We weren’t friends, I was just the naughty cocksucker who worshiped real men. Gay sex More came, and more after that and I let it slide down my throat. It was raining a little heavier now and I chucked a hoody over my head and walked up the road towards number fifty-one. From my first kiss in my second year at university, to the seed I had just swallowed this afternoon, I’d always known my place was on my knees. I didn’t have to wait long as he looked down at me.“On the bed, boy,” he said, tapping the duvet as if he was talking to a naughty puppy. He slid down the bed slightly, pushing his balls forward and I hungrily ran my tongue against the sack. “Ready for my cock in your mouth?” he continued.“Yes, Sir,” I said, looking up at the shaft again and feeling my cock stiffen even more between my legs.“Suck my cock, boy!” he ordered, and I didn’t need asking twice. I put my shoes on and I turned to look at him as I left.“See you again, boy,” he said, with a smirk.“Yes, Sir. Opening the app on my phone, I double-checked the address before punching into my satnav.
