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Generation Gap: Chapter Three
I was still gasping for air. My jaw was aching from my act of devout servitude to the anus of this large and sexually dominant old man. I felt my tongue throb from the heat and friction it had encountered within Bob's body. The rank and acrid taste of his rectum was still strong within my mouth.
Bob had forced me into this obscene act of anal worship by muscling me into position and by swiftly striking my testicles during my brief moment of revolt. I had never previously imagined that my first sexual exploration with another man would be like this. My mentor had literally put me in my place and had used me as he needed me: the old man required his prostate to be massaged in order to obtain a full erection.
"Do you see this? Take a good look at what you've done here."
He grabbed the base of his shaft and showed me the product of our oral and anal coupling. I almost needed to pan my vision to take in the sight of his full erection at this close perspective. Bob's cock appeared to be nearly every bit of eight inches in length, even though it had a slight curve. The girth of his manhood was remarkable by any standard. The shaft was thick and detailed with veins that pulsed. I could see it throb and was reminded again that this was a perverse 'reward' for my efforts in pleasing the old man.
As my eyes locked on the head of his cock, I saw a semi-steady stream of droplets coming from the piss slit. The head was engorged with blood. It was so tumescent at this point that it had turned a dark purple. I had never thought that a man's penis could reflect an emotional state, but Bob's looked unmistakably angry.
"You'll need a lot of lubrication for this. Just be glad I'm producing this much for you son. Now stick out that tongue again and draw out what you'll need."
Before I could voice my confusion at this statement, Bob placed his monstrously large hand behind my head and drew me in to the tip of his cock. My tongue instinctively parted my lips again as he pulled me forward. I saw a glistening drop of pre-cum as my eyes crossed in an attempt to focus. The moment of contact between my dry tongue and his slippery wet piss slit set off a nearly sickening sensation of lust deep in my brain. I knew then without any doubts that I was here to be a receptacle for his semen.
"I made up my mind a week ago that you would service me to completion. My wife's asshole owes you some thanks for this. She's been able to sit down without pain for the first time in several years because of you."
He laughed at his own joke as my tongue delved into his opening. I hadn't had any real life experience with large cocks before, and this one was an astonishing surprise. I was encountered with an orifice that was much larger than my own or any I had seen in pornography. With my head angled slightly, the tip of my tongue was actually entering him. The slit at the end of his cock expanded more as Bob applied pressure to the back of my head. The pre-cum washed onto my lips as the man massaged his bull sized testicles with the hand that wasn't manipulating me.
My exploration of his cock head continued like this for several minutes and my mind reeled with lust for him. My tongue was locked into place within yet another orifice of the very large man as the slick and salty wetness came steadily. Bob's low moans and my wet lapping were the only sounds in the locker room. The constant supply of his pre-cum began to mingle with my saliva as it slowly began to coat the back of my throat.
Bob released the back of my head, but I knew better than to draw away. His free hand now clamped onto my nipple and he began to pull. The sharp twist he applied brought an instant pain that immediately drew my attention from my still aching jaw and throbbing testes.
"I'll allow you to suckle on the head now. Use as much suction as you can muster now, because I want my Princess to be slick."
My jaw was forced apart as Bob penetrated my mouth. My lips formed a suction over the head of his penis as Bob urged me to action by twisting my tortured nipple. I sucked him then. I concentrated on drawing out even more of his lubrication as I was still coming to grasp what it was for.
The big appendage throbbed and pulsed as it now spewed the wetness into me. My throat was now swallowing in a futile effort to keep up with what he produced. How could anybody produce this much fluid without having an orgasm or urinating? Bob's lust was mounting and the sounds that came from him were deep and urgent. My devotion to the task was without question now. I had been reduced to serving him through force and finally through a lust driven submission.
"Are you ready to be fed now?"
The question in my eyes wasn't lost on him as he looked down on me. His hands found their way to the side of my skull and locked into place before I could offer any resistance. He pushed back so that the angle of his entry would be perfect for his need. The slow but forceful forward motion of his hips made his intentions clear as the first inches of shaft entered me.
All of the fluid which Bob spewed into my mouth had the exact effect he had wanted. My throat yielded to the intrusion and the head of his cock lodged inches past my uvula. My breath had caught short before as he shocked me with each new assault, but now my wind was gone. I spasmed at this point and Bob held me in place as I panicked and my body thrashed.
The overload to my senses had caught up with me. I felt my consciousness fade. I lost moments of time before I realized that I was still gagging from the obscenely large foreign object lodged in my windpipe. I had begun to breathe shallow hiccupping breaths through my nose.
I still wasn't fully mentally aware as Bob roughly continued his ritual of absolute dominance. His hands pulled my skull forward as the strength of his hips literally shoved more cock deeply into me. I had thought that the worst was behind me, but now found that the man had many more inches of meat to go before he was inside me completely.
The cold wetness on my cheeks brought me into a more awake state. My lust for Bob's cock and his approval had peaked when I was actively servicing him, but I had begun to sob and cry uncontrollably with the understanding that Bob was now raping my throat.
End Of Chapter Three. Chapter Four will be written after I've had a chance to read some of the readers' feedback. Any and all comments are welcomed.