“Oh, yeah, that’s good!”
He had moaned that into my left ear in between his heavy breaths, hunched over me, his hands holding my head in place, his hips thrusting forward and back, his hard cock sliding in and out of my mouth. Our clothes were scattered somewhere on the floor of his bedroom, but whereas he wanted to be naked in the privacy of his house, I did not. He was taking longer than the previous time when he had me trapped like this on my knees before him and my eyes were tearing, my neck was straining as I worked to keep it at an unnatural angle to accommodate his upward thrusting cock as it moved faster and faster in and out of my mouth.
“Don’t you stop, keep sucking it,” he demanded, increasing the grip of his hands holding the back of my head. With each push forward he was pumping his thighs up and into me, almost lifting my knees up off the carpet as the swollen head of his dick slid against the roof of my mouth, touching the opening of my throat as he was as far into me as I could accommodate and I was struggling to not gag on him. He had told me that he didn’t want to hear any gagging, that if I was a good sucking boy I could do it without making any noises of discomfort. He had also told me that I was to suck him, not just provide an opening for him, and I was to work my tongue around the underside of his seven plus inch long cock as he thrust in and out of my mouth. The unique taste of skin was present as was his distinct smell, not overpoweringly bad but not pleasant either and with each push of his midsection into my face his bush of medium brown hair above his hard shaft would make contact with my nose and eyes.
John was older than me, probably about 21 compared with me having just turned 18, a rather young looking 18, at that. I lived in a state where the legal drinking age was 18 and when just a few days earlier I had gone to a liquor store to buy a six pack of beer, the guy at the counter looked at my drivers license, which in that state had no photo on it, and said it had to be fake because I looked a lot younger than 18. He eventually concluded I really was 18 after grilling me with questions from my license information and another customer saying he knew me and I was indeed who the license said I was. Thinking about it now as an adult decades later, a few years of age difference has few implications at this point in life but back then it seemed huge. John was several inches taller than I was and more maturely developed compared with my thin and smaller frame. I was a smooth boyish type of guy and had yet to really start the transition into an adult whereas he was maturing into a man with muscle definition, a face that needed shaving each day and hair on his legs, chest, stomach and around his cock. Overpowered by him, I steadied myself while he continued to pump his dick in and out of my mouth. I had reached around his legs and held onto him just below his butt cheeks to steady myself and not be knocked over backwards as he worked himself into me with increasingly urgent and more forceful thrusting.
“Mmmmm, yes, that is so good,” he murmured, not as any form of compliment but simply a statement of what he was feeling.
For me, though, it was anything but good. I didn’t want this. I had not wanted it the first time it happened a couple weeks earlier and I didn’t know how to make it stop because I was afraid of what he had said would happen if I didn’t continue to do what he demanded. My mind wandered a bit, probably a subconscious defense mechanism to take me at least mentally away from what was occurring. I shouldn’t have gone to his house that first day, that’s what I thought as I felt the definition of his cock, the enlarged head, the veins that ran along the sides, moving past my lips, over my tongue and against the inside of my mouth and throat.
“Yeah, that’s good, keep it up,” he said, his voice snapping me back into the present, pulling me away from the brief mental diversion from being in that room with him. I could feel his body beginning to stiffen. “Ohhhhh, yessssss,” he said as his cock swelled and I had to widen the opening of my mouth to accommodate his rock hard dick’s increase in width. He adjusted his position, his moves became jerky and I knew he was beginning the process that would end with him unloading in me. His hands left their grip on my head and he lowered his chest onto my back in a sort of bear hug over me as he continued thrusting his hard cock into my mouth. He reached around and locked his hands together holding onto my stomach to get the angle he wanted and I felt him press his torso firmly against me, the side of his face and rough cheek coming to rest and rubbing against my ass cheeks.
