Pumping Teen Iron Cock 2:
Pumping His Iron Cock Series
Lula Lisbon
Copyright © 2012 Lula Lisbon
Cover Design Copyright © 2012 Lula Lisbon
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Pumping Teen Iron Cock 2:
Pumping His Iron Cock Series
“Tell me one of your fantasies,” Gabriel demanded as he nuzzled Drew’s silky-smooth neck. “And make it a good and dirty one!”
They were sprawled across Gabriel’s luxuriously disheveled king-sized bed; his master bedroom was tastefully decorated in a modern Asian-inspired style, all black mahogany, deep reds, and golds. Drew closed his eyes, not able to concentrate on the question with Gabriel’s wet tongue licking determinedly down his bare chest, and his cock was ready to go again even after the delicious two-hour fuck session they’d just had. A trip-hop mix was softly playing on the stereo, creating a wonderful atmosphere with the dozens of glowing scented candles scattered around the elegant room.
“This is my fantasy,” he whispered, trying to sidestep the line of inquiry. Gabriel stopped short, glaring at the nineteen-year-old, his lips shining and red from the attention he’d been giving Drew’s tight body.
“Don’t bullshit me, kid. I know you’ve got some hot fantasies.” Drew’s face felt hot, and he couldn’t quite seem to meet the older man’s eyes.
Gabriel smirked, and continued, “It’s been two weeks since that first day in the sauna, and I want to know more about your mind.” His gaze raked the younger man’s sleekly muscled nudity. “By now, I already know quite a lot about your body!”
Blushing deeply, Drew still wasn’t used to Gabriel’s sexual directness; and though he liked it, Drew was fairly shy by nature. Painfully aware of his inexperience, the muscular teenager struggled with himself. He had a lot of fantasies filed away in his mental spank bank; he’d had to, since before two weeks ago he’d never even been kissed. But he was ashamed of himself, afraid that his idol, Gabriel, would judge him; or worse, laugh at him. Drew’s embarrassment grew.
Gabriel watched all these thoughts flit across Drew’s clearly expressive face, guessing at much of it.
“I won’t laugh,” he offered gently. “Look at me,” he continued, taking Drew’s smooth chin in one hand. “I’m not going to think less of you, I just want to know what you find hot, because knowing turns me on. I love giving you pleasure, and I want to help you grow in your sexuality. I’ve loved every second with you, and you’ve learned so much already. So, won’t you share one of your fantasies with me, please?”
Drew’s heart pounded, and he could feel his pulse all the way down in his fingers and toes. He knew just the one that he ached to confess to the beautiful man who was thirteen years his senior, but years of torment in school made it so difficult to speak his true feelings sometimes. He sat up in the opulent bed, staring at his hands.
“Promise you won’t laugh? It’s kind of embarrassing,” Drew mumbled, nervously nibbling one thumb. Gabriel took Drew’s other hand gently in his own larger ones, stroking the teen’s forearm gently.
“I swear,” he answered, and something in the genuine tone in his voice gave Drew courage; he looked up to shyly meet Gabriel’s steady gaze.
“Well,” Drew began haltingly, “I’ve told you I used to get made fun of in grade school. It was really, really rough for me, and once I got to college it was my first motivation to get in shape, so that it wouldn’t follow me for the rest of my life.” Gabriel squeezed the younger man’s hand encouragingly, letting him talk.
“I got it the worst from the jocks, they’d push me around, call me ‘fag’ and ‘queerboy,’ and I barely even knew what that meant at the time! But what made it really terrible for me is that part of me –” he stopped and took a deep, wavering breath, “part of me was… turned on by them. I hated them, I hated them so much, but…”
“But a part of you lusted after them?” Gabriel supplied. Drew nodded, his face hot with shame.
“That’s not all, though,” the teen admitted, pressing on now. “There were these two guys who especially loved harassing me, Rob and Ian. They were on the football team, both almost as tall as you, built larger than I am even now. They’d push me around in the hall, whip my ass with towels in the locker room after gym class, ask me if –” Drew closed his eyes, fighting with himself, fighting with the suppressed feelings by which he’d been burdened down for so long, never able to speak aloud.
“They’d ask me if I wanted to see their cocks, if I wanted to suck them,” he whispered, barely audible, unable to look at the concern and caring in Gabriel’s face.
“And I’d have to deny it to them, but… but I knew I was lying, and I think they did too! I think that’s why they said it.” He choked back a sob, remembering.
Gabriel wrapped strong, tanned arms around Drew, kissing his smooth temples, his soft cheeks, tasting the tears that threatened to spill down the boy’s face.
“You don’t have to be ashamed anymore, honey,” Gabriel said softly. “I wouldn’t let anyone get to you now, and I promise, no matter what happens in the bedroom for fun, I’ll never really hurt you, and I’ll never let anyone else hurt you ever again. I promise, babe.” Drew looked into Gabriel’s golden eyes, full of honesty, and gave the man a watery smile.
