by Keith Hernandez
I lay in bed that night, unable to sleep. Gina was sleeping next to me, probably disappointed that we didn't make love. I was so horny when I got back to my place but Gina wasn't going to be home yet for hours and I couldn't resist. I wanted to save up my sexual energy for her but I broke down and jacked off instead.
Worst of all, it was Scott that I was thinking of as I rocketed to orgasm. His big hard cock, his nuts, how it felt to have his hardness in my mouth, sucking and sucking and hearing him moan and then that warm jet of sperm. I pumped my small penis and came to the images in my head, quickly feeling ashamed.
Afterwords I went to Gina's and we watched TV and went to bed with a kiss, my lips touching hers, my lips that had only a little while before had been wrapped around Big Scott's penis. After I jacked off I told myself I would end things with Scott even if it meant moving far away.
But by that night I was starting to crumble again, thinking about his body and knowing that if he wanted me, I would give in. He turned me out a couple years ago and made me gay, yes. But I was able to rebuild my male ego to the point where I was almost straight again. Almost. I had moments of weakness and I would be lying if I said I didn't think about Scott once in a while. I even had fantasies where Gina would use a strap-on and dominate me. I wondered if she would be into that. Probably not. And I was too scared to ask.
I laid there and thought about what I would do when the next text came, from Scott, telling me where to meet him. Who was I kidding? He would get me to service him.
Swallowing my pride
I didn't have to wait long. The next day Scott buzzed me and told me to meet him at his hotel again. When I got there the pillow was on the floor. I knew it was my place; it was for me and in a few moments I was kneeling there, obediently waiting for him to stand over me.
When he came over I didn't say anything, I just unsnapped his jeans and took out his cock.
My God it's huge
. I stroked it lovingly with both hands and then looking sheepishly up at him, I started to suck on the head.
It's warm smoothness filled my mouth and my own dick ached. I had been hard on the drive over thinking about getting on my knees like a girl. Now here I was, on my knees giving head once again.
Scott cupped the back of my neck and pulled me down deeper, causing me to gag. He pulled out and took off his jeans then stood and spread his legs. This lowered him to my level a bit and gave me more access to his balls. I sucked on his testicles and pulled them away, stretching them until they slipped from my sucking lips with a pop.
Scott liked that, groaning and saying, "Nice...a good bitch doesn't forget about my nuts. Get in there girl. Get in deep."
I looked up at him and his command over me was all over his face, his eyes meeting my mine and a smirk creeping across his lips. "You love my big cock, don't you?"
I could only moan and inwardly cringe from the truth. "You're going to suck my cock and I'm going to come in your mouth and you're going to swallow every drop, aren't you? Say it..."
"No..." I shook my head a little with my lips around his balls. I knew I was going to do everything he said but I couldn't admit it.
His took his hard dick in his hand and pulled my chin up from his nuts. I opened and expected him to shove it in but he didn't. He held it just outside of reach while I held my mouth open and my tongue out.
"Say it," he said, looking me right in the eye.
"Ok...I'm going to suck you off."
"No, say exactly what I say...I'm going to suck your big cock."
I looked down and swallowed my pride, "I'm going to...suck your big cock."
"You can come in my mouth."
"You can come in...my mouth," I said, my voice getting softer as I surrendered.
At that he let me have it, and I sucked hard, squeezing his balls and stroking, embarrassed that I had to say what he told me.
Maybe Scott was annoyed with me, maybe he just wanted to establish dominance, but for the next minute or two it got rough. He stretched my cheek out a couple times until I thought it would rip, and he kept pushing hard against my throat. He was fully erect and from that angle it just kept gagging me and making me choke, tears filling my eyes as I gasped and tried to keep up with his huge alpha pecker.
Finally he pulled me up and pushed me onto the bed, positioning me for a deep, throat-fucking session. I hated when he did that to me, and I used to always try and avoid it. It was a little scary, but I didn't fight him or protest this time. I knew what he wanted and I knew I had to do it.
Scott leaned over me and slid his enormous cock into my mouth and down my throat. I lay with my head hanging over the bed and his thick penis buried in my windpipe up to his pubes. I tried not to panic and tried to believe that he wouldn't suffocate me but it was difficult under any circumstances and I was definitely out of practice.
My chest spasmed and my eyes bulged and I gripped his thighs and squeezed, hoping he would pull out. He did, but only for a moment, pushing back in firmly with a long groan. Finally he withdrew again and I twisted around and I clawed for breath, breathing in deeply while I had a second.
He didn't let me off the hook. He took my head in his hands and wobbled his meat-stick until he found my mouth again, sliding in all the way and then pumping in and out. It was killing me but I fought against the panic and tried to take it as best I could. This went on for another couple of minutes and I was almost drowning in my phlegm and tears and snot but Scott was unrelenting, using my mouth and throat like a pussy until he was ready to come.
