Servicing Mike's Big cock

I had met 20 year old Mike, the brother of my married friend Pat, as Mike moved from Austin Texas to Bellflower California where I lived.

Pat had asked if Mike could stay with me for a while in my one bedroom apartment until he got settled.

Pat and I had been deployed together in the Marines and he was a good looking guy that I liked being around, so I said yes.

Mike had ridden the rodeo circuit in Texas for the last two years and wanted to try California. He was a bull rider along with bucking broncos. He told me there was money to be made if you were good and he said he was good.

Mike was a easy going charming charismatic straight guy that had fucked a lot of girls and was full of stories of his conquests.

I was a little jealous of how easy it was for Mike to score with the women.

He was 5'-8", around 135 pounds, muscular and worked out to stay strong for his rodeo riding.

He could sit in a chair with wooden arms on it, straighten his arms, pull his legs up through and go into a handstand, incredible!

There wasn't an ounce of fat on him, just toned muscle.

I was mostly straight, but leaned to the Bi side and was drawn to this Cowboy Stud from Texas as I had been drawn to his brother Pat, but nothing had ever happened between us except perhaps in my thoughts.

Mike wasn't body shy.

My eyes were always on him as he moved around the apartment, much of the time hanging out in his white briefs or just going commando in some short Wrangler cut offs, without a shirt.

I couldn't help but watch his body move and many times my eyes dropped to his full crotch as it seemed he was packing a lot of meat.

He told me his older brother Pat's cock was 7-1/4" but he was bigger at 7-3/4", thick and cut!

At that point, I had never seen him totally hard, but took him at his word. Definitely something to think about.

While serving in the Marines, I had seen his brother Pat naked in the shower many times and had dreamed about having sex with him, but he was a straight arrow through and through.

As a bunk mate, I had watched Pat sleeping and couldn't help looking at his skivvies sticking up with his thick hard on.

Once while he was asleep, I lightly touched that tented fabric, running my finger tips down the length feeling his rigid tool, It jerked when I touched it.

Immediately after I went into the head and jacked my own hard cock cumming quickly.

Mike's hands were often on his dick, tugging, rubbing and some pulling, getting it adjusted in his Wranglers. (Pat had done the same thing.)

Mike caught me several times as my eyes were on his crotch and he would just smile his easy going smile.

A few times, I caught a glimpse of him stroking his dick in the shower with the bathroom door open.

Mike told me his cock needed a lot of attention.

He got it from the girls that were always around him, but he always wanted more.

One day he was in the shower with the door open. I was sitting in a chair and could see into the bathroom.

As he washed himself, his hands were all over his semi hard cock, washing, pulling and working it continually.

He finished, grabbed a towel, wiped off a little, then hung the towel around his neck, walked out naked and stood in front of me as he continued drying off.

He was talking half to himself but also to me as he worked the towel.

"Damn I'm horny!

I need someone's hands and mouth and tongue on my dick.

Help me out won't you Dave."

"Come on, I know you want to. I see you looking at it all the time. Go for it!"

With that he stepped even closer as his big cock rose up, the foreskin peeling back from the bulbous head as it became rock hard.

I was licking my lips without even knowing it. My eyes on this large long thick piece of meat.

I was watching breathlessly as he slowly stroked it a few times which caused some precum to form on the tip as his club started to bob in arousal. Using his finger, he scooped up some precum and rubbed it on my lips.

My tongue came out on its own and licked my lips tasting him for the first time.

I felt his hands on my shoulders as he squared himself in front of me slowly pushing his hips forward.

I looked up for a moment and saw the intensity in his eyes as he slowly smiled and pushed the head against my lips parting them and slid half way into my mouth.

He stopped for a minute and just sighed. I looked up past his cock in my mouth and could see that slow smile spread wider across his face.

What could I do?

Suddenly I was a cocksucker for the first time. I realized I really wanted to please him. He reminded me of his brother so much.

I started sucking and licking this big, hard, throbbing, alive piece of meat.

It was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

Hard, but velvety soft. Warm, almost hot!

I realized I liked it in my mouth.

I felt my own cock get hard in my pants.

A faster hard-on than I had ever had.

Rock hard.

I moaned.

I felt my nipples go erect.

