Ben Gets on His Knees Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

Ben Gets on His Knees Pt. 03

My throat was raw and I loved it.

I'd gone camping for the weekend to get some solitude, and this morning had turned out much differently than planned.

See, I've always been the dominant one whether in relationships or hookups. I'd had a few chances to explore my submissive side, but it never really clicked with me, you know? And frankly sliding my cock into men's mouths and asses is just too much damn fun to think about anything else.

But this morning, I'd been about to head out on a hike, and saw the guy in the next campsite. Jeans, fleece jacket, and a baseball cap...head-down and reading a book while he sipped coffee.

The guy didn't even acknowledge that I was just one campsite over at all, but the more I looked at his still form sitting there reading, the more I wanted to say something.

So I did. Now I'm normally pretty smooth when I want to flirt. But when Hat Guy smiled at me I got all tongue tied and my knees went weak. Which turned out fine because within minutes of meeting, Hat Guy had told me to get on my knees and I had willingly done as I was told. I mean, he was smiling when he said it, but I definitely heard it as him taking charge.

And I loved it.

So then I'm cuddled up next to one of the sexiest men I've had ever met, his load still coating the inside of my mouth and slowly drying in my beard. The part of his load that I couldn't swallow that is.

And trust me, I swallowed every drop I could...for a man who's always been ...

... dominant, I still can't believe how turned on I was once I was on my knees servicing this man. This was definitely a new thing to ponder, but I didn't have time for that yet.

Because it wasn't over.

Hat Guy (we hadn't gotten to the name exchange part of this interaction and if I was honest, the anonymity of it was a turn on) had just blown a huge load down my throat. And almost before I had finished gagging, choking, and swallowing, he told me he wanted more.

So we were lying naked together, I was on my back and Hat Guy on his side, propped up on his elbow. We chatted about camping and the weather and other inane topics all while running our hands over each others' naked bodies. I hadn't cum after taking his load, so I was still pretty keyed up.

And now that he was out of his jeans and fleece jacket (and his hat), I couldn't get enough of running my hands over his lean, muscular frame. I lightly traced my fingers along his abs, then along the indentation over his hip bone, watching the cock that had very recently been halfway down my throat twitch every time my hand got near.

And every time that cock twitched, the harder it got. And as he got harder, so did I.

Hat Guy shifted to brush his hardening dick against my hip. My cock, still hard, dripped more on my stomach every time he touched me.

"So when is the last time you took a dick in your other hole?"

I gulped around my sore throat, still feeling the slick residue of taking his load a few minutes ...