Page 47 of Snowballing

I had absolutely no faith that I could, but I wanted to please this man so bad.

I don’t know if it was holiday magic or that he was spewing so much precum my throat was just that slick, but all it took was a few breaths through my nostrils and I was rewarded with his pubes tickling my nose.

“That’s a good boy. Suck my cock, Gareth.”

I concentrated on breathing, my throat full of dick, while I undulated my tongue as much as I could with so little room. At the same time, I couldn’t wait anymore, the pressure was too much. I unbuttoned my pants to give my dick some room.

I pulled almost all the way off his dick, my tongue teasing the tip, swirling inside his foreskin, and then plunged it back down my throat. I still couldn’t believe it slid all the way in so easily. It’s no wonder he had a popular video online. His dick was a thoroughbred.

I pulled off again, causing more profanities to leave his mouth, and worked my way down his shaft to give his balls some attention.

“Pull on ‘em like you did before,” he commanded. “They liked that.”

I did as he said, pulling the skin tight. It looked like two water balloons; the man was obscenely proportionate. I don’t know how he walked around every day with all this in his pants.

“Fuck, your beard feels so good.”

“Oh yeah?”

I teased up his shaft with my cheek, letting the bristly hair caress his soft skin. He almost lost his footing from the sensation, only catching himself from falling by rooting his grip in my hair. I hadn’t told him I liked that rough shit.

I wanted this man to claim me.

Alternating shallow licks with deep throat, my hand and mouth in tandem, sucking and stroking, it wasn’t long before he called me off.

“I wanna cum inside you, but I want your other hole again before I decide which one to bust in.”

He really could just pick a hole. I’d be satisfied with either at this point, but the memory of our hotel fuck had me wanting to feel his bare skin inside me.

“I haven’t had any other clients since before our first night,” I blurted.

I looked up, waiting for his reaction, and he rewarded me with a smile. “That’s…interesting.”

“I know it’s not sexy to say, but I get tested between clients. I can get my phone and show you the results.”

“I trust you, Gareth.” He brushed his fingers down my jawline through my beard until they landed on my lips. I opened my mouth slightly, eyes still locked on his. “Do you trust me?”

I nodded. I knew I’d be safe with Eli.

He pushed me back, but before he could make another move, I stopped him. “Hold on. Finish stripping. Shirt, jock, socks.”

He stood there, staring.

“Please?” I added another lick from his sack to the head to encourage him.

In a matter of seconds, his gorgeous body was on full display for me and I was the one staring.

“See something you like?”

“Many things, actually.”

Eli knelt before me. I had no idea what he was doing. He grabbed my left foot and pulled my sock off, then did the same for the other foot.

“You’re right. Socks aren’t sexy.”

I started to laugh, but was caught by surprise when he yanked my pants down to my knees and pulled the bunched up fabric up towards my face. He gave my ass a little slap and said, “Slide down the couch a bit.”

I did as I was told. His hands were still on me, keeping me off the floor.