Garage - 1/4 8:30PM :: BJ, D/S, 3W
[note: I'm not a writer- I'm documenting for fun. I have been so inspired by the writings of fagitprop that I'm going to try to document all of my sexual encounters this year. I don't think I will ever match his skill for erotic description, but practice does indeed make perfect. I suspect, based solely on my writings that editing will be my friend. Constructive friendly critique welcome- but remember that I write this for me.]
He told me in advance it would be a fast meeting- this first one.
Well, what he said was "Tonight just want to see what kind of mouth you have. If we all feel good about this I know we will have you back and use your mouth and cock."
I paced gently outside of his home, watching the clock on my phone slowly drift towards 8:30. When a dom tells me an exact time to be somewhere, particularly the first time I meet them- I like to be able to message them exactly one minute before. Early enough to show I took the instruction seriously- not early enough to disrupt any plans. Maybe I overthink things- I usually do.
Either way 8:28 found me shivering a bit in my hoodie outside a brick house with a victorian feel. I could see the soft warm lights inside, and I felt the spark inside of me as I reviewed our exchange in my head. He was to be called SIR, he enjoyed having control, I would be servicing him and his partner in the garage. All of his messages carried the confidence and authority of someone who knew they had me under their thumb already. Which he did. I could feel my cock thicken in my underpants wondering exactly what kind of control he would take tonight, on my audition.
8:29 a door opened in the side passageway beside the house and I saw a figure appear in the shadows from a light that illuminated the small avenue. I turned away- it was as if I had been caught snooping for Christmas presents before they were wrapped. I felt that I shouldn't have seen him until I was told I was allowed to. I pressed send on the message that I had already typed out- "I'm out front SIR."- and heard the soft crunch of his boots in the snow that lingered on the bricks. Now it felt like Christmas was here.
I turned as the gate creaked open and took him in. His photo had been completely truthful. I had known from his one face picture that I would be enchanted and I was. He had a well groomed beard- salt with a few dashes of pepper- that surrounded a tight smile, welcoming, but clear that it could and would invoke discipline where needed. A pair of glasses hung on his face under his trimmed short hair, and his body was thick, portly- not in a round way, in a thick way, that felt consistent top to bottom.
I walked towards him, and breathily muttered "Hello Sir" with the air I had sucked in when I saw him. He held an arm out to indicate that I should walk past him, and as I did I felt the air go out of me again as he pushed me- just hard enough to show I wasn't moving without his permission- into the brick wall behind me and held me there. His eyes stared into mine, I was unsure if I should look away or not as he lifted his hand, opened my mouth and stuck a finger inside- gently at first, then probing to back of my throat- testing my gag reflex.
"I think you'll do fine, boy" he offered in a low, unhurried voice as he tapped the side of my face with his hand- not a slap, just an indication that he could, if he wanted, touch me however he pleased. That he already had me exactly where he wanted me. I swallowed as I felt my need to please him light the butterflies in my belly and make my knees soften a little. "I think you'll do just fine."
With that he lead me down the path, past the door he had emerged from and into his back yard, where there was a small wooden house. A garage, I realized as through a small square window I saw, in the light, a blue SUV and next to it- another man. His partner. He was portly and shorter- his own beard more scraggly and his eyes curious. His hands were in his pockets- either from the cold or from waiting. That was all I caught before the lights in the garage went out.
Sirs hand, firm and large, appeared between my shoulder blades and I was pushed into the garage and led around the car. Another window let in some faint light to the garage and I was lead directly in front of it. I could feel the dangling streetlight illuminate my own face in the same measure that it silhouetted his partner as I was pushed down to my knees. Sirs hand pulled my chin upwards to face him as his partner began to unbutton his jeans.
1-2-3-4-5, the familiar individual buttons of the levi 501s opened up and the smell of flesh highlighted my nostril. Not unclean, just tangible, aromatic, welcoming. I felt my mouth begin to water and my breathing stutter as I remembered to continue allowing air into my body- eagerly awaiting the cock I was awaiting. I never ask for, nor seek out cock pictures. I'm not particularly concerned with size and I enjoy the casual tension and curiosity of meeting someone and finding out with my eyes, my mouth, my hands.
Sir released my chin and issued a command to suck. I didn't need a second reminder. I lowered my head and found his cock, still soft, with my mouth. Felt it begin to untuck as I worked it with my whole mouth, gently, letting it expand within me. It erected pleasantly and I began to hear pleased moans from above. The cue I needed to begin to move up and down upon it, alternating between out and in on this shadowed stranger and responding to the grunts and noises above.