No doubt.

I was turned on.

Big time!

I moaned.

Mike moaned and tightened his hold on my shoulders as I discovered the new me.

A cocksucker.

I brought both hands up and wrapped them around the shaft, which was bigger than my own, and used my tongue and lips all over the head and shaft, exploring this new thing in my mouth, this new experience.

As I started to really get into it, Mike's hands moved up from my shoulders to my head.

He tangled his fingers in my hair, holding my head, guiding my mouth for his pleasure.

He moaned and I moaned again. I had never realized what this would be like to both him and me.

Mike started to thrust in and out of my mouth slowly.

Each thrust pushed the head of his cock just to the back of my throat.

I coughed and gagged a little but stayed at it.

I really didn't have much choice as he held me tight to his groin.

Then it happened.

With both of his hands behind my head, He thrust the saliva covered shaft forward hard, impaling the head of his big cock just into my throat.

I panicked as I couldn't breath, but he didn't care. This was all about him. I was just the one receiving him.

I could feel the head and shaft pulsating like it was a living thing trying to get into its burrow, my throat.

Instinctively, I tilted my head back and swallowed each time the head hit the back of my throat.

He took more than a dozen hard deep strokes, each one entering my throat a little deeper until my nose was pressed against his hard belly.

I was gagging, choking, his cock triggering my gag reflex. I felt several tears roll down my cheeks.

My hands came up to his hips trying to push him back, trying to get his big cock out of my throat so I could breathe.

It didn't work. Mike was too strong!

I simply endured, somehow accepting the punishment I was getting from him.

As I slobbered on his cock, he picked up the pace even faster, harder, face and throat fucking me until I had black spots before my eyes.

Sometime during the long minutes of the throat rape, my hands had slid up and were on his tight muscular butt cheeks pulling them toward my face, encouraging him to fuck my face harder and he did!

After a couple of minutes, I dropped my hands to my side, submitting to him, trying to relax and breathing as best I could.

It went on for a while until Mike called out, slammed his big piece of meat into its burrow and shot rope after rope after rope of cum down my throat!

He held me tight to his groin while I slumped down from lack of air, the black spots before my eyes.

His slick cock slowly slid out of my throat and mouth.

He let me go and I fell to the floor.

I laid there for what seemed like a long time gasping for air as my senses came back to me.

I was still coughing and choking some.

My face and mouth were covered with my saliva and his cum, some even dripping out of my nose onto my shirt.

I opened my eyes to see him leaning over me with some concern on his face, but mostly a look of satisfaction.

As I sat up, he stepped back a bit laughing and said: "You did good. We'll do this again, a lot."

I was rock hard. I also discovered that sometime during the throat fuck I had involuntarily cum in my white briefs!

I realized I wanted this to happen again and again.

I liked it.

I was a cocksucker. I was his cocksucker.

After that day Mike would use me in that very way whenever he wanted to.

I realized conditioning runs both ways.

He was becoming conditioned to my mouth and throat.

I was becoming conditioned to being used by him, being throat fucked by his big cock.

I'd wake up at night rock hard, my dick throbbing, dreaming about it.

I always wanted it.

Mike started to become more inventive, more demanding.

I had never thought of myself as a submissive person. In the Marine Corps I had been a E-5 Sergeant, oftentimes in charge telling other Marines what to do. With Mike I only wanted to be used by him, I only wanted to please him.

My apartment was only a one bedroom. We both slept in the same king sized bed.

In the middle of the night or early morning I'd be sleeping only to be awakened with his hand on my shoulder, rolling me onto my back and then tugging me over until my head was hanging off of the bed, as he stood on the floor with his strong hands on my chest holding me in place.

Struggling to come fully awake as his big cock slid into my mouth. Long deep demanding strokes as he built his arousal and took his pleasure by using my mouth and throat.

Laying on the bed with my head hanging over the edge, I saw our reflection in the full length wall mirror.

I could see his butt clenching, his balls tightening, his muscular legs and even his stiff cock as he drilled my mouth!

I watched as he used my mouth like it was a sex toy, a fleshlight.

Thrilling! I moaned, shuddered and ejaculated without touching myself as he used me.

My ejaculation triggered Mike and he came deep down my throat. Conditioning for both of us I guess.

