My Awaening

My Awakening... Chapter 4

That night lying in my bed I reflected on the last several days, what had transpired, what I had done, what I had admitted not only to myself but also to Devon. There was a feeling of happiness, almost as if I had found myself, a feeling of unsureness about what I had discovered, a feeling of fear with the realization. But an overall feeling of pride and I suppose accomplishment. I had no idea what the future held for me, but I was well aware it involved Devon and his wonderful cock.

My class didn't begin until noon, I woke up and fixed Devon breakfast while he was sleeping. I decided to prepare his favorite and brought it into his room. He smiled nicely and thanked me; his appreciation was obvious. I was happy that I had pleased him, and he was enjoying it. I asked if he needed anything else before I had to go to class.

"No but breakfast was very good, thank you. Is there anything I can do for you?"

A little shyly I said, do you mind if I suck your cock before going.

"How can I say no to my cocksucker. Come get what you want, enjoy."

My eyes focused on his cock I moved to him as he lay on his back, I took it in my hand and admired his size, the sheer beauty of it as he grew harder for me. Just that thought urged me on, he was growing harder for me. I kissed the amazing head of his cock, feeling the smoothness on my lips and tongue. Of course I was hard, I felt it but in a weird way it really didn't matter to me now. What mattered was the cock I was sucking, his cock.

I started kissing and licking the shaft, knowing how much he liked it I wanted to focus on his balls. I reached them with my mouth and felt their warmth, their sheer size, so much bigger than my own, I shuddered thinking of how much cum they held. Cum that would be entering me soon. The entire time Devon was moaning and talking to me, it was the first time I felt as if I wasn't rushing but truly experiencing all sensations.

"OMG this is the best thing that has ever happened, you really love my cock, love my sucking my cock, don't you baby. I've never been with anyone that loves it like you do, you are a born cocksucker."

I licked his balls, his words encouraging me, his pleasure intensifying my own. I took each of his balls into my mouth and sucked them, savoring the warmth and the sensation, his cock resting against my nose. I felt natural, I felt like it was supposed to be this way, as if I had finally found my happy place. I liked how his balls felt in my mouth, I liked seeing his huge hard cock, feeling it touching me, I liked his encouraging words, and I liked how horny I was from it all.

"Damn baby, did you have any idea how much of a faggot you are, I mean you had to have some idea. You are incredible the way you make love to my cock."

He had not called me a faggot before only a cocksucker, I wasn't a faggot, but I also didn't think I was a cocksucker, maybe he was right yet again. Of course I had heard the term or the label but it never applied to me, I just thought it was a guy that enjoyed sex with other guys, someone that preferred cock to pussy but intended to be a derogatory term. At that moment it didn't matter, what mattered was how badly I wanted his cock in my mouth. I looked at it as I held it in my hand, opened my mouth and took him in. I started sucking him with so much enthusiasm, feeling him sliding between my lips, in and out, fucking my mouth, using my mouth for his pleasure but providing so much pleasure for me.

"Yes, suck it faggot, take it all. You love it, you need it, you ache for it now. It is always on your mind; I know it is. My own personal faggot cocksucker, fuck yes."

It was at that moment in time I knew what he was saying was right. I did love it, I did need it, I did ache for it, and I couldn't get it out of my mind. And yes I had become his personal faggot cocksucker. I looked up at him and said you are so right as I swallowed as much of his cock as I could. I felt him hardening even more, thrusting faster and I knew he was going to cum. Just as the warm, strong, delicious first spurts entered my mouth I started shooting my own cum, hands free as the last few orgasms had been with Devon.

"That's it faggot, drink it all, get what you need OMG you are so fucking good."

I swallowed every precious drop of his cum, smiling at him as he gasped while I licked him clean. I held him in my hand and marveled at its magnificence, it truly was to be admired. I wasn't sure of my own feelings, maybe I never would be, but I was caring less and enjoying myself more. Devon must have noticed my admiring him.

