Date: Sat, 14 Feb 2015 13:55:42 -0700
From: victoria boy <victoria_boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Steps to Sucking Cock, Chapter 24

Steps to Sucking Cock
      by victoria_boy@hotmail.com
M/m/M+, dorms, oral, mild domination, one way sex.

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Part 24

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Part 24

For ten minutes after the boys had finished they did not let me clean up,
leaving me sitting in awkward positions as to stop the two loads of cum all
over my face from dripping everywhere.  After the initial runniness had
passed, I carefully moved from my position on the floor over to my dresser
so I could at least put some pajama bottoms on.  While I was on the move I
pointlessly tried to hide my erection, causing snickers from Brad and Sam.
Cole remained silent, as he had when Sam suggested I not clean the cum from
my face, but even though he didn't speak I could tell he was almost proud
of me.  Pride was perhaps not the correct descriptor, but I could tell when
I was doing something that pleased him.

Putting the PJs on did not help to hide my erection, and the cum and been
dripping down my cheeks and over my chin, down my neck, and even onto my
chest and shoulders in some places.  I could tell my right ear had cum
drying in it, and I assumed the boys' seed was also drying in my hair.  It
was embarrassing to be watched like this by Brad and Sam, but the way it
pleased Cole was different.  Cole did not view this act as something to be
laughed at.  Instead I felt Cole almost respected me more for understanding
my place in the group.

Knock knock.  I froze at the sound of someone rapping their knuckles on the
outside of our dorm room door.  I had just put my PJ bottoms on, was
covered in still wet cum, and given that Brad and Sam had been talking when
the knocking started there was no way to pretend we were not there.  Brad
and I locked eyes.  My eyes were desperately looking for help—a
solution—anything to get me out of this situation.  Brad's eyes were
laughing at the hilarity.  It felt like time had frozen and I thought the
world was about to end.

It was Cole who had the calm head and clarity of thought.  I had not even
noticed him stand up until he walked through my pleading stare at Brad.
While passing me Cole took hold of my arm, walked over to my small built in
dorm closet, opened the door and guided me to hide inside.  I dove in to
safety and was closing the door behind me when I heard the handle to the
hallway door jiggle and open as some friends came to see Brad.  I could not
really hear the conversation outside over my pounding heart.

After a few troubled moments, I heard the door close and I thought there
was almost silence outside my hiding place.  I did not dare move in case I
was wrong, but only a few seconds later there was a set of footsteps
approaching the closet door.  The door was opened and there was Cole
standing with the bright window shining over his head from behind him.

"You can come out of the closet now," Cole said with no hint that he was
aware of a double meaning.  "Brad and Sam left with Brad's friend."  Cole
had a smile, but was generally calm and matter-of-fact about the situation.
Cole was behaving as if it were just a routine course of action to find a
hiding spot for a cum covered friend when somebody knocks at the door,
where as in my view he had just saved my life.

Taking a few seconds to accept that it was safe, I slowly peered out of my
little den but only saw an empty room, save for my hero who was taking his
seat with his phone as if nothing had happened.  I was slow in coming out
into the room, fearful that the all clear was really some sort of a rouse
to expose my cum covered face to the world.  It was not and I came out and
did my best not to look awkward as Cole and I were unexpectedly alone
together.

"How long will they be gone?" I eventually asked Cole, who had been busy
doing whatever on his phone.  He stopped what he was doing and looked up at
me before answering.

"They didn't say.  Actually, they didn't say anything at all.  Kinda rude
not to invite us, eh?" Cole said with a smirk.  "You should message them
and ask how long they will be gone," Cole added after a brief pause.

I sent Brad a text saying "Hey, where did you guys go? Cole is asking how
long you guys are gone for."  Within seconds I got a reply informing us
they were going over to another dorm to see some friends and were not sure
how long they would be.  Cole said he was hungry and suggested I clean up
before we go to eat.  I did, and we went out to the cafeteria.  The dining
room was almost empty and we sat on our own.

