Onward

Little stepped forward, his cock coming to rest on Aaralons tightly closed lips. The pungent scent of the old man's unclean cock filling his nose.

With the promise of the knowledge and power he would gain from those books held clear in his mind Aaralon **** his jaw to unlock. Little wasted no time, roughly forcing his cock between his lips. The taste made Aaralon want to gag, the bitter taste filling his mouth.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like this,” Little grunted, his hand flat against the bookshelf as he began to thrust his cock into Aaralons mouth, fucking it as he sat there passively. “I know exactly what goes on in those dorms.”

Aaralon was surprised at the remark,shame, of all emotions. Crept up his spine as Little went on, his pace never slowing as a new bitter taste of pre-cum joined the unpleasant melody.

“Sneaking around and buggering each other all night!” Little acused, his thrusts starting to speed up. “And then you have gall to act ashamed at this!?”

Aaralon tried to comfort himself that it didn’t seem like Little was going to last much longer. However that didn’t help right now as he felt the head of the dirt old mans cock stabbing at the back of his throat. His face being filled by the unruly and foul smelling pubic hair of the little man. It was nearly unbearable, even the golden image of knowledge began to crack under the unrelenting sensory bombardment.

“Letting yourself be used like a village whore,” Little spat, his thrusts now as sharp and erratic as his voice.

Aaralon could feel the end coming, dread overwhelming his as he realised that not only was Little not going to pull out but that his head was pushed back against the bookcase. Little would not withdraw and he could not flee as the inevitable happened.

“Then...take it...like a….whore!” Little exclaimed, his voice breaking at the end as he thrust his cock home in Aaralons mouth. Hard enough to hurt his teeth as his cock exploded.

The bitter taste of his cum filled Aaralons mouth as he found himself unable to **** it down his throat. Indeed he wanted nothing more than to throw up in that moment, it took every fiber of his being to keep some level of control.

When Little finally withdrew himself Aaralon collapsed forward, the mass of the filthy old mans seed splashing out onto the hardwood flooring.

It would take days for the taste to leave Aaralons mouth and all the while the last words Little said to him before walking away rung in his ears.

“Don’t act like you didn’t love it.”