His Loving Beauty

He let me get away with that, and I got up close to his dick again, this time letting my chin rest on the bed. I stared up at the beautiful monster that stood tall and strong above me. It was amazing. Slightly darker than the rest of his body, it had nearly bulging veins running up and down the shaft in twisting patterns. Yeah it was long, but I was most impressed by its thickness. It was at least as wide around as my wrist. It looked like a mighty beast standing victoriously over me, its conquered prey. I held it in my hand stroking him lightly. I was in awe of its power. It commanded to be served, and I was privileged to obey.

I looked up past the monolith to Damon's face, subtly asking for permission. He was still smiling and nodded. I reached my lips up to the base of the shaft and kissed lightly. I stopped, and pulled back a bit to see its reaction. It jumped slightly, and I interpreted that as approval. I kissed the same spot again, and then started moving up and down, kissing and licking it on all sides. I was getting so turned on I started holding the length to my cheeks and rubbing it all over my face, feeling its heat and my own saliva everywhere.

Damon moaned softly. Feeling encouraged, I pulled back again and angled Damon's dick down so it looked straight at me. I kissed the head and then slipped my lips over it, sucking and tonguing gently. I took it to the back of my mouth and then pulled back slowly. While repeating this motion, I tried to remember to lick under the head as I sucked on the monster stretching my lips obscenely.

In my mind I was marveling at the fact that I was actually sucking my first dick. If that wasn't satisfying enough, it was Damon's dick, and I had it in my mouth. My tongue felt comfortably at home running around the gigantic head that tasted so good. I'd spent countless hours sucking dick in my mind, trying to imagine what it would be like, but I'd never done it. Now that I was finally sucking my first cock, it was so damn big I didn't know how to handle it. I only hoped that my enthusiasm and intense desire to please were enough to make up for my lack of experience.

I wanted to give this wonderful man as much pleasure as I possibly could, so I slipped the big head into my throat with only a slight gag. Damon gasped sharply in pleasure and probably surprise. I smiled on the inside, proud of myself. I pulled back so it was barely within my lips and then went down again still letting only the head in my throat.

I kept doing this for Damon until I felt I could take more. On the next stroke in I plunged as much of his shaft into my throat as I could and held it for just a second. Damon immediately gasped again, his now tensed arms shooting down his sides and grabbed the sheets, he pushed his body up off the bed as he thrust forward sharply and froze there. I paused my movements, letting him adjust. After a second he started breathing again, both panting and moaning, but he didn't move. His face was looking up at the ceiling and his eyes were shut tight. Looking forward, I saw there was still much of his length left outside of my mouth. I wondered if I'd ever get the chance to get all of it down. Another moment and he relaxed his arms and legs, letting his body come back down.

I started sucking, slowly again, now playing with his big meaty balls with my left and, and running the fingers on my right hand through his nicely trimmed pubes. After I thought he'd relaxed enough, I started taking him into my throat again every few strokes. I tried to take him in deeper and deeper whenever I could.

His moaning was really making me want to get him off now. I set up a rapid pace, taking it as far as I could each and every time, fucking my own throat on his dick. I know I was a bit sloppy but it seemed I was doing a good job because after just a few strokes, he moaned and squirmed.

I was so happy I was making him feel good, but suddenly he stopped me. He put his right hand on my forehead and pushed me off. I looked up at him, not understanding why he didn't want me to keep going. He kept his hand there and laid his head back, his chest heaving as he panted. I wanted to keep sucking him but he wouldn't let me, so I just kept looking up at him waiting for his reason or permission.

Eventually, Damon caught his breath and relaxed a moment, then looked down at my curious, worried face. I was afraid he wasn't going to let me get him off.

He said, "Eddy... there's no way. There's just no way you've never done this before. No one can take that much their first time without gagging."

A smile broke out on my face and I giggled, relieved that's why he'd stopped me. I looked up at him and rubbed my left cheek against his thigh affectionately. "I read online somewhere that you can almost neutralize your gag reflex by gently activating it everyday. I've been doing that for more than a year, every time I brush my teeth. I wanted to be prepared."

He laughed and smiled down at me in wonder, shaking his head. "Fuck, Eddy, that's some serious dedication!" He chuckled. "Damn, it feels so good." I could hear the pleasure in his voice.

