Blow Him

You can't say no to a tasty cock - not this one.

"I'm sorry, Bob," You sniff, "Please let me apologize."

"Get on with it," He scoffs.

Flushed with shame, you get down on you knees and once more attempt to wrap your hand around Bob's eight inch mammoth. You jerk him absentmindedly, still thinking about what happened. But soon, your nature takes over itself, and your indifference gives way to lust. Eagerly, you take him in your mouth, thankful that Bob gave you the opportunity to blow him again. By now you know what he likes, so you make sure to jerk him slowly, giving his arousal plenty of time to build up. Satisfied, Bob lets out a small groan as he grabs your head, pulling you in. You eagerly lap at the pre-cum you've coaxed out, not letting a single drop go to waste.

The heavenly taste excites you further. I can't ever stop doing this, you think, it would be like living without the internet. When his hairy cock is all clean, you open up and fit him between your lips, jaw stretching as wide as possible. You nurse at it carefully, putting pressure on all the right spots. It feels so right to be down here.

Sensing that you're enjoying yourself too much, Bob pushes into your throat, bucking his hips in pleasure. You gag slightly, but you're having too much fun to care.

"Just like that, slut," Bob groans appreciatively, "We might not be doing this as often anymore, but you'll still need practice for the future."

His promise causes a true feeling of happiness to rise up from deep down your heart. "Do you really mean it? Will you let me suck your cock again?"

"Just try and say no, then you'll see what happens," He threatens.

You redouble your efforts, opening wider, trying to suck in more and more glorious cock. Inside, you feel like you're in Heaven, already thinking about your future.

Although you would gladly edge him for hours, Bob needs to prepare for his parents. He gets more and more aggressive with your throat until he blasts into your mouth, filling you up. You swish it around a little bit before swallowing, already hungry for more.

"Alright, come on now, hurry up and get out of here before my Dad comes home," Bob snaps you out of it.

"When will I see you again?"

"I dunno? I'll call you when I'm feeling horny."

You smile to yourself as you walk home, glad at how great everything turned out. You think back to yesterday and pick up your phone to call Jack, wondering when his shift ends.