I like to bake. It's a hobby of mine, and a pretty useful one too, because I've always got baked goods and sweet treats to offer people. On Thursday, out of pure boredom I made cinnamon rolls. I sent a text to my friend Otis, asking him if he'd like some, and he responded quickly. Like, shockingly quickly. Even quicker than when I send him a text asking if he wants his dick sucked. The man knows his priorities, I suppose.
Anyway, my boyfriend Milo arrived that afternoon to spend the weekend, as he does every weekend. He was ecstatic about the cinnamon rolls, and we spent a few hours hanging out (and making out) while we waited for Otis to get off work. When evening rolled around, I wrapped up some cinnamon rolls in cling wrap and we drove over to his house to drop them off.
We hadn't intended to, but we ended up staying for a while. The conversation somehow took a sexual turn, and before I knew it I was being teased by Otis, who seems to take great pleasure in reading my PRIVATE stories and bullying me about it. He told me that the name Otis is "unflattering" and "ugly," which I think is a ridiculous opinion to have. Otis is a sweet name, like the kind of name you would give to a cute little puppy. It is very ironic that I have given this alias to a man who ragebaits me at every given chance. I desperately want to shove him to the floor and bounce on his cock while I call him a dickhead, but something tells me that my attempt to do this would just result in me getting pinned down and assfucked until I call him Daddy. Woah, I've gone a little off track here.
To speed things up a bit, I'm going to skip over the long conversation we were having which consisted of me blushing bright pink and him making me progressively more and more flustered and frustrated. Milo laughed, often jumping in to piss me off even more and telling Otis how I'm a maniac for sex.
At some point, around 9pm, we all realised we were hungry. Milo half-heartedly suggested McDonalds, but all of us are a little sick of McDonalds. That's when he had the bright idea of driving to the town thirty minutes away to get Hungry Jacks.
If you're an avid reader of my stories, you may remember that Hungry Jacks is my favourite fast food place, and I'm willing to do absolutely anything to get a burger from there. In fact, I have sucked dick for it – three times. However, I am a genius, and a master at manipulation! I knew Milo wouldn't be able to afford it, so I slyly told him I would pay for it if I could suck Otis's dick on the way there.
The Otis in question was not opposed to this. He looked at Milo hopefully. His girlfriend Masie was out of town that night so his plans for getting off were his hand and his phone. Not exactly the most exciting way to cum – and besides, isn't it always so much better to finish in someone's mouth instead of your own hand?
Milo narrowed his eyes at us, but I could tell he was trying not to laugh. "Heathen," he said. "Degenerate."
"A large meal," I bargained, desperate for dick in my mouth.
With a sigh, the deal was made. I was giddy with excitement while we stood next to the car, waiting for Otis to get dressed and finish calling his girlfriend for permission. "You know what would be really funny?" Milo said, lighting a cigarette (he recently started smoking again). "If we left just now."
I laughed. "That would be so funny. He'd just be standing on the corner with a semi and no burger."
We were both grinning when Otis finally came outside. I chambered into the backseat with him and impatiently waited for Milo to finish his smoke, which he did quickly. The two guys chatted casually as we drove through town, talking about some gaming headset or something. I wasn't really paying attention. Otis was wearing grey tracksuit pants, and even though he was sitting down I could see this outline of his dick. I rubbed my thighs together, trying to get some friction. Does he know how horny I get when he wears them? I bet he does, the bastard.
Finally we exited the town and down a dark back road. Otis reached over and put his hand on the back of my head, pulling me down and rubbing my face on his cock through his pants. He did this casually, as if my rightful place was with his dick pressed up against my face.
By this point I was practically rabid, and I enthusiastically nuzzled his crotch. Guys always have a certain scent down there, in the same way girls do, and it's a scent that I would turn into a goddamn candle if I could.
I tugged at his pants, and Otis struggled to pull them down without moving too much. The second his cock was out, I took half of it into my mouth, and tried not to smile when I felt him shiver a little.
He was already semi-hard, and it didn't take long before he was fully erect in my mouth. I loved the feeling of it growing on my tongue, and whined a little as he gently pushed my head to urge me to take more of it. Instead of deepthroating him right away, I took the time to lick and suck on the tip. His dick was coated in my clear drool by the time I relented to his little shoves on my head and took him fully down my throat.
He groaned quietly. The car bounced over the bumpy road and I gagged, pulling away to compose myself before I lowered my face back down and began to suck on the tip again. Already, he was dripping precum, and I licked up every drop that was squeezed out. Then, feeling his breathing slow in pleasure, I pressed my tongue against the shaft and pressed until my lips were grazing against his balls. This resulted in another groan, and he rubbed my hair very gently, like he was congratulating me on taking his cock so well. I imagined him calling me a good puppy as thick spit ran out of my mouth, and made a muffled whining sound.
