The time when I had almost unlimited time to play was coming to and end. I was working really hard to make sure I maxxed out my playtime. Going into the last week I managed to make a date with my str8 boi.
New G and e insured it would be a hot time. We were also working on a role play. I got totally turned on when I found out he had once worked in “Boystown” and could imagine driving thru town and seein’ him standing on the corner. Fresh outta high school I was betting, tight swimmers body, smooth and muscled; those fresh str8 boi nipples.
When he suggested a hustler/businessman role play I jumped at it.
He arrived just after noon … flannel shirt open, cargo pants low on his hips. I had taken G, 30 minutes earlier so I was ready to get down and worship that hot hustler. He played it out just right. The dollars on the mantel piece; comments about the nice place, and then finally comments about a successful older business man pickin’ up street hustlers and payin’ them so he could worship their hot bodies and WORSHIP it I would.
I was on him in the hallway, running my hands over that perfect chest, feeling those hard nipples under his work flannel shirt. His pants rode so low on his hips, I could see his pubes. With a slight tug on the waistband I could see the root of his dick, already getting hard. There was no doubt that my mouth and hands roaming all over his body were havin the effect I wanted. I like pickin’ up a hustler who gets off on the worship; who knows what he has to offer and gets hi not only on my faggot fucked up attention to his body but whose head gets into it as well. Sure he thought this was just gonna be a blowjob. That’s what he’s used to, I guess. I could tell that he was ready for more.
When he saw the hunger in my eyes, he felt he needed to remind me what was gonna go down. I wondered if he was reminding me or re-assuring himself.
He headed over to couch, turned and looked at me. There it was, that same stance, the same cocky look, the same “you want some o’ dis” attitude that had captured my attention on Seymour St. I stood staring at him for a while, feeling that hunger building in me. When I finally was down on my knees between his legs, I wanted to tease myself even more. I opened his shirt to reveal those perfect nipples. They were beggin for attention. Not the attention a chick would give them or even most gay guys. No, those nipples require total str8 boi worshipin faggot lovin’; slow lickin, suckin, nibbling that only a faggot who can appreciate boi nips can provide. I was gonna have this boi rockin. He was thinkin’ a quick in and out; hour at the max. I was gonna make sure I got my fill, got my money’s worth.
It wasn’t long before he was down on the black leather couch with his legs spread. His shirt barely covered his torso. He was wearing a nasty piss stained jock, smelling of pussy just in case I was tempted to think he might be one of those gay boys posing as a str8 stud.
I’ve hung around str8 dudes all my life; wanted them all my life. I could tell the difference. This one was gonna be the real deal. What made it better thought was that he appreciated a faggot who knew how to worship his body; knew what this str8 boi had to offer. I let him know when I first started suckin and chewin on his meat through his jock that I knew he was the genuine article and also let him know how grateful I was to have him all to myself for the next hour or so.
There was a full length mirror set up across from him so he could see what was happening anytime he cared to check it out. When I’d get down low so he could look over me, I’d see him checkin out what he could see in the mirror. He would see that hot tight jock body kicked back. My broad shoulders down between his thighs, my head bobbing up and down slowly on his cock and my big arms reaching up over his body gently playin’ with his nipples. I knew he was thinkin about how much power he had in that hot str8 body and hard cock, that successful business man would pay for the privilege of submitting to his dick.
Time was passing and he was kicked back. I fed him some more drugs so that I knew he wasn’t goin anywhere. For the last two hours I hade been clearly in worship mode, thinking about nothing else but how fuckin beautiful is body is, how responsive to my mouth and hands he was, how easily he’ll let himself be worshipped. I watched him look down at me lettin my mouth work him over. Then he said, “Faggot lick my hole!”
Every faggot worships that sweet cherry butthole; the real prize when you play with a str8 dude; that private and inaccessible spot that they NEVER give up. That was my cue to move from worship to user and abuser of str8 jocks.
Fucked up like he was, he wouldn’t be able to stop me from pushin the limits … ALL of them. I planned to milk him, and milk him dry. I had one thought and that was get as much jock juice outta this one as I could. I milk him with my mouth and when I’d had enough of that I’d milk him from the inside. Now I knew that he was givin up his tight hole to me, I milk him from the inside.
I knew that workin his dick with my mouth while I massaged his swollen prostate would give me as much precum as I wanted. I wanted all this boy had to offer.
I’d do that for as long as I could stand it and then I would start methodically edging him over and over, building the cum load up in his balls til he was ready to boil over and then at the last minute and then back off. I planned to do that over and over as long as he could take it.
I knew that I could get him so close to the edge that he would let go a drop or two givin me a hint of that sweet boi cum. In the past I wondered how often I could do that. Tonight I planned to find out.
Several hours had passed and my str8 boi was obviously so fucked up he forgotten about the quick blowjob scenario. Now he was close to passing out, his eyes closed and breathing heavily, his cock was still rock hard. I watched and every time he got even slightly soft my greedy faggot mouth with stroke him a few times and he would be hard again. This was truly a str8 boi who valued the kind of worship and attention at faggot was willing to lavish on his body. This was one of those boys who loved pussy but knew that no bitch would ever know how to worship his meat the way it deserves it; no chick he had ever met knew how to work over his nipples like a faggot and not many like this one.
I had only two thoughts, max out this session and make sure that this str8 boi came back for more. So far it was lookin pretty good.
Right then, he kicked it into high gear. He looked down and saw me workin him over.
“What the fuck you doin you lazy fuckin cock sucker? Get busy on my cock. That the best you can do faggot? I know chicks who can give better head than that. Show me how much you want it.”
To be continued …
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