face-fuck – Page 2 – Grindr Fantasies

Shove In

“I want to literally feel you cumming down my throat.”

“Hot.”

Damn right it is. As an erotica writer, I spend a good chunk of my time thinking up these things. “When you cum,” I text him, to make sure he gets the point, “I want you to shove in all the way. Crush my face.”

There is a long pause, and I’m afraid I’ve lost him.

“I can do that.”

I’m on my way to his place in the student ghetto. Just last year, the streets were decrepit houses, crammed to capacity with students, with beds in the living rooms. In only a few frantic months, they have all been torn down and replaced with tall concrete sky rises and parking lots.

I can’t wait to get face-fucked again. I haven’t had any action since that twink in Montreal.

I easily get into his lobby behind the pizza guy. Cold concrete surrounded me, a nice break from the heat outside, and I text him that I’m here.

Ten minutes later, a man slinks through the industrial steel door from the main building. His hair is still damp and he’s freshly showered. I had a friend in high school whom I secretly lusted after, a Spaniard. He was a good foot shorter than I, lanky and energetic. We did school projects together while I longed to feel his lips against mine. This man could have been his double, a few years later. He walks up to me and I flash my phone at him.

“This is a nice place,” I say, trying to make conversation in the elevator.

He looks up at me, panicked that I would be saying anything to him.

“I’m subletting,” he explains. We ascend to the top floor in silence.

His apartment is in shambles. Dishes are stacked on the faux marble counter, and a deck of playing cards is strewn over the hard wood laminate floor. A bottle of Bombay Sapphire sits open and spoiling on the kitchen table. The shared area is small, and the short hallway leads to four bedrooms. Each of them has an obnoxious lock on the door.

“Are your roommates home?” I ask

He pauses before answering. “I’m not sure. I don’t think so,” he says.

“We can be quiet.” I reassure him. Damn, he probably doesn’t even know his room mates. Back in the day when I would pay $600 for a mattress in the living room, I would at least become temporary friends with my roomies.

The bed and a laptop desk take up most of the space. The door lock clicks shut behind us. He stands there awkwardly. I hope this isn’t his first hookup. I’m going to have to take charge. Be a “power” oral bottom”. Is that a thing? I lift off my shirt, showing him my toned shoulders and pecs. He takes the cue and lowers his shorts, stripping to his dark gray underwear and sits on the bed. The bed springs sigh under our weight as I reach for his underwear and yank them the rest of the way down.

His cock and balls are darker than the rest of his body. He made no attempt to shave, so all of his black pubes are there in full glory. The rest of him is covered in thick black hair. He looks on as I lower my mouth to it and run my tongue up from the bottom of his crack, over his balls, and straight up to the tip of his dick, where I linger and flick it with the tip of my tongue. It stands up almost immediately, pointing along the hairy trail to his belly button. He rests on his elbows, looking up at the ceiling, and gasp as I plunge my warm mouth down on his member. His pubes brush against my nostrils and I suck in a breath of AXE-soap scented air.

He’s hard now, so I sit up and move so I’m sitting between the pillows. “Come up here and face-fuck me now.” I tell him.

Looking grave, he stands over me on the bed and then kneels down. As he positions his cock in front of me he looks sexy as fuck.

I open wide, and he places his dick into my mouth, and thrusts gingerly. I reach behind and grab his ass, pulling him forward, and he quickly learns to go harder. This guy is strictly business. He thrusts rhythmically, as if he’s trying to get off as soon as he can. It’s okay, I want to tell him. I like this!

A minute later, he stops, looks down and he tells me, “Um, I’m going to cum, ok?”

“Mmmm hmmm,” I say without releasing his cock, and grab his butt cheeks tighter. I have some muscular arms, and he’s not going to escape easily. He thrusts faster now, furiously. He stares down in my direction, eyes vacant, pointed to some inner fantasy, while his mouth hangs open in a look of pure sex. He is starting to sweat now, and his scent is intoxicating as it overpowers his body wash.

