Gay blowjob story: Tight throat

Right after dawn, Jason walked down the street and sat at the bus stop. It was a warm summer morning with a clear sky, and few people could be seen outside. One or two cars passed by, but besides that, the streets were empty.

A few minutes passed, and suddenly a man came and sat right next to him. Jason looked him in the eye, and the man stared back. He seemed weird.

"Howdy," said the man.

"Hello," replied Jason.

They were both silent for a while. The man spread his legs and then crossed one of his feet over his leg, a dirty sole facing Jason's direction, and Jason couldn't help but look at him. He looked up, directing his sight to the man's big bulge again, and the man noticed and nodded his head a little.

Excitement ran through Jason's body. His dick got harder, and his mind felt inebriated - it was a strange moment and he didn't know what to do. He looked away for a moment, and then back at the man's crotch. This time, the man put his hand over his big bulge, and outlined the shape of a long, thick penis. Jason was mistaken: it wasn't semi-hard. It was a soft, six inch shower, surrounded by the shape of fat testicles.

The man looked at him more intensely, and Jason couldn't resist anymore. He looked at the man's face, and nodded, looking from his bulge to his face, and then back to his bulge. The face of that old man lit up with a dirty grin, which sent shivers down Jason's spine, and then he did the unthinkable...

The man grabbed the waistband of his shorts and stretched them all the way, creating a large window to his big, fat, penis. It was a hairy dong, with a pair of big, chicken egg size balls. Jason's jaw dropped a little, and his mouth watered. That was a big manly cock, and it wasn't even hard yet. The old man released the waistband, making a loud sound, and dragged him out.

Jason followed him, with his legs shaking. That interaction got him incredibly horny. The man walked towards a public restroom. It was a stinky men's restroom, with a long metal urinal on one side and five stalls on the other side. They walked into the farthest stall and the man told him to lock the door.

They were face-to-face now. The man was slightly taller than Jason, standing in front of the dirty toilet, which was filled with yellow piss that another man had left behind.

The man touched his bulge and started to jerk it over the fabric. Jason got on his knees and looked up at him before getting his dick in his mouth.

The man responded with low groans of approval, and his dick started to harden in Jason's mouth. "Fuck it," thought Jason. His own average dick was rock-hard in his pants. He started to clean and swallow that big dick grime with his saliva, looking up at its owner. 

"Suck it, pretty boy," provoked the man, while grabbing Jason's clean hair with his manly hand.

Jason answered with a submissive moan. The man nodded in approval. They were both tuned for their respective roles.

"I knew you were a cocksucker," the man said, slapping his hard cock on Jason's face. It was fully hard now - about eight inches of fat, veiny schlong.

"That's a great cock" said Jason, hypnotised by the man's shiny shaft. The man smirked.

"Make it feel good," he ordered.

Jason promptly obeyed, feeling submissive. He shoved the big dick down his throat the best way he could, although it was too thick, so it wouldn't fit. He got about seven inches inside, desperately trying to swallow the last inch, but gagging and choking every time. He stared at the man's hairy crotch and his long pubes were almost touching his nose. He felt the odour invade his nostrils the more he sucked.

The old man grabbed the back of his head and started to gently thrust his hip against Jason's face. Jason enjoyed that, blinking at the man and waiting for more.

"Relax your throat. No teeth."

Jason slowly relaxed his mouth and throat, stretching his muscles and letting the man in. He covered his lower teeth with his wet tongue and opened his mouth wider so the upper teeth wouldn't touch the man's shaft. At the same time, he tried to press his lips around the big cock. It was a painful position which made his face look ridiculous, but he wanted to give the man the most pleasure.

"That's better. You're a fast learner," the man moaned in approval. That dirty old bastard was clearly enjoying his submission. "Make it wet for me."

It wasn't hard to release more saliva, since the dirty smell and the salty taste assaulted Jason's tongue and made his mouth water. He could smell the man's sweaty balls and feel them touch his chin slightly with each thrust. After a few minutes, his mouth was polishing the man's cock with a big amount of spit. The stall was filled with sounds of wet suction.

"Fuck yeah. That feels great. Keep covering your teeth like that," the man grunted. Jason moaned with excitement. He knew a cocksucker should be honoured to make a big cock feel good. He wanted to show that old, dirty fucker he was a good slut.

The mouth fucking continued for several minutes, as the man got more and more excited. Jason controlled his breath and kept the man's dick in his mouth the whole time. When the man noticed that, he grinned and started to pump his face harder and faster. He finally got the message.

"Suck big dick," commanded the man, increasing the speed exponentially, as he noticed Jason wasn't phased by the abuse of his mouth. "You've done this before, I can tell."

Jason nodded and stared at the bastard's dark eyes.

"Yeah? You like sucking big dick?"

Jason nodded again and made a stupid sound with his throat - the sound a slut makes when her mouth is being assaulted by cock. The man laughed and spat on his face. Jason didn't care about it, which made the man realise the type of slut he was dealing with.

"Open that throat pussy," he ordered, and violently grabbed Jason's head with both hands and shoved that last inch of cock down the slut's throat. Jason choked, but was held in place, his nose shoved in the man's hairy crotch, the big hairy balls pressed against his chin. He was in cocksucker heaven, and he started seeing stars and his brain begged for air.

It was full mouth abuse at that point. The man drilled and pounded his throat faster and faster, seemingly surprised by Jason's ability to keep the dick in his mouth the whole time. Jason tried his best not to touch the man's cock with his teeth, stretching his jaw widely, while the man ravaged his mouth without mercy. Sucking a big dick wasn't easy.

"You're doing great," encouraged the bastard, his face contorted with pleasure.

Jason helped him by bobbing up and down on his shaft. Big drops of spit hit the toilet's piss water. The stench of piss was intoxicating. The man seemed to notice how horny he was, and took advantage. He destroyed Jason's throat with deep strokes at full speed, making the slut gag loudly. Jason watched his teeth and respectfully let the man use him. He wanted to impress.

"Fuck yeah! Make my big dick feel good," the man shouted. His deep voice echoed in the whole room.

Jason moaned, suddenly hypnotised by the man's hairy legs and the way his thighs wiggled up and down.

"You fucking slut," the man shouted. "Worship that dick."

Jason took the dick out and lapped his tongue from top to bottom on the veiny shaft, and then slurped on his fat balls. He gave the schlong several loud kisses, before the man started slapping his face with it.

"Back to sucking," the bastard ordered, loudly. He didn't seem to care if anybody could hear it. All that mattered was his own pleasure.

Jason opened his sore throat pussy up and kept servicing that big old dick. He imagined the amount of throats and pussies that dick had fucked in the past, and how the universe randomly directed his mouth to that dick. His mouth was created to please that big cock.

The man kept going at it. He owned Jason's mouth. There was no denying it. Jason looked up at him and watched his dirty face, and thought the man looked handsome. The conquering of his throat was enough to turn Jason on, and his dick gave up and he came in his pants.

The man didn't seem to notice. He kept fucking Jason's throat for a good while, until the speed increased so much that Jason couldn't breathe anymore. The man released a strong, conquering shout and shot jet after jet of cum down Jason's throat.

He sat there, breathing heavily and patting Jason's head.

"Good job," he said, exhausted. "That felt great."

"Thank you" replied Jason, with his jaw aching.

He looked ruined. His face was covered in spit and cum, his lips and eyes were red, and his hair was messed up and drenched with spit. He got used to it.