Cody

Friday

Since it's the last weekend Cody is around before his PCS back to the US, we made plans earlier this week about how to make it special for the both of us. Friday was going to be the day that I reminded Cody what it felt like for him to be a faggot, with all of its extreme ramifications.

We were rope-yarned early for the holiday and I was able to get out of work sooner than expected. I went and got my hair cut before going back to the apartment. The feel of the hot sun and gulf humidity on the back of my neck under my cover always feels good. It also makes me incredibly horny, as do most fresh sensory changes. I messaged Cody to be ready when I got home. We had discussed previously that he was to prep by getting a haircut, stocking up on groceries, and shaving off all of his body hair except for his ass; I was going to do that for him.

I walked in the door and Cody was waiting for me; naked, fully shaved, and on his knees in the living room. I tossed my bag on the floor and sat down on the couch in front of him.

"You gonna be my faggot, then?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, Sir."

"Then start with my boots." I put my foot on his shoulder as he undid the laces and removed them, one at a time. He began to take off my socks when I told him to stop. I wanted them sweaty from being in my boots all day and with the added sweat from after the gym.

"Last chance to back out. You sure you want this?" I asked him, making sure he consented to what was about to be his life for the next 24 hours.

"Yes, Sir," he said softly, but determined.

"If you want it, get it," I said as I stood up and pressed my crotch into his face. "Suck me off, faggot."

I unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it to the floor near my bag as he undid my belt and pants button. He pulled my underwear down along with my trousers. My cock sprung out, already semi hard, and hit him in his face. He caught it in his mouth and began to suck me with purpose as his hands on my ass pulled me in deep.

As good as his mouth felt, I didn't have time for him to simply worship my cock. I kicked my pants off fully and over to the other side of the room as I pulled the front of my shirt up and braced behind my neck so I could have a better view.

I took his head in both hands and held it firmly as I began to skull fuck him. I felt my cock press deep down his throat and heard him gag. I held my cock at the back of his throat and felt him struggle to breath. I pulled my cock back slightly to allow him to get air if he breathed properly.

"Breathe through your nose because I'm not pulling out until I'm done," I told him.

He gave a slight nod and I felt him relax as he adjusted his breathing patterns. This time, he paced his inhales with my cock pulling out and was able to handle it. Once he was ready, I began to skull fuck him again. He still gagged, but the warm sensation of his spit and throat gripping my cock felt too good to care. When I was close, I released one hand from his face and slapped him on the side of his head.

"Look at me, you fucking faggot! Don't you dare look away."

He looked up. We locked eyes. This was the way I wanted to cum. I fucked his mouth for about a minute more like this until I shoved his head all the way onto my cock. We never broke eye contact as I unloaded down his throat. He gulped, swallowed, but never buckled.

When my balls were drained, I slid it out until the head of my dick rested on his tongue, which he continued to suck. I did the "toothpaste squeeze" with my cock and heard him whimper as the last drops of my cum hit his tongue.