Date: Sat, 09 Aug 2003 04:07:51 +0000 From: victoria boy Subject: Steps to Sucking Cock, Part 3 Steps to Sucking Cock by victoria_boy@hotmail.com comments & gifts (yeah right) welcome M/m/M+, dorms, oral, mild domination, one way sex. Part 3 ~~~~ I didn't really see Brad again until the following evening before dinner. Our morning schedules did not match, and I ran into him as I was getting my things together to go for dinner. He asked me to wait and go with him in about half an hour and I agreed. I asked Brad what he was up to between now and then, and he said he was actually hoping to blow a load. I looked up at him and he had a big grin on his face. I grinned and shook my head in disbelief. He gestured to the sofa and without objection I took my place. Before I was seated he had started removing his pants and shirt, and I leaned off the chair to remove my shirt as well. Brad mounted the chair, and made no motion to begin pleasuring himself, so I reached up and started working his cock for him. Things were moving rapidly this time, and he did not want the process to be drawn out. He wanted to cum, bad. "Wait," he said--the first word spoken since he told me he was hoping to blow a load. He quickly got off the sofa and grabbed one of my towels from my shelf. As he hurried to his spot reached for his dick again. As I stroked, Brad pulled me forward off the back of the chair, and leaned over me to place the towel behind my head covering the sofa. "If I have a few shots miss I don't want to leave a stain again." It seemed perfectly logical. I continued my stroking, and Brad resumed his moaning. From the time he finished with the towel to the time I could tell he was going to cum was less than two minutes. I had his dick pointed straight away from his body again, but was not looking at it when he started to cum. Instead, I leaned my head back so I could look at his body and face. Brad's abs gave away the imminent orgasm, and his face showed how much pleasure he was subjected to. Because I was looking up, is cum hit me at much more of an angle. I could see the first shot blast in my line of sight, hit me on the forehead, and the rest fall in a string reaching down to my chin. Five good shots and a few week splashes later I was again covered. I reached up to wipe one shot of cum off my closed eyelids before I could open them to see Brad looking down at me. "Looks like we didn't need the towel after all," he said as I cleaned his cock off. "I didn't miss a single shot. I couldn't say anything back to Brad as I would have had to part my cum-covered lips. That was ok--I couldn't think of anything to say. Brad got off the chair and started getting ready. I opened my own pants to jerk off and could not have lasted more than a minute. The smell of his sex was too much stimulation. "Wow, the more cum I shoot on your face, the bigger the load you blow." ~~~~ I don't know why I let things continue with Brad. Partly I think it was because I thought that if I kept jerking him off, he wouldn't tell anyone I had jerked him off. I know this was kind of messed up, but it made sense at the time. Things stayed as I described them for the rest of that week. Brad had shot about 8 loads on me, and I had pleasured him six times that first week in my first week on the job. I would always jerk off after he was done with his load on my face and the smell of sex in the air. Near as I could tell, Brad was not masturbating anymore, and I was taking care of all his orgasms. Brad told me he had e-mailed his best friend from High School, and was telling him he was getting some great hand jobs. His friend, Sam, asked who was doing the deed but Brad said he wasn't going to tell. We had developed sort of a routine for the task, and when I was in my PJ bottoms with no shirt on he started calling it my "hand-job uniform." Aside from a little teasing, Brad was a great friend. We got along well, and he enjoyed the time with me even if I wasn't jerking him off. At the end of the week, Brad was again seeking my services, but somehow he ended up straddling the chair before I got my shirt off. As he was getting close, I mentioned I should take my shirt off and we should get the towel for the chair. He convinced me he would be able to get it all on my face if I held the head against my skin when he shot. Brad's cock head was covered in pre-cum. When he told me he was close, I leaned a little forward and felt the slickness of his wet cock head slip around my cheek. I was jerking him hard to finish him. I banged my arm and lost my rhythm, and could tell I was going to have to pause to take another run at it. As I slowed, Brad suggested I try and squeeze some more pre-cum out. The extra pre-cum kept his cock head slipping around my cheek as I again worked Brad's cock. I could tell he was enjoying the extra stimulation to his cock head, and noticed he was talking a little more than usual. "Oh, that's good... Work it... Oh yeah. Make me cum. Fuck. This is going to be a big load... ar... you ready?" He looked down at me. His eyes showed ecstasy, and mine showed a little fear. "eAaaAahhhhHHHhhhh...h...h..." The shots were hard and splattered hard on my face. With my cheek I could feel his dick head pulse out his cum, then relax. I knew he didn't want any of his cum to touch him, so I had started his orgasm higher up on my face, and drew it down further toward my chin with each consecutive shot. The final shot and drool was on my chin, but true to his word Brad had kept every drop on my face. I found a dilemma after Brad had left me in the chair: I was so ready to masturbate, but still had my shirt on with no way of removing it without loosing his load. I ended up pulling my pants off and jerking madly. I had to hold my head still in the backward position to make sure his cum didn't start running off. When I was ready for my own load, I sat upright, still looking straight at the ceiling, and blew my load downward over my legs. Brad's laugh caught me off guard. I guess I had just assumed he left for a shower, but he had watched me sit there and masturbate like that with his load on my face. Still holding my head up to face the ceiling, I moved my eyes around to see him standing by the dresser. The cum that would run off my face and the cum that would run off my legs kept me from moving. Holding the rest of my body still I reached around until I found a towel to clean myself off. ~~~~ There was no denying that I enjoyed jerking Brad off. Thank god Brad had not made me deny it. He just treated me like a normal friend--a good friend at that. The first weekend since I had started jerking Brad off, he had to do a lot of studying for an exam on Tuesday, and was at the Library to get some work done. Between morning sessions, trips home and other treats I made Brad cum 7 times. Each time Brad blew a big load on my face, and left me to masturbate. The third time that Saturday, I could tell Brad was getting a little tired, and wanted some extra stimulation. While I was stroking his cock, Brad would lean forward a little, tickling his balls and scrotum on my face. He then started running his fingers across my face, pausing at my lips and playing with them. Again with his balls over my lips, followed by his fingers and all while I still firmly stroked his cock for him. As Brad's fingers played with my lips, he would pull and push them so they moved ever so slightly apart, then let them go back to their resting position. Quickly he got so that my lips would be moved apart, and he would move his balls over my lips as they moved back to the resting position. He then started to leave a finger under his balls resting on my lips, and would move my lips around to tickle his balls. Eventually the motion became so regular that I realized I was moving my lips still and Brad had no longer needed his fingers to stimulate the motion. As soon as I realized Brad's finger was gone I stopped moving my lips, and momentarily slowed then stopped stroking his cock. He quickly replaced his finger and my jerking him resumed, followed by the movement of my lips. We played a game where he would start the motion, remove his finger, and see how long I would keep moving my lips on my own. At first I only kept moving for a second, then it ended up I was going for a few seconds at a time, until it ended up he would replace his finger on my lips before I had stopped moving them. At this point he started parting my lips a little more, until I could feel the wetness of my saliva come off the inside of my lips onto his scrotum. He was enjoying the feeling, and my jerking continued until he blew a load straight up, the cum splashing down over my eyes, forehead, and hair.