"Getting hot in here," says Lonnie, drawing away. "Mind if I lose the shirt?"
He strips away the tight tee before the question even registers with me. If I cared, I'd notice that his torso is cut like chiseled marble, waxed and smooth like polished stone. As it is, I cannot get over the massive bulge in Lonnie's shorts and the realization that I am aroused... (Excerpt from Massage Therapy)
With my head craned back over the edge of the table, I have a straight on view of Lonnie's crotch as he works away at my upper chest and shoulders with powerful, well oiled hands.
"You like the way that feels?" he asks, moving to the side of the table. The sound of his velvet smooth voice draws my attention and I turn my eyes to meet his.
Lonnie stops and stares back at me. He's waiting for my answer.
"Yessssssssssssssss," I whisper as he takes the thin sheet that covers me from the waist down and folds it back to my knees, exposing my stiffening dick.
Embarrassed, flushing red heat fills my cheeks and then spreads through my body like a slow creeping fire. My modest cock stiffens with the sudden rush of hot blood, pulsing and throbbing with every beat of my heart.
"I see...," he says, wrapping his slippery hand around my cock. "How about this?" he asks, 'squoozing' my rock-hard boner. "Do you like this?"
"Oh god..." I gasp. "I... ah... ohhhh..." I sputter.
Already the onrush of orgasm wells up from within my belly. I stare into Lonnie's dark eyes, desperately trying to keep from shooting off in his hand.
Try as I might, my efforts prove futile.
"ooooohhhhhHHMMYYYYYYYYYYYGOD!" I cry as my cock sprays a tremendous load of cum, leaving warm puddles of pearly white cream splattered across my belly and chest.
Simultaneously exhausted, deeply ashamed and burning with runaway lust, I pant and gasp to catch my breath while Lonnie expertly milks the last of my cum from my dick.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm......" he purrs as he brings his jizz-dripping fingers to my mouth. His icy eyes stare into mine.
I've never tasted boy cum before, not even my own, but I know I cannot resist this invitation. I part my lips and one by one, Lonnie slips his dripping digits into my mouth.
"That's right, Charley," he whispers. "Clean that cum off my fingers." He need not prompt me for as I suck each finger dry I am amazed to find that my cum doesn't taste the least bit bad. In fact, it tastes really good. It tastes... it tastes like me. I can't explain it any other way. I work his fingers over with lips and tongue until Lonnie pulls them away from my mouth.
He backs away from the table, turns his back and without a word sheds his shorts. Then he turns again to face me.
"...oh...my...gawwwwwd..." I gasp. His cock is ENORMOUS - swinging low between his thighs. Not yet fully erect, it looks to be 8 or 9 inches long and round as a Red Bull can!
I can't take my eyes off his horse-sized cock. It is my singular focus.
And as I stare, preoccupied with Lonnie's inhuman dick, he steps up to the side of the table and in one smooth display of athleticism, mounts the table, landing astride my chest.
THWAPPPPP - his heavy shaft slaps down hard across my cheek as he perfectly sticks the landing. Kneeling over me, Lonnie takes hold of his cock and waves it over my face. Speechless, I watch as it swells and grows, bigger and bigger - filling out and stretching longer and longer till it extends the full distance from the base of my neck to beyond my hairline!
He looks down into my eyes and smiles. "Are you ready, Charley?" he asks, rubbing his hot dick all over my face. "Are you ready for this big cock?...."
"pppllleeaasseeee..." I whimper.
"Please, what?" Lonnie teases, inching back till the swollen tip rests on my lips. My mouth and tongue work frantically trying to suck him into my mouth. But Lonnie keeps his big cock just out of my reach. "Please, what?" he repeats.
"Please... Lonnie... give it to me..." I plead.
"You want this? Then say it," he says flatly. "You have to ask me real nice. Say, 'Please let me suck your big cock'. Say I like you mean it."
I form the words in my head and let them fly. "Lonnie, please. Please let me suck your big cock. Please???"
He looks down at me as I speak, reveling in my total submission. At first, I am sure he is going to make me say it again. But then, after a still moment or two, he slowly lowers his knob again to my lips.
"Here you go, Charley. Open up..."
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