Confessions: Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Damien's mouth engulfed my dick with a furocious passion. His saliva felt like liquid fire as it began to roll down my shaft. I rested my hands on his shoulders and closed my eyes tightly. Even though I had come to a harsh realization, I didn't want Damien to know how good a job he was doing. It felt better than any blow job that I had ever received from a chick before. The tingling in the head of my cock, mixed with his spit and rhythmatic movements almost drove me wild. I contiued to sqeeze my eyes tight and try not to show emotion. The pleasure would prove to be too much. A light moan escaped my mouth, and Damien picked up speed. There was no way I could mask it anymore. My body was giving me away. My muscles twitched, my skin tingled, I was breathing hard, and my hips began to move in time with his movements. My dick felt great, and no amount of pretending could mask it. I tilted my head back and stared at the celling. The moans came involutarily, and in greater numbers. Damien began to implore a new method. Instead of sucking my entire dick, he sucked my head for several seconds, and then just plunged. I could have died right then and there. This was truly the best thing that I had ever felt (or so I thought). Damien then just began sucking my head, not plunging, but sucking, nurshing like a baby with a bottle. I waited for him to deep-throat, but he just continued to suck my head in fast, irratic movements. (For those of you that have continually rubbed your dickhead before know how this feels, and know that to a certain point it's almost unbearable.) My breathing got heavier, and I knew that if he kept this up I would blow soon. 

Just then Damien stopped, as if sensing my limit, and looked up at me and said, "not yet." I stood there for a moment pressed against the wall trying to stop my body from trembling. I finaly managed to choke out words.

"Damien, that felt unbelievable, why'd you stop?" 

"Because I knew that if I kept that up, you would cum, and we don't want that happening just yet." His response alerted me that he had more in store for me, but I wasn't sure what.

"Damien, I don't think that I can su..." he cut me off.

"Don't worry, I don't want you to. I know that this is still very new to you and you're not quite up to giving blow jobs yet. But don't worry, the desire to do what I was just doing to you will come in time. But now, I want you to do something that will feel ten times better than what I was just doing." 

"What;s that?" I said finally recovering from my shivers, as if I didn't know. Damien wanted me to fuck him, and there was no turning back now.

"Go ahead and lie on the bed, I'll be right back." Damien left and went into the bathroom and closed the door. I did as I was told and laid on the bed, absently stoking my abdomen. About five minutes went by, and Damien still hadn't come out of the bathroom. I had gotten flaccid again waiting for him, and was about to call for him before the bathroom door open. Damien was naked and had something in his hand. As he got closer, I was able to make out what it was. It was a small bottle of K-Y Jelly. Damn it! I thought. Damien had packed in advance, he was expecting this, he knew I would break. Nonetheless I had gone to far to stop now.

Damien approched the bed and climbed on top of me and gently kissed me on the lips. He repeated the pattern of moving to my neck, earlobe, neck, chest stomach, and down like before. He was about to start sucking me again before I stopped him.

"Wait, you don't need to do that anymore, because if you do, I don't think I can hold back."

Damien just smiled and complied. He started jacking me off to get me back hard, instead of sucking me. After about a minute, I had gotten fully erect. Damien sat up and and squzzed a moderate amount of the K-Y Jelly in his hand. He then began to message it on my dick until I was well lubricated. He scooted up and sat on my stomach, rubbing my dick from behind. I knew he was about to take the plunge, and I just closed my eyes and waited. I then felt the skin of his butt cheecks gently brush pass my dick as my head began to push against what felt like a warm rubber band. Slowly...easily, my cock began to invade a new environment. I squezzed my eyes tight and gasped as the sensations began to wash over me. I continued to feel the warm, wet innards of Damien's ass slipping down my cock. Finally, he hit the base. I opened my eyes to look at him, and his head was thrown back, his eyes tightly closed and I could see that he was grinding his teeth through his jaws.

"Am I hurting you?" I immediatly asked out of genuine concern. 

"No, you're okay" Damien responded still looking up with his eyes closed. Finally, he exahaled as if releasing all his muscular tension and looking down, but still not opening his eyes. His exhalation almost had a vacume effect on my cock, as I felt is being sucked deeper into his oriface. For the first time Damien began to come up. It was instant pleasure. No pussy ever felt like this. Sure, his ass matched a vagina in warmth, but not in tightness and friction. It was almost unbearable. Damien placed both hands on my chest and began to gauge his lifts and drops. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say. I didn't wanna say something stupid or cliche, so I just kept my mouth closed. Damien picked up speed a little, and looked down at me.

