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This story is based upon real events occurring long ago, but having a lingering erotic effect on the writer, who has added his wishful thinking and shameful secret desires of how he longed for the story to end.
My cousin Mark was only a few years older than me, but back at that age, the few years separating us meant a huge gap of wisdom, experience and awe, at least in my impressionable mind. In retrospect, he was a self-absorbed guy who thought he knew more than he did, a misfit always trying to fit in. I thought he was super cool and did anything I could to hang out with him and be accepted into his world, which I found to be a fascinating glimpse into adulthood. The summer he came to live at our house was a fantasy dream cum true for me. The biggest obstacle would be my shyness.
Mark was always into cool shit, like playing army and other boyish stuff that appealed to me. He was also forever doing rebellious things like sneaking out, drinking beer, smoking cigs, and things I knew little of but longed to do. I pestered him to include me, which mostly ended up with him cursing me out as a little punk. Eventually he began to include me, either because I was persistent or because he knew I looked up to him and wouldn't rat him out if he gave me a beer or let me hang out with him smoking cigs on the street.
One day during a hang-out session in the woods to drink warm beer and smoke cigs, Mark lifted up some junk to reveal one of his stash places. He pulled out some moldy magazines and, smirking, said "you've probably never even seen pussy before, huh?". My wide eyes beheld my first Hustler, big tits, ass and beaver shots. Wow. I was speechless, and even more so when i began watching him thumb through some nameless mag showing hardcore fucking, cum shots and all. I tried acting all worldly and lied I had seen this kind of stuff before, but I was beyond fascinated by my first sight of these full page spreads of erect cocks, and open pussies and (gasp)puckered assholes, big whitish gobs of sperm (which I had only ever heard about, but could not imagine). I didn't know what to think about this revelation, but my body responded instantly with my hairless little pecker fully stiffening in my pants.
I snuck back many time after that to have my private peek, studying the hardcore scenes intently, fascinated at the huge red penises and testicles, gaping red vaginas spattered with that milky mystery juice I would come to know as cum. Most of all, I wallowed in guilty fascination, being repulsed and entranced by the sight of some guys hard dick inside a woman’s butt. My God, why did that get my puny pecker so stiff, make me so desiring that I ended up absently rubbing between my legs every time. I hadn't begun to masturbate, but instinct told my body it wouldn't be long.
Like most my age, I had GI Joes and love to play war. Mark, being older, would inject twisted realism in our war games. His guy always ended up capturing mine. My Joe would end up stripped naked, bound, and invariably humiliated and tortured. Most of the time the scenario involved getting my Joe to "talk". I would give only name, rank and serial number like I learned watching "Combat" and other TV shows.
Mark wasn't interested in enemy secrets. He took my figurine, hands bound behind the back, kneeling position (GI Joe of that time was fortunate to have articulating joints...thanks Hasbro!) and then Mark would position his guy standing in front, hands on hips, and pull his uniform pants to the knees. Pushing my guys face to his Joe's crotch, Mark would say stuff like "you commie faggots love sucking big American cock, don't you?". He would manipulate the two soldiers into a very convincing blowjob scene, providing running commentary and the obligatory orgasm sounds when his Joe blew his load in my Joe's face.
I, of course, was the voice of captured Joe (who always had to be the "commie"). No matter how I responded to Mark's interrogation, he was able to outwit me and twist my responses, as older guys always do when dealing with fledglings. A typical interrogation: "open your mouth and suck my dick, commie queer"...NO..."ahh, you opened it and I just put my dick in your mouth, you really do love it, don't you?"...(no answer)..."if a fag stays silent with a cock in his mouth, he really wants it in the ass, doesn't he?"...NO..."aahhh you little homo, you love sucking my cock better than you like taking it in the ass, don't you?"....UMMMM. I could never win and Mark relished in verbally humiliating me while acting out his bondage fantasies on my poor GI Joe.
