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My First Man, My First Cock - Part 4

I finally become a real slut
I awoke to the aroma of cooking bacon and coffee. As myeyes fluttered open, the image of my lover in his dark blue dressing gown came into focus. He smiled, and leant forward to kiss my cheek.

"Good morning, sleepy head. I've made us some lunch," he said.

Gingerly, I pushed myself up. My body ached, especially between my legs and my ass, and I became uncomfortably aware of the crusty sensation of dried cum on my belly and chest. The morning's events came quickly back to me. As I reached vertical, I realised I couldn't feel my left arm. I rubbed it with my other hand until I could feel the blood begin to return to it, that familiar 'pins and needles' feeling running through it.

Tony passed me a plate with two bacon sandwiches on it. Thanking him, I took a huge bite into one of them. I was ravenous, and this was the perfect meal to satisfy my hunger. As I chewed on it, I looked across at him, sat on the end of the bed. I had no problem with eating while I was naked in front of him. After all, I thought, I was his now.

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked him.

"Not long, about twenty minutes or so," he said.

"Mmm, these are good," I said, indicating the sandwich. "Just what I need."

He smiled, biting into his own sandwich. We ate in silence for a few minutes, and then he passed me a hot mug of coffee. I blew on it before sipping the exquisite tasting liquid. I felt the need to visit the bathroom, if only to clean up a little. I said as much to Tony, and he told me where it was. I hopped off the bed, and as I was leaving the room, he called to me.

"Why don't you have a shower?"

"Is that okay?" I asked.

"Of course. Hang on, I'll get you a towel."

He sorted out the necessary supplies, showed me how to work the shower, and then left me to it. A quarter of an hour later, I walked back into the bedroom with just a towel around my waist, feeling clean and refreshed. Tony lay on the bed, reading. He pushed his glasses down his nose and looked over them at me.

"Better?" he asked.

"Much," I replied.

"Good. Come join me," he said, patting the bed next to him. "And get rid of that wet towel."

I removed the towel from round my waist and got onto the bed next to him. He put down the book, took off his glasses and put them both to one side before putting his arm around me. I cuddled up to him, pleased to be back in his arms again. His hand moved up and down my arm, giving me goosebumps.

"That was some pounding you took earlier," he said.

"Mm, it was, but it was good," I replied.

We talked for a while about the sex we'd had, or rather, the fuckings he'd given me. I told him how much I'd enjoyed them, especially the last one. Tony seemed pleased, and said it was one of the best fucks he'd had in a long time. I blushed when he said that, and cuddled up to him a little tighter. As we lay there hugging each other, he started to reveal a little more about himself, opening up to me for the first time.

He told me that he'd been in a long-term relationship with another guy, and they lived together in his house. They had met while they were in their late teens, and they both discovered they were gay at around about the same time. They managed to keep it secret from their families for a while, but eventually decided that they didn't want to lie to people any more. They supported each other when they told their families and a few close friends, and then lived quite happily as a couple for around twelve years or so. A few months ago, they had a huge bust up which resulted in Tom (his ex-partner) packing his bags and leaving.

Tony grew quiet as he told me this, and I could tell it still affected him. I listened attentively, and by the way he spoke it was obvious that he was still not totally over it. Then he told me what it had been like after Tom left. He'd been to a few clubs, met a few guys but nothing ever came of it. None of the guys made it past a drink and a chat, because he realised that no one he met could replace Tom.

I listened in silence as he spoke, my hands running over his chest. He continued, telling me that after considering it for a while, he decided to join a website where he could chat to other guys. Nobody he met there interested him because they were all just too fixated on their own gratification, so he started to get frustrated, sexually. He decided that his needs weren't being met, so he started to look for guys online who could satisfy his needs. And that, of course, is how he met me.

"You see, I need someone who can satisfy my sexual appetites and needs but who I can trust as well. You were new to this, and had a good imagination as well as seeming to be a natural bottom. So that's why I chose you. When Tom and I met, neither of us had had any real sexual experience, especially with men. Just before we started living together, we each had a test and both proved negative. Neither of us strayed, so we could be as free and open with each other as we liked. We soon discovered that I preferred to be on top, and as Tom loved receiving, it was perfect. As the years went by, Tom showed that he liked to be dominated, and because I loved him, I obliged. Now I like doing that too. When we chatted online, I could tell you were fairly intelligent as well as being a little bit submissive. You were also local and available."

