I Finally Got The Courage (Ch 2) - Sex Stories

I Finally Got The Courage (Ch 2)

... The biker watched me, then turned and walked another five yards or so, rounding a slight curve. By the time I caught up with him, he had already unzipped and pulled out his junk.

I was taken aback. I had cruised the ramp area, fully expecting to be sucked.

Before I could reverse my course, the biker placed his ham-sized left hand on my right shoulder and applied downward pressure. He uttered in a gravelly voice, “Down on your knees, cock sucker. I’ve got what you want.”

I obeyed his command and dropped to the muddy ground. I had never had another man’s meat in my mouth; but I wanted, no I needed to not only suck his cock, but taste his hot load.

The biker put his left hand behind my head and pulled my face toward his cock. I smelled the man scent of his sweaty balls and crotch.

He fisted an uncircumcised rod that was at least eight inches in length. Despite his huge hands, he could barely circle its veiny girth.

He painted my face with precum, then stopped with the head just in front of my lips. Without instruction or further pressure on my head, I opened my mouth and leaned forward. I sucked in his velvety plum.

I began bobbing my head. My lips were stretched open. Saliva escaped my mouth and drooled down my chin. With each forward movement, more and more of his massive sausage ...

... entered my mouth.

He began to buck his pelvis forward while still holding pressure on my head, essentially face fucking me. I began to gag and involuntarily my eyes began to tear. Just when I thought I was going die on a muddy woodland trail, his cock head slipped into my throat.

I can’t say the sensation of a massive snake down my throat was comfortable, but at least I wasn’t gagging.

The biker released his cock and added his right hand to the left at the back of my head. I reached up and fisted his weapon, one hand above the other like a grip on a Louisville Slugger.

I began increasing the pace of my head bobbing and began frantically jacking his piston. I felt him tense and his body slowly lean backward. He seemed to be holding his breath.

Without warning he bucked forward and exclaimed, “Oh, fuck. I’m cumming.”

I felt him blow his load into the back of my mouth. To keep from drowning in his prodigious spew, I swallowed two, three, maybe four times. I squeezed his man teat and milked the last of his jizz onto my tongue and lips. As his cock flopped out of my mouth, I smelled that telltale musty-bleachy scent of fresh cum.

Like most men, he was the love ‘em and leave ‘em sort. He stuffed his junk back into his 501s and said upon leaving, “Thanks. You really know how to suck cock.”