“I believe you,” he said slowly, surprised that he meant it.
“Do you trust me?” Gabriel asked softly, stroking Drew’s cheek with the back of one large hand. Drew blushed, nodding, knowing it was the truth. Gabriel’s chiseled features warmed with happiness, and he rained kisses on the younger man’s face and shoulders. Drew felt his soul unfurling under this beautiful Adonis’ ministrations, and wanted nothing more than to please him. After a minute, he pulled away regretfully.
“I’m not done, though,” he confessed. Gabriel paused, raising an eyebrow.
“So, my fantasy; I’ve had this fantasy for a long time, and I’ve hated myself for years for how it turns me on. Rob and Ian were gorgeous, and… and I did want to suck their cocks.” His next words came out in a flood.
“I wanted them to take control of me, shove me to my knees and make me service them both at the same time… I wanted them to rip my clothes off, strip me naked, and they’d just pull the fronts of their jeans down, shoving their huge boners in my face. One would hold my head while the other fucked my mouth, and they’d taunt me for liking it, for how hard I’d be while I sucked them off. I wanted one to finger me, to take my virgin ass while the other filled my mouth. I wanted to be their little slut, for them to make me worship their tight bodies, to make me lick their musky assholes and grovel at their feet. I want to be a dirty, submissive, cock-sucking whore!” Drew’s dick was rock-hard, visions of his fantasy clear in his mind’s eye. He hated himself for it, and desperately hoped Gabriel wouldn’t hate him too.
Gabriel said nothing at first, so when Drew finally gathered the courage to look up, he was shocked to see unbridled lust burning in the older man’s golden gaze. Gabriel’s deliciously thick cock was turgid, a shining drop of silky pre-cum glistening at its tip. Drew gasped, his face burning hot, even as his mouth watered. He was mortified at his own confession, but seeing the hard evidence of Gabriel’s loving approval suddenly healed a tiny part of the deep wounds inside him.
“See?’ Gabriel whispered huskily. “It’s okay. You’re not a bad person; in fact, I’ve got a huge boner just thinking about it. Honestly, I’d love to watch all that happen!”
“Really?” Drew breathed in disbelief, his own rock-hard dick throbbing in erotic response.
“Mm-hmm,” Gabriel answered, taking firm hold of the younger man’s nape and pushing him down to take care of the glistening erection.
Drew moaned greedily, opening his eager mouth to lap the sweet pearl of pre-cum from Gabriel’s smooth cock-head, moistening the shaft with a swirl of his wet pink tongue to be able to slide it into his mouth more easily. He’d had a lot of practice sucking dick since that first day in the sauna, and the more he did it, the more he loved it. Drew had always taken quickly to the things he was interested in, and he couldn’t think of anything he was more interested in than sucking off a gorgeous man like Gabriel! His eyes drifted closed in ecstasy as his head bobbed up and down, the older man’s growls of pleasure harmonizing with the younger man’s gasps and slurps as he avidly worked the turgid member.
Drew loved the feeling of the hot, silky shaft on his tongue, filling his small hole, stretching his lips almost to the point of pain with its girth. The plentiful pre-cum coated Drew’s mouth, and he fought the urge to drool in order to not waste the precious fluid. One hand caressed Gabriel’s heavy, smooth-shaven ballsack as the teen’s head pumped the big dick relentlessly; he felt the larger man’s grip in his hair tightening as the moans of pleasure began to crescendo.
Drew inwardly rejoiced, preparing to take the whole load, promising himself he wouldn’t slow until Gabriel’s entire creamy orgasm was deep inside him. Gabriel dug strong fingers into Drew’s blond hair and suddenly let out a roar of triumph as his cock exploded in Drew’s hungry mouth. The creamy release pumped relentlessly down Drew’s open throat, and he swallowed as fast as he could, moaning with pleasure all the while; his bobbing rhythm never wavered. Thick, creamy spunk was his new addiction, salty-sweet and delicious, and his own cock throbbed hard in response to Gabriel’s intense passion.
Finally the iron grip released, and Gabriel gently pulled the teen up to let their lips meet in a loving kiss.
“You’re incredible,” he rasped, still gasping for breath. “I hope, mostly for their sakes, that you find some hot young guys to dominate you sometime!”
Drew grinned, his heart thrilling under the praise as he snuggled into the comfort of the larger man’s embrace. He hoped so too; and he wondered at how lucky he was, to have found this amazingly sexy, caring man.
Two days later, Drew was on his usual jogging route. He loved running the eight-mile route around the historical Philadelphia waterway, enjoying the view of the lush trees and the fresh breeze off the white-capped water as his legs pumped confidently. He ran this way four times a week, and though it was October, the bright air was unseasonably warm. It seemed like half the city was also out enjoying the afternoon; young mothers with jogging strollers, dozens of bicycles, couples walking hand-in-hand – they all crowded the east side of the river up and down Kelly Drive. The trees were waxing towards nearly-full autumnal splendor; emerald, topaz, ruby, and copper hues swept along the steely Schuylkill River like a master’s oil painting, tingeing the air itself with the scent of the season’s dying promise.
