Blow Him

Am I really going to blow a random stranger? Yes. Isn't that what a slut would do? Yes.

You give him a timid smile and press your cheek into his rough hand.

"You know, there's actually a little something I could use your help with."

"Oh, I'd love to help any way I can?" You innocently ask.

He grabs your hand and shoves it to the bulge in his pants. "You think you can help me with that?" He huskily whispers.

"I think so," You try to act as innocent as possible as you get down on you knees and offer him a questioning look, as if you don't know what to do next.

He just laughs to himself. "I can always spot the twinks a mile away." He rubs his dirty hand in your hair. "Come on, boy, get to work. I'm sure you know what to do."

Eagerly, you unzip Tom's jeans and pull out his throbbing cock. It's much smaller than Bob's, and even a little smaller than yours. About four inches if you had to guess. This makes it rather easy to stick the whole thing in your mouth in a single go, eliciting a purr of pleasure from the bigger man.

"Oh yeah, that's it you little slut. Suck my huge cock."

You bob up and down on his shaft, smacking your forehead on his round belly every time you go down. Wishing you could get him down your throat, you sneak a hand down to your own boner and start stroking. It feels a little weird to be focusing on two cocks at once, but you can't deny the excellent pleasure coming from two simultaneous stimulations.

"Oh fuck yeah, I'm gonna cum!"

Already!? Tom pulls out of your mouth and unloads two spurts onto your cheeks.

"Fuck, boy, ain't you good at this?"

You beam up at him for the compliment, glad at his appreciation of your efforts. Seductively, you take his finger and use it to scoop up his cum, feeding yourself just like Bob fed you yesterday.

Nowhere near orgasm yourself, you move to fit your boner back into your pants when you see two men standing to the side! You gulp as you slowly look up, dreading to find out who they are.

Bob is standing there with his mouth open, while his friend Jack has a huge smirk on his face. Your eyes travel downwards to find Jack readjusting himself, and you unconsciously lick your lips at the thought of what he has in there.

"Hey, nice work, Tom!" Jack congratulates his co-worker.

"Yep, I can always spot the twinks a mile away!" Tom repeats, clearly proud of himself.

"C'mon, let's go!" Bob angrily grabs you by the elbow and pulls you up, dragging you back into the car.

"Hey, so I'll see you tomorrow!" Jack calls after him, but Bob doesn't even bother saying goodbye.

You feel ashamed at being caught like that, but you also feel touched by Bob's reaction. As embarrassing as it may be, you decide that the best course of action right now is to swallow your pride and apologize.

"Look, Bob, don't be mad. I'm really sorry, it's just that you were taking so long, and then Tom called me over and said he needed my help, and so I -"

"And so you just couldn't say no to taking a fucking cock in your mouth, could you?" He cuts you off, having none of your apology. "Is that it? Answer me!"

"I'm sorry..." You search for more words, but under his authoritative influence you're not able to find any.

"In that case, here's another cock for you!" He grabs your head and pulls you down to his crotch. You try to resist, but he's just too strong for you. Meekly, you unzip him and get to work.

Tears stream down your eyes as he uses your throat like his personal fleshlight, only letting you have a breath when he needs to turn the wheel. His dick is nearly twice as big as Tom's, and it's nearly twice as demanding. Despite the situation, you pleasure Bob in the ways you've learned, twisting and turning in the correct motions. Soon you lose yourself in the blowjob, forgetting all the unpleasantness which came with it, and so allowing yourself a small moment of bliss. When you stop at a traffic light, Bob grabs your head with both hands and impales his full length down your throat, ejaculating into your stomach.

"Get the fuck out of here," He demands, still moody.

"Here?" Confused, you look up to see that it wasn't a traffic light you stopped at, but your drive-way! And there is your mother in the window watching you! Your jaw drops from shock, but it just makes you look like a porn star showing off the cumshot. She pales so much you think she's about to faint, so you just rush up to your room in embarrassment and hope to ignore the whole situation.

Putting your mother out of your mind for now, you try to process your feelings. On the one hand, you feel like shit for upsetting Bob like that. He's obviously incredibly upset, not even asking for your help with the porch - but how were you supposed to know he would get so mad? Sure you were fucking each other, but it wasn't like you were dating or anything, was it? Besides, you were going to have to stop when his parents came home anyway. He said so himself.

And on the other hand, as rough as it might have been, you got to suck two alpha cocks today! You finally free your painful erection from the confines of your jeans and slowly jerk it, thinking about the way Tom seduced you. You smile as you remember his complement, and then you edge when you remember getting caught. So naughty! Then your thoughts travel to the car ride, and the way those powerful hands **** Bob's cock into your mouth against your will. You think about how he abused your throat.

"Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" You shout.

But your orgasm is ruined when you remember your mother watching you through the window. Fuck! What am I going to do?! Maybe if I just don't say anything, she'll be too embarrassed to bring it up and we can pretend as though nothing happened.

"Dinner's ready!" She calls in the evening.

She made chicken parm today, her specialty. You eat in awkward silence until she brings it up.

"Ummm, Honey, do you know what the leading causes of automobile accidents are in the country?"

You nearly **** on your food as your face turns red from shame.

"Are you alright?"

"So mom, did you hear what the President said today?" You change the subject.

You **** yourself to babble on about politics for the rest of dinner, and thankfully she doesn't feel comfortable bringing it up again. You can only hope that she won't tell your father. His spankings are much worse than Bob's.