On Call Slut for the Frat Bro

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PREVIOUSLY:

I looked at the jockstrap in my hands, and laughed.

I'd been jerking off half the semester with the dirty underwear of the wrong dude.

At least now I had the full set.

When I got back to my room, I stripped down and got in bed, too tired for anything. But then saw I had a text from Carson. It was the video of him pissing Matt's load off my face.

I reached down to my ass to check, and sure enough, a huge wad of mixed Delta cum slid out. I laid back, spread it all over my cock, and hit play.

CHAPTER 7: Dick the Halls

Finals ended, and my first semester at college came to a close. Carson stopped by for a quick celebratory throatfucking after his last exam, painting my tonsils with his tinsel before getting on a plane home for California.

I took the bus home. I was happy to spend some time with family and high school friends, have my laundry done and meals cooked for me, and generally just be lazy. But I was also concerned that a month away from school, and Carson in particular, would make me crazy with horniness and impatience. I'd gotten used to a level of independence, privacy, and regular sex that my childhood home just couldn't provide.

Things started off okay. Both my parents work, so I had plenty of time to myself to sleep in, watch TV, and of course jack off. Since it was my only documentation of his dick, I watched the video of Carson pissing on my face on repeat, reveling in the memories of the past semester.

On the weekend before Christmas, however, my sister Claudia got home with her new boyfriend, David, and things got harder to deal with.

My parents weren't particularly religious. We went to church on Christmas Eve and Easter and that's about it. But they were traditional enough that they weren't about to let their 24 year-old unmarried daughter share a bedroom with her new boyfriend over the holidays. So guess who had to make use of the top bunk in his room for the first time since middle school sleepovers and share a room with David?

Yep, lucky me.

My sister and I had actually gotten closer since I went to college--we texted all the time and usually FaceTimed at least once a week. She had told me all about the social scene at school before I went, but she's much more outgoing than me, so it wasn't all that helpful. But it was nice to have someone to talk to who'd been there too.

Claudia lived in Chicago and had some incomprehensible job in finance, where she met David at a work mixer last summer. They bonded over their shared love of doing triathlons and, from what she'd hinted at with me, a healthy compatibility in the bedroom.

I'd never met David, but Claudia had posted pictures, and I'd stalked his Insta. And of course he was hot as fuck.

They arrived just in time for dinner on Friday night. Claudia practically dove out of the passenger seat of his Prius, grabbing me up in a huge hug.

"Teddy!" she squealed. "You look so GROWN UP! How is college? You have to tell me EVERYTHING!"

She pulled me into the house and immediately sat me down on the couch for an interrogation. Of course her main questions were about my love life. Had I met anyone? Had I been going to parties? Had I tried out the gay student organizations? That sort of thing. I had considered lying and saying I had a boyfriend, but I knew that would open a whole other line of inquiry, so I told a half-truth and said I hadn't met anyone special yet.

Meanwhile, I watched my parents greet David. They took to him immediately. He'd brought a few bottles of expensive wine in addition to the wrapped gifts piled in their trunk. Claudia must have told him wine was the key to my parents' heart.

David was able to spend Christmas with us, Claudia had explained, because he's Jewish. (She'd attended their Thanksgiving as a compromise.) And as I said, he was a fox. He had dark hair with a bit of a curl to it, cropped fairly short, and the kind of face that never fully looked completely smooth. Even after he shaved, as he clearly had today, David's face betrayed a slight 5 o'clock shadow. I could tell from the open collar of his dress shirt that he had a hairy chest too. I'd say he was about 5'10" or 5'11", just a touch taller than me. His body seemed lean and toned, which made sense since he and my sister had already done two triathlons together and were training for an Ironman.

I got up and introduced myself. David gave me a firm handshake and a genuine smile. He had sparkling eyes and an easy manner, and I liked him immediately. (Get your mind out of the gutter...it's Christmas!) I offered to take his bags up to my (our) room and he demurred, asking me to show him the way.

When we got to my room, I told him I'd take the top bunk.

"Man!" David exclaimed, setting down his suitcase and a backpack. "I haven't had a roommate since college. You must be enjoying having a room to yourself when you're home. Sorry to cramp your style dude."

"It's cool," I replied. "I actually have a single at school so it'll be fun to try out roommate life for a few days."

"Nice! I would have killed for a single my freshman year. My roommate was an absolute slob."

We made small talk for a bit. He was a cool dude, easy to talk to, and I appreciated the effort he put into getting to know me. Claudia had dated a few duds in the past, so David was a relief.