I took note of where his moans began- the tip at the top of my mouth, in the gap behind my teeth, and began to incorporate that into my movements. I worked to caress his tip in that space, to suck it when it was there and to continue moving off and on. Relief and tension, space and confinement. His cock didnt reach the back of my throat- but it was still a decent mouthful and I took the opportunity to to swirl it with my tongue on a few pull backs. This resulted in some particularly satisfied moans and he pulled me off.
I whimpered with need- missing the feeling of a full mouth as Sir unzippered his partners shirt and began to work his nipples with one hand, the other moving me a bit lower- an unsaid instruction to work his partners nutsack. I did so willingly, softly licking the taut outside at first, then working first one- then both of his individual balls into my mouth, beginning to pull on them with my jaw as I sucked.
A low "Good boy" emerged from the low patient voice I knew to be Sirs, and the man with his balls in my mouth moaned as I worked diligently below his cock, feeling it dangle across my cheek quivering and firm. I sighed- another reminder to myself to breathe- and decided it was time to move back to his cock. My hands reached for the wall behind him to brace myself and found a piece of wood to hold onto.
And then- I sucked. I worked that cock from every angle until I found the routine that KEPT him moaning. There was no real warning when he came, except for the brief tension in his scrotum, but cum he did. His sweet dribble filled my mouth- first one squirt, then another, then a third final. Each rich, thick and large enough to make me hastily swallow to prepare room for the next spurt. I began to pull away- to use my fingers to squeeze whatever juice may be left in his cock, but Sir pushed my head down.
"Stay there. Keep. Sucking."
I did, but to no real avail and eventually the stranger stepped away. My chin was once again raised by the familiar hand and he looked down at me and once again reminded me I was a good boy.
Then he stepped into the silhouette and my chin was released- my full weight back to the ground. The sound of a zipper pierced the air and the hand reappeared on the back of my head as I was pushed forwards onto, and accepting a thick cock that filled every gap of my mouth. I was careful to wrap my teeth as I felt it push past my tongue- carrying evidence that once this member had been pierced- and into the back of my throat.
It was mostly hard.
I set to work- too eagerly at first. I was thrilled with the reality of sucking this mans cock after talking to him for a few days and after 9 days of my own abstinence propelling my sexual interest to a peak. A light slap on the head and a verbal reminder to slow down came quickly and I responded appropriately. Remembering to leave lust for the end and to welcome this cock in and learn its own flavors and interests.
Cocks tend to throb gently and give off more of their pulse when they're at their most pleased and I find joy in discovering how to encounter that throb. How to ensure I taste the sweet pre-cum in my maw and ensure I'm servicing to the fullest of my ability. In the darkness I heard Sir above me: "Good boy. Nice and slow- all the way in and out. I want to feel the back of your throat"
I needed no further reminder. I grabbed the wall behind, then his legs and pulled myself onto his cock. Pulled this leviathan into my throat and began to swallow against it. My airway blocked, I choked and pulled back a bit for air then began to establish a rhythm. Slow. Gentle. A chromatic rise in speed- blocking throat, front of mouth, swirl with tongue, back of throat, front of mouth, swirl with tongue. My mouth filled with saliva as it tried to swallow, to take that cock as far into me as I could imagine. I paused to take a deep breath and the sounds of kissing above me paused when his cock briefly left my lips in entirety.
"That better not happen again boy"
It wouldn't. I would ensure of that. I returned to my rhythm and slow gentle increases of speed until I felt him begin to buck into me and his hand on the back of my head pushed me further. He groaned as I worked and his knees propelled him forward- discovering new ground in my throat and preventing me from tasting all but the last drops of his bittersweet load as they worked directly down my throat to settle with his partners.
Greedy, I worked with my lips to make sure I got every bit of semen out of him and he pulled me off. Shivered in that way men do when the pleasure is nearly torture after a blow job. As he tucked his cock away I felt myself dizzily return to earth. I remembered once again to breathe as stars invaded my vision with a soft halo and my knees returned to my reality. He offered me a hand and told me to stand up and I did- shaking my head, grinning and struggling a bit to find my footing. I hoped for a moment he would reassuringly pull me into his chest while I found my sense of gravity again- but found myself just as pleased when he didn't.
"That's a good boy. We'll definitely be seeing you again." I had passed the audition. I was excited, pleased, and curious to see what next time would be like. As he pulled me back towards the alleyway and the outside world he offered "Maybe next time we'll even let you inside the house." with a chuckle. I smiled. I didn't really care where I encountered SIR and his partner again. I was just excited for the fact that I would, again- encounter them.