With Steve 01: Playtime

Note: All participants in this story were over the age of 18 years.

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It had just been a couple of days since my first encounter with Steve, my friend's father, which doubled as the first time that I had even had a cock in my mouth, and if I am being honest with you I could not think of anything else since.

Even after going out with my girlfriend Ashley the night following it just all felt mundane and nothing about her truly excited me. Which is why when I received a text message from Steve on the Friday morning I was immediately excited.

"Hey, Daniel gone to his mum's you free to come over?" the message simply read.

Steve and his wife for as long as I could remember Karen had separated about two years ago and their kids normally spent time bouncing backwards and forwards between staying at each of their parents place.

"Off course" I replied without any hesitation, immediate the idea of having Steve's cock in my mouth again was making me hard and my mouth begin to water.

"Off course what?" the message that came back to me. I had been thinking too much of Steve and his cock to not remember the other parts of what had happened just a couple nights earlier.

"Off course master!" I sent back, my mind flicking back to how turned on I had gotten when he had me call him that during our time together.

"Good Cock Slut - get here when you can." Steve messaged me, being called a cock slut immediately had me grow harder, and more excited.

I jumped in the shower to freshen up, after drying myself off I looked for something to wear - I decided against any sort of underwear and threw on boxers and a t-shirt, what's the point of getting all dressed up? I thought to myself.

And within next to no time I was in the car making my journey across town to meet up with Steve, my best friends forty-eight-year-old father.

About ten minutes later I arrived at the house I had visited almost every weekend throughout my childhood, but in a somewhat eerie nature there were no kids playing outside as there had been over the years - it didn't bother me, there was only one playing I wanted to do and it wasn't with the children I had grown up around.

I almost leapt from my car, closing the door and pressing the button on my key chain to lock it and found myself at the front door in a heartbeat. I knocked and it felt like all of two seconds later Steve answered the door - was he as excited about this as I was? I didn't know and I didn't care he motioned for me to enter the house which I did, as soon as I passed the threshold he grabbed my arm and spun me around, planting a kiss on my lips which caught me off guard.

I had never kissed a guy before, and here was one man I had grown up with now planting a sexual kiss on me his tongue fighting with my lips before they slowly opened to welcome this feisty intruder. I heard Steve close and lock the door.

He broke away from the kiss.

"I've been waiting for you slut," he said in his aggressive, sexual, commanding tone. Before I could answer he continued, "On your knees".

Unlike the previous time we were together there was no hesitations from me, no second thoughts, no nothing apart from wanting to please my master.

I dropped to my knees like a bag of groceries when you are trying to carry too much in from the car following a shopping trip and immediately started pulling at the waistband of his boxers, his boxer shorts were soon around his ankles on the floor and his nice cock was once again on my eye level.

I looked at it, once again in awe, once again hungry to have it in my mouth. I must've been taking too long because my thoughts were interrupted by Steve's voice "suck it cock slut,"

I didn't need any more invitation than that, I licked my lips, opened my mouth and immediately wrapped my lips over the tip of his cock caressing the head of it in my mouth... MMMMmmmmm I had missed this, and could not imagine my life without his cock now, I'd do anything for his cock to be in my mouth, in my throat, I was his and by the force in which he held my head in place as he started to furiously pump his man hood in and out of my mouth I am sure that he knew it.

All I could do was produce a muffled moan around his cock as he continued to enter my mouth further and further, once again hitting my limit and then forcing me to go beyond the limit making me gag and choke but I didn't care.

His hands on the back of my head prevented me from moving and I was at his will.

I knew what to do, and knew from our previous interactions that he liked to be in control. He was my master and I was his cock slut, I was to do anything and everything he told me no questions asked.

And so I placed my hands on the ground to once again support myself while he continued to fuck my mouth, harder, faster, deeper, I knew he was getting close to filling my mouth with his man juice by his actions - I mean I had done those same actions multiple times to my girlfriends in the past.

My eyes closed, mouth opened and just enjoying the experience... waiting for his cum as he continued to pick up pace and used my mouth anyway he wanted. My moment of bliss was interrupted though when Steve's voice broke the quietness in the room, where previously the only sounds you could hear was my muffled moans, the sloppiness of the blowjob as Steve's cock entered my mouth and exited, before coming back in, and his audible grunts as it felt like he was ramming his cock trying to get it to burst through the back of my skull.