"I gotta say though," he said, conspiratorially. "When Claud asked me to come for Christmas, staying in a room with her little brother isn't *exactly* what I was picturing. You know what I mean?"

I felt my face get hot with embarrassment. David laughed, hard.

"I'm kidding! Dude, you blush hard!"

Thankfully, my mom calling us down for dinner put a kibosh on any more talk of him fucking my sister.

Dinner was pleasant. Claudia dominated the conversation, as usual, and I could tell that David was a good match for her by the way he let her big personality shine. After dinner, my parents turned in (they always go to bed early) and me, Claudia, and David stayed up longer, sneaking another bottle of wine and chatting. By the time we were ready for bed, I was a little drunk.

I headed upstairs to my room, but before I turned down the hallway I stopped, hearing the unmistakable sound of lips smacking downstairs. They were clearly making out. Unable to control my curiosity, I lingered for a few minutes, eventually hearing some whispering.

"Not tonight baby," she said. "My whole family's upstairs." David whispered something to her, too low for me to hear, and then I heard a playful giggle and she said "tomorrow or Christmas, I promise."

I heard them walking towards the stairs, and the guilt at spying turned into panic. Quietly as I could manage, I ran to my room and awkwardly climbed the ladder to the top bunk, rolling onto my back and pretending to be on my phone. David came into the room a minute later.

"Oh, hey Teddy," he said. "Fuck, I'm beat."

"I bet. It's a long drive."

He grunted in affirmation as he pulled off his sweater and began to unbutton his dress shirt. I averted my eyes back to my phone, but as soon as I saw him unbuckle his belt I had to sneak a look. David had a lithe, lean body that showed hints of hidden power. His muscles were tight and coiled, two small but defined pecs over a nice flat stomach. He was indeed hairy, totally unkempt, in a sexy 70s sort of way. And from the back, his ass looked pert.

"I sleep in just undies, that okay?" he asked. I hoped he hadn't caught me staring.

"Sure, whatever you like."

"Cool. Thanks again for letting me crash with you."

David grabbed his dopp kit and went into my bathroom. I noticed he had taken his phone with him. I heard the usual bedtime bathroom sounds, and then nothing for a while. I grew suspicious, so pulled the covers over my head, peeking out only the tiniest bit.

Sure enough, when David got out of the bathroom, what was flopping around in his Calvins was a dick that had, until very recently, been hard. I was sure of it: he had just jerked off. You can't hide that. And by the looks of it, David had a decent amount to hide. My suspicions were confirmed when he, glancing up my way and thinking I was asleep, gave it a few absent-minded final tugs.

Fuck I was horny.

I couldn't sleep at all. Once I heard him sawing logs below me, I climbed down the ladder as stealthily as I could, tiptoed into the bathroom, and jerked a quick load of my own into the toilet.

Now, I want to be crystal clear before any of your perverts get ahead of yourselves: nothing happened with me and David. I tell you this only as context for how unbelievably horny I was while stuck at home with nothing to do.

Christmas Eve we went to church. David dutifully sat through the service. I felt my phone buzz a couple of times right near the end, but knew I'd get a chewing out from my mom if I took it out. Finally, the service ended and when I checked my phone, my heart dropped to the floor.

I had two texts from Carson:

"Bitch what's your home address?"

And then 6 minutes later:

"FAGGOT DO YOU NOT REMEMBER OUR DEAL?"

That was 4 minutes ago. My hands shaking, I typed like my life depended on it.

"I'm so sorry sir! I was at church and couldn't check my phone. Please, it'll never happen again!"

I couldn't believe how bad my luck had been. Of all times for Carson to contact me, he'd found the only time I wasn't clutching my phone waiting for it. I stared at our texts and then, seeing the three little dots indicating he was typing, held my breath and prayed.

"I'll let it slide this time bitch. Just remember you only have one God."

"Yes sir! You're my only God. I worship every inch of you!"

"Damn right fag. Now what's your home address? And send me 5 good pics of you including at least 2 nudes."

I quickly told him my address, and sent him a variety of my best pics. I was a horny college freshman; of course I had nudes on hand. But then I heard nothing. We drove home and had a late supper, and I couldn't stop checking my phone. My whole family could tell something was up, but I was too on edge to care. Curiosity was killing me: Carson was up to something, and I had to know what it was.

We watched Mister Magoo's Christmas Carol, as is our Christmas Eve family tradition, and just as Scrooge ordered the turkey to the Cratchits', my phone buzzed.

