Finish him your way

You listen Ritter demanding this and that, almost making you put on a show for him, on your watch! What an outrage, you think, it is not enough that I am entertaining this horn-dog as I look out for our lives, and I am supposed to get all messy for him? No way. Thoughts run through your mind as you keep jacking his hard shaft, turning your head from the darkness to his face and then down to his hardness... nope, I'll finish him as I like, getting him tired a bit more, so that I can get rid of his never ending advances.

"Nope Ritter, that will be too risky, and too messy", "Let me bring you to a climax like this" you smile as you keep jacking him, so that he plays along. You give him a couple of enthusiastic grabs.

"As you wish" he smiles, and ready to provoke you, he slides a piece of used box towards you; "why don't you make yourself comfortable? Looks like you are enjoying this, and bending this long can not be good for your back!" He laughs out almost loudly. He leans back to the side of the conveyor, looking down in front of him, motioning you with his looks for where to kneel.

You think to flash him now as he wanted, undress your top and all, to keep everything shorter, but now you can't, after you told him you'd do it your way. You'd look just too playful to try something like that, and you need to appear more leader-like. So you reluctantly get on your knees on the old and used cardboard boxes, between his legs, looking up only to see him grinning down. You look away into the darkness, for your watch from under the conveyor, which stands on a number of thin but firm legs that rest on the floor. Nothing happening, around, and the rest are asleep.

Now you are left with this horny brute who is still rock-hard in your hand, as you keep jacking him from the floor. "Oh this is good" he says, leaning his weight back to the metal conveyor. "But wait", "let me help you", he leans down slightly to drool onto his own dick and your hands to get things more slippery, and he does it so sloppily on purpose, that now your face, your chest and your chin are also "slippery".

You sigh, and you get angry, you say this is way too much, but at this moment, it is of no use, can't make noise, so you try to jack him off faster to bring him in. You wipe your face with your other palm, and bring it also around his shaft, now working him with both hands.

As you carry on, you feel trapped and you realize your thinking was all wrong, but you understand it a bit too late, now on your knees, thrusting his cock with both hands slowly, trying to build him up. More experienced than you, he is all aware of the situation, and takes it easy on you, letting you work and please him, occasionally running his hands on your face, and your lips. And every other time, pats your head gently but firmly. By this time, he is already sitting in the comfortable chair he found on the corner of the room and he brought it slowly, keeping you waiting on your knees.

"We should do this every night watch." He remarks with a firm grin.