twisted-talez: “Fuuuck,” the hot jock exhaled, his arm behind his head as his warm load

twisted-talez:

“Fuuuck,” the hot jock exhaled, his arm behind his head as his warm load flooded my mouth within the confines of his car. “I shoot a big load, so keep on it until I’m done,” he had ordered. I dutifully complied while his big cock continued to pump his thick, creamy load down my throat. And when I finally surfaced for air, he kissed me, tasting himself on my lips.

We live in the same downtown high rise. My wife and I once shared a silent elevator ride with the jock and his hot girlfriend, but I had never spoken a word to the guy. As fate would have it, we were assigned adjacent parking spots under the building. While I left for work at 7 am each morning, clad in a suit and tie, the jock would return home from an early workout at the gym. Shirtless with his hairy chest matted in sweat, he’d give me a neighborly salute, which I always returned.

And then one morning, something changed. The jock was sitting in his car, already back from the gym. Tossing my messenger bag into the back of my car, my jaw dropped as I looked over at the jock. Sweaty and shirtless, like always, his athletic shorts were pulled down under his balls as he jacked his thick eight-incher. He gave me a wink, his hand gliding up and down his shaft. I licked my lips instinctively. With a quick jerk of his head, he motioned for me to get in the car with him.

Instantly, I had the jock’s big dick down my throat as he rested his muscular arm behind his head and relinquished control to me. I went to town on that big dick, slobbering on it, deep throating it, and treating it to all the skills I learned sucking off my frat brothers in college. His balls were getting tight.

“Fuuuck,” the hot jock exhaled, his warm load flooding my mouth. He warned that he shoots a big load, so I kept my lips wrapped around his thick, veiny shaft as his balls delivered a massive, high-protein breakfast down my throat. And when I finally surfaced for air, he kissed me, tasting himself on my lips.

“Damn, that was a big load,” I exclaimed, reaching for the door handle to make my exit.

“I told you,” the jock gloated. “You ever take it up the ass?” he asked, stuffing his wet cock back into his athletic shorts.

“Yeah, but I don’t know if here will work,” I replied, scanning the parking deck.

“Not here,” the jock laughed. “My girlfriend is gonna be gone all weekend. You should come by and ride this big cock for me. Apartment 473.”

“Fuck YES,” I agreed while climbing out of the jock’s car. “I’ll drop by tonight.”

“Good … And wear that suit,” the jock called out just before I shut the car door. “I want to watch you stripping out of it for me.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.