"So how long have you been sucking cock?" Cole asked me as I was buttering
my pancakes.  I shot him a glare to try and say this was not a topic we
discussed in the cafeteria dining room, even if nobody was sitting within
earshot.  Cole decided to lead me into answering when I was silent.  "Were
you doing this in high school too?"

With a stifled voice and a re-sharpened glare I blurted "No!" and hoped
Cole would drop the subject.  I was not so lucky.

"Was Brad your first then?" Cole asked, willfully ignorant of my objection
to this topic.  I was blushing by this point, and squirmed as I nodded, but
Cole carried on as if this were a completely appropriate conversation to
have.  "How many cocks have you sucked so far?"

"Will you keep your voice down?" I asked Cole, trying to sound harsh.

"Oh, sorry," Cole said, then he leaned in and continued in a hushed and
methodically slow voice, "how many cocks have you sucked so far?"  Cole
kept eye contact with me, and I surrendered.  At least he was quiet.

"Just you three," I shyly answered, breaking eye contact as I did.

"Not even at a glory hole?" Brad asked.

"What's a glory hole?"  I asked, exposing exactly how naive I was to Cole,
and the look he gave me was of total disbelief.  Cole explained to me what
a glory hole was, and how there would definitely be one on campus
somewhere.  He explained that guys would just go there, stick their cocks
through the hole and get sucked off.  I couldn't believe this was a real
thing.

"Have you ever been to one?" I asked Cole.  He confessed he had, but that
most of them had little holes and his dick was too wide to fit through.

"You only met Brad at the start of the semester?"  Cole was going to be
pressing for a full history but anything more than a short answer was
killing me.  I nodded, but of course Cole had a follow up.  "You're really
good for someone that new.  Had you ever thought about sucking cock before
you did it for Brad?"  I shook my head.  "How often are you sucking him?"

Admitting all these details to Cole was difficult.  Deep down I knew how
incriminating these answers were, but actually admitting them to someone
else made everything sound so much worse.  "I dunno," I responded at first,
"it depends on his mood."  Cole was not going to let me get away with
dodging the question so he asked me for an average.  "I guess two times on
average—sometimes only once, sometimes three or maybe four times.  Only
more when he has Sam visiting."

"One to three or four times per week?" Cole clarified.  My heart sunk
knowing how bad that sounded, and how much worse the truth actually was.

"No," I said, almost choking, "per day."  Both Cole and I sat in silence as
that sunk in.

"Oh.  OK."  Cole looked deep in thought.  I guessed he was trying to think
of an excuse to walk away.  "Wow," was the next thing he said, and I swear
I could see him carry a one as he was adding up how many times I had sucked
my roommate's dick this semester.  He was deep in thought calculating what
a slut I was.  I'd heard Brad share with Cole some of the steps I'd taken
since my journey began, but I don't think Cole really understood until
these questions had started.

"That explains why you've become so good so fast I guess," Cole said with
his trademark smirk.

"I didn't start actually sucking until part way through the semester," I
said in a pathetic attempt to sound a little better.

"That's still a lot of practice.  How do he blowjobs fit into your daily
schedule, you know, typically?"

My gaze at Cole tried to convey how uncomfortable these questions were to
answer.  "I dunno.  I mean, I guess pretty much every night before bed."

"That's only one.  What about the rest?" Cole asked, looking for details.

I was slow in answering, and was full of pauses.  "If we have a break in
the afternoon he usually, uh, wants one.  If not in the afternoon then the
evening as a study break or something.  Sometimes he gets one first thing
in the morning, you know, like before class starts."

"I love getting my dick sucked," Cole started, "but I don't know if I could
keep up that sort of pace.  Impressive."  I don't know if Cole thought Brad
was impressive for being able to cum that often, or if I was impressive for
being able to suck that much.  "Have you ever said no when he has asked?"
Cole inquired.

My reply was barely audible, as if being quiet would make it any less true.
"No."

"Does Brad ever actually have to jerk off anymore?  Or are you taking care
of all his needs?"

