The Alpha Academy - Chapter 1 (part 3/3)

And the voice was not heard anymore. Its message was clear: Trevor needed his hole creamed deep with my load. I was fucking up for that; I loved to out-top another hunk. I turned my head to look at him and so did he. I smelled a hint of poppers.

Obeying an irresistible urge, I launched myself onto him. We started making out. Everything felt peculiarly intense: the thickness of his lips, the wetness of his tongue, the hair of his chest against mine. Both our cocks stiffened, sliding against one another. Pre-cum was forming; my cock was getting ready for insertion.

Almost by reflex, my hands drifted down to his ass. I deeply wanted to spread his cheeks open, expose his hole, run a spit-covered finger on it. I had done the exact same countless times before. Why should it be any different?

I had not expected the feeling of his own hands reaching for my hole too. Was my body language not clear enough for him? He pulled my cheeks apart, all the while I tried to wiggle out of his grasp. But his hands were big and strong, and I couldn’t get away. I thought I should feel annoyed, but I instead found myself kind of amused. Why not crank the fun up a notch then! I swung my body to the side and we fell onto some sort of bench. Caught by surprise, he swung a leg to catch his balance, thus ending up sat right on top of me, a leg on either side. How about that, big boy?

He smirked, so as to concede the move.

- Good one, Kenny. Boy, I’m really gonna enjoy loading up your pussy.

There wasn’t even an ounce of challenge in his tone. He almost sounded… endeared!? Out of nowhere, he grabbed my cock, and shook it between his cheeks, pulling out his tongue at me. The air smelled of poppers again.

- Is that what you think that big boy cock is getting? Trevor asked defiantly, slapping my cock on his hole.

What the hell was he doing? It was literally edging at this point. I had to focus not to bust. Not that I wouldn't love to see my nut all over that crack — however, that load had to go inside and nowhere else. My face turned red from the intense concentration.

- Good boy, Kenny! Already practicing cum control.

- Fuck you Trevor. Sit on this cock already, you know how this is gonna end, I replied impatiently.

- Haha! Well you can’t force it, can you? So why don’t you try to convince me with your tongue first?

He turned around and pressed his ass right on my face. I didn't even question it and started tonguing his hole, as though I had been programmed to. Gosh he tasted good. I was definitely gonna own that pussy, and nothing could stop me. 

I realized I was unconsciously waiting to him to deepthroat my cock, like boys usually do while I'm licking their hole open. But there was no sign of his mouth wetting my shaft. I couldn’t see what he was doing, with all this ass over my face.

All of a sudden, I felt my legs being spread apart and right after, the wetness of a tongue against my own hole. That jerk! He had tricked me into getting rimmed. And fuck, his tongue was strong, and big, and … ughhhh, another whiff of popper. My hole relaxed a bit.

- Fuckk, I couldn't help but say.

- You like that don’t you, boy?

He started moving his hole back and forth on my face slowly. Tasting and smelling him was hypnotic. I licked his taint, his hole, then the taint again. And still that tongue working around my hole… Suddenly, his balls landed in my mouth. I came back to my senses — What was I doing? I had to take back control.

- That’s enough, now. Get over here, I said firmly.

I felt his tongue withdraw. He slowly raised his body, kneeling around my head. He turned around slowly, staying right above my face. He let his cock weigh heavily on my face, and beyond it I could see his shiny abs, his thick, meaty pecs, and finally his masculine, assertive face. A word came to my mind, and escaped my lips before I could prevent it:

- Daddy…

He smirked slightly. He spat on his cock, and my face got some.

- Rub it, he ordered.

My hand reached over and I did as he told, spreading the spit on his shaft. I licked the underside too. The scent of popper was there again, and I surrendered yet more to the blissful dizziness. My hole suddenly started feeling itchy. My legs spread slightly, uncontrollably.

- Already? Trevor said, faking surprise.

He backed up until he was between my legs. I could see his rock-hard, upright shaft, shiny with both our spit. I was suddenly worried it would dry out, and instinctively raised my ass to align with his cock.

- There you go boy, he approved with a soothingly deep voice.

His glans touched my pussy slightly, then pushed more firmly.

- Take a deep breath, now.

I inhaled. The poppers felt even more intense, and the rush spread to my hole, relaxing it yet more. Sensing it, he thrust right into me.

- UUUUHH ! ..Fuck, Daddy!

- Beg for it, boy. Beg for me to load up that pussy, he demanded. At this point he was pounding, pushing and pulling my hole in and out. I was going crazy with the feeling.

- Please… I gasped. Please! Fill me up...

The feeling was overwhelming, I couldn’t think of anything else anymore. All I wanted was to feel the length of Trevor's cock pulsing and pumping his load deep into me.

- Say that you want to be a pussyboy.

- I… uh… I...

He stopped thrusting, with the tip inside.

- SAY IT!

I couldn't bear it, I need to get fucked soooo fucking bad!

- I want to be a pussyboy, Sir!

- What was that?

- Please, Sir! Make me your pussyboy!

Right as his balls slapped against my ass, I felt him burst, flooding my insides.

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