Gentle Irrumatio

Rickie rolls his hips, leaning forward as he puts his hands on the doorframe and slides his cock into my mouth. He sighs in pleasure, bending his arms as he sways his hips forward, pushing himself down my throat with a smooth and gentle glide.

“Oh ... yes!” Rickie purrs the word in soft contentment, as his balls come to rest against my chin. He looks down at me, and smiles brightly when he sees my eyes focused on his. His hips sway back, his arms straighten, his rod sliding from my lips.

“So beautiful like this, seeing my cock coming out of your face, going into your face,” he sighs in satisfaction as he pushes, driving himself back in, all the way until my lips rest at his hilt. “Keep your pretty eyes on me, faggot, while you take me.”

I blink up at him quietly in submission, watching his face light up with a smile as he starts to move. He's not skull-fucking me, he's simply riding my mouth like I'm a well-trained horse. I moan softly, offering pleasurable vibrations to his phallus.

“That's it, fag,” Rickie purrs the words gently, sliding himself back until my lips are at the crown, and I grind the tip of my tongue against his frenulum. “That's it. Worship that cock. Show me I'm a god compared to you, you useful little faggot.”

He's athletic enough that doing standing pushups into my mouth isn't a strain for him. His hips are doing most of the real movement, either way, but his muscles are flexing with the motions. “Put your hands on the backs of my thighs, faggot.”

My hands lift immediately, obediently sliding up the sides of his calves, up the sides of his thighs, then around to the back. He beams down at me, satisfied with me subservience as he pumps his cock into my mouth and a good way into my throat.

My throat stretches to accommodate his thickness, but I can still curl the tips of my lips just a little. He doesn't fail to note my expression, the way my eyes light up. “You like it, don't you? Being used like this ... being told you're a fucking faggot?”

I moan happily on his cock, smiling as best I can around him. He continues to beam down at me with delight, as his cock is sliding back from my mouth until only the crown remains. “Tell me what you are, faggot. Tell me how much you love it.”

“I'm nothing but a faggot, Rickie,” I murmur submissively, before his cock slides back into my mouth, preventing me from saying more, as he drives to the hilt, then pulls back again. “I deserve to be treated like this, always. I love to be degraded.”

“You definitely deserve it, faggot,” he moans softly as he pushes himself back to the hilt, “Stupid little faggot, you shouldn't be forced to suffer being respected. You only deserve to be degraded, humiliated, don't you, you dumbass little cock-slut?”

I moan in affirmation, and he groans in satisfaction. He doesn't increase his pace, though, he continues riding me sweetly, using me without causing me pain for his pleasure. I continue to suck as best I can, even while his hips continue to move.

His cock slowly starts to pulse in my mouth, harder and harder, but his pace remains stable, steady. He moans in pleasure, looking down at me, “Gonna give you a big load, faggot. You're looking forward to that, aren't you? Worthless faggot slut.”

I moan in answer, confirming his words. He beams down at me, gleeful at his discovery of what I am, elated by being able to use me as he sees fit. His fingers flex against the doorframe as he continues to pump himself into my mouth and throat.

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