I knew it was unlikely Brad had to jerk himself off at all, but I didn't
want to tell this to Cole.  "I don't know for sure," was my way of
answering without actually lying.

"I knew he had a good thing going," Cole said, "I just didn't know how
good.  I would love to never have to jerk off.  You're lucky you're not my
roommate.  Do you always jerk yourself off while you're sucking him?"  When
I didn't reply right away, Cole added, "When you're allowed to jerk off at
all, that is, I mean.

"It's complicated," I said, hoping that would be enough.  Cole raised his
eyebrow to tell me I needed to explain.  "He does not usually like me to
start until after he is finished.  I got to once though."

"He's only let you jerk off while you're sucking once in all those times
you've sucked him?"  Cole wanted the story, and after a few prompts I told
him about the time on denial where I was allowed to shoot right after Brad.

"Do you ever jerk off other than after you have sucked Brad?"  Cole asked.

"Yeah, of course!" I said confidently, then went to think about it, and I
realized I couldn't remember the last time I had jerked off without Brad or
Sam's cum either freshly deposited on my face or in my belly.

Cole saw the doubt come across my face.  "Really?"

My eyes sunk.  "I dunno.  I guess not so much anymore."

"Do you do your jerking off right after he's done?" Cole asked, wanting a
timeline.

"Yeah, uh, usually I guess... if there is time I'll do it right after."  My
own embarrassment did not even register this high.

"If he has cum on your face, do you clean it up before you jerk yourself
off?"  Cole was calm and natural asking questions that made me squirm.  I
couldn't even bring myself to answer.  I just shook my head, and even
looking down at the table I could still see Cole smile.

"Besides what I saw this morning, any other ass play?" Cole asked.

"Last night was the first time," I admitted.  At least that didn't sound
too bad.

"Yeah they told me about that," Cole said with a laugh, then following up
with "so you've never played with your own ass?"

I had my mouth open to proudly state that I had never played with my own
ass when it occurred to me that I had stuck my finger in while I was in the
shower today.  I looked down while I made my admission to Cole.  "Today
while I was in the shower.  I was just checking if everything was ok, you
know, back there."

Cole left a long pause for me to recover, but it only made me more
embarrassed.  "At what point did it start to feel good?"

"Oh Jesus," I said as I squirmed, "man I don't know.  It just, well, I
think it's just because I'm on denial.  I hated it at first, but, well you
know, it just didn't hurt as much as I got used to it."

"I think it was more than you got used to it.  You were throbbing, moaning,
and you pushed back on Sam.  I think it felt good."  Cole didn't push me
for a response, and I was in no position to deny his statement.

Over the next twenty minutes Cole must have asked a hundred questions.  The
order quickly became a blur for me, and if Cole had not been so friendly
and approving of what was going on, this would have felt like an
interrogation.  Cole asked about how frustrating it was to not be allowed
to cum when I wanted to, and about all the places Brad had me suck him on
campus.  By the end of Cole's questions I thought he had a fair
understanding of what was going on, but he had still missed several details
that I did not volunteer.

"Well, it is pretty clear that you are a cocksucker," Cole said after a few
moments of silence and an apparent end to his string of questions.
"Sucking cock is your true passion and calling in life.  You still seem shy
about it—kinda cute—but sucking cock obviously turns you on, and
you've got a real talent for it.  You've got a strong desire to please, and
that makes you even better.  I think you're getting a lot more out of this
than you admit.  You really let Brad do anything he wants.  Eventually you
won't fight it."

"Should I stop letting him get away with so much?" I asked Cole, genuinely
concerned after answering all these questions that I had given Brad almost
total control.

"That's the thing about being someone's cocksucker: It is supposed to be an
uneven power distribution.  A blowjob is all about the pleasure of the guy
being sucked.  The two of you are working together towards one common goal:
HIS orgasms.  If you are as much of a cocksucker as I think you are then
you should always make sure he gets what he wants.  The more satisfied he
is, the happier you will be in the long run.  He may not let you cum every
day, but when he does you'll know you've really made him happy.

