This was once, and only once. Impossible. Blowjob sex A faggot’s cock. He was not helping me, or forcing me, or doing anything to me. The skinny punk with the barb wire tattoos on his arms, the thin flexing biceps, and the pale sickly skin was above me. Granted, the teenager’s skinny body was pathetic, but that skinny, pale body only highlighted his manly gift. I could appreciate impressive maleness. So what if I envied his meat? No way would either of those things happen. Worshiping at his altar. “Now, cocksucker……time to swallow.”
Cocksucker? I sucked away, bobbing my head over his cockhead, taking only inches of his meaty shaft. I tasted a hint of pre-cum. This was no longer a ninety-eight pound, pale, lisping, weakling standing above me. I felt my face and mouth and tongue begin to tire, I had no idea I had been sucking him for fifteen long minutes.
