Spitball - Part 3 (Patreon)

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Part 3 of 3

The inside of the house was even more impressive than the outside. Tucker wasn’t rich by any means, but it was difficult to tell. He closed the door behind me, and without saying a word, walked ahead.

His back was as beautiful as his front. I eyed the dips and the curves, and couldn’t help but stare at his perfect, round ass which stretched out his shorts. Even his calves were as solid as concrete.

“You want a drink or something?” He asked, without looking back.

“I’m good, thanks”.

My heart was beating too fast. Part of me wondered if Tucker was able to hear it, and if he enjoyed the fact that I was so nervous. I followed him up the large staircase and into his bedroom, and he fell back onto the king sized bed and grinned at me.

“I’ve never had a guy in my bedroom” he said, and continued licking his ice cream. “Well, not like this” he added with a short laugh.

“Yeah” I replied, rubbing the back of my neck, “I’ve never done anything like this, either”.

He didn’t seem to care. He crossed his bare feet, and paid more attention to the ice cream than he did to me. I remained on my feet, awkwardly shuffling from side to side.

“Do you like football?” He asked.

“Um… Uh no, not really”.

He cocked a brow but shrugged. “Soccer?”

I felt sweat beginning to form under my arms. “Uh… No, not a big soccer fan”.

Now he looked really confused. “So what do you like?”

I took a deep breath and shrugged. “I’m not really a sports guy” I told him, honestly. “I guess I like gaming”.

“Do you like ice cream?” He asked, and now it was my turn to be confused.

“Huh?”

“Ice cream” he repeated, getting off the bed, “do you like it?”

“I mean… I guess” I told him, having no idea where he was going with this.

Tucker stood before me. I could smell his deodorant from this morning, but it was weaker now. The natural scent of his body had overpowered it, and I wasn’t complaining. He took another lick of his ice cream before grinning at me again.

“You should have some” he said, and I watched, my eyes wide and my heart racing, as Tucker shoved his shorts down to his knees, and slowly lowered his tight, white boxer briefs.

It didn’t feel real. How was it possible that I was standing in Tucker Benson’s bedroom, whilst he stripped naked?! Yet, it was real, and just a few moments later, I found myself staring down at his thick, uncut cock.

“Here” he breathed, and held his ice cream right under my nose. “Have a taste”.

It felt like I had been hypnotised by the hot, handsome young man. I stretched out my tongue, desperate to taste him as I leaned closer, until he pulled the ice cream away, and splashed it onto his cock.

“Go ahead, Spitball” he smirked, as the cold cream dripped from his helmet and spilled down his full balls. “Taste it”.

This was it. This was everything I had ever wanted, but my body felt stiff as I stared down at Tucker’s ice-cream soaked junk. He looked back at me, still grinning, as his cock began to stir.

“Come on, Spitball” he said, “lick it all up”.

I took some deep breaths as I got down to my knees. This entire thing had been far easier to arrange than I had ever expected, and as I closed my hand around the base of his meaty cock, I couldn’t help but feel proud of myself.

“Yeah, that’s right” Tucker gasped, as I slid my tongue around his helmet, tasting the vanilla ice cream as I cleaned around his shaft. “Get my balls, too”.

I held his cock up, and sucked around his hairy, wrinkled nut sack. I felt his balls against my tongue, and hungrily lapped at them, and returned to his cock a moment later.

“Here” he said, and I looked up, and watched as he ran the ice cream from his pubes, all the way up his solid six pack, and between his pecs. Immediately, I pushed my tongue into his bush, and followed the trail over the bumpy muscles in his torso, all the way up his chest, and toward his nipple. “Fuck yeah” he moaned, as I sucked him.

My own cock was now bulging inside my pants. Every inch of Tucker tasted phenomenal, but I wasn’t done yet. He smirked at me as he dropped back onto his bed, and spread his legs apart to reveal a hairy trail that ran from his balls, across his taint, and deep between his fat ass cheeks.

“Come on” he whispered, as he smeared the last of the ice cream from his balls, right to his hole. “Clean it up”.

Hungrily, I scurried over and inhaled the sharp scent of his most intimate area. I placed my hands on his muscular thighs as I returned my head to his crotch and began sucking on his balls again. His cock was hard now, and twitching as I moved lower, and slipped my tongue over his taint.

“That feels so fuckin’ good, Spitball” he groaned, and I continued lower and lower until my tongue pushed between his ass cheeks, and began to slip around his wrinkled hole.

I felt him clench and squeeze as I teased his rim. He let out short, sharp breaths, and moaned when I began to slurp on his hole. The ice cream was gone now, but the taste of his junk was even better without it.

“Cock” he purred, pointing it down toward me. I pulled my tongue from his delicious hole, and closed my lips around his wet, glistening helmet.

Pre-cum drooled from his slit as I tongued it. I felt it pour across my tongue, and couldn’t stop myself from reaching into my pants and squeezing my own one. I was soaking, too. My underwear was now drenched in excitement, but Tucker was producing the stuff at an alarming rate.

I gulped and swallowed the stuff down, before taking more of his seven inch rod into my throat. Tucker was now laying flat on the bed, gasping and moaning, and squeezing his large, pink nipple as I pleasured him.

I tried going deeper, but his cock was too large to squeeze by my throat muscles, so I held it in place and teased his sensitive glans with my tongue as he thrust slowly and lazily.

