The customer is always tight

I finally disgorged his heavy balls and went back to work on his giant cock. I bathed his dick with my tongue, running my slimy pleasure tool slowly up from the base of his monster cock to the bottom of his mammoth hood. It was a long journey, and a satisfying one. I polished his cockhead with my loving hand as I licked the underside of his cock, again and again, marveling at his size and his taste.

“I can’t hold out much longer,” he moaned.
Little did he know that the best was yet to come. “Hold it together,” I said, slobbering over his cock. “I’ve got something to show you.”

His hands tightened on my head in anticipation.

I popped his cockhead back into my mouth, sucked on it for a moment, and then began inching my lips down his magnificent meat. My mouth was a vacuum, and I sucked more and more of his cock into my mouth, until, when I’d consumed almost half of it, his hood banged up against the back of my throat. I further relaxed my throat muscles and kept right on gulping down his cock.

“Jesus Christ!” he cried out.

I spun my eyes upward and stared meaningfully at his incredulous face. Then I re-focused on the pleasurable task at hand and continued on my way down his massive, night-shaded cock. Inch by swollen inch I sucked his cock into my mouth and throat, taking my sweet time, enjoying the sensation of deep-throating this man’s massive dick. His hands clutched desperately at my hair, and I felt sweat drip off his face and splash down onto mine – and what was left of his rapidly disappearing cock.

“I’m gonna cum in your mouth, baby!” he hissed.

I knew that it was time for the final push. I thrust my head forward and gulped down the remaining two inches of his ebony dong. It slid down easy. His entire cock was now packed into the warm, wet tightness of my mouth and throat. I pushed out my tongue and lapped at his balls.

It was all too much for him. He moaned and his body jerked and white-hot cum gushed down my throat. He must have been saving it up for just such a special occasion, because his body spasmed over and over and over, and with each spasm came another and another and another stream of sizzling semen. He tore at my hair, grunted and grunted again, cum pouring out of his ruptured cock and flooding my throat in a never-ending torrent. The sensation was exhilarating for me, sheer ecstasy for him.

Finally, after he had sprayed what seemed like a gallon of cum inside of me, his body trembled and his knees buckled and his cock jumped with the aftershocks of orgasmic joy. “Jesus Christ,” he murmured, dazed and disoriented by the magnitude of his cum-letting. He let go of my head and his hands dropped to his sides.

He watched in wasted wonderment, through half-closed eyes, as I slowly tugged his spent cock out of my throat, one sopping wet inch at a time. It tumbled out of my gaping maw like a python uncoiling, until, finally, I had only his cockhead left in my mouth. I sucked hard on it, milking it, draining away and swallowing the last few drops of his salty-sweet goodness.
“You’re fantastic,” he praised in an exhausted voice.

“Thanks,” I said, licking my lips and gazing wistfully at the long, glistening, black snake that dangled empty from between his muscular legs. “But now it’s my turn.”
“Anything,” he groaned. “Anything.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” I quickly kicked off my shoes and peeled off my pants and shorts. My cock rose stiff and sure in the super-heated air. It wasn’t quite as long as his hardened rope, but it could still plug holes with the best of ’em. “I want to fuck you in the ass,” I said frankly.

His eyes popped open, then he smiled contentedly and nodded. “Sounds good.” He stepped down off the bench and into my arms.

We clung to each other, kissed fiercely, our tongues swirling together ferociously. He gripped me in his strong arms and pressed his rock-hard body against mine. My cock ground into his and I pumped my hips. I stuck out my tongue and he sucked on it – fast, heated strokes, like he was sucking a slippery cock. Then we jammed our lips together again and kissed long and hard and passionately, tasting each other, staring hungrily into each other’s eyes.

He broke away and dropped to the floor, put his arms up on the bench, and raised his big, black ass into the air and demanded some man-loving. I moved in behind him, took hold of his butt cheeks. They were round and firm, full and taut, and I kneaded them with my hands, caressed them, squeezed them, slapped the playful pair of them.

“Fuck my ass,” he said.

I bent down and kissed his glorious ass, and licked and bit his cheeks. “Spread ’em,” I ordered.
He rested his chin on the bench, reached back, and pulled his ass cheeks apart. “Do me!” he hissed.

I gazed into the blinding black nothingness of his asshole, and my pulse quickened another twenty beats per minute. I spat a couple of times into my trembling hand and then rubbed my cock with the saliva. I rubbed some of the hot spit into his asshole and he moaned. “Here I come,” I warned, and gently pushed my purple cockhead against his pucker.

I pushed harder, and my cockhead slowly eased into his ass. The sensation was pure heaven; he was tight – very, very tight. I shoved more of my rigid cock into his vise-like ass, more and more, until, unexpectedly, he thrust backwards and my cock sank all the way into his ass. I was buried to the balls.

“Yeah,” I groaned, the hot, tight feeling sending sexual shockwaves crashing through my electrified body.
“bang my ass, baby!” he pleaded.

I thrust in and out of him, slowly, slowly at first, then faster and faster. My steely seven inches of man-joy cut his ass in two as I banged away at him, pounding my meat into his spectacular ass. My balls smacked against his butt cheeks, the sharp sound rising even above our moaning and groaning, and I slammed his bodacious booty over and over and over again.

There is no better sensation on this earth than the raw, unbridled, flaming sexual sensation of plundering a young man’s sweet, tight ass with a raging hard-on. I thumped my new lover’s ass for all I was worth, for as long and as hard as I could. And that wasn’t long. “I’m gonna cum!” I cried out hoarsely, banging away at him.

“Cum in my ass!” he yelled back.
My head started to swim and sweat poured off my face, as I felt my balls tingle with the cum boiling inside of them – gathering for the explosive rocket ride up my shaft and into my man’s hot, hot ass. My body quivered uncontrollably and I screamed, “Here I cum!” and searing semen raced the engorged length of my dick, roared out the tip, and erupted into his ass.
“Fuck, yeah!” I cried, my body jerking to and fro as I ass-blasted that man with load after load of scorching jism. His butt cheeks bounced gloriously as I kept pounding into him, filling his ass with my cum.

My body tensed one last time, my cock spoke its sizzling gratitude one final time, and I teetered on the edge of consciousness. Then my cock slid out of his violated ass and I puddled on the floor, wasted.
               *
Somehow, we managed to put ourselves back together in a matter of minutes, and I sold him the pants that he’d taken into the change room. Before he left, I gave him my business card with my home phone number jotted in.

“Looks like you made a pretty good sale there,” my colleague remarked, as my lover left the store with a wave of his hand.

“It’s all in the technique,” I replied, a satiated smile on my puffy lips.
“Uh-huh. Ray’s always been a bit of a clotheshorse.”
“You know him!?” I asked.
“Sure. He’s my brother. I told him that he’d find what he was looking for here.”