Say AHHH

Sharif pulled back Peter's head and slapped his hands away from his thick shaft. Taking his own meaty cock in hand Sharif began to give it long slow strokes from tip to base. He pressed the knob to Peter's lower lip, tipping his head back to hold open his mouth

"Peter...do not spill a drop. Swallow...it...all." Sharif began to grunt like a pig.

At first Peter thought he was already cumming. There was such a steady flow of sweet liquid flowing from his cock that it had began to run over his chin. It was nothing compared to the real thing though.

The first shot stunned him as it landed in a foul rope from his eyebrow to his upper lip. It plastered his eye shut and ran into his mouth. This tasted FAR stronger than the watery precum had. And the consistency was like the thickest phlegm he'd ever hacked up.

The second shot was better aimed and crashed against the top of his mouth, cascading to the back of his throat. Peter could not bring himself to swallow. Even though the scum pooled in his mouth he could not bring himself to this last act. Sharif grunted again and another huge shot splashed into his mouth, filling it completely.

"Swa....llow...." Sharif growled, pumping his snake with one hand and tightening his grip on Peter's head to a painful degree.

Peter whimpered and complied letting the mouthful of cum drop into his belly. He gagged and retched but as he did so another volley began to fill his mouth.

"I hope you are hungry faggot..." Sharif laughed as his cock filled Peter's mouth completely a second time forcing him to **** down the awful nut brew.

Sharif shoved his cock back into Peter's mouth a final time, feeding him the final drops of his essence direct from the source.

The big man purred, a sound so deep it came out as a rumble, as he finished his orgasm.

"Mnm Peter, yes, a natural. "

Peter looked up dazed, feeling drunk. Sharif laughed and pressed his foot to Peter's chest tipping him backwards. Standing over his sprawled out form Sharif pressed one of his big feet to Peter's inner thigh keeping his legs pinned open. Sharif looked down in disgust before inhaling with a deep snort. Suddenly he spat on Peter's exposed and shriveled cock. A massive loogie, flecked with deep green mucus landed on Peter's weakened cock.

"Go to bed little cocksucker, use that to tend to yourself if need be. "

Sharif returned to his chair, putting on his television and turning his back to Peter without a second thought.

Peter sniffles fighting back tears as much as he fought back vomit. He could feel the great volume of semen sloshing about in his stomach. He could taste it on his tongue and smell it on his lips and breath. He scraped it from his eye and cheek, wiping it on the rug.

He crawled on all four to his bed, dragging himself into it. He couldn't even bring himself to clean the mucus from his cock.

He pulled the sheets over his head and curled into the tightest ball he could. He heard Sharif laughing at something on TV and planned his ****.