Page 6 of Snowballing

His hands traveled from my stomach around my hips and cupped my cheeks, bringing my torso close to his face. It surprised me he was clean-shaven. I had expected daddy vibes from the instructions, but it almost felt like he was my age.

“Your workouts are paying off. You have the body of Adonis.”

I swallowed, trying to remember this was a roleplay. “I’ve been trying hard to work on my core. Coach says that’s the key to a strong butt- I mean, body.”

He chuckled at my slip of the tongue and squeezed my aforementioned butt, causing me to twitch and lose my balance.

My hands tried to find purchase on the bed below, but he was too fast and caught me under my arms. It only took a few seconds to realize that in my panic, my hands had pushed his shorts down.

Holy fuck.

“That’s a penis.”

Why the fuck did I just say that?

“It sure is, champ. Want to get a closer look?”

Thank Christ, he thought it was part of my act, but it wasn’t. His dick should be on a commemorative postage stamp. Bridges and highways should be named in its honor. TenInchTop Boulevard, the newest high-fashion district, coming to the North Shore this spring.

I felt my hole tighten at the thought of getting railed by it. Something he’d be doing later since he was quite clear on the trajectory of the evening. I’d have to send a thank you note to my Scoutmaster for teaching me to always be prepared.

His hands reflexively pulled back to rest behind him while I knelt between his legs. His dick was fully hard and definitely ten inches, if not a little more. It was mesmerizing. A thick vein snaked its way up half its length before splitting in two; one disappeared around the shaft, the other ran to the head and melted into the foreskin. The dark pink head glistened, just a little redder by his slit where a bead of precum had collected.

“It’s not gonna bite.”

I glanced up at him and smiled. “It’s just…it’s bigger than I thought, sir.”

“Think you can handle it?”

I nodded, opened my mouth and leaned forward, engulfing the head, and tried not to react when my hand couldn’t even wrap around the entire girth. It was literally the biggest dick I’d ever seen in person, and I started to question if my ass could handle it. But I didn’t quit drinking Diet Coke like I said I was going to last year and I wasn’t about to quit now either.

His groan let me know I was on the right track, swirling my tongue inside the foreskin. The heads on most uncut dicks were supersensitive, but they lubed themselves. It was a win-win for them, and for an experienced cocksucker like me, easy to induce pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re good at that.”

I sucked hard, then pulled off with a pop. “Coach has us practice this, too.”

I ad-libbed that.

“I can see why you’re his favorite,” he said, threading his fingers through my short hair and pushing my mouth back towards its musky prize.

Another groan and I was back at my best, pistoning up and down his shaft, sliding my tongue along the underside. The vein was so thick my tongue could feel it.

“Don’t forget the balls, sport.”

How could I? They were magnificent.

While he had a healthy bush above his dick, his sack was relatively hairless, making it easy to slide them into my mouth. One at a time, of course, because, like his dick, they were massive. Practically orange-sized.

“That’s it. Fuck! We’ll need to make this a regular thing.”

I almost stopped sucking to agree, but I thought better of it, assuming he was in character.

He was rich; he was hot, and he had a dreamsicle dick. I assumed he hated commitment or something because how else would he be single?

Alert! Alert!

Shit!