Peter Three Hundred

"Suck me, Petey. Be a good little man and suck me. We both know you long to."

John need not have asked, for Peter's own instinct to bring pleasure to John, had already kicked in and he was doing his utmost, to replicate the pleasure that John's mouth had given him, on the sofa.

"Hold the shaft at the base. That's it Petey. Can you feel how thick it is? You love that, don't you boy. That's it! Suck on that fat, cock head. Now, use your tongue. Good boy, good boy. Oh, you like it don't you. Swallow all your cum, my little, Petey boy. MMM it tastes good, doesn't it? I know you like it"

Peter loved what he was doing. He had never sucked a cock before. He was amazed how hot it was. He pulled down on the shaft and felt John's foreskin draw back. He just had to see again, this purple gland that crowned the thick shaft. He took his mouth off the cock and gazed in wonder at the purple cock head that glistened with precum and his own saliva. The words just came out as he thought them.

"Beautiful. Your purple knob is just so beautiful. Your cock, John! Oh my God! It is just so magnificent. I love it. I really love it."

"Of course you do, Petey. Of course you do. I knew you would love it. Now show me how much you love it, how much you want to be my special boy, my little cock sucking Petey!"

Strands of saliva and precum joined his lips to his new found treasure. He devoured it again and marveled at the sponginess of the crown, as his tongue salivated all over the slit and underside. He took as much of it, into his mouth, as he could. He slid his lips up and down and swallowed often. He was dripping saliva on John's essence, as so many young men before him, had done. Had he known this, he most likely would not have cared. He truly wanted this.

John kept encouraging him with soft complimentary phrases.

"Oh Petey, baby, you really are such a good little cock sucker! No. You are a wonderful cock sucker!"

Peter loved the praise and increased his efforts to please.

John told him his mouth was so inviting, so warm, so wet, and so sweet. Tenderly he ran his hands through Peter's hair. He held his head gently. Oh yes, John knew how to get the best out of his young men and Peter, Petey, was going to be no exception.

Peter's saliva was running down onto his balls and this was ticklish for John, so he moved Peter next to the bed and using his hand, tilted the young man's head back, so that it rested on the bed. He stood over him, dominant, masterful and commanding. Peter recognized that this man was his superior, sexually and couldn't help but desire to serve him, to be for him, to do for him. It felt so right.

Peter's eyes were on John's glistening, engorged, purple knob, standing proudly atop his impressive, throbbing, manly, shaft. He felt so submissive to his masterful seducer. He raised his eyes to look into John's. John recognized the look. He had seen this look in the eyes of all the young men he had enjoyed. It was the look that said "I am yours, master. I yield to you. Do with me, what you will. I give myself, body and soul, to you."

John smiled down at him in a fatherly way, as he exercised his total control over his beautiful young man.

"Suck me deep, Petey. Take as much as you can, as deeply as you can. That's it! That's it! Good man, good man! You are a natural! Such a sweet, warm, wet mouth, you have Petey."

Such praise made Peter feel he was doing a good job and the more John complimented him on his cock sucking, the more, he endeavored to swallow. In this position, he had no choice, but to swallow. He loved the taste of the big man. His copious precum was so sweet on his tongue, so easy to swallow. Peter wanted more. He wanted John to come in his mouth, as he had come, in torrents, in John's mouth.

John already knew this but he had other plans. He was just getting warmed up. He had emptied his cum in many mouths. He had deposited his cock cream down many throats but tonight was going to be special. This was a night he was going to remember. This was a night he was going to enjoy like no other. Peter was a special young man, he was his 300th virgin. He was not a sissy boy or an effeminate boy like the receptionist. He was a real man, who was just discovering the delights that only a man can show another man. They were real men, doing manly things together and this above all else, made John last long and hard. The Viagra helped too.

So, John ran his fingers through Peter's hair and while he pushed his cock far, in to the handsome, young man's mouth, he did try to hit his throat. He wanted Peter to get used to having his mouth filled and to enjoy the feeling and taste of his cock, so that when he withdrew, he would feel a sense of loss and yearn for more. He was so right. Peter was having the time of his life, sucking on the most wonderful cock, he had ever had the good fortune to lay his eyes on.