One afternoon we were playing the GI Joe game, mom was out all day and Mark, having fooled her into thinking he was a responsible young man, was in charge. As usual, my Joe was bound, naked, and fully interrogated. Mark was especially crude and descriptive in relating the depraved things he would visit on my helpless Joe if he didn’t inform on the commander, which apparently was me. He began an animated dialogue with the doll, and increasingly turned his attention to me, finally pointing the toy .45 Colt 1911 we played with at me and informing that I was now a prisoner of war. I played along with his new twist on our game, both fascinated and fearful as Mark used a leather belt to bind my hands behind my back. Was I now the captive Commie GI Joe?
Mark marched me at gunpoint to the POW camp, which in reality was a large closet in my room, officially used for storage, but big enough and lit to serve as a private clubhouse for a guy. He cleared a space for his latest prisoner, and undid my tied hands. “Lie down on your back and raise your hands over your head, prisoner”, he commanded, and I complied. He took a second belt off the clothes hook, and using two belts, he looped and tied one to each of my wrists, attaching them to some low wall hooks so that I was flat on my back, arms raised in a “V” above my head. It was scary, yet exciting in an unexplainable way, to be at the mercy of my impulsive cousin captor. I noticed a strange look in his eyes, malicious with a touch of need perhaps, as he paced and pointed the pistol at me and relished in his superiority. What would GI Joe do?
Putting the pistol down, my interrogator kneeled down, straddling my skinny chest with his knees pressed against either side of my head. “Talk...or else” Mark said as he delivered a light slap to my cheeks with each syllable. “Tell me you would love to suck my dick”...(silence)...”SAY IT” accompanied by another, firmer cheek slap. I was used to him saying shit like that to me, but never under these circumstances, where our game had progressed from dolls to me as his “doll”, and helplessly bound. I tried to glare at him, but i think my pathetic Clint Eastwood stink-eye merely came across as vulnerable doe-eyes. “Say you need to suck my cock” Mark cooed in a strange soft singsong voice, and as I closed my eyes to brace for another slap, but the shock of what hit my face dazed me more than anything ever had in my short life.
As I lay down, bound with Mark astride me, his thighs pressing either side of my skull like a fleshy vise, I heard through closed eyes the unmistakable sound of a zipper on blue jeans. I opened my eyes just in time to see my cousin’s swelling floppy penis flip out of his jockey shorts and smack me across the cheek. My senses were as awestruck as my blushing cheek, so many sensations and feelings and thoughts. I had only ever caught glimpses of a fully developed cock, usually when a grownup was taking a pee next to me. Playing “doctor” with my peers didn’t count in comparison, since our under-development left a lot to my imagination. Here was I now, literally faced with what, to my woefully inexperienced eyes, seemed like the biggest, most dangerous-looking penis I had ever believed possible. And it wasn’t even standing stiff yet! I knew from my own budding experience with” morning wood” that when aroused, a dick stood straight up like it was a one eyed hairless, legless hamster, looking up at you with its one slit eye. To my eyes, and my helpless condition, Mark’s cock looked like that of a giant!
“Say you want it in your mouth” Mark said as he began a slow side to side hip sway so that his ever-swelling penis slapped against my cheeks and brushed my tightly closed lips with the weirdly soft/hard cockhead. I felt the ticklishness of his recently sprouted pubic hairs on my chin, and another even stranger sensation which, as i peered down, turned out to be his low-hanging scrotum rolling back and forth across my throat. “Say you want to suck it, little commie faggot, or I’ll assume you prefer my dick pushed all up inside your ass”. I gulped speechless as I watched him grow before my wide eyes. With each facial cockslap, his dick expanded, ball sac tightening, till that cock rose straight up, angry reddened circumcised head pulsating like the flared out hood of a pissed-off cobra. God, I thought, he’ll either choke me to death or rip my guts out with that huge cock, either way I’m dead!
