1. I Am A Cocksucker


    Date: 2/20/2017, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Author: bioralpleaser, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    trees. His hand is down near his crotch and he occasionally touches himself. “How’s it going?” he says. I fondle my crotch some more and he does likewise. After a few minutes of this dance, it is clear we both are horny. “What are you into?” I say, probably the lamest line around. I look down at his hand on his crotch and see a gold wedding band on his ring finger. “I just like to get sucked,” he replies. I reach over and fondle his crotch. “I like it when a guy fucks me in the mouth and makes me swallow his cum.” I reply. He lets out with a slight grin as I fondle his crotch. He puts his hand on my shoulder and f***efully pushes down and hisses “Get down on your knees!” I love this man. What a wonderful thing to say to a faggot. “Get down on your knees!” as a command like that. I comply quickly, kneeling down in front of him, unzipping my fly to play with my cock. He unzips his fly and pulls out his cock, which is hairy as all get out. Married straight guys don’t trim their pubic hair. I like married straight guys. “Can I see your balls?” I ask, and with a sigh, he pulls his scrotum out through the fly-hole in his underwear and through the fly in his pants. His balls are large and soft and hairy. He puts one hand on my head and says, “Now suck, and this had better be good!” “This had better be good!” he had said and that phrase echos through my mind as I take his cock in my mouth. I will try my best to comply, and I run my tongue under his cock, trying to make my mouth ...
    into a perfect cut for him to fuck. He lets me suck on his cock for a few moments before he starts up a rhythm. With both hands on my head, he starts face-fucking me slowly, using my mouth as a cunt hole strictly for his pleasure. I time my breathing so that when his cock goes all the way in, I don’t gag. I’m thinking of his directive, “This had better be good!” And apparently, I am doing well, because he steps up the pace. I love that about men, real men. They have to ram their cock in, pushing it deeper, further, faster, harder. A desperate thrusting, over and over again, climaxing in doing something really nasty in my mouth. He is skull-fucking me now, his calloused hands hard on my head, like he is trying to crack a coconut. He rams his cock in without a care or thought as to whether he is choking me or gagging me. I am only getting in short breaths now, as he pulls out each time. With every other stroke I breath in, and then out, but not by much. I am starting to get dizzy from asphyxia. My knees are hurting. My left foot has fallen asl**p. But I keep thinking of what he said, “This had better be good!” and I hang on and surrender my mouth to his urges, I become completely passive and submissive to him. This stranger I met in the woods now owns me, or does for these very few minutes until he is done with me and tosses me aside as so many other men have done in the past. I can tell he is getting close as his strokes take on a greater urgency and then slow down for four long ...
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