Brad's Best Suck

Brad Hemming was a normal 26-year-old: drank a little, talked a lot, masturbated tons, and did some work. In his little corner of the Iowa, Brad was nothing special.

Like a normal person, Brad had a love for masturbating and often set time from his normal day just for the act. Because of his dull senses, Brad had to resort to some very extreme ways to relieve the painful arousal that built up within his body.

Living on his own, Brad spent hours upon hours of experimenting with odd means to help his load erupt from his bulbous mushroom head. Most often, he would be busying himself with a ménage of housework, feeling his member grow in his pants from sexual thoughts about his female co-workers.

It was a dull Tuesday evening when he discovered his most pleasurable way to get his hard cock to go soft. Brad was idly vacuuming the carpet of his apartment, sporting a hard on from thinking of past blow jobs from ex-girlfriends, when he began fumbling with the vacuum hose to get the dreaded space behind the couch.

His sweaty palms lost their loose grip on the hose, the rest of his body jerking wildly in reaction. The plastic hose softly brushed against the front of Brad’s pants as it fell, the strong suction gently gaining the attention of his partially awakened member.

Brad froze in his tracks, the vacuum cleaner still trying to suck up the dirt that had set itself into the carpet. Though the touch was only a brief second, he had the sensation etched into his mind perfectly: the soft feel of the hose bumping against his manhood, the powerful suction passing by his leaking tip teasingly, the jump of his loins to feel that suction without the clothes as a comfort barrier.

With lust-glazed eyes, Brad stared down at the plastic hose. The hard ridges of the flexible plastic were abruptly ended by the smooth surface of the nozzle, at least 5 inches of a smooth handle to grip.

Mechanically, Brad unbuckled his flat pants and pushed the fabric down. His bulging cock glimmered with smeared pre-cum, his vein-filled shaft gently throbbing with the rush of blood. In a haze, Brad picked the hose up, his hands tightly gripping the cool plastic.

Brad used the wall as his support as his free hand ran a finger up and down his shaft, holding it up so he could align the hose with his meat. When the hose was a mere inch away from his quivering tip, Brad felt his heart surge with pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” he exhaled breathlessly, the breeze flowing across his skin and causing his nerves to tingle with excitement. His bright eyes fluttered shut, allowing his sense of touch to strengthen, the suction of the hose becoming stronger as it came closer to his drooling cock head.

His hips jerked in anticipation, the strength of the vacuum finally overcoming his curiosity. Brad instantly moaned and bucked his hips to get more of his length into the plastic opening. The strong suction of the vacuum was pulling and massaging every bit of his cock surface, wisps of air whipping against the skin.

Though there was a small tug on his pubic hair, Brad easily over looked the sensation and focused on warm plastic that surrounded his cock. Feeling safe that he could grind into the plastic freely, Brad allowed one hand to drop between his legs and long on his shaved sac.

Brad's fingertips caressed and massaged his balls as he pumped his aching cock into the plastic hose, enjoying the feel of his under shaft rubbing against the smooth surface inside the nozzle. His dry throat and excited emotions were heard through his rasped pants, his pumping hips causing his ass to bounce against the wall.

After only a few minutes of letting the vacuum suck him off, Brad was profusely leaking pre-cum out of his slit and was furiously pumping into the hole with a need to release his cum. He was on the brink of a huge orgasm and we wanted to get over the edge; he was determined to dump his seed as fast as possible.

Now, Brad's balls were swinging back and forth in his cupped hand, the back swing slapping against his taint. Thuds, moans, slapping skin, and the sucking vacuum all filled the room as Brad fucked the hose, sweat spotting the back of his neck and rolling down his temples as his chest heaved. With the last few pushes, Brad let the hose completely engulf his cock with warm air, the brim of the nozzle attaching to his groin with vigorous sucking.

Brad's eyes bulged out as he felt his hot cum shoot out of his slit, each thick rope of sperm firing off with intensity. As each spurt of cum blasted out of his cock, the hose sucked his spasming shaft hungrily, milking the last of his cum and still sucking to his skin.

Small jerks continued to rock the young man's body as he still felt the wrath of the vacuum attacking his used cock, his shaft soon shrinking to a limp stump of skin. Brad turned the suction off and removed the nozzle from his skin, a red ring indented into his flesh where the warm air had cut off fresh oxygen to the cells. He laughed at the sight before lifting his head to stash away the instrument, his eyes immediately landing on his apartment's open door and his wide-eyed mother who was standing in the doorway.