Please! I'll Suck Your Cock! Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Please! I'll Suck Your Cock! Ch. 02

... could hear him chuckle on the other end. "Now means now. You know the deal. I'm in my apartment drinking my coffee. If I'm done before you get up here, I'm letting the landlord know about your delinquency."

"Okay Mr. Carver, I'm on my way."

I leapt out of bed, threw on my shorts with no underwear, a tee shirt and sandals and headed out the door and across the quad to Mr. Carver's building. I sprinted up the three flights of stairs and jogged down to B-31.

He could hear me outside his door before I had a chance to knock.

"Come on in, cocksucker. I've got a little 'breakfast' for you."

I hoped again that no one was around to hear what he had just said. I opened the door, stepped inside, closed it behind me, and started to strip.

Mr. Carver was sitting at the small table in his kitchen. I placed all my clothes near the door so I was completely nude again, got down on all fours, and crawled over to him He scooted his chair back from the table to make room for me at his feet and spread his legs.

"There you go cocksucker, get to work. You can keep the pants on. Just fish out my cock and start sucking."

I reached up and unzipped him, fumbled with the opening of his boxer briefs, and gently withdrew his cock, which was still soft, but I could see it starting to engorge.

I put it in my mouth, my head hovering above Mr. Carver's groin while I knelt at his feet.

Mr. Carver was busy reading his newspaper and sipping his morning coffee.

"Make this one fast ...

... cocksucker, I have to get down to the office."

"Yes Sir," I replied simply, and got to work sucking that big dick until it was fully engorged and sticking almost straight up from his trousers.

I focused on slowly getting it into my throat the way he liked, working the pole. I started swallowing once his cockhead was in my throat and the motion of my esophagus gave him added pleasure. My salivary glands went into overdrive, giving me more lubrication to ease the cock down my gullet.

"That's it boy, work that cock. I should have a nice load for you in a minute."

I bobbed my head up and down his meat pole, working the eight inches into my gullet like he had taught me. I was getting better at relaxing my throat. I still gagged a little as the big purple helmet pushed into the entrance to my throat, but Mr. Carver seemed to like hearing my gagging sounds and he encouraged me to keep moving my head up and down on his big black cock.

My efforts were rewarded after about five minutes when I felt his cock tense up and the first globs of semen shot out the piss hole. This was not the cannon fire cumload I had experienced the night before. This was more of a soft spurting of warm jizz oozing out his cock and into my mouth. I kept the dick in my mouth until he had deposited all his seed, then slowly pulled my head off his cock. I don't know why, but I held the jizz in my mouth and looked up at him for approval.

"Why don't you show it to me this time, boy? Let's see all ...