Chapter 2

Next to actual pictures, imagining a naked woman, especially mine, would be the most certain way to cum.

Ignoring him I knelt there jerking my meat and getting more and more into it, faster and more urgently I yanked on my hard cock. Then I made a mistake: for whatever reason, I pictured Sandy falling down on Steve’s thick cock. The wide pole split her cunt lips, causing the pretend Sandy to moan uncontrollably as she drove it deeper into her being.

I visualized the exact juncture where his cock pushed her labia apart. I saw her nether lips stretching and pushing and pulling in and out as the muscles in her tight thighs lifted her up and dropped her down on it.

Next, I felt the back of Steve’s calves wrap around my back, pulling me in. He didn’t know that he was bringing me closer to her impaled pussy. But when my lips again touched his soft dewy penis he encouraged me, “I can do it twice with your service, buddy. Suck it and it’ll come to life just for you. Suck it real hard and passionately and I’ll cum again for you.”

My imagination took control. I pulled the cunt-slicked cock into my mouth. Slurping off Sandy’s syrupy pussy secretions I couldn’t get enough. “That’s right, Davey. Suck it real hard like that and I’ll feed you a second treat.” And he was right, it grew rock hard and ready again.

So I sucked real hard. I went as deep as I could. I heard myself moaning as I tickled the back of my throat with the tip of his dick.

Abusing my desperate penis with wild abandon I didn’t expect it when Steve beat me to the punch and started filling my mouth yet again with his dick liquid. He had cum twice before I’d even cum once and it was still a larger load than my average. I coughed a little yet still enjoyed feeling it fill me.

I didn’t pull off. I didn’t stop pulling my pud. I was a moment away and I just knew that holding his spunk and shrinking cock in my mouth would help.

I suckled and nursed on that shrinking penis, swishing his spoo around and really experiencing all the flavors and textures.

In contrast to the reality, the fictional Sandy had lifted herself off his spent dick reluctantly. Her pussy was drenched as she now watched me clean the spunk off his scummy cock.

Bringing her face close to mine, she whispered harshly in my ear, “You’re just a faggot.” Truly, it was the last thing I would want her to say. From what deep well did that debased thought spring forth?

Then I filled my cupped hand with a huge puddle of my own white ejaculate, being careful not to get any on the bearskin rug. And it was the strongest orgasm of my life. I was left reeling, the possessor of two cumloads as Steve headed out to the car, “I’m glad I made you cum.”

We didn’t start fucking like bunnies after that. In fact, the next time anything happened was when Steve got divorced. He was getting himself on his feet by staying on our spare couch for a few days.

On the first Friday night I told Sandy not to wait up for me. I was gonna spend some time with Steve to cheer him up. It wasn’t my plan for anything to happen with Sandy right upstairs.

We flipped through the channels on cable while he complained about Sheryl. Then we got drunk. Then we fell asleep in the basement living room.

When I awoke in the wee hours Steve was straddling my chest, “Did you cum, Davey?”

I hadn’t even known we were repeating old times. Based on the taste of cum in my mouth I griped, “No, but I guess you did.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll help you out.” He reached back, fondling my dick and bringing it to a fuller erection. His hand felt good, real good. The next thing I knew he let go and stuffed his withered penis back in my cum soaked mouth.

I remembered sucking him off long ago and wanted to do it again. I’d even had a dream or two about it during the waiting time.

But now, I sucked hard and passionately the way he liked it. I beat my cock with rapid urgent strokes pretending that it was Sandy’s hand on my dick instead of mine. I had not had a handjob from her in ages. Neither had I had a BJ. Just boring missionary once a week or so.

When my figmental wife admitted, “I just love seeing you with a fat chub in your mouth.” I lost it. Hot cum flew everywhere feverishly.

I had cum very quickly this time, but not before Steve filled me yet again.

The next night he and I were watching nothing special on TV. Then suddenly Steve was standing in front of me jabbing his hard cock at my mouth. “I want to help you out, Davey.” I agreed that he really would be helping me out since sucking his turgid cock was the most exciting thing in my sex life. Mostly, it was the thrill of the story I told myself about Sandy’s participation. All I really wanted was for her to show some passion and if being a cocksucker was what it took then my subconscious was more than willing to make it happen.

