0 comments/ 55034 views/ 6 favorites Hard to Swallow By: Cal Y. Pygia "Do you swallow?" I swallowed. The question had been unexpected, and I wasn't sure how to answer Brian's query. I mean, I had no intention of lying, but I did want to choose my words carefully. He frowned. "Do you?" "No," I replied. He sighed. Deeply. "But I would," I added hastily, "for the right guy." He smiled. "Am I 'the right guy,' Kev?" Blushing, I nodded. "Definitely." For the last ten minutes, I'd watched Brian's fist pump the taut flesh of my penis up and down upon my swollen, rigid shaft until, finally, I'd come, spewing my warm, thick, white semen all over his hand and fingers and my own pubes and belly. After he'd masturbated me to the point of ejaculation, he'd told me, it would be my turn to take care of him, and that meant fellatio, not a mere hand job. I'd promised to suck his dick. No problem there, but, when I'd made that pledge, I hadn't thought about whether I'd swallow Brain's cum. To be honest, I hadn't even thought about him ejaculating in my mouth. I guess I'd figured he'd pull out and splash my face, the way most guys I'd sucked had done. Now, I found, I was a little uncertain about taking his load in my mouth. I mean, it was one thing to kneel before him, to bow down to him, and to take his thick, hard cock into my mouth. I was used to doing that, although not for Brian. It would be an entirely different matter to let him shoot his in my mouth, over my tongue, and down my throat. To have millions and millions of his sperm swimming inside my face--well, that was a lot more than just smoking a dude's prick. Besides, swallowing semen isn't necessarily all that safe. On the other hand, Brian was cute as hell, and I didn't want to piss him off. Like straight women, we gay guys are always looking for our prince Charming, too, and, as far as I was concerned, Brian was mine--unless I pissed him off by not swallowing his seed. What would it be like, I wondered, to have him shoot his semen over my tongue, against the back of my throat, and along the insides of my cheeks? Would I feel the thick, warm fluid against my gums? Would it be terribly salty? How much would gush between my lips? Would I choke on his seed, trying to swallow several rapid-fire salvos? I doubted it. Brian has nice-size balls, but they weren't as big as a stallion's, after all--not quite, anyway. I'd read that the average ejaculate is only enough to fill a teaspoon--or maybe it's a tablespoon. It didn't matter, really. A tablespoon would go down as easily as a teaspoon would, after all. Maybe there wasn't anything to be anxious about. Feeling reassured, I knelt between Brian's parted thighs--they were massive with firm, well-toned muscle--and, bending forward at the waist, I took his thick, long, hard cock into my mouth, closing my lips in a tight circle about its swollen girth, and Brian moaned as his prick entered the warm-soft-wetness of my oral embrace. I plunged my face down, down, down the staff of his mighty manhood, my forehead pushing into his lower belly--it was firm and tight, like the rest of him--and my chin pressed into his scrotum, pushing his balls apart inside their tight, risen pouch. Brian moaned. His prick, slick with my saliva, slid easily between my lips. There was no friction, and I rode his penis easily, the tight circle of my lips sliding up and down with fluid, easy motion. Drool, dribbling from the corner of my mouth and over my chin, dripped onto Brian's thigh. If he noticed, he gave no sign. He simply moaned again, caught up in the wonderful sensations that pulsed and flowed through his loins. "Damn," he said, his voice hoarse with lusty, "but you know how to suck cock, boy!" Until we'd begun to have sex, Brian had called me "Kevin" or "Kev." Now that I had his cock in my mouth, he referred to me as his "boy." I guess it made him feel more manly. I didn't mind. Hell, if the truth were to be told, I rather liked him calling me "boy." There was no doubt that, physically, Brian was my superior. He was stronger, better coordinated, and had more stamina than me, and he moved like a puma. If he chose to, he could have whipped my ass any day of the week. Fortunately, he'd chosen another way to demonstrate his superiority to me: he lay back on the bed he'd shared with me, his thighs apart, while I nursed and licked and kissed his cock and balls, keeping him erect while I brought him closer and closer to a gooey climax. Again, I lowered my head, more slowly this time, letting my rounded lips slide down, down, down his massive, rigid penis, until my forehead pushed insistently into his six-pack abs and my chin shoved resolutely into his balls. As I retreated, lifting my head to let his saliva-glistening cock slide free of my mouth, I also licked his penis with the tip of my tongue, pressing it against the column of his manhood. Opening my mouth, I turned my head sideways, drawing my open lips down the side of his cock. Pausing, I rolled my head around his genitals, took one of his balls into my mouth, and held the egg-shaped testicle therein for a long moment, thereby displaying my submissiveness to my master before replacing this gonad with its mate. I breathed deeply, through my nose, delighting in the musky scent of his manliness. We'd just met tonight, in a bar. He'd bought me a drink, dazzled me with his smile and good looks, and invited me back to his apartment after he'd shared the intelligence that he was a top. If I was a bottom, we were each just what the other needed, he'd said, and I, thinking I'd found my Prince Charming, I'd agreed. I hadn't needed to know anything more about Brian than what I could tell by looking at him in his tight tee shirt, tight jeans, and black leather boots. He was all man, with a bull neck, broad shoulders, a barrel chest, six-pack abs, muscular thighs, a sculpted back, and buttocks as firm as they were compact. In other words, Brian was an alpha male. At first sight, he'd made my cock stiffen and my heart swell. I'd wanted--no, needed--to serve and service him, both because he was sexy and studly as hell and because of who--or what--I am: a wimp, a sissy, a bitch, a boy. I took Brian's prick back into my mouth, pounding him with its watery, oral embrace as if it were a cunt, and my virile man finally lost it, spilling his thick white seed all over my tongue, It was warm and salty and thick--delicious!