As I felt Andrew's entire shaft push into my mouth, the head resting against the back of my throat, I reflected to myself that finally I'd gotten what I'd wanted. It had taken fifteen years, but he was finally mine. Finally mine for the taking. A while before, I'd sucked him off once on the sly before he started dating Joey, over at his old apartment. Now that Andrew was single again, I intended to make some fantasies come true for the both of us.
As I dropped to my knees, feeling the carpet of his bedroom make contact with both of my knees, I grasped his still-taut ass with my hands while sucking him. He was totally and completely into it, eyes closed--consumed by the feeling of my lips, mouth, and tongue against rubbing against him. He must have been enjoying it because he could barely speak, much less grunt. Andrew was off in his own little world of orgasmic bliss, completely under my control.
From time to time, I could understand a few guttural gestures here and there but not much else. Ten minutes in, with hands wrapped around his waist, I forced even more of him down my throat. His eyes opened temporarily. He talked, briefly. Let me know how close he was to busting his nut in my mouth. Ten seconds later, his hips bucked forward, he let out a very sharp exhale of breath, and I tasted the first of three huge loads of cum.
I took every drop. When I'd been informed that he was getting close, I'd begun stroking myself through my shorts. I was close to orgasm myself, but I wanted to get Andrew off one final time before I went. He was emerging from his slightly glassy-eyed stupor, when I insisted we take a brief change of venue.
I led him into my bedroom, where I'd made my bed for this occasion. Finally a consummation of years of build up. Finally him inside of me, completely inside of me. Even thinking about it made me leak pre-cum.
So I stripped quickly before him. He'd never seen all of me before. I knew this and knew he'd always wanted every inch of me, from top to bottom. I'll never be able to forget the look of profound arousal and lust on his face when he looked at me. He said one of the hottest things I've ever heard a man tell me in my entire life.
"I could just cum all over you."
I smiled and leaned towards him. Stretching the full of my body, stretching the complete length of me, I offered him everything. Me, whenever he wanted it, now and forever more, but hopefully right this instant.
"Why don't you do that?" And I grinned at him.
With his right hand, he boldly grabbed hold of my erect cock. A whole handful.
I smiled again. He smiled back.
He gave my shaft a healthy tug. Now I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of his hand on me.
Time for me to throw myself bodily at him. Time for me to beg to be dominated.
"I'll give you anything you want. You've already had my mouth. I'll give you my ass next if you want it."
Standing over me, at my request, and his pleasure he masturbated his erect cock up and down.
I lay flat on my back, encouraging him to drain his balls. I wanted every bit of me covered in cum.
"Do it, baby! Do it!"
The first load landed in my happy trail and ran down into my belly button.
Andrew leaned back slightly and shot another load, this time farther up my chest.
"Oh, God." Those were my words this time. I wanted to cum. Wanted to cum all over myself thinking about him cumming all over me. Wanted to make a huge mess. Wanted to be used by a man I'd craved for eons.
