"I definitely want to see your hammer."
From Create Your Own Story
"You do, do ya?" Len grins.
You nod, biting your lip.
Len undoes his jeans and tugs them open, pulling down his underwear behind the fly and revealing a thick and slightly curved cut cock, about 8 1/2 inches, with a bulbous head. His gloved hand grips his dick for a moment. He's already hard.
"On your knees," he says, in a voice that leaves little room for argument. You obey, and he takes two steps closer to you. One gloved hand moves through your hair, gripping, and he tugs you toward the thick curved meat he holds in his other hand. You open your mouth, and start to suck.
"Yeah, that's a good fuckboy," Len says. He grips your hair, but once your hands rise to his thighs he lets go of his cock and pushes himself into your mouth. His cock's curve is a bit harder to handle than other dicks you've sucked, but you manage, taking the thick length into your mouth and running your tongue along his shaft. He shifts slightly above you, and you glance up in time to see him put a cigarette into his mouth, and then light it - all one handed, and obviously practiced.
You lick and suck and slurp on his dick, covering his shaft with your saliva as the room fills with the scent of smoke. His hand grips your hair, and he slowly pumps his cock in your mouth. The taste of precome, salty and musky, starts to grow slick in your mouth while he drags the last few pulls from his cigarette. A moment later he reaches past you and stubs out the smoke on some unseen surface behind you. Both hands grip your hair, and he pulls your mouth from his cock, slapping your face with it almost lazily.
"Damn, fuckboy, you are one quality cocksucker. You sure it ain't my birthday?" He grins.
You smile, and his thick curved dick slaps against your cheek again. You dart your tongue at it for a quick lick. He grips your head tighter, tugging you toward him a little.
"Careful, fuckboy... Or you're gonna have to swallow."
You say...