My stunned silence was apparently taken as a reason to escalate the assault on his bound captive, and Mark simply said “alright then” and spun himself around so that his butt hovered over my face while his hands busily undid my jeans. Pulling my pants and underwear down, he took notice of my little erection as it caught on my briefs, then released like a slingshot to slap against my belly. “Look at that, the little commie has a little pecker that gets horny for men”. My face was red with embarrassment, even as Mark took special effort to wriggle his firm ass and rub his furry hanging scrotum against my face. I thought I heard the unmistakable sound of him spitting, immediately confirmed when I felt his hands spread my thin pale butt cheeks, followed by the shock of his spittle-wetted fingertip pushing against my virgin tight rectum. “No” I cried, clenching my ass cheeks and arching my hips as high as my bound body could, trying to keep from being impaled by Mark’s probing wet fingertip. This suddenly wasn’t so fun anymore. My mind frantically raced and I was never so desperate in my life; I was going to be ****d by someone I hero-worshipped. I closed my eyes in resignation and whimpered “don’t…please”.
I could no longer hold my buttocks tight, trying to protect my virgin hole from penetration, and in resignation I let out a sob and went limp, expecting the worst. What I got was a sharp slap on my quivering butt cheek, followed by “you little crying cunt”. Mark spun back around and I tried to protect my face from another slap sure to come, but the belts binding me just made me squirm helpless. He brought his hand down quickly, but instead of my face, he gripped his enormous erection by the base, his squeeze making the huge reddened cockhead bulge as if it would burst. He again began rubbing his swollen cockhead across my lips, which I still refused to open, but that didn’t matter anymore to Mark.
The opening of his penis was producing something very foreign to my inexperience; a large drop of clear dew that I would much later come to know as seminal fluid…slippery flowing precum. The more he rubbed that penis across my lips and cheeks, the more of this strange liquid his erection produced. He grunted and cooed “yeaaaa…mmmmm” as the watery juice drooled out and some began running down my chin. Gliding on this oily lubricant, the tip of Mark’s dick easily pushed past my resistant lips and his cockhead brushed against my clenched teeth. I couldn’t resist for long, and I was horrified and surprised at the slight salt-sweet taste. Was he pissing, cumming, or what? And in my poor mouth! My helpless hands were clawing in vain to stop this, but my resistance was diminishing.
I opened my eyes just enough to make Mark (or maybe just myself) believe I was absolutely despising this assault. I could see his blurry cockshaft, his fist at the base, furiously rubbing like he was trying to force that fat cock into some tight sideways pussy. I noticed even more the total look of lust and satisfaction in his wide malevolent eyes, and then a guttural groan “yeaaa..fucker…yeaAAA..UNNNGH”. At the same moment something very hot and very thick, like custard, spurted partly in my clenched mouth, and partly overflowing me from the corners of my mouth. My head began to swim and I thought at once that I was going to puke or die, body trembling. “UNNH…UNNNH..UNGHHH you motherfucker” he cursed. He was ejaculating jet after jet of his nasty viscous semen across my cheeks, chin and neck. Mark pushed his pumping cockhead past my lips once again as the squirts diminished into dribbles inside my lips. I couldn’t believe the amount of gelatinous sperm that was pouring from his penis. The scent was overpowering, bleachy sweet, and tasting magnitudes more intense than his precum did. He was squeezing his cock like a milked cow and taunting me with his “yea..take it you little motherfucker..take it” My face was a gummy, gooey mess.
After a period, I don’t know how long, Mark’s heavy breathing slowed and his cock softened, just a bit, and still looked like a huge fire hose that hadn’t been completely turned off. I was turning my soiled face to and fro, tying to make the sticky cum spill off, when he used his open hand like a squeegee to wipe the seed from my face and neck. He could do nothing for the taste that lingered in my mouth, and I was fearful to spit lest I anger him even more. It’s over now, I thought. The next thing I felt was his sperm-filled hand on my penis, which only at this moment I realized had been stiff against my belly through the whole experience. He wrapped his cum slicked fist around my little shaft and began stroking up and down, greasing my tiny erection like he was buttering an ear of corn. God help me, it felt good. He stopped, and I again opened my eyes, silently wishing for more of that wonderful sensation, and saw him put his spermy hand between his legs and work it around beneath his hanging ball sac. What the hell was he doing now?
