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Story: Stick Lessons
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TOBY
He’s got sucha tight hole. I have Atty on his hands and knees, my hand around his neck so his back is arched and his head is back so far that it’s likely just short of being too painful. As I slide my dick inside his pretty ass, I watch it disappear into his red, stretched hole.
Atty makes a sound as he does every time I bottom out. I imagine it’s ‘too much’ he’s trying to say, but considering the way his eyes roll back and his cock leaks, I’m convinced that’s just reflexive thinking. Just to be sure, though…
“You okay?”
He makes another strangled sound that’s very incoherent. It puts a smile on my face. I know it’s not an answer, but he also tries to nod. I feel the way he attempts to move his head.
“You’re doing so good, baby girl,” I croon, pulling out my cock. I hover with my cockhead just barely in his ass. “Seeing you like this is so fucking hot. Knowing that my sexy top has only bottomed for me.”
I shove back inside him deeply with a quick snap of my hips. Atty jerks and shakes as a tear drips from the corner of his eye. Leaning over his back, I reach around and take his throbbing cock in my hand to jerk him slowly. With my lips at his ear, I drive into his ass in a slow rhythm.
His pulse beats wildly under my hand, where my thumb rests over his jugular vein. With each pass of my hand over his dick, it becomes a little more coated with his pre-cum. He’s close.
“Have you ever been told how sexy you are, Atty?”
Atty’s mouth opens, but it’s in silence. Nothing comes out except loud, struggling breaths.
“I’d love to put you in a pretty harness—all bejeweled and shiny. A sexy, frilly jock to hold this sweet cock in place while I plow into you. Would you like that, baby girl?”
I’m nearly ready to bust when he tries to nod in my hold again.
“How about a sexy little dress? Will you wear one for me?”
He whines, nodding again.
When I release his neck, his head falls forward. Gently, I pull my cock from his ass and roll him over. Atty falls to his back on the bed, everything about him limp except his dick. A grin stretches across my face.
Shifting over him, I prop up his head with a pillow. Not exaggeratingly high, but just so he’s at a better angle. Then I straddle his chest as I pull my condom off and toss it aside. I’m not necessarily ready to be done yet, but I’ve been dreaming about how tight his throat is.
“Have you deep throated before, precious?”
Atty’s eyes go wide as he looks up at me. He shakes his head. There’s a nervous beat there. A twinge of fear in his eyes.
I trace the head of my cock along his lips and this man reflexively opens his mouth for me. He wants to suck me. Even if he’s afraid of the idea.
“Would you like to try?”
Atty takes a deep breath. I can feel his chest rise beneath me.
“If you need me to stop, hit the bed three times. I promise, I’ll stop immediately. Okay?”
“Okay,” he rasps and he already sounds like his throat has been fucked. I shiver in anticipation.
“Now be a good girl and open your mouth for me,” I request.
His cheeks pinking makes me grin. But him opening his mouth for me has the grin sliding from my face as my arousal peaks. “You’ve never done this before either, have you?” I ask as I slide into his hot, wet mouth.
Atty shakes his head.
“Look at you giving me all your firsts as a bottom. You like being handled, don’t you?”
Even with my cock in his mouth, Atty answers with a nod. I’m not moving quickly or particularly deep. I’m just working him out. Letting him get used to the size of my dick.
“Are you surprised that you like being handled? That you enjoy a fat dick in your ass?”
He nods, his eyes meeting mine. There’s something in his eyes that I can’t quite read. Is there something he wants to say? Something he wants to tell me?
When he makes no attempt to speak, I push my cock in a little further. Leaning forward, I brace myself with a hand on the wall over my bed. “I’m going to take a wager that you’re going to like this too, Atty,” I say quietly, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “Remember—if you need me to stop, hit the bed three times. All right? Can you remember that, baby?”
His mouth tightens around my dick slightly as he swallows and nods.
“Don’t be nervous,” I whisper. “I’m only going to hurt you in the best of ways. And I’m not going to be upset or angry if you don’t like it. Promise.”
