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... nostrils filled my with his odor. He wasn't moving, but still I could feel movement inside my mouth. That thing was still growing. "That's it." He must have done this before. This must have been a very familiar feeling for him, because he seemed so cool, so unhurried about what he was doing to me. He began to move his body very slowly; I could feel the slide along my tongue, and the pulling and pushing on my lips. "Shit, that feels so nice." With each pull I took a breath, and with each push back inside I stretched my mouth wide open. "That's it, keep your lips on it while I slide." I could see his balls shake as he pulled away. He had big, heavy balls, and the skin that held them was rippled with little bumps. I knew from my own body that these bumps came from that shiver inside, the shudder that rises inside when you're about ready to blow yourself off. But like I said, he was in no hurry. His movements stopped with one long pull outside my mouth. "Damn, you gonna be OK at this." His thing was fully outside me now, about an inch from my mouth. "Open up real wide, now motherfucker." I did as I was told. "Now stick your tongue out." He put his hand around his balls, and used his thumb and forefinger to move the head of his cock all around my tongue. "Look up at me." And I did. I looked up along his body, up along the corded, anchor chain bends of his belly to his chest. Up along the hard, proud ridges of his shoulders. He looked down at me. His eyes were like suns. "We ...

... gonna do this lotsa times." He kept moving that thing on my tongue. I could see the almost imperceptible movements in his eyes, the tiny jump between my eyes and the place on my tongue where he touched me with his meat. "Yeah, we gonna do this a lot. Gonna make you my own little cocksucker." He started slapping my tongue with that thing. I kept looking up at him, hearing the soft, wet sounds of each slap. "That's it, keep that tongue way out there. Yeah, that's it - you like this, motherfucker." He was grinning, and his eyes blazed. "See - I ain't holdin' you. You like this shit." And he wasn't holding me. He had taken his hands away a few moments before. There I was, straining to keep my tongue way out. I realized that I had my hands on his ass, feeling the round, full cheeks and the tiny hairs on them with my fingertips. "Yeah, you a little faggot." He started rubbing the head of his thing on the outer surface of my lips. "Get ready, motherfucker. Gonna shoot my jizz right on your ugly white face." I knew it was coming. He started rubbing himself, snarling with pleasure as he pulled his hand all along that cock of his. He was so strong! So alive! So proud of the power he had in those big black balls of his. Yes, I knew Kyle would unload any minute; the stuff would flood out of him and spatter all over my face. He would mark my soul with that stuff the way an animal marks newly won territory. His strength and his hardness had broken me completely. But it was not the break of ...