Drew’s silky athletic shorts were damp with sweat, and the wind stiffened his small nipples in his thin tank top as he veered left to cross the Falls Bridge over to West River Drive. He preferred the west side because it was always less crowded, and since the trees were thicker, it was easy to pretend that he wasn’t even in the city at all. His mind easily slipped into a meditative state as his body carried him along the familiar route on autopilot. Cars whizzed steadily past, occasional gaggles of cyclists in neon uniforms sailed by, and the trills of late-season songbirds not yet departed for winter mixed with blasts of music flashing briefly from passing vehicles. The steady breeze off the water kept him cool as he ran; without it, Drew would have been uncomfortably hot. Boathouse Row and the Art Museum were only a few miles ahead, but the west side of the winding Schuylkill was lined so thickly with trees so that he couldn’t even see the looming city skyline from the jogging path.
Passing under the Strawberry Mansion bridge, he was suddenly aware that there were four athletic guys running in the opposite direction towards him. Even though he knew better, it was instinctual habit for him from his years of being bullied to avert his eyes and to try to make himself smaller to avoid any possibility of confrontation. Mentally, he derided himself, knowing they’d just pass him by – but he just couldn’t help it. Even so, Drew sighed in relief as they ran past with little more than a couple of disinterested glances in his direction. Don’t be so silly, he chided himself. Things are different now, guys like that aren’t out to get me anymore.
Drew decided just then to fight the urge next time he passed anyone, to try to be confident, and determined to start conquering his instinct to cower. He was fed up with living in fear, of letting his past rule his present. A pretty hipster girl sailed by on her orange fixed-gear bike as he started a sprint, and he was fine when she passed; but girls never had the effect on him that hot guys did.
Slowing his thirty-second sprint back into an easy lope, he noticed a pair of good-looking athletic jocks approaching at a slow jog. One was a chocolate-skinned black man, the other auburn-haired with a golden tan and a light sprinkle of freckles. They were both probably about twenty-two or –three. Drew steeled himself, knowing nothing would happen, again, and that he’d be fine, but his heart still pounded a little harder than it needed to. He held his head high, holding his firm body proudly; but when he glanced at the two rapidly approaching young men, he saw them both eyeing him. He gulped.
“Hey man,” the black guy called, slowing his pace to a walk. “You know what time it is?”
Drew smiled a little in relief. He came to a halt to check his watch, replying, “It’s just past quarter of four.”
The guy’s auburn-haired friend grinned, raising a copper eyebrow. “Where you headed so fast? You’re looking pretty good. My name’s Skylar.”
Drew’s flushed face went pale. “I, um…” he stammered, “I’m just going around the river, I usually run this way. I’m Drew.”
“Name’s Damien,” the other jock added. “We haven’t seen you before, and I think we would have noticed a sexy little dude like you!” The two laughed, and Drew’s stomach dropped. Unconsciously, he reverted back to his high-school self, trembling, scared, fervently wishing he hadn’t stopped – yet a part of him was secretly, strangely thrilled at their compliments. In one smooth motion, Skylar suddenly grabbed Drew’s arms, and Damien’s dark hand groped Drew’s growing package through the teen’s silky blue shorts.
“Dude, he’s got a semi already,” the black jock taunted. “I think this queer little homo is cravin’ some fuckin’ action!” Drew struggled in growing panic, but Skylar had four inches and at least fifty pounds of muscle on him, and his fists were like iron manacles.
Gesturing with his chin to a thick copse of trees by the shoreline, Skylar said, “Over there.” He dragged Drew along with him; Drew’s mouth was suddenly bone-dry, his heart pounded, and he was terrified.
“Please! Don’t!” he begged, but he couldn’t deny his indisputable arousal; with every step his dick got harder and harder, and his mouth watered like it always did when he wanted to shove it full of thick manmeat. He half-heartedly tried to escape Skylar’s hold as they ducked under a fiery canopy of autumn foliage at the river’s edge, but the teenager jumped as he felt a sudden cruel slap across his ass!
“You’re ours now, bitch,” growled Damien, going in for another stinging hit on Drew’s tight ass cheeks. “And you better get used to it! I’m gonna fill up that whiny fag mouth with my huge black cock, and you’d better act like you love it or that ass is gonna get it for sure.”
“Down, boy,” Skylar commanded as he shoved the nineteen-year-old to the soft, leaf-littered ground. Drew hated that his eyes were now brimming with tears, but it was a stark contrast to the rock-hard length straining against the damp fabric of his shorts. His explicit arousal was self-evident, and all three of them knew it. To be sure, the two larger athletes were going to enjoy every delicious second of having this sweet young twink at their command!