Cum Slut Fuck Toy

“I’d like Toby to come live with us,” Shannon, my pregnant wife, announced a month before our baby was due. Toby is my wife’s kid brother. He had just finished high school, but had no plans for college or any type of work. “I’m going to have my hands full when the baby comes,” Shannon explained. “Toby could be a big help to us.” At the time, I envisioned Toby changing diapers and maybe giving the baby a bottle. It hadn’t yet occurred to me that Toby’s number one job would be to drain my balls . . . nightly.

Toby was a freshman in high school when I met Shannon. I pegged him as a faggot from the start. He liked chorus, dance, and theater. His only ambition in life was to be a backup dancer for Katy Perry. When I chided Shannon for not telling me that Toby is gay, she was indignant. “Toby is just artistic,” she protested. Artistic, my ass. The boy is a faggot. And any doubt I had was settled by the way he would look at me. Any straight man who has ever stepped foot inside a gym knows what it means to be objectified by a gay man. The stares. The longing gazes. I’m always flattered, yet I know with certainty when a dude wants me. Toby wanted me from the start, but it would take me a few years before I wanted him.

I’m not a predator, but I usually get what I want. After months of no sex with my pregnant wife, I wanted Toby — his tight ass, specifically. But I needed him to make the first move. If Shannon ever caught us, god forbid, I needed her to believe her brother was the one to seduce me, and not the other way around. So I devised a plan. The night Toby arrived, my wife cooked his favorite spinach lasagna. I played it up and wore a tight shirt that showed off my muscular physique, with a few buttons undone to show off my chest hair.

“My, you look nice,” Shannon cluelessly commented as I sat down to eat with them. “Well, having Toby here is a special day for our family,” I replied and gave the boy a wink. Toby was practically salivating at the sight of me. A bitch in heat. Had my wife not been there, I’m sure he would have pulled down his pants and gotten on all fours right on top of the table for me. I had won the first round.

The second round occurred later that night after Shannon went to bed. “Join me on the patio?” I asked Toby while pouring myself a Scotch. “I won’t tell your sister if you want a pour, too.” He declined the Scotch and grabbed himself a Coke from the fridge. “You seeing anyone?” I asked as we settled into a set of patio chairs. I kept the gender of “anyone” neutral, hoping he might confess to being gay. It would make it easier if the faggot would just admit to me that he likes cock. “Nah,” he said timidly while checking out my muscular arms with a furtive side glance. I got Toby talking about his high school graduation, and I made a point to adjust my junk as he talked. His eyes were fixated on my crotch, yet he didn’t dare make a move for it. But I already had another plan in motion.

Suddenly, my phone rang. It was just an alarm I had set that sounds like a ringtone. “Mind if I answer this?” I asked Toby. “It’s my buddy Greg.” Toby nodded as I pretended to answer my phone. “Greg,” I boomed to no one on the other end. “Damn, buddy. It’s great to hear from you. Yes, Shannon is doing well. Yeah, the baby will be here in a month. But I’m telling you, bud. My balls aren’t so good. We haven’t fucked in months.” I looked over at Toby and his eyes were wide. “Yeah, dude. I’m totally backed up. And her OB said it’ll be months after the birth before she can handle my big cock again. Shit, man. I’m so desperate, I’d stick my cock in ANY warm hole I could find at this point.” I looked over at Toby and the boy was salivating again. Mission accomplished. “Hey, Greg. Lemme call you back tomorrow. I’m hanging out with Shannon’s brother Toby now.” And then I pretended to end the call.

Then there was silence. I could almost hear the wheels turning in Toby’s head. Finally the boy spoke. “Uh . . . is that true?” he asked softly. “Is it true you and Shannon haven’t . . . uh . . . you know . . . in months?” The ball was in motion. “Fucked? Yes, Toby. Your sister and I haven’t fucked in months,” I confessed while taking a sip of Scotch and trying to stifle a smile. “The doctor advised against it when my big cock was causing her to have discomfort. But, Jesus. I shouldn’t burden you with these things, Toby. A man has needs, but my needs are not your problem.” I was laying it on thick. Toby was quiet again, but his eyes were on my bulge and I was, quite purposefully, allowing myself to get hard.

