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Mike Cooper
This is another in a series of short narratives. I have enjoyed writing these oneoffs and I hope they are easily digestible but still enjoyable for all of the Literotica readers. Thank you all for putting up with my long stints of time between submissions and special thanks to those who take the extra time to rate, comment, or reach out to me. Super cool of you.
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Mike, he is straight, and while I don’t normally ogle or fantasize about straight guys, I am attracted a bit to that more dominant energy. I grew up on a farm, I love trucks, motorcycles, I played football and I love sports. While I am gay I am very masculine. I mention that about me just to kind of explain, all my friends and social circle are like me. My friends are all “bros” masculine dudes like myself. I just prefer that energy around me more than feminine energy.
Mike was a friend of a friend. I didn’t know him very well, but whenever I went to hang out with a specific friend group Mike was always there. He was basically goodlooking if you aren’t picky; really kind of average. He had brown hair, brown eyes that were kind of large, and was probably 5’10’ and he did work out, but primarily cardio stuff a few times a week which barely kept up with the beer and wings he consumed daily. He was not a quiet guy in the corner, but he was never the center of attention either. He seemed to have a hyperinterest in a few things and one of those topics came up, he was intriguing to listen to and watch.
I am not sure why it happened exactly, but I have no regrets. I never really thought of Mike as someone I wanted to hook up with, but I also watched him a fair amount and found that he had a bit of an energy that was just different. He was super into college sports, nerdy scifi stuff, and he always wore the same clothes. Not like the exact same shirt, but he had like 5 of the same shirt in different colors and multiple pairs of the same pants in varying colors. I know he didn’t date much, didn’t talk about hooking up much, but was unquestionably heteroual. Mike was the most boring dude I ever knew who could also seem interesting if you caught little things he said when people weren’t really listening to him.
Every January a group of us went to a Blues game in St. Louis. It started with 5, the next year it was 11. The 3rd year we had 18 people. We broke up into groups of 6 for arrangements, it was just easier than one person trying to get everyone on the same page. We knew which game, what hotel, and the rest was decided by your group, like who would drive, what time time to leave, room situations, etc. I was in a great group with a few of my very besties and Mike was in our group. Totally fine, I liked Mike, he was milquetoast. I didn’t even mind when Mike and I got paired up for a room. My 2 besties were bringing their girlfriends so they each got their own room, so Mike and split one. I was openly gay for years, everyone knew it, so I didn’t think twice about Mike or anyone else caring about that.
We got into St. Louis, checked in our hotel, we had made such good time that the next closest car of people was an hour behind us. “We could go to the hotel bar and pay $9 a beer or I have my own cooler full right here!” I said to Mike.
“Oh yeah, give me one.” He replied.
“Let’s chug the first one, set the tone.” I said handing him a can. I turned on the tv in our room and flipped it to ESPN. They were playing the highlights of the previous Blues game.
“Yes. I need a hard reset. For some reason long car rides always make me horny.” Mike chuckled.
“I swear, I am the exact same way. I thought it was just me. I have jerked off driving down the highway so many freaking times.” I said before chugging a beer and grabbing another.
Mike finished the first can and grabbed a second one too. He sat on the edge of his bed and stared forward for a few seconds before turning to me. “As a gay dude, do you just like the way dudes look or what is it? ” He asks out of nowhere.
“Umm, yeah, just like you like the way girls look I suspect.” I reply with a chuckle.
“Well, yeah but I guess I mean more like . When I am horny I think about pussies. Like being inside of one. You can’t think about dicks like that, right?” He asks.
“Ah, well, yeah I think about a dick and balls and I think about how they feel, smell, taste, etc…” I tell him.
“Taste? You like the way my dick tastes?!” He exclaims.
“Well, I haven’t tasted your dick, but I am guessing it tastes very similar to other dicks. I find the smell and taste of a dude’s junk a major turn on. I love it if I am being honest.” I tell him. I am not sure where this could go, but I am on high alert at this point. I have had a few quiet flings with straight friends and this is not an uncommon path for that.
We are clearly not watching a game any more. Mike stared forward for just a few seconds before making eye contact with me. “Do it” is all he says.
“What?” I ask, but I am pretty sure I know what he meant.