“You know something, Spitball” he breathed, looking down at me as I choked on his meat. “You’re not bad at this”.

I tried to reply, but my words were muffled by his cock, so I turned my attention back to it, and continued to please the man of my dreams.

After nearly ten minutes of gagging and swallowing him, Tucker pulled his dripping cock from my mouth and pulled himself back up the bed. His heavy prick slapped against his groin as he grinned at me, and beckoned me to stand.

“Pull down your pants” he said, stretching his muscular arms behind his head. “Show me that tight little hole you have for me”.

Shaking with excitement, I quickly lowered my pants and underwear. My cock flopped out, twitching pre-cum onto Tucker’s bedroom floor, but he didn’t seem even remotely interested in my front side. I turned around, shuffling awkwardly on my feet as I prepared to show him something that nobody else had seen before.

“Mmhmm” he moaned, “pull those ass cheeks apart”.

I did as he asked, and spread my ass wide for him. I could feel the warm air in the bedroom as it licked at my smooth, virgin hole, and held it there whilst Tucker studied it.

“Come over here” he said, “rub it on my cock”.

I was trembling with nervous excitement as I crawled onto the bed and over Tucker. We were face to face now, and his perfect eyes held my gaze as I reached down and began to rub his pre-cum drenched cock head against my asshole.

The sheer volume of fluid that the man’s cock was producing was enough to soak my hole. It took only a few minutes of sliding up and down his shaft, before I was sufficiently lubed up, and Tucker smirked.

“Put it in” he breathed, and my heart fluttered. “Go on, fuck yourself, Spitball”.

I reached back again. This time, I held his cock upwards, and pressed my hole against the head. He began to stretch my tight sphincter apart straight away, and I gasped as the sharp ache pulsed through me.

“Mmm, yeah” he groaned, slipping deeper into my hole. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Y… Yeah” I managed, still struggling to get his cock head into me.

I squirmed, gasped and moaned as I forced myself to sit down on the thick organ, until finally, Tucker’s helmet popped into my hole.

“Oh shit” I whimpered, as my cock stood to attention, and leaked onto Tucker’s abs. “Fuck, that’s big”.

His hands were on my thighs now, rubbing them slowly as I took more of his pulsing cock into my tight hole. My eyes rolled back as I impaled myself on it, and once my ass was fully submerged, Tucker grinned.

“You ever cum without jerking?” He asked, as sweat dripped down my face.

“N… No”.

“You wanna?”

I didn’t know what I wanted. All I was concerned about now, was milking Tucker’s big, delicious cock with my asshole, but I nodded, anyway.

“Don’t touch it then” he said, and held my wrists in his hands as he slowly drove his cock upwards. “You know, the chicks say it’s magic”.

“H… Huh?” I gasped, my body shaking with pleasure as Tucker fucked me.

“My cock” he explained, “they think it’s magic because it makes them feel so damn good”.

I could see why. Every soft stroke sent a rush of pleasure through my entire body, and I had no idea how he was doing it.

“This is what you were made for, Spitball” he grunted, speeding up now. “Taking my fat cock whenever I feel like busting a load”.

“O… Oh fuck” I whimpered, because the pleasure was becoming so intense that I couldn’t even control myself anymore.

“Look at your cock” he said, and I looked down.

It twitched with each stroke. Beads of pre-cum were cascading down my shaft, and every time Tucker hit that special spot inside me, my wet prick responded with a spasm.

“I told you” he smirked, and sped up again until I moaned out. “Yeah, good boy” he hissed, jack-hammering my stretched hole, and fucking his cock deep into my guts. “Moan for me, Spitball”.

I was moaning. The harder that Tucker fucked me, the louder I became, until my moans overpowered the gasps and grunts, and even the sound of his wet balls slapping against my ass.

I couldn’t do it anymore. I’d been trying my best to hold myself together, but Tucker was now ramming with with such force that I was barely staying conscious. I squirmed on his cock, squeezing his shaft with my rim, and seconds later, we reached orgasm together.

“Oh fuck yeah!” He snarled, sliding his cock all the way inside me as he erupted. I felt the warm load squirt into my bowels, as his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth hung open.

It was enough for me. He still had my wrists in his hand, but it didn’t matter. I didn’t need to touch my cock, because it stood up on its own and began to shoot ropes of sperm onto his muscular chest.

I cried out in pleasure. I’d never felt anything like it before, and the more cum that Tucker pumped into my guts, the more cum I rained down on his perfect fucking body.

A few moments later, we were both drained and gasping, and I could feel his cock softening inside my used hole.

“Clean it” he whispered, taking the back of my neck and guiding my head toward his abs. Without protest, I began lapping at the warm mess on his body, tasting both of us from it, and swallowing down my own load.

“Did you mean it?” I asked, when I was dressed once again. “When you said you wanted me to take your cock whenever you needed to bust a load?”.

Tucker stood at his front door, wearing just his shorts and nothing else. He looked me up and down, and chuckled to himself.

“You’ve got balls, Spitball” he said, and I smiled awkwardly. “But that was one of the best asses I’ve ever fucked, so I guess I’ll see you soon”.

My heart danced as I nodded and walked back down the drive.

“Yo!” He called after me, and I turned around. “What’s your real name, by the way?”

I watched him for a second, before smiling.

“Just call me Spitball”.