Thomas had been aware that Henry’s sexual experience was largely (exclusively?) that of an aggressive top, often being the leader of gang bangs. As a result, he anticipated that Henry had never bottomed or even given a blow job. But then he witnessed Henry’s passion when Thomas forced him to his knees to suck him off and flicked his hole with his tongue. Knowing this, Thomas was willing to bet that Henry had never been fucked. And he would’ve won the bet. The night was still young and it became clear to Thomas that Henry was putty in his hands to tutor him on the pleasures of giving pleasure. Henry had learned it three months earlier—in a less empathetic environment when he agreed to 48 hours of submission; now it was his turn to teach Henry. At that time, Henry, for some unknown reason, had “gone easy” on Thomas and abused him with tenderness and respect. Thomas intended to return the favor tonight.
Henry, still in his white jock strap, was flat on his back with his hands secured to the bedposts and blindfolded with Thomas’s silk ties. Thomas, now nude, aggressively knelt between his legs on the bed holding his ankles in the air in the shape of a “V” and stared into Henry’s near-perfect rosebud hole. Thomas just gazed at the beautiful pussy in front of him, and the longer he did the more Henry moaned, begging him to take him. Henry who had lost any perception of his surrounding believed time had stopped. All he could feel was Thomas’s hot breath burning into his chute. Thomas, no longer able to resist, leaned into his crack and flicked Henry’s winking eye with the tip of his tongue. “Oh god….” Henry whimpered. “Please Thomas, more….please.”
“Thomas?” Thomas replied.
“Please, sir,” Henry responded.
“That’s better, little man. Let’s not forget who’s in charge here…”
“You are sir. Please sir…just use me. Use my hole”. Henry couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. Usually at this point he’d be pummeling some white twink in the face with his anaconda dick, but this was role reversal at its most extreme. This time he was begging to be used.
“That’s better”, Thomas smiled and used that opportunity to reach in with his tongue and flick Henry’s pulsing hole with it a second time.
“Oh..my…fucking…god…” Henry gasped.
“It’s winking at me”, Thomas sneered. “Does that mean it likes me?”
“Oh yes, SIR” cried Henry. “YES, SIR” he nearly yelled as he bucked his ass into Thomas’s face.
“MMMMmmmmmm….” Thomas moaned. “More for daddy.”
And so began one of the most voracious rimming sessions either Thomas or Henry had ever been a part of. Both of them had experienced plenty of ass-play, Thomas at both ends, and Henry as he readied his victim before he speared him, but neither of them with this intensity. Thomas pulled Henry’s legs further apart than he thought possible as he pushed his entire tongue nearly all the way up Henry’s warm chute. Thomas was a skilled rimmer, but this was beyond anything he’d ever experienced. He was so out of control with Herny, he forced his tongue into Henry with a near vengeance. Henry, for his part, bucked and howled like an animal. If Thomas hadn’t been so sexually unhinged himself he would’ve feared he was killing Henry. But the connection they’d made, with Thomas’s tongue nearly reaching Henry’s second hole, assured Thomas that the noises he heard were of ecstasy, not pain.
Henry, for his part, was out of his mind. The fact alone that he was restrained and blindfolded was erotic as hell, but that someone else had taken control of his pleasure was shockingly electrifying. He wanted this to go on forever and ever. But the energy this level of passion required was beyond even his coping mechanisms.
Thankfully, Thomas had reached the same point of near-exhaustion and pulled out of his hole and gently laid Henry’s hips back on the bad. Henry was in a place he’d never been before and didn’t have words or sounds to convey what he was feeling, so he was left to his only choice….he began to weep. Tears began to roll down his cheeks from under the blindfold and he tried like a champion to hold it in, but the gentle tears turned into uncontrollable, heaving sobs. Neither Thomas nor Henry could’ve predicted or ever experienced anything like this and Thoams was, understandably alarmed that he had somehow harmed Henry. He jumped to the side of the bed near Henry’s face and quickly untied the blindfold to reveal Hennry’s tear-soaked face. Fortunately, the lights were dim so Henry could easily open his eyes, and Thomas gently placed his hands on either side of his face and closed in on him. “Henry are you all right?” he asked urgently. “I didn’t harm you, did I?”
Henry, now starting to regain control, took some long deep breaths before responding. “Henry, say something”, Thomas urged him.
After a particularly long exhale, Thomas, with a barely detectable smile, looking straight up into his eyes, answered with a whisper, “Thank you sir, thank you so much. I don’t have words.”