In one smooth motion, Mark straddled me and sat on my hips, hand again on my boner, and in an instant I felt the warmest, smoothest, glove-like feeling my penis ever knew. Even in my inexperience, I immediately knew he guided my dick inside his asshole and sat completely down on it. He began moving his hips back and forth, slowly at first, then in a faster rhythm, making sure my cock never got away from the tight trap of his hole. Now my spermed mouth hung agape, wide in wonder watching him ride me just like all those women did in his fuck books. Watching in fascination, feeling his tightening nuts sliding back and forth on my panting belly, I witnessed Marks cock growing hard again. He was riding faster and faster on my skinny little hips, bearing down till my puny scrotum was pressed flat and painful.
Mark began masturbating in time with his ride, and even though I was scared and hurting a bit from his roughness, it felt indescribably fine, my little cock burning hot and wet inside Marks asshole. I realized that I too had been u*********sly thrusting my hips in time with Mark so that my little boner would not slip out of this new nice place. Mark let out another grunt, his buttocks clenched, and his body stiffened and shuddered. “You little fucking faggot..UNNNGH…motherFUCKER”.
Mark’s big cock exploded milky from the tip again, this time spattering my chest and belly with white hot curd like he was pissing on me in spurts. I felt the strangest, scariest sensation of my life, knees weak, heart pumping, and though I might be dying. I didn’t know then about what every man learns at an early age, about a dry orgasm, the precursor to producing seminal fluid, and eventually sperm. I couldn’t help, even in my panic, trying to push my trapped little pecker straight up through Marks ass and out the top of his head. Scared to death, I saw he enjoyed my squirming, and kept on milking more of his nasty thick fluid out of that big dick as he rode triumphant on top of my scrawny frame. Panting and grinning, he pursed his lips in a mocking kiss to my jaws agape face.
Much later, closed dungeon cleaned up, bodies washed, nothing said or hinted at the day’s events, I still smelled the strong scent of man cum on my body, and tasted it in my mouth. My imagination, I thought. My longing for this wonderful adult world of sex and cum and orgasms and...mm, can’t wait.
My cousin Mark was only a few years older than me, but back at that age, the few years separating us meant a huge gap of wisdom, experience and awe, at least in my impressionable mind. In retrospect, he was a self-absorbed guy who thought he knew more than he did, a misfit always trying to fit in. I thought he was super cool and did anything I could to hang out with him and be accepted into his world, which I found to be a fascinating glimpse into adulthood. The summer he came to live at our house was a fantasy dream cum true for me. The biggest obstacle would be my shyness.
Mark was always into cool shit, like playing army and other boyish stuff that appealed to me. He was also forever doing rebellious things like sneaking out, drinking beer, smoking cigs, and things I knew little of but longed to do. I pestered him to include me, which mostly ended up with him cursing me out as a little punk. Eventually he began to include me, either because I was persistent or because he knew I looked up to him and wouldn't rat him out if he gave me a beer or let me hang out with him smoking cigs on the street.
One day during a hang-out session in the woods to drink warm beer and smoke cigs, Mark lifted up some junk to reveal one of his stash places. He pulled out some moldy magazines and, smirking, said "you've probably never even seen pussy before, huh?". My wide eyes beheld my first Hustler, big tits, ass and beaver shots. Wow. I was speechless, and even more so when i began watching him thumb through some nameless mag showing hardcore fucking, cum shots and all. I tried acting all worldly and lied I had seen this kind of stuff before, but I was beyond fascinated by my first sight of these full page spreads of erect cocks, and open pussies and (gasp)puckered assholes, big whitish gobs of sperm (which I had only ever heard about, but could not imagine). I didn't know what to think about this revelation, but my body responded instantly with my hairless little pecker fully stiffening in my pants.
I snuck back many time after that to have my private peek, studying the hardcore scenes intently, fascinated at the huge red penises and testicles, gaping red vaginas spattered with that milky mystery juice I would come to know as cum. Most of all, I wallowed in guilty fascination, being repulsed and entranced by the sight of some guys hard dick inside a woman’s butt. My God, why did that get my puny pecker so stiff, make me so desiring that I ended up absently rubbing between my legs every time. I hadn't begun to masturbate, but instinct told my body it wouldn't be long.