Cole's words were both embarrassing and comforting.

~~~~

When we got back to the dorm room after breakfast it looked as if Brad and
Sam had returned and then left again.  I sent another text to Brad looking
for an update on their timeline.  Brad replied that he and Sam had gone for
breakfast.

"Ask if you have time to suck my dick," Cole said as if it were a normal
request.

 "Tell him you want to know if there is time for me to suck your dick?" I
looked at Cole hopeful that is not how he expected me to reply.  Cole gave
no response at all, so I tried to highlight my concern: "Like actually type
that into my phone?"

"Sure, why not?" Cole said.

There were a hundred reasons why but I still typed "Cole wants to know if
there is time for me to suck his dick" but I did not hit send.  Instead I
paused and thought about if this was a good idea.  Cole saw I was finished
typing and reached out his hand for me to give him my phone.

After reading the message, Cole typed a bit and hit send before returning
the phone to me. When I got it back the sent message now said: "I'd like to
suck Cole's dick if there is time. I thought you'd want to know so you
don't walk in with friends."

I had just finished reading the sent message when Brad's reply came back.
"He wants to go again already? Ya you have time to give him a blowjob if
you want."  With only a little bit of prompting I quietly read the text to
Cole.

Cole stripped himself down.  His dick was hanging but I could visibly see
it grow as it bounced with each step as he walked to stand in front of the
bucket chair I was sitting in.  When he stood in front of me his dick was
pointing just below straight out, and the tip of the head was pushing
through the foreskin.  "Pull the skin back, put it in your mouth, and just
let it rest there."

I put my phone down on the arm of the chair, opened my mouth and wet my
lips as I pulled back Cole's foreskin, and I saw a fresh spot of precum
form at the slit.  I looked back up at Cole as I guided his semi erect
penis into my mouth.  My tongue was the first part to make contact with
Cole's head, and I savoured the taste of the fluid.  As the tip passed
through my open lips, I closed them around the slick head and let them open
to allow more cock inside as it got wider.

For about two minutes Cole just had me sit completely still as his dick
first grew to fully hard in my motionless mouth, and then throbbed and
pulsed as I stretched my lips around his girth.  I could feel and taste
Cole's precum as it oozed out onto my tongue.

When Cole felt in the mood he would periodically do a slow pull out of his
cock, rub the head around my lips, and then slowly push back in my mouth.
Once back inside, Cole would rest there until he was ready for more
stimulation.  I sensed the questions from earlier had him pretty turned on,
and even though there was limited movement in this blow job, his hormones
were quite stirred up and just found being inside my mouth very satisfying.

I was doing some thinking while just sitting there with Cole in my mouth,
and was trying to remember the questions he had been asking in the
cafeteria.  If I remembered right Cole had been most interested in how
subservient I was to all of Brad's requests.  The little speech about how a
blowjob is supposed to have an uneven power distribution was tossing around
in my head, and knowing more about what Cole expected out of a cocksucker
helped me to fit my role.  The hardness of my own penis helped me stop
fighting my place.  Cole's thoughts were the biggest turn on for him right
now, and since I knew what he was thinking about I could play my part to a
tee.  Right now my job was a warmer for his throbbing cock.  Any hole on
anybody would make Cole's dick feel good, I just wanted him to be glad he
had chosen my mouth.

While I was sitting there feeling Cole's cock throb, I used my fingers to
touch his balls or reach up to his shaft and pull the foreskin fully back.
I tried to tilt my head as much as possible so I could look up over Cole's
body and face, trying to pick up on cues so I would know when to flick my
tongue.  From Cole's own actions I could tell the head of his dick was very
sensitive today.  When the head was pulled out I could feel it swell as my
lips gently caressed around it, and when it was buried in my mouth I could
feel the entire shaft throb when my tongue moved against it, and my own
cock would throb in my pants moments later.

Cole's thrusts were becoming more common, but the intensity remained very
controlled.  Cole was loving being slow and methodical.  I noticed Cole
would usually look down at me when the head of his dick was at my lips, and