Mike never touched my own dick. Our sexual exchange was always about him. He got a lot of pleasure out of using my mouth and throat, and even though I never stroked my own cock while I was being used, that always came later alone in the bathroom, I realized I too was getting a lot of pleasure out of our exchange.

Mike had a current young redhead girlfriend named Julie. She stayed over when she could make excuses with her parents.

They would have sex for hours and hours. Mike literally pounding her.

Through the bedroom door, I could hear her yelping, moaning, groaning, telling him Yes! Please! Harder! Fuck me harder! And he did.

A couple of times when she was wearing a bikini, down at the apartment pool, I saw bruises on her hips.

She too could never get enough of being used by Mike.

Mike was a stallion stud.

She always left exhausted but with a relaxed smile on her face.

I was never able to do more than catch a glimpse of them going at it through the mostly closed bedroom door but found myself feeling jealous as I listened and handled my own hard dick, at times being able to time my climax with at least one of her many orgasms.

One morning after she left, Mike pushed me down on my knees and shoved the cock that had been in Julie's pussy a few minutes ago into my mouth. I could taste both of their juices. Somehow, thrilling!

As he did that, he laughed and told me: "You suck better than she does, maybe you should give her lessons."

I was embarrassed, but somehow flattered.

Since he had come several times with her, it took a lot longer until he finally came down my throat.

(My lips were bruised and I had to gargle to soothe my raw throat).

After he had finally come down my throat, I went into the bathroom, closed the door and jacked my own dick and came within less than a half minute, the taste of both Mike and Julie in my mouth. Hot!

I lost count of all the times I was assaulted while sleeping. Awaking by the pressure of him straddling my chest, pinning me, his big club slapping against my face and then thrusting into my mouth. Suddenly being mouth fucked. It was like he was a bull and couldn't get enough.

I realized I was getting better at deepthroating him. Able to take him deeper for a longer period of time. Practicing breathing through my nose as my mouth and throat were being used.

I found myself needing this abuse? Needing to be used. When he wasn't around, I couldn't think of anything else and would often jack my own cock thinking about all that had happened between him and me.

I realized, I too couldn't get enough of his meat.

One early morning, Mike was sleeping in after being out late. He was laying, sleeping on his back in bed with just a sheet covering him. I stood watching him sleeping deeply and then couldn't help myself. I wanted his cock. I needed his cock.

I slowly pulled the sheet down to expose his tight body. He had his white briefs on. I knelt by the bed and lightly touched his soft cock through the white cotton briefs. Immediately his cock moved, started filling, straightened out and became hard as if it had a life of its own.

My pulse raced as I worked the briefs aside until I could gently pull his big cock and balls out. I looked up into his face and could see his eyes twitching in a deep dream filled sleep.

My hand wrapped around this beautiful piece of meat and I stroked its length lightly, slowly, rubbing my thumb over the head, just marveling at this incredible masterpiece, this padded club.

Carefully, quietly, I leaned forward, my nose softly pushing against his balls.

With his balls teabagged across my face I inhaled his manly fragrance. It was a smell of manhood. His manhood. I shivered and then started to softly lick and suck his balls as they moved with his arousal while they were pressed against my mouth.

My hand had not left his shaft and continued to slowly softly stroke its length.

His manhood was moving, shifting, filling even harder, raising up as I worshipped his very core.

I couldn't get enough as my mouth and tongue moved up the long length from bottom to top again and again and again.

Mike in his deep sleep groaned and I felt his hips arching up slightly, pushing himself against my waiting lips, tongue and mouth.

Before I was always being used, but now somehow I was using him for a different kind of pleasure. My pleasure as he was along for the ride.

On the next long trip up the length of his rigid cock, I licked the head and then took it into my mouth, slowly sliding down its length until it hit the back of my throat. I held it there as I pushed my tongue forward, raising my head to help open my throat to deep throat this beautiful piece of meat.

His big cock was throbbing, jerking like something with a life of its own.

With his cock in place, I was able to reach down and for the first time start to work my own rock hard cock while sucking him.

I realized I was a full pledged cocksucker. I needed this. I wanted this. I was where I belonged.

