Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2017 16:57:19 +0000 (UTC) From: Rodney Hartfield Subject: Yours...For Tonight, Pt. 1 Disclaimer: This is a story of fiction and contains explicit sexual acts between men. If it is illegal to read such material where you live, if you are under age, or if such topics offend you, please leave this site. Copyright 2017, J Rodney Hartfield, all rights reserved. Please do not copy without permission of the author. This is my first post to Nifty (but I hope not the last). If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, please consider making a donation to Nifty Archives. *** YOURS...FOR TONIGHT ... Chapter 1 My gaze carries me up between your legs, past your six-pack abs and bulging pecs to your eyes glaring down at me as you lean against the headboard. With just a bit of a smirk, you growl, "What are you waiting for?" "Only your command." I pull myself forward, my bare ass on full view. I lick the insides of each thigh, kissing and nipping as I go. You slap me on the back of the head when one bite is too aggressive. I am rewarded with a soft moan as the tip of my pointed tongue circles the tight pucker of your hole. However, that promised-land must wait, for there are more pressing demands that first must be met. A shudder pulses through your body when my tongue traverses the tender skin below your balls. Your over-sized globes are before me. As instructed, I am careful to keep my hands to my side, forcing my mouth and lips and tongue to do the work. I lick your ball-sac, coating it with ample spittle. A soft blow of breath brings another shudder. I suck one precious sphere and then the other, cleaning them as a mother cat would her kitten, the soft, velvety texture of the newly shaved skin caressing my tongue. "Take them. Take them both in your mouth at once." I look at their size and then up to you. "But they're huge. There's no way." "I said take them. I've seen that mouth of yours take many a big cock. Just do it!" As an after-thought you add, "And if you graze me with a tooth, you'll suffer the consequences." The first orb is not a problem. I suck it until it is well lubricated with my spit. I let it go and reach for the other. "I said both of them," you hiss. "Hey, don't be a prick. I'll get there. Just lay back and enjoy the ride." I reply. Shit! I should have known better. Your strong legs clamp me into a head lock. I am suffocated from the force of my face into your crotch. You raise up on one hand. Slap! Your open palm smacks my right butt cheek. Slap! Then the left. The sting resonates through my body. Again and again...six tortuous strokes to each cheek. My screams are muffled by your balls. I gasp for breath as you relax your legs. The fire from my abused ass courses through my being, settling in my throbbing cock. "Prick! You dare call me a prick?" he growls. "We'll see who gives who a fucking ride, you measly cock-sucker." I stifle a smile. I look up at him. "Thank you, sir," I say. The pain/pleasure is a reward far more than I could have asked. With renewed urgency, I begin working on the other orb. The texture is like creamy custard to my senses. I suck it into my waiting mouth, engulfing it into the hot slimy depths, working it with my tongue, hoping to somehow reduce its size. You chuckle as I stretch my jaws, struggling to squeeze the second jewel beside the first. By some miracle, it slips inside. My lips and tongue caress them as we both moan with pleasure. I look up to get your approval before letting them plop from my mouth. I caress each one again with my tongue before following the veins along the underside of your cock to the bulbous head. I retrace the route from your ass, over your balls to your piss slit, tongue-fucking it while I wrap my lips over the edge of the hood. "Suck it, baby. Suck it hard. Swallow it to the hilt until my pubes tickle your nose." You and I both know I can and will. I've done it many times before, but your size is always a challenge, even for my trained, open throat. I begin to work my way down the shaft, inch by inch. I am rewarded with a moan as I caress those velvety orbs below, rubbing and pulling them down, only to let them bounce back. I hesitate as your head reaches the back of my throat. You push on the top of my head. "Swallow it, I said." I take a deep breath and open my throat to let the monster pass. I fight the urge to gag. You push down, forcing your shaft deep into my throat, my nose smothered in your pubic hair. Just as I begin to feel light headed from the lack of oxygen, you pull back. I gasp for breath before the next onslaught. Slowly you fuck my mouth and throat, then pick up speed as I work your balls. I long to taste your nectar, to have your man-juice fill my gullet. But I have other plans. I push your hand from the back of my head and pull off. You start to protest, but I stare you down. I lick the saliva from your dick and balls down to that puckered orifice. Your musky scent drives a surge of desire through my loins. As lightly as possible, I tease you, circling the area around your hole with the tip of my tongue, then just grazing the center. You tremble and moan. With more intensity I work it, licking and biting, eating at that glorious opening, my beard and mustache grinding the tender skin. You gasp as the tip of my tongue works past the outer restraints. You moan as I delve further and further into the depths of your cavity. You tremble as you clench my tongue with your inner muscles. My tongue works deeper and deeper, circling and massaging the sensitive folds within. I know I have you where I want you, but not what you think. Not tonight. You jerk as I suddenly pull away. I climb up between your legs until I am on top of you. I stare down at you. "Fuck me. I want you to fuck me long and hard. I want you to use me. I want you to abuse me. I want you to own me. I'm yours...for tonight." You roll me off of you and straddle my chest, locking my wrists above my head in your steel grip. The look in your eyes both scares me and excites me. I try not show any fear, even though I am fully aware of what is coming. You snarl. "Are you sure you want this?" Through gritted teeth I answer, "For tonight...I'm yours." *** If you have enjoyed my story and would like to read more...or would like to comment, contact me at RodneyHartfield69@yahoo.com .