After the longest weekend in history, Monday was finally here. By now you know the routine. Chores, drag out til noon, head to his house, etc, etc...etc. I had no idea what I was going to do concerning the moment he cums. What I was certain about was I couldn't wait to get his cock back in my mouth. I go directly to his house, he front door opened, I knock and he beckons me in. I enter and close the door. He is already heading to the basement so I rush to follow. What follows next I would say is my first significant submissive moment. It's significant enough that I know that moment plays a role in things I do today and how I enjoy them. He was already sitting on the couch with his shorts off. I went to sit next to him when he stopped me and said, "don't sit, I want you to kneel right here." He then guided me to kneel in front of him with his legs spread open. I did as he asked and he scooted his hips forward. He then said go ahead. I hungrily grabbed his swelling cock and shoved it in my mouth. I have to admit this new position felt more natural and was more comfortable. The best way to explain it, "It felt RIGHT." After a few minutes of loving his cock he warns me he's about to cum. I chickened out and removed his cock from my mouth. I still marveled at watching his cock pump this fluid I was unable to produce myself. Each time, he always thanked me which I felt so pleased to hear. This, almost identical scenario, took place everyday for about two solid weeks. By now we were both so comfortable with this situation that it was almost normal. Without a doubt, this had become a routine. A routine I was madly addicted too. I was completely hooked and extremely pleased that I was hooked.