A Tale Of Two Mikes, Part 2
Mike knelt down and put his lips around my cockhead. He began to suck slowly, rubbing his tongue over its sensitive skin. I felt him grab my ass in both hands and squeeze. Then his long fingers slowly began working my asshole open. I moaned in ecstasy. Then he stopped, pulled his fingers out of my ass, and stood up.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I want you to try on something cool," he replied. I willingly agreed, wanting him to resume his service of my meat. He reached under his bed and pulled out something black and told me to close my eyes. I did so, feeling him put these weird straps around my body and pulling my cock. He told me to open my eyes, and I saw what I was now wearing- a leather strap around my chest. Mike put this weird thing around my shaft that had a leather strip attached to it.
"What is this for?"
"I want you to wear this. Now suck me."
"Not until you finish sucking me!"
He tugged on the leather strap attached to my cock and I screamed. He pulled again, and I fell onto my knees. He rammed his cock into my mouth and ordered me to suck. I did so, hoping he wouldn't pull my cock again. Within minutes, his manjuice was in my mouth. I swallowed it, glad to finally taste his cock. The two of us lay down on his bed, which was covered in his dirty boxers.
"That was great, Mike," he whispered. "Sorry about the bondage stuff. But you look so fucking hot in it!"
"It's not a problem. You could’ve told me, though."
"I didn't think you'd want to if I asked."
I licked his chest. "Let me be the bitch for a few hours more."
Mike smiled. "Then we'll switch," he said as he put his hand on my balls. "Ready?" "Yes. Be rough," I said.
At my request, he squeezed my hairy balls and pulled them really hard. He ordered me to lick his balls, so I made my way down to his meat and licked every inch of his rod and then his sack. As he moaned loudly, I took his dick and jerked it off. His cum shot out onto my chest. He pulled the strap around my cock with the order to lay on my back. As I rolled over, Mike stood and sat on my face. My tongue began to probe his ass. A few minutes later, he stopped and got off the bed. He pulled the strap on my cock.
"Bitch, kneel on the floor!" I did so, and Mike loomed over me. "Do you want my meat?"
He moved and his meat slapped my face. I moaned in desire, and he pulled the strap. "Shut the fuck up!" Mike made me bend over and expose my ass, and he shoved his hard, unlubed dick into it. He yanked the strap with every thrust until his com splattered in my hole. Then he took off the harness and cock strap and put it on himself.
"My turn to be the bitch. You're having so much fun," he said.
To be continued