Suddenly his body shifts. He stretches open his legs and mashes his crotch against my face. I gag at the unexpectedness of it and suddenly realize he must be cumming. I feel his cock pulsing and syrupy thickness in the back of my mouth, as he shoots his load straight down my throat. With my nose completely smothered by his fuzzy belly I can’t breath. I simply lie there holding my breath until he is done.

I leave quickly and quietly.

He messaged me several more times, pleading with me to take his load again. I would have, but our schedules never aligned, and he soon moved away. I still look at his anxious texts as I stroke, and feel desired.

Used

His bed is firm under my naked back. It’s just after lunch, but the room is dark, and I’m alone. He never bothered to open the curtains. The meagre light that filters through the thick, spartan curtains makes the ceiling glow pink. I lay waiting for… what? I wonder. I can’t reach my phone now. Did I make myself clear? I struggle to remember what I told him.

“I like to be used,” I had said.

“☺Well then, How soon can I use you?” He asked.

Though he’s a working professional, he happens to have the day off today. He lives in an apartment building full of old ladies. Despite his athletic figure, he’s a geek – his copy of the Exploding Kittens card game (adult edition) lies opened on a shelf, displayed with other techno gadgets. I imagine he works at Manulife, preparing reports. Each day he jokes at lunch with his colleagues, but they have no idea he’s gay.

It’s only on his day off that he can live out his desires. I know nothing about him. I know only that today, he desires me. Or, I frantically hope, my mouth. I made that clear. I think.

I hear him washing his hands and other parts in the adjoining bathroom. The sink turns off and I hear nothing. I can’t see him. I am facing the ceiling, head just off the side of the bed.

The floor under the plush carpet creaks under his footsteps as he approaches.

I see him now. He’s nude, ready. His chiselled body towers over me, eyes sweeping across my body. He sees my hard dick and smiles. He moves his hands to his cock. It’s purple tip already protrudes from his tan foreskin.

He reaches under my arms, grabs my armpits, powerfully pulls me into position. I open my mouth to clarify his intentions, but he slides his dick into it.

The taste hits me first. He didn’t wash well – thankfully – and I savour the strong flavor of his musk. I roll his hardening cock head around in my mouth, licking it off, and sigh in gratitude. He rocks back on his heals and his penis inflates in my mouth.

He finally pulls out and I see him looking down at me again. “You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah–”

He steadies himself and plunges in. From this angle his cock easily butts against the back of my throat. He quickly gets a rhythm going. I open my eyes. I can see the doorway and the darkened bathroom behind us. I can see his inner thighs. I can see the cleft of his ass between his legs. I feel his balls, shaved smooth, moist with sweat, draped over the bridge of my nose. I suck in a huge breath rife with his scent, and it makes me high.

He’s bent over me, hands on my rib cage, and spurned on by my obvious enjoyment he goes deeper. I’m being smothered by his testicles now, and I can only suck in quick breaths between even quicker thrusts. His penis presses in and snaps past my palette. I feel it deeply in me, and it fills my throat and airways, and I can no longer breathe.

I’m holding my breath, almost dizzy, trying to delay pushing him away. As a distraction, I grab my own cock, and feel its amazing hardness. The seconds tick by. I relax, trying to do anything but breathe. The blood in my ears is deafening, pounding like a waterfall. He fucks me, unaware or uncaring, and I feel every thrust go further toward my belly. I feel like I’m full, swallowing a python. I’m dizzy now. The lack of air makes me giddy. I suddenly realize I’m squeezing my dick and as I let go, I feel myself cumming, powerfully, blindly shooting thick ropes into space. I’m convinced it must have drenched him and his expensive sheets.

He’s stopped now, because I’ve shoved him away. I’m hyperventilating, sucking in sweet air, waiting for my ears to stop pounding.

