An Accidental Snap - Part 3

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

Yeah, I'm gonna have to add another part to this! 

A single cloudy bead trailed from his matted, tangled armpit hair down the edge of his solid ribcage. It left a damp streak in its path, where his warm, moist flesh became wetter from the sweat. He’d spent the last two hours working out, and now Tommy Roberts was as ripe as an old apple.

He stood in the mirror wearing nothing but a chain around his neck. His beefy cock couldn’t decide whether the sight before him was arousing or just entertaining, and so he switched from erect to flaccid as I worked on him.

“Between my toes, slut” came the command, and so I slipped my tongue back between his big toe and the one next to it, and cleaned out the gap into my mouth.

I’d come to know and crave the taste of Tommy’s body. There wasn’t a single inch of the man that I hadn’t indulged in over the last few months. His toes, his feet, his thighs, calves and chest. His stomach, armpits, shoulders and neck. My tongue and lips belonged to him, but the best was always saved until last.

I ran my aching tongue over the bridge of his foot. I felt the veins, and then I felt the depressions on his ankle where his sweaty gym socks had strangled the skin. His leg hairs, as thick as blades of summer grass, swarmed my mouth as I bathed him.

He always kept his legs spread apart for this. He liked when I worked for it, and so as soon as I felt his heavy pole against the top of my head, I swung left, continued down his other leg, and ended between his other toes. Tommy clasped his hands around the back of his head, looking as though he was competing in a body building tournament. Every sharp muscle tensed as he squeezed, and I took that as my cue to continue.

Grime and sweat spread across my tongue and I gulped it all down eagerly. This was my life now. I was Tommy’s rag. Tommy’s toy. Tommy’s plaything. I flicked my tongue up his stomach, cleaning out his bellybutton before sliding it over each individual pack of muscle where his abs bulged. Further again, mopping up the sharp, salty sheen of sweat that covered his firm chest. I nursed on each nipple, feeling the buds harden between my lips, and finally reached the source of the powerful, masculine fragrance that was so deliciously strong that it hit the back of my throat.

“Clean every inch, slut” he told me, twisting his body so that his bush of armpit hair was presented directly to my face. I’d yet to find a more delicious cocktail. The feeling of Tommy’s damp pit hair as it trapped my tongue inside the wet, warm confines of his underarm, and forced me to deeply inhale his manly stench made my cock strain inside the cage.

I slurped on the damp flesh, filling my mouth with the pungent sweat that Tommy Roberts produced in vast quantities. It was like taking a shot of sea water, but far more appealing than that. It proved his masculinity. Every bead. Every droplet. Every dark, damp sweat patch that stained his t-shirts. Every pair of wet boxer briefs that he’d drop on my face, just to watch me squirm as my useless little nub swelled inside the unforgiving steel that he’d wrapped me in four months prior. Tommy Roberts was all man, but most importantly of all, Tommy Roberts was my man.

“Get your tongue in my cock, slut” he told me.

It wasn’t a blowjob he was after. The young man was more than capable of demanding those. No, Tommy wanted me to clean him after a long day, and clean him I most certainly would. I lifted his manhood in my hand, and felt the weight of it as I stared at the wrinkled fold of foreskin that kept his delicious helmet covered. It hung over the tip like a loose sock, and as my tongue spread the skin and met the warm, moist silkiness of his glans, I could taste every piss he’d had and every dirty thought that had crossed through his mind since he’d woken up.

His meat twitched at my touch. I envied him for it. Becoming erect was so natural for him. In fact, Tommy spent more time hard than he did, soft. The blood surged through his rod, stiffening it until the foreskin slid back of its own accord, and I was presented with a glistening cock head which I tongue cleaned until it was spotless.

He turned around. His ass was a sight to behold. The meaty cheeks which were etched with muscle were rather hairless, but once he pried them apart and introduced me to his musky entrance, the hair became a coarse barrier that I dealt with every day.

Everything tasted different here. Given a blind taste test, I could tell Tommy Roberts’ ass from a selection of thousands. He had a sweetness to him down here. A rough, bitter sweetness that caused trails of cock slime to ooze from my soft prick and pool on the floor between my legs. Even the hairs tasted harsher, but the flavour of his potent hole were too delicious to deny.

