This Can’t Be Happening Ch. 23

Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Precum was spewing from my cock. I was grinding my hole against his cock now.

My mind was lost. The next thing I remember was him on his knees astride my face with my tongue in his anus as he coaxed me to get in deeper. The smell of chlorine from the pool filled my nostrils as he ground down.

He moved and pushed his cock in my mouth and began to fuck it as he leant forwards over me. I could feel his panting breath washing over my cock. His hands gripped my hips.

I knew him now. I recognised the signs that he was about to cum. I couldn’t hold back and started to cum as he shot his spunk into my throat. I could feel my own cum splattering my chin and his cock, my chest and stomach. I had the strange sensation of tasting my own cum on his cock as he unloaded into my mouth.

Eventually he pulled out. Instinctively I used my mouth to clean him. Wanting him to see what a cumloving slut I could be.

“Jesus Dave,” he said quietly, as I looked up at him. I enjoyed seeing the look of shock in his eyes.

I left him there as I quietly sneaked out of the room, hoping my mother was asleep, to clean myself in the bathroom.

I returned and got into bed. I drifted off to sleep quickly, but not before I heard him whisper that he wanted his cock in my mouth in the morning.

I hope you have enjoyed reading this chapter……

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