Mother and I moved into Jason's house a week before the wedding to get our things settled. Joshua and I were going to share one room--his. It was a big room almost like a dormitory, but he had furnished it with just one king-size bed. I hated sharing his room and even worse I had to sleep with him in his bed. Mother said that Joshua would be leaving for college in a year so then it would be my room.
Our first night in the house, the night before my mother and Jason would leave for their honeymoon, was a nightmare. Joshua and I lay in bed together listening to them going at it. They really had the "hots" for each other, because they kept it up all night. Joshua kept snickering saying his dad had the cock of a stallion, and could fuck all night without a let up. Then, with a dirty laugh, he said he was hung the same way adding that the sound of sex was making him horny as hell and what he needed was a either a good fuck or a good blow job. Between the noise of the bed and the slurping sounds of love making we finally fell asleep.
That morning at breakfast we got our instructions on what we could or couldn't do, then we watched them pull out of the driveway on their way to California. They would be gone for four months on an extended cruise and return to enroll Joshua in College in the fall. They thought we were old enough to take care of ourselves--Probably because Joshua was now nineteen. They had given him a check book for expenses and I was instructed to obey him in things around the house. If we had any problems we could call our neighbor Mr. Allen on the next farm.
There instructions pleased Joshua very much and he lost no time in letting me know he was boss, telling me I was the Bitchboy in this arraignment and I would be doing the cooking and cleaning. He said he would be doing the man's work, and with that he began prancing off toward our room disrobing on the way. By the time he got to our bedroom door he was completely naked. Turning, in that arrogant way of his, he seemed to want me to admire his muscular body with its massive chest full of black hair and his firm ass.
With a grin he began rubbing his cock taking great delight in displaying his wares. Joshua reappeared wearing a pair of cutoff shorts that were something else again; you could see his balls and the tip of his cock hanging out. He truly was hung like an animal, just like he said his father was. Looking around, he told me to pick up his clothing scattered on the floor and get some lunch started, and with that he went out and began cutting the yard. By noon the day was hotter than hell and Joshua had finished cutting the yard. I watched as he pealed his shorts and dove into our swimming pool to cool off.
I had sandwiches ready, and since it was so hot, I decided to put them on a tray so we could eat by the pool. Carrying them out I could hear Joshua call out to me, saying I made a great little slave, then adding that I was pretty enough to be a girl and if I wasn't careful, he'd fuck my ass silly.
Glaring at him, I set the tray down deciding I would strip and show him I had balls, and I swam five laps in the pool just to show him I was as macho and butch as he was. When I surfaced from the water he called out to me to come and eat, saying he wanted to talk to me about something. Pulling myself up out of the water I grabbed the towel he offered me, and spreading it out I dropped down beside him, I was exhausted from showing off my swimming abilities. I had to admit seeing him naked he was really a beautiful young stud, and he was really very well hung.
He lay they're eating his sandwich with his left hand and stroking his meat with the other hand coaxing his manhood into a giant hard on with huge swollen balls. Fascinated at the size of his tool, all I could do was just stare at him. Laughing, he told me to touch it and feel how hard he was, and reaching over to feel his cock I felt my own meat beginning to stiffen.
Joshua asked me if holding his cock was turning me on. Then laughing he said there were two kinds of guys, straight guys that had cocks that were meant to be sucked and queers that like to suck cocks. Boasting he felt he had the kind of cock that was made for cock suckers. Then he asked me to suck him off to find out which kind of guy I was. Sitting up he said I looked like the kind of guy that would like to suck cock, an undiscovered queer, then quickly grabbing my head he began to push me down on his meat.
I moved to get out of there, but he was bigger and faster than I was. Before I realized it he had lying on my back and was straddling me holding my hands above my head saying he wanted me to taste his dick to see if I liked it. Turning my head and struggling I said I would never suck him off. With a vicious look on his face he told me he had other plans for me. Then he began to slap me silly telling me he would beat me until I sucked him off.
He kept slapping me until finally with tears streaming down my face I opened my mouth surrendering to his demands. Rising to his knees and pushing his cock head into my mouth. Warning me not to bite him, he began slowly pumping his cock in my mouth and down my throat. With each thrust drove his meat deeper. When I gagged he would withdraw a little then push forward, laughing, telling me I would learn to take it all and love it. Then as he got more excited over his conquest he began to get more of his tool down my throat and I could feel his meat began to expand even more. I was forced to swallow more of him just to be able to breathe. Delighted, he now began to pump with vengeance until he had me impaled completely on his tool with his balls resting on my chin saying I was a natural cock sucker. Stiffening and arching his back, he began to cum, and as the hot sweet fluid filled my throat. I was forced to swallow his load of cum or choke.
Standing, he bellowed out he had been right, I was a great cock sucker. I shrieked, I wasn't that kind of person, but he just kept saying I would learn to love sucking his cock. Jumping up I wanted to run away but he grabbed me forcing me to my knees. Then he again began pushing his tool in my mouth saying getting off felt so good he wanted to cum again. I struggled again saying I wouldn't be his cock sucker. With that dirty laugh he said I already was his cock sucker, I had just given him a great blow job and I had taken his load proving I was queer. --> continue reading the story here
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