"What is it, what is it about my cock that makes you feel the way you do? I can literally see the love and the hunger in your eyes. I feel like you had no idea you were a faggot."

I just laid my head on his thigh as I caressed his cock in my hand, looking at it, admiring it. I looked up at him and said, "I really don't know but I am mesmerized by it. I never ever doubted myself or my sexuality, but you are right, I had no idea."

"Don't you have some classes this morning? Go to your classes and text me when you are on your way, and I will decide what we have for lunch today."

I replied, ok Devon I will as I kissed his cock before leaving his room.

On my way to class and during class my thoughts remained on Devon, his cock and my own revelations as of late. Interestingly my own thoughts had changed, I wasn't shocked, surprised or questioning myself or my actions any longer. I found myself accepting and my thoughts had turned to acceptance, to pleasure and even joy.

I was replaying this morning in my mind, every aspect including my own feelings. He is the epitome of a man in every sense of the word. Strong, confident in himself, witty, attractive and a perfect body with an incredible cock. I realized I was daydreaming of another man, and I was turned on by doing so.

I simply smiled and realized it no longer mattered to me. My feelings were my feelings. I was losing interest or any inclination to resist them. I continued my daydreaming through my first class, having no idea what the lecture was about. I sat on a bench 20 minutes until my next class, my mind on Devon I text him.

"Devon, I just wanted to thank you for this morning."

Waiting for him to respond made me uncomfortable, why wasn't he responding, did he think I was being too weird in texting him, did I upset him. What seemed like an eternity was probably no more than 2 minutes, he responded.

"I'm glad you appreciated it, I believe I am beginning to really understand what it is you need now, what excites you and makes you feel special."

I wasn't sure what his message really meant, was he upset, was he questioning what had been happening. I felt a sudden concern, an emptiness, not sure how to respond.

I didn't respond but it was on my mind as I sat down for my next lecture. I felt my phone vibrate and hoped it was him. When I looked at the picture I was instantly extremely hard and turned on. He had sent a picture of his beautiful hard cock with the message, this is what you need now, this is what excites you and makes you feel special.

I texted back, yes it is Devon and waited impatiently for his response, having no idea what the professor was talking about.

"Set that picture as your wallpaper on your phone, do it now. I want you seeing it as often as possible, when you get home you will show me you have done as you were told."

As my hands shook I set the picture as my wallpaper, nervously making sure no one near me was able to see what I was doing. Texting back, it is set Devon.

"Good boy, look at it often during class this morning. Call or text when you are on your way back, I will tell you what to get us for lunch."

I simply responded, ok, not knowing what to say.

I sat and did as he said, looking at it often, thinking about how it felt, tasted, everything. My phone vibrated again; it was him.

"Are you hard? I know you are, pull the picture up and set the phone in front of you, reach down and rub yourself through your pants."

I quickly messaged back; someone might see Devon. There are people behind me, not next to me but close by.

"Maybe I don't really know what it is you want. I thought you wanted to please me, make me happy."

I did want to make him happy, I wanted to please him but what he was asking was a very high risk of someone seeing. I just couldn't do it.

"Go ahead and delete the picture, no reason to look at it or have it."

What had I done, I felt terrible that I upset him and now he was wanting to take away the picture that I loved having. I was almost in a panic, I didn't know how to respond, what to say but I didn't want to delete the picture. I decided to message back. Devon I'm sorry I hope you understand why I don't feel comfortable doing what you asked but I don't want to delete the picture.

Again it felt like forever before he responded but then.

"I understand and I was mistaken, probably mistaken about a lot of your feelings. It's really ok, we will just return to where we were. No harm, no foul."

What was he saying, is he second guessing everything, is he taking his cock away. I stared at the picture he sent, I texted him, the picture is up on my phone, I am rubbing myself as you asked.

