“... worship my cock, fag.”

Mindless, I obey, continuing to lick his phallic muscle from hilt to crown, grinding the tip of my glossal muscle against his frenulum. My eyes focus up on him, as he looks down at me, smiling in satisfaction, as one hand comes to rest on my head.

In my brainless state, I don't appreciate the tender touch, but his hand strokes my hair back, keeping it out of my face as I kneel before him. I kiss my way down his length, caressing every millimetre of him, alternating between lips and tongue.

“That's it, faggot,” Norbert moans softly, “work that sweet mouth of yours, you little slut. Fucking yes.” I moan softly with my mouth pressed against his cock, offering delicate hints of vibration to his meat. Norbert sighs gently with satisfaction.

As I work my tongue along his shaft, Norbert's fingers continue to stroke along my scalp, brushing my hair back tenderly as he leans back against the fence. My eyes remain focused on his in mindless devotion as he looks down at me, smiling.

“Fuck, I wish you knew what you were doing, fag,” Norbert moans as he continues stroking my hair, watching me work my mouth against him. Long strokes up with my tongue make his shaft glisten, and his fingers curl as I touch the crown.

I grind my tongue against the sensitive frenulum on every upstroke, before circling the helm completely. I gently kiss his tip, then press a trail of kisses down to his balls, caressing them with my tongue before licking back up his phallic length.

For a little more than two hours, I simply remain on my knees, licking up and kissing down. Norbert's hand never leaves, and his voice never stills, complimenting me and stroking my hair just as my lips and tongue stroke and caress his cock.

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