with Victor was that Victor always climaxed for him with little effort.
Victor closed his eyes and spread his legs. When his solid dick was in front of
young Carl’s face, young Carl opened his mouth and sucked the entire shaft to the back
of his throat. His lips protruded and his cheeks indented. He pressed his tongue flat
against the thick vein on the bottom of Victor’s shaft and started to move his head back
and forth. He sucked hard; his head moved fast. While he was sucking Victor off, he
grabbed his own penis and started jerking it.
He grabbed young Carl’s head, placing both palms over his ears and pressing hard,
bucking his hips at the same time. He rammed his penis into young Carl’s mouth the
same way he’d banged it into his body the night before. His pubic hairs brushed against
young Carl’s nose; his large balls smacked into young Carl’s wet chin. Older Carl watched; he remembered that blow job well. It had only taken a few
minutes to get Victor off. Carl had felt the head of Victor’s penis swell; he’d tasted
Victor’s tangy pre-come. While he watched them, he folded his arms across his chest and
pursed his lips.
When Victor finally grunted and said, “I’m close,” young Carl started jerking his
own penis with more intensity. And when Victor finally exploded, his climax was so
powerful that young Carl’s head jerked. Older Carl knew younger Carl felt his come
splash against the back of his throat. Older Carl remembered how Victor’s come had
tickled the inside of his mouth and how he’d had to gulp it down fast so he wouldn’t
cough or gag. He’d never tasted come as sweet as Victor’s, and that was the last time he
would ever taste it.
While young Carl was still sucking the last sweet drops of Victor’s love, he came
a second later. He erupted all over Donna’s threadbare carpet, with his cheeks still
indented and his tongue still pressed against the bottom of Victor’s shaft.
Then Victor stepped back and his dick slipped out of young Carl’s mouth. Victor
looked down at him and smiled. He ran his hand through young Carl’s hair and said,
“Your lips are all puffy and red. You look like you just finished sucking my dick. And
there’s come dripping from the corner of your mouth.” His eyebrows went up and down
fast. “I like that.”
Young Carl looked into his soft eyes and smiled, then stuck out his tongue and
slowly licked the corner of his mouth clean. “Is that better?” he asked. Victor lifted his shrinking penis and rubbed the head across young Carl’s puffy
lips. “You look beautiful just like that, on your knees in front of me. I love you so much.”
Then he shoved his dick back into his jeans, adjusted his balls, and pulled his zipper up.
Young Carl stood and pulled up his pants. Victor straightened his long legs and
smoothed the front of his sweater. Victor was about to hug him, but the door opened
wide and Donna walked into the apartment with a small brown bag in her hand. She
smiled at them both and said, “I’m so glad you guys made up.” Then she patted Victor on
the arm and said, “I don’t think I would have been able to deal with Carl if you hadn’t.”
Victor ignored her. He looked into young Carl’s eyes and said. “Are you okay?”
“I’m good,” Carl said. “You’d better get moving. You’ll miss your flight.” He
was lying. He was ready to crumble into a million different pieces.
Older Carl remembered this well. His stomach had been in knots, his legs had
been ready to buckle, and his heart had been beating so fast he wasn’t sure he’d be able to
catch his breath. But he didn’t want Victor to think he was weak and desperate. He’d
known he couldn’t change Victor’s mind and he’d wanted Victor to remember a good
experience instead of a bad, self-indulgent
Victor closed his eyes and spread his legs. When his solid dick was in front of
young Carl’s face, young Carl opened his mouth and sucked the entire shaft to the back
of his throat. His lips protruded and his cheeks indented. He pressed his tongue flat
against the thick vein on the bottom of Victor’s shaft and started to move his head back
and forth. He sucked hard; his head moved fast. While he was sucking Victor off, he
grabbed his own penis and started jerking it.
He grabbed young Carl’s head, placing both palms over his ears and pressing hard,
bucking his hips at the same time. He rammed his penis into young Carl’s mouth the
same way he’d banged it into his body the night before. His pubic hairs brushed against
young Carl’s nose; his large balls smacked into young Carl’s wet chin. Older Carl watched; he remembered that blow job well. It had only taken a few
minutes to get Victor off. Carl had felt the head of Victor’s penis swell; he’d tasted
Victor’s tangy pre-come. While he watched them, he folded his arms across his chest and
pursed his lips.
When Victor finally grunted and said, “I’m close,” young Carl started jerking his
own penis with more intensity. And when Victor finally exploded, his climax was so
powerful that young Carl’s head jerked. Older Carl knew younger Carl felt his come
splash against the back of his throat. Older Carl remembered how Victor’s come had
tickled the inside of his mouth and how he’d had to gulp it down fast so he wouldn’t
cough or gag. He’d never tasted come as sweet as Victor’s, and that was the last time he
would ever taste it.
While young Carl was still sucking the last sweet drops of Victor’s love, he came
a second later. He erupted all over Donna’s threadbare carpet, with his cheeks still
indented and his tongue still pressed against the bottom of Victor’s shaft.
Then Victor stepped back and his dick slipped out of young Carl’s mouth. Victor
looked down at him and smiled. He ran his hand through young Carl’s hair and said,
“Your lips are all puffy and red. You look like you just finished sucking my dick. And
there’s come dripping from the corner of your mouth.” His eyebrows went up and down
fast. “I like that.”
Young Carl looked into his soft eyes and smiled, then stuck out his tongue and
slowly licked the corner of his mouth clean. “Is that better?” he asked. Victor lifted his shrinking penis and rubbed the head across young Carl’s puffy
lips. “You look beautiful just like that, on your knees in front of me. I love you so much.”
Then he shoved his dick back into his jeans, adjusted his balls, and pulled his zipper up.
Young Carl stood and pulled up his pants. Victor straightened his long legs and
smoothed the front of his sweater. Victor was about to hug him, but the door opened
wide and Donna walked into the apartment with a small brown bag in her hand. She
smiled at them both and said, “I’m so glad you guys made up.” Then she patted Victor on
the arm and said, “I don’t think I would have been able to deal with Carl if you hadn’t.”
Victor ignored her. He looked into young Carl’s eyes and said. “Are you okay?”
“I’m good,” Carl said. “You’d better get moving. You’ll miss your flight.” He
was lying. He was ready to crumble into a million different pieces.
Older Carl remembered this well. His stomach had been in knots, his legs had
been ready to buckle, and his heart had been beating so fast he wasn’t sure he’d be able to
catch his breath. But he didn’t want Victor to think he was weak and desperate. He’d
known he couldn’t change Victor’s mind and he’d wanted Victor to remember a good
experience instead of a bad, self-indulgent
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