In the middle of the night, while summer air coming from the window tickled
his thick skin, Jeff was lying on a couch, smoking his third or fourth
cigarette. He was only with his black boxers on, what showed his hefty
build. He would place his large hands on his chest, belly, or rub on his
crotch and balls, asking his cock if he wanted to get sucked or not.
Actually, Jeff was great friends with his fat cock. Whatever his cock
needed, mouth, pussy, ass, whatever, Jeff would do anything to keep him
pleased and satisfied. Jeff was very proud of himself, and he though every
little thing about him was perfect. He was pleased to have those big fake
muscles, mixed with fat, and covered with hairy thick skin, more than
anything. He even loved his own nasty smell, and always loved taking sniffs
of his funky armpits, especially when they were sweaty - "Oahhh... The
smell of a real man", he always thought to himself.
You might think it was just about.. a man smoking in a late night, but it's
more than you might think. To Jeff, it was the biggest celebration. A
celebration of being a grown 35 man.. a celebration of having a good job,
with good salary, and owning a nice apartment.. a celebration of having no
slutty wife, no noisy children, and not having to spend his money on
anything more than himself.. and just simply living his life.
In response, Jeff's cock twitched. "Yeah, dude? You want that fag to suck
you off?", Jeff smiled for his cock as he massaged him gently through the
boxers. "I'mma get him on his knees for you, man, just watch". With that,
Jeff took his cell phone to leave a missed call on Ray's, as a sign for his
dick's need for a a mouth around it.
In fact, Ray was Jeff's only neighbor on the top floor, and also lived
alone in a single apartment. He was a 20-year-old college boy, tall, thin
and hairless. He'd always catched Jeff's attention for his smooth body, his
long blonde hair and his blue eyes.
During the past few months, Ray had been well-trained to take Jeff's cock
down his throat. Finally, he became addicted to it, to the point that he
would force himself to stay up until 02:00 am at least, in case his master
needed a blowjob or anything. Plus, whenever he spoke to his master, he
would show all the respect to him, as well as refer to him as "Sir" and
sometimes "Master".
Less than a minute later, Ray knocked the door. "It's open", Jeff said
loud. Ray got in and closed the door behind him. He stepped toward the
couch Jeff was lying on, finally getting on his knees between his master's
thighs.
"Yes, Sir"
"How you doing, boy?"
"Great, Sir. Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Sir"
"No problem, boy".
For five secs of silence, Ray inhaled Jeff's crotch scent. He breathed the
smell of his master's dry sweat and dirt, which had been building for about
a week of no shower. It was the smell of gayness.. the smell of addiction,
to him.
Jeff felt a surprising amount of gas forming up his rectum. He loved to
push it out, making a rough and loud buzzing sound, and then took a deep
delightful breath as his nerves were relaxed now. Ray was very surprised -
His master had never farted in his face like that before. It showed his
master's nature for real, because it came from his inside, and it had the
same rough male feeling.
Ray sniffed the healthy fart, and he could tell it made his own 5" punk
jump.
"Didn't thank your master"
"I'm sorry, Sir. Thank you for farting in my face, Sir"
Jeff wanted to let out another one. "Want another one boy?"
Ray thought it would be really torturing, but really delicious.. "Yes, Sir"
With that, Jeff let out the other one, which was shorter, but rougher and
richer.
Jeff grabbed a hand full of his cocksucker's soft hair. He'd always liked
to grab his blond hair and have fun with him! He started to rub the boy's
face along his already-hardening cock, and on his balls. It was a great
feeling of dirtiness what Ray was feeling, as he rubbed his face along his
master's crotch, still smelling his strong farts. He started to work his
lips and teeth softly on his balls, and playfully biting his cock, while
Jeff enjoyed it, taking and letting deep breaths.
Soon, Jeff used his slave's teeth to pull his boxers off. His cock jumped
out like a shining sword. Ray wrapped his lips on his master's cockhead,
and started to take more of his man meat up his mouth. Jeff closed his
eyes, bit his lips and put his arms behind his back as he enjoyed the
feeling of his cock being sucked, and his dick explored the depthes of the
boy's mouth.
