A Week in Maine

A Week in Maine Part 2. Danny discovers his feminine side.

All characters in this story are 18 and older.

Previously, in A Week in Maine:Danny is an 18-year-old geeky virgin who lives in his parents' basement and spends most of his time playing video games and watching porn. Part 1 began on Sunday afternoon when Danny went on vacation to Maine with his parents where he met Kyle, a buff, charismatic 20-year old.

By Monday evening, Kyle had seduced Danny and turned him into his personal slut who obediently sucks Kyle's thick, eight-inch cock and hungrily swallow his cum. On Tuesday, Kyle filled Danny's belly with sperm three separate times.

Wednesday morning began with Kyle shooting his load all over Danny's face and watching as Danny gleefully cleaned the cum from his cheeks and licked his fingers clean. Read on to learn about the rest of their week.

Wednesday Afternoon

After giving Kyle his morning blowjob and taking his load on my face, the rest of the morning was the usual vacation stuff - swimming, boating, then a big lunch on the deck. Kyle treated me like a normal guy - just like he treated me before I began sucking his cock on demand - and to be honest I was disappointed. Just like yesterday, I had a constant desire to get down on my knees and suck him off. Kyle knew it, and he got off on making me wait, teasing me. Even though I made excuses for us to sneak away for a quickie, he didn't succumb to my temptations.

After lunch Wayne and Stacy decided we should all head into town, so we piled into their minivan for the half-hour ride to a quaint little village on the coast with shops, a pier with lobster boats, and all that classic Maine stuff.

Kyle and I went off on our own to browse the touristy stores. Kyle led the way, teasing me relentlessly the whole time. In the bookstore, when no one was looking, he squeezed my ass and whispered in my ear, "it was hot shooting off all over your face this morning."

Later, in a clothing store, we were sorting through a pile of t-shirts when he casually said, "I'd love to feed you another load of cum right now." I looked around a breathed a sigh of relief when I saw no one within earshot. I tried to get him to sneak into a changing room with me so I could blow him, but he wouldn't budge. He was having too much fun getting me worked up.

In another store, as we slowly spun a rack of postcards he said, "I'm so hard thinking about the next time you suck me off." I sighed. I was thinking the exact same thing.

Kyle dragged me with him to the jewelry store where he bought a necklace with a gold heart on a chain and a silver bracelet. He said his girlfriend was coming to visit soon. I knew he had a girlfriend but still got a pang of jealously. Kyle noticed and gave me a sad look. "Awwww, Danny," he said reassuringly. "Don't worry -no onecan take your place!"

Next Kyle took me to a lingerie store. I had walked by Victoria's Secret in the mall hundreds of times, fascinated by all the sexy garments on display, but I never dreamed of actually going in. I would be terrified someone would recognize me. When I hesitated at the door Kyle dragged me inside.

"It's just lingerie, Danny," he laughed.

I felt extremely self-conscious trailing him through the racks of frilly underthings. Kyle handed me a pair of panties and asked what I thought. I had never really touched women's lingerie before, and when my fingers felt satin and lace for the first time a jolt of electricity went through me. It was so sexy. I scrunched the fabric in my hand and had an irresistible urge to run it over my face, but somehow I managed to control myself.

"Nice, isn't it?" Kyle said.

I nodded as he handed me another pair, a pink thong. I had never felt anything so erotic before. My heart raced as I fondled the smooth, shiny panties in my hand.

"You like that, I can tell!" Kyle snickered. Then he leaned into me and whispered, "you know, it might look good on you."

I was about to give him a snarky reply when a saleslady suddenly came up behind me and asked if we needed any help. I almost jumped out of my skin. I dropped the panties like they were on fire. For some reason I felt like I had been caught masturbating, or worse. Kyle just stood there calmly while I stammered incoherently at the saleslady.

I saw Kyle looking at me intently, almost like he was looking through me - as if he saw something in me that I couldn't see myself. I felt the blood rushing to my face and turned for the exit. "Umm . . . sorry Kyle," I blurted. "I'll meet you in the comic book store across the street, OK?"

The saleslady and Kyle watched me bolt for the door, amused smiles on their face.

By the time Kyle met up with me I had calmed down. He didn't say anything about my panty panic, but he did have a shopping bag with him. I was so mortified by my experience I didn't even ask what he bought.

"We better go meet up with the folks," he said cheerfully, as if everything was fine.