I tried to look back up at him.  He was pulled out of my mouth like this
when he next spoke.

"I think you should get your own dick out for some edging."  I knew it
would be torture but I didn't care.  I missed cumming so much that stroking
my own dick sounded very appealing.  Going from standing in front of Cole
as I stripped down to dropping down to his cock level reminded me of my
place.  I sat on the edge of the chair this time and reached out to take
Cole's dick back into my mouth without being asked.  I was allowed a few
moments to play with Cole's nice hard penis on my own terms and stroked my
cock at the same time.  My body twitched as I struggled with my own
horniness, and Cole was pleased.

Cole drew his dick out to my lips.  The head of his cock was parting my
lips, but not pushing in much past my teeth.  I was pushing my lips out to
have more contact with Cole's most sensitive parts.  I was looking straight
down the shaft as it pointed directly towards my mouth.  I could see the
crown of the head outside my lips, the wide shaft, and the veins as Cole's
heart pumped blood through this monster.  Cole's right thumb was placed on
the top of the shaft to hold his dick from springing upwards, and I could
see his fingers go along the side of the meat down out of my view.  My own
fingers easily circled around my own penis, but Cole's were not even
visible coming up the other side.  I wanted to touch Cole's cock to make
sure it was real so drew up my right hand came up to grasp the shaft, and
as I made contact Cole released his own hand allowing me the freedom to
play with this toy.  My fingertips were on top and my thumb along the tube
on the bottom as I slowly slid my hand back to Cole's body and then forward
towards my mouth.  As I moved forward, the foreskin of Cole's cock cascaded
over the spit slicked crown of the purple head and met my slightly moving
lips momentarily before I pulled it back.  I could tell by the throbbing
and Cole's breath that the head of his dick was very sensitive at the
moment.

Cole replaced my hand with his own, slowly stroking his shaft while the
head kept getting caressed by my wet lips.  In this position he said "This
is how I'm going to cum this time."  I was expecting him to continue and
explain how he was going to cum, but as I continued to lap my lips at the
swollen head of his cock I suspected he was demonstrating instead of
explaining.  I continued to slowly and systematically brush my lips around
Cole's giant head, and was proud to make him moan as I kept the same pace
but brought my tongue out of my mouth to make contact with even more of his
most sensitive nerve endings.  My fingers touched the same part of my own
dick and I throbbed in helpless horniness.

A few moments after moaning Cole sunk his entire dick deep into my mouth,
pushing at the start of my throat for the first time this session.  Not
making it in on his first attempt, Cole withdrew slightly and was on his
way back in for another try as I began to reposition my head and neck so it
would open for him.  By Cole's third thrust I was in much better alignment
to accept his cock into my throat.  Having deep throated Brad on several
occasions I knew the basics, but the width of Cole's cock was a significant
challenge.  The fourth thrust was the most successful, and though my body
did not stretch enough to let Cole's dick all the way in, the head had most
definitely pushed at least part way.  Eager to please, I was pushing
forward to meet Cole's fifth thrust, but instead Cole pulled out to my lips
again.  I immediately noticed how slippery the head of his dick was, and I
was figuring it out on my own as Cole spoke.

"That's the nice thick saliva from the back of your throat," Cole started,
"it lets your lips slide so much better around the head."  Cole drifted off
as he blissfully enjoyed the stimulation from my lips.

As the thick saliva began to break down, Cole dipped back in towards my
throat to pick up some more.  While Cole was pushing inward I started my
head moving outward to meet his invading cock and to better align my
throat.  The wide dick made it into the opening at the back of my mouth,
and Cole sighed with pleasure as he held it in briefly, then pulled back to
take another run at it.  Each of the next three thrusts went a little
deeper, but I still had a full inch and a half of shaft outside my lips.
The head felt so tight inside my throat, and I knew it would be nearly
impossible to take more.  The laws of physics did not seem to bother Cole
though, who took three more calm and deliberate thrusts before pulling back
out to my lips.  I was taking a break from touching my own dick when Cole
