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by Keith Hernandez
I was on my knees in a motel room, and my hands were on Scott’s bare thighs. They were so warm…they felt so big and muscular and I caressed them and slid my hands to his inner thighs as I crouched between his legs, sucking on his large cock.
I slid my mouth up and down as it started to harden more and more. I looked up at him and he was watching me fellate him. I felt my cheeks flush with shame. He reached for something on the table and then grabbed my head and started guiding me deeper.
I took him down until he hit the back of my throat and when I looked up at him again he was holding his phone up, recording me. I moaned inwardly and closed my eyes, but I kept sucking. Only a little while earlier I had been home alone, recuperating on my couch…
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Big Scott was back. This is what I was trying to wrap my brain around as I lay on the couch fiddling with the remote. The doctor’s visit was traumatic but the meds worked right away and my ass felt better.
But now I had a dilemma. I was engaged to my fiancee who I loved. But I also worshipped Scott and his alpha cock. That definitely wasn’t love. It was more like an addiction. A secret desire that he had tapped into and brought out. A side of me I denied until he pushed his cock into my mouth that one night so long ago.
I was wrestling with two thoughts all day…should I try to kick him out of my life, and how? Or more darkly, would it be possible to have my cake and eat it too? Could I stay engaged with Gina and possibly marry her? A few days ago that is where my life was headed but with Scott back, everything was thrown into question.
I was confused. Because part of me wanted him to turn me out once again, to keep me as his 24/7 cocksucker and cum dump. My mind wandered to ways I could keep Gina, maintain my facade of heterosexuality, and still service Scott and his thick pecker.
I shook my head. “No!” I said out loud. I can’t, I have too much to lose. I have a good thing going with Gina…or do I? The feeling that something was missing gnawed at my thoughts. Something was missing…and what if that something was a big cock? I didn’t know what to do.
As if on cue, Scott texted me, “Where were you yesterday?”
“Doctor’s appointment” I typed back. “Busy.”
I should have just ignored him. But part of me knows it won’t stop him. He was back in town, looking for his own place, setting up to work from home. I wondered if he would be content to just keep me as a side piece so I could keep Gina too.
“Got a line on a place. Won’t be in this hotel for much longer. And I have a two-day nut saved up. Your place or mine?”
I read the text and got a chill. I didn’t respond. A minute later the next text came.
“Not a request. Will it be here or there? Make up your mind quick or I’m on my way.”
I couldn’t risk him coming over here.
“Give me 5 min” I responded.
Shit…I was in no condition istanbul travesti to take a chance on Scott trying to fuck me up the ass again. Without really thinking I typed “No anal” and headed out the door.
I had to tell Scott about the doctor visit so I texted him while I drove over. My plan was to just give him head and keep him satisfied until I could figure out what I was going to do or what I wanted with Gina.
But with Scott you never knew what was going to happen. He topped me and owned me for over a year, so when I got to Scott’s hotel I was starting to get nervous. His room was on the second floor and I walked up the stairs, wondering what the hell I was doing. I looked around before I knocked, making sure no one I knew was around.
How would I explain what I was doing here? With a man no less, a very masculine, good-looking man. I didn’t have to knock, as the door flew open and Scott was standing there on his phone.
“Hey man, I gotta go, someone is here,” he said, putting his arm around my neck and pulling me into the room. Butterflies zoomed around my stomach as Scott steered me into the room.
“So you had a bad time the other day, huh?” he said, looking down at me. Scott was taller than me and had at least 75 pounds on me. I always felt so small in his presence. It was tough to look him in the eye but I forced myself to do it.
“Yeah man, I’m out of commission for a few days, thanks to you,” I said, weakly trying to squirm away from him, and dropping my gaze. “I’ll take care of you today…but that’s all, okay? I came right over you know, but no…no anal, okay?”
Scott didn’t say anything, he just kind of looked at me with an amused look and then grabbed a pillow off the bed and dropped it on the floor, releasing me from his grip.
“All right,” he finally said. crossing his arms. “Just a blow job. That meaty ass of yours gets a break. This time.”
He punctuated his mercy by reaching out and squeezing my cheek. For him, it was almost tenderness. I felt relief replace my butterflies as I sank down to my knees before him.
I needed to make this a good session for him, but I was out of practice and fumbled with his jeans while he stood over me. I pulled his zipper down and tried to pull his pants down, but they were tight and Scott wasn’t helping. He just stood with his arms folded and watched me. I wiggled his jeans and was able to pull down the front of his underwear and get his meat out.
It was soft but it made my mouth water. I reached in and pulled out his big balls and his fat dick, so warm in my hands. I tugged some more and looked up at him for some help. Finally he relented and pushed on them, getting them over his big thighs and kicking them away. Scott pulled a chair and sat down, spreading his legs and engulfing me between them.
I felt weak for some reason. I was mesmerized by his big cock and I was cupping his balls and lightly stroking his penis, but I was having trouble istanbul travestileri pushing everything out of my mind. All my doubts came racing in and Scott must have sensed my reluctance.
