Service Boy

Bet My Ass

I was invited over to my master and his boyfriend’s
house for poker night. I’d never been before. I know
it’s a guy’s night of poker playing and
beer-drinking–typical stuff. Still, I was surprised
to have been invited given my subordinate status to my
Master and now to his boyfriend. Perhaps this is a
purely social occasion and so the sexual status I’ve
been given will be ignored.
Of course I hope not.

I arrive at around 7pm. Jesse greets me and takes me
into his upstairs apartment. Though I’m not usually
like this, I’ve lately been dying to suck cock. Things
have been a little strange since Jesse’s boyfriend
moved in. He’s been extra careful to show Tom that
he’s the boyfriend and I’m the “help”. In fact, since
Tom moved in I haven’t been properly fucked. In any
case, Tom wasn’t in evidence so I kneeled on the floor
in my Master’s bedroom and asked if I could please
suck his cock. He looked a little annoyed but relented
and came to stand in front of me. I lowered his zipper
and carefully pulled out his slowly stiffening cock
and looked up at him as I began to lick his cockhead.
I didn’t waste much time though. Generally, the only
way I can get that whole cock in my mouth is when it’s
still semi-flaccid. It’s quite the lunker. While that
might be cheating I really like trying to swallow it
and feel it stiffen deep in my throat. Anyway…knowing I probably
didn’t have much time to blow my Master, I went to
work in earnest. I deep throated and swallowed until
he was just too hard and too big. Then I began to jack
his still stiffening shaft with one hand and gently
massage his swollen balls with the other. He’d undone his pants by this
time and dropped them to his thighs. I’m not sure if
he was being over-stimulated but he told me to put my
hands behind my back. Then he grabbed my face and
began slowly fucking my mouth. He likes it when I try
to look at him while he does this. It’s difficult
because the cock driving into the back of my throat
makes my eyes water. I guess he got tired of the angle
because before long he sat on the edge of a dressing
bench at the foot of his bed and had me get on all
fours–still fully-clothed, with my face in his
crotch. This seemed to achieve the angle he wanted. He
gently rocked my body back and forth gradually working
his cock farther and farther down my throat. Almost
immediately, he
started making the noises that warn me when he’s about
to blow his load. He’s pivoting me back and forth and
sliding his cock from about an inch in my mouth to all
nine inches in. His swelling glans expand the back
of my throat with every thrust. His well-trimmed pubic
hair tickles my
nose but not enough to throw off my concentration.
Though I can’t see his face, I know his eyes are
closed and he’s concentrating on getting off. For some
reason this turns me on even more. My now raging
hard-on is painful and obvious in my shorts. Suddenly,
he squeezes my head even harder and begins to stroke
his cock with my mouth faster and faster. He pulls my
face all the way down on his cock, impaling my head
when I feel the first jet of cum squeezing into the
back of my throat.