I was frantically scrubbing every inch of myself. Giving a blowjob in the middle of the woods left me dirty, sweaty, and sticky, and I knew I'd better be fresh and clean when I went back to Jay's house that evening.
It had come so out of the blue. He didn't hint at it, he had been normal the whole morning before we went out hiking along the forest. So if that's what I got without warning, what was I in for now that he told me to come back? How did he learn to shoot out that hard? How far would it have gone if it hadn't been down my throat? How could he have anything left after emptying so much in me?
The only answer I had was to keep cleaning, and my hands repeatedly wandered down to my freshly shaved ass. I had no idea if he was going to use me for anything other than my mouth, but god did I want him to. I squeezed my ass, the two round globes filling between my fingers. It wasn't anything that I worked on, I was just born with a tight bubble butt. As a guy, I didn't really think about it much, but feeling it did make me wonder if Jay had noticed it. It only brought me one benefit, and was the reason I needed to make sure it was smooth and presentable: it was insanely sensitive.
I had no idea if every guy experienced what I did, but it was my hot button. I melted from my asshole being played with, and it was a feeling that I starved myself of outside of the occasional teasing with a soapy finger during showers. It drove me insane, sending tingling sensations up through me from the lightest touch. And the worst part? I had never put anything more than a finger inside. I wanted it so bad. I wanted to pleasure his dick and show my ass off until he had no choice but to take advantage of it.
My fingers wandered closer to my asshole as I washed myself. I squeezed it with both hands again, spreading it apart as much as I could. I moved my middle fingers to tease my hole and spread it. I needed it. Squeezed, spanked, spread, fingered, licked, eaten...fucked. Anything. I had to go over there, I couldn't take it. I finished up, got out, and texted him that I was coming over.
I drove to his house and walked up with the sun beginning to set. Only his car was in the driveway, and the front door was open for me. I had worked myself up into a frenzy and was nearly trembling from the suspense of not knowing what to expect. Was he going to play it cool? Was he going to be spent from earlier like he should be? Would he tell me it was all a mistake and shouldn't have happened?
"Jay?" I looked around downstairs. No one.
"Yeah come upstairs," I heard in a muffled tone from the second floor. I made my way up and saw his bathroom door closed, the faucet running behind it.
"Is anyone else here? I only saw your car outside," I told him from the hallway.
"No, it's just me for a few hours." he replied. I peered inside his room, and saw his clothes from the day in a pile on the floor. My heart started racing, was he getting ready for something?
"Get naked and come in here when you're ready, I'm starting the shower." Well there was my answer.
I stripped immediately, with my boxers sliding down my newly smooth ass. I threw my clothes in his room and shut the door, then walked into the bathroom. Steam hit my face as I closed the door behind me, and I turned to see Jay already naked, the eight inch monster that had assaulted my throat already half hard. I gulped. When I finally pulled my attention away from his mesmerizing dick, I looked up to see the same strip of fabric he had used to blindfold me earlier that day. I guess he had more.
"Am I just not going to be allowed to see?" I said as I walked to him.
"No, I want to see your whole face this time. This is to help you know your place." He smirked as he grabbed my wrist, pulled it in front of him and wrapped the fabric around it. He took the other wrist and did the same, tying them together in front of me. I was going to have no say in where I was put.
"Perfect, now turn around," he instructed. I faced the door, and without being told I stuck my ass out for him.
"Yeah," was all he replied with. He was staring. He was looking at my asshole, between the two firm cheeks whose paleness contrasted with the rest of my decently tanned body. Fuck I was so hot, just from being looked at.
"Hey, just so we're clear: You left your computer open last week. I saw everything on it, and I know what you want."
Oh god. So he knew I wouldn't say no from the start.
"Now get in and get back on your knees where you belong."
I was so hot I couldn't handle myself. I hopped in the shower with the warm water running down the back of my head, and rested my tied up palms on the floor. As I did, he pulled the translucent curtain aside and stepped over the tub wall, giving me my first complete view of the now fully-erect piece of meat that had conquered my mouth earlier in the day. It wasn't washed yet. He wasn't clean. It still had my spit and his sweat from the day on it, and I didn't give a fuck. It was incredible. Curving upward, the thick shaft that he had forced in my face was complimented by a wide tube that had shot out such a heavy load on its underside, and a set of veins that my lips had been forced to slide against along its top side. The head mushroomed out and perfectly rounded at the top for me to swirl my tongue around it, and his balls were big and full. My cousin's cock was like a tree trunk that was made for me to get impaled on, and that's exactly what I planned on doing.
He didn't say a word, and I lunged my mouth forward to the base of his dick, where I stuck my tongue out and slowly ran it up along all eight inches as I stared up at his eyes. I did this again and again, letting moans out as I returned my tongue to the start of his balls and licked upwards. To my delight, he wasn't interested in sensual foreplay, at least not right now, and he grabbed the top of my head and pulled it back as he let the shower water run against his pelvis. His hand didn't let go, and as my breathung grew heavier in anticipation of what was coming next, he slid his fingers to the back of my hand and pulled my lips onto his waiting shaft in an instant. I gagged and gulped with his cockhead suffocating the back of my mouth for the second time in one day, but I had survived the first throatfuck, and knew I was expected to show some improvement with this one.
Gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, the sounds from between his legs echoed above the rush of the water. I made no effort to suppress the noises his dick forced my throat to make, and he loved it. My mouth was just as sloppy as it had been in the forest, but this time it wasn't hindered by the dry air of the hot day. Everything was wet, from the mushroom that was being force fed to me, to his balls that swung with each thrust, to the water that collected down the small of my back and down along my asshole. It wasn't much, but it certainly gave me motivation to keep my back arched, and advertise what I wanted so badly to be taken advantage of.
"You love it when I fuck that pretty little mouth of yours, don't you?" He asked, with huffing breaths inserted throughout?
All I could do was moan, when I could even make noise at all.
"I know you're ready for the rest of my cum that I promised you." His pace quickened. Was he ready to empty a second load in my throat again?
"You'd love that, wouldn't you? Ugh fucking dammit." I was hanging on for dear life, he was having a frenzy pistoning his member between my lips, and I couldn't do anything with my tied hands without losing balance. It was coming.
