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All week I practised as I was told to do. Everyday I attempted to relax my throat to take the last inch or so of a dildo. I had purchased it at his insistence and I adored the daily suck. I spoke out loud each time telling it how beautiful it (his cock) was. I was strangely passionate when blowing the realistic plastic dick.
I would get carried away with hyperbole. “i am in love with your perfect cock. I need to drink your hot delicious cum” I would say. The more silly my speech became the deeper I would suck.
Then the message came for a third meeting. It was at the weekend and I had to make my excuses to go out. My submissive excitement overcome my guilt.
Standing outside his apartment block I pressed the intercom. A woman once answered and I was shocked. “Hello, who is it?” she enquired.
I controlled my panic and stuttered out “It’s Ben.” Almost doubting my own name.
“Ah you are here to see the car! Hang on I will get Nick.”
Soon his voice reassured me. “I will be right down.” he said.
My heart was fluttering about as I waited. This was all wrong. What on earth am I doing coming here to suck this mans penis? The risk of it all. Does his wife suspect anything?
Nick opened the door and said follow me. I didn’t even know his name until his wife said it.
We walked to the rear of the building arriving at a row of garages. He unlocked one and raised the door. Once inside he lowered it leaving a gap of a foot or so. We stood along side an old car, a Porsche 924. It was in terrible condition.
“Wanna by a car?” He joked.
“No thanks.” I said.
“Have you been practising?” He asked.
“Every day.” I nervously replied.
“Good, because you need to prove it today.”
“Are you going to shut the door?” I said.
“No I want some light to see you work.”
“What If your wife comes down.”
“Then she will see you sucking my cock.” He teased. “On your knees, I need to unload.”
I did as I was told. He undid his own jeans. He seemed to be in a hurry. When they slipped down they revealed a tight and impressive bulge in his briefs. I sighed as I saw this. My hands caressed and cupped the package, my lips kissed it.
Fingers tucked into the tight waistband and slowly exposed the beautiful contents until his growing dick swung free.
I lifted it and kissed it.
“You are such a gay cock slut” He said quietly.
I immediately began sucking him. His erection was soon exceptionally firm. I lavished kisses on it, entered the large piss hole with my the tip of my tongue and rasped beneath the head.
“To the base.” he instructed. “Every inch.”
I took a breath and positioned myself. It pointed at me. I gulped and opened my mouth. Quickly i engulfed six inches of his thick manhood. My hands on his hips i pulled myself forward. I closed my eyes and recalled my success with the dildo. I worked the delicious helmet deeper than ever before while persuading myself that I didn’t need to gag. To my delight His low hanging balls met my chin. I had taken every inch of him. I held it for a moment and he muttered exquisite approval.
I withdraw and took breath as saliva dribbled from my mouth.
“Again.” He ordered and I did as I was told. I repeated the deep suck over and over again as he told me to. I was exhausting but I enjoyed my submission. I did choke and splutter sometimes and he pushed me off when I did. He slapped my cheeks with his big dick and wiped his precum on my forehead.
“Ok cock slut, I am going to fuck your mouth. Back up again the car.” he instructed.
I did as I was told but I was very aware of how different this third time felt. The first two occasions were really just me making love to his cock. Exploring a new a sexuality. This time he was exploring his dominance.
He loomed over me and inserted his eight beautiful inches into my mouth. His hands held my head and he slowly facefucked me. Anyone passing by would have easily heard the sloppy mouthfuck and the creaking of rusty vintage car at my back.
I relaxed as best as I could and wondered if he would just blast his juice while at the back of my flattened tongue. Meanwhile his boot had found my considerable denim bulge on my thigh. He pressed it hard. I discovered that I adored this wickedness.
He hard on withdraw from my mouth and I caught my breath. He took a few steps around his garage. Clearly his exceptional erection was at its hardest and he proudly swung it around.
“So beautiful.” I murmured.
“Stand up.” He ordered.
He approached me and my hand couldn't help but reach out and hold his perfect cock. He pressed himself against me and whispered in my ear. “You did well. Every fucking inch of my hung cock… right to the balls. What a fucking gay slut you are.” I let go of his cock and my hands caressed his butt. “I could use you in any way I choose” he continued. He was now almost mouth to mouth. Playing with the intimacy of kissing me. He knew he was overstepping our preconditions but we both knew this was deeply arousing.
He stepped back and looked at my damp bulge. He touched it to find out my size then gave it a quick punch. I took a breath.
“Time to swallow my cum.” He said.
I knelt on the dirty concrete and stroked his tumescent cock. Now was my turn to make love to it. I worked it with joy. Exploring and sampling his scent and taste. I would have gladly paid him for the opportunity.
For a couple of blissful minutes and did as i pleased before being interrupted by his forceful ejaculate. My face, hands and tongue were covered and I made sure to take him deep for the remaining pulses of sticky mancum.
“Right, I need to get upstairs.” He stated as he swiftly changed the mood. Up went the garage door and the afternoon autumn sun came in. He tidied himself and locked up. I stumbled around seeing if we were being watched suddenly conscious that my fingers were dripping with semen and my face splashed with he stuff. He looked at me and said “So you might be interested in the car in a week or so?.”
“Er… yes I suppose I might be…” I tried to play along.
“Lick it off your hands.” He quietly instructed.
I did as i was told. Standing in broad daylight. Eating a mans cum. I let him see my clear swallow.
“I will think of what I require from you and send more instructions.” He said calmly. “Wait until you are in your car before you eat the cum from your face."