"Go on Grindr. Now."

I excused myself, ran to my bedroom and locked the door. I opened Grindr. It certainly wasn't the first time I'd been trolling that app this break. When I logged on this time, however, I saw a new account--20 feet away, age 18--that I'd never seen before. But I sure recognized the headless torso.

It was me.

And the headline couldn't have been more clear: BORROW MY COLLEGE SUB.

I clicked on the profile, and read the description: "Be under 30 and in shape. The more dom and alpha the better. He has few limits and loves 'em big."

My dick went from 0 to 60 in no time. The app chirped, and I saw that the account had messaged me. Quivering with anticipation, I opened it.

"Merry XXXmas, bitch"

***

Nothing happened that night. I was a nervous wreck. Carson didn't text, and I didn't hear another word from his new Grindr account. I didn't even understand how he'd managed it, but later he would explain that he'd downloaded an app that lets you mask your phone's location.

A fitful night of little sleep followed, although not for the usual childish reasons on Christmas Eve. I was the last to wake up, rudely roused from slumber by my sister screaming in my doorway that it was time to open presents.

We gathered around the tree. David seemed amused to be participating in his first real Christmas. When he opened the sweater I gave him (picked out by my sister, of course), he thanked me and drew me into a bear hug. His body felt so tight and warm. Even that level of human contact nearly overwhelmed my already frayed nerves.

We always had an open house on Christmas, so the day passed quickly as friends and relatives stopped by. I got to see various aunts and uncles, cousins, a few kids to dote on, but my Christmas cheer was muted by the constant aching curiosity over what Carson was scheming for me.

I won't pretend to be proud of myself. Even as I desperately ached for any message from him, the smallest indication he was thinking about me, even in this bizarre, controlling way, I still felt a tinge of shame at shirking the obligations of my family in favor of the obligations of my master. The holiday passed in a dissociative haze.

After the last guests had left, everyone stuffed from eating all day, we watched another movie. I couldn't tell you what it was. My parents went to bed halfway through, leaving just me, Claudia, and David. They were cuddling under a blanket, giggling and clearly all over each other. I took the hint, and headed to bed.

I assumed giving David some privacy with my sister would mean I'd have some privacy of my own in my room. I was right: he didn't turn in for another hour, during which time I edged myself to porn while keeping a constant eye on Grindr. Carson's account had remained active all day. Whether that meant he was finding someone for me, and whether I'd even want that, remained to be seen. But it was driving me crazy.

David returned to the room, a satisfied look on his face. I tried not to think about what that meant. He noticed me still awake and gave me a "hey man" as he headed into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on.

Then I got a text from Carson.

Then another, and another.

The first was a dropped pin on Google Maps. Hands shaking, I tapped on it and saw what looked like the parking lot in Underhill Park across town.

The other two texts couldn't have been more clear.

"Found someone to use you."

"30 minutes. Don't be late."

I quickly responded: "Can I ask who, sir?"

He replied instantly: "You'll see."

Shit. I felt torn. On the one hand, I had been waiting for this all day. On the other hand, I was walking into a totally unknown, terrifying situation. And on a third hand, I had no idea how I would even get there.

My horniness quickly drowned out my inhibitions. So far, whenever Carson had shared me with someone, it was another stud I'd gladly have put out for anyway. Surely he wouldn't loan me out to someone gross if he had any intention of sticking his dick in my holes ever again. No, Carson liked to have power over me, and could be sadistic, but he wasn't cruel. This would be hot.

But how would I get there? I wracked my brain for solutions. I couldn't risk opening the garage door for my parents' cars. If there was a bus system in this town I had no idea how to use it, or if it was running. And even if I could find an Uber at nearly midnight on Christmas, how could I be sure I'd be able to get home? It was freezing outside.

Then David came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, shirtless, glistening, resplendent, and I got an idea.

"Hey David," I said coyly. "Can I ask you a huuuuuge favor?"

"Sure bud, what's up?" he asked, looking curious.

"So I know this is a lot, but can I borrow your car for a little bit? I wanna sneak out and see a friend."

David clearly understood what I meant, because he smiled and chuckled. I was lucky to catch him in a moment of post-sex magnanimity. Thanks, Claudia. In the dim light, I saw him shuffle through his bag and then suddenly felt a set of keys tossed at my chest.

"Just keep it off the seats, okay?" he said with a grin.

