Sucking Nick

After Nick filled my mouth for the second time that morning, he got up from the bed, his flaccid cock swinging back and forth, his pubic hairs a matted mess of spit and cum as I lay there, naked, my own cock a raging, throbbing piece of unsatisfied meat.

"I'm gonna' take a shower, Faggot!" Nick said as he walked towards the door of the bedroom. He turned before leaving and looked at me with a disgusted facial expression, "Don't you fucking cum yet," was all he said. Then he was padding down the hall and into the bathroom, where moments later the shower started.

I lay in bed, going over the happenings of the last 90 minutes. I gently stroked my rigid tool as I ran my tongue over my cum smeared lips, tasting his sperm. I was a cocksucker! The thought was both humiliating, degrading and stimulating all at the same time. I kept seeing myself, in a porno loop in my head, sucking Nick's demanding cock, realizing that his verbal abuse turned me on. I wanted more. I wanted more cock, more cum.

I had to stop stroking my dick as I was close to cumming. My balls hurt and I was agitated by the fact that I hadn't been allowed to blow my load yet, but Nick had said not to and I wasn't sure if he would do me harm if I disobeyed him. Just then the bathroom door opened, taking me out of my daydreams.

Nick walked down the hall towards me, showered and clean, his cock thick and swinging. He came into the room, ignoring me. He closed the door and pulled down the shades to darken the room. The shades were blackout cloth - because Nick partied late, he liked to sleep late. It was like midnight.

He sat down in front of his computer, the screen facing away from me. In a few moments I heard the heavy breathing of someone on the screen and immediately knew he was watching porn.

"James," he said gruffly. "Get your cocksucker over here."

I got up and moved over to the computer. He was watching a slutty girl deep throating a big dick. He turned away from his computer, putting his feet up on the end of the bed, so he was still able to see the screen but had given me access to his dick. He pointed at his slowly thickening cock and said, "Start sucking, faggot!"

I stepped in between his legs and knelt on the carpeted floor, bending into his cock in the darkness. His prick lay over his balls, slowly getting fatter as he watched the porno, the light from the screen creating a glowing bluish halo that illuminated his cock.

With my elbows on his thighs I took his dick in my hand, closed my eyes and swallowed his swollen member. He groaned softly, placing a hand on my head and pressing down. "That's it faggot, you know you like it, suck that cock..." And he let out another longer growling moan.

The mushroom head lay fat on my tongue as I worked his shaft deeper and deeper into my mouth. I loved the feel and taste of his cock, the way it started to harden, as if awakening to my wet, sucking, slutty ministrations.

I began moving up and down now, his cock almost completely hard. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, hearing him moan as I did, making me want to please this piece of meat in my mouth even more.

"Fucking cocksucker, who the fuck wants a cock in his mouth?" He growled. "How many cocks you sucked, faggot? Hunh?"

I continued to blow him, ignoring his questions. I grabbed his balls and rolled them around as I sucked, my cheeks pulling in as I did so, my eyes closed in my own world, the sound of the porno playing out.

Suddenly he pulled my head up, his cock plopping loudly from my suctioning lips. I stared at him in the glow of the computer.

"I asked how many cocks you've sucked off?" He was grinning at me meanly, the question meant to humiliate me.

"Just you," I replied honestly.

"Bullshit! No one takes to cocksucking like you have unless you've done it before!" He took his cock and rubbed it all over my face while he spoke.

I stuck my tongue out and licked his hard, fat cock at every chance. "No," I said in a breathy voice, "I've never sucked a cock before this morning."

"Lick my balls," was all he said.

I dived down to his nuts, licking and slobbering all over his big, round, hair covered orbs, moaning and making loud sucking noises as I did, wanting him to forget about all the questions and just let me pleasure his cock and balls. He was leaning back in his chair, the computer to his right, his feet up as I knelt, servicing his manhood.