Finally, I take a deep swimmer’s breath, lean my head back, reach around, and grab his ass with my hands, pulling him forward again.

He goes faster this time, making up for time lost. He presses down on my ribs with his hands while he fucks my mouth and throat. This time, he gives me brief pauses to suck quick breaths, and we’re able to go longer. How long? I’m still light headed. I don’t know. It feels like a half hour. We’re both sweating now and his balls, my face, and my hair are wet with the effort.

He pulls out now, lifts his cock over my face, stares into my eyes and jerks himself. I reach behind him and grab his ass, playing, fondling him, letting my fingers slip inside the slippery crack.

He stuffs his dick in and thrusts hard, and his whole body tenses. His hands are again on my ribs, crushing with his full weight, as he lifts his heels off the floor. His cock spasms and I feel his balls erupting into my throat. When he is done, he leaves it in, just standing there letting me suck him, so I can gently coax out and savour each delicious drop of his cum.

A long while later, he turns away, reaches for his underwear.

“That was amazing,” I rasp. “You delivered as promised.”

“It was fun. Thanks,” he says.

When we are dressed, he walks me to the elevator. He shakes my hand, as if we were at work colleagues and had just cemented a deal. Perhaps we have.

“Let me know your next day off.” I tell him.

“Yeah. it won’t be long.” he says, with a devilish gleam in his eye.

The old woman in the elevator looks at me suspiciously after the elevator doors close. I make plans to head to the Chapters book store to hang out and sip an iced latte. I’ve had my fill of cock for the day.

Or so I think. It is only lunchtime.

(to be continued – read part 2)

Back in his room

At least this time, he answers the door himself. The young twink has scruffy black hair, neatly trimmed but he obviously just got out of bed. It’s only 11 in the morning. We were supposed to meet yesterday. I waited for his message, parked nearby in the Food Basic’s parking lot for 45 minutes before I gave up. Later he texted that he had slept in.

I’m giving him another chance. He’s worth it.

He barely greets me, and as I crouch in the doorway to unlace my leather boots, he stands over me so I won’t run in and steal his stuff. We don’t say much because his mother’s in the kitchen a few steps away. I used grindr instead of knocking, so she doesn’t even know I’m there. She peeks out, drying a frying pan, and scolds my host for some misdemeanour another language. When she sees me she smiles in polite surprise.

“Good morning,” I said, beaming. “Strange weather lately, eh?” Don’t mind me. I’ll just be downstairs having sex with your son. Might be a while!

Last time I nearly bolted when his sister answered the door. Today I take it in stride. Maybe they know and maybe they don’t. Guys who are out with their families do things that would have shocked me just a few months ago. Everybody’s different. Especially this guy.

Still, I head for the door to the basement in two giant steps, eager to get away from his politely suspicious clan.

The bottom of the stairs are covered in heaps of clothes, vomited out by an old dryer.

“Ah, I see it’s laundry day.” I try to make conversation.

“Yeah, “ he replies. His mom shouts something after us.

He turns and hollers back up the stairs. “No, everything is in there, my pants are clean already!”

We navigate our way through the mess to his room, the only part of the basement that is clean. By clean, I mean free from shit you can trip over, not clean in the sense that the surfaces have been wiped in the past five years.

His room is dimly lit by a lamp on the shelf. Dark blue walls, except for a crudely painted graffiti figure. It watches over the desk where a very large bong rests. The plastic tubes in the contraption are stained brown from use and hard water.

He notices me staring at it. “Want some?” He asks.

I chuckle, “Nah, I tried weed before but it just makes me quiet.“

“Oh you’re one of those.”

The bong quivers and I hear someone bounding down the stairs, singing. I back into the corner, pressed against the wall like I’m furniture. Another young guy bounds into the room. Hot. A younger brother? Maybe a boarder?

He doesn’t notice me. He grabs the bong. “Eh?” He grunts and looks at my host.