Like most my age, I had GI Joes and love to play war. Mark, being older, would inject twisted realism in our war games. His guy always ended up capturing mine. My Joe would end up stripped naked, bound, and invariably humiliated and tortured. Most of the time the scenario involved getting my Joe to "talk". I would give only name, rank and serial number like I learned watching "Combat" and other TV shows.
Mark wasn't interested in enemy secrets. He took my figurine, hands bound behind the back, kneeling position (GI Joe of that time was fortunate to have articulating joints...thanks Hasbro!) and then Mark would position his guy standing in front, hands on hips, and pull his uniform pants to the knees. Pushing my guys face to his Joe's crotch, Mark would say stuff like "you commie faggots love sucking big American cock, don't you?". He would manipulate the two soldiers into a very convincing blowjob scene, providing running commentary and the obligatory orgasm sounds when his Joe blew his load in my Joe's face.
I, of course, was the voice of captured Joe (who always had to be the "commie"). No matter how I responded to Mark's interrogation, he was able to outwit me and twist my responses, as older guys always do when dealing with fledglings. A typical interrogation: "open your mouth and suck my dick, commie queer"...NO..."ahh, you opened it and I just put my dick in your mouth, you really do love it, don't you?"...(no answer)..."if a fag stays silent with a cock in his mouth, he really wants it in the ass, doesn't he?"...NO..."aahhh you little homo, you love sucking my cock better than you like taking it in the ass, don't you?"....UMMMM. I could never win and Mark relished in verbally humiliating me while acting out his bondage fantasies on my poor GI Joe.
One afternoon we were playing the GI Joe game, mom was out all day and Mark, having fooled her into thinking he was a responsible young man, was in charge. As usual, my Joe was bound, naked, and fully interrogated. Mark was especially crude and descriptive in relating the depraved things he would visit on my helpless Joe if he didn’t inform on the commander, which apparently was me. He began an animated dialogue with the doll, and increasingly turned his attention to me, finally pointing the toy .45 Colt 1911 we played with at me and informing that I was now a prisoner of war. I played along with his new twist on our game, both fascinated and fearful as Mark used a leather belt to bind my hands behind my back. Was I now the captive Commie GI Joe?
Mark marched me at gunpoint to the POW camp, which in reality was a large closet in my room, officially used for storage, but big enough and lit to serve as a private clubhouse for a guy. He cleared a space for his latest prisoner, and undid my tied hands. “Lie down on your back and raise your hands over your head, prisoner”, he commanded, and I complied. He took a second belt off the clothes hook, and using two belts, he looped and tied one to each of my wrists, attaching them to some low wall hooks so that I was flat on my back, arms raised in a “V” above my head. It was scary, yet exciting in an unexplainable way, to be at the mercy of my impulsive cousin captor. I noticed a strange look in his eyes, malicious with a touch of need perhaps, as he paced and pointed the pistol at me and relished in his superiority. What would GI Joe do?
Putting the pistol down, my interrogator kneeled down, straddling my skinny chest with his knees pressed against either side of my head. “Talk...or else” Mark said as he delivered a light slap to my cheeks with each syllable. “Tell me you would love to suck my dick”...(silence)...”SAY IT” accompanied by another, firmer cheek slap. I was used to him saying shit like that to me, but never under these circumstances, where our game had progressed from dolls to me as his “doll”, and helplessly bound. I tried to glare at him, but i think my pathetic Clint Eastwood stink-eye merely came across as vulnerable doe-eyes. “Say you need to suck my cock” Mark cooed in a strange soft singsong voice, and as I closed my eyes to brace for another slap, but the shock of what hit my face dazed me more than anything ever had in my short life.