I beamed at him, and absolutely reveled in his compliment. I was so proud that I could please him. "Well then let me finish," I said.

He stroked my cheek as I licked all around his cock again, and back to the head. I put my mouth around it gently just like before, and worked both of us up to where we left off. I sucked as hard as I could, ignoring my sore jaw, and loving the feeling of my lips forced to accommodate this demanding behemoth. I returned to our previous pace and I began to lose myself in the pleasure of taking him into my throat.

I have no idea how long Damon let me go on like this, but at the time, I was so entranced in this pleasure it seemed like it had only been a few seconds. I suddenly felt Damon's hand on my neck as it applied some pressure, taking control. I obeyed the instructions his hand was kindly giving me.

At first he just increased my speed, driving my head up and down much faster on his meat. It was hard for me to keep up with him, but I didn't want to let him down. I just did my best to keep breathing through my nose and suck on the fat cock stuffing my mouth.

His breathing intensified as his aggression grew. He took my head in both his huge hands and pulled me up on my elbows. Then he pulled my throat down just slightly past my limit and held me there for a couple seconds. Slowly, he pulled the head of his dick back to just my lips, and suddenly thrust in deep. Damon did this repeatedly, holding my head tightly in place. He was panting and grunting as he fucked my throat mercilessly and I obediently took whatever he gave me.

No longer having to focus as much on pleasing Damon, I became very aware of the intense pleasure I was receiving from Damon's fuck. My own boner was trapped under me and I buzzed on the feeling of being under Damon's control. I whimpered happily as Damon used my throat to get off. I looked back up at his body and face and saw that he was looking at my lips making his dick disappear over and over again.

I was again struck by his stunning beauty. I reached my hands up to feel his hard pecs, awesome shoulders and I rubbed and squeezed those two big strong biceps, thanking them for keeping me in my place.

Damon suddenly tensed up and his pace quickened, going even farther into my throat than before, causing me to choke a little bit. The muscles in his arms were bulging as he held me tighter. In a deep feral voice, he grunted, "Yeah Eddy! Fuck!... Suck it Eddy, suck it!... Oh, fuck yeah! You gonna swallow my cum boy?" Still squeezing his muscled arms in my small hands, I half-moaned, half-whimpered, showing my eagerness to take my dream man's cum.

Damon lifted up just slightly off the bed again and held still in my throat for a moment and began to cum. He pulled out slightly to let me breathe and, more importantly, taste his cum. I have no idea how much he shot out, but it certainly seemed like it was a lot more than would be normal, and way more than I've ever done. I kept trying to hold some in my mouth so I could let my tongue soak in the taste, but he just shot more and more, and I had to keep swallowing.

Finally he stopped and dropped back down. He slipped out of my mouth and I relished his sweet taste. I moved the cum around in my mouth for a bit and then let it slide down my throat. I felt sated, my stomach full of his cum. I opened my eyes and looked up at Damon's face. He was smiling brightly at me. I averted my eyes and blushed, feeling embarrassed after he'd watched me drink his cum like it was a fine wine.

He laughed and ruffled my hair like you would a little kid, then just sort of stroked it gently. I looked up at him again and returned a bashful smile.

"You like that?" he asked.

I giggled, "What part?"

"Anything. What was your favorite?"

I thought about it and said, "I dunno. I can't choose. It was all so amazing. I loved every bit of it."

"Yeah, I knew you would," he said. He was obviously very proud of himself.

"Well, um..." My shyness returned now that Damon had gotten off and we were done. "I guess we should get dressed now."

I moved to get up but he grabbed my arm and said, "Whoa, whoa. Don't you wanna cum too?"

"Aw, that's sweet of you, but it's okay, Damon. I can wait 'till later."

"What? Why? Aren't you hard under there?" he indicated my mid-section.

I turned even more red and answered, "Well, yeah of course, but it's okay. I—"

"Come here," he demanded playfully. He suddenly turned me over on my back, making my very rigid boner wave around. In a flash, he pulled me up by my shoulders right in between his knees and my back up against his hard muscled chest and stomach. I gasped quietly in surprise when I felt his still semi-hard cock on my butt. I tried to pull away, telling him I can wait until later on, but he just cut me off again, shushing me and telling me to be quiet. He wrapped his right arm around my chest so I couldn't get away, then nudged my chin telling me to rest my head back against his shoulder.

