Author's Note -- There are moments of dubious consent or non-consent in this part of the story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, do not read.
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"Maria, c'mon . . . I told you this already."
I held my cell phone as the sound of my girlfriend's voice reverberated in my ear.
"I TOLD you that I have a meeting to go to. It's required by the company and I HAVE to go!"
Between Connor, work, the gym, and Maria, it seemed as if all of them wanted more time than I could give. I wondered sometimes if all of it was worth it.
"Look, we'll go do it this weekend. I promise. But I just got home, so I've got to go, or I'll be late . . . okay?" There was a click and the phone went dead.
Shit.
I had left the gym earlier after a quick workout and had come home to shower. Maria had been after me to pick her up and go shopping before I went to work that day. But I already had plans and going shopping wasn't on the list.
My sessions with Connor had become more intense since he first milked me, and I was enjoying them more and more. It was always something different and new. Sometimes we'd watch gay porn, which excited Connor but only bored me. Other times, he'd suck me off for two hours, telling me he needed more and more of my cum.
Connor was always buying me protein, supplements, and anything else he could think of. He claimed they would help me produce a larger and more potent amount of semen. Every time he'd suck me, he'd want me to get off several times. He loved that my cock would stay hard and he'd keep sucking me until I had to push him away!
When I asked him why he was so obsessed with draining my nuts, he said, "That sweet milk of yours is full of protein. The more I drink it, the more muscle I gain at the gym." Shit. Talk about a crazy motherfucker!
Many times, we'd end up taking a shower together, like we did the first time. He'd soap me up, jack me off, and I'd do the same to him, as we enjoyed touching each other.
In fact, I grew to where I was used to his cock touching me or being in my ass crack. And Connor continued to milk me relentlessly. Sometimes I was a little scared that I'd damage my nuts because they shot so much jizz.
My sexual curiosity was growing as Connor thought of new things to do. And my barriers kept getting lower as my fears diminished about trying them. He had started jerking off and dropping his load on my chest during our time together. And just two weeks earlier, he wiped his finger in his cum and smeared it on my lips.
If he had done that to me before, I would have been very angry and lashed out. But as it was, I just opened my mouth and sucked his finger. When I did that, I remember thinking "how the mighty have fallen" and wondered if there was anything I wasn't willing to do.
I was soon to find out.
After my shower at home, I pulled on a pair of loose gym pants and a muscle tank top. As I drove to the mall, I smiled when I wondered if Connor would have any new things for us to try today. As usual, he was in the parking lot waiting for me, and we made our way to his house.
When we got there, we went in to the kitchen and started our usual conversation about the gym, work, and the world in general. I was sitting on a barstool, drinking a Diet Coke, and Connor was leaning against the counter. After a few minutes of conversation, Connor walked behind me and started massaging my shoulders. It felt great and I leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
"Relax," Connor whispered.
I started taking deep breaths, letting the pleasure of Connor's strong hands knead the muscle. I moaned slightly and said, "That feels good."
As he rubbed, my head lolled around on my neck and I felt my body start to drift.
"I needed this. It's been kinda stressful at work."
Connor started working my neck and back. He leaned down to my ear and quietly breathed, "I . . . want you . . . to relax." As he felt my body sag, he leaned closer and murmured, "That's it. Let go. I'll take care of you."
A calm feeling descended over me. I felt one of Connor's hands move from my shoulder, go down my chest, and cup my pec. My body arched as he squeezed my pec and my cock started to get hard. After a moment, he reached down with both hands and started rubbing my cock through my pants. As my cock lengthened, it came out of my briefs and was clearly visible down my thigh.
Connor whispered lightly in my ear. "Let's go upstairs," and proceeded to pull me with him as we left the kitchen.
I walked up the stairs behind him and as we got to the top, I was surprised to see him head towards his bedroom. Because of his boyfriend, we had always used the guest bedroom. But today, it seemed something was different.
