Three Men and a Boi-Mouth - Sex Stories

Three Men and a Boi-Mouth

... said, “Yeah, you like that, don’t you boy? Yeah, you like that.” He circled my mouth again, then asked, “You ever seen a grown man’s cock? Bet you haven’t but bet you would, wouldn’t you Brynn?” Just as a fever was rising within me, he pulled his finger away and poured two small glasses half full with demon brew. He dipped his finger in one and put it to my lips. “Suck Brynn. See how sweet it is.” I felt heady with the taste and an otherworldly sense that it started within me not to mention that sucking on his fingers made me feel as if I was sucking on his cock. He encouraged me to take a sip and then another. My head was getting light from the alcohol but even more from the bulge I noticed in his pants. He put my hand on it and I didn’t know why, but I didn’t resist. He stood. He was three feet from me. He unzipped his pants. I couldn’t move. He wrangled behind his fly and then stepped closer. My eyes watched. I didn’t want them to. He pulled his dark hard cock out and it sprung before my face. It was harder than hell; ugly but exciting; frightening but captivating; menacing but mouth-watering. It was . . . It was just a foot from my face! A grown man's penis! “You like that, don’t you boy? I can tell. See it in your eyes. Seen it before. Go ahead and touch it.” I remained frozen. His hand took mine. I didn’t resist. He placed my fingers on the shaft. “Go ahead, feel what it’s like.” My fingers responded although I had not decided to tell them to do so. My fingers felt his ...

... cock. Uncertain were their movements but not uncertain was Carl’s excitement. His head was tilted back and his eyes were closed. He hushed, “Yessssss, do it Brynn. Soft and slow. Ahhhh.” I was both relieved and disappointed when he pushed my hand away. “Look Brynn, I know a cocksucker when I see one. Maybe you haven’t done it but I can see it in your eyes. Know those kind of eyes anywhere. I been waiting two days to come here and you know what me and Daisy do and now she’s not here. Come on. You know you want to suck it. I need you to suck on it. No one will know. Our little secret. Just try it. Just give it a little suck.” But I was frozen. It was so hard. It stared at me. It was a big step because I didn't want the label of “cocksucker”. I wanted to run but my legs were numb. Carl solved my dilemma with just the touch of two fingers to the back of my head. I didn’t know then why his hand on my head did me in but in time, I came to understand that my ultra-submissive nature is triggered by such things. Without approval, my face moved forward and my mouth opened and he pushed his hips forward and I felt the heat of his dark, ugly penis in my mouth even before there was any actual contact. That heat forced my lips to surround his shaft and then—like nothing before—I was seduced because the hardness of his shaft ignited every queer, cocksucking notion I had ever had. Without a single thought, my mouth began softly sucking on his hard shaft and my tongue swirled underneath the ...