twisted-talez: “Fuuuck,” I exhaled, my cum blasting down Griff’s throat as my head rolled back in ec
twisted-talez: “Fuuuck,” I exhaled, my cum blasting down Griff’s throat as my head rolled back in ecstasy. He kept his lips sealed around the head of my cock, swallowing every last drop of my load while slowly jacking my big dick until my balls were emptied. “Don’t you ever go near that man’s house,” my mom had warned when we moved across the street from Griff Ryder. “I’ll bust you upside the head if I ever catch you there,” she threatened. Being a precocious thirteen year old at the time, I assumed Griff was a drug dealer. Cars were coming and going from his house at all times of the day and night, with guys in and out of his place. He had to be a drug dealer, and I wanted no part of that. So I obeyed my mom and steered clear of Griff, ignoring him whenever he waved at me from across the street … until one day when I couldn’t ignore him. “Looks like you gotta flat tire,” Griff observed, crossing the street one morning when I was leaving for work. Fuck. “Yeah. I must’ve run over a nail on my way home last night,” I replied, running my hand over a nail embedded in the tread. “You ever changed a flat?” Griff asked. “No, sir,” I answered, opening the trunk to retrieve the spare. “Let me help you, boy,” Griff offered, helping to pull the spare from the trunk. “I worked in an auto shop when I was about your age. How old are you, boy?” Griff asked while looking me up and down like he was sizing me up. “I’m eighteen, sir,” I replied. “Well, well, well,” he purred, looking down at my crotch. “You’re a man now.” I might have been a man, but I knew shit about changing a tire. I was truly grateful that Griff had come to my aid. He showed me how to use the jack, and how to loosen and then tighten the lug nuts once the spare tire was in place. I thanked Griff profusely as we finished the job. He seemed like a nice guy, and I felt guilty for openly ignoring him for years. “You know, I think this is the first time you’ve ever said a word to me,” Griff noted, tightening the last of the nuts. “Yeah … my mom told me not to talk to you,” I apologized. “Why?” Griff asked, taken aback. “Uh … because you’re a drug dealer,” I answered truthfully. Griff nearly toppled over in laughter. “Is that what you all think?” he laughed. “Yes, sir,” I answered. “You’ve always got strange guys coming in and out of your house.” A twisted smile spread across Griff’s face. “First of all,” Griff began, “you need to stop calling me sir. I’m barely ten years older than you. And second, I’m not a drug dealer. I’m just a cocksucker.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Wait. All those guys? You were just sucking them off?” I asked incredulously. “Yeah,” Griff admitted, staring down at my crotch once more. “And I’ll suck your cock, if you let me. It looks to me like you’ve got a lot there to suck.”“I … uh … I gotta go. I’m late for work,” I stammered, slamming the hood of my trunk closed and quickly climbing into the seat of my car. “Come by after work,” Griff shouted as I tore out of the driveway. “I’ll be waiting.” He stood in the street watching me drive away as I attempted to forget what he had just told me. But I couldn’t forget. I spent my whole shift stocking shelves at the grocery store thinking about Griff’s offer to blow me. The truth was that I had never had a good blow job. Sure, a few girls had tried to suck my big dick, but none could ever manage to get me off. Having a nine-inch cock sounds impressive, but I found it was a curse when no girl could ever deep throat me. And pussy? Forget it. No girl wanted my big cock splitting her in half. The few encounters I’d ever had with girls involved me jacking myself off when the night was over. And so I was thrown for a loop when Griff offered to suck me off. Perhaps he was just what I needed. “I knew you’d come by,” Griff gloated as I pushed my way inside his house after work, looking over my shoulder to make sure my mom wasn’t watching from the window. “Can I get you something to drink?” Griff offered as I took a seat on his couch. “Nah. Let’s just do this,” I replied, pulling down my pants and unleashing my nine-incher from my boxers. “HOLY FUCK,” Griff exclaimed. “I mean, I could tell you have a big one, but … Christ, you’re hung.” He was nearly salivating. “I’ll understand if you don’t want to suck it,” I tried to assure him. “Not want to suck it?” Griff laughed. “Are you crazy? I fucking love a big cock.” And with that, Griff stripped out of his clothes and got next to me on the couch. “Hope you don’t mind if I get naked,” he said. “It just turns me on more to be nude when I suck cock.” Griff had a nice dick, which was as hard as mine, but he was not nearly as hung. Suddenly, his mouth was on my balls, licking and sucking them. “Shit, that feels good,” I moaned. “We’re just getting started,” Griff teased with a flick of his tongue against my shaft. Up and down, he licked my cock, like he was devouring an ice cream cone. It felt incredible, but nowhere near as intense as when he took my cock into his mouth and then plunged all the way down on it until my balls were mashed against his chin. His face was red and he had tears in his eyes, but Griff continued to throat my big dick like a champ before coming up for air with a gasp. “Jesus Christ, that’s a big dick,” he panted, trying to catch his breath. Griff immediately went back to work, slobbering on my cock as he bobbed up and down on it, licking and sucking rhythmically. When not deep throating me to the balls, Griff tightened his lips around my cock as he stroked me with his hand, incorporating my balls on every downbeat. I could soon feel the cum rising in my shaft. There was no turning back. “Fuuuck,” I exhaled, my cum blasting down Griff’s throat as my head rolled back in ecstasy. He kept his lips sealed around the head of my cock, swallowing every last drop of my load while slowly jacking my big dick until my balls were emptied. He then took me deep down his throat once more, licking my cock clean as he finally surfaced for air. “Damn, that was hot. That’s the first time I’ve ever cum from head,” I shared with Griff. “I’m … uh … I’m actually a virgin,” I added, embarrassed for him to know the truth. “Damn, boy,” Griff exclaimed. “We need to get you laid. You need to put that big cock to good use.” But before I could respond, my mom texted. “Shit. I gotta go,” I told Griff. “My mom’s gonna have my balls if she catches me here.” Griff grabbed my cock, still hard and wanting more. “Tell your mom you’re gonna be home late. I’ve got plans for you,” Griff announced, straddling my cock as he slid down upon it. I was soon fully inside him, my balls mashed against his tight, eager hole. Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. -- source link