Jason Hunts Me Down Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Jason Hunts Me Down Pt. 01

... smelled like a cocksucker?

But I dit it. I licked and swallowed my whole load of cum, just as ordered by Jason.

"I did it, Jason. I ate all of my cum."

"Nice! Send me a selfie now!"

And so I did, realizing that he was only making his little collection of pics of me larger.

"Now go back to your hot date with chickie, J. And don't ever ignore my messages again. I have a feeling that you will soon be saying adios to pussy. Forever. You're a faggot, J. Call me when you get home."

I cleaned up, and tried to clean my breath the best I could (I might have used hand soap, but I will never admit it).

When I got back to our table, Julie was still smiling. She kissed me on the cheek. And we went back to listening to the band. I wanted to enjoy myself as much as possible. I loved being in her presence. But I couldn't stop thinking about what I did. And for some reason, I had the feeling that all the guys were now looking at me. Like they knew that I had just ate a load of my own sperm. In reality, they didn't. Except maybe for that one guy who came in while I was jerking off. But I couldn't tell who he was or where he was.

Our date ended at around midnight. I kissed Julie goodbye, and couldn't stop wondering if she tasted my cum when we kissed. We then headed our separate ways.

While walking, I took a quick look at my phone. I noticed a voice message from Jason. I opened it, and heard our entire conversation. He recorded our discussion. I could hear my breathing. I relived every second of our little bathroom episode.

At that exact moment, I realized that Jason had succeeded.

He was a lion.

I was his prey.

And he had caught me.