“Take it, suck me,” he cried out as he thrust himself into me with intensified urgency. He was overpowering me, I was working hard to not collapse under the weight of him, to keep my mouth positioned so his dick could make its continued entry and retreat, to move my tongue the way he said to do to give him otele gelen escort the pleasure he required from me. I then felt his hands slide from holding my stomach and move down and envelope my cock and balls and begin to fondle them as he continued the assault of his hard shaft in and out of my mouth. He was rock hard but I was only somewhat firm as he rubbed my dick with his hands.
“Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm,” he groaned in time with his thrusting and then he made a firm push into my face, his balls touching my chin and his bush of pubic hair pressing against my upper lip and nose. He pushed himself hard into me, held firm for a moment pressed inside me to the limit my mouth would allow and his rod convulsed as his cum shot out of him and into my mouth. He screamed, “Oh, oh, ahhhh, ahhhh,” as he pumped his rigid cock with each shot of warm liquid that comtinued to flow and fill my mouth. I could not help gagging at that point as it felt like my air was cut off and I wanted to spit him out but he would not recede enough from me, sliding back but not out, only to return in and seal his cum in me.
“Swallow it, swallow you cock sucker” he commanded but I coughed instead and his cum splattered out around his cock as my lips reflexively opened, coating his balls and the hair above his still hard shaft. “Damn you! You pussy,” he yelled as he pulled out of me and grabbed me by the shoulders.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I tried but I just couldn’t,” I blurted out.
He said nothing but glared at me and then pushed me, sending me onto my back on the floor before him as he stood up above me panting and continuing his stare into my tear filled eyes. I scrambled back from him and got up, rushing out of his room and into the bathroom in the hall. I spit his cum into the sink, ran water into my hands and splashed it onto my face. I feared he would come in and grab me and make me pay dearly for not following his order that when he came I was to swallow all of what he shot into my mouth. But he didn’t.
When I went back into his room he was finishing putting his clothes back on and he just looked at me and said, “Go ahead, get dressed and get out of here. And remember, don’t you tell anyone about this or else.”
He didn’t have to elaborate because I knew the threat. It was practically always on my mind since he first issued it a couple weeks earlier. I rushed to put my clothes back on and left John’s house. I had not wanted this. I didn’t even know “this” could happen. I had engaged in some mild sexual activity such as skinny dipping, reading Playboy magazines with a couple of friends and having the excitement of that clandestine viewing turn into us playing with each other’s cock and jerking off together but it was all with guys who were my same age and similar in bodily maturity to myself. It was all quute innocent comoared to what had occurred with John and I left his house in a stunned state of mind, still reeling from the experience and thinking thatnuf I had never come to know John it would have been just fine by me.
John and his parents had moved in across the street from my house one fall. With a three or so years age difference between us, he was not really a friend but instead just someone that I would see outside occasionally and came to know after some neighborly introductions had been made between our families. Our interaction with each other for the first several months was pretty much just to say hello and exchange idle chatter if we’d see each when I was out riding my bike to somewhere or when I was hanging out with friends in the street in front of my house.
It was the following summer on a rainy afternoon that I was outside my house in between periods of rain and John had also come out of his front door and called over to me and we began talking. He invited me over to his house when the rain started up again and I decided to go. I think I was expecting that we’d probably watch something on TV. When we got inside John directed me to the dining room and we sat at the table and continued talking. He indicated that both of his parents worked and he didn’t have much to do but hang around his house during the summer break in school.
When I made an indication of going back to my house, John commented on the rain being pretty heavy and said I’d get soaked and that I ought to just wait it out. He then suggested we could play cards to pass the time, went to get a deck of cards and returned to the table.
“You know how to play poker?”
“Sort of,” I replied.
“It’s simple. I’ll show you how.”
He dealt a few hands and it seemed like a fun time so we continued for several hands.
“You’re doing great. You know, the real fun of this game is when you beton each hand. It gives you something to play for”, John said.
“I don’t have any money with me.”
John replied that it did’t have to be money but could be anything. “I’ve played strip poker with some friends where balgat escort the loser of a hand had to remove a piece of clothing.”
“Did you do that with girls?”
