I decide enough is enough

I stand back a little so that there is enough space for the door to open wide. Then I point my dick at the door and I keep slowly stroking my cock. "John, can you give me a hand with something?" He called back, "Sure, is it okay if I come in? Are you decent?" I called back ready for him, "Yes, come in and yes I am very decent for this situation." The door swung open and John half stepped in before he took the in the situation before him. I looked him square in the eyes and never took my hand off my dick, always stroking. His eyes bugged as he tired to comprehend what was happening. I spoke in a cute innocent voice, "John, I need you to give me a hand with my big thick cock. I can't get it to go down. It's so hard when I think about you." He still hadn't said anything, but he hadn't left either. I stepped forward, taking control. I let go of my penis and it stuck out obscenely. I took a hold of his right hand and gently brought it to my dick, I moved it back and forth as I slipped my tongue into his mouth. I knew his hand and mouth were telling him different things. But I knew that the night before in his drunken stupor he had already guessed somehow that I had a dick.

He never let go of my cock and in fact continued to stroke me, even as I let go myself. I roamed his body with my hands. I knew this state of shock wouldn't last and I needed to push things further than he might be comfortable, so that each step seemed okay by comparison. I slid my right hand down the back of his shorts, grabbing his ass. As I pushed our kiss further, I slid a finger into his ass. I was surprised that I was not met with any resistance, neither in behaviour, nor from his ass.

His grip around my dick became firmer as he wanked me and he pushed back with his ass against my hand. I could not let this opportunity pass me by. I withdrew my hand from his ass, then with my other hand, pushed him down by the shoulder and he submissively moved to his knees. I looked down, still holding my dick, he slapped himself in the face with it a couple of times, enjoying the the spongey firmness. Each time it twinged for me. He then opened his mouth and I slid the tip of my dick into his waiting mouth. I was amazed with how willing he was. I had thought I would have to apply some pressure to the situation. I began to slowly buck my hips as his inexperienced blowjob turned into an immediate need to cum. I grabbed his hair and began to fuck his face. He gurgled and struggled around my dick, but I was close and there was no stopping me. Yet none the less, he never relented, my dick stayed firmly in his mouth. After a few short moments I began to cum in his mouth. He couldn't take it all and had to pull me free, but I painted his face in the process.

I looked down, surprised by the turn of events. He looked up, still hungry. He said simply, "Is that is? I thought you were going to fuck me with that big pole." Surprised I was taken aback, but only momentarily, before I replied. "Oh don't worry, my girl is gonna be thick and hard very soon. I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk any more.