“Maybe I could help,” Toby offered, not taking his eyes off my tented pants. “Help? I don’t understand,” I shrugged and pretended to be confused. “You know,” Toby continued in a near whisper. “You could fuck me.” Bingo. I feigned indignation. “I’m no faggot, boy. I don’t fuck guys. I’m not gay,” I spat. Toby jumped up to settle me, his hand on my arm. “No . . . I . . . I know you’re not gay. But that doesn’t mean you can’t fuck me. I’ve been fucked by lots of straight guys.” And there it was. Not only had he finally admitted to being gay, he also admitted to taking lots of cock, as I suspected. I was going to enjoy fucking this slutty faggot, and now it was time to make it happen.

“Christ, when you put it like that, how can I refuse?” I concluded while downing the last of my Scotch. “You sure you want this?” I asked knowing the boy was itching to get my big cock inside him. “Yes,” he wholeheartedly agreed as he took me by the hand and led me inside and to his bedroom. To my delight, Shannon had put Toby in the downstairs guest room, far away from our bedroom upstairs. I could fuck the shit out of the boy, and she would never hear a thing.

I went to take a pre-fuck piss in the bathroom adjoining Toby’s room and when I came out, he was stretched out naked on the bed waiting for me. I dropped my shorts and pulled off my shirt. “Holy FUCK, you’re huge,” Toby gasped when he caught sight of my big dick. “Don’t worry. I’ll start out slow,” I assured the boy. I climbed between the boy’s skinny legs, spit on my cock, and began to work it into his hole. “Bring your legs up to your chest,” I directed him. “I like this position. It makes your hole feel like pussy.” Toby did as told, asking, “Have you fucked a guy before?” I ignored him as I thrusted balls deep inside the boy.

“FUCK, you’re thick,” Toby gasped as his hole clenched around my cock. His tight cunt was amazing. It felt so good to finally have my cock back inside a wet hole. Toby began to relax. I could tell he was enjoying the ride as I gave his hole some slow, deliberate strokes. “I want you to cum in my ass,” Toby begged as I began to pick up the pace. The thought of once again shooting my wad into a warm hole instead of into my fist or down the shower drain was overwhelming. I was trying hard to hold back my load, but it was a losing battle.

“FUCK . . . I’m gonna bust,” I barked urgently while feeling the cum rising in my shaft. “Yeah, fucking breed my pussy,” Toby moaned as my cock began to pulse and spurt inside of him. I collapsed upon him, my sweaty body melding into him as I kept my cock in his hole. “Are you still hard?” he asked after we stayed like that for several minutes. Fuckin-A, I was still hard. That never happens when I fuck my wife. Raising myself back up above Toby, I began to pound out another load into the boy. Then another. And another. I fucking seeded that boy cunt with four loads before I dragged myself back upstairs and got into bed with my sleeping wife.

The next morning at breakfast, Shannon poured me a cup of coffee as Toby munched on a bowl of Frosted Flakes. He kept shifting his weight in his chair, likely because his wrecked hole hurt like fuck. “You two must have been up all night talking,” Shannon said while handing Toby a cup of coffee. “It looks like neither of you got much sleep. I hope this doesn’t become a habit.” Toby gave me a knowing glance as I replied to my wife, “Sorry, babe. Can’t make any promises.”

Where’s mom and dad? I asked looking at him through the mirror.

“Shopping or something,” he said with a cute grin. “You want to suck it again, you’re so good at it,” he complimented me as if that would make me more inclined even though I already loved doing it.

“Sure,” I said and spit out my toothpaste and rinsed out my mouth. “In here or in your room?” I asked him.

“Oh! My my room, good idea,” he quickly replied.