I went in the bathroom to piss and when I came out, Connor was gone. I took off my tank top, sat down on the bed and could hear him talking on the phone in the exercise room. After a few minutes, I heard him walking towards the bedroom and I looked towards the door.
Connor came in the room naked, his cock and balls swinging as he walked. He stopped next to me and I stared at his crotch. He had a short bush with trimmed pubes and his balls were completely hairless. For some reason, his balls seemed bigger than usual, like two large eggs hanging between his legs. It was like they were full of cream that he had been storing up for a while. I don't know why, but the thought that he might have been saving up a big load excited me.
As I stood up, Connor walked towards me and grasped my gym pants. He slowly pulled them down and off, leaving me standing there in my briefs, my cock hard as hell. As he rose up, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.
"I've missed that," he said, and kissed me again tenderly.
I hugged him tightly, enjoying the feel of our bare chests touching. Connor grabbed me around the waist and pulled me tighter against him, pressing his cock into mine. I could feel its hardness, the heat radiating from it. We ground our cocks against each other, letting our lustful feelings grow.
I could feel Connor's hands move to my ass, squeezing it, and pulling me closer to him. As he seized my ass tighter, he grabbed the sides of my briefs and slid them down. As they reached my feet, I shook my legs and kicked them off, our bodies completely naked now and grinding together as one.
As the minutes went by, Connor started squeezing our cocks together in his hand, rubbing and jerking them both at the same time. He kept kissing me over and over. Deeply. Passionately.
I felt a wet sensation from Connor's cock and saw him smile as he rubbed the head of his cock against mine, smearing the fluid around my foreskin. I glanced down and saw a string of precum, connecting our dicks together.
While Connor had rubbed our cocks together before, it was somehow more carnal . . . more sensual . . . this time. It felt fantastic and I didn't want it to stop.
We continued to hug and hold each other for a long time, getting lost in the heat as our bodies writhed together. While stroking my cock, Connor slowly went to his knees and we both watched his hand work its wonder on my dick. I could feel my nuts start to tighten, closed my eyes, and moaned.
"Suck it. Please. Just suck it."
While he kept stroking, I could feel the tip of Connor's tongue reach out and touch my cock head, tasting the mix of our precum on my piss slit. I moaned deeper as he continued dipping his tongue in and out of my slit, his other hand gently tugging on my balls. I started grinding my hips, fucking his hand with my cock, and growled, "Oh yeahhhh . . ."
Suddenly, I felt Connor's lips around the head of my cock and slowly slide all the way down. His whole mouth enveloped my prick and a wave of pleasure shot through me. Reaching out, I ran my fingers through his hair and grasped the back of his head, pulling him towards me so that I could control the tempo of his sucking.
As the rhythm grew, Connor would bury his face in my pubes from time to time, my cock all the way down his smooth throat. He inhaled deeply, smelling my scent, and the aroma of sex on my body. I could see his cock get harder and the excitement arouse him even more. The odor of testosterone permeated the room as our bodies prepared themselves for the sex to come.
If it was possible that cocks have their own brain, mine was thinking about all the possibilities ahead, especially those I had never thought about before. My dick was hard as a rock and, in its own mind, I'm sure it thought that it would soon be fucking a wet and willing pussy. I looked down at it, saw the wet saliva dripping off it, the veins pumped and strong. Chuckling to myself, I thought 'sorry dude. You not gonna get in the game you want today.'
I looked at Connor's cock and saw it was leaking a continuous string of precum. It was hard and thrusting, dripping in anticipation of . . . fucking.
Fucking.
Connor's cock fucking.
Fucking . . . my ass.
Fucking my straight ass.
All of a sudden, my mind was a jumble of thoughts . . .
Massages . . . cock sucking . . . rimming . . . fingers up my ass . . . milking my cum . . . watching porn . . . kissing . . . the closeness and sharing . . .
All of them coming together, working through my mind, tweaking my feelings, lowering my barriers.
It was if all the time Connor and I had spent together was leading up to this moment.
