JAKE'S COCKSUCKING WHORE
Part One
He told me to meet him at the sleaziest bar in town.
I saw his ad on the Internet. He wasn't much to look at, unless you like them rough with a mean look, pockmarks and a scar. The pictures showed him in jeans and a shirt, with his cock hanging out, one hand holding the damn thing with this look on his face that said; suck me. Another picture showed him sitting in a chair with a beer can in his hand. His cock and balls hanging over the side the chair glistening with spit from someone who had serviced him.
The ad said he was looking for a sub. Someone who loved to worship dick, get on their fucking knees and beg to suck, lick, and worship a big cock. It looked to be a good eleven inches, maybe more. Beautiful, veiny, big around all the way to the head, it looked like it could choke a horse. I was hoping to be that horse.
There he was, at the end of the bar. A billed capped on his head. Tall, thin with an `I don't give a fuck' attitude. He had a beer in his hand looking at the mirror behind the bar. He was looking at me. When he caught me staring back, he turned, reached down to his jeans and squeezed his cock; I could see the outline of the head below his hand.
I walked over to him and said, "Jake?"
"Yeah, and you? Who the fuck are you?"
"Your cocksucker sir." He told me to say that to him when we talked on the phone. He told me other things and before I hung up, I had jacked off and licked my cum off my hand while begging to suck him off.
"So you like sucking dick? That right cocksucker, you like to suck another man's prick?"
"Yes sir, I do. I want to get down on my knees and smell your crotch. I want to rub my face in your jeans and feel the heat of your groin against my face. I want to lick your jock where your cock and balls are, feel them with my tongue."
He turned back to the bar and looked at the crowd by way of the mirror, ignoring me. I stood there staring at him, looking at his crotch; I could see the outline of that fucking dick. He knew I was looking at it. Drool began at the side of my mouth.
"Please, let me touch your cock?" I said.
He looked at me in disgust, and then turned his head back to the mirror.
I reached over and felt the head of his donkey dick. He didn't move, but just stood there while I moved my hand up the length, until I could feel the outline of his balls too. I then moved my hand back down the shaft to the head. His cock was growing harder; while he just sipped at his beer, ignoring me humiliate myself.
"Why don't you get down and sniff, cocksucker." He didn't bother to turn to look at me, but took another mouthful of beer.
I knelt down on the floor. I could hear someone behind, laugh at me, as I knelt in front of this guy, moving my face close to his crotch. I felt the heat of him through his jeans. The cotton worn from wear with the smell of piss and sweat radiating from him. I reached my tongue out and licked at the head of his cock.
"Hey, Meathead." A loud voice behind the bar barked out.
"Shithead, I'm talking to you." The voice boomed out closer
to me.
The bar got quiet all of a sudden and I looked up to see the
bartender staring at me.
"Get the fuck out, asshole." He looked at me as if he was about to jump over the bar and rip my head off.
"Yes sir! Sorry." I got off my knees and looked around. Guys were staring at me, snickering.
I walked out of the bar and when the cold fresh air hit my face, I woke up from the daze I was in and realized what a fool I just made of myself. My hard-on was pressing against my leg and people on the street were looking at me walking down the block with a wet stain on my crotch. I found my car and got in, starting the engine and then pulled out into the street.
I started to drive down the road, when in front of me, leaning against the brick wall of the bar, was Jake. He stared at me when I went by. My face heated up and I made a U in the street pulling up to where he was standing.
"Can I give you a lift?" I yelled out of the window.
He looked around, lit a cigarette and walked over to the car, opening the passenger door. "We can go to my place. Keep driving down the street."
"Yes, sir," I said.
In less than a mile, he had me make a couple of turns until we were in a warehouse district. I drove down an alley and parked beneath a naked light bulb hanging from a fixture above a warehouse door. We got out of the car and he walked over to the door, took out a key and opened it.
"Come in, if you want to suck cock." A cigarette hung from his lower lip and he stared at me walking in front of him and into the warehouse.
