More Than I Could Handle
by: Peter
(© 2014 by the Author)
 

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My dad had taken a job four states away as farm manager for a big agriculture outfit and I was living with a farm family so I could finish high school. It was a big family, seven kids, rather poor, but they took me in and made me welcome.  I was a year older than their oldest son, Kyle; he was a junior, I was a senior although we were both eighteen.  Kyle and his dad both had terrible tempers and they were always butting heads, but his dad thought I was a perfect child and that didn’t set well with Kyle. We were friends, but there was always that tiny bit of jealousy and animosity over the way his Dad treated me.

He was a big kid; over six feet tall, incredibly handsome, with dark complexion and absolutely flawless skin. He had big dark eyes and a quick boyish smile that made girls melt and giggle.  Last, but certainly not least, not known by all, he was hung like a young stallion.  He had the biggest cock I had ever seen, or have seen since, on a kid that age.  I don’t mean just when he was hard. No, it wasn’t one of those cocks that nestled in a patch of hair then extended out and rose to the occasion. It hung out naturally and swung around when he walked around naked, which was most of the time when we were upstairs. He had no modesty, even around his two younger sisters. His attitude was, they didn’t have to look. His younger brothers ogled him all the time.

With such a large family, no one had his own bed, and us being the two oldest, naturally, I slept with Kyle. He also slept naked, so I had to sleep naked too. I didn’t mind, except that it was such a nerve-wracking thing to crawl into bed every night with the big stud and fight to stay on my side of the bed because he was all over the bed in his sleep.  Actually, that didn’t last long. Only the first several nights. I was extremely careful about staying on my side of the bed so we wouldn’t touch. I was older than him, but he was bigger, I didn’t want to be accused of instigating anything, or even being accused of it.  I was afraid Kyle would make something up and his Dad might believe him.

About the third night I woke in horror to find Kyle practically on top of me, his arms and legs wrapped around me.  And his big, meaty cock pressed hotly against the back of my thigh. I almost couldn’t breathe. It was a time in my life when I was just beginning to come to grips with my sexuality. I was starting to accept that maybe I was gay. I didn’t know exactly what that meant, but I knew I was strongly attracted to other boys, including Kyle.  Especially Kyle, since I was in bed with him every night and so close to his warm, muscular, naked body.  I lay perfectly still, praying he would move off of me in his sleep.  But it didn’t happen. 

“What the hell are you doing, all over me like that, are you some kind of queer or something?” he growled as he came awake and moved away.

“You were all over me,” I said.

“Are you saying I’m queer?”

“No, I’m just saying you were the one all over me.”

“You could’ve woke me up and told me to get over.  Or you could’ve gotten over on your side of the bed,” he said with disgust.

“We are on my side of the bed.  If I’d rolled over, I would be on the floor.”

“But you preferred to be cuddle up with me,” he said.

“Hey, fuck off,” I said. That shut him up for a few minutes, but I knew he wasn’t going back to sleep. I knew it wasn’t over.  Kyle took everything as a challenge.  He never let anything go till he had the last word.

“You know what I think? I think you liked it.  That’s the reason you didn’t move away or wake me up.”

I didn’t say anything. It would be better to keep my mouth shut and let him have his last word and it would be over and I could go back to sleep.  I could feel my face grow flush from the mere suggestion that he thought I was gay.  But it wasn’t over. Suddenly he grabbed my arm and shoulder and pulled me down in the bed and I found myself in a headlock between his smooth, powerful thighs and my face smashed in his manhood.  He wasn’t squeezing my head real hard, just tight enough to keep my face in his crotch.

“There, is that what you wanted?” he snarled as he ground his manhood in my face.

Yessss; Goddd, Yesss, it was what I wanted but I couldn’t tell him that or even demonstrate it for fear of his reaction. Besides, he was smothering me in his manhood.

He grabbed me by the hair and jerked my head back but kept the leg lock.

“That what you wanted? You can talk now, so tell me.”

“You’re breaking my neck,” I said.