“Get on your knees right here.” He points to the floor in front of where he is sitting on the queensized. I just stare for a few seconds before I slip off my own bed onto my knees next to him. I shuffle the few feet to my left to position myself between his feet. He grabs the sides of his athletic shorts and underwear and begins to push them down while lifting his ass a few inches from the bed. His mostly soft cock and ball bag just flop into view. I can smell him immediately. I lean back but grab his shorts to help pull them the rest of the way down and he lifts his foot out of them and spreads his legs wide. I haven’t showered yet today so it should taste extra musky for you.
I don’t know why, but I immediately feel so submissive. I have never thought of sucking dick as a submissive act before, but kneeling in front of Mike, smelling his junk like this and knowing he does not hook up much and probably never with a guy, I want to please him. Something just changes in me. With other blow jobs I have given, I had instigated it and I was doing it because I wanted to the whole vibe this time is I am doing this for him, he wants me to do it for him and I want to do it for him.
I lean forward and slowly suck the head of his dick into my mouth. It is a little plumped up, but mostly all soft. I let the piss slit run down my tongue as I suck the few soft inches all the way into my mouth. I love the feeling of a soft cock growing in my mouth. I like to keep my lips all the way down on the base and feel the dick lengthen and swell on my tongue until it starts pushing on the back of my throat. The longer it takes the better.
I suck hard and pull my lips from the base to the head. Fill my mouth with spit and then push all the way back down the length. I have only one thought in my head and that thought is, ‘worship Mike’s cock.’ It tastes amazing, my nose is full of his scent, the sensations in my lips all urge me on to make this his best blow job ever. I gently massage his balls with my hand. Rub them and slowly roll them in my hand while I move my mouth up and down. “I love how you go all the way up and down like that and that pace you will get to suck me for a long time.” I just moaned a bit to acknowledge him. “I bet you like making it last longer so you get a bigger load to swallow.” He says.
I hadn’t fully thought about that, but yes, I am looking forward to him cumming in my mouth. I want to taste it, I want to feel it, I want to swallow it.
I slowly suck up to the tip again, but pull all the way off this time. “Okay, confirmed, I do love the way your dick tastes.” I tell Mike.
“Fuck yeah.” Is his only reply before putting his hand on the back of my head. “I always thought it would be gross to do anything with a guy, but this is pretty good. It is kind of like if I had a robot with A.I. Like your purpose is to suck my dick, but you are also sentient.”
I knew he was all scifi but this was like nerdy and dominant; I can play along with that. I used a robot voice, “Master Mike, can I also suck your balls?”
“Lick them good, bitch bot. I haven’t showered since yesterday and that 6 hour car ride has them extra ripe for you.” Mike replied, sliding his ass even further to the edge of the bed to give me full access to his ball bag. He does smell fantastic, not like dirty or gross, just a really nice, strong musk. I couldn’t help get a bit extra and made my next lick start a couple inches behind his hairy sack. I fully licked his taint. It was exquisite. Mike didn’t make any moves or say anything so I didn’t think he was up for a rimjob. That was okay, I licked every bit of flavor I could get from his balls before returning to his dick.
Unsure of the time that went by, but I know my jaw hurts, neck hurts a bit, legs are sore but it is all distant in my brain. I love worshipping Mike’s dick so much that my focus is firm. My head swims with the idea that in one afternoon Mike took me from a masculine, dominant guy to cocksucking robot whose only goal is to serve him. Not sure why that thought was so erotic for me, like he owned my mouth or something.
“Master Mike, will you let me swallow all of your cum?” I asked in a robot voice.
“I’m going to flood you, bitch bot. You are going to get it in 3, 2, 1, ohhhh fuck yes.” Mike said, letting his first load blast into my mouth, followed by several strong jets. I could feel him pulse in my mouth and I tasted sperm. It had a strong flavor, he had that tapioca kind of texture that happens when you don’t ejaculate in a while, but the smell and taste are extra strong. I squeezed his thighs and buried my face into his crotch while he pumped the last few squirts into my mouth.
I softly nursed his deflating cock for a minute before letting it fall from my mouth. “I hope Master Mike is pleased with his service. I will be ready to perform my primary function again at your command.” I said with a smile, still kneeling between his legs.
“I have always thought you were just a nice dude a little too loud for me, but this is great. I always wanted a lifelike bitch bot. Don’t worry, it will be just between us as long as you perform well for me.”
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