John placed one hand behind his cock suckers head and ran his other hand through the young man's hair. Goodness me, John thought, he is a handsome devil and he is really enjoying this. Look at him make love to my cock; he will soon be ready for what I want of him; and so, with words of praise, eye to eye contact, warm smiles and gently whispered, words of encouragement, John began slowly, almost imperceptibly, to pull Petey's head towards him, thereby resulting, in deeper and deeper penetration of his mouth, until the young man's gag reflex kicked in, causing him to choke a little bit and then cough.

John always knew when to pull out and allow his virgins the opportunity to catch their breath, but as his own pleasure increased, those gaps between the withdrawal of his cock from this special, cock sucker's mouth, and the subsequent re-entry, became shorter and shorter. As Petey gagged, the way beginner cock suckers do, more and more spit came out of his mouth and thick threads of precum and his saliva, were soon spreading all over his face and chin. Likewise, John's cock was now a glisten with the same mix.

John loved this. The wetter the cock sucker's mouth, the harder his cock became. The harder his cock became, the greater his need to penetrate yet further, the virgin mouth. There was no let up for Petey, who found breathing increasingly difficult and at times, felt he was definitely going to choke on this massive cock. But the smiles and the kind words of encouragement, the gentle massaging of his head and his own awakened need to suck more, sweet juice from this incredibly, sexy, man's beautiful, warm, appendage, only added to his desire to please John. In short, a cock sucker had been born. Peter felt himself lucky to have this beautiful, hot, throbbing, leaking, delight, wanting him, a complete nobody, to please it, to suckle it, to satisfy its ever increasing need.

John withdrew his cock from Peter's mouth and stroked his face tenderly.

"You are a great little cock sucker Petey. Now, climb up on the bed like a good boy and lie beside me."

"Like this?" asked Peter, leaning across John who was now in a supine position.

There was no answer from John. He simply pulled Peter's head down to his cock and as if he had been doing this all his short life, Peter's mouth opened and John's still, steel hard erection, entered Peter's willing mouth. Holding Peter by the head, John controlled the speed and the depth of Peter's cock sucking and the young Peter let it happen. Deep in to his throat the purple knob went and saliva and precum poured out of Peter's mouth and down the thick, long, hard, shaft of the master seducer.

John was just, so loving what he was doing now. With his eyes closed and without raising his hips the slightest, he used the young man's head and mouth as something to jerk off in to.

"Suck that big dick Petey. You are the best, the best I tell you."

With his head facing downwards Peter found it easier to take more and more of John's wonderful, big cock and still enjoy the benefit of the flavour of his precum that now was his most favourite drink in the whole world. A few more minutes of this and Peter was soon going to swallow John's cock head. It seemed to be the most natural thing to do and bless him if he didn't want to gobble it all up.

John had other plans of course. He was just giving the young man a breather. John really was a bit of a devil. He had been waiting all week to have his wicked way with this young man and now that he had him, almost deep-throating his favourite organ, he was not going to lose out, on any of those favourite, little, pleasures that made his cock pulse with joy. He pulled Peter's head from his cock and was immediately on his feet at the side of the bed. He pulled Peter by the shoulders until he was at the edge of his bed.

"That's it, he said. "Now let your head fall over the side of the bed. Good man. Suck it in baby. Suck my big cock in to your mouth. That's it! Good man Petey! You are a quick learner. Oh you love this don't you?

Unable to answer as his mouth was full of cock, Peter just allowed John to slide in and out of his mouth again. Raising his eyes to look up, all he could see was John's shaft going in and out of his mouth and all he could feel were those big, heavy, balls sliding across his face. He felt rather than saw John, lean over him and start to play with his cock again. He felt fingertips caress his balls and move on past them, along his perineum. It was just so wonderful and then he felt the warm, wet mouth of his older lover, suck all of his cock into his mouth and he thought that nothing could possibly be more pleasurable. He was wrong of course. Poor boy! No, lucky boy!