--and I swallowed and swallowed, drinking the nectar of his loins as quickly as it spurted forth, hungry for it, greedy for it, needy for it. Laughing, Brian slapped my ass, hard, with his hand, and said, "You white boys sure know how to suck a black man's cock!" I swallowed again, and then licked every last drop of his pearly semen from his dark-chocolate cock and his cocoa abs. "I bet you white boys take it up the ass like a man, too, don't you?" he asked. "Or like a bitch." I closed my lips about his softening cock. His prick tasted of cum. "You want more of me already, boy?" I let his prick slide free, kissing its tip. "Always," I confessed. "In fact, I want to get you hard again, right now, so you can shoot your sperm up my lily white ass." Brian grinned. "Damn, bitch!" I grinned, too, because I had no doubt that I could get his big black cock hard again in no time, in no time at all. It's what we white boys do best. Hard to Swallow Andreas was sitting on the couch watching me taking my skirt off and nodded to me to come closer. I smiled at him and moved closer swaying my hips. Just being in his presence was making me wet and I was looking forward to another great fuck. He hugged me around the waist and pulled me even closer. His hands spread my butt-cheeks and played with my asshole and pussy. "I love your ass Georgia, and I am really glad to own it," he said with his always serious tone. "Don't be silly!" I replied. "You don't own me...I am here of my own free will." My thong was slowly pulled down and one finger dug in my asshole and another in my cunt. His fingers felt foreign as they messed around in those delicate orifices and alarmed as I was, I tried to push him away with no result. He was amused with my futile attempts and paid me no mind, as he continued to finger my ass. Probably for the better, because my pussy was getting wetter and I couldn't wait for him to fuck me with his heavy, thick cock. When he had enough playing, he bent me over on the back of the couch. "Hold your butt open Georgia," he told me and I knew I should prepare for a powerful fuck. I spread my ass and waited for his invasion, however, he decided to draw out the impending torture of my ass. "Ah!" I exclaimed as he slapped my ass hard with both hands making me feel the pain to the bone. My butt-cheeks went back to their positions and he opened them himself, fingering my ass and cunt at the same time. "Spread them again, Georgia! And don't keep me waiting or I am going to spank you again!" There was no way I was going to let him spank me again. He broke bricks and wood with these hands in martial arts; the last thing I wanted was to be at their moving end. I really got hold of them that time...almost driving my nails into them and felt my pussy opening and my asshole dangerously exposed. He got on the sofa behind me and lowered his big muscular body until the tip off his dick tickled my pussy. I couldn't wait for him to fuck me but his thick cock made me anxious of a painful penetration. He spat on me. As repulsive and repugnant it is to get spit on your genitals, at least it was showing that he cared. His huge palms gripped my shoulders and his cock pushed inside me again and again. I was always scared that he might hurt me because of his thickness, but he was an excellent lover. He managed his speed and kept me wet with his spit even licking my pussy like a dog before went at fucking it again. I had let go of my cheeks a long time ago, but he didn't care. He sat on the sofa and had me sit on his cock. I liked this position a lot more because I could look at him and kiss him while doing it. His hands were on my ass or rubbing my clit and his mouth kissing my nipples and my neck. I was both gasping and sweating for a good ten minutes, ready to explode going up down his cock until I came. My legs collapsed and I rested on his hands trying to catch my breath. He gently laid me on the couch and I didn't want to let him go, holding my arms around his neck I kept kissing him. I was very happy and I knew he was pleased. Then I saw him connecting a video camera to the TV. I was expecting to see myself turned into an amateur porn star even though I hadn't noticed the camera before. "Were you taping this? Why don't you bring the video camera closer next time?" I asked him. "Maybe next time I will," he replied. The video played but the material I was watching was most unexpected and not pleasant. It showed Andreas at his house with Christian, my former boyfriend. They were watching a second tape that I also knew nothing about and it was showing me having sex with Christian. At the end of that second tape both men got up and Andreas took some tapes while Christian got an envelope which I presume had money in it. From the couch I was looking at Andreas speechless and I was waiting for him to explain the video. "You see Georgia, I wasn't lying when I said I own your ass." "Your ex-boyfriend agreed to leave you for 2500 Marks and I got myself the best whore I ever had, you fuck better than my wife and I have paid millions for her!" Cold sweat had covered my body and felt week while pondering about what was wrong with the men in my life. With Christian I kind of knew from the start that he did not deserve any trust and that he was only in it for the sex. The video just showed me how much of a calculating person he was and I got the back-story of why he was so eager to introduce me to Andreas and then broke up with me. As for Andreas? He exited me the most out of all the men in my life, but he wanted to think of me like a prostitute. I enjoy being with confident dominant men but I was afraid that there was something pathological in his behavior, maybe because of the ugly divorce with his wife. Was it worth it to stick around just for sex? As steadily as I was getting my composure back I realized that I had to make a decision about my relationship with Andreas and soon. His cock was still hard and as he hadn't cum before, I was sure he would like to. He came my way until his thick dick touched my lips. I knew that if I opened my mouth and welcomed his dick inside as he demanded, it would do nothing to harm my self-esteem but it would vindicate his opinion about me and probably encourage similar behavior in the future. But I did not care, the sexual pleasure I got from him was what I was after so I started swallowing the tip of his cock and kept sucking driving his shaft as deep as I could. I drove him into an explosive orgasm not caring what he thought of me at that time, or a week, or month later. His sperm filled my mouth and went down the wrong pipe making me cough hard. I guess with all of things I endured uncomplainingly that day something had to be more difficult to go down. * PS. I owe a great thanks to tanglegirl and Sub_vesper for editing the story.