“Take it.” he says, and the intruder leaves cradling his prize. My host closes the door after him, but it his does little to stop his loud singing. It’s not off key, but it’s nonsensical, as if he can’t remember every third word and makes them up as he goes. I wince at the noise, but my host ignores me. He’s swiping away on his silver iPhone. Suddenly the tinny sound of a top 40 song eeks out of its speakers, and the sound of the singing, bong-using boarder fades.

Still clicking at the phone, he slips one a finger under his pants and clumsily tries to pull them down. My heart races when he reveals the top of his public bone. But his finger stops there. He’s going to need two hands to get it over his boner, but he’s engrossed in checking his messages first.

With a lopsided grin, he finally throws the phone on the desk, runs his hands through his thick hair, and looks up at me. But my eyes are locked on the tent in his pants.

“I really love you sucking my dick, “ he tells me. “Are you going to swallow again?”

I look him in the eye. “This time,” I tell him, “I want you to try to cum right down my throat.”

“I’ll do it,” he agrees.

Fat chance. I know he won’t reach, but it’ll spice it up a little. I take off my shirt for him and he steps out of his pants, nude.

His dick is ready, slightly curved, and rapidly emerging from its in delicious tan foreskin. He’s his balls are closely shaved. Only a small trapezoid of artfully trimmed fuzz sits atop its base. He falls back on the bed, resting on his elbows.

I bend down and lick his balls. The skin of his sack is smooth as plastic. I lick up and around and suck in his musky scent, slowly making my way up his mast. By the time I get there his soft pink glans is throbbing and he stares at me with a look like he got a new toy and can’t quite believe it’s real.

But I refused to mouth it yet. I only came back for one reason. “I want you to face fuck me. Like last time.” I climb up the bed beside him, prop myself up with a pillow.

“Ha! I love that.” He gets up and towers over me, one knee on other side. With his hand on his cock he guides it into my waiting lips. I feel it slide up against the back of my mouth. I close my mouth and suck on it lightly, tasting the delicious salty flavour of the first lick. Then his hands go to my shoulders and he starts to thrust at me. The bed strains and squeaks. But something’s different. Each time I see his belly come at me, he gets a little harder, until unexpectedly, he slides past my tonsils and cuts off my breath. Fuck, I wasn’t expecting this. Last time he couldn’t even reach.

His body is hot now, sweaty, and as I begin to smell the scent wafting down from his armpits, my cock is raging hard in my pants. But too soon, he stops and slowly lowers his butt onto the bed beside me.

“Holy fuck you got bigger,” I tell him in amazement.

“Oh, really? Thanks.” He props his cock up and flexes, examining it proudly. Then he aims it at me, waiting.

I prepare for a long haul. Last time it took over half an hour and I got tired. I was hoping to have him do the work. I’m not looking forward to getting a sore neck again. I take a deep breath, lie between his legs, and wrap my mouth around his dick.

I give him everything. I suck in a breath and plunge down to his bone, come back up, and suck as I massage his cock with my tongue. Maybe he’ll only take twenty minutes this time.

A few seconds later he grabs my shoulders. I stop and suddenly he’s grunting and thrusting upwards frantically on his own. His twink butt grinds into the bed as he twists himself up into my face. When I try to get a quick breath, the fucker jams himself so far down my throat that I once again my airway’s cut off. I wait helplessly as he tenses up, gives one last quick jerk, and explodes. I can only stare at the base, cross-eyed, as it rhythmically pulses, literally pumping out his load. I stop counting after six. I can’t taste a thing. I can only imagine each spurt splashing against the back of my throat, oozing down on its own time.

When he’s done, I keep sucking, trying to eek out what remains of his delicious flavour, while he sits up, watching and grinning at me. But I’ve overstayed my welcome. He’s done with me now, and itching to get back to his phone, or his bong, or whatever else he does, so I reluctantly release his member.

“We definitely have to do this again,” he tells me, nose down in his iPhone.

“For sure.” I know I’m being used and I love it.

