The Fourth Blowjob

The next day you sip a beer as you watch Bob getting down before you. This game has been going on for so long that its almost starting to feel normal - you've decided to make yourself comfortable with some stools to rest your legs on, a drink to help you relax, and even an ashtray for your smoke. Bob, for his part, is no less prepared. He has a pillow under his knees and has his boxers pulled down, erect dick free from its painful confines. He had also wanted earbuds, but you forbade it - if he can't listen to your dirty talk, half the fun is gone.

"Damn, son! You excited to see me today, or is viagra apart of your daily medication?"

"Nah, I just have the balls to own up to how my body's reacting. I don't have a limp dick like some people here," He smiles as he starts stroking.

"Boy, if this dick limp, what do you call yours?"

With a scoff, he engulfs you with his mouth. He moves slowly, twisting his head with the motions, making sure his tongue can reach every part of your rod. His hands serve as an extension of his mouth, pleasuring the parts of you that can't be reached.

You know that they can be reached, though, and you place your hands on either side of Bob's head, slowly guiding him further and further down your cock, reaching and pushing past the entrance of his throat. He starts trying to fight back as his throat gags around your cock in protest, but there's nothing he can do.

"Damn, your throat is so tight," you tease as you move yourself in an out, not allowing him the luxury of a breath. "Now I know how you felt last time, a cute mouth round your cock, massaging it from all directions. You know I think I could get real used to this...."

He starts to moan loudly, but the vibrations just make you feel that much better.

"What's that? Did you say you're sorry? You're sorry for how rough you fucked my throat last time?"

Another moan. He's turning red now.

"No speeka Espanjol. Or is that an apology in pig latin?"

He starts nodding vigorously, and you let him go. Spit flies everywhere as he falls on his back, chest heaving with the effort of fixing his lungs.

"You know, I think you look better when you're all red. Get over here before you pale again."

He vigorously shakes his head, unable to even speak.

"I said get over here!" You spill over your drink as you reach down to pick him up. "Throat's dry? Is that it? Open up and let me help," You pinch his nose and pour what remains of the beer down his throat, watching him gulp it down as the color of his face returns.

You throw the can away when it's empty and push Bob back over your neglected member. Gently now, you let him get back to pleasing you. He's probably learned his lesson, and you wouldn't want him to get angry and treat you even worse the next time. After a few tries, using you like a training wheel, he gets the hang of it and is able to more or less comfortably deepthroat you. In fact, his ministrations have gotten so good that you're about to cum.

As tempting as it is to let go now in Bob's throat, you remember the challenge and pull Bob off of you.

"Oh yeah," you groan "let me see that pretty face!" Shot after shot fires from your heavy balls as you mark his face with your fluids. That was incredible, you think, I need to win more often.

"I'm going to clean up," he says, but you don't pay him any attention, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. No matter how many times you may have lost before, this moment more than makes up for all of it. You feel as equals, just like before you started this awesome game. Speaking of which, it's time you decide upon the next challenge.