“I don’t either, Henry”, Thomas responded, and lowered his face to share a kiss that would be the first of many that night.
Why was he sobbing, Henry asked himself. Was it because he was experiencing pleasure so intense that he’d been deprived up heretofore? Was it because Thomas, although using him, treated him with dignity, something he’d never done as a top. Was it because the night was young and he didn’t know how much more he could endure? Was it all three?
He didn’t know himself, and surprisingly he wasn’t embarrassed he’d wept. In fact, he was glad. For the first time in his sexual life, he communicated to a partner how much joy he had received from them, and if crying like a baby was how he expressed it, sobeit. In fact, upon reflection, he was glad he’d done it. He couldn’t think of an emotional response as authentic to what he was feeling as weeping. “Bring it on” he thought to himself.
Apparently Thomas was a mind-reader, because just as Henry had reconciled what had just occurred and prepared for more, Thomas made his next move. First, he took the two remaining silk ties and restrained his two ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. He gave them a bit more slack as he knew Henry would need that for what he had in mind. He then climbed back between Henry’s two legs on the bad, placed his hands on the hips of his jockstrap and began to pull it down. Henry knew he’d have to lift his hips to allow it off him and, when he did, Thomas stopped pulling and allowed Henry to lower his hips back on the bed. Now the back strap of the jock was pulled below his ass but his cock and balls were straining to escape their jock-covered prison. Thomas wanted more than anything to dive headfirst into his massive bulge but thought better of it and simply stopped and peered at it once again, raising the tension of the moment. He looked at Henry, back at the bulge, back at Henry, and finally said, “Whose is that?”
Loving this new game he was playing, Henry was all in, “It’s yours daddy” he responded with a half-smile.
Then Thomas tugged at the bottom of the jock, where the straps met to further expose Henry’s ass, and asked, “And this?”
“ALL yours daddy”, Henry said with even more emphasis.
“You’re damn right it is, little man. And I’m going to do things with it you’ve never imagined.”
Henry couldn’t resist the temptation to one-up him and responded, “You already have sir.”
Henry, who had been straddling Thomas for the past few minutes, climbed over to Henry’s left side near his hips and knelt off to his side.
Thomas continued to resist the temptation to take Henry’s massively long and thick cock into his mouth on the spot. Henry was famous for it and now it was Thomas’s to do with what he pleased. It had to have been 9” long, cut with a beautifully shaped pink mushroom head topped off with a slit that was pulled apart by the bulging veins surrounding his cock and an engorged urethra ready to explode at a moment’s notice. Thomas licked his lips and, like earlier, felt like he had sat down to a Thanksgiving feast on a plate. He didn’t know where to start. The obvious choice was to engulf this masterpiece of a cock with his mouth, but there was nothing obvious about tonight.
Henry, who was desperate to have his cock at least touched, if not licked and sucked dry, was once again disappointed, when Thomas slid his hand under Henry’s knee to lift his leg, resting the bottom of his foot on the bed. This gave Thomas perfect access to Henry’s still wet hole and he wasted no time getting into position.
Thomas then reached behind him and found what Henry quickly learned was a tube of lube and he lubed both his hands, and then gently squeezed an ample amount up into Henry’s hole. Surprising Henry, Thomas left the lube up his hole without sliding his finger up and said sarcastically, “Don’t worry, that lube will be put to good use.”
Thomas then leaned over Henry and placed his left arm on his torso, not quite grasping his cock (yet), and slid his right hand under his raised leg and began to ever so gently stroke Henry’s hole in a circular pattern. “Ohh…..” Henry groaned.
“Like that, little man?”
“Yes, sir” he smiled, hoping this new move would now never stop.
“I’m going to make you sweat, Henry. The last thing was just a warmup.” Thomas said as he leaned over Henry’s torso and kissed the tip of his cock while he continued to circle his rosebud hole.
“Whose cock is this, Henry?”
Groan, “Yours sir”
“Whose pussy is this Henry?”
Louder groan, “Youuurrrrssss, Sir!”
And so it began. Thomas surmised that Henry had never had his cock worked over and prostate stimulated at the same time and continuously denied orgasm. Not until tonight that was. Henry, the alpha-male-BBC-gangbang-leader, always got what he wanted, when he wanted it, how he wanted it. He called the shots, not only with his victims, but also with his fellow gang-bangers. Life is good when you look and act like Henry.
