Soma's Journey: the Sleeping Snac

The hunger had struck again: the seemingly insatiable desire to taste cock. I had posted an ad for a lunchtime treat and was pleasantly surprised to get a good offer fairly quickly. He was a 50 year old man with a very nice, thick cock, based on the picture he sent me. He also wanted to play a little game: he would leave the side door to his house open for me. I would find him asleep on the sofa and have my way with him. Being a good little game player, and always eager to please my master for the day, I readily agreed. At the agreed on time, I pulled into his driveway and found the side door open for me.

I walked in quietly, went through the kitchen and walked down the stairs to his living room. Sure enough, I found him asleep on his back on the couch, the TV playing quietly. He was dressed in a tee shirt, baggy gym shorts and white socks. As I took off my clothes, I studied him, trying in vain to make out his cock through his shorts. It didn't matter: the thought of what lay beneath them had awakened my hunger, and my submissiveness. Was he truly asleep or only pretending? It didn't matter; he wanted me to seduce him in his sleep and I was eager to please my master for the day.

As I started toward him, I remembered I hadn't locked the side door. However nice it sounds in stories, having a friend or neighbor walk in on serious sexual action is generally not a good thing. So I walked back upstairs and locked the door. My senses were already shifting into overdrive, as I noticed the change under my feet from cool tile to warm carpeting. I smiled to myself, glad that I could appreciate the sensuality of something so simple.

Returning to my master for the day, I knelt beside his waist and softly touched his thigh. He didn't move, so I placed my hand on his shorts and was pleased to feel his cock already starting to grow. It was pointed toward his thigh and, as I licked it through the shorts, I was licking my lips in anticipation.

I couldn't remove his shorts without waking him, so I slid my hand up the leg of his shorts and touched his warm cock. I moved past it and felt his balls and the light hair around them, his cock continuing to grow, until the head peeped out from the leg of his shorts. It was about the same width as his shaft and, as I quickly found out, a perfect fit for my mouth. I ran my tongue around the head, feeling it out and getting to know its textures. As I ran my tongue around the bottom of his cock head, I felt his cock twitch several times. I was encouraged to continue licking the head, paying special attention to the slit and to the sensitive area at the front.

While I was partaking of my appetizer, I felt a hand on my back, rubbing it in circles, and I knew he had awakened and was ready to take charge. "Take off my shorts," he ordered, as he lifted his ass to give me room to do so. I obeyed eagerly, waiting for my first look at his cock up close and personal.

I was prepared for the cock itself; the photo had not lied. It was magnificent: 6" long and thick enough to fill my mouth with room to maneuver my tongue. His balls were of average size, good for sucking. What I wasn't prepared for was his pubic hair: lightly populated and red in color. I felt a twinge of lust: a redhead!

"Suck my balls," he commanded, and I bent down to take one into my mouth. I was getting used to the feel of hair in my mouth and the hair on his ball sac was light enough in texture not to be a distraction. I took it in my mouth and sucked on it gently, letting my tongue caress it. He purred his approval as my hand explored his leg. His skin smelled good and I wanted to stroke his thigh, but was challenged by slight resistance of skin that had been freshly showered. I made a note to see if I could be in the shower with him next time we played. After a couple of minutes of playing with his balls, I heard the words that brought a twitch to my own cock: "Suck my cock."

I licked my way from his ball sac up the front of his shaft, around the shaft/head junction and down the back of his shaft. His sharp intake of breath told me he approved. His cock was very smooth; I could see the blood vessels just below the surface, but could not feel them. After the preliminary survey, I slipped his head back in my mouth and started sucking on it, slowly lowering my mouth down his shaft. I stopped about halfway and started running my tongue over the cock in my mouth in a controlled frenzy of lust. I was determined to coax the precum from him as quickly as possible. I could feel mine starting to drip from my cock.

"That's perfect," he sighed. Encouraged by his words, I settled into a rhythm of taking a little more of him in my mouth, pausing to adjust and letting my tongue continue its dance around his shaft and head. How long I kept this position, I don't know. I was losing myself in him, the just washed scent of his crotch mingling with the smoothness of his cock. I slipped my hands under his tee shirt and moved up to his nipples, which were waiting for me to pinch and twist them. He grunted with pleasure as I stimulated his nipples and his cock at the same time.

At last, he moved to a sitting position on the sofa and had me sit cross legged in front of him. He slid forward and presented his cock for my further enjoyment. I took it gladly, moving my mouth up and down it more urgently, willing the precum to come out and coat my tongue, but none was forthcoming. I sucked and licked more vigorously, and began massaging his balls with my thumbs. His breathing grew shallow as I did that, and I could feel his legs starting to twitch. I relished this moment, knowing that my mouth and hands were satisfying him; I was the Giver of Pleasure, and that knowledge spurred me on.

I continued slowly massaging his balls with my thumbs, until I felt them pull up and away from me. That, his shallow breathing and the increased leg spasms told me he was about to reward me. My thumbs continued their work as my tongue focused on his head and slit, trying to coax out the precum that still had not appeared. I felt something cold on my thigh and realized it was my own precum streaming onto my leg.

In the middle of this, I felt his cock twitch and I felt the warmth on my tongue that could only be his sperm. I sucked even harder, willing it all into my mouth. When, after several spasms, he withdrew his cock from my mouth, I held his gift in my mouth, looked at him and raised my head as I swallowed it very deliberately for him. I took his cock back in my mouth to find any more protein, but he had been drained. I looked at him and sighed contentedly.

"That was amazing. You're an incredible cocksucker."

"Thank you, Sir. I was...inspired."

We talked briefly after that. He was not overly experienced playing with men, but clearly enjoyed what had happened. He mentioned some friends of his who, he thinks, are open minded and may want to join us. If they're anything like him, I certainly hope they do. On the drive back, I reflected on the experience and what I'm learning about myself: I'm an oral slave; no, I'm a cock slave, and a Giver of Pleasure: the more people to whom I can give pleasure, the happier (and hungrier) I am.