Maybe Jeff's farts had gone with the wind, but there was something more
delicious for Ray. As he delighted that thick, hungry cock with his wet
mouth and played it with his tongue and lips, the strong taste owned his
heart. That salty butter made of Jeff's dry piss, cum and sweat had been
building on his cock for a week, it was finally being melted in Ray's soft,
young mouth, and he was just simply tasting it.
The little boy found a strange kind of harmony between Jeff's rough
pleasure moans, and that dirty taste that filled his mouth. He placed his
hands on his master's hairy, hefty chest, and started to tease his nipples
with those young, smooth fingertips. With that, he continued to suck on
Jeff's big cock and choke on it. He tried to offer his very best to his
master, working every little muscle of his mouth, showing all the passion
he had for his master.
Jeff was in heaven. His cock was getting sucked the best way, the same time
his nipples were getting gently massaged. It made him feel what he had
never felt in his entire life. No one ever had been so nice with him. It
made him forget about everything around him. As the soft air played with
his body hairs too, he felt like he was flying.
This time, Jeff had the biggest, most intense orgasm in his life. Breathing
heavily in delight and pleasure, his cock strongly exploded with three
cheesy shots of cum filling the boy's mouth. That couldn't let the boy
stop, though. He continued doing his great work, sucking Jeff's cock and
weakly twisting his nipples with his soft fingers, squeezing his master's
for more and more cum.
He let the cum that filled his mouth flow down his throat gently, gulp by
gulp, and Jeff could feel that with his now-sensitive cockhead still
crammed up his slave's mouth.
With Jeff taking a final deep breath, Ray let the softening cock silde from
his mouth, and pulled the top of his master's boxers back up, using his
teeth. He knew he wasn't commanded to do that, but he was sure his master
wouldn't punish him after a great work like that. He kissed Jeff's balls
through the boxers, and then continued his way down to kiss on his
thighs. He also ran his hands from Jeff's chest to his shoulders, gently
passing his tired all over them.
"Good job, boy"
"Thank you, sir"
"You can leave now"
"Thank you, sir"
...
Three days later, at 7 PM, Ray's phone rang. It was his sir, JEFF! He tried
to take it easy, but something about the rythme and the beat of his
ringtone, it reminded him of Jeff.. his bitter sweet taste.. his masculine
smell.
As usual, less than a minute later, Ray was knocking the man's door. When
Jeff opened, the boy found something really different. There was a girl
inside, lying on the edge of the man's extra-sized bed! Lights on! Jeff was
grinning! His red tie, and the first few top buttons of his shirt were
undone!
Ray got in, alternating his look between Jeff and the beautiful lady. "Yes,
Sir", said Ray. Jeff stepped toward his slave, commanding him to "get on"
his "knees". While Ray obeyed, he saw something in his master's eyes
telling him that things would be different this time.
"Undress me", Jeff gave a first command. The blond boy started with Jeff's
shoestrings, so that the man would only have to step out of them. Later,
while the smell of socks started to fill the room, Ray unbackled his
master's belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his black trousers.
With a cocky look in his eyes, Jeff's dick was hardening. It was just the
thought of having a newly-expert slave to satisfy his pleasures, and go
with him as far as he wanted. With Jeff's now-hard thick dick and big balls
prisonned in his white cotton briefs, Ray's mouth was almost dripping
saliva!
As the little young man finished undressing his master, Jeff told him "You
know what to do, boy". He continued, "While I fuck this pussy, you're gonna
be licking my body.. or tonguing my ass". In fact, it was a thing that Ray
had been waiting to hear since his first time with Jef. He couldn't believe
it was finally happening! "YES, SIR".
For the next hour, while Jeff enjoyed the creamy smoothness of the woman's
pussy, massaging, and nicely tickling his hungry dick, Ray's mission was
sucking his sir's meaty nipples, licking his rank, sweaty and hairy armpits
and kissing on his muscles, or greasy chest.
Sometimes, while Jeff was in some position on top of the woman, with her
legs on his shoulders, he had the blond boy tongueing his filthy ass, or
popping on his balls. Jeff couldn't stop moaning or gasping from pleasure
for a second. It was a fuckload of fun! It was just too much for a man to
handle! He could swear he'd never came that hard in his entire life!