As I lay down, bound with Mark astride me, his thighs pressing either side of my skull like a fleshy vise, I heard through closed eyes the unmistakable sound of a zipper on blue jeans. I opened my eyes just in time to see my cousin’s swelling floppy penis flip out of his jockey shorts and smack me across the cheek. My senses were as awestruck as my blushing cheek, so many sensations and feelings and thoughts. I had only ever caught glimpses of a fully developed cock, usually when a grownup was taking a pee next to me. Playing “doctor” with my peers didn’t count in comparison, since our under-development left a lot to my imagination. Here was I now, literally faced with what, to my woefully inexperienced eyes, seemed like the biggest, most dangerous-looking penis I had ever believed possible. And it wasn’t even standing stiff yet! I knew from my own budding experience with” morning wood” that when aroused, a dick stood straight up like it was a one eyed hairless, legless hamster, looking up at you with its one slit eye. To my eyes, and my helpless condition, Mark’s cock looked like that of a giant!
“Say you want it in your mouth” Mark said as he began a slow side to side hip sway so that his ever-swelling penis slapped against my cheeks and brushed my tightly closed lips with the weirdly soft/hard cockhead. I felt the ticklishness of his recently sprouted pubic hairs on my chin, and another even stranger sensation which, as i peered down, turned out to be his low-hanging scrotum rolling back and forth across my throat. “Say you want to suck it, little commie faggot, or I’ll assume you prefer my dick pushed all up inside your ass”. I gulped speechless as I watched him grow before my wide eyes. With each facial cockslap, his dick expanded, ball sac tightening, till that cock rose straight up, angry reddened circumcised head pulsating like the flared out hood of a pissed-off cobra. God, I thought, he’ll either choke me to death or rip my guts out with that huge cock, either way I’m dead!
My stunned silence was apparently taken as a reason to escalate the assault on his bound captive, and Mark simply said “alright then” and spun himself around so that his butt hovered over my face while his hands busily undid my jeans. Pulling my pants and underwear down, he took notice of my little erection as it caught on my briefs, then released like a slingshot to slap against my belly. “Look at that, the little commie has a little pecker that gets horny for men”. My face was red with embarrassment, even as Mark took special effort to wriggle his firm ass and rub his furry hanging scrotum against my face. I thought I heard the unmistakable sound of him spitting, immediately confirmed when I felt his hands spread my thin pale butt cheeks, followed by the shock of his spittle-wetted fingertip pushing against my virgin tight rectum. “No” I cried, clenching my ass cheeks and arching my hips as high as my bound body could, trying to keep from being impaled by Mark’s probing wet fingertip. This suddenly wasn’t so fun anymore. My mind frantically raced and I was never so desperate in my life; I was going to be ****d by someone I hero-worshipped. I closed my eyes in resignation and whimpered “don’t…please”.
I could no longer hold my buttocks tight, trying to protect my virgin hole from penetration, and in resignation I let out a sob and went limp, expecting the worst. What I got was a sharp slap on my quivering butt cheek, followed by “you little crying cunt”. Mark spun back around and I tried to protect my face from another slap sure to come, but the belts binding me just made me squirm helpless. He brought his hand down quickly, but instead of my face, he gripped his enormous erection by the base, his squeeze making the huge reddened cockhead bulge as if it would burst. He again began rubbing his swollen cockhead across my lips, which I still refused to open, but that didn’t matter anymore to Mark.
The opening of his penis was producing something very foreign to my inexperience; a large drop of clear dew that I would much later come to know as seminal fluid…slippery flowing precum. The more he rubbed that penis across my lips and cheeks, the more of this strange liquid his erection produced. He grunted and cooed “yeaaaa…mmmmm” as the watery juice drooled out and some began running down my chin. Gliding on this oily lubricant, the tip of Mark’s dick easily pushed past my resistant lips and his cockhead brushed against my clenched teeth. I couldn’t resist for long, and I was horrified and surprised at the slight salt-sweet taste. Was he pissing, cumming, or what? And in my poor mouth! My helpless hands were clawing in vain to stop this, but my resistance was diminishing.