"Yes sir!" I said, the implication of the sentence not lost on me.

I quickly ran into the bathroom for what must have been the fastest and quietest enema of my life, threw on some clothes, and headed downstairs. Silently as I could, I opened and shut the front door to the house, and scurried across the icy front yard to David's car waiting at the curb.

Thank God he drove a Prius. The car started almost silently. I blasted the heat, and then with Google's help took off in the direction of Underhill Park.

The streets were empty and quiet, due to both the holiday and the hour. I passed only a handful of other cars and found myself pulling into the parking lot with a few minutes to spare. I texted Carson I was there, but received no response.

So far, this winter hadn't brought snow, but it was still cold out. I kept the car running, both to stay warm and in case I needed to make a quick getaway.

10 minutes passed, then 20. I began to think I was being stood up, or perhaps there was never anyone coming at all and Carson was fucking me. That didn't seem like him, though. I texted him again and got back a curt "just wait faggot." Finally, after what felt like forever, a pair of headlights indicated another car pulling into the lot and parking right next to me.

It was a police car.

Immediately, I began to panic. I knew I wasn't doing anything wrong. It wasn't illegal to be out late at night. I had a valid driver's license. I hadn't been drinking, except a couple mugs of mulled wine my sister snuck me many hours prior. But still, the sight of the cop car, while I was waiting for an unknown and risky sexual encounter, had my hackles raised.

The driver turned off the ignition, stepped out of the car, and slowly walked around to my driver's side door. In the darkness I couldn't make out anything but a tall, dark form. He tapped lightly on the window with a flashlight.

I rolled down the window, blinded a little by the light shining in. A blast of cold air greeted my face.

"Can-- can I help you, officer?"

He flicked off the flashlight. As my eyes adjusted I looked up and saw a handsome face, mid-20s, olive skin, a dark goatee. A quick glance to his badge told me this was Officer Ramirez.

"Yes, Teddy, I think you can," he said.

I looked up in shock at my name. Ramirez laughed. His teeth glinted bright white in the darkness. He reached down with one hand and grabbed the back of my head and smashed it into his crotch.

Carson, you've outdone yourself, I thought.

As my face was pressed against the crotch of this cop's uniform pants, he spoke in a low voice above me.

"Your boy Carson told me you've got the best throat around. That true, boy?"

"Yes, officer," I mumbled as I mouthed his package, which was growing quickly into quite the monster.

"Let's see."

He stepped back and reached to his side. In the low light I saw something swing and before I knew it the end of a nightstick was presented to me.

"Suck," he ordered.

I opened my lips and began to administer a full-on blowjob to his nightstick. The absurdity of the situation wasn't lost on me, but Ramirez's commanding demeanor, not to mention the 2 weeks I'd gone without any action, had me horny and pliable. My own cock was rock hard in my pants.

"That's a good cocksucker. Show me that you deserve a taste of this." He pawed his package. It looked like quite a handful.

The nightstick was thicker than any dick, so I could barely get my mouth around it, but I did my best to simulate the best head I could give. I bobbed up and down the few inches I could fit. I gagged myself on it. I used a hand to mime jerking. After a few minutes of this, Ramirez pulled the nightstick away and clipped it back to his belt.

He unbuttoned his pants and unzipped the fly as he stepped right up to my open window. I saw the top of a set of Santa Claus boxers but his big hand pulled them down and scooped out a nice, thick uncut cock and a heavy set of balls, framed by a bush of unruly black hair.

Ramirez's dick, not quite fully hard yet, looked tasty as hell. It was an average length but quite girthy. His foreskin pulled tight against the glistening head. As the frigid breeze passed us I got a whiff of his ripe, spicy scent, not unlike Jake Thorn's had been the last time I'd gotten a crack at his uncircumcised piece. I guess uncut, unshowered dudes smell similarly.

I didn't have much time to admire Ramirez's stick, as he quickly pulled my face onto it. I opened my mouth and was greeted with the whole thing shoved straight down my throat. I gagged a little, not at the size but at the shock of the intrusion, but quickly adjusted as he began to piston in and out of my mouth. The taste was ripe, manly, animalistic, but I didn't get to linger on it.

This was a rough, selfish facefuck, and I was so here for it. Ramirez had my skull gripped in both hands and was using my mouth as a pussy.

"Fucking hell. You faggots always give the best dome. Your buddy Carson's a lucky guy to own this throat," he grunted above me between thrusts.

