He's back, right in front of my face. Beg, he says. Please, I say, looking up into his impassive face. The thick lips curve into a smile. Please, I don't want to beg today, I just need it, I'm upfront.
He nods, almost imperceptibly. He loosens his belt, undoes his shirt buttons, moves forward. I feel the heat from him in my face, am drawn forward. He unzips and lets his pants drop. I gasp at his heavy bulge in tight briefs. His thick shaft extends across to his hips. I reach out but he knocks my hands off. He grabs my head instead, burying it in his crotch. I sniff, feel myself drooling, feel the moisture of the fabric, see it darkened, from sweat and - I hope - his precum.
Finally he loosens his grip on my head and lowers the waistband. His cock pops out, and I feel myself leaking a second time. His perfect tool, long, curved and made for my mouth. Honey brown on its veiny shaft, shiny pink on its fat cockhead. I greedily stuff it in my mouth. Make it wet. Begin sucking.
He groans, it's all the approval I needed. I suck deeper, feel it going down my throat. Feel myself impossibly hard, my cock crushed underneath as I suck him and grind myself. It's uncomfortable, agonising, but I continue. His cock in my mouth is the real reward.
And he wants it there. That's a good boy, he says, taking off his sunglasses and looking at me intently. Suck it deep. He groans louder. I look into his eyes in between sucks. Run my tongue around the thick cockhead. Tease the underside of its ridge. Silently plead with him for more. And he does. Those thick palms are on my head. They start pushing down. The hips move slowly, fucking my face.
I beat back the urge to choke. Expand my throat, let it all in. Soon my lips brush his pubic hair. I feel his balls on my lower lips. I reach out for them. Grab at them. His groans enter a deeper register, and he pushes my hands away. I latch on instead to his arse. Knead his tight butt cheeks through his damp briefs. He lets them rest.