It wasn't long before Otis's free hand crept down my back and slipped under the waistband of my pants. He squeezed my ass and I raised my butt upwards to urge him to grope me more. As I did this, I was bouncing my mouth up and down on his dick. I could feel every vein bulging against my wet tongue, and he let out a little huff every time I took him fully.
As fun as this gentle, teasing stuff was, there's something that Otis is known for, and that is using my mouth as roughly as he can. The sweet hand on the back of my head, patting my hair like one pats a dog, very quickly turned into a gripped fistful of my hair. I scrunched my face up in pain, but before I could pull away he forced my head down until his cock was filling my throat. I gagged, unprepared for this, and made a desperate choking noise when he didn't let go.
He knows me. He knows I can take it. And so he didn't relent. Instead, he held me in place and thrust upwards, fucking my throat as deep as he could. More spit came out, even thicker this time, and his thighs were absolutely covered in it. My nose dipped into a little pool of my own drool on Otis's skin every time he thrust upwards, and my eyes watered a little. I wanted air, but he knew I didn't need it yet, and why would he give me something I didn't yet need?
"Fuck," he gasped, and I hit his thigh frantically. He was hitting my gag reflex over and over, and I was choking and gagging on his cock. Only seconds before I thought I would puke, he pulled my head up and I gasped for air.
Drool was running down my chin. I paused for a moment to consider the degredation of giving my friend such a sloppy, filthy blowjob while my boyfriend sat up front, driving and listening to me gag on dick in the backseat. If I wasn't the slut that I am, I would have felt disgusted by myself and the way I was acting.
Otis pulled my hair and I took his cock back down my throat. This time, instead of thrusting upwards, he let go of my ass and used both hands to grab my hair. He bounced my head up and down like my mouth was his personal fleshlight, and ignored the desperate gagging and choking noises I was making. I grabbed his thigh tightly as he shoved my head down, forcing me to take his cock right down to the balls, and held me firmly in place. I squirmed, but he's a lot stronger than me and all I could do was submit myself to the brief suffocation.
He pulled me off again, then let go of my hair and nudged my mouth down to his balls. I immediately ducked down and began to lick up the spit that had gathered on his balls. It was clear by the way his cock was throbbing against my cheek that he needed a moment, and that he was trying not to cum.
"You right back there?" Milo asked, sounding amused.
"Uh huh," Otis answered, then stifled a moan when I suddenly wrapped my lips around his tip and flicked my tongue. Again, precum was coming out in little beads, and I lapped them all up desperately. He grabbed my ass and groped it for a second time, then squeezed it tightly. I could feel his fingers wandering a bit, and scowled when they brushed against my asshole.
A one track mind, this guy. Always wants to shove something in my ass. I reached back and firmly planted his hand back where it belonged, on my asscheek, then deepthroated him before he could register what I had meant by denying him access to my other holes. The distraction worked, and this time he couldn't hold back a moan. He thrust upwards a little in a cute, desperate motion, and huffed in pleasure when I choked again and my throat tightened around his shaft.
I took advantage of his momentary lapse in domination, and amused myself by taking him as deep as I could over and over until his thighs were shaking. All the drool I had licked off his balls and thighs had already built back up, and I could feel it smearing over the lower half of my face. It was even in my nose a little, but I was dedicated to pleasuring Otis, so I didn't stop to wipe it away.
He was patting my head again. I absolutely adore when people pat my head while I give them oral – it makes me feel all the more submissive. Sometimes, when I'm doing a really good job, Milo will pat my hair and call me a good, cute little puppy, and allow me to use a vibrator until I cum with his dick down my throat. Otis's surprisingly gentle hand stroking my head was pushing me into such a submissive headspace that I was willing to do anything to please him.
When there's a dick in my throat, it's all I can think about. Seriously. I think I go completely braindead.
He was getting close again. I could tell by the way he was throbbing in my throat, and his thighs were tensing and untensing in my grip. Eager to make him cum, I kept up with what I was doing, but he pulled me off before I could finish the job. His breathing was shallow, and it was obvious he was right on the edge. His dick was twitching so much that it actually hit me in the face a few times. Rude.