started pushing deep, and even though I was consciously concerned, my dick
throbbed and leaked precum every time Cole moved in.

The saliva on Cole's cock head this time was very thick, and my lips were
able to smear it quite nicely.  The slow pace showed me Cole was so excited
that he only needed little bits of stimulation.  It gave me time to be
deliberate with every tongue or lip movement, and even let me prepare for
every thrust into my throat.  I also had a chance to process the feelings
in my own body.  My cock was very hard and my balls were drawn up tight.
My throat felt deformed when Cole pulled out—not damaged, and not
painful, but definitely stretched.  When I had deep throated Brad this
feeling was something I did not notice until after the blowjob was over and
it only lasted a few hours at most.  The stretch from Cole's dick was
immediately noticeable, and I could tell I'd be feeling it for days.  As I
lapped my lips and tongue around Cole's slippery dick head I hoped this
monster was not causing permanent damage.

"When I cum I'm going to be positioned just like this," Cole demonstrated
how his cock head would be parting my moving lips, but not quite
penetrating my mouth.  My head was adjusted to look up to Cole's face as he
spoke, and this brought my lower lip out a bit further.  As the purple head
moved around it drew my bottom lip with it, exposing the soft inside of my
lips that slid very nicely on the uber-sensitive underside of Cole's cock.
"Push some more saliva out," Cole instructed.  I pushed out a little bit at
first, but then used my mouth to force saliva from my throat and pushed
that out next.  The extra spit helped Cole's dick glide across my lips as
if on a cloud.  "When I start shooting I want your lips to keep moving just
like this... keep this exact pace, and use my cum as lube to be spread all
around my cock head."

I had a very strong image in my mind of how this orgasm was going to look
for Cole, and in my ultra horny state the visual had me so close to my own
edge that I had to let go of my cock. Brad's dick became very sensitive
after he started cumming, but Cole was excited about the extra stimulation.
I typically was very excited when the dick in my mouth started ejaculating,
and I made a mental note to stay relaxed with soft lips and a steady pace
when Cole started shooting.

Cole plunged deep in again to my throat, and on the first thrust he made it
further than before, leaving only one inch of cock shaft outside my lips.
My relaxed state was making this easier.

"If we work on it, I might be able to make it all the way in," Cole said.
"It is too wide for most people to take.  I'm not going to lie, I'd be
pretty impressed if you could make it all the way down."  I could feel the
sexual energy pulse through Cole's dick as he thought about fucking his
cock all the way into my throat.

I tried to say "Fuck no!" and put up my hands to brace myself, but Cole
heard what he wanted to hear and assumed I was moaning and releasing my
penis because I was so turned on.  I could feel the sexual energy build
through Cole's dick as he thought I was an enthusiastic participant.
Cole's right leg stepped forward and touched my dick causing it to throb
and providing him with all the confirmation bias he needed.  There was no
stopping Cole's desire.  I was tense for Cole's next two thrusts and though
he made it as far as before he made it no further.

As if sensing I needed to relax, Cole pulled out and my lips lapped up all
the thick throat saliva.  While the cock was only at my lips I had an
opportunity to tell Cole that I didn't want him to destroy my throat with
his dick, but his contact with my own cock had me very confused.  I thought
about saying something, but Cole was so turned on and I didn't want to ruin
the moment for him.  As I was having the internal debate of if I should
stop this, Cole started giving me instructions.

"Your neck needs to be stretching forward a bit and lift your chin up as if
you are pushing your head forward.  It straightens out the bend at the back
of your throat.  If you try to push your tongue all the way out to your
bottom lip and then press the back of it down you'll make more room back
there for my dick."  As Cole was giving instructions he started some
exploratory test thrusts until I got into the right alignment.  "And
relax!" Cole said with a smile I could hear.

The thrusting became more bona fide, and the first one made it easily into
the entrance to my throat leaving only an inch outside.  Cole was not
pushing for all at once and was just making sure he was able to make
progress each time.  I thought I was taking things very well, but then out
