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 - Thanks for Sharing

A voyeur and exhibitionist; all around pervert, Mitsuo got a perverse joy in sharing Anep’s skills with other men; it started as it usually did, he walked over to where Anep was with two of his bros, this time Sheryl and Beck, wrapped an arm around Sheryl’s shoulder, grabbed his crotch, and asked if Anep wanted to show off his Skillz.

That led to the current predicament; Mitsuo, Beck, and Sheryl with their pants unzipped, and cocks out, all nicely sized even compared to Mitsuo’s fat 8incher. All three were in Anep’s face, with Beck grinning like an idiot, Sheryl looking off in the distance, but intensely focused on Anep in the corner of his eyes.

Beck almost collapsed after his dorky faced orgasm, weak legged, not used to cocksuckers playing with his balls too, getting some cum on Anep’s cheek and T-shirt. Sheryl for his part, remained calm and feind disinterest, almost looking bored but thrusting every so slightly, even holding hands in Anep’s messy hair and pulling his halo cowlick; blowing his load all over Anep’s cheek and shirt.

When Anep started sucking Mitsuo, he was already achingly hard “Damn Mitsuo, your boyfriend is a great cocksucker” Beck complimented “Fuck yeah dude, thanks for sharing him” Sheryl said with a slight upward inflection, clearly impressed by his ball game. Mitsuo face fucked his boyfriend, having the privilege of roughing him up, cumming on his baby bear’s tongue and a bit on his face.

Relationship Drabble - Drunk

Sometimes Mitsuo got so drunk with his friends that he wouldn't recognize Anep; often mistaking his teddy bear for a girl because of his voice. He’d say something along the lines of “you know I never do this” “I’m not that kind of guy” but “you just get me” “like we have this connection, and they’d end up falling into bed together; little different than when he was sober.

Mitsuo never did this with other people; he never ‘cheated’ on Anep with others when he was drunk, and it never bothered Anep, even when Mitsuo didn’t know who he was, he knew they belonged together. No matter what anybody said or did, how hard they tried, Mitsuo was never interested in anyone else.

That was their connection, he wanted to be with Anep even when he didn’t know who was who. Anep was happy to lead Mitsuo to their bed, strip him of everything but his boxers, and ride Mitsuo while his jaw was slack and rambling; then pinning Anep to the bed, hands around his neck, the weight of his torso over his body; all sort of different positions; it wasn’t uncommon for them to go through six condoms and a whole bottle of lube like this.

Anep was a deep sleeper so Mitsuo snoring through these same nights was never an issue. He’d kiss him as he woke up, ask him if his hips or back hurt, and tend to his hangover. If Mitsuo knew what was going on he never said anything, but he was never shocked to wake up next to Anep, nor curious about the hand-prints on his neck and hips, and bruises and bites everywhere else.

Relationship Drabble - Private Show

There’s nothing more arousing to Mitsuo than seeing his uptight and anxious, and far too innocent acting Anep break down and become a submissive bitch, moaning and whimpering on his thick cock. He loves it when the mashmallow calls him “boss” and begs him to fuck his “pussy” harder. And he’s completely right to call it that: this tight white hole was made to be bred and filled up with cum. After he’s done, he’ll let the rest of the grunts fight over who gets to have the sloppy seconds, and thirds, and fourths, and fifths.

It let Mitsuo pull a power move over his grunts, reminding them that he was the boss not just because he started the gang, but because he was the big man with the big dick, it wasn’t just that he was the best fighter, but by having exclusive rights to the best cumdump the gang had ever seen, access which he might rarely share but could never lose, he helped affirm that he was their alpha. It helped keep people in line.

Relationship Drabble - Pushy

Anep was a brat, and Mitsuo loved to play a soft, casual dom for him; letting Anep push against him without subjecting him to the pressure of being in control. Mitsuo made sure he felt like opinions were always heard; as long as you knew what you were doing it was pretty easy to push Anep around, he even enjoyed it. Submitting to Mitsuo whenever his dom put him back into his place.

In bed this dynamic was even more frenetic, with dirty talk, degradation, Anep trying his best to humiliate Mitsuo by taking charge and ride him like a greedy cock hungry power bottom, while Mitsuo would revel in how easily Anep would submit to him when he felt like it, and beg to be fucked harder or faster, deeper, asking if he was being good and to be rewarded.