Shelter from the Storm Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Shelter from the Storm Pt. 02

... same yearning, almost desperate tone. "I want to show you I'm grateful for teaching me to take cock ..."

Sam let out a breath that sounded heavy with desire. "Oh, you are going to besuch a popular slave," he told me, his voice husky. "All the big boys are going to be lining up for their turn with you."

Then he took hold of my face, gripping my head in his strong, sure hands.

"Trouble is," he told me, a mischievous undertone in his voice, "I reallydon't have time to just lie back and let you suck me. If I'm going to come in your mouth before I leave ... I'm going to have to fuck it."

A shudder ran through my body. Sam's hands gripping my head on either side were firm, and I knew I would never be strong enough to pull away. I was held in place, perfectly positioned to be used as a fuck object. This was a very different kind of attention from what I had wanted when the urge to suck his cock swept over me, and I suddenly wondered what I had been thinking. Sam's cock was fully hard now -- huge and thick and throbbing, filling my field of vision, making me tremble with awe.

But I couldn't back out now. I took a deep breath. Obediently, I opened my mouth wide, and stuck out my tongue for him.

He slid his cock into my mouth, and pushed it all the way down my throat.

I began to gag, and for a moment I choked and my body shuddered as I tried to clench and push it out. But then I forced myself to remember what I had been taught last night. I made my throat muscles ...

... relax. I willed the back of my mouth to go slack, to open, to let that cock slide smoothly in. My tongue was against his shaft, my lips wrapped around him, and the taste of his cock made me feel shamelessly dirty.

Holding my head firmly in his hands, he began to vigorously fuck my mouth.

It was alarming, degrading, overwhelming. When I had sucked my first cocks last night, I had been, on some level, in control. It hadn'tfelt that way at the time, because the entire act of taking a man's cock into my mouth had felt so deeply and wonderfully submissive -- an act of service, an act of worship, giving up my mouth for the pleasure of another man. And besides, if I had decided in the middle of giving my first blowjob that I wanted to stop sucking ... well, I knew that wouldn't have been allowed. Boys did not simply stop sucking cock in this place. Any boy who tried would still end up having a big load of cum pumped down his throat.

But despite that, I now realised that in the most basic physical sense, I had still been in control of what was happening in my mouth.

I was not in control now. Sam was fucking my mouth with abandon, freely using my face as a toy for him to pump his cock in. Again and again he thrust deep into my throat, and I was gagging, drooling, my whole body squirming under the duvet. It felt degrading in a way that nothing else had felt so far. He had fucked my ass just as roughly as this, but doing it to my mouth was different: it made me feel all over ...