His fingers dug into my scalp, twisting my hair into a tight knot that pulled at the roots. “You’re making me cum already.”His whole body tensed.“Oh, fuck.” His voice was a ragged whisper. Gay sex He held me fast, setting a brutal, relentless rhythm.“That’s it,” Brock taunted.He drove forward again. “Take that fucking cock.”I gagged, a deep, retching heave that accomplished nothing. His hips slammed against my face. It was what he always called me, spat with contempt across a high school hallway.Now it was different.Possessive.An owner staking his claim.His thumb brushed my cheekbone, a shockingly gentle gesture.“So pretty, sucking that fat cock”My eyes fluttered.A jolt of pure, white-hot lust shot straight to my own dick, crushed and forgotten inside my shorts, pulsing with an agonizing throb. His hips slammed against my face. Brock’s hand became a fist. The brutal, punishing cadence turned into a frenzied jack-hammering.He was losing control.“God,” he gasped. A strangled noise tore from me, a whimper swallowed by the sheer mass of him.“I think you always wanted this, didn’t you, faggot?” He asked.The question was a blade, twisting in a wound I never knew I had. Good news! He held me fast, setting a brutal, relentless rhythm.“That’s it,” Brock taunted.He drove forward again.