When we’re finally dressed, he sees me out so I won’t take his stuff.

Lost stories: Basement room

When a short fat woman answers the door, my heart jumps into my throat. The address, 15, is right there in front of me. I had checked it six times already.

“Sorry, is this 51 Elviage Road?” I stutter, staring at the house number. “I’m sorry, I must be in the wrong place.” Before she can answer, I flee, dashing down the walkway back to my car.

As I’m fumbling with my keys, I look up and see a young man slowly walking toward me in a hoodie, hands stuffed in his pockets. Shit, that’s him. I turn around and greet him. “Hey man, sorry, I’m not used to other people being around when… uh,”

“That’s just my sister,” he tells me. “You wanna come in?”

She’s busy in the kitchen now, dumping bricks of Mr. Noodle into a pot, and she pays no attention to us as we go into the basement. Downstairs is partially finished. Piles of boxes lean against the rafters, barely covering the pink insulation in the walls. He opens a door and we enter his room. Somehow, a bed and a desk have been stuffed into this tiny space. A plastic bong, now dried and tarnished with brown scum, sits on his desk amongst some old dishes.

He jumps up on the bed and casually lays back. “So you really wanna suck my dick?” he asks.

“Yeah I do.”

“OK then.” He stretches his arms up and lifts off the hoodie, showing me his skinny twink chest. Then he kicks his track pants off onto the floor and he’s nude.

I look into his eyes, lean down and flick my tongue at his flaccid dick. Not getting a reaction, I suck the whole thing into my mouth, rolling and squeezing it. He throws his arms out to the side, squirms, and melts into the pillow as I feel him begin to stiffen.

The ceiling creaks as footsteps pound through the house. What does she think we’re doing down here? I wonder.

Minutes pass. He seems to be enjoying it, but it’s taking too long even for my well practised jaw. I hide it as long as I can, then I slip off with a slurp.

“Is there anything I can do differently?” I ask.

He gazes down at me, eyes narrow, hands behind his head and considers it. “Can I fuck your face?” he asks. He suddenly looks sheepish. “It’s okay if not.”

“Sure, that could be fun,” I tell him, as I rub my sore jaw with one hand. It’d give me a break at least. We switch places. I lay on the pillow, head up against the wall, and I strip off my own clothes. I catch a glimpse of his ass before he turns around. It’s beautiful and despite myself I feel blood rushing into my penis. Maybe I’m a top. How do you decide these things, anyway?

And then he crouches down, face and hands against the wall like spiderman, and jabs his penis into my cheek. I open up and after a few more pokes he manages to get it in.

I lay back, eyes wide open, drinking in the compelling sight above me. The bed squeaks and moves further from the wall with each thrust. I feel his heat coming off his body, and stare into his taught belly. I can see his ribs, and two tiny red zits.

I feel my own passion coming alive. I haven’t even touched my penis, but now it’s laying over my belly button like a toppled tree. I grab it and hold it in the air, pointing at the ceiling. I feel like I could burst at any moment. I close my mouth around him and suck, and hear the squishes, sounding like wet whale kisses as he fucks my face hole.

I can see the wiry hairs under his arms, and his scent wafts down to me, and I get a very odd feeling. I feel wetness on my chest and suddenly realize with excitement that hot syrupy globs are gushing out of me unbidden. I’m cumming hands-free! I can’t see anything except his thrusting belly. He doesn’t stop, but I’m sure some must have landed on his back. I run my hand over my abs, massaging the warm slickness into my skin.

A toilet flushes upstairs, and pipes gurgle around us. The hair on my belly is already drying and clumping together he finally pauses, pulls out, and squats down over my chest.

“Sorry guy, I don’t know what’s wrong,”

“That’s ok. Take your time.”