I built his arousal as he dreamed and slept hard as I worked my own meat. I was able to time it and cum just as he came in my mouth.

when he came, he woke up.

Mike told his rodeo buddies about my cocksucking skills. (I didn't know that they knew.)

All five wanted in.

One Saturday afternoon, Mike asked me to drive him to their rental place.

The guys shared a house as they didn't have much money, but lived cheaply so they could do their rodeo time.

I was dropping him off, he asked me to come on in and meet the guys.

I shrugged and said sure, what could it hurt.

Little did I know then all that was going to happen to me in the next 5 or 6 hours at the house.

We walked in.

I had to admit, young fit 19 and 20 year old guys wearing Wrangler jeans, t-shirts, tank tops, one bare chested and of course cowboy boots or flip flops along with big western belt buckles were pretty interesting to see.

All of them were either bull riders like Mike, or bucking bronc riders.

They were all toned and even muscular.

I couldn't help but look them up and down, admiring their masculinity, including several interesting full packages.

When we walked in, Mike said guys, this is Dave.

They all stood up, walked over, but didn't greet me by shaking my hand, but surrounded me as I became uneasy about what their intentions were.

One of them, Todd, said: "Mike tells us you have a talented mouth and that you are good at sucking cock."

Another one said: "Show us."

I flashed a look at Mike as I felt many hands on my shoulders and back pushing me to the floor to a kneeling position in front of them.

I was still surrounded by the five of them, now even closer.

Each of them started unbuckling their cowboy buckles, unzipping their Wranglers, sliding them down and pulling out their cocks.

A couple had gone commando, one was wearing white briefs, the last two had boxers.

Within under a minute of walking in the door, I was on my knees where five cocks were pulled out, aiming at my face.

Another one said: "Show us bitch." He was obviously dominant.

I was stunned, but could not help looking at all of the meat surrounding me.

A couple were still soft, two others semi hard, the last one rock hard, and throbbing.

What could I do?

I had accepted that I was a cocksucker for Mike.

But there was more cock. Some were getting very big!

I involuntarily licked my lips.

The guy who's big cock was rock hard took this as consent, and jammed his dick into my mouth.

I gagged and pushed him away. He reached down and slapped me across the face. "Suck it Bitch!"

Mike stepped forward, grabbing the guy's wrist and told him: "Don't slap him."

Then turned to me, leaning forward, putting his hand under my chin, turning my face up to him and said:

"Dave do me a favor, show them what you've got. Suck their cocks like you do mine, please."

What could I do? I was Mike's cocksucker and now he wanted me to pleasure his friends.

I nodded my head and turned back towards Todd, reached up and wrapped my hand around his thick cock.

I brought it to my mouth and started licking and sucking it. Todd relaxed and I felt his hands in my hair.

As I was being used, face fucked, I looked around at the other guys.

Three of them were completely hard, the fourth, still semi hard.

Three were stroking their cocks waiting for their turn.

Even Mike was stroking his big dick, turned on by watching me service his friends.

I moaned quietly.

Cock to suck.

A lot of cock to suck.

Cock calls and I was answering.

I realized I was completely aroused as my own throbbing cock exploded in my pants.

I shook and spasmed. This wasn't lost on Todd, he laughed and said: "This cocksucker likes this!"

He started stroking into my mouth harder, deeper, starting to hit the back of my throat.

He wasn't as big as Mike, but he was rock hard.

Mike said: "Thank you Dave."

I wanted to please Mike.

I moaned as I doubled my efforts on Todd's thick cock, making him moan.

After what seemed like a long time, but only a few minutes, Todd grabbed my head and thrust his dick into my throat full length. Me taking it all whether I could or not. No choice. His thick cock, throbbed and leaped buried in my mouth and throat and he came hard!

Blasting rope after rope after rope of cum, into my throat!

I couldn't breath, but endured the best I could, gagging, choking, swallowing his cum.

Finally, he let go of my head as I slumped back on the floor coughing and gasping for breath.

I had black spots before my eyes.

I didn't realize it then, but before the day was out, I was going to see a lot of black spots as they used my mouth and throat like they were a sex toy.

The second cowboy who was black moved into place, standing, but straddling my thighs, stroking his impressive uncut cock which was going from semi soft to very hard.