John's long tongue was soon licking past Peter's scrotum and on down, along his perineum. He expected Peter to react, exactly the way he did, when his thick, warm, soft, wet, tongue lapped around his pink, rose bud. Peter went into spasms of delight as these new sensations assailed him. He almost rolled his body upwards to allow John's tongue to lick his bum hole. His mouth filled with precum and saliva as he became overwhelmed with pleasurable sensations. He really did think he had died and gone to heaven. More please, he screamed in his mind, oh God more please!

John reached under the pillow and found the Vaseline Petroleum Jelly. The top was soon off, his fingers coated, and Peter's puckered little back door was penetrated without resistance. First one fat finger entered, probed and pleasured the young man; then two fat fingers, entered, made little circles, probed, searched for, sought out and found the prostate walnut and, as they gently massaged it, Peter really did whimper like a little girl and fluid began to leak continuously from his semi-hard cock. He was so out of control. He could suck no more. His jaw was sore and he was dizzy with delight.

John smiled to himself, reached under the pillow and found the butt plug he needed. He jabbed it into the Vaseline, pulled his fingers from Peter's butt and with ease, inserted the butt plug where his fingers had been. Once the young man was comfortable he began to work it around and around, pushing in and pulling out, then around and around, pushing in and pulling out. Peter was moaning in sheer delight. It was strange to him that this should be happening but he did not want it to stop. Every now and then, John withdrew the butt plug and then pushed it slowly, all the way in.

For Peter this was all new. Did he like it? You can be sure he did, especially when John sucked Peter's dripping, cock head back in to his mouth. John's own cock remained rock hard and was trying to get back in to Peter's mouth. When he realised that the young man could do no more sucking, John knew the moment had come to break in to his virgin, anal passage. The thought of pushing his big, purple, knob in to virgin territory, always gave the great man a feeling of manly dominance. He was going to mount this willing, young virgin and his great cock was going to wash his insides with all his man seed. He pictured it in his mind once more, as he had been doing all week. My God, he was going to fuck this young man so hard.

John stopped what he was doing, rose from the bed and dragged young Peter to the floor. The butt plug was stuck in Peter's bum and each movement of his body caused beautiful feelings to radiate from deep inside him and engulf his whole being. All sensation and awareness he was now conscious of, was centred in his back passage.

Whatever else he was, John was not a selfish lover. He was always considerate of his young men and wanted them to enjoy being dominated and mounted, by a superior man. With his precious virgins, he was particularly circumspect in his tender treatment of their deflowering.

Tonight was a special night for him. Apart from the importance of the number, and this was for him, remember, a most special thing, he really had taken a fancy to this young, small town man. There was something pure and desirable about him. Maybe it was his innocence, or his home town charm, maybe it was his good looks and youthfulness, maybe it was all these things combined, or maybe, it was just the desire to seduce, enjoy and fuck yet another, beautiful, young, lusty, man.

He wanted the young man to feel that this was so special and unique. But John was driven now by a week of abstinence. He had to fuck and he had to fuck now. He had worked hard all week to get to here. He had foregone the pleasure of his regular, special boys and casual pick-ups. His whole being was now concentrated in his cock head's desire to be satiated and satiated he would be. The moment for fulfillment had arrived. His cock was sore with desire. Droplets of precum were falling down and staining the rug.

He ran his hands up and down Peter's firm young body. Oh fuck he wanted this so badly. He played with the nipples of his virgin. He ran his hands up the virgin's hairy legs. He pushed its head down wards towards the floor. He pulled it's ass up to his rampant cock. He pulled the butt plug out of his intended destination. He reached across for the Vaseline. He coated his fingers and rubbed up and down the length of his erection.

He admired his own beautiful, large, cock and coated it with the greasy substance. He pulled the firm butt cheeks apart and admired the view. He spat twice and both times landed his spit in to the orifice of his desire. He took his monster in his hand. Its needs had to be met. He looked at the boy's open rosebud. It was opening and closing in anticipation. He just had to kiss it and tongue it one more time and he did.

He heard the boy's moaning increase as he did all these things. It mattered not. His thick purple cock head was directing things now. He moved slowly forward. He took his cock by the shaft and teased his bitch. He knew the owner of this gaping virgin hole was both terrified of his cock, yet hungry for it. He placed his thick, cock head at the gateway to anal heaven. He sighed with desire and his virgin did likewise. He pushed forward and withdrew, teasing himself and his young man. He fought his own desire. This was going to last. He pushed forward again and the tip of his beautiful crown slipped forward and just like that, popped inside, past Peter's outer defenses.

