I'll Do That

"Fuck my face. Fuck it hard. Get mad if you have to, but fuck it hard. You're going to do all the work, I'm just the receptacle for your cum. And Evan, don't hold back."

But he did hold back, at least at first.

He put one foot on the side of the tub and placed his ball sac over my mouth.

"Suck "em," he commanded.

I pulled the wrinkled flesh with my lips and felt the hard eggs beneath with my tongue. I lathed his balls and cock, making sure to get them covered with lots of saliva.

Evan then fisted his cock and started exploring my face with it, like he was looking for another way into my skull.

He poked my ears and squeezed out pre-seminal fluid so it dripped down into my ear canal.

He tapped the head of his cock on my eyes, reaching down with his hand to keep my lids open with his fingers while he wiped more fluid directly onto the eyeball.

He fisted copious amounts of pre-cum into my nostrils, closing my mouth so when I inhaled for air, I was forced to inhale his fluids as well. It tickled slightly to feel the pre-cum dripping down my nasal passage.

He started smacking my face with the underside of his cock, hard enough that I knew it would make my skin red, but I was thrilled knowing it was a precursor to the pending assault on my visage.

Then it started.

Evan pulled on the back of my hair, lifting my face to a slight angle from his crotch as he pushed the head of his cock between my lips. I whimpered.

He pushed down with the cockhead on my tongue opening my mouth and then he used his free hand to put his fist between my teeth while he poked my cheek with his cock. When my mouth was open as far as it would go, he removed his fist and shoved hard and fast so the head of his cock rammed against the back of my throat.

I tried to swallow it, but he pulled back just a bit and rammed forward once again.

This piston like in-and-out motion he kept up for a couple of minutes until my eyes started to water and mucous started running out of my nose. Then he buried his cock head past the sphincter of my throat and just held my head jammed up against his groin. I couldn't breathe, but I loved it.

Faster and faster he moved, forcing then withdrawing his turgid battering ram against the resistance my body struggled to put up, but still, through all the discomfort and panic as I was choking, I couldn't help but feel a part of me had found nirvana.

I'd seen many a face fuck on the internet and all those images came flooding back to my interior movie screen playing one after another and then all at once as I approached the point where my clogged air passage would cause me to black out. But Evan wasn't about to let me succumb.

At that very instant when I felt the world tilting away from me, he stopped, withdrew his cock from my throat, and as I started gasping for breath, he unloaded.

Cum mixed with the air I was so desperately needing, came rushing into my passageways, some going down into my belly, some being exhaled through my nostrils, and some, I'm sure, trying to find it's way into my lungs. And even though I know that's highly unlikely, the thought of it made me have my own spontaneous orgasm.

When it was over, he stepped out of the tub and started for the door.

"Don't move," he commanded.

I sank to the floor of the tub, sobbing and still struggling to breathe, but I didn't move any further.

When Evan returned, he told me to look at him.

As I lifted my face and started to open my eyes, I saw rapid flashes of light, one after the other. Evan was photographing me in my ravaged state.

When finished, he then went to the toilet, lifted the lid and let loose with a torrent of piss. When he was finished he walked back to the edge of the tub and held his cock up for me to see.

"Lick it," he said. "Lick all the piss and cum from your favorite toy. Make it clean."

I didn't hesitate. I took his cock into my mouth and used one hand to pump the remaining fluids onto my tongue. The mixture was intoxicating and I held onto the fluids for a bit before swallowing.

"Now rinse off but don't brush your teeth. I want you to dry off and go take a nap. Dream if you have to, but don't come out of your room for at least an hour."

I was in such a daze, I did exactly as he instructed, as if I had no will of my own, no ability to question, and no desire to be the least bit curious as to why he wanted some alone time.

I slept like a baby.

When I awakened, my throat was raw and my lips felt sore to the touch of my tongue and as it moved around the inside of my mouth, I tasted the residual fluids from the assault from an hour before.

And I had dreamed.

I'd dreamt I was swimming under a deluge of seminal fluids and thinking, within the context of the dream, that if I were to drown in an endless sea of cum, that I couldn't be happier. My first face-fuck had unlocked years of pent up curiosity and the actual fact was so much greater than the sum of all my previous fantasies.

I brushed my teeth and gargled with mouthwash. When I rinsed, I realized I was terribly thirsty so I went to the kitchen to grab a beer.

Evan was at the kitchen table working on his computer.

"Hey!" I said, opening my beer.

"Hey, yourself. Did you sleep well?"

"Like a baby."

Evan smiled and hit a key on his keyboard, then closed his computer, stood and came over and gave me a hug.

"You're beautiful."

"Says the man who just an hour ago raped my mouth."

"Just obeying the queen's instructions."

"Yes you were, weren't you?"

"All is well?"

"All is everything I'd hoped for. Thank you."

"Right back at you."

I took a big swig of my beer and sat down.

"Are you hungry?"

"I will be as soon as I digest the rest of your load."

"Let's have a late lunch out. When we come back, I want to show you something I've been working on."

