I Become Carl's Pantyboy

I could not believe how fast things moved with Carl. It seemed one minute I was reluctantly knocking on his door and the next I was either sucking his dick or taking it in my ass. He took on the role of my teacher and I felt comfortable in his capable hands.

I would visit him at least three times a week and at least once a week he'd fuck me. It seemed I spent very little time at home and always looked forward to seeing Carl.

His cock was always rock hard when I visited and I felt myself enjoying the effect my body had on him. Sometimes he would just watch me as I undressed and changed into the sexy lingerie he had laid out for me to wear, stroking his cock and smiling.

Other times, I'd be bent over his couch or in his bed getting fucked by his hot warm tongue or dick. I loved the feeling as it entered me and pushed deeper into me. I felt like such a whore letting an older man use me like this but I couldn't stop. I would go a week without going over to play but then would lose control and feel the urge to go over and do whatever he wanted to.

He wore sexy lingerie too and sometimes he acted like a slut, allowing me to explore his hole and push my cock into him. I really enjoyed being subby to him but sometimes felt a need to fuck him hard, pulling his panties to the side or stuffing them in his mouth before pushing my hard, hot dick into the tight love hole.

After a couple days apart, I went over to see Carl. He was especially horny wearing pink satin panties and a black nylon camisole. His bulge strained against the material as he gave me a strong hug and kissed my neck. My dick grew as we embraced and kissed and I felt his hands pull my sweatpants down and softly caress my matching panties. His moans filled the room as he pushed his bulge into mine, the feeling of both materials driving us crazy with lust.

"I need you inside me baby," moaned Carl as he pulled away and bent over the coach with his pantied ass in the air.

I kicked my pants off my feet and walked to him, feeling his ass with both hands and pulling his panties down to expose his sweet hole. I leaned down and flicked it with my tongue, then started running the tip around the edge of it.

I felt him tremble and heard his moans of pleasure as I tongued him. Then, reaching around his waist, I stroked his warm, hard cock, pulling on it gently but forcefully. I knew he was close when his cock was super hard and he was saying, "Fuck...fuck!" Sometimes I would call him a dirty old fucker and he'd go over the edge, spewing cum all over. I made it a point to pleasure him completely and I could usually get him to cum twice or even three times until he'd collapse, exhausted.

I got a weird tingly feeling when Carl would tell me what a good boy I was and always wanted him happy.

As Carl moved his ass toward me and my probing tongue, I stood up and, holding my cock head against his asshole, I swirled it around and then slowly pushed it in gently.

For a moment, Carl stopped and I gently pushed my dick into his pussy, pausing as my head popped inside. I reached up and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him toward me, feeding my cock into his love canal. As I pushed in, I found myself caressing his nylon camisole, enjoying the silky feel of the material.

Carl told me, "That feels so good, Don't stop."

I didn't say anything but just pushed deeper until my cock wouldn't penetrate any further. Then I ground my hips forward and held it there for awhile. I could feel Carl's sphincter compress and tighten around the shaft of my cock and felt him trying to push me out. I enjoyed the sensation and pulled out in time with Carl's contractions.

Just as my cock was ready to pop out, I pushed it in and then started a nice rhythm. I closed my eyes and reveled in the warmth and tightness of Carl's ass. His moaning made the experience amazing and incredibly arousing. Part of me wanted to punish Carl for being a dirty whore and fucking me so hard and the other wanted him to cum and feel desired.

Carl's breathing and moans became louder and more rapid and I knew he was close to cumming. I always tried to time our cumming together because it added so much to our relationship.

Carl exclaiming, "I'm cumming baby!" woke me from my concentrated fucking of his ass. I pulled him hard and fucked him deep and hard and soon my seed was pulsing into his guts. His body shook a bit and we both collapsed onto the couch, my dick still inside him.

I held Carl from behind as my cock slowly shrunk and retracted from his asshole, trailing white, thick cum. I placed my fingers at his hole and massaged it, wet with my sperm.

Carl turned around and took my limp dick into his mouth and began sucking on it. Soon it was growing in anticipation and lust. I reached down and held Carl's head, pulling it into my crotch, savoring the feeling of his hot, wet mouth on my dick. Closing my eyes I fully relaxed and let myself fully enjoy his sucking me.

Soon, my cock had that overwhelming feeling of release and I was spurting my load into my sweet friend. I was essentially riding his face as I shot my load and could hear him gasp for air. I held him tighter and soon Carl pulled his face off my cock and I could see strands of wet cream stretch from my hard dick and his mouth.

I lay down on the couch and Carl stretched out next to me, nibbling my neck and ears. I smiled as I looked out his window and watched the sun set on another wonderful time with my special friend.

Carl murmured into my ear, "That was fantastic sweetie, I have a friend who really wants to meet you."

My heart started racing at the thought and soon I was drifting off eager to find out what lay ahead.