"So that kind of brings us to now," he continued. "What I need is a guy who I can trust, but likes to be dominated and is happy to satisfy my needs." He turned to face me. "And you seem to fit the bill, as it were."

I looked up at him, thinking. I'd really loved what we had done so far, and I wanted to do more. I smiled at him.

"So you want me to be your submissive partner?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Yes, but we need to be clear on this. I'm not looking for a relationship here. All I want is someone who will come when I tell them to so I can dominate and use them. I'm not really into any kinky shit, you know, gimp masks and all that. Just a willing slut to regularly satisfy my needs. Like you. Would that suit you?"

I swallowed hard, not believing that my fantasies were actually coming true.

"Yes, yes it would," I smiled.

"Good. Well that's settled then." His demeanour suddenly changed as he said "Now, slut, suck my cock."

I smiled and immediately shuffled down the bed. Tony opened his dressing gown, revealing his growing hard-on. I took his penis in my hand and started to lick just the head, rolling my tongue around it as if it were a lollipop. He seemed to like this because he moaned.

"Mmm, that's right, oh yes," he murmured, his eyes closed.

I licked and lapped at the head, feeling him grow in my hand. With my other hand, I reached forward and cupped his balls, turning them gently. Then I started to lick the length of his cock, starting at the slit and rasping my tongue down the underneath to his balls and then back again. Tony's appreciating moans got louder as I warmed to my task. I got Tony to lift his legs up a little, bending them at the knees so I had better access to his beautiful genitalia. I licked his shaft for a few minutes until I had covered every inch of it. Softly, I blew on it. He really seemed to like that.

I leant forward and started working on his balls, sucking each one individually before struggling to get both of them in my mouth. Inspiration seemed to strike as I rubbed the tip of his rosebud with my finger at exactly the same time as I took his head between my lips. Tony almost spasmed forward and let out a satisfying moan. I smiled to myself as I pushed on the finger until it was inside him to the first knuckle while my mouth sucked on his head. I ran my tongue in circles around his foreskin, delving between the loose skin and his shaft.

"Oh god, baby, yes, that is sooo good," he whispered as I sucked him.

I started working my finger in his ass before concentrating on his cock. He'd started to leak, and I lapped up the pre-cum hungrily. I opened my mouth wider to accommodate more of him, working down the length of his shaft until my lips nestled in his pubic hair. I stayed there for a moment, trying to relax while I took the head of his cock into my throat. I fought the gag reflex by relaxing as much as I could, and was amazed at how long I could hold him there. The pitch of Tony's moaning had risen, so I knew I was on the right track.

I decided to mix it up a little, so I released his cock from my throat and began bobbing up and down his entire length. Then, every few times I would take his cock into my throat and hold it there for a few seconds before going back to giving him head. I became aware of the strange grunts and slurping sounds I was making as I did this, and thought I'd try something else. The next time I held him in my throat, I moaned. The effect of the vibrations from my throat on him was incredible.

Tony physically leapt forward, rising from the mattress with his face contorted as if he was in agony. I immediately released him, fearing I'd done something wrong. He flopped back onto the bed and opened his eyes.

"What the fuck was that? That was incredible!" he cried, smiling.

Relieved, I smiled back, and went back to servicing him. I repeated my new trick a few times more, each time getting a similar reaction. Around the fourth or fifth time, I slid my finger deeper into his ass. I was rewarded with the loudest yelp I'd ever heard him make, followed by his cock spasming deep in my throat. This time I didn't struggle with swallowing his cum because it went straight into my belly. He spurted several times before I felt him start to relax a little. I pulled back to release him, licking and sucking on his softening cock until I was satisfied that I had got all his juice. Strangely, I was really starting to enjoy the flavour of his come.

I withdrew my finger from Tony and sat up with a smug grin on my face. Tony's face was red and he looked a little flustered. He beckoned to me, opening his arms and I moved forward to lay on top of him. He kissed me gently as we lay there, and I loved the feeling of his hands roaming around my back and buttocks.

After a while, I could sense that our time together today was almost up. Tony slid me off him to go to the bathroom, and when he came back, he told me it was time for me to go. I went downstairs and collected my clothes, putting them on in the hall while he watched me. I was just about to put my underpants back on when he stopped me.

"No," he said, "Leave those off. Here, give them to me."

Sheepishly I handed them to him, then put my jeans on, excited at going commando for the first time. Just as I turned to go, he grabbed me. Holding me close, he locked his mouth on mine and squeezed me so hard it almost took my breath. When he finally released me, he ran his finger delicately over my cheek, looking deep into my eyes.