I knew he was edging himself to make himself last longer, but I wanted his cum too much. I licked up the shaft and took his cock back into my mouth, right down to the base. I heard him make a little sound, almost like a whimper but... in a dominant way, I guess? It's odd. Sometimes when I'm writing I realise that I make Otis, and sometimes Milo, sound a lot more submissive than they actually are. So here's a quick reminder of the dynamic: Otis may whimper when he's going to cum, and he may be pegged by Masie on a semi-regular basis, but he is not the submissive one in our dynamic. I'm a toy for him, something to take out his aggression on, or, if he doesn't feel like doing that, then I'm just a little eager dog who wants to lick his cock until he cums. As for Milo, plenty of people make the mistake of thinking he's a cuck. This is a little ridiculous, really. He may loan me out to Otis on occasion, but he makes it very clear that he's doing it because he knows I enjoy it. He is the one in charge. He is the one who owns me.
Now that's all sorted, let's get on with it.
Otis let out a sound that was close to a whimper, and this encouraged me to fuck my own throat on his cock for his pleasure. His hands found their way back to my hair, and he held my head tightly as my wet mouth slid up and down on his dick. I felt his cock twitching harder than ever, and his thighs were repeatedly tensing and untensing as he tried to stop himself from cumming.
I knew he was close. He might not have wanted to cum yet, but that wasn't my problem. I wanted to feel him shaking, all desperate and vulnerable to my tongue. And so:
I fucked my throat on his cock harder and deeper than ever. If I had to describe my style of blowjob giving, I would say messy, desperate, and whorish. Usually at this point I would be looking up at my victim (I use that word jokingly) with big, brown, pleading eyes, but I was unable to in this position, so instead I rubbed my thumb soothingly against Otis's thigh. Cum, I thought, and at the same time, a warning tumbled out of his mouth. "I'm close," he breathed, practically spasming underneath me. I rubbed his thigh again, but continued sucking his cock (facefucking his cock?) with the same steady rhythm.
With a loud moan, Otis came deep inside my throat.
Words can't describe how furiously his dick was twitching. It felt as if it was alive in my mouth as it shot rope after rope of cum down my throat. When I started to feel it subside, I began to pull away, but with a desperate groan Otis grabbed my head and forced me back down. I felt more cum shooting out.
Oh, there's more, I thought to myself, feeling a little guilty about nearly pulling away too early.
Knowing Otis, he would have orgasmed only the night before. But by the amount that I was being forced to swallow, I would have believed him if he told me this was days worth of pent up sperm. I felt as if I couldn't swallow fast enough, and resorted to letting it fill my mouth instead, trusting that he would stop before it started to spill out.
Finally, he stopped and let me pull away. My mouth was full of his semen and I held it on my tongue for a moment, tasting him, then swallowed it. I immediately ducked my head back down and took his cock back into my mouth. Otis made a startled sound, pushing at my head, but stopped when he realised I was cleaning him with my tongue as best as I could. I lapped up all my excess drool off his cock, enjoying the overstimulated gasp he let out when I sucked it off the tip, then lowered my head and began to slurp it off his balls. It made a funny noise, and I heard Milo laugh from the front seat. Normally, Otis would have laughed too, but it seemed like his orgasm had taken all of his arrogance away. Instead, he sat there obediently as I cleaned up my drool, twitching and panting.
Fucking wrecked. It's usually the way he leaves me. It was nice to have the power, for once.
When I had cleaned him as best as I could, I sat back up and put my seatbelt back on. Leaning forward, I hugged the passanger seat and grinned at Milo. He looked at me in the rear view mirror, looking amused when he saw I was practically buzzing with delight.
"Have fun?" He asked, then looked at Otis, who was awkwardly trying to pull his pants back up and was moving in a way that made him look kind of drunk.
I nodded. "Wanna pull over so I can jump in the front? I don't want to sit next to him," I added in a snarky tone. The him in question narrowed his eyes at me mockingly.
"I don't want to sit next to you either."
I bristled in annoyance at my attitude being thrown back at me. He has perfected the art of getting on my nerves. It's probably why I enjoy sucking his dick so much. How very hate-fucky of us.
Gonna end this one here. Hope you all enjoyed this filthy little story. Um, if it's not obvious, I'll admit something here. I'm partially using this to practice a bit of my writing skills, because I notice I can get repetitive here. So I thought writing an entire story about a single blowjob would be a good way to identify my flaws and pinpoint what I can change in the future. I don't know why I'm explaining this though – can you tell I have a tendency to ramble?
I have to finish this before I go off on a tangent. Hope you all enjoyed, and please let me know if you see any typos or mistakes. This is completely unedited, because editing is my greatest enemy. Goodnight, everybody. I'll see you all next time!
–Riley <3
Edit: Had to edit this post to fix the italics. For some reason, whenever I copy and paste onto reddit from my notes app it always posts the actual asterisks instead of turning them into italics. Very annoying.