"Julian, I'm about to really get into okay, so don't be alarmed."

I had no idea what he meant, but I would soon find out. Damien almost tranformed into an animal, as if he had been going slow initially for my sake. He arched his back and began gyrating his hips in a way that caused my dick to roll around his guts. What the fuck was I feeling? I felt like I was about to black out. There were sensations coursing through my body that I had never felt before. Damien leaned forward and his hair fell over his shoulders, tickling my stomach. My head shot back and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I almost couln't stand it, probably because of the fact that Damien had made my dick head extra sensitve by sucking it earlier, and now it was really coming into play. I never thought that there was such thing as too much pleasure, but I was sure that I was reaching that point. I honestly couldn't take it anymore. I thought that I would die from the tingling sensation in my dick's head. I managed to utter out, "Damien...s-t-o-p." He kept riding me like and animal, not paying attention to my words. I tried again, "Damien...please, stop." My voice was shaken and I was almost in tears from the sensation. Damien wasn't paying me any attention...he was in a trance, unable to hear my cries. I had to stop him. I reached forward and tried to push him off me, but to no avail. Damien grabbed my wrists and forceably pinned my hands behind my head. He then began to grind harder, as if punshing me for trying to push him off. My moans almost became screams as I jerked my arms trying to free myself. In this position, Damien proved to be stronger than me, and my hands remained pinned. I desperately needed him to stop, but he wasn't about to. 

"Damien I really need you to stop or I'm gonna scream." He looked up into my eyes with a sly look on his face. "That's what I want you to do." he said, not letting up one bit. My body then began involuntary convulsions, and I started to thrash like a bull. I had absolutely no control over what my body was doing, and it kinda frightned me. Was I cumming? I couldn't have been, because this feeling lasted, unlike ejaculation, which only last about a good 5-10 seconds. "Oh, god.....FUCK!" I said still convulsing from my Damien-induced seizure. "Damien, I'm about to cum." I stared at him for a moment, sucking air through my teeth, waiting for him to get off him me. To my horror (yes horror, there is such a thing as something that can feel too good, and this was one of them) he wasn't stooping. If I couldn't take him just bucking on me normally, there is no way that I would be able to stand ejaculating with him still riding me, with my hands pinned behind my head. And then I felt it. There was nothing I could do. I felt the warm liquid propel from my loins into Damien, and I could swear that my eyes saw the back of my head and my mouth unhatched and opened three times it's normal size. As Damien's ass continued to rob me of my sperm, I felt tears began to stream down my face. I would have screamed, but nothing would come out, my voice had left me. In moments, it was over, and much to my relief, Damien stopped. He collasped on top of me, and I felt sweat rolling off our bodies. We were both panting like dogs that just ran a six mile marathon in one hundred degree weather. Even though it was over, my body continued to shake violently, and and I felt as if I was having muscle spasms. Withing about five minutes, it finally died down, and I slowly began to regain my composure. Damien was still laying on my chest, but his breathing had returned to normal, diaphramatic breaths. At one point I thought that he had fallen asleep because he was breathing so steadly.

"Damien." I said, my voice still I little high and squeky. 

He didn't lift his head, but he replied with a very low "huh." 

"Are you awake?" I asked softly, trying to slide from under him. 

He only responded to my question with "Don't move." 

"Why?" I asked a little alarmed, thinking that something had went wrong.

"Were not done just yet." Damien began to rub his dick into my abs, our sweat functioning as lubrication. My dick began to snap back to life with his movements. It couldn't be, he couldn't be trying to make me cum again. But then I realized that this wasn't for me, Damien was getting himself off. He continued to rub his cock against my stomach, until finally I felt his muscles tense up. I felt warm strands of liquid beginning to form on my stomach, Damien was cumming. Within moments he was done. He climax wasn't as nearly as dramatic as mine, and I became a little dissapointed. I felt a little selfish that I had gotten more out of the experience. Damien began to lift off me, slowly pushing himself up as if exausted. I looked down and saw a long, slimly strang of semen connecting his body to mine. Damien then collasped beside me with a hard thud, as if he has lost all of his energy. I looked over at him, his eyes were closed. He appeared to be sleeping. I could tell that he was totally spent, and to be honest, when I came it took a lot out of me too. I then called out to him softly again. He responded after a few seconds and opened his eyes. 

"Think of tonight as an initiation for you." He said closing his eyes again. "Welcome."

A smile creeped across my face and then quickly died. There was something kinda odd about the way Damien said "Welcome", something almost insidious. I looked up at the celling and at that moment and realized that things would never be the same again.