I can practically hear the “thwack” of that big cock slapping against his thigh. The mere memory of that noise makes my mouth water.
A true fag has no desire to fuck or even get blown. He is always looking for real men to dominate him, penetrate him and shoot a load up his ass. When he meets men who don’t suck or get fucked, he acts like a pussy until he gets what he needs, crying as their big dicks penetrate and own him.
A real man doesn’t need a “true fag” to satisfy him when no shortage of would-be-tops will bend the knee and beg him to make bitches out of them. Who needs the town bicycle when you can explore newer territory and fuck the cyclists?
"Come on Man" Stan begged. "Just take it out."
He told me to lay in the seat and play with his cock while he drove. I felt his hardening cock through his jeans as I unbuttoned his fly. His cock sprang up to meet my hand as I began moving the soft skin up and down his shaft. Precum had already been oozing out his slit hole.
"Yea man, feels good, play with my balls," he said. I pulled his balls free as I worked his thick cock. He placed his hand behind my head.
"Just watch the fucking road Stan" I shouted back.
I opened my mouth as pushed my head onto his stiff cock. My own shorts and pants were already wet from excitement. I had sucked Stan off pretty regular, but never while he was driving. He would speed up and ease off, the gas pedal. I hoped he wouldn’t floor it because I knew he was getting close.
"Man O Man" he growled. "I’m about to hit 60!" He starts bucking in his seat, and pushing my head onto his dick and holding me there.
"I’m gonna shoot kid. Ooh yea! Your mouth feels great. Take it. Take my load!" His shaft deep in my throat, holding my head down tight. I felt his prick swell and flood my throat as the car hit a burst of speed.
He eased up on my head just enough for me to slide up on his dick, but stopped me with just his big head inside my mouth, with a full load of his hot cream.
"Swallow it man. It only counts if you swallow!" I did love the taste of it and held his wet pulsing cock in my mouth for as long as he’d let me. The whole car smelled funky like the jizz I had just swallowed.
Stan finally pulls off on the shoulder and parks, leaning back in the seat with a sigh. “That was so fucking hot. You’re a great cocksucker” he says.
"C’mon man, just one more time?" my best man said to me as his teeth lightly nibbled my ear and his arms circled around my waist. Within a few seconds his persuasive hands were on my crotch, kneading my prick through the tuxedo pants till I was throwing major wood.
I gave in and let my buddy unzip me, even though we both knew this would not be the last time.
This kind of man - mature, thick forearms and a wedding ring - fuels my pervy Suburban Daddy on the DL fantasies
Yeah boy, get Daddy’s scent all over your face. You’re gonna wear that smell all day!
Morning routines are important.
Room for one more?
Do you see a no vacancy sign? Slide on in!
More like a bottom boy’s dream.
Thick proud MAN and HIS thick proud GODCOCK. i so fucking adore HIS smile. It lets u know how happy HE is to be seen. Remember that an ALPHA is built to be seen and praised for everything HE is.
Perfection isn’t something you can strive for. You’ve either got it or you don’t.
The hotel desk fag receives his tip after bringing the businessman’s bags to his room.
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