I ran my tongue over the leathery surface and felt his sphincter tremble as I cleaned him. Sweat and underwear fluff built up, and I swallowed them both, just as hungrily. I circled his opening and he pulled his cheeks harder. An inch was all I could do, any further and I threatened his straight persona, and so I drove my tongue as deep as I was allowed, and finished him off.

I’d come a long way since the accidental snap. When Tommy Roberts entered my dorm room that night, and demanded that his body be worshipped, and mine; used, I could have never imagined how deep into a spiral of hypnotic obsession I’d fall.

He became all that I thought of. Every morning, as I’d lay in bed pumping wood, I’d picture him. Every class, when the faint smell of sweat would waft through the room, I’d picture him. Every time I stood naked in the showers, surrounded by beefy macho men, I’d picture only Tommy, and then one day as we all returned to our dorms, I found him waiting for me at the door.

“I can’t stop thinking about you”.

Surprisingly those words came from him. He said them as he ripped my clothes from my body and forced my cock between my legs. Pinned to the wall by my shoulders, I trembled. And I trembled harder again when his lips touched mine, and his tongue invaded my mouth.

“You’re my slut” he whispered, sliding a finger between my legs, where my folded cock ached. He pushed one into a crease that he’d created, and finger fucked my flesh. “Say it” he said, biting my neck “say it!”

“I… I’m your slut!”

And I was.

And I am.

His visits became more frequent. Every week at first, then every other day. Tommy’s roommate had dropped out, and my own one was a slob. The decision was made one afternoon as he held me onto my bed and ploughed my asshole into oblivion. “I want you close to me” he told me, and the rest is history.

“I’ve got a wrestling match on Saturday” he said, checking himself out in the mirror as I remained on my knees with the taste of his body pouring through my taste buds. “I want you in the crowd, cheering me on like a desperate little slut”.

“Yes sir”

“I want you wearing something tight so that all the other guys can see your locked little clit”.

“Yes sir”.

“And I want the vibrating plug in your pussy, keeping you nice and wet for me”.

“Yes sir”.

It would all happen. There was no doubt. What Tommy wanted, Tommy got, and I was only too happy to oblige.

“And then we’re going to have a little after party” he continued, turning back to me with his hard cock in his fist. He pushed it to my mouth and spread cock slop across my lips. “You’re gonna show all the guys how much of a filthy little whore you are”.

My eyes flicked up to him. My very existence in this room was a secret to the outside world. Tommy made certain that any of his friends who questioned it, believed that I was simply a roommate who he hadn’t picked, and didn’t know.

“You’re gonna share that tight, warm cunt with every dude who asks for it” he continued, slipping deeper into my mouth. “You’re going to suck and fuck whoever I tell you to, because you’re mine”.

I mumbled onto his meat. His thumb slid strands of hair from my forehead, and continued down my cheek.

“I love you” he said, as his balls rested against my chin, “I love you so much that I need to share you”.

The idea of it sent ripples of pleasure through my sexually frustrated body. I hadn’t cum in months, not while conscious, anyway. Sometimes my dreams gave me the release that I so desperately craved, and so every morning, Tommy checked my bedsheets, and should they be damp, my ass became his spanking canvass.

“You’re going to be a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” He breathed, as I swallowed his cock and pre-fuck. I nodded my head and he stroked my cheek again. “You’re such an obedient little whore for Sir”.

He took his phone from the desk and snapped a photo. It wasn’t unusual for him to do it, but I could see his fingers tapping away on the screen. As I continued sucking him, he turned to phone toward me and I stared back at a photo of my sweaty face with my lips spread apart around his meat. The caption read: Leave your chicks at home on Saturday, boys. We’ve got something even better.

I looked up into his beautiful eyes as he grinned at me. My heart raced. Would Tommy end my college reputation with the tap of a single button? If he did, I’d accept it, because Tommy owned me now, and I wasn’t even slightly disappointed by that.

“Whoops” he grinned, and sent the image. “I guess that’s a second accidental snap”.