“Sometimes, but I’ve also played with just some other guys. It’s all in good fun. How about we give it a try.”
There was some hemming and hawing on my part but John persisted and the rain kept coming down so I ended up agreeing to give it a try. He dealt the cards and I lost the first hand and took off one of my sneakers as my penalty. I lost just about all of the follwing hands whereas John just lost a couple and I found myself sitting there in just my shorts while he had only removed his sneakers. I told him that I thought I should probably be going but he pressed for us to keep going and finish the game when one of us was down to being in just his underpants. I knew that I was just one loss away from that and I’d probably be the one having to take off my pants but figured we’d just end it then. We played the hand and as I expected, I lost so I hesitantly stood up and was about to take off my shorts but he stopped me.
“Oh, my winning hand was with a straight and that means you have to do a double penalty and remove two things.”
Since I was down to just shorts and underpants that meant I would have to take them both off and be naked in front of him. The situation had turned to something that I hadn’t expected and I told him I didn’t really want to do that.
He replied, “Look, guys do this sort of thing all the time so it’s no big deal.”
Even though I had undressed and been naked with some friends my age and we had played around together, something felt very different being with someone who seemed a lot older than me and I gave him about every reason I could think of why I didn’t think we should do that. John said it would only be a quick thing and that he really would like it if I’d play the game to the end. I finally gave in and turned around facing away from him and pulled down my shorts and underpants. He said I needed to take them all the way off and I did but still stayed turned away from him.
“You have to turn around facing me.”
I knew I wasn’t going to get away without doing what he wanted so I turned to face him. My cock was about three or four inches in its soft state and I had practically no body hair. John commented that he really liked my young, boyish look. He then stood up and before I knew what was happening he walked past me, bent down and grabbed my clothes off the floor saying only to follow him. I was kind of shocked as he just walked away into his front hall and up the stairs. I realized I had no choice as I needed my clothes in order to leave so I went up. The rain had really picked up and the heavy clouds outside resulted in the upstairs hall being pretty dark when I got to the top of the stairs. I saw a room at the end of the hall with a light shining out of it and so I went there. John was standing inside and I stopped and nervously stood in the doorway. He said to come over to him. I moved toward him and he then said that since he got to see me naked it was only fair that I should get to see him without his clothes, too.
“You don’t need to do that, John.”
In a somewhat hoarse voice with his eyes riveted on me he said he wanted to do it and he wanted me to take his clothes off him. The situation was overwhelming with me standing there naked and all sorts of thoughts rushed through my mind that made me feel very scared and his voice and look on his face made me feel like I had gotten myself into a bad situation. John must have sensed my feelings and he made light of it, laughing a bit and saying it wasn’t a big deal, that I should see what I’d be like when I finally matured a bit and got older and he then said he’d just undress himself. I stood there as he did and he kept talking the whole time telling me to take it easy and just go with the flow. As he removed his clothes and I saw more of his body it became more apparent to me the difference between us was significant. Instead of being my same size and maturity, like my friends who I had sexually played with, he was much taller and once his shirt was off I saw that had hair under his arms and on his chest. He continued to take off his clothes and when he slipped his pants and underwear down with one motion I saw that he had a full patch of hair above his cock, a very big cock compared to mine and one that spang up when his waistband was lowered and was now standing up very hard and large, probably seven inches versus the fewer inches that my friends and I were. I just stood there frozen in place and John came over and put his arm around me and led me over to his bed.
My world seemed to be spinning in my head as I sat down next to him on his bed and he put his arm around me and pulled close against him. I glanced a couple times at his cock, standing straight up from his waist and almost seeming to strain it was so hard. I felt quite elvankent escort small, both overall and from the perspective of my smaller soft dick compared to his, as he first rubbed my back and shoulders with one arm and then added the second to put me in an embrace.
“John, this isn’t right. I really need to leave. I can’t do this.” It didn’t make any impact at all, in fact, it seemed to caused him to increase his caressing of me. He was running his hands all over my back, shoulders legs, neck. And then he moved to my cock and began massaging me there.
