Slick Player Fools Dumb Jock to Fuck His Mouth

You didn't have me fooled for a minute. I knew & so did you. You couldn't make it easy for for me could you, Stud? You had to strut around, and make a big show of kissing as many girls as you could get yr hands on before coming my way. You, that cocky grin, the bedroom eyes that say, "I know you want it, you might even have a chance, but what are you willing to do to get it," and that unbelievably hot ass banging & booming in those shorts.

Bro, if you only knew that I was ready for anything, but wasn't prepared to get pulled behind the shop, but I was sure ready to do to your tightly muscled frame. I remember how much I was drooling as you slid your shorts down just a little, a sliver of washboard abs and and slightest hint of the crack of that sweet ass you wouldn't let me savor.

I remember the way you roughly stuffed your hard dick in my mouth, looked down and sneered, "suck it." I loved every second, & so did you, you got so into into it you let your shorts slip down & gave me access; licking your rock hard abs, caressing your taut pecs and teasing your tight, hard, pink nipples.

When the Billa-bong's slid far enough, I took your warm sweet balls in my mouth. I remember how they'd drop deep into the heat of my mouth, and contract at feeling the cool of my breath. The loud slurping sounds, so loud I was sure someone would discover me on my knees, worshiping your hot body & the big dong you slammed deep into my throat.

You called me a whore, & why not, with my fingers so eagerly twisting at the tight points of the nipples that stood so arrogantly high on such perfect pecs, the saliva dribbling down yr cut six pack, and pooling yr cute, round belly-button where I'd lick it up to slather over the big, spongy mushroom head that oozed the sweet nectar that I craved.

Excitement building, I dared to rub a finger under your nut-sack & try to get some of that, progressing to you making me choke on the size of your raging rod & how the jizz just gushed out of the sides of my mouth as you forced me to suck you harder, until you pulled me by the hair & made me drink every last drop of your hot, sticky spunk. You make me lick the last of your creamy cum off of your massive, throbbing tool.

Just like I told you that I love to please you. As my spit dripped off your steamy ball-sack into the pouch of your shorts, that you slipped back on & tightened before pushing me away from you, calling me a "faggot", and leaving me with an aching, drooling rod that I'd have to satisfy.

Alone at home, beating off frantically while playing with my own body and fantasizing about that kiss that I wanted so badly from those brooding, pouty, pink lips. The one your eyes promised but your ego refused to deliver.

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written by cjl
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