Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2018 03:42:42 +0000 (UTC)
From: Derek W <omksc@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Roommate Noah, part 2

My Roommate Noah
by Derek W
omksc@yahoo.com

Chapter 2

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Smack!

My eyes flew open.  There was a rock hard dick hovering in the air above my
face.  And while I was still groggy from a night's sleep, it only took me a
second to figure out that what had just woken me up so suddenly was a slap
on the face from Noah's dick.

He banged his cock against my face a few more times.  "Morning wood,
cocksucker.  Get to it," Noah said.

I looked up at him.  He was completely naked so that perfect bod was on
display.  His wavy hair was shooting out in every direction, and of course
on Noah bed-head just looked sexy as fuck.  I thought to myself, when the
first thing I see after opening my eyes is Noah's hard-on and amazing chest
looming over me, I'm pretty fucking lucky.

I had waited up for hours the previous night to discuss what had happened,
to try and figure out a path forward after I'd sucked him off and he said
he was changing the terms of our relationship.  But eventually I had fallen
asleep and he must have come in very late without waking me up.

"Jesus," I said to him now.  "I'm not even up yet."

"Yeah, well I'm UP," Noah said and dick-slapped me again.  "Here, does this
help you wake up?"  He started hitting me all over my face with his dick -
the firm, bulging head slapping against by lips, cheeks, nose, forehead,
everywhere.  He cackled the whole time.

"I think... we should talk about...what happened," I said, trying to get
the words out in between dick-slaps.

"I've got a better idea," Noah said.  "Instead of using that bitch mouth of
yours for talking, about shit I don't want to talk about, no less, why
don't you use it for sucking me off?"

I grunted in response.

"Listen, cocksucker.  There's nothing to talk about.  You are my bitch
cocksucker, like you wanted to be.  I have a hard-on.  So...Open.  Your.
Mouth."

The smell of his dick was incredible.  The feeling of him smacking me in
the face with it had gotten me rock-hard.  However conflicted my brain may
have been about our new arrangement, my dick was quite sure that it wanted
him dick-slapping me and fucking my face 24/7.  I opened my mouth and stuck
out my tongue slightly, created an area for him to rest the tip of his
cock.

Which Noah did, immediately.  He placed the head of his penis on my tongue,
rubbed it all around, pressed it down onto my tongue with a little
pressure.  I moaned involuntarily.  Noah laughed, and then started to push
his dick into my mouth.

This time, Noah went straight into face-fucking.  There was apparently not
going to be any gentle licking and sucking of his genitals this time.  He
started pushing his cock in and out of my mouth.  The angle was a little
awkward with him standing at the edge of the bed, so he hoisted himself up,
placing one knee on the bed.  This put his pelvis into the perfect position
to start pistoning his dick into my mouth.

God, that cock was amazing.  The feeling of that thick shaft, its velvety
warmth filling my mouth, the sticky head teasing the entrance to my throat.
My left arm was trapped under Noah's shin, so I slid my right hand under
the covers to grab my own dick.

Noah didn't waste a second.  He reached down, grabbed my arm by my bicep
and pulled it back over my head.  All without breaking stride in his
fucking of my mouth.  Then he paused, for the briefest of seconds, so that
he could lift himself up, grab my left arm and pull it up over my head to
join the right.  Then, cock back into my mouth and he put my wrists
together on the bed behind my head, holding them tightly with his hand,
applying ample pressure to pin them down firmly.

This made my cock jump even more. It pointlessly pushed upwards into the
sheet, denied any stimulation.  Meanwhile, Noah had a new stance, with his
body more directly on top of me for optimal leverage to pin my wrists down
on my bed.  This meant that his midsection was now in an even better spot
for thrusting his cock into my mouth.  He picked up the pace, pushing both
faster and deeper.  He was now fucking my throat, full-on, his cock
plunging all the way in so that my nose was smashed up against his waist
over and over again.  I timed my breathing to intake some air during those
few seconds when my throat wasn't stuffed full of his dick.

"Fuck yeah, cocksucker," Noah whispered.  "Take that cock."

