The Creeper

Apparently Clay really did know what he was doing, because all of a sudden, he let my left testicle pop out of his mouth, and in one motion, he sucked up the right one. Now he was giving that one the same attention that he had given the first, and the feeling was indescribable. My cock was so swollen, it felt like the skin was going to split open, and as he sucked and slurped on my nuts, it bounced up and down, pointing its now purple head directly at me. My pee hole was open wider than I've ever seen it, and I chalked that up to just being so fully engorged with blood.

I wanted to cum so bad that I had trouble keeping my hands away from my cock. It was beckoning me to just wrap my hand around it and give it a few quick strokes. It wouldn't take much at all, but I wanted to feel lips wrapped around it.

Finally Clay pulled away and let my now saliva coated balls drop back down. I hissed out a lung full of air as he stuck his tongue down into the crack of my ass and slowly licked upward, between my balls, to the base of my bouncing cock, then all the way up to the crown. That alone nearly sent my cream flying, but Clay wasn't done yet, not by a long shot.

"Holy fuck!" I exclaimed as he lifted up and grinned at me.

"Having fun yet?" he asked.

"I ah...fuck yeah," I muttered.

"Do you want me to continue?"

"Mm-hm, yes please," I gasped.

He looked down at my cock, stuck his tongue out, and flicked the sensitive spot beneath the head a few times, making my pole dance around and sending me closer to the point of orgasm.

"You're very close to orgasm, aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes-s-s," I hissed.

"Do you want me to finish you?"

I repeated myself, "Yes-s-s"

"How badly do you want me to finish you Devon?" He asked then stuck his tongue out and wiggled it very lightly on the head, making my cock jump and my hips rise up in an attempt to get more pressure.

"Very badly," I moaned. I was delirious with need as he playfully moved back again.

"Badly enough to suck my cock?"

An icy chill went down my spine as I suddenly sobered up and looked him in the eyes. There was no way that I would be able to do that.

"I-I-I can't," I stuttered, "I've never-"

"I don't think you're ready to cum Devon," Clay said, "We should hold off for a little while." He made a move to get up and I lunged for him like a child lunging for his mother.

"No wait!" I shouted as I grabbed his arms. Then I realized what I had done and quickly let him go. "I'm sorry," I said as he looked at me with clouded eyes.

"What do you want Devon?" he asked with a just a hint of anger in his voice.

I felt very small right then, like a child who had broken a window. "Please don't stop," I whispered, and motioned toward my painfully erect cock.

Clay sighed loudly and his face softened. "If you want me to finish you, you'll have to agree to suck my cock also. All the other guys did."

In all the stories I had heard about Clay, I had never heard that the guys reciprocated, they only said that Clay just loved to suck cock and he got off doing that. "But I...I don't...I don't know how," I mumbled. "I've never..."

"There's a first time for everything Devon, and I promise I won't tell a soul about what happens here today," Clay said. "So what's it going to be Devon?"

I looked down at my cock which had actually lost a bit of its rigidness, and watched as a pearlescent drop of pre-cum formed on the slit and grew until it began to stretch and slide down the head. My mother had once told me not to let my "little head" think for me because it would always get me into trouble if I did. I remember shaking my head and rolling my eyes as if I was just too far above any of that ridiculousness. Surely I wouldn't be led astray by my cock, I had far more self control than-

"Okay, I'll do it."

I heard the words in my ears, and the voice that said them sounded a whole lot like my own voice, but it couldn't have been me that said them. Could it?

"Good choice Devon. I knew that you'd come around," Clay said with knowing grin. "Now you're not going to chicken out when your turn comes around are you? I'd hate to see you turn into a whiny little bitch when it's time to pay the piper."

"No sir. I won't do that," I said with conviction in my voice. Where I had come up with that I really can't say, but it was there.

"That's good, because I would hate to find out that you're not a man of your word Devon."

"You can trust me sir," I said, sounding a bit like a soldier going on a mission in enemy territory for Christ sake. Looking back on it now, I see that he played me like Charlie Daniels plays a fiddle, and my "little head" did all the thinking for me.

