"How about you give me a birthday blow-job?"
From Create Your Own Story
"Done deal," he grins, then pushes away from the pool table. "Come on. I need a smoke something fierce, too."
You follow him, and he leads you to the front of the bar, against the flow of patrons entering the dimmed out pub. The bouncer nods at you as you pass through the front door, shooting you a hidden thumbs-up.
Len leads you to his pick-up, which smells like cigarettes and damp earth, and climbs in the cab. You get in the other side, and he pulls out his smokes and lighter. Once he's got a cigarette in his mouth, and lit, he leans one impressive muscular arm on the headrest behind you. After a few long drags, he puts it in the ashtray holder.
"Well?" he says.
You grin, and undo your belt and zipper, pulling out your cock, which is already hard.
Len doesn’t need any more prodding. He leans down and puts his hot mouth around your cock.
“Oh yeah,” you say, as he sucks and slurps your dick. You run one hand down his thick arm, squeezing his bicep, and he picks up his pace, sucking your meat with deep pressure up and down your shaft.
"Shit!" you say, and empty a load in his mouth. He holds his position for a moment, and swallows loudly before he leans back up again, grabs his cigarette, and puts it back in his mouth.
"Good?" he says, sucking back on his cigarette. He stubs it out once it's done.
"Very," you say.
Len turns the keys in the ignition.
"You coming home with me?" he asks. "I'm out of smokes, but I got a whole carton back at my place. More than enough for one after every time I pump a load in you."
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