This is a quick little story from our writing session at last night’s Toronto Erotica Writers and Readers group. I’ll write more on the group a little later.
I distributed found images to all who participated. Here’s what I got:
And here’s my story based on it!
“If you’re going to be down there, then you’re really going to be mine.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant. I looked up his big, beefy body. I’d already worked my way past that solid chest and those chiseled abs. My tongue had snaked its way down through his coarse hair—I’d tasted every inch. But now he was denying my desire. I wanted to taste more. I wanted to suck his big cock.
Instead, he walked away, leaving me on my knees. I leaned back, resting my hands on the floor behind me, my own cock sticking straight out. Couldn’t he see it waving to him?
He left the room and I could hear him rummaging around in the bathroom. Finally he came back, hiding something behind him.
Resuming his previous position, he reached behind my head with his free hand, pulling my face toward his crotch. He ran his fingers through my hair as my mouth enveloped his dick. I suck him in while he lovingly stroked my hair.
Suddenly, he wasn’t stroking anymore. He grabbed a handful of my hair and started fucking my mouth harder. Holding tight, he pushed his penis deeper and deeper into my mouth, all the while maintaining that stranglehold.
Just as I thought I might start to gag, he stopped and just held his cock in my gaping mouth.
“Remember when I said you’d be mine? Well, don’t fucking move.”
With that command I heard the whir of the electric clippers. And just as he started to pump into my mouth again, he started shaving my head.
Strands of my hair fell down my face.I could feel so much of me being shed. As he rounded my scalp and cleared away my locks, he cock began to throb more and more. Wanting to submit, wanting him more and more, I sucked on him as hard as I could. I was letting my mouth beg for his release.
He still held on to that one section of hair. It stabilized us both. He was definitely getting close to cumming—I was almost out of hair. I could feel him both loosening his grip on my hair to shave that spot and his impending eruption. As he sheared away the last bit, he grabbed his cock and pulled out of my mouth.
Just as those last strands hit the floor, he pushed my face down and shot his load all over my newly-bald head.
Once his breathing returned to normal he lifted me up with his strong arms. He may have taken me, made me his, but I couldn’t resist a smart-ass comment.
“So, you like the way I give head?”
(text ©Jon Pressick, image borrowed)