Clay slid his hands slowly up the insides of my thighs until his fingertips slid into the gaps on either side of my balls, which had tightened up in my sack and pulled in close to my body. "Are you ready for the greatest orgasm of your life Devon?" He asked.

"Yes-s-s-s," I hissed, my whole body trembling with desire and need.

"Put your feet up on the sofa and tilt your ass up a bit more," Clay instructed.

At that point I would have gotten into any position that he wanted me in. I would have let him hang me upside-down by my ankles if he would have promised to finish me off. I did as he asked and felt more exposed then ever before.

"Get ready for the ultimate orgasm," Clay said, then leaned down and pushed his tongue against my asshole.

"Wha- what are you- ohhh f-f-f-fuck," I cried out as Clay insistently wormed his tongue into my anal cavity. It was unlike any sensation I'd ever felt before, and I was on the verge of tears from the agonizing pleasure that was shooting through my midsection. My cock was attempting to drain every last drop of blood from my body and was only restrained by the now angry purple skin that refused to stretch any more. I've never been one to brag about the size of my penis because I've seen plenty of larger ones in the school showers, but at that moment in time, I swear my cock was an inch longer than normal. The way I was sitting on that comfortable sofa was putting the tip of my cock just inches away from my own lips, and I truly believe that if I had tried to, I could have at least licked the pre-cum off the tip.

As good as the tongue in my asshole felt, it still wasn't giving me the release that I was desperate for, as the longer Clay was spending tasting my darkest depths, the more desperate I became. I was so desperate, that the idea of sucking my own cock actually started to seem appealing. So appealing in fact that I could picture myself stretching my neck forward and opening my mouth. I could almost feel the helmet shaped head sliding between my lips and-

"Do you want me to do that, or are you going to take care of yourself?"

I looked up in surprise at a smiling Clay who had stopped tonguing my asshole and was now watching me as I was actually in the process of stretching my neck and opening my mouth. For the record, I never did touch my own cock with my mouth, but I still think I would have been able to reach, and would have if Clay hadn't spoken.

"Oh ah," I mumbled and quickly dropped my feet to the floor. If I hadn't been so crazy with my need to cum, I would have been extremely embarrassed. I grabbed the base of my cock and tilted it toward Clay's mouth. "Please," I gasped and looked into his amused eyes.

Clay never took his eyes off mine, and I didn't close mine either as he licked his lips, then slowly engulfed my throbbing fuck stick into his warm mouth. When his lips were half way down the shaft, he stopped his descent and held very still. There was no movement from his tongue, no sucking involved at all, just half my cock in his mouth. I was on the edge of the greatest, most intensely mind blowing orgasm ever, and he just stopped for what seemed like forever. I was expecting him to do something as I stared into his unblinking eyes for several seconds that seemed like days, but he didn't move.

My cock needed just a tiny bit more stimulation to send me over the top, and I tried to get it by thrusting my hips up, but Clay must have been expecting that because his head moved with my thrust and nothing happened. Or at least I thought nothing happened, until I felt a strange pulse through my cock and the unmistakable feeling of fluid traveling up my urethra and out my slit. It was only one pulse, and only one drop of cum, as if my balls had become over filled and momentarily released the overflow valve to allow more room. There was no orgasm that accompanied that tiny release, but there was a feeling of relief, however slight it was.

I can't say for sure how long Clay kept me in that position with my cock teetering on the edge of oblivion and my mind teetering on the edge of sanity. I'm sure it was no more than a few seconds total, but just when I was beginning to think that I was going to go bat shit crazy if I didn't cum, Clay put his tongue in motion and mount Vesuvius erupted.

I'd like to say that I had plenty of past experience blowing my load to be able to explain what I was going through at that moment, but truth be told, all my other orgasms paled in comparison so much that I wondered if I truly had been having orgasms or just some minor pleasant feeling contractions that expelled semen. It was as if every other orgasm I'd had in the past was ripples in a pond from a drop of water, while this one was twenty foot swells from a hurricane. This was the greatest of all sensations magnified by one thousand and doubled. It was so consuming that my vision blurred and I started to think that Clay was some kind of homosexual vampire sucking my life away through my cock. I wouldn't have even cared at that moment in time either, because if I had died right then and there, I would have died with a smile on my face.