"All right now..." his deep bass voice in my ear gently soothed me. "I'll do all the work. You just sit there and be a good boy."

It was sweetly satisfying to hear him tell me to be a "good boy." I didn't expect to hear that, but I definitely enjoyed it. A rush of pleasure went through me just from that simple instruction. It made me feel protected and that feeling brought me a sense of tranquility.

I bent my own legs at the knees and put my feet flat on the bed so that I was in the same position as he was. Both my hands held on to the arm holding me to him. I tensed again as his left hand reached forward to my own throbbing little hard on. I closed my eyes and relaxed again. When he started stroking me, I immediately began to moan completely involuntarily, surprised at how great it felt to have Damon's hand there, even better than I'd imagined.

He chuckled quietly. "Feel good?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I breathed. He squeezed my body.

I turned my head to look at his face. He was already looking at me, smiling. I moaned quietly again as we looked into each others' eyes.

I wanted so badly to kiss him. I wanted to show him the appreciation, affection, and even love I had for him. Looking into his eyes, I decided not to, thinking that a kiss on the lips might be too much for him. I was too worried he'd pull away and get grossed out.

I just sat there in his lap and stared at him for a moment. I surprised even myself when my impulses suddenly seized complete control over me. I closed my eyes and swiftly stretched my head up to kiss him right on the lips, and felt that scratchy facial hair again. It was more than just a peck of a kiss, but it only lasted a couple seconds. Still, I savored it and was grateful he let me do it. I knew I'd remember that short kiss forever.

After the kiss was over, I slid back down his chest to sit on the bed. He slowly blinked once, but didn't stop smiling or stroking me. I kept looking at him, my head still resting against his shoulder, our eyes still locked. I was surprised again when he bent his neck down and put his face right against mine. Our noses and foreheads touched lightly.

He stroked me faster now and I closed my eyes again. Soon I was writhing in pleasure under both his grips on me. I whimpered again and far, far too soon I was cumming on my own stomach. It was unquestionably the best orgasm I'd ever had.

Once that magical feeling passed, I opened my eyes, and Damon was just as I'd left him, staring at me, smiling wide and pressing his face to mine. I smiled back at him and giggled. He laughed as he got a couple tissues from the nightstand and cleaned up the cum on me.

He put his hands on my knees and rubbed them a little bit. I wanted to get up so that he wouldn't get too uncomfortable but by holding me like that, he was letting me know I didn't have to go anywhere. I decided I would stay there for as long as he let me.

"Feel good?" he asked me again.

"Yeah. That was amazing. Thank you so much Damon."

He shook his head, "No, no. Thank you, Eddy. That was easily the best head I ever got."

I beamed with pride and pleasure at his praise. "Anytime you want," I laughed.

"Wonderful. We will be doing that a lot."

I laughed at first, thinking he was joking, but even though he was still smiling, his face told me he was absolutely serious. I stopped laughing. "Wait, you really mean it, don't you?"

"You fuckin' kiddin' me? Blow jobs whenever I want? Fuck yeah I mean it."

I grabbed his right arm with both hands and squeezed, urging him to not lead me on about this. "Wait, wait. You're a hundred percent serious. You will really let me suck you again?" I almost got hard again just thinking about it.

He threw his head back and chuckled loudly at my excitement. He looked back down at me with a big grin and said, "Yeah, you'll like that won't you!" He stuck his right hand in my side and started to tickle me as he kept teasing, "You can't wait to suck on my big hard on again, can you? You fuckin' loved that dick in your mouth, didn't you?!"

He continued to playfully mock me and he soon had me breathless and on my back from his torturous strokes on my skin. My head was right in front of his crotch, and without even thinking about it, I kept glancing at the resting beast. I just couldn't help myself. Even though I couldn't get turned on because I was deep in the throes of laughter, barely able to breathe, my eyes were drawn to it.

Damon noticed this and teased me more about it, saying I just couldn't get enough, and he was right. I begged him to stop but he was clearly enjoying this too much. It wasn't long before I couldn't even get out my pleas for relief.