This went on for a couple of minutes.  Noah fucking, me lying there taking
it.  He had really built up a rhythm, and the force of his movements was so
intense I could see a few beads of sweat on his perfect chest.  He let out
a sudden, low moaning sound, and then dropped his entire body into me.  His
dick was stuffed as far down my throat as it could go, where he held it for
several long seconds, no longer thrusting, as his cum blasted into my
throat.  I couldn't breathe or move.  Until eventually he slid off me, and
his spent dick slipped out of my mouth, landing wetly on my face. Noah
knelt on the bed next to me, breathing heavy as he came down from his
orgasm.  He released my arms.  Shook his head around in a circle, let out a
happy little "whew!" sound, smiled down at me, banged his cock on my face a
couple more times for good measure, and then stood and walked out.

When he came back from the bathroom, I was sitting up in bed, ready to
talk.  Noah threw himself down on his own bed across the room, picked up
his phone.

"Hey, can we talk?" I asked.

"'Bout what?"

"You know, this."

Noah sighed dramatically.  He turned on his side to look over at me with an
intense stare.  "What?"

I shrugged, suddenly unsure what to say.  "I don't know," I stammered, "it
just feels like we should figure out--"

"Look," he said emphatically.  "We already discussed this yesterday.  You
agreed to be my cocksucker.  That means you suck my cock when I want a blow
job.  I really don't see how there's anything further to talk about."

"But," I said, and then trailed off.

"Okay, one question.  Did you like it just now when I fucked your face and
blew my load down your throat?"

Geez.  "Yes."

"So.  You like it.  I like it.  It will continue.  Q.E.D."  He went back to
his phone.  "Now shut the fuck up and don't bother me again."

I shuffled off to the bathroom to take a leak.  My dick was still partially
hard, so my piss sprayed off in every direction.  By the time I was done it
had gone soft again.  Thought about jerking one out but decided not to.  I
looked at my face carefully in the mirror.  Was it possible to tell my face
had just been dick-slapped about fifty times?  I didn't think so.

And so there was no more discussion of our new arrangement.  Late that
night, Noah was lying in his bed, again on his phone, when he ordered me to
kneel at the base of his bed and suck him off.  I climbed up, got on my
knees between his legs, bent over, and started sucking.  He grabbed me by
the hair and pushed my head all the way down onto his cock.  I proceeded to
give him another blow job.  He released my head and left me to my own pace.
Which I was surprised by, seeing as how he had fairly insistently
controlled the movements of the last blow job.  So I looked up from his
crotch, where I noticed he was typing on his phone.  Was he texting
someone?  While I blew him?  What the fuck?

At that moment, I had one hand on his dick as I pulled my head off and up
to address him.  "What are you doing?"

He looked down at me and shook his head.  "Shut up.  Get back on that
dick."  Reached down, gave me a light slap in the face, and then pushed my
head roughly back into this crotch.  He held my head for a minute of two,
while he thrust his cock up into my mouth, hard.  Then he released my head
again, to go back to his phone.  I kept sucking him until I felt him start
to tense up.  Then he dropped his phone beside him, grabbed my head firmly
with both hands, and held me tight as he forced his cock all the way in
again, shooting right into my throat.  He held my head in his vise-like
grip until he was spent, and then pulled me up by the hair.  His dick
flopped out, he pushed me away with one hand to the forehead, muttering,
"Off."

I stumbled over to my side of the room.  Slightly dazed and, of course,
hard as a rock.  I got into bed, waited for him to fall asleep so I could
jerk off.  But he kept at whatever the fuck he was doing on his phone,
until my hard-on totally subsided and I drifted off myself.

The next morning, he was gone when I awoke, but in mid-afternoon, I came
home from classes to find him unexpectedly sitting at his desk staring at
his computer, headphones on.  "Good, you're here," he said.  Then he
pointed down at his crotch.

I walked towards him, then hovered, waiting for him to move over to his
bed.  Instead, he pushed his chair back slightly, pointed at the floor.
"Get under the desk."  I screwed up my face in response. He snapped his
fingers and then pointed again.  "Get the fuck under the desk."

I got on my knees and crawled towards him.  He hadn't really moved the
chair far enough back from me to get by, so it was hard to get past him
into the cramped area under the desk.  As I did, I saw that he had been
watching porn on his laptop.  Thus I understood why he insisted that I be
under the desk: he wanted to keep watching porn on his laptop while I blew
him.  "Are you going to watch that while I blow you?"

He scowled at me and slid the headphones down.  "What?" he barked.  I could
hear the muffled sound of a woman moaning ecstatically.

"I said, are you going to watch porn while I'm...you know, during?"

