“You’re not allowed to clean your ass until you’re back home. I want you to feel my cum stiffen on your skin. I want you to remember me when you get passed around the college dormitory like the slut you are.”
I agree with a nod. He smiles again and push my legs out of the way before sitting down.
“Now get dressed and fuck off my house, sonny. I don’t have any more use for you.”
Obedient till the end, I pull my pants back up and grab my things quickly and in silence. I completely forgot about the laundry by now. I don’t even remember to hand him the bill. I’m on my way out when the old man call me back.
Dick hard, ass sticky, I run back to him like a well trained dog. A part of me is hoping for a second round but I know that’s not happening in this life time. The old man grabs his still swollen dick and pull his foreskin back. A gleaming pearl of white milk appears. He gathers it on the tip of his finger and presents it to me.
“As a parting gift.” he says with a grin.
I spot the malicious glint in his eyes and know: that’s no parting gift at all, it’s a way to claim me before sending me off. The old man wants one last proof of his dominion over me. Keeping eye contact, I take all his finger in my mouth and suck it hard and long. I can tell by his expression he understands we both know what this means. I release his finger, lick my lips once last time and without a word, take my leave.
Once at the door however, I take a last look at him. He looks so frail, sitting on the couch like that, naked as a worm, his thin chest heaving up and down slowly as he’s catching his breath back. It’s hard to believe the same man was dominating me only five minutes ago… I mentally save the picture in my mind and close the door behind me.
As I walk away, I can feel his sticky cum in between my crack. I realise this may very well be the last time he cums in this lifetime. This makes me feel strangely proud but also sad. I start going down the stairs, the sticky feeling becomes even stronger. I can feel my erection coming back, struggling against my tight shorts.
Maybe I’ll come say hi during the holidays, just to check up on him.