He reached down and pulled his rubbery cock out of the tangle between his legs and slapped my face with it. He did it hard enough to hurt; smack, smack, smack, smack till I knew my face must be getting red.

“You like that, don’t you?”

I didn’t answer him.

“Tell me you don’t like it and I’ll stop,” he said.

I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to beat me black and blue with his beautiful cock. I wanted him to rape me with it; rape my mouth and my ass. Besides, I knew he wouldn't stop even if I told him to. When I didn’t answer him he squeezed the middle of it and lobbed the head back and forth over my mouth. Stupidly, I flicked my tongue out when I felt the goo of his precum to lick it off. That really set him off.

“You fuckin’ do like it, don’t you?  You like my ball juice. Here, lick it off, I’ll give you some more.” He squeezed and milked his cock, forcing a huge stream of precum out of the wide piss slit and I had no choice but to capture it with my tongue. He laughed.

“Open up,” he said.

I’d already done too much and I pursed my lips tight. Despite what I’d already done, I thought if I refused to suck his cock that would salvage my manhood. But he was having none of it. He squeezed my nose with his other hand and cut off my air.

“You don’t breathe till you suck my cock,” he said.

I held off till I thought I might pass out for lack of air then I opened my mouth to suck in a much needed breath of air. My intake was cut short by his cock being shoved in my mouth. He wasn’t completely hard yet--he was so damned big that it took him a long time to pump that much blood down there--but it was rubbery enough that he was able to force it through my pursed lips. As he did, he rose up and rolled over so he was on top of me, still with my head locked between his legs. It was easier in that position to force himself on me. He kept feeding me cock with his fist and the head was pushing hard against the entrance of my throat. I gagged and tried to wrench free but it was no use. I said I was bigger than him but he was a lot stronger.

“Take it,” he said. “Take that big fucker all the way down your throat. I'll show you what a real cock feels like.”

I was scared shitless that he would get carried away and choke me to death, or at the very least, cut off my air passage till I passed out, then I could just hear him calling for his mom or dad to come see about me and telling them some big tale about what I had forced him to do and he had hit me and knocked me out. I’d heard him make up outlandish tales like that before.

By now his cock was harder and when he shoved it was like a drill going through butter. His cock burst through the opening of my throat and burrowed deep in my gullet. He wasn’t steel-hard so his cock conformed itself to the curvature of my throat and sank so deep that I thought the head was probably in my stomach. He released his leg grip from around my head then and extended them down and spread wide for leverage and hovered over me in a pushup position. He smashed his loins hard against my face, his cock buried to the hilt deep in the nether regions of my throat.  He writhed on top of me so hard my nose hurt and I couldn’t breathe again. I tried to work out from under him but he stopped me on either side. Finally, in a desperate attempt to get some air, I clasped my hands around his hipbones and shoved hard.  I managed to throw him off and his cock pulled out of my throat with a loud suctioning noise as he rolled onto his side. I was shocked to see the size of his cock where it lolled out from his thighs. Fuck, he had to be a foot long! (Not really but it looked like it at that moment).

He was laughing like a devil as I gasped for air.

“What the fuck are you doing, trying to kill me?” I said.

“Catch your breath, because we’re gonna do it again,” he warned me.

“Like hell,” I growled.

He laughed and rolled over on top of me again, pinned me with my arms over my head and my wrists locked in his vise-like grip with his cock looming over my face.

“Open up,” he told me.

I turned my head to the side, my lips pursed.

“Open up,” he said again.

“Fuck you,” I said bravely. But the minute the words were out of my mouth, he twisted my wrists, causing me to cry out and while my mouth was open he shoved his cock in it. I tried to fight him off but it was no use. He shoved his cock down my throat again and started fucking my mouth. I quickly came to the realization that there was nothing I could do but submit to his demands. Not that I didn't want to. If he would just cool down and relax I would be glad to suck his cock but I knew he wouldn't be happy till he forced me to do everything he wanted. I calmed down and gained control of my breathing and it wasn’t so bad. He had my throat stretched so that his cock was sliding back and forth with ease, but I still had to work to control the gag reflex.