I watch as he visibly relaxes. He needed that reassurance. I continue to stroke my fingers through his hair as I lean over, giving him a little more of my cock. “I’m going to take care of you. All you have to do is relax and do as I say. Okay?”
Atty nods.
“That’s my good girl. Open wide for me and relax.”
His hands grip my thighs as soon as my cockhead reaches the back of his throat. There’s always been a line in the sand on whether someone choking and gagging on your cock is hot or if their lack of choking and gagging is hotter. Personally, I could go either way.
I like their struggle. I enjoy their tears and the begging in their eyes. The way their fingers dig into me as I fuck their throats raw. Honestly, choking and gagging only make it better because their throats contract and squeeze my dick. How is that not enjoyable? Knowing that they trust you enough to put your fucking dick into their throat despite knowing they can’t breathe—how is that not hot?
Keeping in mind that Atty hasn’t done this before, I ease my dick into his throat with short thrusts. Reading the way he tenses and then relaxes when I back up. The next time I reach the same spot, he’s less tense.
Atty’s learning to trust me right now.
I want this to be good for both of us, so I take my time and let him get used to my dick down his throat a little deeper with each minute that passes. I’m patient. We have all day. All night.
“That’s it,” I tell him, gripping his hair gently to keep him exactly where he needs to be. It’s not hard to hurt someone like this, so I don’t want him to jerk around. “You’re doing so good, Atty. Such a pretty pet you are. I bet your jaw hurts, doesn’t it?”
His eyes are already filled with tears. There are tear tracks down the sides of his face, over his temples and getting lost in his hair. Spit and my pre-cum dribble down his chin and along his neck. His face is red blotchy. His chest heaves as he tries to breathe normally when I keep cutting off his air for short periods.
“Do you need a break?”
But despite it all, Atty shakes his head as much as he’s able. His hands grip my thighs hard, as if to prove that he’s not hitting the bed.
“Such a good girl,” I murmur, staring at his gorgeous face. Knowing I made him look like that is so damn hot.
Once I have my cock fully in his throat, I hold for three seconds before pulling out entirely. Atty coughs, tears streaking along his skin as he sucks in air. He needs a break before I fuck his throat for real.
“You okay?”
Atty nods.
“How about you catch your breath and rest your jaw while I see what we can do about your hard dick, hm?”
He shivers, still gasping. I move down his body, pressing kisses to his sweat-dampened skin. “So sexy, Atty. Look at these muscles. You work hard for them, don’t you?”
Atty rewards me by speaking with his raw throat. “Yes.”
Just that one word makes my insides flare with heat.
His stomach is pretty well covered with pre-cum that he’s been dripping for ages now. I love how responsive he is. His cock always seems to be on board with what I want to do with him. There’s never been a moment of doubt where his cock’s concerned. That bitch likes it all.
As I settle between his legs and rest my head on his thigh, I study his dick while taking it into my hand. He’s not a little boy by any means, but I’d say he’s probably average. Maybe a little more. Keeping my hand wrapped around him at the base, I decide he’s probably just shy of six inches. But he’s got some nice girth on him. And a perfect head. Oh, and those veins! Very prominent. Sexy.
Atty’s quiet, and his body is relaxed under me as I gently touch him. Examining his cock with my eyes and hand while he catches his breath. When I’m confident he’s had enough of a rest, I pick my head up and spread his legs wide.
He’s a very flexible man. Maybe he’s a gymnast. They’re bendy.
With my eyes on his, I press my fingers to his hole and spear inside easily enough. He’s still filled with lube and stretched enough for two fingers. His lips part. Already, his breathing becomes shallow as I finger him. Teasing his prostate without actually touching it with more than a hint of a feather’s tickle.
His dark eyes are locked on me, and I grin because his hair is standing up all over the place. He looks like a mess. When I brush his prostate for real, his eyes roll back, his hips rock, and he groans low in his throat.