"When you watch porn, do you masturbate sometimes?"  he asked me.  I
nodded.  "Me too.  That's what I'm going to do now."  He grabbed my chin
roughly.  "Your face is, essentially, a masturbatory aid."  He gave it a
squeeze, which caused my mouth to open involuntarily.  He pressed his thumb
firmly against my tongue and pushed it into my mouth.  "So get under the
desk, stop talking, and suck my cock, bitch."  He put the headphones back
on and looked back at the screen.

I pretzeled myself into the small area under the desk.  He slid his chair
back in and spread his legs wide.  He was wearing jeans, and I could see a
thick bulge snaking off to one side.  I scooted towards him, unbuckled his
jeans and pulled them halfway down his thigh.  I slurped his cock into my
mouth.  It was already almost at full mast, I guess he must have liked
whatever he was watching.  I licked his shaft and began sucking him hard.
I had a feeling this might not last that long.

I sucked his dick.  It was kind of uncomfortable under the desk, as the
back of my head would sometimes bang up against the bottom of the desk
while I bobbed my head up and down on him.  All I could see was his crotch
and the bottom of his T-shirt, with no view at all of that beautiful chest
I loved so much.  This went on for a while until he ordered, "Lick my
balls."  His cock popped out of my mouth and I slid my face further down
his crotch and began to lick his nuts.  I licked them all over and then
reached for his dick again and started to slowly jerk it.  "No," he said
sharply.  "Don't touch my dick, just lick my balls."

He made me lick his balls for a really long time, what felt like maybe
fifteen or twenty minutes.  Even though his dick went untouched the whole
time, it stayed rock hard, pointing stiffly up and leaking precum.  I
wanted desperately to touch it or to lick up the precum from his shaft.  I
was surprised that his cock would stay that hard from getting his balls
licked.  Wondered if watching the porn at the same time accounted for it or
he liked getting his balls licked so much it kept him so rigid.

Amazing how in just a few days I had become someone who would sit on the
floor licking someone else's balls endlessly while musing about what
motivated his erection.

"Get back on my dick," Noah said.

I moved my head up and swallowed his dick.  As I bobbed up and down, he
started lifting his butt off the chair in short thrusts to meet me.  After
only a minute or two of this his hand suddenly snaked under the desk and
went to the top of my head.  Down he pushed, as he pressed his dick up into
my mouth as far as it would go.  I felt his body start to tremble while he
emptied his balls, again directly into my throat.

When he was done he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head off his
dick, kind of throwing my head to one side and towards the floor.  His
incredibly beautiful dick hung in the air before me, shiny and magnificent.
I watched for a second as it started to soften.

"Clean me off and I'll let you out."  I leaned forward and licked his
shaft, and then Noah slapped me in the face lightly.  "No, I don't want
that now.  Just clean my dick with your shirt or something and put my jeans
back on."

"How am I supposed to do that?  Give me some Kleenex or something," I
replied.

"Jesus," Noah muttered.  "Fucking useless cocksucker."  He pushed the chair
back and I crawled out.  Before I could get very far, he reached down and
grabbed my T-shirt at my shoulders, yanking it hard.  My arms lifted by
reflex and Noah pulled the shirt off over my head.  He reached down and
wiped his cock and balls with my shirt, until his entire crotch area was
dry.  "Put my jeans back on," he ordered me again.

I slipped up his jeans and underwear as he lifted slightly off the chair.
My hands grazed his perfect butt for the very first time as I put his dick
away.  I zipped him up, buckled his jeans and kissed his crotch as I
finished.

He shook his head at me.  "You can have your shirt back now," he said,
throwing it into my face.  It fell to the floor in front of me.  Noah
reached over and grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed my head to
the floor.  He rubbed my face in the T-shirt.  "Here, I know how much you
love rubbing your face in clothes to get a whiff of me."  His hand gripped
my neck tightly.  "You're welcome."

I blew him every single day, sometimes twice a day, for an entire week.
Sure enough, as he had specified, I had become his cocksucker.  We had
barely spoken the entire week, no shared meals, mostly just him demanding
blow jobs and me providing them.

I learned quickly what he liked.  Variety when I was in control sucking
him, him fucking my face at his desired pace and depth, me licking his
balls.  Mostly him fucking my face.  He had clearly established his
preferred way to cum: dick pushed as far in as possible, held steady, cum
deposited directly into throat.  Held there until balls are fully emptied,
and then withdrawn in one single motion, blow job over.

