By Keith Hernandez
Chapter 3
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I thought about quitting my job. I had to. I couldn't keep going like this--I was down on my knees in the projector booth, Mark's pants were bunched at his ankles and I was bobbing and sucking, bobbing and sucking on his big penis.
My mouth was stretched and sore and my eyes were tearing up from choking when he would try to force it down my throat. But I kept at it, squeezing his balls and pulling them down to get that big dick tight.
He was big and thick to begin with but when he swelled in my mouth I knew what was coming...I paused and held the big smooth head in my mouth and nursed like a baby, moaning when he erupted, flooding my mouth with cum. I swallowed it and licked and sucked his cock some more, cleaning it from the hairs on his shaft to the sensitive tip.
There was no denying it. I loved it. On some gay level I loved serving that big cock, and I was hard in my pants to prove it. But I had to get out. He stood and put his hand on my head as he gathered up his pants and began to buckle everything back up.
I don't remember what he said when he finished with me because my ears were ringing. My mouth tasted like his sperm. My lips were sore.
I have to quit this job.
I had followed him upstairs to the booth and he pretty much made me suck him off. Before that he had squeezed both cheeks really hard and lifted me off the ground.
This is getting out of hand.
Over the next few weeks he just made me into his boy more and more. On one level I liked the attention...I could go where he went, we hung out, that part was fun, it was like I had this cool best friend.
But he put his hands on me way too much when people were not looking, and it was sexual. His hand on my butt, rubbing my neck, kissing me hard. The kissing was gross, but like everything else, I was kind of getting used to it. Thank God it wasn't very often.
I don't remember my fourth blow job. After a while it was a blur. I know I sucked him off a lot at work. Every time he closed, which was 2-3 nights a week, I was there also, on my knees, servicing him in the office or up in the booth.
We had our 'car rides' as well. I always went down and did my job then too, and when no one was around he took me into his room in his parent's house and I sucked his cock there. Oh it was for sure a daily or nightly thing. I was getting pretty damn good at sucking on his penis and swallowing his cum. I took every drop of semen Mark produced. I was his personal cocksucker.
The thing is, there was nothing like it. A big thick cock, so warm, shooting cum that was even warmer. It was so hot in your mouth it was addictive. And then it grew into more. Ouch.
Chapter 4