He left me to return to his wife. I passed three people before I reached my car. Perhaps they knew all what decorated my embarrassed face. I sat in my car, looked in the mirror and for a moment contemplated the danger of what I was doing before wiping up his cold cum and swallowing it all.
I would get carried away with hyperbole. “i am in love with your perfect cock. I need to drink your hot delicious cum” I would say. The more silly my speech became the deeper I would suck.
Then the message came for a third meeting. It was at the weekend and I had to make my excuses to go out. My submissive excitement overcome my guilt.
Standing outside his apartment block I pressed the intercom. A woman once answered and I was shocked. “Hello, who is it?” she enquired.
I controlled my panic and stuttered out “It’s Ben.” Almost doubting my own name.
“Ah you are here to see the car! Hang on I will get Nick.”
Soon his voice reassured me. “I will be right down.” he said.
My heart was fluttering about as I waited. This was all wrong. What on earth am I doing coming here to suck this mans penis? The risk of it all. Does his wife suspect anything?
Nick opened the door and said follow me. I didn’t even know his name until his wife said it.
We walked to the rear of the building arriving at a row of garages. He unlocked one and raised the door. Once inside he lowered it leaving a gap of a foot or so. We stood along side an old car, a Porsche 924. It was in terrible condition.
“Wanna by a car?” He joked.
“No thanks.” I said.
“Have you been practising?” He asked.
“Every day.” I nervously replied.
“Good, because you need to prove it today.”
“Are you going to shut the door?” I said.
“No I want some light to see you work.”
“What If your wife comes down.”
“Then she will see you sucking my cock.” He teased. “On your knees, I need to unload.”
I did as I was told. He undid his own jeans. He seemed to be in a hurry. When they slipped down they revealed a tight and impressive bulge in his briefs. I sighed as I saw this. My hands caressed and cupped the package, my lips kissed it.
Fingers tucked into the tight waistband and slowly exposed the beautiful contents until his growing dick swung free.
I lifted it and kissed it.
“You are such a gay cock slut” He said quietly.
I immediately began sucking him. His erection was soon exceptionally firm. I lavished kisses on it, entered the large piss hole with my the tip of my tongue and rasped beneath the head.
“To the base.” he instructed. “Every inch.”
I took a breath and positioned myself. It pointed at me. I gulped and opened my mouth. Quickly i engulfed six inches of his thick manhood. My hands on his hips i pulled myself forward. I closed my eyes and recalled my success with the dildo. I worked the delicious helmet deeper than ever before while persuading myself that I didn’t need to gag. To my delight His low hanging balls met my chin. I had taken every inch of him. I held it for a moment and he muttered exquisite approval.
I withdraw and took breath as saliva dribbled from my mouth.
“Again.” He ordered and I did as I was told. I repeated the deep suck over and over again as he told me to. I was exhausting but I enjoyed my submission. I did choke and splutter sometimes and he pushed me off when I did. He slapped my cheeks with his big dick and wiped his precum on my forehead.
“Ok cock slut, I am going to fuck your mouth. Back up again the car.” he instructed.
I did as I was told but I was very aware of how different this third time felt. The first two occasions were really just me making love to his cock. Exploring a new a sexuality. This time he was exploring his dominance.
He loomed over me and inserted his eight beautiful inches into my mouth. His hands held my head and he slowly facefucked me. Anyone passing by would have easily heard the sloppy mouthfuck and the creaking of rusty vintage car at my back.
I relaxed as best as I could and wondered if he would just blast his juice while at the back of my flattened tongue. Meanwhile his boot had found my considerable denim bulge on my thigh. He pressed it hard. I discovered that I adored this wickedness.
He hard on withdraw from my mouth and I caught my breath. He took a few steps around his garage. Clearly his exceptional erection was at its hardest and he proudly swung it around.
“So beautiful.” I murmured.
“Stand up.” He ordered.
He approached me and my hand couldn't help but reach out and hold his perfect cock. He pressed himself against me and whispered in my ear. “You did well. Every fucking inch of my hung cock… right to the balls. What a fucking gay slut you are.” I let go of his cock and my hands caressed his butt. “I could use you in any way I choose” he continued. He was now almost mouth to mouth. Playing with the intimacy of kissing me. He knew he was overstepping our preconditions but we both knew this was deeply arousing.
He stepped back and looked at my damp bulge. He touched it to find out my size then gave it a quick punch. I took a breath.
“Time to swallow my cum.” He said.
I knelt on the dirty concrete and stroked his tumescent cock. Now was my turn to make love to it. I worked it with joy. Exploring and sampling his scent and taste. I would have gladly paid him for the opportunity.
For a couple of blissful minutes and did as i pleased before being interrupted by his forceful ejaculate. My face, hands and tongue were covered and I made sure to take him deep for the remaining pulses of sticky mancum.
“Right, I need to get upstairs.” He stated as he swiftly changed the mood. Up went the garage door and the afternoon autumn sun came in. He tidied himself and locked up. I stumbled around seeing if we were being watched suddenly conscious that my fingers were dripping with semen and my face splashed with he stuff. He looked at me and said “So you might be interested in the car in a week or so?.”
“Er… yes I suppose I might be…” I tried to play along.
“Lick it off your hands.” He quietly instructed.
I did as i was told. Standing in broad daylight. Eating a mans cum. I let him see my clear swallow.
“I will think of what I require from you and send more instructions.” He said calmly. “Wait until you are in your car before you eat the cum from your face."
He left me to return to his wife. I passed three people before I reached my car. Perhaps they knew all what decorated my embarrassed face. I sat in my car, looked in the mirror and for a moment contemplated the danger of what I was doing before wiping up his cold cum and swallowing it all.
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