Relaxed, I was better able to assess the situation. I was scared to death that somebody might come in and see us so I was perfectly quiet. The only sound in the room were the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of my throat, except when he pulled it out and it made a slurping noise, and the sound of him smacking me in the face with it.  I decided to succumb and let him have his way and do the best I could and get him off as quickly as possible. Maybe then, when his testosterone level was down, we could talk and I could make him understand that I wasn't opposed to sucking his cock but I wanted to do things my way.

I gave him free rein over me without a word of objection. I further submitted by laying my arms out wide over my head in total submission, and let him use my mouth and throat as a pussy.  Like most other things, Kyle's attention span was just as short over sex.  He had only one thing in mind; to get his rocks off and satisfy himself without any regard for me.  And to dominate and humiliate me in the process. 

He lasted longer than I'd hoped.  Drool was running out of the corners of my mouth and down my face.  It was the thick stuff that he was dredging up from deep in my throat.  But I wasn't choking; I was learning to breath.

Then suddenly he uttered a deep moan and said he was gonna cum.  I braced myself.  I'd never witnessed that and I imagined he would shoot like the stallion he was, and drown me in his semen.  I didn't know how it would be to have the stuff shot deep into my throat, how my swallowing reflexes would work.  My throat was wrapped so tightly around his thick meat that I felt the sudden powerful surge of his cum spurting through his cock, and then he was cumming.  It was weird, having it shot so deep in my throat and I imagined it was actually shooting right into my stomach. But then he withdrew several inches till the head of his cock was in my mouth, and he was spewing warm, thick cum across my tongue.  He was cumming like a horse.  Within seconds my mouth was flooded and my tongue was submerged in cum and I was getting my first real taste of the warm male nectar. I loved it, and I was instantly hooked.

The next realization that hit me was that he would make me swallow.  I already had much of his load in my stomach, but it was different holding the stuff in my mouth and having to swallow it down.  I didn't know if I could get it down. But I knew I couldn't spit it out, that would piss him off and it would make a mess that couldn't be explained away. He confirmed that I had no choice.

"Swallow it," he said gruffly.  "I worked hard to work it up for you, don't waste it." He made it clear that I had to swallow before he would take his cock out of my mouth.

I swirled the stuff around in my mouth, all around the big head of his cock, causing him to moan, and he shoved his cock back down my throat.  He fucked in and out several times and each time caused a suctioning sensation that sent a torrent of warm, thick cum down my throat. With that it was relatively easy to finish swallowing his load.

When he was certain I had not wasted any, he withdrew his cock and laid over on his back.  I lay there, still gulping down my own spit to wash the taste out of my mouth.  

"That was great," he said with a quiet laugh. "You're a fuckin' good cocksucker."

I didn't respond.  I thought it was pretty damned good, too, but I didn't like being called a cocksucker.

"We can do this every night," he said.

"Okay, but……."

"But nothing. You heard me, you're gonna suck my cock every night," he said.  “And maybe every morning before we catch the bus.”

"Fine, but shut up and let me finish," I said.  "I'll suck your cock every night, but don't force me.  Just let me do it."

He rose up on his elbow and smiled down at me.  “You’ve been wanting to do this all along, haven’t you?”

“Since the first time I saw you,” I said.

He lay back with a huge smile of satisfaction and contentment.  “It’s great you came to live with us,” he said.  Then suddenly he rose up and leaned over me.  “You haven’t been messing around with my sisters, have you?”

“No!” I said with a scowl.  “You think I would be that stupid? Your dad would kill me.”

“He’d have to get in line.  I wanted to know, ‘cause they’ve both got the hots for you.  You could fuck ‘em both in a heartbeat. Just make sure you don’t.”

There was another long period of quiet.  “I’m gonna fuck you sometime,” he said.

I tightened up inside at the mere thought of having his huge horse cock shoved in my ass. 

He laughed.  “Bet your asshole is tight as a drum about now, just thinking about it.”

“I don’t think it’d work, Kyle,” I said. “You’re too big.”

“We’ll see.” 

To be continued...? 

Posted: 10/24/14