I opened my eyes just enough to make Mark (or maybe just myself) believe I was absolutely despising this assault. I could see his blurry cockshaft, his fist at the base, furiously rubbing like he was trying to force that fat cock into some tight sideways pussy. I noticed even more the total look of lust and satisfaction in his wide malevolent eyes, and then a guttural groan “yeaaa..fucker…yeaAAA..UNNNGH”. At the same moment something very hot and very thick, like custard, spurted partly in my clenched mouth, and partly overflowing me from the corners of my mouth. My head began to swim and I thought at once that I was going to puke or die, body trembling. “UNNH…UNNNH..UNGHHH you motherfucker” he cursed. He was ejaculating jet after jet of his nasty viscous semen across my cheeks, chin and neck. Mark pushed his pumping cockhead past my lips once again as the squirts diminished into dribbles inside my lips. I couldn’t believe the amount of gelatinous sperm that was pouring from his penis. The scent was overpowering, bleachy sweet, and tasting magnitudes more intense than his precum did. He was squeezing his cock like a milked cow and taunting me with his “yea..take it you little motherfucker..take it” My face was a gummy, gooey mess.
After a period, I don’t know how long, Mark’s heavy breathing slowed and his cock softened, just a bit, and still looked like a huge fire hose that hadn’t been completely turned off. I was turning my soiled face to and fro, tying to make the sticky cum spill off, when he used his open hand like a squeegee to wipe the seed from my face and neck. He could do nothing for the taste that lingered in my mouth, and I was fearful to spit lest I anger him even more. It’s over now, I thought. The next thing I felt was his sperm-filled hand on my penis, which only at this moment I realized had been stiff against my belly through the whole experience. He wrapped his cum slicked fist around my little shaft and began stroking up and down, greasing my tiny erection like he was buttering an ear of corn. God help me, it felt good. He stopped, and I again opened my eyes, silently wishing for more of that wonderful sensation, and saw him put his spermy hand between his legs and work it around beneath his hanging ball sac. What the hell was he doing now?
In one smooth motion, Mark straddled me and sat on my hips, hand again on my boner, and in an instant I felt the warmest, smoothest, glove-like feeling my penis ever knew. Even in my inexperience, I immediately knew he guided my dick inside his asshole and sat completely down on it. He began moving his hips back and forth, slowly at first, then in a faster rhythm, making sure my cock never got away from the tight trap of his hole. Now my spermed mouth hung agape, wide in wonder watching him ride me just like all those women did in his fuck books. Watching in fascination, feeling his tightening nuts sliding back and forth on my panting belly, I witnessed Marks cock growing hard again. He was riding faster and faster on my skinny little hips, bearing down till my puny scrotum was pressed flat and painful.
Mark began masturbating in time with his ride, and even though I was scared and hurting a bit from his roughness, it felt indescribably fine, my little cock burning hot and wet inside Marks asshole. I realized that I too had been u*********sly thrusting my hips in time with Mark so that my little boner would not slip out of this new nice place. Mark let out another grunt, his buttocks clenched, and his body stiffened and shuddered. “You little fucking faggot..UNNNGH…motherFUCKER”.
Mark’s big cock exploded milky from the tip again, this time spattering my chest and belly with white hot curd like he was pissing on me in spurts. I felt the strangest, scariest sensation of my life, knees weak, heart pumping, and though I might be dying. I didn’t know then about what every man learns at an early age, about a dry orgasm, the precursor to producing seminal fluid, and eventually sperm. I couldn’t help, even in my panic, trying to push my trapped little pecker straight up through Marks ass and out the top of his head. Scared to death, I saw he enjoyed my squirming, and kept on milking more of his nasty thick fluid out of that big dick as he rode triumphant on top of my scrawny frame. Panting and grinning, he pursed his lips in a mocking kiss to my jaws agape face.
Much later, closed dungeon cleaned up, bodies washed, nothing said or hinted at the day’s events, I still smelled the strong scent of man cum on my body, and tasted it in my mouth. My imagination, I thought. My longing for this wonderful adult world of sex and cum and orgasms and...mm, can’t wait.
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