Through it all, Clay never took his mouth away. I could feel pulse after pulse of semen flowing up my shaft and into his sucking mouth. He swallowed over and over again, moaning and slurping and sucking some more. At some point that I hadn't even noticed, he had grasped the bottom of my shaft with his hand and was stroking and milking every last drop out of my balls. It felt like at least a dozen powerful spurts of cum had hosed the back of Clay's throat, and just when I thought that he was going to come up for air and let go of my cock, he did the opposite and swallowed the entire length into his throat.

"Holy shhhh- shhhhh- shhhh- ssshit!" I babbled incoherently. My cock head had become super sensitive, and now it was lodged into the tight confines of Clay's soft palate while his throat swallowed over and over, giving it a squeezing massage that was wigging me out. I was still erect, although not as erect as I had been before orgasm. My whole body was as tight as a piano string, as I wanted it to stop because it was too much, but I was silently begging for it to never stop because it felt so good. Then there was a new feeling and my hands became claws that nearly tore through the expensive leather of Clay's imported sofa. He had wrapped a hand around my balls and was tugging them down.

That day, Clay truly proved himself to be a master cum collector. Not only did he give me the most mind blowing, extreme orgasm of my life, but when Clay tugged my nuts down and slurped upward with his lips while his tongue laved the underside of my cock, I became multi orgasmic, and shot a second load into his sucking maw. Now I can't say that this second orgasm was as intense as the first; I don't think my body could have held up to any more all consuming pleasure; but I did feel the usual enjoyable contractions, and I felt more semen travelling up my urethra. This time it was more of a trickle instead of a blast though.

I'd like to say that I was cool about what had just happened, that I just collapsed back on the sofa until I caught my breath, but that would be a lie. As Clay finally released my well used cock from his magical sucking mouth, I was a total wreck. Tears were streaming down my face and my whole body was quaking with tremors from leftover adrenaline. My cock didn't look like my cock anymore, if that makes any sense at all. After cumming for a second time in mere minutes, it looked a bit like a slime covered pink slug. No longer was it standing tall and majestic with a swollen purple head.

Of course Clay looked none the worse as he stood up and licked his lips, while I was a quivering lump of useless muscles. Somehow I managed to raise my arm enough to wipe my eyes, and what do you know, I could see clearly again. Of course that just meant that I could see Clay lowering his pants and underwear, and the beast that jumped out of his chinos was truly terrifying.

"Well Devon, I guess we'll find out if you truly are a man of your word or not," Clay said as he wrapped his right hand around his half hard shaft.

Before my orgasm, when I was full of all those young man hormones, and my cock was still in charge, I could almost picture myself settling down between Clay's legs and sucking his cock, as long as it meant he'd finish me first. I had rationalized it was not that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things, and something that I would never speak of again. But now that I had spent all of my energy, and had fired off all my hormone rockets, my big brain was back in the drivers seat. At that point I was in a different frame of mind, and the thought of putting something like that in my mouth was as disturbing as eating a big plate of dung beetles.

My eyes were big as saucers as I starred at the massive slab of man meat in front of me. What the hell was I doing here? "Uh, look man, I ah..." I stammered, wondering how I was going to get out of this now.

"It's quite impressive isn't it?" Clay said as he swung his erect cock back and forth mere inches from my face.

I wasn't sure what to say, then my mouth just spoke of its own accord. "Yeah...it's nice," I said, then immediately wanted to kick myself. It's nice? Why the hell had I said that? While I was mentally kicking myself, I didn't even realize that Clay was smiling and moving toward me. Maybe I was hypnotized by the bulbous head floating in front of my eyes, or maybe I was just lost in a fog, but the next thing I remember was the spongy tip of his cock bumping up against my closed lips. I blinked and absentmindedly licked my lips, realizing too late that I had also licked the urethral slit of his cock. Was I really going to go through with this?

Clay slid his knee up onto the cushion, bringing his body right up close to mine and pushing the head of his stiff cock harder against my lips. It was at that moment that I noticed his musky smell, not at all unlike my own smell after a long day of labor. It was a smell that I had always secretly enjoyed and never really understood why. Now I was smelling it on another man and suddenly things didn't seem quite as terrible as they had a few moments ago.