"What's that?"

"When we come back. What are you hungry for?"

"More cum."

"Later, oh queen who must be obeyed. In the meantime, what might help keep your energy level up."

"Thai. That way, you can get that rice dish served in pineapple. They say fruit, especially pineapple, makes your cum sweeter."

"My cum's not sweet enough?"

"I didn't say that. I just thought it might be interesting to see if it works, seeings how I'm going to gorge on my new favorite dish for the next seven or eight days."

"Or until I go to the hospital with an acute case of empty balls."

I howled. I don't know why I found that image so funny, but I imagined Evan walking up to the ER nurse, saying, I seemed to be experiencing a severe cum drought. Can you help?

"Okay. Thai it is."

We feasted, eating all the sweet dishes our waitress could recommend and drinking Thai Ice Tea, until we were plump and sated.

Back home, Evan asked me to give him a few minutes to set up his computer with the big screen, and then to join him for his little show.

I took another quick shower to fully wake up, dressed in my favorite boxers and half tee, and then went into the kitchen to get some more beers.

When I joined Evan, he'd stripped and wrapped a large bath towel around his waist. I smiled, knowing where my head was going to be while I watched whatever it was Evan had put together.

"You know, while you were in the shower, I looked up the effects of fruit on the taste of semen. It works. However, alcohol apparently counters any of the effects and causes a slight bitterness to the taste. Are you sure you want to drink more beer?"

"Yup. I need the anesthesia for my shredded lips and battered throat."

"I'm not going to face-fuck you again."

"Awww."

"Now hang on. I didn't say ever. But we've only a few days left for you to live out your fantasies sucking me off in any one or another of your self described modalities, so I'd rather experience the variety, than to repeat any one type so soon after enjoying it for the first time. Okay?"

"No prob. It's your cock."

"And it's your mouth."

"Yes it is. So, what are we watching?"

"I put together a bit of a tribute for your future enjoyment, when all you have to turn to is internet porn. I hope you enjoy it."

"Let's see," I said as I unrolled his towel and lay with my head in his lap. I reached down and grabbed his flaccid penis and began to lick the head. It never went soft again.

Evan had cobbled together a number of my favorite scenes of all the ways a girl can suck a guys cock.

There were scenes of women paying homage to the magic wand.

There were more he'd strung together of a number of especially brutal face-fuck scenes.

He'd found and edited about a dozen gokkun scenes where he'd left out all but the girl tilting whatever vessel the guys had shot off in, and drinking the cum down, one after another. Then all the scenes repeated in a stripped down version, ending with a small screen of a small Japanese girl, standing beneath about two dozen men, all of whom were peeing on her.

But the kicker was what I'd barely registered at the edge of my consciousness.

As the center screen got smaller and smaller, the pictures he'd taken of me, after brutally fucking my face, were appearing one after another, from a small ghosting background image to the one of me with a bit of semen dripping from my lip with my eyes half-closed in a far away dream like state, coming fully into focus. It was brilliant how he'd put it all together so quickly.

I said the only words I could find that would compliment him in any meaningful way. "Play it again."

This time I nursed his cock in what I called the lollipop manner; sucking, licking, sucking again, over and over until I got what I was after.

Evan's cum flooded my mouth and I swallowed slowly imagining the girls in the video that we were watching were aware that I too, was taking a load down into my belly.

Over the next four days, I blew Evan twice each day. He went down on me once again, but I really didn't want any further distractions keeping me from enjoying, and maybe even sating (at least temporarily) my thirst.

I asked Evan to hold off cumming for the last few days, as I wanted to worship his cock on the day before our parents returned. I wanted a massive load in my belly, one I could remember for a long time. Evan complied.

The last night, I knelt between his legs, and paid tribute to the cock that had pumped so much semen into my mouth, throat, and belly.

I spent well over an hour just nuzzling it on the outside of my face, neck and naked breasts.

Then, I took him into my mouth and nursed gently for what seemed like at least a couple of hours, until I could tell by the grimace on his face and his tightly clenched eyes, he was doing everything possible to hold back his orgasm until I had exhausted my need to worship cock.

I had one last thing I wanted to try. When I was ready for his cum, I stuck a finger up his ass-hole and pressed against his prostate.

When he let loose, he unleashed a veritable ocean of cum. I started crying with joy as I swallowed, sniffled, and giggled like a schoolgirl who'd just stolen her first kiss. And oh, what a kiss it was.

We both fell asleep, him on the couch, and I at his feet, for an hour or so. When we woke up we both knew this part of our life was over, maybe not forever, but at least for now.

Postscript...

I watch the clips Evan stung together for me on a regular and frequent basis. Evan has a copy and I'm sure he watches it from time to time as well, as I know Claire still has no interest in anything "down there." As far as I'm concerned that's her great loss.

I know we'll get together from time to time. The video he created for me tells me he loved it as much as I did. I also know that when both of us are old and gray, we'll have this episode in our lives to bring a smile to our face. For me, it was the best spring break of all time.