Date: Sat, 6 May 2017 12:15:12 +0100 From: Jake Summers Subject: Swallowing Steve's Spunk (Encounters) [Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarities between actual events and the events in this story or the characters in this story are purely coincidental. This story involves descriptions of unsafe sexual acts between men for the purpose of erotic fantasy and is not intended to condone such acts. If you are underage or homoerotic material is otherwise illegal in your area, please do not continue. The author retains copyright; do not duplicate or use this story in any way without the author's explicit written consent. Comments and suggestions are welcomed by the author at jakeonhisknees@gmail.com.] ============================================================================= Swallowing Steve's Spunk I am naked and on my knees next to the bed when I hear the front door close and he comes into my bedroom. He's tall, slim, handsome, late 30s, with trendy blond hair. I've noted before that facially he bears a slight resemblance to a younger, more attractive version of one of my dad's brothers. Strange that that should be such a turn-on, but there you go. 'Alright?' he breathes. I don't respond. He's wearing a dark blue Adidas gilet over a grey jumper, and tight blue jeans. His face is as always guarded, a little wary, but the fact that he's now standing in front of me and I'm on my knees relaxes him; he remembers that he's the boss. He steps close enough to me that his groin is centimetres from my face. I lean forward and press my nose and mouth into the fabric. It doesn't give - it's firm and really warm. He's hard in there already. I breathe in deeply, and I hear him do so at almost the same time. I can smell that `outside' smell on his jeans. I inhale this deeply a couple of times. Looking up at him I undo the button on his jeans and pull down the zip. As I tug his jeans down over his firm arse to his mid-thigh, exposing his tight black boxers, he questions me. 'How many loads have you had today already?' 'Two,' I reply. 'Good,' he says. 'Tell me about their cocks.' I lean forward and press my nose into his fat bulge. 'The first one was a bit smaller than mine, but thick. Long foreskin. Smallish balls. He got hard really quickly. Didn't take long for him to shoot.' 'Big load?' 'Not really.' 'OK. What about the other one?' I am breathing deeply through his boxers with his shaft pushing against my cheek, my nose where his pubes are. I can smell the scent of him; he always smells quite clean, but today I can smell a faint tang of fresh sweat. Nice. I can feel my temples throbbing. I take his heavy balls in one of my hands through the fabric and massage them slowly. He moans softly. 'He was bigger. Not as big as you. As long, but thinner. Nice foreskin on him. Big balls, like yours.' 'Mmm. He shoot a lot?' 'Yeah, pretty big,' I murmur against his balls. 'Swallowed it all.' I think for a moment, add, 'There was loads.' He doesn't say anything else. He moves slightly away from me. 'Take it out. Slowly.' I slide my fingertips into his waistband and start to slide his boxers down. His pubes appear, short and fair. Then, the end of his shaft where it meets his body. He stops me, and pushes his groin towards me. I press my nose against his skin and breathe deeply. I can smell soap, light sweat, and that sweet, dark, male musky smell. I tug his boxers down slowly, exposing more and more of his thick shaft, until the head pops free and his cock comes level with my face. I pull the boxers down enough to expose his big, slightly furry balls. His cock is at least eight inches long, and thicker than average. He is fully hard, curving slightly upwards, and his foreskin covers about two thirds of his bell end. To my mind it's basically the perfect cock. 'Suck it. Slowly.' I lean forward and take the head of his cock into my mouth. I can feel the weight of it on my tongue. He edges his hips forward and as he does so the friction causes his foreskin to roll back over his glans, exposing the smooth, sensitive head to the inside of my mouth. My mouth fills with the salty, warm taste of his cock head. He hisses softly in pleasure at this, and rocks his hips back and forth, making his foreskin roll over and back on my tongue a few times. He slides his cock deeper into my mouth, further, further, until with a little difficulty he slides into my throat. The feeling is so horny; as he slides in I can actually feel the girth of him stretching my throat slightly. He groans low in his throat, and puts his hands on the back of my head. He hasn't done that before, but it's making my own dick ooze onto the carpet. He thrusts, slow and shallow, and I can feel him sliding in and out of my throat. My eyes water, and I get the urge to gag, but somehow I manage to suppress it. He moves his cock back so it's not so deep and takes his hands off my head. I start to suck him, bobbing my head, feeling his blunt knob nudge the back of my throat each time I take him more deeply. His foreskin is rolling back and forth with the motions of my mouth, and he's groaning at the sensation. After a few moments of slow sucking, he removes his cock from my mouth and grips it between thumb and forefinger, at the base. 'Open your mouth.' Obediently, I do. He slides his fingers from the base of his shaft towards the head, milking the thick tube in the underside of his dick, and I watch as his slit opens slightly and a large, viscous drop of precum forms at the tip. I'm immediately at it, licking it with the whole length of my tongue to taste it. It's very sweet, with a little saltiness. I swallow it at length and he throbs in front of me - he loves that I love his precum. He takes control. He slides his cock past my lips and deep into my mouth, nudging into my throat. I gag with a soft retching noise, and he pulls back. 