Is a Matter of Mouth-Work

That thick, meaty slice of Skeg slid in and out of your mouth. Stretching into one cheek or another with steady, thrusting insistence. One of his hands had tangled into the soft, blonde hair at the back of your skull to act as an anchor and he had taken over all control over the rhythm of the situation. It was oddly reassuring… to feel that steadying grip there, and let him just take what pleasure he could from your obediently accommodating face-hole. All you had to do was wrap your lips around that swollen lump of another man, keeping your teeth out of the way and letting the musky smell and flavour wash down toward the back of your throat. It made you want to gag a little: that all-too human torrent of alien tastes and sensations, but really wasn’t intolerable as experiences went. You thought, perhaps, that other boys might find the humiliation and capitulation of it worst of all… but you were not like other boys. You had been humiliated plenty. This was just another trial to suffer through.

You felt Skeg tense up for a moment. The little bell of the shop door had just rang. Someone had come in! Suddenly you were trembling again, ears pinned to the sound of approaching footsteps. Who was it?! Would they be able to see what was happening over here behind the counter?! What would they do if they caught you gulping down the cock of this ugly old shop-clerk in broad daylight?! Would they call the police?!

Skeg held onto your head, keeping himself buried inside. He shuffled forward a bit to push you further into the recess below the till, but did not allow for a second that you might spit him out and simply hide.

“Oh, hello…” Came a politely middle-class sounding voice. “Are you the owner? I’ve been having a bit of trouble with some DIY and a friend told me this sort of place might have what I need…”

The woman’s slightly out-of-place, but calmly normal-sounding voice sent you into spirals of nervous terror. She was a presence from the outside world. That other place of upstanding citizens and everyday rules of etiquette that you seemed to have left behind so long ago now. Yet, here you were… not half a metre away from her. Hidden only by a flimsy wall of composite wood and sucking off the man she was speaking to. It was a precarious knife-edge of emotional turmoil that you barely dared break by breathing.

Skeg didn’t seemed fazed in the slightest though… you heard him begin talking through the specifics of her problem with cheery gusto. While, at the same time, you felt his hips just subtly begin to thrust again. In, out. In, out. His penis seemed to throb itself even girthier as he gently continued utilising your mouth right in front of this customer. He pulled his hand up to show her something in a catalogue… but by now there was no way you could pull away. He was sliding himself further and further toward the back of your throat and your fear-frozen body would let you do nothing but kneel there and take it. Your fingernails dug painfully into the bare flesh of your thighs and the urge to cough or **** just grew and grew… but you COULD NOT let that happen!

Just then, another patter of footsteps echoed across the room. This time coming from the staircase at the back. In utter horror you squinted sideways to see Jenny hopping down those last few steps, with a clear view of everything transpiring. A grin as wide as dawn seemed to spread across her face, though she quickly directed this upwards and toward this new visitor.

“Oh, hello! Are you here to rent something from us?”

Her voice was sunny and smiling, as she hopped her barefooted way closer. Ending up right next to Skeg and with her knees blocking further views of you that might be possible from the side.

“Why yes, I think so…” Came the woman’s pleasantly-surprised reply. “Is this kind gentleman your father then? Do you help out with the family business?”

Jenny’s hand reached out below the table to brush against your cheek. She seemed almost to settle it upon the back of your neck… and encourage an answering bob to every thrust that said ‘father’ was making.

“Yup! I help a lot around here… and it seems like my twin sister is starting to too!”

The proud beaming of the customer could be heard in her voice, even over the blood boiling in your ears. “How wonderful! Your dad must be a very lucky man, to have such hard-working daughters. Though, you must make sure your step-sister catches up with you… if she’s not doing quite so much!”

That was the final straw. You heard a great, gargling **** burst forth from your own throat as your chin was doused in saliva and precum. Skeg was quick to cover it with a cough of his own though, and some vague babble about under-floor pipes. He distracted the woman with a final decision over her rental, then made arrangements to have it delivered to her by Rod in his van. She waved goodbye to Jenny as she headed toward the door, none the wiser at all about what had just occurred in front of her. While, under the counter… Skeg wrapped both of his hands behind your head and gave a final, vicious flurry of throat-filling thrusts. All you could do was hold on for dear life as he fucked your face like a watermelon on a stick, then gurgle back to life as he came long and hard, right down the back of your throat.

As soon as the shop door had rung closed again, your step-sister dived down to join you below. Skeg pulled himself free and allowed you to breath, still basting your tongue with sticky trails of semen as he did so. But your ‘twin’ barely let you catch two gasps of desperately-needed oxygen, before she was stealing that cream from your lips. She threw her tongue into a knot with yours, kissing the taste of another man’s cock from you with a passion you’d never even dreamed of. It nearly made the whole terrible experience worth it… to feel her press against you with such fierce, congratulating urgency. Nearly…