Both men were breathing heavily. The fire in the tip of John's cock was matched only by the fire in Peter's bottom. It hurt. Fuck, did it hurt.

"Push against me, Petey, push outwards against me," he whispered softly to his boy.

Peter complied and John's great, big, cock flowed all the way in to the young man and he was a virgin no more. It was so hot and so tight inside the young man. He breathed in and out slowly, holding himself perfectly still, allowing his young lover time to get comfortable with this massive intruder. He was so going to enjoy this. Petey's back passage fitted him like a glove. It was the perfect match for John's now pulsing cock.

At first Peter could not believe that he had taken suck a thick cock deep in to his entrails and the initial burning pain was so sore. Once he accepted what was happening to him, he started to like the feeling, well, who wouldn't? He listened to John who told him to relax and breathe deeply. He felt movement inside and the big cock slowly began to pull out of him. Oh, that is a nice sensation he thought. The tip of John's beautiful cock was still inside him and he pictured that in his mind. His own cock hardened somewhat. Then John did a beautiful thing that caused him to cry out in pleasure. As if in slow motion, the big man allowed his big cock to glide all the way in and the second his pubic hair touched Peter's lovely round bum, he raised his hips and lifted his man lover, right off the ground.

John was deep inside and fully in control of his actions. He always liked to surprise his victims by raising them off the ground, to show them, the great strength of his cock and they always cried out in pleasure and disbelief. Petey was no exception. John admired his own handiwork. He so loved these submissive young men, who willing dropped on their knees before him, once he had strung them along. He lowered Petey to the floor and began a gentle fucking, that would have been a beautiful sight to behold. John really was a master cocksman.

Down and to the left, withdraw slowly; down and to the left, withdraw slowly; down and to the left, withdraw slowly. He loved doing this. He loved his dominance. He truly enjoyed being inside young men, making love to them in a measured, controlled way. This maximized his pleasure and theirs too. This he could tell from their moans of delight and the way they would push back against him, more urgently, more rapidly. He would always dictate the pace of his ride by placing his hands on their hips and using his wonderfully strong, hairy, arms to guide and control the force and speed of his penetration, its direction and above all else, the intensity of his own pleasure, which at this moment was almost orgasmic. He did not want to ejaculate prematurely.

When John lifted him off the floor with the upward movement of his cock Peter just cried out both in pleasure and pain. He had never thought a man could do that. With his head now on the floor, Petey was in a whole new world of pleasure. At first he felt the need to pee and thought he would actually wet himself. Then he thought he needed to take a dump. Then John's downward stroke hit his prostate and his life changed. Oh my good God! He could not believe this. He didn't even know a man could feel such intense sexual pleasure up inside his bum. He tried to push back to get it again but his efforts were thwarted by the man who had mounted him. He just submitted to the pleasure that was being afforded him. He did not want this to stop. Luckily for him it was not going to for quite a while yet. John was only just getting started.

John began to move faster. His stroking action was masterful and controlled. His cock was delighting in this tight new channel that had been greased to perfection. It opened up nicely on the inward stroke, his lover would moan in ecstasy, and on the outward stroke, his lover's hot narrow passage, his man pussy as it were, almost seemed to cling on to his cock more tightly, reluctant to let it leave. Taking his lover by the hips and pushing in until he bottomed out, John would move his hips in a circular motion for ten to twenty seconds. He loved the way this made his cock feel and he grunted in his rutting of the body he had invaded. Oh how his lover's, his bitches, screamed out when he did this.

For variety John would thrust in hard and withdraw all the way out for the sheer pleasure of watching his thick, cock be swallowed up by the pink bum hole. He loved that word. He loved those pink gateways to man love paradise. Then he would do the same thing slowly, to grant tortuous, pleasure to his lover. Yes John was the consummate artist, the Fucker General, the Master of the Mount. Still inside little Petey, he got up on his hunkers and rode him hard.