You're Turn 2
© Lacylips@proton.me
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I had a hard time, literally, sleeping. Kept waking with a raging hardon with thoughts of Brads cock in my mouth, down my throat and ejaculating, filling me with his cum. This addiction took place very quickly.
As the sun crept thru the blinds it was too early to get ready for classes and I was so fucking horny I shoved down the sheets and my shorts beginning to stroke myself with those memories dancing in my brain. I knew it was sick but I wanted more cock. I loved getting stuffed with Brads hot thick tool. Dick in hand I glanced towards his bed and saw him ogling me pulling my morning wood.
He got out of bed and shucked his shorts while approaching me. With that stiff pick shaft waggling almost in my face he says "My turn."
I figured that it meant he was going to blow me. I was so wrong. "Your turn?" I asked.
"Yeah. My turn to shove my stiff cock down your wet and hungry throat! Open up slut."
I did not want to appear as insanely eager as I actually was to get his sweet teen cock between my lips so I kept them sealed. Grasping the base of his tool he smacked my cheeks with it like it was a riding crop them once again, as yesterday, smeared the clear sweet salty ooze bubbling from his slit over my lips to make for a slicker entry. The moment I let them relax he was in. Half way. My tongue got to work immediately savoring the heat, hardness and texture of that sweet appendage.
"Oh shit! You love this don't you sissy? You were born to be a cocksucker and with training you could be the best one ever. More dick?
I nodded as much as i could impaled as I was. Muttered more cock please'. Every 1/4 inch of shaft brushing my lips and the head traversing my tongue made me higher, more horny, more hungry for more cock. Guess I was a fucking slut. Oh please do not stop I hoped. I was sliding into what I later learned was a cock suckers trance as the pistoning of prick in my mouth had a hypnotic effect. If I could I would have yelled shove it in my throat, fucker! Every new splash of early dick sauce brought more intense sucking action. gobs of slimy mucus and gallons of saliva to lubricate my pleasantly penetrated portal. It seemed my vocabulary was very limited by then. More cock! Fuck me. Fuck my mouth. Make me your sissy whore. Seems I had heard that in some porn along the way.
I was leaking so much precum my groin was soaked. Most of my lower face was fully drenched as well and continuing rivulets of spit drizzled from around Brads tasty tool and streamed over my cheeks and chin wetting my neck and saturating my pillow case. My face must have resembled a pie topping of meringue, foamy and white. I knew my dessert was coming soon as the pounding slowed and the grunting began.
Brad lurched some and his cock swelled momentarily. I could feel it on the way like sensing the subway running under the city sidewalks. The A train of sperm had exited the depot of his nuts in a rush to it final destination, my mouth. Oh jeez! So fucking much. How did he brew a batch that big overnight. He had extra balls somewhere? Of fuck, go ahead drown me with it. Choke me with gloppy semen. Baste my face with gonad gravy. What a fucking breakfast!
Pop! Brad pulled the penile projectile from my still wanting and eager to please lips. He had an early class.
Once he dressed and was gone i was still about passed out from the pleasure and took my time getting up and heading into the shower. Back in the room I dove into my dresser for clean underwear but the first thing my sensitive fingers touched were not the cotton briefs but one of the sexy nylon pairs I had copped from my sisters wardrobe. If I had a little more time I would have laid back in bed and pumped out a load using them as a prop as I so often did at home. Maybe even drape one of her sexy lace underwire bras over my naked chest at the same time for an extra thrill. Not enough time for that but with any resistance I had gone away I instead slipped my sexy sissy butt into a pair. Oh Who would know. I would and it felt great walking across campus with my dick enjoying the silky feel.
What the hell was I becoming?
More to follow.
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