All of which was perfectly fine with me.  I completely love getting my face
fucked.  And while I would have liked to get some of that cum on my tongue
or, even better, all over my face, I could hardly argue with him
ejaculating the way he most wanted to.  Every time he pushed me all the way
down and held my head tight against him until he was finishing depositing
his cum in my stomach, I got the hardest erection imaginable.

It was just over a week later that the first day came when he didn't make
me suck him off.  I expected the next day to be awoken by his morning wood
smacking my face (which had been my alarm clock twice the previous week),
but nothing happened.  Same thing the day after that.  It was a Thursday.
We both had morning classes only.  We woke up about the same time, got
ready for class, and that was that.

I was distracted through my first two classes, finding myself daydreaming
about Noah, his tight body, and that dick.  Now that I was his regular
cocksucker, three days without getting his dick in my mouth was horrible.
Made it to the last class of the morning thinking that, with any luck, I
might be only an hour or two away from another chance to blow him.  My last
class was Economics.  I scanned the room quickly for my friend Ethan and
grabbed the seat next to him.

"Hey, Derek," he said.  "Check out Red."  He motioned with his neck to a
seat a short distance away.  It was the super hunky guy that we always
drooled over, the one we discussed in front of Noah, which probably was
what led to him springing the underwear trap for me.  Red was wearing a
blue T and gray sweatpants.  From this angle there was a direct view of his
crotch, which looked enticingly bulge-y.  Something about sweatpants on a
fit guy that accentuate the lower body in all the right ways and weaken the
knees.  We called him Red--neither of us knew his name--because he usually
wore a pair of red Nikes.  When I was bored with the econ lecture (which
was most of the time), I imagined myself kneeling in front of him and
kissing those sneakers before working my way up.

"I see you picked your seat very strategically," I whispered.

"Well," said Ethan, "we're not all lucky enough to have that kind of view
back in our dorm room, like some people.  Gotta take it where I can get
it."  Ethan had mentioned more than once how hot he thought Noah was.
Which was just objectively true after all.  He was always far more eager to
hang out in my room if he thought Noah might be there.

"Why don't you ask Red if he needs a new roommate?"

"Ha, ha.  I have a feeling he plays for the other team.  Like the one you
have back in your room.  Noah must get a ton of girls.  Does he bring girls
back to your room?"

I coughed.  "Um, not so much."  I could hardly answer, No, not lately
because he's been blowing his load in my mouth every day.

"I don't know how you live so close to that stud and control yourself.  If
that were me..."

"We're roommates, and he's straight.  So, I just put it out of my mind," I
lied.

"Oh, please.  Don't bullshit me, Derek.  He is way too fucking hot.  He's
on permanent rotation in my spank bank, and there's no way that's not true
for you too."  The class started, and I scowled back at Ethan, who smiled
and laughed at me.

Fifty minutes later, I packed up my backpack, bid Ethan a hasty goodbye,
and tore off for my room.  I had originally planned to go to the library to
study for the afternoon, but I took a chance that Noah might also come back
to the room after his classes and be in the mood to get his dick sucked.

Our suitemates were out, still at class, but sure enough Noah was in our
bedroom, propped up on his bed reading.  I cheerily wished him hello and he
grunted back at me, barely lifting his gaze from his book.  I kind of stood
hovering by his bed a little as I slowly pulled off my backpack, thinking
maybe he would order me between his knees.  But he ignored me.

I sat on my bed.  Noah was wearing a tank top, red Hollister sweats, and
white gym socks.  I got a super nice view of his bicep in profile, holding
up the book propped on his chest, and it looked as amazing as always.  I
belabored the task of going through my book bag so that I could
periodically sneak in a look at him.

I pulled out my phone, threw myself down on my bed.  Maybe he needed to
finish his reading and then would want a blow job.  Thought, for a moment,
about asking him if I could suck his dick, but had a feeling he might not
like that.  I would just have to content myself with the occasional glance
and wait.

Several minutes later, Noah stood and walked over to me, book in hand.  I
looked up at him.

"Bend your knees," he said to me.  I was lying flat on my back.  An odd
request, but I did as instructed.  Noah climbed up on sat on my stomach,
resting his back against my thighs, and spreading his legs on either side
of my torso, so that his feet were resting on my pillow on both sides of my
head.  This gave me a view of his sweatpants bulge, his half-exposed upper
body, and of course that devilishly handsome face.