"I told you he was a good a cock slut," Steve said. I was a little confused, obviously I had miss heard it in all of what was happening. Well that's what I thought until another familiar voice pipped up.

"You weren't lying Stevie, you have a nice cock slut there." My eyes popped open, as I searched around as far as I could considering the compromised position my head was in. I attempted to pull my head away from the wonderful cock in my mouth but Steve firmed his grip.

"Can you believe this is only the sluts second time?" Steve said to the mystery man who was just out of my view.

"Bullshit!" the voice replied. I was getting confused, overwhelmed and nervous - I knew that voice sounded familiar but I couldn't tell who it belonged to.

Steve just laughed as he held my head firmly on the end of his cock and within another pump or two of my mouth he was filling it with his seed, I swallowed because that's what I do.

Steve finally pulled his cock out of my mouth, before entering it back in gently, I knew this was the sign that he wanted me to clean him off and so slowly took it in and sucked all of the mess we had created off.

"Good slut," he whispered. As his cock popped from my mouth Steve took a step back and I was beginning to stand up.

"No - stay where you are slut," he said. I was a little worried however, thought he had more for me. And well in a way he had more for me just not from him.

"This is my friend Trevor, and he wants to use your mouth, and you are going to let him... understand slut?" Steve said to me as his friend Trevor, the 60-something year old guy who had run the corner store for as long as I had been alive came into view.

That's the voice I recognised but hadn't been able to put my finger on who it belonged to. Trevor was aging quite a bit, his wife from memory had passed about ten years earlier and he was a little saggy in places.

But there was one place he was not saggy in and that was his cock, with his cock already exposed - he had obviously been wanking while watching me with Steve - it was about seven inches long, cut and as thick as one of those skinny Coca-Cola cans you get from Trevor's store for about $2.

"I don't know Steve, I haven't done anything with anyone since Gemma passed" Trevor said a little hesitantly.

"Just close your eyes if you like and my Cock Slut will take care of you," Steve said looking me directly in the eyes, with this look that it was more a command than a request. I loved Steve's cock, and would do anything for it, and after all he was my master, I was his slave and so it was my duty to do whatever he said, whenever he said, to whomever he said... right?

I gave a little nod in acknowledgement to Steve and locked eyes on Trevor who was still standing against the wall to the kitchen, a wall he had been standing behind when I first entered. You could see the nervousness and trepidation on his face.

I could tell by the look on Trevor's face he wanted to, it was the same look I must have had just nights earlier when I was first with Steve and so taking a leaf out of his book, I crawled closer being as slinky and cat like as possible just staring into his eyes.

I could see the fear, yet excitement come over his face. He didn't even flinch a muscle when I picked his cock up and laid it on my nose so I could lick the underside of it, and take one of his balls into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue.

I licked right up the underside of his cock before I reached the tip, opening my mouth wide and taking all of his cock in, I could feel my mouth stretching to accommodate the girth of it all but I was determined.

He hesitated and attempted to pull back so I grabbed at his arse cheeks and pulled him close to me, which in turn helped his cock enter my mouth even more.

I started to slowly suck on the cock in my mouth, and Trevor seemed to accept that he was going to be blown by me, a man he had seen grow up entering his store almost daily with one of my parents to get milk or bread.

It had only been about a minute, two at a push, and he reached down a grabbed a handful of my hair, holding it in a small bunch, as he entered his cock deep into my mouth one last time and blew his load - I swallowed all of his cum, as spurt after spurt of his man seed entered my mouth almost choking me in the process.

He pulled out exhausted and immediately started to apologise for not lasting too long.

"I'm sorry, I just haven't..." he trailed off almost losing his train of thought as I took his now softening penis back into my mouth to clean him up as I had been taught by my master.

"Trevor mate, it's okay, anytime you need to get a load off my cock slut will be happy to help" Steve said looking at me with a smile on his face.

I just sat back on my knees, still in my kneeling position and smiled.