I was already sweating. Gay sex Rough, heavyset, muscled, sweating. Better try harder.”He laughed—pure, low filth. I gagged, eyes watering—but I kept sucking. I just moaned around him, taking every brutal thrust. They always knew what I meant. I’ll show you how you should train those hungry sluts that hang around you”I gritted my teeth. “You are tonight, cunt”He hammered in deep, relentless. Too much staring, not enough movement. When it was over, I’d zip up, maybe light a smoke, and head back inside. And I liked it.But Something was still missing Because I knew—deep down—that this whole thing started because I used to be the one looking for a man like me. Open that fucking mouth of yours.”I obeyed. I’d feel that surge and lean in close to his ear: “Where do you want it?” His answer decided the rest—whether I emptied myself deep inside him, or pulled out and let him swallow every drop while he stared up at me, eyes wide, tongue eager.Either way, I’d finish with control.