“Like that, baby?”
“Yes,” he breathes. There isn’t any tone to his word. It comes out on an exhale.
Grinning, I bring my face to his dick and suck him into my mouth. His hands immediately latch onto my head as soon as I take him deep and give him an experimental suck. I’m rewarded with a mouthful of pre-cum. He’s ready to bust.
I’ve not given his cock a lot of attention since he got here, so the fact that he’s so close is kind of exhilarating. It means that he’s really been into this. Into the way I fuck him. Touch him. Maybe how I talk to him.
I don’t draw it out as long as I want to. Partially because I want to get my cock back in his throat and also because I think he’s earned his orgasm. He’s been so good.
My perfect baby girl.
He hasn’t even commented on me calling him ‘girl.’ It hadn’t been intentional. Just something that slipped out. But every time his cheeks blush at the word, I’m encouraged to do it again. He likes it; even if he doesn’t know why.
Atty’s hands tighten as my name comes out choked and garbled. It’s the only warning I get that he’s going to come, and it’s only half a second before he actually does. I think we’ll need to work on that. But for right now, I swallow him down. Suck his load from his cock until his balls must feel like they might shrivel. I press against his prostate while he jerks and makes the most delicious sounds.
When he’s sucked dry, I pull off him. He looks delirious. I love it.
Crawling back up his body, I press my mouth to his. His kisses are lazy and breathless. “Ready to let me use your throat, baby?”
“Yes,” he says.
I kiss him again before I get on my knees. I’m still gentle as I slide back into his mouth, straight to the back of his throat. “Remember, three taps and I stop.”
He nods.
“Relax and let me fuck your face, sweet stuff.”
Atty swallows and nods. He’s nervous, but I can see his trust in me. It overpowers his fear.
He’s very attentive to what I instruct. Even when he’s gagging, he seems to hear what I tell him to do and, at the very least, attempts to comply. I’m fully down his throat within a couple minutes and hold my cock there for three seconds.
I pull out and he coughs. Interrupting the cough, I shove back down and hold for four seconds.
His eyes water. He tries to blink through his tears.
“So good,” I assure him. “I’m going to turn the other way, okay? It’ll be an easier angle.”
“Yes,” he answers hoarsely when he’s free of my dick.
I listen to him wheeze as I reverse my direction, so I’m straddling his face instead of his chest. “Open, precious.”
He does one better and brings my cock to his mouth. I’m not sure if that means he’s enjoying it or if he’s just being accommodating. Either way, I’m so fucking here for it. I sink down his throat right away, laying my body along his so I can nestle my face near his cock. Which, by the way, is hard again.
Taking his left nut into my mouth, I suck gently and curl an arm under his ass so I can slip a finger into his hole, then begin a slow pace of fucking his throat. His hands grip my ass cheeks. I can feel his nails dig in a little dipper with every harder, faster thrust I give into him.
I love the way his throat contracts. The choking sounds he makes. How he gags over and over. How his body squirms under me, jerking and shivering as I fuck him harder. Harder.
Fuck, I’m totally going to come.
The need to let go is so intense that I momentarily lose track of what I’m doing and fuck him with abandon. It’s only as I’m buried to my balls and pulsing my release down his throat that I remember myself and that he’s probably not taken a proper breath in a long ass time. I pull out as soon as I gain control of my muscles again.
Atty coughs, sucking in air loudly between gasps.
“Open,” I grunt.
He does, and I fuck him with a few more thrusts until I’m empty. As much as I’d like to stay there, deep in his tight, wet throat, I don’t want to actually kill him. So I pull out and lay my head down.
In a river of cum. Apparently, he enjoyed what we were doing as much as I did. I grin as I try to catch my breath.
“Okay, Atty?”
He makes a garbled sound as he continues to catch his breath.
“Three taps if you’re not okay.”
His hands dig into my ass cheeks once more, very clearly not tapping. I grin. “Such a good fucking girl you are,” I hum and close my eyes. “So, so good.”