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Mr. Man
Date: 9/12/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Haurihan, Source: LushStories
... broadcast throughout the room. The film had faded into white noise as my dick ached, the blood feeling like it was going to burst through the veins running the length of my shaft. Mr. Man worked me faster and faster, not rushing, but rather reading my rhythms. He didn't have to ask if I wanted to cum, which is something I've always appreciated in an oral servicer: don't ask, just know. He reached his mammoth hands around my ass and spread my cheeks apart, letting his fingers crawl down to my anus, letting the tips tickle me for that added rush as I felt the orgasm rising up through my toes, past my knees, up my back and into my neck as my face got hotter and hotter and my head got light. In a flash of white, my sight went blank and the eruption from my balls shot into his welcoming mouth with one, two, three, four, five...pause...six, seven hot thick spurts into his mouth, the milky cream starting to seep out of his lips and down his chin, his ecstatic moans and grunts falling over one another as my senses came back and my bones turned to dough. Mr. Man pulled his mouth off of me, my still throbbing chub tumbling out of his maw and plopping down against my sack with a charming little ...
... 'thud.' I collapsed into the chair and caught my breath while Mr. Man stood up and rewrapped his bathrobe. “My my my my my my MY !” His lips transformed into that million dollar smile he just loved to plaster onto his face. “That was some fireworks! ” I was proud to see him so satisfied. It made me feel good. Very good. After a few minutes, it seemed time to get dressed and be on my way. “This was...really fuckin' good, Mr. Man.” He nodded and gave me a big meteoric handshake with a hard pat on the back. “I'll be seein' ya.” I nodded and opened the door to walk on back down that long corridor. When I got to the elevator, I hit the button, and in an instant, the doors opened, and who was there but Ms. Rachel herself. “Well hello!” she said, this time with what struck me as genuine cheer. “How was your visit?” I didn't quite know what to say. Luckily, she read this and gave me a comforting little half-embrace. “Don''t worry. Mr. Man is a very important guest, and form the looks of it, everything went fantastic.” She flashed a smile that might just rival Mr. Man's in pure volume, and I smiled back. The ride down was yet another silence, but this one didn't have a moment of awkwardness.