Cocksucker was stranded by the side of the deserted road for what felt like an eternity, his tire as flat as his hopes of making it home any time soon. He resigned himself to a long walk when the distant rumble of an engine pierced the oppressive silence.
The sound in the distance grew louder, and soon a dusty red pickup truck pulled over in a cloud of gravel. The driver’s door swung open, and out stepped a young guy all swagger and muscles, looking like he’d just rolled out of a beer commercial.
Cocksucker’s heart skipped a beat as the stud sauntered over, his eyes scanning his distressed form with a predatory gaze. The stud didn’t speak a word, but something in the way he moved suggested he had cocksucker all figured out, knew what he wanted, and was more than willing to take it from the old cocksucker.
Cocksucker’s pathetic cock twitched in his pants as the stud’s hand shot out, grabbing the back of his neck with surprising strength. In one fluid motion, he threw cocksucker to his knees.
“You’re gonna drink my jizz old cocksucker!” He said it as a command, a direction and that sort of statement that didn’t need a reply.
Cocksucker’s eyes widened, and he didn’t resist. He knew the score, knew what this kind of situation could mean for a cocksucker like him. The stud’s grip was firm, his hands rough and strong, sending electric shocks of pleasure through Cocksucker’s body. He looked up into the young stud’s eyes, dark and brooding, and for a brief moment, he was lost in them.
Without a word, the horny stud unbuckled his big fancy belt buckle and unzipped his fly, his thick cock springing out like a jack-in-the-box and the stud laughed. It was thick, cut and long, a weapon of ass destruction in the hands of someone who clearly knew how to use it.
Cocksucker’s mouth watered at the sight, his submissive instincts kicking in with a ferocity that surprised even him. He leaned in, eager to taste the sweet nectar he knew was waiting for him, to feel the power of this young bull.
The stud’s cock slammed into his mouth with the force of a battering ram, sending him reeling. He gagged, his eyes watering, but he took it like a champ, eager for every inch. He could feel the stud’s balls slapping against his chin, the heat of his body radiating like a furnace.
Cocksucker licked around the shaft, his tongue swirling around the head, savoring the salty taste. The young guy’s grip tightened, guiding him in a rhythm that was punishing but exhilarating, pushing his limits further than anyone ever had.
The stud’s hand was like a vice, keeping cocksucker’s head in place as he fucked his mouth with a ferocity that was both terrifying and intoxicating. The truck’s engine hummed in the background, the vibrations adding to the symphony of lust and desperation that played out on the deserted road.
Cocksucker’s cheeks hollowed with each deep-throated gulp, his nose buried in the stud’s pubes, his throat stretched to the max. The stud’s grunts grew louder, his hips bucking as he approached climax.
Cocksucker knew what was coming, could feel it in the tension of the cock in his mouth, the way it was swelling and pulsing. When it came, it was like a volcanic eruption, a torrent of hot cum that filled cocksucker’s mouth and spilled down his chin. He swallowed greedily, eager not to miss a single drop.
The stud finally released cocksucker, his cock slipping from cocksucker’s mouth with a wet pop. He looked down at the old man, his chest heaving, a smug smile playing on his lips. He knew he’d left cocksucker a mess, face and chest painted with his seed, knees trembling from the effort. The stud didn’t care. He’d gotten what he wanted: a quick, dirty blowjob from a desperate old cocksucker.
Cocksucker knelt there, panting, jizz dripping from his lips. The stud zipped up his pants, tucking his still half-hard cock away, and turned to leave. Cocksucker’s eyes followed him, his heart racing. He didn’t know the young man’s name, didn’t know where he was going, but he knew one thing: he’d never forget the feeling of those hands on him, the taste of his cum, or the way his eyes had bored into him.
As the truck’s engine roared to life and the dust cloud swallowed it whole, Cocksucker was left alone, knees in the dirt, cum on his face. He reached up with a trembling hand and wiped his mouth, smearing it further across his cheek. He felt used, but in the best possible way. The encounter had been raw, primal, everything he’d been craving and more.
He took a deep breath and stood, his legs wobbly. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving him with a strange mix of satisfaction and emptiness. He glanced around, the desolate landscape unchanged, as if the world hadn’t just shifted on its axis. It had, for him at least.
Cocksucker’s eyes fell to the flat tire, the reason for his unplanned rendezvous. With a sigh, he set to work, his mind reeling with the events that had just transpired. His hands moved mechanically as he changed the tire, his thoughts consumed by the memory of the stud’s cock in his mouth, the power he’d felt, the way he’d been used like a toy.
When he was done, he climbed back into his car, wiping the last traces of the encounter from his face.
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