He starts to jerk off, I feel his balls slapping against my chest. I raise my knees up to his back, and he leans on them, bum pressed against my drying cum. His eyes are closed, concentrating on some fleeting image inside his head. What’s he thinking, I wonder. Who is he fucking? Maybe he’s on campus. Maybe he is being fucked by his whole class. Or his prof. Or all of them at the same time. Maybe they’re taking turns fucking his ass and mouth.

It’s taking so long, I have to giggle. “At least I know I had no chance.”

“Yeah, ha,” he says, and his hands are a blur now, as he tries desperately to cum. The twerp probably jacked off before I got here or something. These young guys only think they can do anything, and be ready to go any time, but blowjobs are a different thing entirely. They’re a fucking art form, and I hate it when they’re wasted.

“OK I’m gonna cum now,” he says minutes later. He lifts off, some of my sticky chest hair still attached to his butt, and aims his cannon over my mouth. He’s still jerking furiously, knuckles hitting my chin, when a single jet of watery bitterness sprays onto my tastebuds. Exhausted, he slumps against the wall, while I lick my meagre reward from his hot, red, beaten penis.

I wriggle out, locate my clothes and slip them on quickly. I should wash up, but I don’t trust his bathroom to be clean enough to do so. I’m dry already anyway.

He’s sprawled out on the bed, heaving. He manages to lift his head and drowsily mutter his thanks before he falls asleep.

Upstairs his sister is sitting on the couch, eyes fixed on the TV, an empty pot in front of her. I don’t think she even saw me leave.

Ragefucked

“Come over and use that slutty mouth of yours on my cock.” The message blinks on my screen in the Starbucks where I’m working on my laptop. It’s from someone I’ve met before. I snap the lid closed. Twenty minutes later I’m there.

The slim brown guy answers the door in his tight white boxers, his black beard neatly trimmed. He’s freshly showered, but he looks tired. “Hey, how have you been?” He asks as I step in and take off my shoes.

“Not bad,” I tell him. “But took a break for a while. I had one of those month long colds. So I might be out practice.” This is my first hookup in six weeks.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, not hearing. “I had a boyfriend. But my friend called me up and said he saw him kissing a guy in the parking lot. I didn’t want to be believe it but it’s true.”

“Oh, that’s rough.”

His big shaggy black dog, usually jumping up at me excitedly, lay on a mat in the corner. She raises her head a little, gazes at me mournfully, sighs, and then lay down again.

We go in the bedroom and he strips, revealing his taut brown skin and his dark uncut cock. I’m staring.

“Take off your clothes man,” he tells me.

“Sure.” as I pull off my sweater he smiles just a little.

“Hey, you look great.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You lost weight or something since last time.”

Aww thanks. I’ve been lifting weights, and trying to bulk for nine months now. I’m bad at it. I managed to gain 15 pounds, but I gave up trying to stuff myself during my cold.

He lays back on the bed, resting on his elbows, nude. I can’t tear my eyes away from his crotch. I lay between his legs and wrap my lips around his penis. It flops and squishes, and his brown skin feels impossibly velvety against my tongue. He grabs it’s base between his fingers and I feel the blood rush in and it slowly fills my mouth. He lets out a slow breath, and gently caresses my hair, sending tingles through my scalp.

I let it slip out and I just want to stare at it. “You have a beautiful cock,” I tell him. It’s seven inches, and the end is a perfect glistening orb, pink as bubble-gum, wrapped in delicate brown skin. He watches me in amusement.

On the bed beside him, his phone lights up and interrupts us. His smile vanishes. “It’s him.” He says, and stabs the cancel button, silencing it.

Last time, we kissed passionately and frantically explored each others bodies. Now, he seems lost in thought as he shoves my head down to his penis. I mouth it and press in, feel it snap past my tonsils. His was the first dick that I ever deep throated without gagging.

He moves his fingers to his balls, presses them against my lips. “Get my balls in too.”

I’m already at my limit but I push down further, let one slip in. He uses his index finger and I feel its partner follow.