of nowhere my gag reflex kicked in.  Cole immediately pulled out of my
throat but kept his dick head at my lips.  After I'd recovered from the gag
I noticed the saliva covering Cole's prick was even thicker than before.

The break was short lived and Cole was back to stretching out my throat.  I
caught myself being frustrated at how slow things were progressing, wishing
Cole would just ram his dick all the way in.  I wondered how muddled up my
brain must have been from wanting to stop this just a minute before and now
wishing I could take it faster.  Cole was still thrusting with only one
inch remaining, and it suddenly became a point of pride for me to take
Cole's dick all the way in for him.  I found myself pushing down to meet
Cole's inward thrusts.  Once my desire changed and aligned with Cole's,
things started to progress across that last inch of hard cock.  With the
next push only a quarter inch extra went in, but the push after that felt
like it was in slow motion as I watched the last inch just disappear into
my mouth.  Cole's whole body shuddered as he paused with my upper lip in
his pubic hair and my bottom lip touching his scrotum.

Realizing he was cutting off my air Cole smoothly pulled out, and as he
vacated my throat I could feel how much it had been stretched.  I was
suddenly worried that I would never be the same and knew I should not let
the deep throating continue.  Cole had different ideas, and now that he
knew he could make it all the way in I found he quickly started back
inside.  My head was simply pulled forward and the thick throat saliva
around the head of Cole's dick made it easier for him to push all the way
in again.

Through a groan I heard Cole saying "Oh fuck, yeah that feels good... fuck
yes... look at you taking the whole thing for me." This second full deep
throat push was held in place a bit longer and was quickly followed by a
third, fourth, and more as I lost count.  I did not think I was turned on
at all anymore, but Cole repositioned his leg and my throbbing cock told me
otherwise.

"How do you want me to cum?"  Cole asked while he continued to fuck my
throat.  "Do you want to see it and taste it at your lips like we talked
about?  I could also let you feel it throb as I cum deep in your throat."
Cole realized I was not answering and pulled back to my lips to give me a
chance to speak.

I slipped the head around my lips for a few moments as I tried to gauge how
much my throat had been deformed.  I tried to swallow and it was
challenging to get the throat muscles to work properly.  I looked up at
Cole who was still waiting for an answer.  I cautiously whispered as I was
unsure my voice box would even function after Cole's throat fucking, "At my
lips, like we had talked about."

I found Cole's facial expression difficult to read, but then he smiled and
pushed back into my throat where he fucked deep several times again.
"Where do you want me to cum?" Cole asked again as he started pulling out.

Thinking Cole had not heard my answer I repeated "At my lips," and watched
his face closely as he pushed back deep deep inside for another round with
my throat.  I could feel his dick pulse and stretch my throat even further
as Cole showed how excited he was.

"Where do you want me to cum?" Cole asked a third time, but he continued to
fuck my throat to give me a chance to think about my answer.  Cole was
asking where I wanted him to cum, and I did want it at my lips like he had
described, using his cum as lube to surround his pulsing cock head.  Just
the thought of that made my own dick so hard.  Being deep throated while
Cole ejaculated was not what I wanted.  I was only doing the deep throating
because it turned him on so much.  That's when I realized my mistake.

As Cole pulled out again I was prepared with the correct answer.  I
lovingly caressed the head with my lips as I swallowed before answering
clearly and loudly.  "I want you to cum wherever you'd enjoy it more."
Cole's face beamed as I accepted my place in the decision making process.

"Good answer," Cole said with a massive smile.  I felt his dick head throb
repeatedly as he looked down at me.  My acceptance that I was here for his
satisfaction had him on the edge of a release.  Cole slowly and
deliberately pushed back down into my throat and I prepared for him to
shoot his load straight down my gullet.

Once Cole was all the way in I felt him pulse, but it was not the start of
an orgasm.  Cole pulled out to my lips again and I understood he had only
dipped in to fetch more lube.  I was excitedly lapping away at the big
purple head of Cole's dick with my lips and tongue when he reminded me to
slow my pace down.  Cole was clearly on the edge of cumming when my phone
