“You gon’ have to fuck me,” I whined.
“Nah, I’mma make you nut, rookie. You gon’ give me some of that man syrup today,” he said to me.
He stopped licking me to return to sucking, as I never felt my dick as hard as it was at this particular moment. Davis, the masculine pro football prospect that received panties in the mail, was the cockslut at this moment in holding my dick at the base in his right hand, while bobbing his head back and forth on it. I for sure wanted him to invade me again, but at this time, he was pleasuring me in such a way no one else had ever done. Davis reminded me of how he could easily turn me out, both mentally and physically, as I might’ve told him earlier I didn’t want to get nasty, but his presence would nullify that idea every time.
“Broooooo, you gon’ make me cum,” I wailed.
“Cum den,” he said, still sucking me feverishly. “Gimme dat nut, rookie.”
“Davis! Oh shit, man. Davisssssssssss, ewwwwwwwwwww, please Davisssssssssssssssss,” I screamed.
My body felt like it was caving in as the climax happened, with squirt after squirt of my cum shooting in his face. He tried catching it with his mouth, but I shot like a water hose and it landed throughout his face. He licked some of it up, then tried to feed some to me.
“Hell no, I ain’t eating no cum,” I said, as we both chuckled.
“Fucking with me, one day you will,” he said. “Let get us some towels.”
I remained there, head shaking from what just happened yet again. Davis really had me on a string, a string he could pull whenever he felt like it. He truly was the upperclassman, not just on the field or in school, but in the bedroom, as he truly had me on his pull.
We’d continue to smoke, and I’d end up spending the night, and returning the favor a few hours later.