“Oh, I like your dick” he said as he worked it to try to get me to harden. And despite my total lack of wanting to be there in this situation, it worked. I felt myself getting hard as he rubbed up and down my shaft and swirled his comparatively large hands around my balls.
“See, you’re beginning to like what I’m doing, aren’t you you?”
I replied, “No, John, I don’t know what’s happening but this isn’t what I want”.
With that he pushed me over and onto my black on his bed and pressed himself against me as he drew his face up to mine, placed his lips onto my mouth and began urgently kissing me. He held me in place as he ground his mouth on mine and said things like, “Come on, you want this, just go with it” and he continued his urgent kissing, pulling off my face to say, “Oh you have a sweet mouth”.
I was appalled and practically paralyzed with fear at this. The thought of being kissed by a guy had never entered my mind and here I was being devoured by this guy who had total control over me. He kept it up and also took my hand and moved it to his hard cock and as he continued kissing me and running his tongue over and into my mouth he told me to rub him, to make him feel good and he moved my hand as he wanted me to do on my own for him. His dick felt huge, the patch of hair around it felt threatening and I resisted but he became more insistent.
“Just do it. Quit being a wimp and make me feel good”.
Out of fear of this bigger guy maybe becoming violent I did my best to rub and stroke him, not enjoying a second of it.
This went on, John pressed against me from above grinding against me, making me massage his cock and balls, rubbing his shaft against my leg and side and holding me in a tight grasp as he did so. Then he raised himself up a bit from me and said, “Ok, now for the real fun,” and he sat up on the side of his bed with his legs dangling over the edge. He reached over and pulled me first up to a sitting position next to him but then started to move me off the bed. I hesitated and he looked at me and said sternly,
“On your knees boy” and made it clear with how he was moving me that he wanted me to kneel between his legs. I did so, resigned that I had no control at all and he was going to simply get what he wanted. I positioned myself right between his legs and I adjusted myself on my knees and thought he was going to have me use both hands and concentrate on rubbing his cock and balls from that position so I reached forward and put my fingers around his shaft.
But John corrected me: “Suck it” he said.
The friends my age who I had stripped with and played with naked together and I had never even hinted that we wanted to do oral play. We didn’t even talk about it and hearing John demand it I was stunned.
I said, “No, I can’t do that.”
John replied, “You have no choice” and he reached a hand out, put it around the back of my head and pulled me down and toward him. My face went right against his cock, my lips unintentionally landing against the shaft as I was forced into the position he wanted. He held me there and then said, “Lick me. Run your tongue all over me” and realizing I was in a hopeless situation, I just did it.
I knew I had no choice and I started licking up and down his cock, slowly tasting something I couldn’t describe but something that felt wrong. John worked my head and face with his hands, telling me to lick and make him wet all over and I did it, not willingly but because I just didn’t see any alternative.
“That’s nice. You lick cock good. Oh, that’s it, gently on my balls. Lick me, and get me wet”.
I continued doing what he wanted, hampered at times by his hairy body as my tongue raked into the hair surrounding his dick and even though what he had me doing was repulsing me I realized that was not all he would want and there was more to come.
And I was right, because he then said, “OK, now suck me,” and he moved my head into position such that my mouth was at the top of his extremely hard shaft. He pushed down and I had no choice but to take him in, his cock head sliding between my lips. I only took a bit at first but John made it clear that he wanted more in me and he moved my head up and then back down, repeating tge up and back down motion, each time pressing me a bit lower. It wasn’t long before I gagged as the head of his engorged cock touched the back of my throat and I jerked up.
“That’s OK, you’ll figure out how to handle all of me,” he said as he pushed me back down, my mouth taking him back into me. It was humiliating, scary, overwhelming and it seemed like I had the sound of a freight train rushing by sounding in my head but I had no choice and I recall thinking to myself that I was doing what he made me do, not what I wanted to do.