"Lick under my balls," he hissed, pushing my head down farther as he reached in and lifted his nuts, forcing my mouth to the sensitive skin underneath his fat plums.

I was down low. both of my hands on the floor to support me, his balls literally on my nose and eyes, smearing my spit over my already slick face. I licked and tongued, hearing him moan loudly as he held my head. I snuffled and grunted as I worked, my tongue flicking and lapping the taint and up to his balls, spit running down my chin.

He held my head in position and asked, "You enjoying yourself James? Hunh, faggot? You getting off on licking my nuts and under my balls there?"

I replied in a breathy, sloppy, lip numbed whisper, "yehshthh."

Now he pushed harder on my head, forcing me down. What was he trying to do? I kept moving, licking, sucking and then I realized what he wanted and I was at first surprised and then wantonly excited. He wanted me to lick his asshole?

Now he moved one of his feet off the bed and up to the higher computer table. The other leg he threw over my shoulder while sliding his ass to the edge of the chair.

"Okay faggot, do you want to suck my cock again?" He held my head in position, just above his tight brown hole.

"Yes," came my muffled reply.

"Show me how much you want to suck my cock and swallow my cum, you fucking cocksucking whore!"

And then he shoved my head down the rest of the way. My tongue flicked out to his hole, rubbing and pushing into it as he laughed derisively and groaned at the same time.

"Eat it, you fucking pig!" He growled as he ground his ass into my mouth.

My tongue slashed and pushed up and down his ass, turning my face into a dripping mess that moved up and down the crack of his ass like a greased pig. He was moaning now, forcing my head back and forth, stopping at times when my tongue was right on his asshole, telling me to tongue fuck him.

His ass was soft and clean and I was nearing over excitement, my own cock throbbing and bouncing, even without me touching it, as I continued to ream his ass, giving him pleasure, being his cocksucker.

Suddenly there was a voice in the room...

"Holy fuck, Nick! I don't believe it! You weren't fucking lying!"

I froze, but Nick immediately forced my head up and down again.

"I told you so. This fucking faggot loves cock, loves cum and look... loves eating ass!" He shook my head back and forth on his asshole to make his point.

"Dude, let me see him suck your cock!" The voice was coming from the computer and I suddenly realized I must be on a web cam!

"No problem," Nick answered as he pushed me away, standing up in front of his computer.

I was now out of line of the web cam, which appeared to be under some books next to the computer, hidden away.

"Get over here faggot," Nick demanded.

I just couldn't bring myself to move back into camera range. What had I done? Oh my God...

"I said get over here." His voice dropped menacingly.

I crawled to him, his cock jutting out at me, dancing and throbbing with excitement. I didn't look at the camera, keeping my face pointing at his cock and his balls filled with the hot cum I craved.

Nick grabbed my head by the hair and with a quick movement, slapped my face! "The next time I tell you something, you fucking do it without being asked a second fucking time!"

"Yeah, Nick! You fucking show that cum sucking pig who's the fucking boss!"

Now Nick shoved his meat into my mouth and I just closed my eyes and let him do what he wanted. He fucked my face, sliding his cock in and out as the two of them talked.

"Holy shit, he loves it!"

"Yeah, he really does! This is the third load today he's working on." His cock sluiced in and out, his fat balls, filled with his thick, viscous white cum flopped on my chin with every inward thrust.

"Are you going to make him eat it?"

"Make him? This cocksucker wouldn't have it any other way! Isn't that right, faggot?"

He pulled out of my mouth, awaiting my response. I couldn't bring myself to say it in front of someone else. If I did, it would mean I really was a faggot, cum loving cocksucker. I knelt there in the soft light of the computer, on my knees, inches from Nick's spit soaked matted pubic hair and heaving cock which now had a long strand of pre-cum hanging down, my own face slick with spit.

Then with a sighing sob, acknowledging my surrender, I whispered, "Yes Nick."

"You want some cum?"

"Yes, Nick."

