In the middle of the night, while summer air coming from the window tickled his thick skin, Jeff was lying on a couch, smoking his third or fourth cigarette. He was only with his black boxers on, what showed his hefty build. He would place his large hands on his chest, belly, or rub on his crotch and balls, asking his cock if he wanted to get sucked or not.
Actually, Jeff was great friends with his fat cock. Whatever his cock needed, mouth, pussy, ass, whatever, Jeff would do anything to keep him pleased and satisfied. Jeff was very proud of himself, and he though every little thing about him was perfect. He was pleased to have those big fake muscles, mixed with fat, and covered with hairy thick skin, more than anything.
He even loved his own nasty smell, and always loved taking sniffs of his funky armpits, especially when they were sweaty - "Oahhh. The smell of a real man", he always thought to himself. You might think it was just about. a man smoking in a late night, but it's more than you might think. To Jeff, it was the biggest celebration.
A celebration of being a grown 35 man.
a celebration of having a good job, with good salary, and owning a nice apartment. a celebration of having no slutty wife, no noisy children, and not having to spend his money on anything more than himself.
and just simply living his life.
In response, Jeff's cock twitched. "Yeah, dude? You want that fag to suck you off?", Jeff smiled for his cock as he massaged him gently through the boxers. "I'mma get him on his knees for you, man, just watch". With that, Jeff took his cell phone to leave a missed call on Ray's, as a sign for his dick's need for a a mouth around it. In fact, Ray was Jeff's only neighbor on the top floor, and also lived alone in a single apartment.
He was a 20-year-old college boy, tall, thin and hairless. He'd always catched Jeff's attention for his smooth body, his long blonde hair and his blue eyes. During the past few months, Ray had been well-trained to take Jeff's cock down his throat. Finally, he became addicted to it, to the point that he would force himself to stay up until 02:00 am at least, in case his master needed a blowjob or anything.
Plus, whenever he spoke to his master, he would show all the respect to him, as well as refer to him as "Sir" and sometimes "Master". Less than a minute later, Ray knocked the door. "It's open", Jeff said loud. Ray got in and closed the door behind him.
He stepped toward the couch Jeff was lying on, finally getting on his knees between his master's thighs. "Yes, Sir" "How you doing, boy?" "Great, Sir.
Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Sir" "No problem, boy". For five secs of silence, Ray inhaled Jeff's crotch scent. He breathed the smell of his master's dry sweat and dirt, which had been building for about a week of no shower. It was the smell of gayness. the smell of addiction, to him. Jeff felt a surprising amount of gas forming up his rectum. He loved to push it out, making a rough and loud buzzing sound, and then took a deep delightful breath as his nerves were relaxed now.
Ray was very surprised - His master had never farted in his face like that before. It showed his master's nature for real, because it came from his inside, and it had the same rough male feeling.
Ray sniffed the healthy fart, and he could tell it made his own 5" punk jump. "Didn't thank your master" "I'm sorry, Sir. Thank you for farting in my face, Sir" Jeff wanted to let out another one. "Want another one boy?" Ray thought it would be really torturing, but really delicious.
"Yes, Sir" With that, Jeff let out the other one, which was shorter, but rougher and richer. Jeff grabbed a hand full of his cocksucker's soft hair.
He'd always liked to grab his blond hair and have fun with him! He started to rub the boy's face along his already-hardening cock, and on his balls. It was a great feeling of dirtiness what Ray was feeling, as he rubbed his face along his master's crotch, still smelling his strong farts.
He started to work his lips and teeth softly on his balls, and playfully biting his cock, while Jeff enjoyed it, taking and letting deep breaths. Soon, Jeff used his slave's teeth to pull his boxers off. His cock jumped out like a shining sword. Ray wrapped his lips on his master's cockhead, and started to take more of his man meat up his mouth. Jeff closed his eyes, bit his lips and put his arms behind his back as he enjoyed the feeling of his cock being sucked, and his dick explored the depthes of the boy's mouth.
Maybe Jeff's farts had gone with the wind, but there was something more delicious for Ray. As he delighted that thick, hungry cock with his wet mouth and played it with his tongue and lips, the strong taste owned his heart.
That salty butter made of Jeff's dry piss, cum and sweat had been building on his cock for a week, it was finally being melted in Ray's soft, young mouth, and he was just simply tasting it. The little boy found a strange kind of harmony between Jeff's rough pleasure moans, and that dirty taste that filled his mouth. He placed his hands on his master's hairy, hefty chest, and started to tease his nipples with those young, smooth fingertips.
With that, he continued to suck on Jeff's big cock and choke on it. He tried to offer his very best to his master, working every little muscle of his mouth, showing all the passion he had for his master.
Jeff was in heaven. His cock was getting sucked the best way, the same time his nipples were getting gently massaged. It made him feel what he had never felt in his entire life. No one ever had been so nice with him. It made him forget about everything around him. As the soft air played with his body hairs too, he felt like he was flying. This time, Jeff had the biggest, most intense orgasm in his life.
Breathing heavily in delight and pleasure, his cock strongly exploded with three cheesy shots of cum filling the boy's mouth. That couldn't let the boy stop, though.
He continued doing his great work, sucking Jeff's cock and weakly twisting his nipples with his soft fingers, squeezing his master's for more and more cum.
He let the cum that filled his mouth flow down his throat gently, gulp by gulp, and Jeff could feel that with his now-sensitive cockhead still crammed up his slave's mouth. With Jeff taking a final deep breath, Ray let the softening cock silde from his mouth, and pulled the top of his master's boxers back up, using his teeth.
He knew he wasn't commanded to do that, but he was sure his master wouldn't punish him after a great work like that.
He kissed Jeff's balls through the boxers, and then continued his way down to kiss on his thighs. He also ran his hands from Jeff's chest to his shoulders, gently passing his tired fingers all over them. "You can leave now" Please help the writer with new ideas on "Ray and Jeff, part two" by leaving a comment . All of your comments and ratings are welcome.
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