Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3

My phone was in my right hand, so I reached out with my left and gripped him softly. I had never touched another man's cock, and he felt like warm steel wrapped in silk. When I touched him, it was like a dam had burst inside me and his heat rushed through me and settled into my balls. I could feel my own cock stiffening and tried to stop it.

I slowly stroked him, wanting to end this.

He moaned, "It's so much better having someone else's hand do this, isn't it Steven."

I kept stroking him telling my dick to go limp, but my entire groin area was tingling out of control. I wanted to let go and get control of myself, but I dared not. I could feel his skin slide over his stiff veiny shaft as I pumped it. I told myself, "Just get him off and get the videos deleted. Then you're done."

He looked into my eyes. His were dark brown, like his hair. He kept staring at me, inches from my face. It was too awkward, so I closed my eyes to end the absurd staring contest he seemed to be starting.

"Oh, you like that don't you Steven. Damn, you got me so fucking hard." His voice sent shivers down my spine.

"This is sick, please, just end this already. You made your point, let me go please," I pleaded.

"Okay, Steven, I'll play along. We're not even close to done, Steven," he replied, in his dominant voice while his hand pressed against my stiffening cock.

I gasped, pulled my pelvis back and looked at him pleadingly.

"Your mouth says no, but your dick says, 'oh, hell yes,' Steven." He gripped me firmly and stroked my cock through the shorts.

I grunted trying not to give him any encouragement and stroked him harder and faster. I needed to make him come to end this.

"Damn, Steven, you really like this buddy," he said, rubbing me faster.

I bent at the waist pulling my cock away. "Huh-uh!" I shook my head, bent over, with my ass sticking out, so he couldn't reach my dick.

He seemed to get the message and kept his hands to himself, as I continued to stroke him. His moans made me think I was getting him close, but I couldn't push him over the edge.

I continued to jack him off harder, when finally, he suggested, "Two hands, Steven." Then he gripped my phone. "I'll hold this for you."

I let him have the phone, moved my left hand to his ball sack and rubbed them softly. He groaned with pleasure, as my right hand stroked his cock near the tip, where his pre-cum had begun to ooze.

"Oh, yeah that feels good, my friend," he sighed. "Keep it up, Steven."

I fought the urge to tell him we were definitely not friends, but continued, sensing he was getting closer to letting me end this nightmare.

"Get on your knees, so I can come on your face, like you wanted, Steven," he commanded.

I wanted to scream, "I didn't want any of this!" but conceded and knelt. Part of me was relieved, to get my face away from his because his staring made me cringe. The thought of him kissing me, somehow seemed far worse than touching his cock.

I sat on my heels, positioning my head at the level of his cock. The reality of having him spunk on my face suddenly hit home as his one-eyed, glistening cock head stared angrily at me.

My shorts stretched tighter over my boner when I knelt, adding to my humiliation. I could not understand why my cock was so fucking hard. I told myself again, it was some kind of instinctive sympathy hard-on from not having sex for a month.

His hips began to pump as the pre-cum spread, lubing his dick head. The elongated head thrust closer and closer to my face as he inched closer. The more I leaned back the more he advanced. I wiggled my feet further away, and quickly hit the base of a tree.

I breathed in his musky scent, and it seemed to add new intensity to the tingling in my groin area.

"I am gonna blow such a load on you, Steven. I hope your wife understands," he said, groaning.