We found our parents at a big, round table for 6 at a restaurant overlooking the harbor. Wayne ordered snacks and shots of tequila for everyone, saying we needed to toast to the great week we were having. After we downed our shots my mother shocked me by calling to our waiter and orderinganotherround.

My father backed off, saying someone needed to drive, but Wayne said, "you only live once!" and told the waiter to put it on his tab. When the shots came my mother offered a toast to Kyle, praising his hospitality and thanking him for showing me such a great time this week.

"Kyle has been so welcoming to Daniel," my mother beamed, and raised her glass to him. I looked to Kyle and could see he was trying his best to hold back laughter. As I tilted my glass I felt the burn of Jose Cuervo sliding down my throat.

If she only knew what else has been sliding down my throat,I thought.

My dad took the wheel for the drive back to the house. Wayne rode shotgun with our mothers in the middle seat and Kyle and I in the back. We weren't on the road for five minutes before my mother and Stacy were passed out in front of us. Wayne and my dad were on a phone call with one of their coworkers.

I was squirming in my seat. I was so horny from everything that had gone on that afternoon. Kyle had been teasing me nonstop, and I couldn't get the silky feel of those pink panties out of my head. It was like a song that keeps playing in your brain. On top of all that, I was buzzed from the tequila. It was going to be impossible to sit still for the half-hour ride home.

I turned away from the window and looked over at Kyle. He had been watching me. "Restless, Danny?" he asked with a teasing chuckle. "Can't relax for some reason?"

I took a deep breath. "Can we go back to the guest house when we get home?" I pleaded. "Please?"

Kyle laughed. "Why wait?" he said quietly. He reached down and undid the button of his shorts. Keeping his eyes locked on mine, he began to undo his zipper.

My eyes went wide. "Here?" I hissed, as quietly as I could. "Are you crazy?"

Kyle just smiled as he reached into his pants and withdrew his glorious eight-inch hardon, pulsing with energy. I froze as Kyle waved his tool at me.

"C'mon," he whispered, "no none will know."

I looked to the front. Our mothers were still asleep, our fathers engrossed in conversation.

"C'mon," Kyle urged again. "Just rub it." Like on Monday, he took my hand and I offered no resistance as he placed it on his erection. Instantly, I wrapped my fingers around him and shuddered. Kyle's cock was thick and hot in my hand. A wave of pleasure washed over me, finally getting to hold what I had been craving all day. I stroked him smoothly, pausing at the top of each stroke to brush my thumb over the head, reaching down to play with his balls on the bottom.

I gave Kyle a playful look and brought my hand to my mouth. I sloshed a glob of saliva into my palm, then wrapped his shaft in my lubed-up fist and pumped. Kyle closed his eyes and leaned his head back, spreading his legs wide, and for the next fifteen minutes I gave him a sweet handjob, massaging and caressing his amazing cock and balls, licking my hand every few strokes, doing everything I could to make him feel good in the way back of the minivan.

Eventually I could feel the signs of Kyle's impending climax. I was getting good at reading them by know. I could sense the change in his breathing, the increased sway of his hips, his rising grunts. It was coming.

I looked to the front of the van. Thankfully, no one was paying us any attention. Kyle opened his eyes and looked at me with a wild expression. This was it. Throwing caution to the wind, I leaned down and slipped my lips around the head of his shaft, jerking him with my left hand and rubbing his balls with my right, my tongue twirling over the tip.

Kyle grabbed my head and pushed up, then exploded in my mouth, a fountain of cum pouring onto my tongue. It felt like his largest eruption yet, thick spurts of semen filling my mouth as I fisted the base, trying to squeeze every last drop from his balls. I swallowed as fast as I could, savoring every drop.

After Kyle unloaded what felt like a gallon of cum, his flow ebbed and I sat up quickly, wiping my mouth and checking for cumstains on my shirt, eager not to get caught drinking down Kyle's load in the minivan with our parents. Kyle swiped one more drop of semen from his cockhead and stuck his finger in my mouth, feeding me the last drop which I greedily consumed.

"Nice, Danny," Kyle whispered as he zipped up his shorts, then leaned his head back on the seat and dozed off.

***

Back in the guest house after dinner I was hoping for one more taste of Kyle's wonderful penis - a goodnight blowjob to round out the day. Kyle hadn't offered for us to do the dishes that night, as I had hoped, so I hadn't had a taste of his cock since our afternoon car ride. It was only a few hours but I was longing for it.