But something unexpected happened to him when he pounded Thomas at the gang bang three months ago and Thomas was now paying back the tenderness Henry had shown him.
Thomas’s fingers, especially his middle finger were well lubed, and after continuously teasing Henry’s hole he finally, ever-so- gently pushed into him. “Ooohhh…..” Henry groaned, feeling for the very first time what it felt like to be penetrated. Henry was lucky his first time was with someone as caring as Thomas. Henry felt it slide in slowly until the knuckles on Thomas’s fist prevented it from going any further. Then he playfully circled and twitched his finger inside his rectum, all the while increasing the volume of Henry’s moans. Henry had never felt anything like this, and with the affection with which Thomas did it, he wondered why there had been so much drama around it with others in the past. It. Felt. Wonderful.
And if felt even better when Thomas eventually found…the spot. That wonderful sex organ that resides up our holes that radiates pleasure so intense it should be illegal. Except, and thankfully, it’s not. Thomas knew precisely when he hit it…he could feel the mound of flesh and when he applied gentle pressure Henry began to pant like a dog in heat. “Holy fuck, sir, that’s IT?!?!?”
“That’s it little man. That’s what you’ve been pounding away at all these years. You know that!”. And as he finished the sentence he inserted a second finger and immediately found his button for the second time.
“OH MY GOD!!!!” Henry gasped. “OH MY FUCKING GOD”””
“Oh, that’s not all” Thomas grinned and as he continued to stroke his target inside Thomas’s rectum, he leaned down and engulfed his cock in his mouth, all the way down to his pubes.
“AAARRRGGGHHH”, Henry yelped as he bucked his hips upward driving his cock deeper into Thomas’s throat and his prostate back down over fingers. Either way, he experienced unbelievable pleasure whether he thrust his cock up into Thomas’s mouth or relaxed his prostate down into his fingertips. But the truth was, he was now out of control. Thomas played him like a Stradivarius. Slowly stroking his P-spot, then swallowing him whole. Stroke. Suck. Stroke. Suck. Stroke. Suck.
Thomas’s wrists and legs were still restrained to the bedposts, so he all he could move were his hips and cock, and that just got him into more and more trouble.
This was Thomas’s plan all along. To edge Henry mercilessly. Nothing humbles a man like being edged.
“Like that little man?” he taunted him.
“Oh please sir, let me shoot. Please let me shoot.”
“No, little man. Like I said earlier, you’re gonna have to earn it”, and having given Henry a quick break, Thomas resumed right where he left off…
Stroke. Suck. Stroke. Suck…and moments before he shot…STOP!
“PLEASE SIR. I BEG YOU!!!!”
“When I’M ready, little man, not when you’re ready.”
Henry thought he’d lose his mind. He’d NEVER been denied like this and was having trouble reconciling the physical anguish of the cum denial itself v. the psychological impact of not having control. His current state-of-mind was so garbled he wouldn’t have been able to articulate it so concisely anyway, but that was exactly what was going on. And again it started…
Stroke (deeper). Suck (harder). Stroke (even deeper). Suck (even harder). Thomas felt him ready to shoot and….STOP!
“Please sir! PLEASE”, Henry begged.
By now, Henry was dripping with sweat, nearly out of his mind. He tried several times to fuck Thomas’s mouth to get him to cum, but Thomas would pull back and let him futilely fuck the air.
And once again, it started. Stroke. Suck. Stroke deeper. Suck harder. “Please sir, please…I can’t take it anymore. PLEASE!!”
And just at the moment Henry was about to cum, Thomas instinctively pulled off of him and watched him nearly rip his wrists and ankles from their silk restraints. And if the sucking and stroking weren’t enough, he pinched Henry’s nipples as he laid there writhing and sweating, leaving Henry, once again whimpering like a baby….”Please sir, please stop. Please…”
“Not yet, little man. Not yet”, Thomas taunted him.
Without pausing, Thomas removed the four restraints and said, “I’m just getting started. On your back, head down here”, indicating for Henry to hang his head off the foot of the bed to give Thomas clear access to his mouth.
Thomas’s had every intention of fucking Henry’s mouth with his head hanging off the bed, but he also wanted full access to Henry’s delicious looking cock. He remembered sucking it at the gang bang and wanted another taste of that delicious organ. But this time it would be on his terms.
Fully compliant in hopes of being allowed to cum, Henry slid to the end of the bed, let his head hang off the end and looked straight up at Thomas as if to ask, “Like this?”
