Suck his dick

You feel your whole body start to quiver with...is it fear? Anticipation? Excitement? All you know is that you are harder than you have ever been as you cradle the Man's big, thick shaft in both hands, staring at it. You lean toward him, open your mouth wide, and spread your lips around the massive, fleshy head of his cock.

The Man grunts in surprise and steps back, glaring down at you. But you see his cock getting even bigger and harder, sticking straight out from his body. His expression as he glares down, towering over you, is a mixture of confusion, pleasure and anger. He takes an aggressive step toward you, grunting. To show that you will continue submitting to him, you look down, averting your eyes. Your heart is racing as you kneel there in the stream.

You have tasted your first cock, and you desperately want more. But you realize now that it has to be on his terms.

It feels like half an hour passes, though in reality it is perhaps a minute, before you hear the Man sloshing through the water as he steps toward you. You venture to look up at him and see that his huge dick is now rock hard and throbbing. He steps right up to you and puts his dick right in your face.

You open your mouth eagerly and again spread your lips around his shaft.

His head alone fills your mouth. Your jaw aches as you open it as wide as possible to accommodate him. You lean forward until his head jams into the back of your throat. You immediately gag, but you don't pull back off his cock. You recover, catching your breath, and try again. But you simply can't get his head past the back of your throat. It's not surprising. This is your first cock, and it's bigger than you even imagined a cock could be.

So you start licking and kissing as much of his head as you can as you use both hands to grip his shaft and start jacking him.

You hear him immediately start groaning and grunting. From the way he is reacting in combination with the fact that he seems to be alone on this island, you wonder if this is the first sexual experience he has ever had. Perhaps he has never even masturbated.

In just another minute or so, his grunting and groaning has accelerated to the point where you know he is about to cum. If this is, indeed, his first sexual experience, possibly even his first orgasm, it's no wonder that he is at the point of cumming so soon. You realize he has no understanding of what is happening, but as you look up at him, you can tell that he is certainly feeling intense pleasure.

His legs start to shake as you stare up at him, suddenly unsure of where you want to be when he cums...but he takes that choice out of your hands. Almost as if by pure dominant instinct, he grabs your head and slams it roughly toward him as he thrusts his hips into you. Where you failed, he succeeds: his massive head plunges past the back of your throat and his shaft spreads your jaw wide. You feel his massive bull balls against your chin, and your nose is buried in his pubic hair as he holds you in place with unrelenting power.

You cannot breathe, your airway completely blocked off by his dick. Your struggling is fruitless, because his powerful grip on your head keeps you right where you are. Seemingly by animal instinct, he is thrusting into you, pummeling your throat with his rock hard cock. Your eyes stream and you become more **** for air, but what you get is cum.

You feel a thick, hot spurt inside your throat. There is a constant stream for almost two seconds.

The Man roars with pleasure, then you feel another warm jet of his seed shoot down your throat, this one much shorter and faster than the first, and another, and another, and another, and another, and another.

Thinking about the volume of his cum that is now inside you, oozing down your throat into your stomach, your own cock helplessly shoots its load into the stream as you kneel there, still unable to breathe with his penis buried to the hilt inside your throat.

Finally he steps back, pulling his cock from your mouth with a slurping pop. You collapse forward, coughing and sputtering, gulping air down greedily. After a few moments, you recover and look up at him.

He is standing there just a few feet away from you, looking at you thoughtfully. He looks more confused than ever, but if anything his air of dominance seems to have ramped up. He grabs his balls, gently cradling them, then wraps his powerful hand around his softening but still massive cock. He stares down at it for a few moments, then looks back at you. He grins as he shakes his cock toward you, and you know that he is far from done with you.

But he also has apparently not forgotten why he came to the stream. He gestures toward you, then toward the gourds you left on the riverbank. You understand: you are to fill them with water.

"Yes Sir," you say, the respectful title coming immediately and instinctively.

You struggle to your feet then out of the stream to the gourds. By the time you have finished filling them with water, he is standing there waiting for you to finish.

It is much harder to carry them now that they are full of water, but you do your best not to spill any as you follow him back through the jungle to the campsite.

He gestures toward the ground where the gourds had been before, and you carefully set them down. He gestures toward the ground again, and you understand what he wants.

"Yes Sir," you say as you kneel on the ground where he pointed. He grunts in approval, then walks into his leaf-covered shelter.

You kneel there waiting, wondering what he has in store for you next.

In a minute or so, he comes back out of his shelter, carrying something. Upon closer inspection, you realize that it is an old, beaten up backpack. He walks over to you and then sits down on the ground next to where you are kneeling. He seems to regard you suspiciously for a minute, then opens the backpack and reaches into it. He takes out a few things: a hairbrush, what appears to be a broken toy robot, and what is unmistakably an old passport.

"May I, Sir?" you ask, holding your hand out meekly toward the passport.

He looks back and forth between your hand and the passport, then hands it to you. You open it up.

His name is Jason Grey. The passport is 10 years old, and he was nine years old when it was issued, meaning that the muscular, powerful, savage brute of a man whose seed you now have inside your stomach is only 19 years old.

But he also was originally was from your own home country; and if he was 10 at the time he was stranded here, he would surely have learned how to speak. Perhaps the trauma of his experiences, or his lack of anyone to speak to for the last ten years, or some combination thereof, diminished his capacity to speak and understand.

But if he knew how to speak your language once, he probably understands at least some, and could probably learn to speak it again.

The fact that he has shown you these prized possessions perhaps means that he is beginning to trust you, and even more promisingly, that he wants to communicate with you.

You hand him back his passport and realize that he is staring at you and that his cock is starting to get hard again.

You feel your own cock starting to throb.

You want to suck him again. You want it really badly. But you also know now that you are probably going to be sucking his dick quite a lot, and he is not aware of other options.

Your heart pounds as you the consider the prospect of that thick, massive, powerful cock in your ass. You've never been fucked before, so you know it will hurt like hell. But you also know you want it.

You know that if he fucks your ass, he could just about destroy you. But you know he could destroy you at any time he wants, anyway.

And there's no denying you want his dick again.

So where do you want it? Do you want to suck him again, or try to get him to fuck your ass?