"Want to watch some porn before bed, dude?" Kyle asked, grabbing the remote and taking a seat on the couch. He pulled up another MHBHJ video.

"Um, sure," I agreed, glancing at the screen then down at the bulge in his shorts. "You want me to take care of anything while we watch?" I asked coyly.

Kyle looked at me sternly. There were a few moments of uncomfortable silence, then he asked, "you want to suck my cock some more, Danny? Is that what you're saying?"

I nodded timidly, biting my lip.

Kyle chuckled. "OK. There's a little present for you on your bed. Check it out."

I went to my bedroom and found a box on the bed. It was tied with a bow, like a gift. It had the logo of the lingerie store on it.

What could it be?I was genuinely confused. I opened the box and found the pair of pink satin thong panties I had been holding that afternoon. There was also a matching teddy.

My heart skipped a beat, remembering the sensuous feel of the panties, the weird thrill I felt when I held them. The teddy was also soft and luxurious, made of the same pink satin with lacy trim. I thought about Kyle's joke in the lingerie store, how the panties would look good on me, and out of curiosity I held the teddy up against my torso. I could see that it would fit me, then it dawned on me:

Does he expect me to wear this stuff?Part of me was angry but I was also strangely excited, even if I didn't want to admit it to myself. Just holding the lingerie got me hard.

No,I decided.He can't expect me to wear this stuff . . . can he?

Gingerly, I stepped into the living room and found Kyle sitting on the couch, his attention focused on the screen.

"You're kidding, right?" I asked, holding the panties at the end of my outstretched arm.

"Not at all," he replied, as if I was asking a silly question. "Did you try them on?"

"Try them on?" I screeched. "Are you nuts?"

Kyle laughed. "What's the matter?" he asked innocently. "They're just panties."

"You got mepanties? Seriously?"

"Well, yeah," he responded with a shrug. "And the teddy, too. I told you you'd look good in them, right?"

"I thought you were kidding," I said incredulously.

"Well, you seemed to like them in the store so I bought them for you," he said matter-of-factly. "If not, no problem. Relax."

"But, why would I wearlingerie?"

Kyle laughed. "I don't know. I just thought, you know, the way you suck cock-- you might as well be wearing that stuff. Why not?"

I just stared at him, dumbfounded.

"What's the big deal?" he asked.

"Just what do you think I am?" I demanded, getting my courage up.

He shrugged again. "I don't know, I guess . . . just a guy who really likes to suck cock? Look, if you don't want to wear them, don't! It's all good."

With that he turned his attention back to the screen, watching Sasha Foxxx sucking Mark's big dick. I stood next to the couch, holding the pink lingerie, confused by Kyle's actions. I was trying to be angry but he was just ignoring me. I didn't know what to do.

After a few minutes, Kyle looked over at to me and patted the couch. "C'mon Danny - no hard feelings. Let's just watch the porno, OK?" Sasha was still energetically blowing Mark on the screen.

Well, I thought,at least he's not forcing me to do anything. I sat on the couch uncomfortably and watched the porno. Kyle looked over at me and smiled as if everything was fine, then turned his attention back to the screen. After a few minutes, he reached into his sweats and pulled out his massive erection in all its raging glory. The veins were popping out and the big purple head was fully engorged.

"Damn, that Sasha can suck cock!" he exclaimed, beginning to stroke himself. "She's pretty awesome, right?"

"Ummm, yeah," I agreed, my gaze switching back and forth from Kyle's lap to the TV. I felt a now-familiar hunger welling up in my belly.

"She sucks cock maybe even better than you, don't you think?" he asked.

"Maybe," I responded, my pride slightly wounded. My gaze turned to Kyle's hardon sliding through his grip. "She's probably had more practice though," I added.

"No doubt!" Kyle laughed. He started fisting himself a little harder as Mark's groans filled the room. I was feeling ignored and rejected. I mean, why was he taking care of himself? Wasn't I doing the job right?

I didn't want to totally give in, but I just couldn't resist the sight of Kyle's engorged shaft. "Want me to do that?" I offered hopefully.

"What?" he asked, not even taking his eyes off the screen.

"You know . . ." I said.

Kyle stopped stroking and turned to me. "You want to jack me off, Danny?"

"Ummm, yeah," I responded awkwardly. "If you want."

He smiled at me, saying nothing for a few moments. "You want to suck me off again, don't you? Drink down another load?"

I nodded.

"Well, if you really want to suck my cock, you better put those panties on. No panties, no cock. Understand?"

