My story continues. As always I thank everyone who has read, voted, commented, followed or added as a favourite. This chapter contains some thoughts and concerns regarding my mother. I don't class them as incestuous, but I included them more because I felt they needed to be said. There is a reference to incestuous fantasies, but only as a point of discussion, nothing more. I hope you understand.
I had no idea what Phillip meant by next level, but I knew I was willing. He always had a way of knowing when the time was right to push me. He always had a way of making me feel safe and wanted, yet vulnerable at the same time. Of everyone I had met and played with so far, Phillip was the one who excited me most.
Yes, coach was better looking and had such a big beautiful cock. Yes, Lewis was good looking, young, I had loved sucking him off and he was my best friend. Even Cecil was slightly more attractive and his cock was thicker. But they didn't have the effect on me that Phillip had. They didn't know how to turn me on the way Phillip could. The connection I felt with him was much deeper.
In that moment, kneeling on that chair with his erection bobbing in front of my face and my cheeks upturned and naturally spread, I could almost say I loved him. Not like loving a girl or the way I loved Lewis as my friend, but I loved him sexually. I loved his cock. I loved the way he made me feel. I loved the way he knew what turned me on and I loved the fact he wanted me.
With him I felt free.
He rested his belt along my spine. The leather was warm from his body heat and it sent a tingle through my body. My precum was dripping in a steady flow and I could feel the air touching my exposed anus.
"You've become a slut David," he said softly. "I should have known it would happen by the way you sucked my prick that first time."
I stared at his erection. I watched it throb lazily. I watched the thick glob of precum fall from the tip in a long string, replaced quickly by another as it oozed forward from the slit of his glans.
"And a slut like you needs cock David," he continued. "I'm responsible, so it's down to me to make sure you get what you need."
My drifting mind began to bathe in his words as I watched his erection and felt his belt slowly, very slowly, begin to drag along my skin towards my head.
"You're young David," he said. "This is all new and exciting for you, but I want you to promise me that you'll stop putting yourself in danger."
The belt continued its slow progress along my spine. The scent of his genitals filled my nostrils. My own erection pulsed, almost painfully.
"I promise Mr Chambers," I said. I believed my words too. I knew he was right about the danger I'd put myself in with Cecil and my visits to the pool. I also knew that if he couldn't fulfill my need for exposure and oral, I would fail to keep my promise. Right at that moment, looking at his thick stiff erection, I knew I was addicted. I wanted his cock in my mouth so badly.
"You need someone to take control of you David," he told me. "If only to keep you safe."
His words struck me. Safety and control. Yes, it seemed like the answer. I was always turned on the most when I felt he was controlling me. I felt similarly with Cecil too. He had exerted control over me. Even coach and Lewis had to a lesser extent. My head was spinning.
"So along with my flat being a no clothes zone," he continued. "You'll now address me as Mr Chambers at all times David."
Oh fuck. I immediately knew what that meant. Yes, I knew it and I wanted it. My erection was out of control. My balls hurt with the need to ejaculate. The tip of his cock grazed my lips, leaving a string of his precum to lick clean. The taste of him so good.
"Is that acceptable to you David?" he asked.
"Yes Mr Chambers," I said, nodding.
That was the moment I truly handed control to him. He knew it and so did I. At that moment I became HIS cockslut and it felt right.
His cock jerked. I opened my mouth and leaned forward to try and take it in. A short but hard swipe of his belt on my left buttock stopped me.
"Not yet David," he said firmly. "You'll take my cock when you're told to," he added, along with another hard stroke of his belt in my right cheek.
The belting continued to each cheek. Perfectly placed, as he told me what a dirty slut I'd been. Berating me for showing myself off to Cecil at the pool. Humiliating me with his words as he reminded me that I'd let a 71 year old man tongue fuck my 18 year old tight arsehole.
The pain in my cheeks was real. It hurt. Tears fell from my eyes, but my erection seemed to get even stronger. The precum flowed continuously, spurred on with each stroke of his belt. I had drifted into my trance. The pain in my buttocks had turned to pure pleasure. I vaguely remember thinking how much I'd missed it. The feel of his belt. The tears gave way to moans of pleasure as I desperately tried not to ejaculate.
Fuck! I LOVED this so much. I could feel the heat of my cheeks radiating through my whole body as his belt continued it's wonderful assault. His voice and words were background noise.
"He's old enough to be your grandfather," he continued. "And you let him fuck your mouth like a dirty cocksucking slut."
Jesus! My balls were hurting with the need to cum. My body quivered and shook so hard I had to grip the back of the chair to stop myself from collapsing.
"You were going to let him fuck you, weren't you," I heard him say. It was true. I would have let him. I know I would have.
"Well not before me you slut," he said. "That arsehole is mine before it's anyone else's." His voice controlled. Firm. No aggression, but no choice either.
His thick erection, oozing precum and swinging front of me was almost hypnotic. The scent seemed even stronger. I could actually taste it.