The inside was a painter's studio. Canvas stretched on frames, some empty, others with paint and figures drawn on them. He flipped a couple of switches and ceiling lights came on. Mirrors around the room reflected different angles of the interior. Moonlight filtered through skylights in the roof, lighting up dark clouds passing overhead. The room was cold, barren; some chairs and a couch were all the furniture I could see. He walked over to a small refrigerator that sat against a wall of what passed for a kitchen area. He took out two beers and then walked back and sat down in a chair. Rubbing his crotch, he picked up a phone next to the chair and dialed a number. While the phone rang on the other end, he spread his legs and looked at me as he held out a beer.
I walked over and knelt down between his spread legs, taking the offered can, I gulped down most of the beer while I stared at his crotch. He pointed to his groin and I went to work licking his jeans where the cockhead poked at the fabric. He grabbed the back of my hair and pushed my mouth hard against his prick. I mouthed the head and ran my tongue and mouth up and down his big fucking cock and balls.
"Hey, what's up?" Jake said into the phone. He let go of my head as I slobbered over his crotch, kneeling there between his legs getting his crotch wet with my spit.
He listened to the other person on the phone, saying, once in a while, a word or two. He lit another cigarette, spread his legs more, then unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his equipment that was incased in a well worn, stained jock, so threadbare that the cock and balls just hung in it ready to split open. I slobbered over the jock, tasting the salty sweat stained rag, blowing hot air as I mouthed the fucking monster in the pouch. His prick was getting harder; I began to suck at the cock through his jock, sucking it into my mouth, filling my face with his hot fucking cock. He pushed back into the chair, stretching his legs out. After talking a while, he hung the phone up and stood up while I was still mouthing his dick. I looked up at him staring down at me. He reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a bottle of amyl, opening the top, he pushed it under my nose. I took a deep inhale of the vapor and went back to work, sucking his cock through his jock strapped pouch.
"Yeah, you fuckin slut, suck that dick. Suck me fucker." He took a hit of the amyl as I sucked all I could of his pouch into my mouth. The vapor induced high made me want more of him. He grabbed my head and rammed his groin into my face, smashing his package against my mouth. He pulled me off and slammed my head into his crotch again, holding me while I tried to breath through my nose, grabbing air anyway I could, feeling his cock press against the inside of my mouth.
"Fuck yeah, eat me fucker." He held on to my head, my mouth filled with his jock pouch. I grabbed on to the sides of his legs, fucking my face in his ample crotch while he looked down at me sucking him.
"Get off." He pulled my head back from mouthing him and then pushed me to the floor.
He walked over to the refrigerator and took out two more beers, turned and said, "Take your fuckin clothes off." He then walked back to the chair, sat the beers down and removed his boots and jeans. After sitting back down in the chair, he slipped into his boots but didn't tie them up. I was taking my clothes off as fast as I could, my cock and balls aching in their cock ring. I sat on my haunches facing him. He lit a cigarette and handed me the other beer. I gulped it down while watching him smoke, his big fucking basket wet with my spit sticking out from his loins, that dick of death straining against the worn pouch. I started to drool again, my cock, seeping fuck juice.
"Turn around and show me your ass." He took another drag as I moved around, kneeling on the floor with my ass up and my hands parting my butt cheeks. My face was on the floor with a sideway glance when I noticed my reflection in a mirror. I looked around noticing that I could see myself from different angles about the room. He sat the mirrors to reflect who ever was in front of him. There I was, looking at myself sideways on the floor. My ass in the air, my face on the floor, I spread my butt some more, giving him a good show.
He reached down and felt my asshole, cock and balls. "Smooth as a baby. Keep yourself shaved if you want to come back Fuckhead."
"Yes sir," I said.
I could feel him pushing lube up my hole. After working a few fingers of goo in my ass, he would grab my balls and jack my cock like he was milking a cow. "You cleaned yourself out Shithead, like I told you?"
"Yes sir, I sure did." I kept thinking of that big fucking dick pounding the hell out of my ass. He was back to shoving more grease up my butt. I watched him in the mirror, jacking my cock, squeezing my nut sack, and sticking his fingers up my fucking ass. I was coming close to blowing a load, groaning like a ten- dollar whore.
