Blow Larry

You leap to your feet before you can change your mind. There's a certain crazy lust to what you are about to do and that's the only way you can explain fighting through your disgust at Larry and kneeling between his legs.

His smile shows stained and crooked teeth as he unbuckles his belt. He unbuttons his filthy brown slacks and unzips them. His limp and uncircumsized cock hangs half out of the flap of his piss-stained boxers. You wrap your hand around his fat prick give it a stroke and then lower your mouth to his cock.

"Oh yesssss," he hisses as your lips close around the fleshy tip, "I knew with those lips of yours you would be a little suck slut."

His dick has a disgusting tangy flavor to it, but you swallow the vomit threatening to rise in your throat and take the whole soft member into your mouth. A few seconds of practiced sucking and stroking and it grows hard against your tongue. It's about average length, which is a good excuse to keep your nose out of his dense patch of musty-smelling black pubic hair.

Before things get too heated you pull your mouth away from his cock and look up past his fat stomach.

"Warn me before you cum," you say sternly, "I don't want you doing it in my mouth."

"Yeah, yeah," he pushes urgently on the back of your head and you dutifully lower your mouth back to his prick.

Despite the horrible smell and the disgusting taste you give it your best. You massage his cock with your tongue and lick along the fleshy edges of his hooded dick. You push the foreskin back with your lips and nearly gag on the taste of the unwashed prick beneath. You fight through it, sucking, licking and stroking him.

Larry lowers his hands to your head. At first he is gentle as you slurp up and down on his filthy meatpole.

"Faster," he instructs.

You comply, stroking and bobbing your head up and down faster.

"Suck it harder," he says moments later. "And even faster."

You try to keep up, but Larry demands a rapid pace. Your head bobs up and down, his stinking cock sliding in and out from between your lips.

"Oh fuck yeah you little teenage slut," he says. "Suck that dick. Suck that fucking dick."

You stroke more and more, licking and sucking. Your saliva runs over your fist and soaks his pubic hair.

"Ohhhhhhh!" He cries and you can feel Larry's prick swelling inside your mouth.

You try to lift your head, but Larry forces it down. When you stop bobbing he fucks your face, jamming his cock all the way to the back of your throat again and again. Tears fill your eyes and you gag each time his horrible cock spears into the back of your throat.

"FUUUUUUCK!" He roars and lifts up off the chair.

His cock jerks and a huge hot glob of his sperm blasts into your mouth. It's so thick and sour-tasting that you struggle to swallow it. Thinner splashes of his semen wash across your tongue or drain straight down your throat as he fucks into your mouth again and again. He finally eases back into his chair, his prick twitching once and then twice against your tongue as it oozes out the last of his orgasm into your mouth.

With great willpower you swallow his uniquely horrible sperm and look up at his ugly face through tear-filled eyes.

When he relinquishes his grip on your head you pull off his cock and scream, "You fucker!"

Larry laughs in your face as he tucks his softening prick back into his boxers and zips up.

"Now, now," he chides. "You did good, kiddo. I'm not easy to please after all these years. You've got the gig."

"And what gig is that?" You spit at him, wiping the tears from your eyes.

"Resident suck slut, of course," he laughs. "There's a booth for you all the way in the back on the right. Sit on the little stool in there and drain every prick that comes through the gloryhole. Please the customers. I'll charge them 40 bucks a pop at that hot little sucker of yours and we'll split it 50/50."

He lights a cigarette and takes a deep drag.

"Waddya say, kiddo?"