After Jeff was fully satisfied, gave the woman some bugs and let her
go. "Guess we're done boy?". Before Ray could speak, his sir continued
"Follow me". Walking doggily, he followed Jeff's footsteps, finally ending
in the shower.
"You know that I'm not gonna scrub my own back, don't you". Who was the
poor Ray to say No? All he could say was "Yes, Sir". While Jeff was already
naked, Ray fully stripped down, and started to service his master at
shower.
In the middle of it, while Ray was cleaning Jeff's thighs. "I need to
piss", the man announced. Ray knew what his master wanted him to do. He
kneeled down low, with his hands and face on the floor, while his master
let his own bladder relax. The boy felt a warm stream of hot, rank and
heavy piss on his head, and then his neck.
Jeff enjoyed the look of his own healthy, thick, yellow juice shooting on
his slave's smooth skin, for about twenty seconds, feeling his bladder
being emptied, his nerves relaxed. Finally, "Now the last drop, open up
your mouth boy".
Ray was so ready to taste some of his master's poison. As soon as he turned
around to face Jeff's dick, the huge last drop of sir's salty piss was
loaded into his mouth. "Don't swallaw". The boy realized, now he was in for
a good party, of being totally used and abused.
While the little boy continued washing Jeff's body, paying special
attention for his back, making sure his ass, feet and armpits were totally
clean, he was still holding the man's piss in his mouth, not allowed to
spit it out, or even swallow it.
"Now swallaw it", Jeff commanded later. Ray obeyed. It was the first time
for him to do something so nasty, to swallow another man's body
products. He had tasted Jeff's piss, swallowed his cum, smellt his farts,
and now he was washing his body. What else a faggot boy needed?
By the end of the shower, Ray dried his master's body off, and helped him
getting dressed in clean boxers. Ray wouldn't have to worry about his
raging hard-on, because his master was now totally clean-smelling!
After thirty minutes, the boy was there, on his knees, licking one of
Jeff's feet, while the man sat comfortably in his couch. Maybe it was Ray's
first time to do this, but he was doing it like a pro. He would lick in
between the thick toes, or simply put one of them in his mouth, pop it or
lick it.
While he was lost in his sir's feet, he was commanded "Time for you to make
a good footstool for me, boy, my legs are kind of tired". The submissive
boy pulled his face from Jeff's foot, and got on fours so that the man
could rest his legs on his back.
While Jeff filled the air with his cigarettes' smoke, forcing Ray to inhale
it, the boy proved to be a very good footstool, handling the big weight of
the man's legs on his back for more than a half hour. In the middle of it,
Jeff fired a huge, smelly fart that merged with the smoke.
Feeling totally relaxed, Jeff laughed at his obviously disguested slave
boy. "You've seen nothing yet, boy, you're gonna have to smell it
bigtime". It wasn't exactly what Ray wanted to hear from his master. It
must've meant something...not very good.
Still in that position, as Jeff's personal footstool, he couldn't stop
thinking about his master's last remark, until he heard him saying: "You're
gonna spend the whole night between my legs, and I'm gonna burn you with my
gas, so you better get used to it".
HE WAS NOT IN PARADISE ANYMORE. HE WAS NOW OFFICIALLY "BURNING" IN HELL.
"Matter of fact", Jeff said, finishing his second cigarette, "I'm tired
right now, and you're not gonna have to stay up late tonight. Follow me".
Ray got up on his feet, turned the lights down for his master, and followed
him to bed. Since it was so cool out there, Jeff didn't need any bed
covers, so he just threw them on the floor. As Ray lied between Jeff's
thighs, the man rested one of his feet on the boy's chest, fully prisonning
him.
In the night. Every now and then, Ray would wake up to the sound, the feel
or the smell of a huge fart that Jeff would rip, from his large hole.
Sometimes to the change of the man's sleeping position, being simply
wrestled into his legs, and sometimes the volume of his snorting voice. On
the other hand, Jeff was in a deep sleep, with his hairy, mascular legs
dominating the boy's smooth body. He didn't have a clue how much Ray was
being tortured. He just enjoyed his sleep.
END.