He sat back in his chair; I could see him in the mirror looking down at my spread ass. "Get the fuck up and pull my jock off with your teeth."
I swiveled around, staring at the worn pouch full of dick and balls. Leaning my head over I felt the heat coming off his crotch. Tenderly, I nipped at the edge of the jock pulling it away and then work my teeth to hold on the fabric. I pulled it down and his dick sprung up slapping me in the face. Like a fucking cobra, it arched out, a big, veiny cock that I could suck down my throat. My chin rubbed against his warm balls full of fuck juice, as I pulled on the jock passed his thighs and knees. I stared up at him looking down at me while he smoked a cigarette and sipped on a can of beer. After I pulled hard to get the jock over his boots, I sat back on my haunches with the strap hanging from my mouth.
"Chew it," he said.
I began pushing the jock pouch and straps into my mouth, working it, sucking on the sweaty, stinking cloth full of jizz juice and piss.
"Put it on, Dickbreath."
I reached up and pulled out the spit-covered jock, working it up my legs. I had a hard time stuffing my swollen cock and balls into the pouch. My crotch looked obscene, the cock ring made my package stick out, pressing against the fabric of the jockstrap's worn pouch. I looked like a cheap fucking whore, when I saw myself in one of the mirrors.
"Suck my balls, Asshole." He started to jack his cock, making his nutsack bounce up and down against the seat of the chair.
I got on my knees and leaned into his crotch working his balls into my mouth. Looking up at his face, he sat there jacking his dick looking at us in a mirror. I reached behind me and pulled my ass open so he had a good look at my hole.
"Yeah, that's it you fucking slut. What a fucking whore you are. Show me your fuckhole bitch. Stick your fingers in your asshole, fucker." He reached into his shirt pocket and brought out the amyl, putting the bottle in my face. I sniffed deep while sucking on his balls, his cock sticking out over my face. He then brought the bottle to his nose and sniffed. I went into another world, trying to suck those fucking balls down my throat; I worked my tongue around those hot fucking orbs full of jizz juice. He started to jack his cock again, leaning back, watching me shove my fingers up my fuck chute. I started fucking myself with three fingers shoved in my ass, while he watched the show in the mirror's reflection.
He let go of his cock, letting it rest on my head. He then leaned over the side of the chair and opened a gym bag, pulling out a dildo. The rubber cock was about the size of his own dick. He then held the plastic prick next to his cock slapping my face with the fucking dildo. "Yeah, bitch fuck yourself, whore. What a fucking piece of trash you are. Fuck yourself, work your hole, you cocksucking bitch."
I went to town on his nuts, jamming my fingers in and out of my whole and lifting my ass up in the air so he could have a better look. He kept looking at the mirror, jacking that big fucking dick, while I looked up at him and sucked his balls down my cocksucking throat.
He grabbed the top of my hair and pulled me off his nutsack, pushing me with his booted foot on the floor. He held the dildo up in front of me and said, "I want you to fuck yourself on this dildo. Come here and lick it, suck this rubber dick down your cocksucking whore mouth like you would suck my own prick."
"Yes sir," I said, getting back up on my knees, I leaned over to grab the head of the dildo with my mouth. He held on to the balls at the base while I sucked and licked the shaft of the rubber prick. Coating the dildo with slime from my mouth, I started to deep throat the plastic dick; coming back up to the top, getting air, and then jamming my whore mouth back down the shaft. He grabbed my head and jammed me down on the fucking dildo until I choked, making me bring up more throat slime and snot, coating the dildo.
"I like hearing you gag fucker. What a cocksucking whore you are, fucking your face on a plastic prick. Yeah, look at yourself motherfucker. Look in the mirror dickhead, look at you fucking your face with a goddamn dildo, you cheap fucking slut."
There I was in the reflection of a mirror, jamming my mouth up and down on this big fucking rubber prick. He grabbed me again by my hair and yanked me off the shaft of my love toy. "Reach in the bag and coat that cock with lube, you're going to ride that motherfucker while you suck my dick." He handed me the dildo, and then got up and walked back to the refrigerator, getting out two more beers.
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