I awoke the next morning. Bed empty but body sore after the pounding I took last night. There were sounds coming from the kitchen. I heard a strange voice coming from the kitchen, speaking on the phone. It was one that belonged to neither my sister nor my brother-in-law.
I got up and dressed after showering and washing that filthy yet sexy man stench of old cum off me. (I made sure to squirt some on my fingers and take a taste of that man juice, it was more potent than my brother-in-law’s). Then I went out and found something spectacular. Taller than Jorge. Wider too. And as we know from last night… thicker and longer! I’m stuck, rooted in the spot between the hallway and the living room/kitchen area. Wearing the barest hint of underwear that was stretch around a muscular ass, even more so around a fat bulge that outlined both the mushroom cockhead and hanging balls. He devoured some bacon and eggs like he had a vendetta against him. There was no delicacy to the way he ate. He was a caveman, eating as if someone would come in and stop him. Eating with a wild vigour. Devouring the food.
Once he had destroyed everything but the plate itself, he glanced to the side for a second. I don’t know if he noticed me staring at him, but the next thing he does is pull down the front of his tiny underwear, and let’s his cock and balls swing out. Without looking he says one word. ‘Suck.’ I’m shocked. Sucking dick in the day time? Where we both can clearly see each other? I did not even know this man’s name yet. And I usually do this in the cover of night.
After a couple of seconds or so of me standing there in shock, he says more adamantly, ‘Suck!’
My legs move themselves before my mind can catch up, and before I know it im under the kitchen table. The man stench hits me before I am even close enough to put it in my mouth. Once I get closer it gets stronger, and I see some specks of dried cum in his thick pubic hair. This man didn’t even shower after fucking me last night!
I place the semi-hard mushroom head in my throat. Gagging at the smile, but hard as fuck in my shorts, already leaking pre-cum. This is the first dick I have ever sucked.
And I’m in for another while ride, when, just as it enters my mouth and before I can begin to do anything akin to sucking, he grabs my head and pushes that mushroom past my uvula and down my throat in one fell swoop. I am past any sort of choking, let alone breathing, while he holds my head there, nose against his rancid man pubes. It gets harder as the seconds pass by and when it is full erect and reaching almost down to my stomach, he pulls the entire thing out to let me breath. Although it was more to let me get a gasp of air before shoving the whole thing back in. He’s so much more considerate than Jorge, with letting me breath. Every couple of seconds after raping my aesophagus, he pulls entirely out to let me breathe.
This goes on until mid-morning, him still hard as fuck, leaking more and more rivulets of thick pre-cum down my throat.
Before he can cum, he pulls me out from under the table and lifts me off the floor and into his thick arms, crushing me against his body and sticking his thick tongue down my throat. Exploring my mouth, while also sticking two thick fingers into my freshly washed ass. I yelp in pain and he smiles, removing his tongue, his eyes open watching my expressions.
He lifts me further off the ground, wraps my legs around his waist, as he lifts me higher to move his wet cock head between my legs. He lowers my sore, barely recovered hole onto that fat head. I cry out, trying to get used to the thickness, the length, as he pushes further into me. When I was fucked by brother-in-law I had days, if not weeks, to recover. My sore hole protested by being filled again, but my tiny penis was rock hard almost to the point I thought my cock head would burst, as he filled me up. He took his time, lifting and dropping me back on it again, all while his tongue never left my throat. He was gentle this time. Loving almost. Showing a care I would never expect from my brother-in-law. Once he was satisfied with getting me accustomed to his beast-cock, he lowered me right down, and ground my hips against his, his rough, dirty pubes grinding against my smooth ass. He kept me in this position, sticking his thick tongue down my throat again, making love to my throat, gently but forcefully, his cock throbbing in my intestines with every push of his tongue. I felt my hole prolapse, pushing out further to accommodate him. I lost control of my bladder eventually, letting go all over him with a mixture of thick white cum and yellow hot piss.
I still don’t know his name, but I will marry him someday, mark my words.
At that moment the door opened, I moved to get off him as quickly as possible, but he held me firmly in place with his thick harms, holding me so tight I feared he might break a bone.
‘Happy you’re home, bro. I got the fag warmed up for you.’
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