked by.
“Stop.” I pulled the bottle from his nostril and recapped it.
In that moment, as the poppers took effect, I swear I could see the last remaining vestiges of Tom’s dominance melt away as he dove on my cock like a man possessed. Bobbing his head up and down he began swallowing my cock, several inches down the shaft. I couldn't resist a groan as it escaped my lips. At the same time, he was tugging and squeezing my ballsack with one hand and with the other he was squeezing my shaft below his hungry mouth. For a self proclaimed dom top, Tom was a natural born cock sucker. Inch after inch disappeared as he rammed my cockhead as far down his throat as he could without gagging. He only made it halfway down but hey, that’s better than most guys were able to. Plus, in spite of my girth, he made only slight use of his teeth. Never biting, he instead drew them gently over the underside of my cockhead, making me buck and squirm underneath him.
After several minutes of this blissful treatment, I couldn’t resist anymore. I placed both of my hands on the back of his head and started to forcibly shove my deeper down into his throat. I felt him slap my thigh to be let up but I threw it off.
“Tom, if I didn’t make it clear to you before, tonight you do as I say.” With each word I pushed my cock head further down his throat. “And if I say that my new whore is going to swallow my cock to the base, then that is what’s going to fucking happen. And if I feel any more teeth than you’ve already been using, rest assured what comes after this is going to be… unpleasant.” I heard Tom attempt to murmur something in response but in that moment I could neither hear nor care. With one final, vicious tug on his curly locks I felt his nose make contact with my bush. As he sat there, deepthroating my monster cock and gagging, I took advantage of the moment. Grabbing my phone, I opened the camera.
“Say cheese slut.”
Tom’s eyes flicked up from the task at hand just in time for the flash to go off. The sudden light illuminated his now red and tear streaked eyes and I realized he might actually be choking. Dropping my phone, I pulled him off suddenly and as concern came over me.
“Sorry! I took it a little far there. Are you alright?”
Coughing and wheezing, Tom raised a finger as he regained his composure. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he looked up at me with a wild look in his eyes.
“That was so fucking hot. I cannot tell you how many fags I’ve made choke on my cock and I’ve never returned the favor. How the fuck have you been keeping this from me this entire time?”
I was a little taken aback at his response but tried to conceal my surprise, “Well it’s yours whenever you want it from now on. You would not believe how long I have dreamed about doing this with you.”
“Honestly… It’s not like I didn’t notice you either. I just didn’t know how to… uh… bring it up.”
Reaching a hand out, I cupped Toms square, masculine jaw in my hand. He crawled forward up onto the couch and pulled me close. There was a moment of intense silence as we gazed into each other's eyes before he grabbed the back of my head and pressed his lips against mine. In this moment of carnal ferocity, our first kiss felt at once passionate and gentle. I devoured him as he did me and in that moment everything felt right with the world. Bombs could have been dropping outside and I don’t think either of us would have noticed. Absent-mindedly I realized that I could still somehow taste the toothpaste he had brushed his with teeth, despite the weed and the beer. Peppermint.
Tom broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine, breathing deeply.
“The uh… pictures… can you just… please…”
Tracing my fingers down his back I whispered in his ear, “I would never share those with anyone else. I have worked too damn hard to share this moment with anyone else. Those pictures are for me and me alone. Unless of course you want me to send you a copy, which I will happily do.”
I felt the brush of his stubble against my cheek as he kissed me again, “Thank you. Also, I’ve gotta say my throat might be out of commission for the night, you kind of did a number on me.” He raised his hand to his throat and made comically exaggerated choking sounds.
I giggled as my hands traced lower and lower down his back, “Well then… I guess we’re just going to have to give your throat a break, won't we?” I felt the fine dusting of hair as my fingers moved over the thick swell of his ass cheeks, inching towards his crack.
“Sounds like a plan, Slugger.”
