Silent Submission 3_(0)

Maybe the right course of action would have been to cut Randy out of my life completely. Argue? Have a fight? Demand things go back to the way they were? But that’s delusional really. There is no going back.
I did stay for him to get hard again. And again, he came down my throat. My life changed dramatically following that fateful party with Randy. Over the next two weeks Randy would invite me over after work to hang out and drink beer. But of course he finds a way to get his boner in front of me. Which never failed to get me sucking him.
He would greet me at the door with a big smile, welcome me in gesture me to sit on the couch and get comfortable. Definitely nicer than he was before. But then at some point he would leave the room and walk back into the living room buck naked with his boner swinging.

“Sorry Kyle I just can’t wait any longer”

Other times he would chill on the couch with me. Watch something interesting. But if a commercial came on and his attention span wandered, I studied him as he would flex his cock, or reposition himself almost as if he was mentally reminding himself he could be getting a blowjob right now. If it was time, he would find ways to draw my attention to his hard on. He would stand up and drop his sweat pants. Or stay seated and pull his boner out. That was my que. One time he dropped his sweat pants behind me while I was in the kitchen. I think he just wanted to see me drop to my knees for him. He wanted to prove something to both of us. I usually had his boner in my mouth or down my throat within seconds of seeing it. He loved that, I could tell. I loved how often it would happen without a word spoken between the two of us. We handled silence well together. Randy would do most of the talking.
We experimented with several positions or heights. He told me to hand my head over the arm of his couch. I did and he lowered his boner to my lips. I opened them and took him in. All I could see were his massive balls swinging and bouncing off my face and nose. I didn’t particularly care for the position as it was hard to breathe but I did my best to please him. He finished the load off like we usually do with me on my knees on a pillow him standing over me with his cock down my throat. To us that was a near daily occurrence. He likes getting sucked in his lazy boy chair but he usually stands up when he is about to cum.
More than anything though Randy loved that I swallowed his cum. He became very particular about how I take his cum. He always wanted to cum as deep down my throat as possible. He told me he could cum a maximum 7 times in a day. I said that sounds good but I was scared I would get sore and wear out my jaw. The most loads he has given me in a day is 4. One in the morning, one at lunch, another at dinner another late at night. He would tell me he liked feeding me and always implied he wanted more. And the truth was I did. My inhibitions had almost fully eroded. Especially when it came to taking his cum. I thoroughly enjoyed that and he knew it as well. Every day he came down my throat for nearly a week. I was coming over at night, visiting him at work even stopping by in the morning before work to suck his cock and swallow his cum. If we were away from each other for school or a job he would send me a text message.