graybeards:“You like that, slut?” Mr. Nelson asked with a snarl, looking me in the eye as I stared a
graybeards:“You like that, slut?” Mr. Nelson asked with a snarl, looking me in the eye as I stared at the bloated manhood hanging out of his boxers.I glanced back at the rest stop—still empty but for our two cars—before I got down on my knees. The ground was cold and still damp with morning dew, but padded by a thick layer of fallen leaves. Face-to-face with his cock, it looked much bigger. He was still growing.I leaned forward with my lips parted, but his hands shot from his hips to the sides of my head and held me in place. Helpless, I looked up at him confused. He sternly explained, “I asked you a question, faggot. Do you like it?”I nodded my head between his clenched hands and said, “Yes, sir.”He stepped forward and wagged his hips, swatting the slick head across my smooth cheek to leave a trail of precum. “Then beg for it, Travis,” Mr. Nelson commanded.My eyes widened. “You remember me?” It had been half a decade since I’d graduated, and even a little longer since I’d been in Mr. Nelson’s AP US History class.“Kid, you spent a whole semester sitting in the front row and staring at my junk. I had to jerk off in the faculty bathroom just to make it through each day after all that teasing.”I imagined him beating that meat over the toilet and I started to salivate.“Now beg,” he reiterated.“Please let me suck your cock, sir.”He laughed. “Oh come now, you can do better than that, kid.”“Please sir, I need it. I want to worship your big dick and swallow your cum.”“Every last drop?” He asked, and a sly grin crossed his face.I nodded.“Have you ever heard the expression…” He pulled my head forward and shoved himself between my lips. “Be careful what you wish for?”The burly man started fucking my face with short, rigid thrusts as he held me in place with his rough hands. “Well, let’s just say you might have ordered an appetizer, but I’m about to serve up a six-course meal down your throat.”As he spoke, I was suddenly acutely aware of the big balls bouncing against my chin with every thrust. And I could taste the copious precum oozing onto my tongue as he fucked his way down my strained throat. He moaned, “It’s gonna be a big one today. Hope you’re hungry.”I’d been imagining this for years. Hungry didn’t begin to capture the depth of my desire for this man’s cum. -- source link