Passion desire Lust

Story 22 The Reluctant Cocksucker

“C’mon please, just give it a try. Just a kiss, nothing more.”

I looked down at Dylan’s hard cock and shook my head.

“I’m so sorry, but I can’t.”

“Why?  He is right there, look at him, and I have done it to you so many times. Please, Teddy, I beg you.”

He was so hard in my hand, so beautiful, so succulent but I just couldn’t lower my head those twelve inches it would take to put my lips on his cock head, I just couldn’t.

“Sorry, Dylan. I’ll give you a hand job or you can fuck me up the ass, but I won’t take your cock in my mouth.”

“Fine, use your hand.”

He had made the right decision. With my mom and Pete downstairs, it wasn’t the moment for him to fuck me. I kissed his nipples and his chest while my hand began to stroke his shaft. It was already wet from his pre-cum and it didn’t take long before he was moaning.

I rested my head on his chest and watched his cock. It was a beautiful thing, around eight inches long, thick, and with a big head. It hurt when he stuck it in me but the pleasure that came later was worth it. As Dylan came closer to his orgasm he began to gasp and I kissed him slowly. He was not a loud lover like me.

“So close, so close,” he whispered.

I increased the speed a little and with a drawn-out gasp, his cum gushed out of his cock and ran down my knuckles. He lay still for a minute while I squeezed out the last few drops and then let go of him.

“I hope one day you will take him in your mouth,” said Dylan, looking up at me.

I smiled and shook my head. “I don’t think so. Anyway, I think you should go before they become suspicious downstairs.”

He got up and put on his jeans while I went to the bathroom to wash my hands.

When we stood in the hall my mom came in from the living room.

“You are leaving, Dylan?”

“Yep, I have a paper to finish and Teddy knows his stuff.”

“It’s so nice for you to take the time to tutor him,” she said.

“I am happy too, and the extra money is always helpful.”

She gave him a twenty and Dylan walked out the door and I closed it behind him.

It was my mom’s idea to get me a tutor. I was behind in a few subjects and did need help. What she hadn’t thought of was that her son might be gay and that Dylan was a very good-looking guy. At first, I wasn’t sure if he was into guys, but one afternoon I caught him staring at my cock while I was changing into my football uniform. The room was dead quiet and after a minute he said, “Do you…?”

I didn’t let him finish. Instead, I pulled down my shorts and let my cock hang out. He stared at it while moving forward and when he had it in his mouth he closed his eyes and gave me the best blowjob in my life.

Since that day he came over a few times a week and after doing my school work, we would fuck. I loved his cock inside me and when I fucked his ass I really enjoyed it too. Neither of us was a pure bottom or top, we liked to switch it around a bit. The only issue was that I refused to suck him.

I don’t really know why, but I guess it was because I knew where his cock had been, in my and other guys asses and the thought of having it in my mouth didn’t appeal to me.

I know, he sucked mine and I had fucked his ass, but that was his decision, not mine.

“Hey big guy,” said Pete when I sat down in the chair and turned on the TV.

He was my mom’s boyfriend and a pretty cool guy. My dad and my mom had split two years earlier and even though I saw him twice a month I lived with my mom and Pete.

“What’s up, Pete?” I said.

“Not much, just chilling. Do you want to go to the park and throw some ball?”Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“No, I’m cool. I’ll watch some TV until dinner is ready.”

“Suit yourself.”

He was a big guy, well over six feet and broad-shouldered. His brown eyes were kind and I guess they had mesmerized my mom when they first met. It took three months before he moved in with us and at first, I wasn’t very happy about it.

It felt strange to have a man in the house, who wasn’t my dad, but I soon realized that Pete wasn’t trying to be my dad; he wanted to be my buddy, which was fine. That he also had a great body didn’t hurt. He seemed to love my mother very much and spoiled her as often as he could.

Neither Pete nor my mom knew I liked guys. I guess I didn’t have the balls to tell them; instead, I acted like any other seventeen-year-old guy. I went on dates but they never lead to anything more than dinner or a movie. I sometimes left my laptop on with a hot girl as a screen saver, all to pretend to be straight.

I once got a blowjob from a girl I met at a party. It was a very strange experience. We were both extremely drunk and ended up in the den of the house. Before I knew it her mouth was wrapped around my shaft and her head was bobbing up and down. It felt alright I guess, but when she tried to kiss me I pulled away. She finished the blowjob and when she was done wiped her mouth and left. I had come but I wasn’t really horny even though she was a good-looking girl.

It was so different with Dylan. As soon as he walked into my room my cock grew hard and all I could think about was being with him. The first time he fucked me was the best day of my life.

We were making out on the bed when he whispered in my ear, “Can I fuck you?”

“Will it hurt?”

“A little, but I bet you will like it.”

“Okay, do it.”

I was scared but at the same time very horny. I wanted him inside me to feel him and make him happy.

To my surprise, he didn’t take me from behind which I was sure he would. Instead, after he had lubed up with some baby oil from the bathroom, he spooned next to me. When I felt his cock head against my anus I sighed and he said, “Relax, and breathe normally.”

Ever so gently he pressed his cock against my anus and little by little he slid inside me. There was a shot of pain when his cock head pushed through but after that, it was pure bliss. While he fucked me he reached around and took my cock in his hand. He jerked me off at the same rhythm he fucked me and we both came at the same time. After that, I was hooked. I wanted him as often as I could and each time he took me harder and harder until he came deep inside me.

A week later I fucked him for the first time. My cock was smaller than his, only seven inches and torpedo-shaped. He said it was a perfect fit and he was right. I slid into him like a hot knife in butter and from there I went to town. I loved feeling my balls slam into his ass cheeks as I fucked him from behind. The only problem was that I was a vocal lover and would moan and groan too loud. Once my mom came up and knocked on the door.

“Are you okay in there?”

I stopped fucking Dylan and said, “Yeah, Mom, everything is good. Just doing sit-ups.”

We laughed and I went back to fuck him.