Clubhouse Blowjob (Mitsuo's Premier)

At the Skull's hideout, a rundown warehouse, missing a whole wall, out beyond the factory farms, back in what had once been a town but, after 20 years of being overgrown and rundown, had become little more than a ghost. Mitsuo sitting on the worn out, but exceedingly comfortable couch; fly unzipped, his big, fat, uncut 8 incher pulled out for all the world to see; well if I wasn’t deep throating the impressive hunk of meat.

Head buried in his thick and curly unkempt pubes, very aware of the bunch of guys watching us, even without watching; most of the gang was autistic and or gay dudes, refuse the other gangs didn’t want. There were a few fellow bottoms, most of the rest were tops, the majority turned on; by the big boss who’d fucked some of em, or by my cocksucking skills.

Mitsuo liked to put on a show, but was as possessive as any man, unwilling to share his boyfriend with his friends except when the mood strikes him; watching me being plowed, double stuffed, sometimes he invited a girl to peg him while I rode him, or to help double stuff me, sometimes we’d make out while he got blown, or while I blew him, or he plowed someone else while we both got ate out. It was an endless variation whenever he wanted to get wild.

After the first time I sucked Mitsuo off in front of the grunts, one of the stupider ones had propositioned me to do the same for him, and got punched for it, most guys here wouldn’t make the same mistake.

Mitsuo was a huge macho man, loved getting sucked off in front of his friends. When we had first met on the street; that very day when I first blew him in the bathroom of a cafe, I was nervous at sucking off such a huge member, I had never done it before; but I sucked and nipped at my would-be boyfriends half hard cock.

At 6’5” Mitsuo was a giant intimidating man when he decided to stand tall, a stoner street thug by the way he talked and dressed, leader of a large color gang, the Skulls, but the fact I hadn’t done this before be damned, I sucked as best I could. Not quite able to deep throat his impressive tool yet, Mitsuo said he was won over when I ordered him to pull my hair, and in love when I asked him to cum on my face; calling me his little cocksucking cumslut.

Tonguing the inside of his foreskin, earning a loud moan and string of curses mixed with high praise from my vocal boyfriend. Just as I begin pulling off to nibble on his neglected balls, Mitsuo grabs my hair and forces me back down onto his cock until my mouth is at the base and my nose is in his pubes, grunting as I deep throat his cock.

I suck harder, he says he loves me, a blush on his face, and I reply with his dick in my mouth, vibrating his massive tool, as he thrusts his hips wildly and irregularly, and I know he’s close, his curses and moans getting wilder, louder. He grabs my hair and roughly pulls me off his cock; already missing the weight and taste of it, he demands I keep my mouth open as if I didn’t always.

Reaching my hand into his fly and playing with his big hairy balls, he strokes a couple of times and I squeeze his balls, and with one last curse he shoots an impressive load all over my face, managing to only get half into my mouth, which I greedily swallow with a loud gulp.

Moving to clean the rest off my face, he grabs my hand and stops me, silently asking for a second round; by the time I start sucking again he’s gone half soft, but soon I have him rock hard again, giving me a chance to admire the majesty of his dick, big, fat, uncut, 8 inches long, curved to hit my insides perfectly, with a big throbbing blue vein on the side.

Taking his two balls into my mouth, massaging them with my tongue, eventually moving on to his cock, leaking precum, he compliments me on being an eager cocksucker; slapping me in the face with his junk before I deep throat him and begin to coax a second orgasm out of him; shooting a second massive load down my throat; it may be hard, but I eagerly swallow it all. This is the man I love, be damned if I spill his seed.

As I milk him dry, his grunts come up and high five him, others complimenting my headgame. As I tuck him back into his pants I notice a good number of the grunts have moved behind the walls, probably to jerk off with some semblance of privacy.

Relationship Drabble - Life Together

A total bachelor, Mitsuo worked from his best friend’s van, spending most days reading manga and portable gaming with Walker. Even after Anep became part of his life, little changed, Anep would make him come to bed if he fell asleep gaming, would pick up his mess, always with a wide smile. During their time together, Anep would game on his portable device, or play on his tablet, right next to Mitsuo, or he would draw; they didn’t have to do the same thing; it was just nice to be in each other's presence.

They were both males, so their relationship was very physical; sex was a big part of it, but so was touching and cuddling. Their physical chemistry was a huge part of their love for one another; in truth as men they didn’t need anything deeper. Still; they watched old cheesy sci-fi like the original Star Trek, and cheesy horror and sci fi movies and crime shows, with wacky jokes, running conspiracies, and added dialog from both of them. They’d read comics together; both were big on preventing the other from ever doing nothing; and there was always banter between them.

They would do anime marathons together, and Mitsuo helped Anep with his anxiety and social problems, often doing little more than listening. They’d ruin delve together with his gang, using Anep’s missing past to be the adventurers and outlaws and treasure hunters they always wanted to be as kids. It was nice, Mitsuo had been so lonely and bored before.

Mitsuo had spent the early part of their relationship helping Anep level up in bed, once spending a week together having sex and not talking to anyone else. Mitsuo always made sure they kept courting one another; going on dates, having sex like teenagers; out on the river, in theaters, the bar bathroom, sometimes on their weekends they would still have marathon sex, until Mitsuo’s back and hips hurt, and Anep was bored; that was actually something Anep wanted, and not Mitsuo’s influence.

Anep was the one who brought kinks to bed, Mitsuo knew many positions, hair pulling, biting, choking, and pegging, but Anep brought handcuffs or pop rocks; his fanfictions and mangas giving him endless supplies of ideas to try. Of course it went both ways; Mitsuo got his teddy Bear to wear lace panties and a bra, both willing to be uncomfortable to make the other happy.

They both got bold together, Anep wearing rubber dresses and t-shirts to parties with the Skulls, or even pegging him or using sex toys on him; even having three-ways with women to please him, while Mitsuo would pass Anep around for sloppy seconds, or double stuff him with his bros, or makeout with Anep while he let his bros go to town on him.

Anep became Mitsuo’s perfect housewife; cooking and cleaning, doing laundry, he’d go out grocery shopping, and every day while Mitsuo was at work, he’d go for a walk along the river, do his anime marathons, stream with Mitsuo’s friends, even hang out with some of them in arcades or the stores they worked, though he’d also text Walker and Eric; he made sure that Mitsuo had time away from him so he didn’t drive him crazy.

Mitsuo would spend the day working by hanging with his friends when he wasn’t on call, keeping from talking to his teddy bear to keep from smothering him, and let him live his own life; since he never really had one before the relationship. It was enough that they shared a friend group. But always he came home ready to hug and cuddle his husband, and eat his home cooked meals. They went to bed together, and when Mitsuo couldn’t sleep, Anep would often accompany him on a walk, or to the grocery store, or watching bad movies. And then they’d repeat it all the next day.