"Wha . . . are youserious?"

"The teddy too," he said as he turned back to the screen and resumed stroking. His body language made it clear that there would be no negotiation. It was a take-it-or-leave-it offer.

"But, Kyle," I whined. He just ignored me and kept stroking.

I sighed and turned my attention back to the screen. I looked at the door. It was locked. I looked at the pink panties and teddy lying on the chair.

Well,I thought,no one would ever know, would they?I looked at Kyle's big, hard cock again. It looked so good.

On some level, I realized that giving in to Kyle's demands excited me. Yes, it would be humiliating to wear pink lingerie, but somehow, deep down, it turned me on. I was beginning to understand that being dominated by Kyle thrilled me.

I quietly walked over to the chair, took off my shirt and briefs and slid the pink panties up my legs. They were tight and satiny and felt totally different than any underwear I ever wore. They made me feel strangely sexy. Wearing panties made my cock even harder, the head poking out above the elastic waistband. The back was just a string pressed deep into the crack of my ass. The teddy was slinky and sexy, draped over my shoulders with spaghetti straps and cut low on my chest. Kyle didn't notice me changing behind the couch, and didn't look at all surprised when I stepped in front of him wearing pink lingerie.

"Nice," he said. "I thought that would look good on you."

I shrugged.

"One more thing," he added, reaching into the drawer of the end table. He pulled out the box from the jewelry store and opened it. It was the gold heart pendant. "This is for you, too," he said, draping the chain over my head. The heart hung down on my hairless chest between the straps of my teddy, just above the lace at the top.

"That looks cute on you," he said.

I was speechless, shocked at wearing women's jewelry, but at the same time incredibly aroused that Kyle was buying me gifts, making me feel special.

He pointed his cock at me with a big smile. "I suppose you want this now?"

I nodded.

"Well, you can have it, but there are going to be some new rules from now on," he said.

"Rules?" I asked.

"Yeah," he responded. "First, you have to thank me for your gifts. Second, if you want to suck my cock, I want you to get down on your knees and ask me nicely. Got it?"

"What?" I responded, dumbstruck.

"You heard me," he declared, looking at me defiantly. He held my gaze firmly, challenging me to submit. I realized I was standing in front of him in pink lingerie, giving in to everything he wanted, a gold heart around my neck. Was there any point in putting my foot down now?

"Ummm, thank you for the panties?" I said quietly. "And the teddy."

"And?" he demanded.

"And the necklace, too. I love it. I love all of it. Thank you," I said looking down at the floor, completely submitting to Kyle's will.

"You're welcome," he responded, still not moving or lowering his gaze.

I dropped to my knees and looked up at him. "Can I suck your cock now?"

"Is that asking nicely?" he demanded.

Kyle was pushing his domination to a new level, making me shiver with excitement. "Can I . . .pleasesuck your cock?" I added, hoping that was what he wanted.

"Pleasesir," Kyle corrected me.

"Sir?" I asked.

"Yes," he insisted, "from now on you'll call me sir. Got it? Now put it all together."

On my knees, submitting to Kyle's demands, being humiliated by him, my cock was harder than it's ever been. Kyle was helping me discover a powerful need, deep inside me, that I didn't know existed.

"Please sir," I said, "may I suck your cock? I promise I'll do a good job." It gave me the chills to utterly submit to him.

"You want to suck my cock, you little slut?" he teased.

Oh, god. I was a slut now?I looked up at him and nodded. "Yes sir."

"You're a little cocksucking slut, aren't you?"

"Yes sir," I groaned, my body tingling with every demeaning word he uttered. "I'm a slut for you, sir. A cocksucking slut."

"Well, OK, then. Suck my cock, slut."

Before he even finished his reply I wrapped my hands around his hard cock, parted my lips and engulfed him, taking him into my mouth and sucking like I was starving and it was a the sweetest thing in the world.

"Nice," he groaned, stroking the top of my head, "you suck cock real nice."

"Mmmmpfff," I replied, feasting on his rod. His power -- my submission -- was taking me to new sexual heights.

"Now listen, Danny," he continued, "from now on, if you want to keep sucking my cock, you have to do exactly as I say, whatever I want, no questions asked, understand?"

"Mmmmm," I mumbled, pumping my head up and down on his shaft wetly.

"What?!" he asked angrily, pushing my head away and holding a fistful of hair. "I couldn't hear you! What did you say?"