When he finally decided I'd had enough he pulled me up against him, this time with my right side against him, I let my head rest on his chest. My eyes were closed, and I was still laughing a little. I was stunned when I felt his arms wrap around me, and then his lips on mine, kissing me softly. I stopped laughing and looked in his eyes. His expression was dead serious now.

Pulling his lips away, he locked my eyes in his and softly began, "You are so full of joy Eddy, it's amazing. Your sweet innocence, it's so precious... I really do care about you Eddy. You know that? I care about you... so much. I think about you. You know that? I didn't even realize it until tonight, but I do. Like, while I'm at work or something, I wonder how your day's goin' and shit like that."

I didn't know what brought about this change in tone, but whatever the reason, his tender words made me blush and brought a quiet, shy smile to my face. He was making me feel all mushy inside.

He continued, "You know, if I don't see you all day, I start to worry about you... I'm just now figuring that out but it's true. I've gone to sleep thinking about you, hoping you're happy, and I never noticed it, because to me, it's the most natural thing in the world for me to care about you."

These words quickly brought tears to my eyes, and he wasn't finished.

"Sometimes when I invite you over... it's just 'cause I wanna keep an eye on you. I never really thought about it that way. I didn't know that's what I was doing, but it was. I thought I was just being friendly, and I was doin' that too, but... there was more to it than that. I was being protective. 'Cause I really care about you. You know that? Do you know how much I care about you Eddy? More than anything else, Eddy. More than anything."

I could tell he meant it, and by this time, tears of happiness were streaming down my cheeks as I smiled and looked into his beautiful eyes. He just kept looking at me the whole time, now with a very slight smile. His right hand came to my cheek and he wiped away my tears as they kept coming. I held his arm with my left hand, and just stared back at him in wonder.

Eventually I regained my ability to speak. "I take it back. You're not a nice guy... Look at you, making me cry... Big jerk," I joked. After another minute or so, I was still speechless. "I don't know what to say," I told him.

He took a deep breath and said, "Eddy, I love you, babe."

A feeling surged through my heart and I couldn't stop myself from throwing both my arms around his neck and pulling myself up to kiss his lips. Damon quickly took control of the lip lock, grabbing the back of my neck with his right hand as his other arm wrapped around my lower back. He kissed back hard, covering my mouth with his. When his tongue demanded entry, I happily accepted it.

He brought me up by my butt so that I was on my knees facing him and then softly but urgently pushed me onto my back, never releasing my lips. He laid flat on top of me and caressed my body tenderly, kissing me sweetly all over my face, and always coming back to tongue my mouth. He kept at it for a long time, and I just couldn't get enough.

His kisses were wonderful, but add to that his body weighing heavily on my own, I felt like I truly belonged. It wasn't just the feeling that he possessed me. It was that I could feel every pound of his power enveloping me in his care. He made me feel safe and secure. I grabbed his back as tightly as I could to keep him on top of me so that I could bask in both his physical strength and warmth, and his affectionate protectiveness.

He stopped kissing for a moment and held his head just barely above mine, still looking into my eyes. "I love you so much, Eddy."

"I love you too, Damon."

He kissed me again. "I wanna fuck you, babe." Hearing him call me "babe" made me want to serve, please and obey him forever.

The thought of him fucking me, I admit, was scary. But I wanted it so bad. "Lemme get some lube."

"Okay, babe," he said, kissing me again before I got up.

I quickly writhed out from under him and ran to the bathroom to get some lube. I grabbed it out of the cabinet and caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked at myself, and that feeling I got when Damon told me he loved me welled up throughout my body and mind again. Its power was shocking.

As I walked back to the bedroom, a smile of sheer euphoria spread across my face. That gargantuan, vampiric burden of loneliness finally was lifted from my exhausted and grateful shoulders. My entire being was wracked with relief. I had a genuine sense of walking on air. I can tell you, it was a real feeling, not an exaggeration. I had no sensation in my legs and feet; they were completely numbed, and I simply could not care if they were still there or not as I floated peacefully along.

But it was so much more than that. It wasn't just relief. It wasn't just the greatest feeling of my entire life. It wasn't just the most incredible rush a human could ever hope to experience. I felt righteousness. A void of perception that I'd never even known existed was suddenly full. I hadn't yet understood it, but I now recognize that this was the beginning of the astonishingly adamantine bond of love. In those moments, my existence was only my love for Damon.