text ringer went off.  I ignored it, and Cole did too.

"Fuck dude, I'm getting close.  Fuck.  I like using your mouth.  Such a
good cocksucker..."  My own cock strained as I heard Cole's words of
praise.  I pulled my dick away from Cole's leg as I knew I could not take
much stimulation while he was cumming.  Cole plunged in my throat deep, and
then pulled back out to my lips, and then repeated.  The head of his dick
was very firm now that he was so close to cumming and my throat was
stretched even a few milimeters further.  I could feel Cole's pleasure
building, and was only vaguely aware of my phone ringer going off.  Cole
pushed his leg to follow my dick as it had tried to escape his reach.

Cole just sighed and I knew his orgasm was here.  He was deep in my throat
when the sigh started, but to my surprise I felt him slowly pull out from
deep within my throat all the way back to my lips.  Out of pure instinct I
repeated the lapping behaviour that I had been practicing for Cole's entire
blowjob.  The first volley of cum hit me at the same time as the
realization Cole was sticking to his original plan of shooting at my lips.
As thick and wet as my throat saliva had been, the pure viscosity of Cole's
cum was an order of magnitude better as a lubricant between Cole's
engrossed cock head and my soft lips.  Just by coincidence I was pushing my
lips forward around the head when the first delivery of cum arrived, and my
forward motion pushed the warm liquid all the way up to the crown.  As I
pulled back my soft and relaxed lips just flowed over the hard skin
underneath.  I had started moving my head angle to look up at Cole's face
when the second shot came.  The slit of Cole's cock was resting underneath
my upper lip when it fired, and the pressure was simply too much.  Cum
flowed both directions in the crease formed between my lips and Cole's cock
head, and some overflowed up towards my nose.  Remembering Cole's
instructions, my lips stayed relaxed and kept a steady pace.  I just let
his shots come out and his cum end up wherever it happened to.  I looked up
and saw the pure ecstasy in Cole's face as my tongue greeted the exploding
head while my mouth went inward during the third shot.  I was careful to
keep as much of Cole's cum around the head as I could so his dick could
glide around no matter which direction my lips and tongue moved.

I felt like I was truly making love to the head of Cole's dick as it fired
on, around, and between my lips.  I could not help letting a moan of total
satisfaction escape my mouth as Cole's eyes slowly opened, the eyeballs
still rolled back in his head at first then coming down to focus on my
face.  Once Cole looked down he grunted softly and the next two shots
actually increased in intensity.

I reduced my lip and mouth movements as the strength of Cole's ejaculation
faded.  I was still very turned on, and actually had to use my hands to
stop Cole from touching my dick with his shin.  Cole kept staring down at
me, and clearly liked what he saw.  His stare was interrupted by my phone
buzzing to remind me of the missed call.  I was happy to ignore the phone,
but Cole reached out for it and took it from the arm of the chair.  Still
being so horny I was happy to have a few extra moments with Cole's still
hard and lightly pulsing cock at my lips so did nothing to stop him.

"You should edge yourself a little bit," Cole said casually, "It will help
you make some good memories when you can finally jerk off."  My now very
infrequent lip movements caused Cole to wince in a mix of pleasure and
discomfort from the over stimulation.  While I edged myself I let my eyes
wander over Cole's whole body as he was distracted with my phone.  My eyes
traveled across his body, noticing his chest still moving from heavy
breathing, and his abs still tense, all the way down to the shaft of his
cock still resting at my mouth.  My own dick stirred deeply as I took
everything in.

"Brad wants to know if you're done.  I told him I just shot my load,"
Touching my own dick had me too horny to care about what Cole was saying,
then I realized he must have noticed and remembered my unlock pattern if he
was reading and replying to texts.  I looked up at Cole and he was using
the hand on his cock to draw his dick head back slightly, taking my lower
lip outward as he pulled back.  I could feel cum run off Cole's dick and
around my lower gums.  When I looked all the way up at Cole's face I was
comforted by how happy his expression was and I almost smiled myself.

"Perfect," Cole said as I heard the shutter sound for my phone's camera go
off.  "Absolutely perfect."



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