"Like the view?" he asked.  My eyes widened, and I didn't say anything.
Noah held the book up.  "I need to finish reading this chapter, and it's
distracting when you keep staring at me from across the room.  Should I
just sit here and read it?  Would that be better for you?"

His tone was surprisingly neutral.  I thought for sure he was being
sarcastic, but he didn't sound it.  Which was confusing.  I didn't know how
to answer, so I just shrugged.

"Do you remember, when was it, like a week ago or so?  After you BEGGED me
to be my cocksucker, and I agreed, reluctantly.  I explained to you that
the time had come for you to stop stealing looks at me all the time.  Seems
like that is too difficult for you.  So rather than have you secretly stare
at me from across the room, which I don't fucking like, I'm going to just
sit here and finish this chapter.  Okay?"

I nodded.  I would be extra happy to have Noah sit on me in this position,
with an incredible view of that body, for as long as he liked.  My one
concern is that I would get a hard-on, which would be pressing right into
his lower back and his ass.

"Okay, then," Noah said.  He pulled back and bent his legs, dropping his
feet right onto my face.  He pressed them down hard, pushing against my
face with some force.  Each foot covered one side of my face, with my nose
just barely poking up between them.  I couldn't see anything.

"Come on!" I exclaimed, though it came out totally muffled because my mouth
was covered by his feet.

He lifted his right foot and slapped me in the face with it.  "Shut up.  I
told you not to stare at me, and you did it anyway.  You fuck up, this is
what happens."  Noah glared at me, his right foot hovering in the air above
my head, his left still tightly pressed against my face.  He brought his
foot back down again, completely obscuring my view.  "So, here, you can
stare at me while I study.  You can look at the bottom of my feet, you
stupid bitch." I heard the sound of pages rustling.  "Do not bother me, do
not try to say anything again.  I need to finish this chapter.  Don't
worry, I only have about fifty pages left," he said and laughed.

This was my first contact with Noah's feet.  He was wearing clean socks,
the ones he had put on that morning.  As his feet descended on my face, I
quickly saw the bottoms of them, which were mostly all white.  The scent of
his feet was unmistakable, with my nose squashed in between the sides of
his feet.  Not strong at all, just a faint smell, which I found not too
unpleasant.  It was actually a little hard to breathe because my mouth was
almost entirely covered, and it took me a minute or two to establish
regular breathing.  I couldn't see anything, just a few tiny spots of light
in the corners or my eyes around where the edges of his feet didn't fully
connect with my face.  But I couldn't see any part of his body.  As he knew
I wouldn't.

In all of my past experiences with guys, I'd never done anything with feet.
But I had thought about it, sometimes a lot.  And my favorite fantasy
involved a guy wearing gym socks rubbing them on my face.  So, despite the
fact that Noah thought he was punishing me, the fact that his sock-covered
feet were planted on my face made me quite excited.  He wasn't rubbing them
around as I would have liked--they were basically just resting there as if
they were on the floor and not on an actual person's actual face.  But the
feeling of them, and his body on mine, was enough to get me aroused.  My
dick got hard, stuffed in my jeans, pointing towards the ceiling in the
path of my upraised, bent legs.  Noah's back was resting against those
legs, and as my dick got hard and made me desperate to touch it, it took
all the fortitude I possessed not to press my erection into his back.  It
was truly torture.

I assumed that he would do this for a few minutes, then get off me once
he'd made his point, return to his bed and finish reading.  But I was
wrong.  He sat there and read the entire chapter.  Maybe it took an hour?
Maybe longer.  I don't know, I couldn't see anything.  Couldn't say
anything.  The only sense that was working was smell.  From time to time he
would shift his position to get more comfortable, which had the effect of
sometimes pressing against my erection which I hoped he couldn't detect
against his back.  Each time he moved, he tended to press his feet harder
into my face.  I don't know if really made him more comfortable, probably
he just did it to fuck with me.  A few times he lifted a leg to cross it
over the other, leaving that foot dangling in midair.  With the one still
on my face he pressed my face down hard to the side, until one side of my
face was touching the pillow, so that he could pretty much fully cover the
other side with the one foot.  That was a little uncomfortable, though I
was able to see a little on one side, but the view consisted of just the
wall next to my bed.  The only other thing I could see was the bottom of
his one foot.  As designed.  After a few minutes in this position he would
resume covering my face with both feet.

After an hour, or who knows how long, he lifted his feet from my face, up
in the air and then down on either side of my head.  Snapped his book
closed with a dramatic flourish.  "Finished!" he shouted triumphantly.
Slid his body off mine and stood, accidentally (?) kicking me in the face
as he got off.

