"How about I blow out your candle?"
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, and with the other, he undoes his belt, and unzips his fly.
"Well?" he says.
You grin, and duck your head into his lap, where you tug out his cock from his underwear. He's got a thick dick, about 8 1/2 inches, with a slight curve to it and you stuff as much of it into your mouth as you can, sucking with abandon.
“Eager, aren’t ya?”
“Mmm,” you moan around his cock.
Len doesn’t need any more prodding. He grips your hair with his free hand while he smokes with the other one, and starts to push your face up and down on his cock.
“Liking that, aren't you?” Len says. He pushes you hard onto his dick, making you gag and choke a little, but you persevere, sucking and slurping his cock.
Len’s breaths grow wilder, and with a deep grunt, he empties a load in your mouth. He holds your head there for a moment, dick spurting in your throat, then lets go of your hair. You slurp up what you can, and then sit up.
"Damn good," he says, sucking back on his cigarette. He stubs it out once it's done, then tucks his dick back into his pants. Then he 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 come in you."
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