Balls Deep

It takes about thirty minutes before Rickie's cock starts to pulse against my mouth, but it's thirty minutes of soft moaning and cooed acknowledgements. He's far sweeter than I expected, both in my ears and on my tongue, as I worship his meat.

When he starts to pulse, his fingers in my hair curl and tighten, getting a good handhold. He moans in pleasure softly, and murmurs down to me, “You've been such a good little faggot. I'm going to let you enjoy having it in your mouth, now ...”

His fingers tighten, holding my head firmly in place, to make it clear he still means to set the pace of that privilege. Rickie sways backward, drawing his cock down my face until his crown touches my lips, then forward, driving himself into me.

“That's it, faggot, take that cock like a good little cock-slut,” he murmurs warmly, sliding himself further and further into my mouth, breaching my throat. He pushes until his balls touch my chin, and holds me firmly in place as his cock pulses.

Then, with one thick jet of cum pumping into my throat, he starts to unload. For a little over a minute and a half, I simply kneel, holding my breath, swallowing on part of his cock and sucking firmly on the rest, giving him all my body can offer.

“Fuck, faggot,” Rickie groans as his cum continues to pump into my throat, “You have no idea how much I've wanted this. How much I needed this.” I moan softly as his cock slowly pulls backward, when the pulsation ends, and his seed settles.

“Fucking fag,” he murmurs, “I had no idea how much I needed this, either.” He strokes my hair affectionately, looking at me with a bright smile. Rickie pulls out his smartphone, sliding his cock back into my mouth, as I smile at him around it.

He takes a quick picture of me on my knees, stripped bare, his cock in my mouth all the way to the hilt. His fingers scratch delicately at my scalp, like petting a cat. “Prettiest fucking faggot I've ever met. So glad I got the chance to put you to use.”

He slides his cock back out of my mouth, pulling my hair and using it to dry himself off. I quickly lift my hands to him, and tuck him gently away into his underclothes. I zip him cautiously, protecting him from metal teeth, and then his buttons.

“So considerate of you, fag,” he says, and I smile up at him happily, as Amy programmed me to. I kiss the swell of his cock. His eyes flick from me to my mother, and he smile at her appreciatively as he steps back from me, creating a little space.

“Thanks for the privilege of using him, Misses Grennan,” he says, and Mom nods.

“You're quite welcome. Do you know him, or...?” she asks, and Rickie shakes his head.

“Saw him at university, but never managed to get up the nerve to talk to him,” he looks down at me, “Would've been far easier if I'd known he's a fucking faggot, but yeah. Okay, gotta go!” He turns and jogs back to his car, then pulls out easy.

Mom jerks her head, motioning toward the kitchen, once I'm inside and she's closed the front door.

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Here the story converges in Chapter 23: Family Dinner.