“It’s been a while hasn’t it?” he said. I nodded and looked at the cock that had owned me. It was big, it’s head starting to swell. Scott ran his hands through my hair and began to tell me what to do. And I did exactly as he said, as though I couldn’t make myself do it by myself.
“Kiss it…give it a peck…that’s it. Again…Now give it another kiss, longer…mmmm that’s good, now taste it. Really taste it. Lick it…lick it with your whole tongue.”
Following his directions, I flattened my tongue out and ran it along his shaft, feeling the warmth and musky taste of his manhood, the smell of his crotch filling my nostrils. I felt like a girl, down on my knees, playing with a bigger man and starting to service him. I needed the guidance. I needed Scott’s strong hands and his deep voice to command me. I wasn’t sure if I should be doing this again. But Scott was in charge. I lifted his massive length to my lips and he pulled my head forward, slipping the cock inside my mouth.
It wasn’t fully hard yet, so for the next minute I hung onto Scott’s thighs and bobbed up and down, gacking when the cock entered my throat. I was out of practice and my gag reflex was strong. I stretched forward and tried to push the big pecker down my throat but I convulsed and my stomach spasmed, coughing his dick out and making my eyes water. I was embarrassed so I just kept sucking, my phlegm turning his shaft slick and messy.
I kept giving him head and Scott was now fully erect, his cock rock hard and so massive. I was not surprised when he produced his phone and snapped some pics. I pulled off and looked at him with his cock on my cheek before resuming the blowjob.
“Come on now,” he said, holding the camera. “Open up…open wide…come on you can do it. There you go…if you’re going to be my slut again you gotta get used to sucking my cock. Ahhhh, that’s it.”
The dirty talk made my ears and cheeks get redder with embarrassment, but I did what he said.
After another minute, I sat up and was working Scott’s cock the best I could.
“Ohhh yeah, take it. Take that cock you fucking little bitch. Ahhhhhh shit take it…”
It definitely wasn’t my best effort, and it felt awkward trying to pump his huge knob while still sucking. I have to admit though, it was a big turn-on to hear Scott’s moans and groans. He was taking real pleasure in the oral I was giving him.
“Ohhh fuuck yeah…suck it…” he let me do it to him without pushing my head down. I must have been quite the sight, scrunched up between his strong legs, sucking him off. I stroked his hot cock as hard as I could, and I had to open wide to get the big cock in. I kept my lips tight and tried my best to give him good head.
I was caught up in it now and I held his penis up and travesti istanbul stroked it, exposing his balls. I couldn’t resist…I dipped low and began to lave his hairy nuts deeply. I lapped his testicles until they were soaked, pushing his balls apart with my tongue and sliding down to his taint, licking it as hard as I could, my nose buried in his sack, taking in the manly odor of his balls and his ass.
I sucked and licked at his crotch until my face was wet and I was panting in excitement. I squeezed his balls and pulled them down, tightening the skin of his erection, as I swirled my tongue around his huge cock-head and stroked his shaft with my free hand.
After taking a second to catch my breath, I stretched my mouth over him again and plunged down as far as could go. I began to suck hard, creating as much friction as I could. I settled into a steady rhythm, unable to stop myself from moaning as I worked his big thick cock…”Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph mmmph!”
Scott shifted in his seat and his legs began to straighten out, squeezing me. He moaned long and loud, drowning out the wet sounds of my stroking and sucking. His cock was swelling getting rock hard…and then it surged into my mouth, a flood of hot, sticky, bitter-tasting semen.
I could have pulled off. I could have let it shoot into the air or onto his stomach. Scott was convulsing through a huge orgasm, he wouldn’t have cared. But I didn’t. I wanted to please this man and I wanted him to be happy with me. That way I could keep him out of my ass.
So I held that huge spasming pecker in my mouth and swallowed. I gulped and took a huge load of cum down my throat.
Scott was still cumming… “Ung! Ung! Ahhhhh Ung!” I kept my lips locked on his penis and didn’t miss a drop.
When Scott’s legs relaxed I swallowed again and nursed ever so gently on his meat. I kissed the head and for a moment I was was lost, licking his shaft and down to his tight nut sack, sucking and licking there too, feeling the trimmed hair on his balls and feeling him tremble from the post-orgasm sensations of having someone lick your scrotum just after you blew a king-sized load.
Scott moaned deeply and his head lay back until it disappeared from my view, down there on my knees in between his legs. I began to stand and back away. I felt the urge to leave, I felt a sense of shame, and I wanted to get out of there. For me the post-nut feeling was one of “I will never do that again” even as the sharp taste of spunk was still settling into my stomach.
“Same time tomorrow, girlfriend,” Scott said, stretching his arms and then rising to pull up his pants. He strode over to where I was and gripped my ass. “Get out of here before I get hard again and fuck this.”
“Yup,” I said, not looking him in the eye.
Scott smacked my ass and I stumbled back to the door and headed out to the stairs, leaving Scott without another word. The pungent smell of his cock and balls were all over my face and hands and I let it fill my nostrils as I drove home, thinking about how I was just on my knees sucking cock and letting another man ejaculate into my mouth…
To be continued…
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Copyright Keith Hernandez
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