Hey all! I decided to turn this into a series. Here is the link to part I. Part II is below. This is about two months after part I. Enjoy!

After I sucked Tyler’s dick that first time, things stayed basically normal between us. We kept hanging out 2-3 times a week like we had been doing – he’d come over, we’d have a few drinks and shoot the shit for a while – but with one notable change: he started to get more comfortable asking me to “help him out.” At first it was maybe once a week if that often, but pretty soon it was almost every time we hung out. He insisted he wasn’t gay, it was just... convenient, I guess is a good word. He liked to cum (who doesn't?) and I liked getting him there. Eventually it just became part of our “routine” together. He’d come over, we’d drink for a while, maybe watch part of a movie, then he’d ask me to get him off. I was still leaving my dick alone while I’d blow him, but as soon as he went home for the night I’d jerk myself off while I replayed our earlier activities in my head.

One night, just like any other, he came over and we were in my kitchen making drinks. Usually he’d get 2 or 3 into his system before he’d work up the courage to ask for my “help.” He must’ve been particularly horny on this day though, because I was standing at the counter and turned around to see him standing there with his cock hanging out as he gestured toward it with his eyes, communicating nonverbally that he was ready for me to blow him.

“Already? Right here?” I asked. The growing number of blowjobs I’d given him up to this point all took place on my couch, so I wasn’t prepared to turn around to this.

“It’s not gonna suck itself,” he said as he smiled at me.

I knew Tyler liked to get rough based on stories he’d told me about his sex life with his ex. Once our little arrangement started to become a regular thing, I hoped I’d get to see more of that side of him firsthand. Him being assertive like this and commanding me to get down and suck it was, in my opinion, a step in that direction.

I laughed as I dropped to my knees in front of him, our forgotten drinks sitting on the counter.

I took his flaccid dick in my mouth and could feel it starting to grow while I sucked. He started to moan, putting his hands on either side of my head and controlling my speed as his now rock-hard cock was sliding between my lips.

I could tell this was going to be a quick one.

“Hang on a second,” he said, letting me come off his dick for a moment. He took me by my shoulders while I was still kneeling and moved me toward the cabinet, positioning me so the back of my head was against the counter. When I realized he wanted to fuck my face, I could have cum in my pants right then and there. I couldn’t help but briefly rub my dick through my pants and give it some relief as he took a step towards me, almost pinning my head back as he held his cock in front of my lips, telling me it was time to open up again.

I complied and wrapped my mouth back around him as he started slowly thrusting into my face. I lightly gagged as he pressed against the back of my throat. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, pausing every now and then to let me catch my breath.

Both his hands were firmly holding the edge of the counter on either side of my head as he started to swear. I could always tell he was getting close when his moans turned into a long, drawn-out “Fuuuuck” or “Shiiiit.”

After the first couple times I blew him, he stopped asking me if I would swallow and instead would simply tell me when it was about to happen.

“I’m so close… I’m gonna cum,” he said, his hips moving faster until I felt him shoot his ropes of cum down my throat. Most of it I didn’t even swallow this time, it just went right down.

He let out a big sigh of relief as he stepped back and his cock fell out of my panting mouth.

“Thanks dude.” He helped me stand back up before he gave me a smirk and said, “You finish making our drinks, I’m gonna have a smoke,” then left me to go on my balcony and light a cigarette.

I couldn’t be more turned on. This was a taste of the aggressive, dominant Tyler I’d heard about. Obviously I wanted to jerk off, but there wasn’t time for that now. I did go change my boxer briefs because I’d been leaking precum the entire time I was blowing him so my crotch was more or less soaked. Once I had a fresh pair on, I made both our drinks and joined him on the balcony.

The rest of the night was business as usual, we just drank outside and talked about whatever. It started getting later when he looked over at me and asked, “You down for a round 2 tonight?”

We hadn’t done that before, twice in one night, but this had become the way we’d typically end our nights hanging out together, with me blowing him. I guess the one from earlier didn’t count, lol.

“Damn, you can’t get enough of my mouth, can you,” I teased him as I stood up to go inside and repeat what we’d just done a couple hours earlier. He followed me in and dropped his jeans and his boxers before taking a seat on the couch.

When I put his dick in my mouth, I could still taste his cum from before. I was moaning around his cock when seemingly out of nowhere he just said, “Hey.”

I looked up at him, confused about why he stopped me.

“Stand up and take your dick out.”

I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I knew he’d seen me rubbing myself when I blew him earlier that night. I did as I was told. It was already hard and was smeared with precum.

He stood facing me, lining our cocks up next to each other. “Let’s see how you measure up,” he joked, but I think he quickly regretted it when he realized I was slightly bigger than he was.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me yours was bigger than mine?” he asked.

“They’re almost the same size, plus I didn’t think it really mattered,” I had to laugh at how sensitive he was about his size even though he had nothing to be embarrassed about. He had a great cock.

At this point we were both holding our own dicks, and I thought he’d tell me to get back to sucking him, but he stood there, looking down at both of them.

I took a chance, grabbed his free hand, and led it to my cock. He went with it, wrapping his hand around me and slowly moving back and forth. The stimulation caused me to moan after I’d been neglecting my dick during all our encounters.

He smirked at me as he jerked both of us off. “I’ve never done this to another guy before,” he said. “But I guess it’s the least I could do after how many times I’ve fed you my load.”

Our faces were just inches apart and I was tempted to try and kiss him, but I knew he wouldn’t be into it so I just closed my eyes as he continued to stroke our cocks.

After a couple minutes of that, he cleared his throat and I came back to reality, opening my eyes. I could see he was losing interest in this and wanted me to get back to doing the heavy lifting. I laughed as I put my hand on his shoulder and pushed him back onto my couch and I resumed my position on my knees in front of him.

“Good boy,” he said, holding his dick at the base and pointing it towards me.

Before I could get back to sucking, he said, “You know you can cum too, right? Like, I don’t want it to get on me or anything, but if this turns you on then you should cum.”

“Alright, cool,” I said as I put my mouth back on his cock. With his blessing, I let my right hand wander down to start stroking myself while I bobbed up and down on him.

One of his hands found its way onto the back of my head, just lightly resting on it, but when I’d go all the way down he’d use it to hold me in place for a second or two.

It caused me to gag and I think it drove both of us wild, or at least I know it did me. When I knew I was getting close, I took him out of my mouth and told him I was about to cum.

I looked down and watched as I shot my load between his spread legs. Most of it landed on the carpet, some hit the base of the couch. I’d have to remember to clean that up later so it wouldn’t stain.

My breathing slowly returned to normal as he guided my head back into his lap. “Break’s over,” he joked. “Now make me do that too.”

I laughed as I obeyed and focused my attention back on him, applying a lot of suction as I moved faster up and down his dick.

“That’s right, make me cum, bitch.” I love dirty talk and if I hadn’t literally just cum seconds before, that could have sent me over the edge.

He didn’t give me a warning this time, he just shot his load into my mouth. I choked a little since I wasn’t expecting it and some of his cum dripped back onto his cock.

“You’d better clean that up,” he practically growled. I looked up at him and held eye contact as I licked all the cum off his cock and swallowed it down.

“That’s better,” he said as he ran his hand through my hair, almost affectionately, which caught me off guard but I didn’t hate it.

I went to the bathroom to clean myself up as he put his pants back on and got ready to head home.

“As always, thanks for a great night,” he said. “See you again in a few.”

Yeah, I was definitely a fan of this arrangement we had.