Since I was basically being held in place by my skull, my hands were free, so I reached down and stuck one hand into my pants and jerked my dick. I was right on the edge, so I kept it under control, not wanting to cream my jeans too soon.

Ramirez gave me a strenuous skullfuck for about 10 minutes. He wasn't the most verbal, occasionally saying how good my throat was but otherwise keeping quiet. At some point he took out his phone and began shining the flashlight down on me. I assumed this was for a video to go to Carson, and at this point who was I to question it?

Eventually, he pulled his dick from my slobbering mouth and told me to lick his balls. I dove into his hairy nuts and gave them the best tongue bath I could. Meanwhile Ramirez jerked his big dick above me, occasionally slapping my forehead with it.

Finally, he pulled away.

"Open up, faggot!" he commanded. I opened my mouth. He jerked his dick wildly for another 30 seconds, and then with a deep grunt sprayed my face and open mouth with blast after blast of hot white cum. He kept cumming for what felt like forever; I lost count of how many shots erupted from that cop cock. The warmth of his nut burned my face as it froze in the winter air.

I swallowed what cum had landed in my mouth and then licked the remaining splooge from Ramirez's cock, cleaning under his foreskin and around the head. He pushed me away, not before saying "cheese!" and snapping a pic. I heard the chirp of a Grindr message being sent, and assumed Carson was being notified of my new debasement.

"How long you in town for, kid?" Ramirez asked.

"Another couple weeks, officer."

"What's your Snap? Maybe I'll feed you another load before you leave."

I gave him my Snapchat. As he typed it into his phone, I saw he wore a wedding ring. He saw me noticing it and brought a finger up to his lips: shhh.

With that, Officer Ramirez zipped up his pants, walked around to his car, turned on the engine and drove off. I was left sitting in David's Prius, cum freezing on my face, laughing to myself about what a slut I'd become.

And don't think for a second I hadn't nutted hard into my own pants too.

***

Officer Ramirez snapped me the very next day, a quick video of his hard dick slapping against what looked to be a taut set of hairy abs, lying in bed. I responded with the drooling emoji. He told me he'd let me know when he wanted my mouth next.

I had done a little Googling and found out that Patrolman Miguel Ramirez was 26 and had been married for 3 years to a woman named Christina who loved to Instagram her dinners and occasionally her husband. Other than her posts, there wasn't much to go on.

I wasn't wild about the idea of helping a married man cheat on his wife, but I was also horny as shit all the time and couldn't say no to Carson. When he asked me, in his curt way, if I'd had fun, I'd said "yes sir" and thanked him for the gift. He told me I could service Ramirez again "if you want" which I took as code for "you better fucking do it."

Over the next couple weeks, I snuck away and sucked cop cock two more times. Once, I snuck out of the house late at night, having no car after Claudia and David left, and he picked me up a few blocks away. I gave him road head as he drove around on patrol, the camera in his squad car discreetly turned off. He blasted a thick, chunky load straight into my gullet as we drove past the supermarket, my nose buried in his thick pubes.

The second time, I borrowed my mom's car "to see a friend for lunch" and met Officer Ramirez at his house. It was around noon and his wife was at work. It was his day off. I had very specific instructions about where to park, how to walk to his house, which door to go in, etc. I assumed this was all to avoid any neighbors noticing a strange teen coming into his home.

I arrived at the appointed time and followed his instructions to the letter. I parked down the street, followed the appointed route to his ranch-style house, and knocked 3 times on the side door to the garage.

Ramirez answered in a wifebeater and navy basketball shorts. He was panting with effort and his tank was soaked through with sweat. I noticed a weight bench behind him and realized he'd been working out. He quickly ushered me into the garage, checking to make sure no one had seen me enter.

"Sup boy?" he said between deep breaths as he sat back down on the bench, a dirty smile curling the corner of his lips.

"Hello officer," I said, grinning. "How can I be of service today?"

Ramirez looked me up and down for a long moment. I realized I'd only ever seen him in his uniform. Out of it, he had a nice muscular body. Not as lean as the college studs I was used to, but fit and filled out, a man's body. His chest glistened with sweat, and a dusting of dark hair blossomed from his pecs. The bulge in his shorts made me hungry.

He must have noticed me admiring him, because he gave a small chuckle.

"You like servicing real men, don't you boy?"

"Yes sir!"

"What are your favorite things to do for a man? If you tell me real good maybe I'll let you do them for me."

I gulped, and decided that because I was already the dirty little secret in the room, and because of that discretion seemed assured, honesty was the best policy.