"Now you're my slut, I expect you to behave like one. Next time I call you, I don't want to see a single hair on your body below your chin, understand?"

I nodded, unable to speak.

"Oh," he added, "And another thing. No more underpants. At all. I like my slut to be available at all times."

I nodded again, slightly wide-eyed.

"Now," he said, slapping my bum as he turned me round towards the door, "Fuck off 'till I call for you."

And with a push, I was out on the street again.

As I walked to the car, the strange sensation of being without underwear hit me as the slightly cooler air played around my nether regions. Tony had always kept his house nice and warm, so being naked there was never a problem. As I got in the car, the seat felt slightly cooler. I drove home, savouring the taste of his come all the way there.

While I drove home, I thought about our wonderful day together. I decided that I really liked being pounded by another guy, or at least by Tony. I tried to remember what it felt like as I lay under him, pinned to the bed while he thrust into me. The feeling I got from his cock inside me was delicious, and completely different from anything I had experienced before. It gave me a fantastic feeling, both physically and emotionally, and especially when he fucked me hard. As I neared my house, I felt a certain pride in being his slut, and made my mind up to be as good at it as I could.

So, when I got home, I immediately went to the bathroom and stripped. I took a fresh disposable razor and some shaving cream, and started removing every hair I could reach from my body, starting with my chest. It took a while, but eventually I was completely free of hair from my neck down. Shaving around my cock and balls was a little tricky, so I took my time and was very careful not to nick myself. Likewise, I was attentive to ensure there was no hair left around my backside and my crack. After all, he wanted me completely smooth.

I jumped in the shower to wash off the excess hair, and the sensation of the hot water was incredible. My skin felt so soft and sensitive that I started to get aroused. I cupped my balls with one hand while my other roamed over my body, giving myself goosebumps as it ran over the smooth skin. My legs felt so alive and lush, and for some reason my nipples felt like they were twice as big. I closed my eyes as my hands explored my nude body, concentrating solely on physical sensation.

My cock, which looked bigger, started to harden. I explored the base of it, something I had rarely done before. I discovered new pleasures there, nerves that had previously gone unnoticed as I stroked the base of it, feeling its heaviness as it swelled. My other hand reached round to caress my silky buttocks, enjoying the erotic touch as my fingers ran over the sensitive skin. I tried to imagine Tony's hand doing the same, cupping my ass as he pulled me towards him.

Soon my fingers were between my cheeks as they sought out my hole. I struggled to reach, so I sat down in the shower, my feet raised and resting on the glass to give me better access. I positioned myself so that the water cascaded down onto my lower belly and genitals as I explored my rosebud, running my finger around it before sliding it inside me. My other hand had taken hold of my cock and was gently stroking it. The feeling of the water gently stinging my naked body was exquisite.

The need to reach a peak was beginning to take over as I frigged myself, sliding two fingers inside my ass now and working them rhythmically. The hand on my cock gripped tighter as I worked both hands together. My balls seemed to swell as they hung down, heavy and full of pent up man-juice. The feeling of being so smooth everywhere was having an incredibly erotic effect on me, and my mouth dropped open and my breathing got heavier as I felt the need between my legs to explode increase. I felt the muscles in my legs tighten as I began to reach the point of no return, my hands working harder on my cock and ass. It was difficult to tell which I was enjoying more, the grip on my penis or the frigging in my backside, but they both felt beautiful.

I scrunched my eyes tight as I felt the start of what can only be described as an incredible orgasm. A strange mewing sound issued from my throat as I felt a heat move from my ass to my balls and then to my cock, and one of the most strongest ejaculations I'd ever experienced exploded out of my slit. My cock spasmed several times as I howled in relief and pleasure, and rope after rope of white nectar flew across the shower floor. Despite the intensity of the sensations, I continued to work on my ass and cock until I was completely spent.

I sat there for a few moments, catching my breath. The odour of cum was strong, and as I opened my eyes I could see some of it trickling down the glass a good couple of feet above my prostrated body. I slid my fingers out of my backside, and struggled to stand up again. The feel of the body wash against my naked, silky skin was fantastic as I finished hosing the last of the hair off me.

A few minutes later I was towel-dry, and went to get dressed. Putting trousers on without pants felt unatural at first, and I was sensitively aware of every place where my clothes clung to me. It was almost as if I was constantly aroused, and I suddenly wondered how my new body would feel in Tony's arms. The thought of his strong body next to mine made me a little woozy.

God, how I wanted that phone to ring.

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