I pulled off to let him push things back, before we went back at it. At that moment, his cock was even more beautiful…and I wanted to feel his pleasure running down my throat.
I felt his head nudge my throat, as he pumped his dick back through my lips. I felt his body shudder, as he threw his head back into the headrest, moaning. “There…there it is, again…fuckkkk…yeahhhh…fuck yeah!”
He wasn’t thrusting hard…just slow and steady, but still trying hold it off. He spread his legs wider, and braced himself against the seat, like we were hitting turbulence.
Holding him tight in my lips, I worked my tongue all over his cock, till he finally surrendered. When he grunted, and started thrusting faster, I knew I was getting my reward.
“Yeah…yeah…yeah…ohhhh dude…fuckkkkk…fuccckkkkk…yer good!”
He roared with wild, powerful short thrusts, barely avoiding my gag reflex, “Ohhhh…ohhhh…ohhhh….fuckkkkk…fuckkkkkkkkkkkk!”
I felt his cock thicken as his body shuddered, pouring cum into my mouth with a big rope. Again, the shaft pulsed, and Marty roared with a big, manly grunt, giving me another.
I quickly swallowed, as he pulsed and gave me another. I swallowed again but kept a little on my tongue. Savoring the taste and inhaling that incredible musky aroma, I took a deep breath to pull air through my mouth, swirling the cum with my tongue.
Marty was breathing heavy, and enjoying the last pleasured shudders of orgasm, “Ohhhh…Robbbbb…fuck that was good…fuckkkkkkkk!”
Then I remember him saying, “Suck it all out…suck me dry…but keep it in…I wanna feel it in yer mouth.”
I lingered, sucking the tip of his cock, before finally pulling off and seeing his big grin. “Bring it up here and give me some.”
He helped me up to where we were almost lip to lip, and he traced my lips with his tongue. I moaned, as he pressed his lips into mine, driving his tongue into my mouth, and kissing me.
His tongue probed and played with mine, overwhelming our senses with the taste and smell of his release. After that, we both sat back, breathing heavy, “Damn…that was hot as fuck…I thought I was the king of road head…but you are amazing!”
I nodded and smirked, “Glad to be of service…and we can both be kings of road head…sounds like a skill for our resumes.” I laughed, “It’s resume-building, dude…resume-building!”
He laughed, “Yeah, we could write a fucking book!” (That statement is what brought me to write this piece. I know it’s not a book, but I do think it has book potential.)
Then he grinned, “Hey, I got two more for the book…remember the time you were driving me to the tire place…and that time you picked me up at the airport…I remember I inhaled your cock…and you parked in the short-term lot.”
“Yeah, I remember both those…but one of my favorites, of all time, is when you begged me in your parent’s driveway…you begged me to lean you over the car and fuck you on the hood!”
He laughed shaking his head, “Don’t know how I forgot that one…dude, there’s too many…we need to write that book.
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A Memory: Again, I had another rush of memories overwhelming my thoughts. This was the time I was giving him a ride to the tire place. He got in the car, leaned over the console, and started loosening my belt to open my pants. I pushed his face into my crotch, running my fingers through his hair, “Oh yeah…fuck…fuck, that’s good…yeah…yeah…yeah, that’s good!”
He said he’d been thinking about me all day, and I remember him saying something like, “I want that big dick…I gotta suck it…lift your butt and help me get these down.”
I jerked the shorts and underwear down, it stood proud, and bobbing, inches from his nose. From the look on his face, it was exactly what he had in mind…there was nothing better than a big, hard cock. He was glowing, when he took it in his hands, and looked up, “You know you like it, too.”
“Yeah…yeah, I love it…keep it up…just keep it up.” While I slowed to stop, at a light, he licked and sucked the shaft…fortunately, it was a long light. I groaned, as his pursed lips worked up and down the shaft, “Oh god…mmmm…fuck Marty…Marty, you love that cock, don’t you?”
He made eye contact, as his mouth enveloped it again, “Fuck…fuck, that’s incredible…you’re so fucking good at that!”
The car gently rocked, as we pulled onto the interstate. He savored every throbbing inch, leaving nothing untouched…or unsatisfied. I set the cruise and dug my hand into the back of his head.
He didn’t need encouragement, but the nudge turned him on. He moaned around the flesh, “Hmmm…mmmm, and it vibrated through my whole body.”
I groaned, “Oh fuck…yeah…yeah…yeah Marty,” as he swirled his tongue and took it deeper. He bobbed his head up and down, stroking it with his lips. Spit started to trickle from his lips and down the shaft.
I started to roll my hips, pumping gently into his mouth, “Fuck, don’t…stop…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…feels…so…feels so good!”
“God damn, Marty…you love sucking cock…sucking that cock?”
He kept it in his mouth, and responded, “Mmmm mmmm.”
“You love making my dick feel good, don’t you?”
He answered with a nod, “Mmmm…mmmm,” before letting the head pop from his lips. Swirling his tongue over the shaft, and around the head, he covered every inch, again, going from the base to the tip. Taking it back through his lips, he wrapped them tightly around the swollen head, before letting it pop free, again, “Yeah, I love it, but I think we need to go to your place after we pick up the car.”
“Oh yeah…definitely…we definitely need to head to my place.”
He smiled and took it back into his mouth, teasing his gag reflex. I could see the garage ahead, but I wasn’t ready for him to stop…and he definitely wasn’t. Pulling off into an empty parking lot, I was determined to finish in his mouth. It was a bank that closed earlier, but it didn’t much matter…it was deserted, and I was all about getting road head from my boyfriend.
His soft groans and humming sent vibrations through every inch of the hard, swollen flesh, and he knew I wasn’t far off. Picking up the pace, stroking the base and pounding his throat, he went faster with his hand, and matched it with his mouth.
My breathing grew labored, and the moans got louder, “Marty…Marty…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh yeah…yeah…take it…take that cock…ahhhh…take my cock…make…make me cum…make me cum!”
I’m sure he felt the ecstasy swelling between his lips, and my fingers digging into his scalp. Groaning louder, “Ahhhh…ahhhh…ahhhh…yeah…yeah, I’m gonna…gonna…gonna cum…cumming…cumming…yeah cumming!”
He kept stroking and clamped his lips tighter, as my whole body shuddered, flooding his tongue with warmth. Pulse after pulse sprayed over his tongue and he started swallowing. I gripped tight, keeping him impaled and sucking, till I was done.
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