"I love to serve as an on-call cocksucker for masculine, dominant men. I've serviced several men at college, mostly my master Carson. I suck his dick and swallow his load whenever he wants, as often as he wants. I eat his ass, lick his nuts and pits, and drink his piss and spit. I've cleaned his room and done his laundry for him. I'm happy to do whatever he wants as long as I get to serve him. And I love most of all when he fucks my tight ass with his big alpha cock until he cums deep inside me."

Ramirez had raised his eyebrows, surprised by my candor and the extent to which I was willing to submit.

"Well," he started, a little lost for words. "I'm not interested in most of that. But if you're offering to toss my sweaty salad, I'm all for that shit!"

With that, he whipped his shorts and underwear down, stepped out of them, and turned around so he had one knee up on the weight bench, his ass in the air.

I dropped to my knees and briefly inspected Ramirez's hole. It was a straight man's asshole all right, completely untamed, hair matted all around, sweaty and ripe. I took a discreet sniff to detect any unwelcome scents, and finding none, dove in tongue first.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck yeah, puta," he purred.

It was a nice, tight, wet hole. The sweat on Ramirez's ass tasted delicious. His sphincter was tight and unyielding to my tongue; I wondered if anyone had ever eaten his ass before. As I lapped at his hole and crack, I kneaded his muscular butt cheeks with my hands. Continuing my oral ministrations, tasting all the sweat that had accumulated on his ass since whenever his last shower was, I reached through his legs and fondled his big, hairy balls, a load waiting in them for me one way or another.

Further up, his dick was rock hard. I stroked it gently, feeling his foreskin glide effortlessly along. I swiped a finger along his piss slit and found a big drop of precum had accumulated. I brought it back to my lips and savored the salty taste.

"On your back," Ramirez said eventually, patting the weight bench.

I laid down with my head on the bench. He stepped over me and squatted down, sitting on my face. His nuts hung heavily on my chin as he smashed his asshole into my mouth, grinding away. It was all I could do to keep my mouth open so he could use my tongue to swipe across his hairy pucker. I could feel from the bouncing of his balls that he was jerking himself.

Ramirez sat fully on my face for a minute and let me worm my tongue against his tight hole. I got the tip slightly in, but no further. Then suddenly his ass was gone and I saw his face, dripping sweat and hot with lust.

"Open," he commanded.

I opened my mouth as he leaned slightly over and hocked up some spit. The loogie fell slowly from his mouth right onto my tongue, the wet spit coating it and sliding down toward my throat. Before I could react, he pushed his thick dick into my mouth and deep into my throat.

There was no warm up. Ramirez long-dicked my face from the start, straddling the bench and holding my skull in both hands. All I could do was attempt to breathe whenever possible and let the assault on my throat happen.

Drool and throat slime gushed out of the sides of my mouth. I could taste Ramirez's precum as the head of his dick passed my tongue. He was pistoning in and out so fast I could barely keep up.

Eventually, he shoved the whole thing in, all the way to the hilt, his nuts resting on my nostrils. Between the thick cock stuffing my throat and the giant hairy balls blocking my nose, I couldn't breathe at all.

I reached up to try to push him away, but he grabbed my wrists and held them against my sides, overpowering me. My whole body convulsed in panic. I squirmed and struggled and just as I felt like I was about to black out, he pulled his dick all the way from my throat.

A torrent of actual vomit rushed out over my face before I could even take in a much-needed breath. Thankfully all I'd eaten that day was some toast for breakfast, but still, the sour smell of bile overwhelmed me.

Looming above, Ramirez looked wild with lust. I guess he was a true dominant after all. As I gasped and watched him, warily, he grabbed his phone and snapped a quick photo of my ruined face. Then he whipped off his wifebeater, swiped it roughly across my face, dropped it to the floor and then aimed his weapon at my mouth again. He pushed in, began another round of rough long-dicking, and within 20 seconds, accompanied by a series of wild groans, he buried his tool deep in my gullet and blasted a humongous Latin load straight into my stomach.

Ramirez always came like a monster, but this load seemed to go for a full minute. I could feel his shaft pulsing in my mouth, time and again. Lunch was served. Finally, he pulled out slowly, until just the tip was in my mouth. I suckled on it, swallowing any remaining drops of his baby batter. Above me, I heard again the telltale click of a camera. Carson would be pleased with this one.

TO BE CONTINUED...

UP NEXT: Teddy accompanies Carson and Matt to an away game...