And with that, Nick pushed his cock into my mouth and all the way to his balls, his cock popping into my now well used throat, grinding his hips, forcing every inch into my gaping, dripping maw, his balls crushed between his hips and my mouth, his cock suddenly expanding with the new onslaught of my sloppy, sucking, voracious mouth, my nose pressed wetly into his pubic hair.

"Wow..." hissed the voice from the computer.

Nick threw his head back and let go of my head as I took over, forcing my mouth up and down his prick, feeling every ridge, every vein, every throbbing pulse with my frantically moving tongue.

Both of my hands went to his balls, my thumbs under his sack, my fingers splayed up and around the shaft of his fat cock, slipping and sliding easily in the mess of my own saliva and the pre-cum that I had induced from his demanding pole.

"Yeah, Nick... cum in his mouth, man... I want to see him swallow it..." The voice was a constant now, and I realized whoever was on the other end was jacking his cock. I could imagine that person with his hand wrapped around his hard dick, stroking as he watched me blowing Nick, his own balls filled with delicious cum, waiting to explode just from watching me slut myself for Nicks cum.

Suddenly Nick froze, his back arched and his hands went to my head. I felt his cock engorge as I pictured the angry, dark purple head expanding in my mouth, the piss hole gaping in anticipation of the rush of thick, white sperm, responding to my tongue and soft pink insides of my mouth.

"DO IT NICK!" Came the voice.

"ARGHHHH..." Nick moaned loudly, his breath catching, his stomach pumping in and out as he spasmed.

His cock became larger still, fatter, hard as iron and I moved my head faster yet, trying to give him more pleasure, to make his orgasm more intense, to feed me his thick cum over and over.

"I"M CUMMING...." Nick's voice was a guttural, raspy hum as he held on to my head for stability.

I continued my ministrations, my head flying up and down, my lips, bruised and puffy from the mornings abuse, felt fat and soft and stretched tight around Nick's creaming cock.

"Oh... Oh... Oh..."

"Swallow it you fucking faggot!" Came the voice over the computer.

Then Nick froze completely.

His cock engorged firmer yet and then exhaled and suddenly my mouth was swimming in the thick, globby cum that was rushing up the shaft of his cock from his balls.

Nick was letting out little squeaks and quick breaths as his orgasm overtook him.

My own mouth suctioned harder, my tongue tasting and feeling his cum washing across the insides of my mouth and along the slippery shaft of his prick as it expanded and exhaled, expanded and exhaled, unleashing a torrent of impossibly thick, white ropes of cum into my faggot mouth.

In my excitement I grabbed his hips and facefucked myself on his throbbing prong. I could feel his cum tube pulse and pump more bitter, salty cum into my submissively awaiting mouth. My own cock jumped and twitched as I went on emotional tilt, sucking his cock like a cum fiend, letting him blow his thick, hot load onto my tongue, over and over.

"Oh, look, he's fucking eating your cum, Nick! Fuck, he likes it!" And then I heard, "ooh...ooh...oh...oh...oh," as the computer voice started his own orgasm, stroking his cock, his breath short, his voice bumpy from his own hand bouncing up and down and I wondered what his cock looked like, how much cum he could give me.

Nick's dick pumped 7 or 8 strong shots of cum, choking me, making it hard to swallow, but swallow I did as I moaned loudly, wetly, forcing his dick in and out, long strands of cum and saliva hanging off my lips and chin. And when Nick was done, I continued to suck his cock, massage his balls and squeeze his dick for every last drop of sperm.

Soon he pushed me away and I settled back on my haunches, suddenly realizing not only what I had done in front of a camera, but what I had become.

"You want more cum, faggot?" Nick asked breathlessly as he sat down in front of the computer.

With my head down in the darkness, my face covered with slime, saliva and cum, some dripping down from my chin onto my engorged cock, I replied softly, "Yes."

"Billy, you there?"

"Yeah, man. That was unbelievable!"

"Get the guys together," Nick said. "I think we're going to have a little get together this afternoon