Thomas laid his cock across Henry’s face and spat several times to wet his cock. Once he had it where he wanted he said, “Open up little man”.
Henry, not accustomed to being in a position of such vulnerability but somehow relishing the role, angled his head back as far as it could go to take Thomas’s long, thick cock deep into his throat. He had no idea how much he could take, but he wanted to do his best. He’d never felt this way before, but he craved cock. Thomas’s cock. As far down as his throat as he could take it. He’d find a way.
Bravely, he dropped his head as far back as it could go looking straight up between Thomas’s legs, and opened his mouth as wide as it would go. He felt the heat and thickness emanating from Thomas’s cock as he slid it across his face. He spread the spit from earlier over Henry’s face with his cock which only heightened his desire, his need to swallow it.
Fortunately for Henry, Thomas’s cock bent nicely away from his torso so as he slowly lowered it into Henry’s mouth it slid down like it had found its home. “Open wide….wider”, Thomas ordered and, once again, Henry found himself immensely turned on by being commanded to comply with a sexual order. When Thomas’s cock slid into his mouth, it felt like he had entered Nirvana. Earlier in the evening was only the first time Henry had ever sucked a cock and this was even more thrilling.
For his part, Thomas wasn’t sure he’d ever enjoyed a warm mouth as he was Henry’s. As he lowered himself into Henry’s mouth, his cock was embraced as if Henry’s mouth had been waiting a lifetime for this moment. Every centimeter of his cock was surrounded by either Henry’s lips or tongue and the feeling was excruciatingly intense. “Oh fuck, little man, I can’t believe you’ve never done this before. You’re a fucking pro”, Thomas moaned.
Henry, was so caught up in the moment he couldn’t have answered if he’d wanted to. His mouth was filled with the thickest, most glorious cock imaginable. His head was hanging over the bed like so many twinks and subs over the years; being in this position, literally and figuratively, would’ve been unimaginable, until now. Until he met Thomas.
Henry reached up and grasped Thomas’s hips to guide him deeper down his throat. Henry didn’t know if or when he’d have this opportunity again, and he wanted to make sure there wasn’t one centimeter of his Thomas’s throat left untouched. Unbeknownst to him he had a remarkable gag reflex allowing Thomas to penetrate him deeper than almost anyone Thomas had previously deep throated. With Henry’s guidance, Thomas pushed deeper and deeper into his esophagus with every thrust. And every time Henry thought he’d reached the limit, Thomas would exceed it with the next one.
Meanwhile, Thomas was enjoying Henry’s long, veiny cock equally well. The two were out of a porn movie. One would go down, the other would come up for air, then the reverse. Unlike Henry, Thomas had done his share of deepthroating, so every time he took Henry deeper was like a dare to him to do the same.
At some point, they both seem to be getting close…too close to cumming and and Thomas pulled off the Henry’s cock and ordered him to do the same. Thomas climbed on the bed between Henry’s legs, grabbed Henry by the ankles and pulled him up so he laid on his back and was they were now in a more “traditional” 69 position. Thomas knew he didn’t dare put his cock back in Henry’s mouth lest he shoot, so he went down on his hole like a hungry animal instead. Henry, equally lustful, did the same to Thomas and they were instantly devouring each other’s holes like two starving men would eat their first meal. They were insatiable. Words, even cogent thoughts escaped them. Their need for more ruled their thoughts. More sweet pussy, more veiny cock, more succulent balls, more weaponized tongue, more raunchy sweat. More of anything and everything from the cunt each was devouring. And once again, Thomas went in for the kill and tongue-fucked Henry like he had previously. What he didn’t realize was what an avid student Henry was and he did the same to Thomas, but with his longer and narrower tongue, he gave Thomas’s hole an interior bath like he'd never experienced either. It was so intense that Thomas had to come up for air to scream…”Oh..my….fucking….god”, he shouted.
Again, they were getting too close. Thomas’s goal for the evening was to take Henry’s cherry. But he was committed to do it with the same respect and tenderness Henry had showed him three months ago at the gang bang. He had no choice but to pull off Henry, pull him up and lay him on his back, pull his legs in the air and dive into his hole.
Looking straight up at him, Thomas asked, “Henry, are you ready?”.
“Oh, sir, I am SO ready. Please use me”, and he paused and added, “the same way I used you.”
“That’s the plan, little man”, Thomas answered. “That’s the plan”.