"Good boy, so am I right or was I mistaken? Is this what you want? Is my cock what you want?"

As always he was right, I messaged back. Yes you were right.

"What was I right about? Say it, tell me now."

I was so turned on and rubbing myself felt so good.

You were right that I want your cock, I love sucking your cock, I can't stop thinking about it.

"Good boy don't forget to contact me when you are on your way back. Oh, and don't touch yourself anymore but look at the picture often."

I just messaged back ok and tried to focus on the last 15 minutes of class.

As I walked out of class and out of the building I was careful to look at the picture. I got in my car and called Devon. He answered, hi faggot, how are you feeling? Horny I'm sure. Go and pick up a double cheeseburger, fries and a drink for me and get yourself a salad, no dressing. I just replied, ok see you in a few minutes.

I drove to a fast-food drive thru and was ordering when my phone vibrated, it was another picture of Devons cock with the text, "hungry?"

I was flustered as I tried to order, after placing the order I responded. I don't understand why you are sending me the texts.

"Do you want me to stop, look at how hard you are."

No, I don't think I do, I mean you know how I am feeling.

"Yes I DO know how you are feeling, and I have been thinking how it will benefit both of us."

The girl was asking for payment, but my mind was racing, I paid her and moved to the second window. Picking up the order I hurried back, I didn't know what to think about it all but I knew I wanted to know.

Walking in with our food Devon was sitting on the sofa, he smiled and said welcome home, I'm hungry and I know you are.

"Let's eat, oh I almost forgot."

He pulled his cock out, semi hard, smiled at me and said. "From now on my cock will be out when you are here, and we are alone. Now let's eat."

We started eating and of course I was distracted by his cock.

"How is your salad? I hope you like it; you will be eating much healthier, and I have decided to put you on a diet. You will also start exercising, twice a day focused on squats and lunges primarily."

He had decided what gave him the right to make those decisions. What is he planning, what is he thinking. As he ate he continued to talk to me, it's obvious he had been doing a lot of thinking and had made some sort of plan.

"In so many ways this will be the best day of the rest of our lives. You see, I believe we have both come to a turning point. Please, come sit in front of me, I want you to look at my cock. Don't touch it just look at it as we talk."

I moved in front of him, sitting on the floor I did as he said as he spoke.

"Neither of us knew we would be where we are, I had no idea you were a faggot, I had no idea I would let a faggot suck my cock, but here we both are. It's clear to me that you are in love with. It's clear to me that you are in love with what we now seem to have."

Staring at his cock, listening to what he was saying I couldn't disagree with anything, I couldn't take my eyes off it.

"It is clear to me that my cock is the center of attention, my cock is a source of pleasure for both of us. My pleasure is derived from you worshipping it as you seem to, your pleasure is derived from worshipping it as you do. So, the bottom line is how you feel about my cock."

He was right as always; I know my facial expression was only solidifying his thoughts. He was growing harder, and I was wanting him badly.

"I have decided that we should nourish our needs, satisfy our pleasures. Since my cock, more specifically your hunger for my cock is at the center. It only makes sense, and your actions today has proven that I am the Alpha, it is my cock, and you are clearly a beta."

All that was on my mind was the beautiful cock in front of me, how much I wanted to kiss it, lick it, suck it. I wanted it in my mouth.

"If you agree with what I am saying what has happened today, you following my direction, my orders, that's how it will be from now on. If it is something you also desire and will commit to you may suck my cock, you only need to ask. If not please just stand up, I will put my cock away and we move on, the decision is yours."

I would love to share with you that I spent a lengthy amount of time considering what I agreed with. Share that I thought through my future, what it would mean to become even more beta. The truth is all I wanted was his beautiful cock in my mouth, that was the only thought I could muster. None of the things he mentioned went through my mind as I meekly looked up at him and said, "please may I suck your cock."

Smiling at me, Devon said yes you may, worship the cock you love.

To be continued...