I have a good friend who does whatever I tell him to do. I keep telling him to stop, but he keeps calling me Sir, yes Sir, no Sir, thank you Sir. To me it's enough that he totally worships my body, without all the verbal stuff. But I decided he can't help it so I let him go on.
We're about the same age, 50s. I know he first latched on to admiring me for my stud muscular body, maintained for years to good effect. Unlike his body, pretty much fatty and neglected. But that's okay. We don't look at or think about his body, it's all about me. I can tell you I'm about six inches taller than him and more buff all over.
Anyway you've figured out by now this friend became my total personal cocksucker. I gave him detailed instruction about just exactly how I like it, and he's been totally my cock slave, except maybe even being smart enough to figure out what I like and to improve on it. That's what this story is about, pretty much. Although I'm still totally in charge, of course.
My thing is I really like to be edged. I like to be edged for a long time. When I say edged I don't mean just floppy-hard dick like you see on porno videos, but always rock hard, really bulging, the veins popping, and on the edge of coming. That's the real edging, and it takes total concentration on the part of both the cocksucker and the stud to make it work.
My sucker is so dedicated to me and to my dick that he's become a total expert on edging me.
For a typical session--arranged in advance--I would just walk in his unlocked front door like it was my own house and drop all my clothes in his entry hall. It's a nice big space with a marble floor and a big curving stairway leading up to the second floor. I didn't have to stand there naked for very long before he would appear and welcome me.
He is always fully clothed: long sleeved shirt, pants, shoes and socks. Sometimes even a jacket and tie, for one of his little surprises.
So I'm standing there with my big fat dick swinging out free and starting to get hard already. I let him take a minute to walk around and look at me, while we chat about which body parts I worked at the gym that day. I relax and maybe flex a little, and he gives me the first touch, on one of the parts I mentioned working on. Like, if it was arms that day, he will gently stroke the biceps and triceps, examining them closely then squeezing and kissing them. Or if it was glutes, he'll kneel down behind me and kiss both my pumped buns all over, stroking them softly and telling me how fine they are.
After a leisurely welcome like this, he will take my hand or elbow and guide me to the blowjob location for that day. This is always another surprise for me, a way I let him be creative in pleasuring me. Sometimes it's in the big "master bedroom" on the ground floor, sometimes it's outside on his pool deck, sometimes it's in an upstairs bedroom, or sometimes for a special kink, out in the hot garage or in the small side yard, where he leans me up right against the house's brick wall.
Always he's totally deferential and wanting to make sure I'm completely comfortable. "Is this spot okay for you, Sir?" Or "Are you happy with this room, Sir?" It's always okay with me, because what he does to me always totally turns me on.
So maybe he would lead me outside and put me down in a chaise longue next to the pool, arranging my feet to rest on the pavement at each side, so my legs were spread wide and my fat low-hanging balls were resting on the seat cushion, with my semi-hard dick flopped over them or maybe up on to my stomach. "Are you all comfortable, Sir?"
This position would let him kneel over me on the chaise, and again to take a minute to admire and worship my muscles. Then he would lean down and take one of my nipples in his mouth. Now this guy figured out really quick that the nipples are a way to totally get to me. It takes a little burrowing through my chest hair to get at them, but when he does, it's like sucking on two more little dicks I have. It makes me crazy and makes my dick go hard right away.
Once my dick is rock-hard like we like it, he doesn't waste any time going to work to keep it that way. At first, he knows it's on a hair trigger and he's got to be super careful not to make it shoot off. Stud Reader, you know how you like your dick sucked and what it takes for your cocksucker to be a champion: my guy does it all, sometimes just teasing the head, or licking the balls, or rotating around up and down the full shaft. He looks me in the eye and moans as he sucks me. He knows when I'm close to shooting and lets go of it quickly, admiring my cock as it swings free, wet and throbbing. As drops of precum appear at its tip, he gently removes them with his fingertip and rubs them into one of my hard nipples.
You wouldn't think that this could go on for very long, but in fact we've edged me amazingly. An early idea my cocksucker had was to extend the time a little every day. "Just a suggestion, Sir, a game I think you will like." I said Yes, so he started setting his phone timer to edge me five minutes longer every day.
To be continued.
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