I had gotten pretty good at doing it, or at least that’s what my brother kept telling me. I was hoping one day he’d help teach me what it would be like to sit on it but I was too nervous to ask him so I kept hoping he’d bring it up.

“Hurry up, I don’t know how much time we have,” he barked and I followed behind.

“I feel like a kid again when I’m here,” I said, taking a seat next to him. “We practically lived in this park growing up.”

“You remember that night we came here after graduation?” he asked, adjusting his package.

“Yeah,” I admitted. “We were trashed on that Wild Turkey you lifted from your dad’s liquor cabinet.”

“That’s right,” he laughed. “You remember what else happened that night?”

“Yeah. I sucked your cock,” I answered, eyeing his tenting athletic shorts.

“You … uh … You think you might wanna suck it again for me?” he ventured hesitantly.

“What about Missy?” I asked.

“She don’t suck me anymore,” he scoffed. “That stopped as soon as she got that ring on her finger. You gonna help me out or what?”

“Sure, bro,” I acquiesced and dropped to my knees before him. Pulling down his shorts and unleashing his eight-incher, I took his big cock down my throat.

“Damn, I’ve missed your mouth,” he moaned, placing a hand on my head to guide my rhythm. “I really wanted to fuck you that night, all those years ago, but I was too chicken.”

“It’s never too late,” I smiled, releasing his cock from my mouth and pulling down my shorts before straddling his wet cock.

“Fuuuck,” he exhaled, his hands on my hips as he pushed into me, probing my depths. “I think it’s time you think about moving back here.”

1. Lose your ego. In this moment, you are a cocksucker; embrace it. You will choke, spit up, and be covered in throat slime. The Man you’re servicing may treat you roughly, even rudely. Accept it. You’re a cocksucker with only one function: pleasing him. Do it without pride.

2. Tease him. Men love teasing and edging at the start of a blowjob. Their balls tighten and the juice within begins to churn in the anticipation of what is to come. Lick the head, especially the underside. Flick it with your tongue. Gently stroke the shaft with your hand every so often. Smile.

3. Eye contact. As you take his cock into your mouth, look up at him. A guy loves fucking holes, but eye contact makes you more submissive TO HIM and tells him that he is your Master.

4. No teeth. Obviously there will be some Men who like teeth running along the shaft of the cock, but that’s rare. Avoid it as much as possible. One trick is to extend your tongue out of your mouth slightly, providing protection from the lower teeth (and also opening the throat) as the cock slides in and out of your mouth.

5. Deepthroat. Not everyone manages to master deepthroating, but this is a skill that can be learned through training. Get a dildo and train your gag reflex. Push yourself. You can improve. Men want deepthroat, and you’re their cocksucker of the moment. Learn it.

6. Don’t forget the balls. A Man’s balls are the most sensitive part of his body. Why would a cocksucker neglect such an opportunity to please a Man or heighten his pleasure? Cradle them in your hand while sucking. Roll them around gently. Occasionally take your mouth off his cock and swirl your tongue over them. One added advantage of this is the more direct exposure to his testosterone-laced musk that concentrates around his balls, which will send you deeper into subspace.

7. No blueballing. Once you start to suck his cock, you’re in it until he squirts his last drop of cum. No complaining about aching jaws or a lack of interest. You’re a cocksucker (remember the first commandment) and you’re expected to do your job TO COMPLETION.

8. Moan and dirty talk. Moaning while sucking cock serves two functions: (a) it tells the Man how much you love the size and taste of it, and (b) the vibrations of your moans rising up from your throat stimulate his cock. You can occasionally tell him how much you love sucking his cock, but don’t overdo it! SHOW HIM you love it with your smiles and enthusiasm!

9. The Man does what he wants. It doesn’t matter what he wants to do, roll with it. He’s the Man and you’re his cocksucker. If he wants to throat-fuck you, fine. If he wants to slap his cock on your face or tongue, don’t object. This especially goes for his cumshot. If he wants to cum on your face, let him. If he wants to cum in your mouth …