"You're going to have to open your mouth," Clay said, his words shaking me out of my stupor. He was slowly sliding the head of his cock back and forth on my lips, wetting them with his pre-cum.

I've got to say that I never would have believed that I would willingly open my mouth and allow a man's cock inside, but that was just what I did. Clay wasn't rough about it, and I submissively looked up into his piercing eyes as he slid his cock into my mouth. Even with my mouth wide open his shaft barely fit. For some reason I wasn't the least bit scared at that point. It was as if I had just decided that it was going to happen, and he seemed harmless enough, so the trepidation I had felt earlier had all but evaporated.

The thing I remember most from the moment his cock slid in, was how warm and alive it felt. Although it was fully erect, the head felt much softer than I expected it to feel, and it seemed to fit nicely inside my mouth. I realized right away that having a dick in my mouth wasn't nearly as horrible as I thought it was going to be. It took me a few seconds before I completely closed my lips over him, but once I did, I also molded my tongue to the underside.

A moan escaped from Clay when my whole mouth wrapped tightly around him, and that encouraged me to push onward. Now it was all about exploring the ridges and bumps with my tongue. I could feel his pulse thumping around my lips and his smell was intoxicating. Every few seconds I felt his manhood lurch as my tongue slid over a particularly sensitive spot.

At some point during my first blowjob, I brought my hands up and gripped his ballsack lightly. It was almost an unconscious move on my part as I was so into the strange feeling of having a cock in my mouth, that I didn't even realize what I was doing until I felt his pubic hair tickling my hand. I spent a long time just feeling his balls through his scrotum, and it was obvious that Clay really enjoyed it. He kept grunting and moaning, and his cock seemed to somehow grow even larger in my mouth. I also could feel his piss slit leaking a copious amount of precum, something that seemed to have a slightly salty taste that didn't bother me in the least.

I don't know when it came to me that I was enjoying myself. Like I mentioned already, my mind was not really working like it normally did. But at some point during my first homosexual encounter, I realized that I liked sucking cock. Now don't get me wrong here, I still think of myself as a heterosexual. I'm not turned on by men, I love boobs and pussy and female ass. Does one homosexual act in a lifetime make a person homosexual? I think not.

Anyway, I was just coming to the realization that I liked sucking Clay's cock, when he puts his hands on both sides of my head and starts to thrust. Up to that point, I had only had a few inches of him in my mouth, but all of a sudden he's pushing up against my gag reflex on each thrust forward. I also hear him moaning much louder and when I looked up at his face I saw that he was on his final approach, if you know what I mean.

I hadn't planned on letting him cum in my mouth, but before I could push myself back and out of his grip, he yelled the words that I dreaded, "Oh fuck I'm cumming!". My hands came up to his thighs and I tried to push back, but Clay was in control at that point, and he just moved forward until my head up against the back of the most comfortable sofa in the world. I felt the head of his thick cock push all the way to the back of my throat, momentarily cutting off my airway and causing me to retch. My eyes went blurry from tears that sprouted and I was certain that I was going to choke on the log that was filling my throat. Thankfully, Clay pulled back far enough so that my gag reflex wasn't engaged, and that was when I felt the first dregs of his hot semen squirt into the back of my throat.

Clay let out another loud grunt and began to saw his tool in and out as more and more of his hot, sticky cum hosed down my tonsils. At that point I was just along for the ride and trying not to choke on the thick cream that was filling my mouth. My first reaction was to spit it out as quickly as I could, but with Clay's swollen sausage still in my mouth, there was no way I could do that. Then, before I even had time to think about it, my throat worked involuntarily and I swallowed the slimy gunk. I felt it sliding down, coating my throat. It was hot and runny and the taste was rather horrid. I can only describe it as metallic and bitter, and not at all appetizing. Of course, after swallowing once, my throat just kept working on its own and I swallowed a half dozen times until the only thing left in my mouth was Clay's softening penis and the aftertaste of his cum.

As he finally pulled back and out of my mouth, I gasped in a deep breath and coughed several times, spraying some cum spittle into the air. Meanwhile Clay stepped back and dropped into his chair to catch his breath.