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I’m the sluttiest slut, I think as Cash grabs on to my hair and fucks into my mouth. He has a big cock, a tattooed one that slides down my throat roughly every time he thrusts forward. I’m on my knees with my hand down my pants, jerking my own dick as he fucks my throat relentlessly.
I groan, my chin and forearm wet with my own saliva as I stroke him with my free hand. Even though I’m a deep-throat whore, I still can’t fit this big dick all the way in.
I glance up and watch as Cash stares down at me with those dark eyes, those long lashes hooded. Shit, he’s hot. A gay guy’s wet dream. I can’t believe he’s letting me do this, that he’s been letting me suck his dick. I must be that good. God, if my dad found out I was on my knees for his best friend, he’d be so disappointed.
It’s the filthiest secret I have. But I can’t stop. I can’t.
I’m the horniest fucker on the planet.
No one would guess it. Meek, quiet little Ben. But fuck, I want all the dick.All the time.
No more thinking of my dad. No, I’m focusing on Cash and his big tattooed cock. It has a black and red dragon slithering down its length—a rather impressive cum-breathing dragon.
“Your mouth,shit,” Cash rasps as his legs start to shake. “Shit, Ben.”
The way he says my name, the smell of him, the taste. I could do this all day, just cockwarm his dick until he gets hard again. He hasn’t fucked my ass yet, but I’m ready when he is. I don’t want to pressure him though. I’m not quite sure he’s gay—more like questioning. Like I was saying, the fact he’s fucking my mouth right now is a miracle.
But then again, the way I can swallow him without gagging is quite the thing.
“Gonna come,” he moans and my hand works my cock faster. God, I love the taste of him, and just knowing he’s forbidden makes this so much hotter.
My balls draw up as I peer up once more and see his handsome face staring down at me. That day-old scruff lining his strong jaw and his mussed hair. My length swells and as soon as the taste of his release hits my tongue, I explode in my pants. Just endless streams of it as I shake and groan, swallowing down as much of his cum as I can. It’s a lot, just wave after wave, as if he’s been holding it all in for me.
When I finally come down from the high of my orgasm, I slump forward, my forehead resting against his hairy thigh. It scratches my shaved skin and I sigh, loving the feel of it against me.
I let his softening dick fall from my mouth and take large gulping breaths. I know I look wrecked, my cheeks splotchy, my nose running, my mouth puffy and red, but I don’t fucking care. I am addicted to this. To this feeling of danger and lust.
And I know where I’m going after this. I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself.
And like hell I’m giving it up any time soon. Maybe that makes me a bad, selfish son, but hell, I’ve done everything in my life the right way. Everything. I’ve always done what everyone’s asked of me, never complained, always complied. I’m so tired of being selfless. It all came to a head several weeks ago when I snapped. When I unzipped Cash’s jeans and slid his dick into my mouth.
For the first time in my life, I decided to take what I wanted, bit by bit.
And I want more. More of all of this.
“You okay?” Cash asks, looking slightly concerned at how wrecked I look. But he doesn’t get it. I love the pain of it, love the feel of being ruined. I’d be ruinedall day longif I could. Just a hole to be filled over and over.
“I’m fine,” I say as I push myself up and swipe at my mouth. My eyes meet his dark ones as he zips up his pants and buttons them.
He runs a shaking hand through his hair, looking slightly guilty. He knows who I am, and he knows what his friendship means to my dad. And yet, I’ve been sucking his dick for weeks. It started out slowly, a drunken night where his cock ended up in my mouth after he drove me home from work and I asked him in for a drink. He was upset about a recent breakup with a long-term girlfriend, and I was happy to help him forget.
Come inside and relax.
Fingers and thighs brushing.
Sighs and groans.
Stripes of cum marking the inside of my mouth.
And I thought for sure it would end there, that my choking, moaning blow job would scare him away. I was so damn worried that my dream come true would be dashed, but it happened again. I ended up back at his place a few days later and made sure that he wanted it again.
And again.
Nearly every day now. Sometimes twice when he can get me alone.
My hole clenches in excitement, and I mentally talk it down. Cash isn’t ready for that. Not yet. But I know where I’m going right after this—who I’m gonna see that will take care of my needy hole.
