Dying For Sex(11)

It amazed her that he did. Naked, kneeling, Mike opened his mouth and took that large penis like a lollipop. And he didn’t stop, either. Once given the green light, he floored it. His lips pressed against the rim of the head every time he bobbed back and forth, thrilling him. Still, she grabbed his head and forced it up and down, laughing when his gag reflex acted up.

“I got this,” Moody said, afraid she would fuck up his blowjob. He couldn’t believe he was getting paid for getting stoned, drunk, and blown. And not a bad blowjob, either. He gripped Mike’s head, but helped establish his rhythm. Gently, he made his customer suck deeper and faster. “Stick a finger up his ass,” he begged Mara, who rushed to obey.

When Mike moaned at the first finger up his ass, Moody smiled at Mara: “I knew this boy had a lot of girl in him. He didn’t even try to use a hand to jerk me off like most girls.”

“Isn’t he fucking adorable?” Mara asked rhetorically.

“He’s so damn cute I beat off thinking of him last night.”

“Take that camera and record my husband when you cum in his mouth. I want to masturbate to it later.”

“Shhhheeet, girl, we’ll masturbate to it together.”

“I wish I had a strap-on,” she told him. “Oh, wait! I have vibrators.”

She ran out, but soon returned with a leather bag. She lubed up the smallest one and forced it in.

“Go slow at first,” the fag counseled her. “Let his muscles get used to it, then try bigger sizes. Finally, you can fuck him fast and hard and he’ll beg you for more -- I don’t care how straight he is.”

“Damn, that sounds good. Mikey, after this nice man cums down your throat, I want you to fuck me up the ass. If it doesn’t hurt, you’re not doing it right.”

Michael never dreamed he would suck cock, but it wasn’t all that bad. It tasted like flesh, but at least it was clean. He could see how some women liked it. He once asked his dad why he married his mom, other than for her beauty.

“Son, there are three types of women: those who suck cock as little as possible; those who only do it when horny, coerced, or rewarded for it; and then there’s the rare gem who fucking loves a throbbing cock exploding in her mouth. If you find someone in category three, fucking marry her!”

He could still remember his father laughing hysterically in the hospital bed, knowing he would soon die, but not letting death win. That man lived his last day as if it was his last, flirting with the nurses, cheering up the other patients, and make the entire ICU unit miss him when he died.

His mother didn’t become a freaked out bitch until diagnosed with cancer. It just felt so unjust, being so young, beautiful, and finally rich, only to die before she could enjoy herself. Michael remembered her telling him through tears that her biggest regret was not being able to see him grow up, not being there for him.

“Every male needs a mom,” his mother told him. “I don’t care how old or young, how rich or poor, how healthy or sick. If their wife doesn’t take care of them, they’ll find someone who will.”

Since his mother’s mother already died, Michael took her place -- taking care of her, making sure she took her meds, changing her sheets and clothes. He didn’t lose his childhood so much as exchange it for responsibilities.

And he has been taking care of others ever since.

Pot and tequila really go well together, he concluded happily.

He felt Mara thrust a much bigger vibrator up his ass and he nearly bit Moody’s dick off. Wow, that hurt! He never hurt there before. Then his muscles accommodated the new width and he moaned like a total fag in heat, so she thrust it in him faster and deeper, which hurt really good.

Then he felt the penis in his mouth tremble with rage and the bulbous head expanded. Yet his reaction was to get even more of that prick down his throat and to suck with even greater suction. Why do they call it a blowjob when the job actually required sucking?

I’m about to get a mouthful of cum, he realized, not sure how he felt about it, but unwilling to spit it out before it spit in him.

The queer shot a wad of cum in his mouth, and he kept bobbing up and down, knowing this would only lead to more. The next blast forced him to swallow, and he sucked that cock even faster because he knew how much he fucking liked that. He hated it when the girl chickened out at the last, crucial moment. It felt like rejection and spoiled the whole experience. The fourth blast hit his tonsils and the fifth coated his tongue.

And he still didn’t spit it out. Instead, Michael sucked that cock until it ran out of drops to give him. Before he could spit it out, the limp dick slipped out on its own.