I opened wide letting him in as I belatedly unzipped to free my already straining dick. Jerking my pud with his masculine organ on my tongue had become my greatest adventure.

He grabbed my head roughly, fucking my mouth wildly and aggressively. It only fed my fantasy: Sandy sneered, “You’re a pathetic cum-slut. Letting the man with the bigger cock use you for a cum bucket. Worse yet, you get off on it. Why would you want to do such a dirty and degrading act?”

In the real world Steve was yanking me back and forth. The couch springs creaked. My throat made obscene noises and my balls slapped resoundingly on the vinyl on which I sat. And then with convulsions and involuntary spasms I dropped a few big splats on the concrete floor.

For the first time I’d cum first but then without my lust-filled dick to drive my thoughts, sucking a cock became tedious. Luckily Steve was fast as always. In another first, he throated me, spurting unseen, untasted, goo. But I felt the cum throbs distinctly, knowing fully that he was leaving jets of gooey spoo deep in my stomach.

Panting, he asked, “Did you cum.” I had only to glance at the pooling cream on the concrete to answer.

Sunday came and I found myself willingly descending the stairs. Sheepishly I announced, “I’m back for more.” I wasn’t afraid of rejection, only judgement.

He just smiled enormously, and stood unceremoniously.

Urgently unbuckling my belt and tugging my underwear under my balls I knelt on the rug to receive his big pole. This time with a slow steady rhthym Steve fucked my face in long full pumps. In and out, while I jerked just as slowly. If he was going to make it last, so was I. I didn’t enjoy it when I came first.

My buddy wrapped his hands behind my head, interlocking his fingers. He took me to far away places, “I’m so glad we have this arrangement. You’re really helping me out of a slump. In fact, you’ve helped me so much all these years. I really owe you.” His predictable facefucking continued.

“How can I make it better for you? So you cum?”

I pulled off, both to answer and to catch a breath, “Talk about Sandy.”

He had a vivid imagination, “She’s got the best pert strawberry-tipped boobies. I think about her often. Pushing her down and plowing her from behind over the back of that green couch upstairs…”

I pushed on his thighs, so he had to let me decouple for a second, “No, make her bossy.”

He barely paused, “Then she turns herself over, “Give me your cock, Steve! Cum in my pussy.”

“No, make her boss me around.”

“She says, ‘Keep kneeling there, honey. Suck your friend and make his cock hard so I can ride him in our bed.’ “. She’s never ridden me as I’m always on top, so that visual image was overpowering. I moaned to show my appreciation.

“When he’s done ravishing my married pussy it’ll be your turn to make it right. He’ll fill me with so much cum you’d think he hasn’t had pussy in years. Then you’ll crawl over to soothe my battered pussy with loving kisses.”

Pulling my submissive cuckold head he knew just how to play this game and just which words would excite me. He battered my face just like he said he had done my wife’s cunt.

I jerked fast knowing my orgasm was moments away, but not so fast that I would shoot before Steve.

“Oh, I’m fuckin’ you Dave. Just like we’ve done for years. Only now we get to do it nightly.” Stopping with his thick beast buried all the way his nuts telegraphed what was to come. I wanted to time my orgasm with his so I sped up.

“If anyone could see this they wouldn’t know you’ve only done this a few times.” He was silent for ten or fifteen journeys down my throat before he started up again.

“Yes, you’re the best cocksucker I’ve ever had in all these years. I’m close. I’m gonna feed you a ton of gunk. Jerk your cock to show me how much it turns you on and I’ll reward you.” I so wanted him to add more to the story about Sandy.

He started dancing wildly in my mouth. Leaving slick cum in all the deep recesses before pulling back to aim the last large spurts on my lips, cheeks, and eyes. In my mind Sandy watched it all, just waiting to tell me how much she loved me being a cocksucker.

I humped the air just as wildly as Steve had humped my face, spewing cum all over the floor. It was this moment Steve chose to finish the speech. With ragged breaths calming quickly he added, “I should have gotten divorced sooner so we could enjoy each other all the more.”

I heard Sandy’s voice in my ears, “You sick perverted man-child. A divorce is exactly what you can expect.”

Only it wasn’t in my mind. She was really there and she did not tell me in the remotest that she wanted me to be a cocksucker.

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