'Take some poppers.' I grab the little bottle from the bed, open it and slowly take a deep hit, my eyes locked with his the entire time, as he slowly wanks his cock. I close the bottle, and as my head starts to swim and throb he slides his cock into my mouth again. This time he pushes it into my throat easily, and starts fucking my gullet gently. I become aware that my cock is so hard, aching and drooling as he face fucks me. I put my hand on his balls. They are almost hot to the touch, and not as loose as they were earlier. They feel enormous, full. I push two fingers firmly into his perineum, and he moans in appreciation, his cock throbbing in my mouth. He's fucking more shallowly now, enjoying the contours of my tongue on his exposed cock head. He's a bottom, that's what's interesting. Normally he's a bottom, so he likes it if I tease his arse while he's being so dominant. I push two fingers against his hole, squeezed shut because of the pleasure in his cock, and I feel his cock stiffen even more. 'Finger me,' he says, his voice louder than he means it to be; he's getting lost in how good this feels. Pulling away from him, I generously coat two fingers with saliva, then get back on his cock. I press my fingers against his hole. He seems to take a moment to consciously relax, then my fingers open him up. He moans as I move them deeper and eventually I'm pressing on his prostate with my fingers. His arse squeezes around me and his cock throbs, thickening in my throat. I continue sucking him, moving my fingers on his prostate with a beckoning motion. I look up and see he's playing with his nipples through his t-shirt. His eyes are closed and his mouth is slightly open. I can hear his breath is coming faster. His cock is thickening and his arse is tightening. It won't be long now. 'Take some more poppers,' he gasps. He has the bottle in his hand, open. He doesn't want to risk me gagging when he fills me. I pull off his cock and put my nose to the proffered bottle. I breathe deeply once, twice and, at his command, a third time. He closes the bottle with trembling hands, throws it on the bed, then puts his hands on my head, for the first time applying real force and making his cock stretch my throat open once again. His hole is getting tighter and tighter on my fingers, and his prostate is hardening into a taut nub inside. I put my hand on his balls - they are so tight they have practically disappeared inside his body. He's really close. I make sure I'm getting enough air to get through what's about to happen. He exhales sharply a couple of times. 'Here it comes,' he growls. 'Take it.' He pulls me onto his cock as far as I can go, and I can feel his girth stretching my throat even more deeply than before. There's a moment's pause, then several things happen at once that nearly make me lose my load all over the floor. His rectum grips my fingers hard once, then starts rhythmically squeezing. His balls in my right hand give a heave. His cock, lying along my tongue and stuffed into my gullet, swells to what feels like double the size, stretching me, then starts to pump, hard and fast. I hear him let out a long, low moan as I feel him start to empty his balls in long, thick gushes right into my throat. One hand holds my head in place, I can feel his fingers twitching, digging into my scalp. The other is laid on my throat. I gulp frantically, trying to keep up with the volume of his spunk, and simultaneously I think 'I might choke' and 'he wants to feel me swallow'. I quickly get it under control and continue rapidly swallowing as his arse, balls and cock pulse, shooting his load right into my stomach as I swallow over and over, his hand massaging my throat. As the jerks slow a little, I rub his balls as if encouraging them to keep going. His cock is twitching sporadically now, spitting out little gobs of cum, which I swallow immediately. I become aware of my own dick again, arching up against me, absolutely solid. His throbbing slows, becomes less urgent, more of a lazy pulse, dribbling the last of his load down my throat. He moves back a bit and I can finally breathe properly again. He shifts awkwardly and I can tell he wants my fingers out of him. I slowly withdraw them. His cock still lies deep in my mouth, his girthy shaft on my tongue. He pulls back as if to step away and his cock comes out of my mouth with a soft wet noise. 'Wait!' I hiss. I grab his cock in my hand and he stops moving. Mimicking his earlier movement, I milk his shaft between thumb and forefinger. Thick, drooling droplets of cum gather and dribble from his slit, and I lean forward and lick them up immediately, making him moan sharply. He must be really sensitive now. I do this three times, rewarded less each time. When he can't take anymore, he steps back. 'Nice,' he says, tucking his still stiff cock into his boxers with some bother. 'Good job, man.' He's zipping himself up, buttoning his jeans. He flashes me a smirk, reminding me of a bit of a schoolboy that knows he's just done something quite naughty. I can still taste his spunk in my mouth. My throat feels thick, somehow. I swallow, with a little difficulty, and it somehow feels like I'm still swallowing his load. 'Well,' he says, suddenly seeming a little awkward. 'Thanks, mate. See you next time.' He turns, opening my bedroom door, and I hear the front door slam a few moments later. ============================================================================= Did this get you off? More adventures coming soon! Feedback, comments, suggestions and ideas always welcome - get me on jakeonhisknees@gmail.com. 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