I shift, and his glans scrapes the back of my throat. It sends a shiver through his body. He moans, “Oh man that’s good.” He stares at me with his brown eyes, and I know what’s coming next. I feel his two hands on my scalp, pushing me down as he tries to hit that spot on my throat again. He humps hard, lifting his ass of the bed and succeeds. I use the opportunity to slide my hands behind him. His ass cheeks are perfect, I can cup them in my hands. I squeeze them and let my hands slip inside his crack.

MURAARPH. A gutteral, horrible sound comes out of me. I retch, I’m choking and pull off, leaving a string of thick throat mucous all over his cock.

After I swallow, he presses me down again, and starts to hump quickly. He needs to hit that spot. Repeatedly. And hard. He manages 15 or 20 quick thrusts before I retch again. I get up and wipe my face off with the back of my arm.

He leaps up, throws his pillow at the foot of the bed. “Lay down. On your back.” He looms over me, bends my legs back and eagerly strokes my anus. “Have you let anyone in yet?” he asks hopefully.

The look on my face answers for me.

He’s not happy. He moves to the floor at foot of the bed behind me. He stands there, his dick raging above my face. He locks eyes with me.

“Open your mouth. I’m going to fuck you.”

I lean my head back and he shoves himself in and holds it there. The angle lets him go deep, further than anything’s ever been that wasn’t food. It’s fucking hot staring into his the stubble of his butt crack. I wonder when he’s going to grab my penis, or if I will have to do it.

But he’s in his own world now, and when he starts to fuck, my hands fly up to his waist to guide him, or maybe to push him away. He fucks like he doesn’t care. It’s hot.

I retch again. I barely managed to swallow the fluid and he shoves back in, humping faster this time. He thrusts in short bursts, like a hare in heat. When he permits me to breathe, I don’t know if it’s for my comfort or if he’s just doing it so it won’t end.

MMMRAURGH. I taste the pumpkin spice latte I had for breakfast. It’s too much. I sit up, grab a towel, and wipe my face off.

He sighs, flops back down on the bed and jerks himself.

When I lean in and give him a lick, he latches on to a fistful of hair. “Suck on my balls,” he demands. I roll his nuts in my mouth as much as I can while he jerks. I can feel his heart pounding. “You want my cum?” He asks.

“Mmm hmm”

“I said do you want my cum?” He stops and holds his penis up. It throbs. “Then make me cum with your mouth.”

I take it in my mouth and try my best. But then he angrily grabs my head and moves it for me, jerking it up and down. “Yeah, suck it you cocksucker. Suck my fucking cock!”

Now I know how a paint mixer feels. I relax and try to keep my teeth away, while he drills my face down further and further onto his dick. I’m about to retch again, when suddenly his ass lifts off the mattress and I know he’s too close, he will never let me stop, so I close my eyes and will away the urge. My nose slams against bone. I feel beads of sweat as I grip his ass cheeks.

“I’m cumming,” he finally exclaims, and in the same moment the phone rings again. It lights up beside me, ignored. He roars and locks my head in place, and his whole body thrusts up like he’s being electrocuted, and his dick is the centre of it all. I feel it pulsing against my lip and his angry load surges out deep inside me.

He takes a deep breath and reluctantly lets go of my hair. He’s cradling the phone against his cheek, speaking in hushed tones while I suck the rest out of him. “Yeah. The phone was in the bedroom,” he explains. I only catch bits and pieces of the conversation. When he’s clean, I hunt for my socks and quickly get dressed. “I love you too,” I hear him tell the caller. I feel awkward. I tip-toe over the dog on the way to the door.

Before I can leave, he rushes out of the room, dick flopping in the air, phone in hand. He smiles, eyes full of warmth and gratitude, puts his arms around me and squeezes me close. “Thanks man,” he whispers in my ear. “I really needed you today. You’re awesome.”

Yeah, it was hot. My throat is raw but I’m grinning as I drive back to work. After that rage fuck I can take anything.