I could still smell his feet, though they were now across the room, on his
bed.  He had imprinted them on my face.  I felt a little dizzy as I sat up,
dumbfounded that I had laid there for so long under his sock-covered feet.
My hard-on had dissipated quite a while ago, and I felt sore and numb from
his weight.

"By the way," Noah said as he grabbed his phone.  "Don't think I didn't
notice that your fucking dick got hard when I was using your face as a
footrest.  Man.  Don't even know what to say about that little
development."

I sat there for a few minutes, gathering my thoughts while he fiddled with
his phone.  "Noah," I said.

"Yeah?"

"Can I just...can I just say..."  Somehow ever since things had changed
between us I found myself unable to put my thoughts into words with him.

"What?"

"Just let me explain.  You know, my side of the situation."

Noah shot me a look.  He dropped his phone on the bed beside him, sat up
and swiveled around to face me.  "All right.  Go ahead."  There was a
challenge in his voice.

"It's just," I sighed.  I didn't even really know what I wanted to say.  "I
know it's not cool that I sometimes stare at you.  I understand if that
makes you uncomfortable.  God knows that's the last thing I want to do.
It's just that, you really have the most amazing body.  It's impossible not
to.  I try not to, honestly.  And since I started, you know," my voice
dropped a little, became wobbly, "blowing you, it's even harder now.
Sometimes it feels like all I can think about is sucking your dick.  So
when I see you, it just, I don't know, gets me going.  And you haven't
wanted a blow job in, like, three days, so, I'm even more, I don't know," I
trailed off.

He looked at me intently, waited for me to finish.

"So I'll try not to check you out.  But, I mean, you're getting what you
want, right?  Is it so terrible for me to look at you?  It's your own fault
you're so damn sexy," I said, and laughed feebly.

He did not join in.  Nodded once or twice.  "Okay, I understand.  And
you'll recall, you were checking me out for two months and I never said
anything.  Was perfectly content to let you do that.  Do you remember
that?"  I nodded.  "And then what happened?"

"Um, you mean, I sucked you off--"

"No," he said sharply.  "That is not what I mean.  You agreed to be my
bitch.  Do you remember that?"

"Yes," I said quietly.

"And when you're my bitch, things are different."  He sighed.  "Okay, so,
you told me what you think.  Do you want to know what I think?"

"Yes"

Noah stood, took two steps towards me.  He pointed at the floor in front of
him.  "Knees.  There."  I slid off my bed onto the floor, moved over to him
on my knees.  "I will explain my position."  He pulled his sweatpants and
underwear down, and then took his soft dick in his right hand.  Started to
jerk it.  I moved my face towards his crotch, and he held out his other
hand to indicate "stop."  I stopped, my face about six inches from his
cock, which was starting to grow.  I looked up at him.  In a minute or so
his dick was fully hard.  I again moved in to take it in my mouth.  "No,"
he said.  "Don't move."  Then he stepped slightly towards me, so that his
dick was almost touching my face, an inch away from my lips.  "Like the
view?"  he said.  "Oh, wait," he said and then suddenly pulled off his
shirt, exposing that incredible chest I could never get enough of.

I may have let out a small whimper.  He looked glorious, that big dick in
his hand, and that muscular torso up above me.  He smiled down at me, again
placed his dick about an inch from my lips.  I could smell him.

"Close your eyes," he said.

I screwed up my face and looked up him.

"Close your eyes," he repeated, sternly.  "And don't move an inch."

I closed my eyes and waited.  I could hear him jerking his cock.  I could,
faintly, smell the musk of his crotch.  I could tell that his penis was
still just an inch away from my face.  But I could see nothing.

He jerked his cock.  I knelt in darkness.  Waited.  Listened to the sound
of his hand jerking his dick.  It seemed to last forever.  Finally he said,
"Open your mouth!" and I opened wide.  His stiff dick pushed itself in,
hard and fast.  His hands went to the back of my head, as he thrust his
cock forcefully all the way into my mouth just as it started to spew.  He
spasmed in my mouth, me coughing and gagging a little, unprepared.  After a
few seconds he was done pouring his load into my throat, and after one
final push of my head down for good measure, he withdrew his cock.

I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"Got it now, bitch?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, hoarsely.

 "Good," he said, rapping his dick against my face a few times before
turning away.


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