He pulls my face toward his massive member.

And he rubs his hot, sweaty nuts all over my lips. I tongue the hairy orbs like a starving madman. They're the size of baseballs, at least. The rest of my face rubs against his throbbing tube; I can feel more pre sleucing into my hair and dripping down my face and neck. If his scent was a drug, I'd have to just give up on life. I'm a junkie now.

I gobble on his balls, licking and sucking, and nibbling his nutsack like a man possessed. And I work my way up his veiny shaft, licking up another stream of pre as it dribbles down his flesh, following the contours of a particularly massive vein that runs the length of his dick. He's uncut, and I run my tongue under and around the generous folds of his foreskin, slurping and sucking.

He starts to press the back of my head down, forcing my mouth onto his prodigious head. It's like trying to stuff a coke can into my mouth. I do my best to avoid scraping his magnificent tool with my teeth.

There's no way I'm going to be able to get this thing in my mouth. I'm starting to get worried. I don't want to disappoint Trey.

"Drink up. Swallow it all," he says, pressing harder.

I slobber and suck and stretch my jaw as far as I can.

Suddenly a huge jet of milky white erupts from his cockslit. Cumming already? That's a little disappointing...

I lick it up and swallow it down, waiting for the next blast. It doesn't seem to be coming.

Oh, fuck me! Was that a blast of precum?

I tend to his cock faithfully, licking up every drop his generous dick leaks out. Over several minutes, I realize I've probably consumed over a cup of the stuff. I don't know anyone who leaks like that.

I feel Trey's grip on my hair tighten, and without warning, he shoves my head down.

His brick-thick dick slides through my lips and down my throat, smooth as butter, all the way down.

Success! I don't know how anyone could hope to swallow such a huge rod, but I've done it!

I cum from the sense of accomplishment. My load sprays up onto Trey's beefy leg and dribbles down it.

Trey chuckles menacingly. "Are you enjoying yourself, faggot? What a puny load! I'm going to fill you with cum until you swell up like a balloon."

He begins to fuck my face mercilessly. He slams his cock down my throat over and over. I can't breath. Tears stream from my eyes; I don't know if they're because of the pain or the pleasure.

Suddenly, he throws me down. I tremble beneath him as he pins me flat to the floor, grasping my neck.

He strokes his throbbing cock slowly with his other hand. Even gasping for breath and spitting up precum, I can't look away from the beautiful tool.

He uses it to wipe a tear off my cheek, leaving a trail of slimey goo in its wake.

He rubs his fleshy, apple-sized knob around my lips, teasing my mouth. I cannot think, I am so in lust with him. My tongue slips out involuntarily; I just want another taste.

"He's almost ready. Feed him," Trey says.

"Yes, master," Trey responds.