Go with the flow

Peter looked from Sharif face, down to his twitching hose of a cock and back again.

"Sharif, you must be joking I can't do that..." He started before seeing Sharif's huge paws fold into fists.

"He's insane. He's completely nuts. He might KILL me. " he thought.

"Okay okay." Peter said ducking down a bit as Sharif's hands relaxed.

Slowly, as if the big man might change his mind, Peter reached out with both hands. He immediately noticed the heat radiating off the giant tool. It felt like it might burn his hands. And the weight! How did he manage to carry this thing around! Peter took it in both hands, skinning back the foreskin the rest of the way to expose his sensitive cock tip. A steady stream of precum was running down the head now, pulling in great orbs before rolling down onto Peter's hands. He realized quickly that Sharif made more precum than he himself made semen.

Sharif's face was placid as Peter raised the still growing member to his lips. He continued to pray for something to happen, to save him. Nothing did. He was again assaulted by the musky scent of Sharif, so strong at this point it made his head swim. With no savior in sight he went the final mile.

His tongue darted out nervously, scraping along the tip of the massive cock he held. Sharif grunted. It was clear that would not do. Peter lowered his head further and grew a bit bolder, lapping up around the tip careful to avoid the drooling snout of precum.

"Suuuck...." Sharif moaned, grabbing the back of Peter's head and shoving him forward.

His mouth was immediately filled to overflowing with cock. The sweet/sour taste of it turned his stomach as much as the realization that he was blowing another man. Sharif's hand held him firmly in place and his mouth was filled to stretching with cock. The only thing he could do was wiggle tongue to stimulate the glans poking his tonsils.

The taste of Sharif's precum coated his mouth. He could avoid it no more than he could the invading member. It didn't taste bad exactly, just like sugar water almost. It was knowing what it was that made it disgusting.

His nostrils flared wildly sucking in air through the only orifice available to him. Sharif removed his hand and Peter pulled back, releasing the cock with an audible popping noise. He looked up at Sharif, gasping for air as drool and precum dripped from his chin.

"You are good Peter, a natural. " Sharif said, reaching down with a single thick digit to scoop up a rope of saliva and semen to feed to Peter.

He dug his finger into the boys mouth, leaving it there for him to nurse on. Peter did not need direction. He submissively suckled Sharif's finger, swirling his tongue around it like a smaller version of his cock.

"And here, like this." Sharif took both of Peter's hands moving them onto his shaft.

Even stacked one atop the other his hands could not cover the length of his shaft nor could they completely encircle it.

"Now suck. " this time Sharif did not have to guide his head in.

Peter pressed the tip of the cock to lips and began nursing it much like he did Sharif's finger. He could never hope to get much more than a fraction of the beast down his mouth it was simply too long and to wide. He focused instead on sucking and slurping around the engorged tip. He found each time he dug his tongue into Sharif's cum filled pisshole it seemed to drive him wild.

"Just get through this. You'll move out. You'll sue. Your not gay. This is ****. Your not gay. " Peter said to himself again and again.

Pumping the shaft with both hands he continued sucking as best he could. His jaw was beginning to ache. He opened his eyes to address Sharif and found him with his phone up taking a video.

"Hey don't....blurk!" Peter's words were cut off as Sharif grabbed the back of his skull and pushed him back onto his cock.

A fresh set of tears formed in Peter's eyes at the humiliation of being recorded in this most awful act. Worst of all though was he felt a surging begin in Sharif's member. The thick vein that ran down its center seemed to pulse horrible and Sharif's hips began to thrust forward seeking the deeper warmth of Peter's unwilling throat.

Peter knew what was coming.