THE FATHER-IN-LAW (2/3)

The pedestrian door, part of the whole gate, opened.

“You follow me,” he said, making room for me to enter.

It took me a while to get used to the darkness. A light came on right away. When he reached the back, he went behind a black van. The motorcycle was there.

“Get down, on your knees,” he ordered me, pushing down on my shoulder with his hand.

In the darkness, I could barely see the cock I was about to swallow. The size it grew to in my mouth matched the bulky package in his jeans.

“Quiet, faggot,” he smacked me on the head while he fucked my mouth. “If you hear the door or someone comes, you shut your asshole, understood?”

I was short of breath. He pushed hard and all the way in, almost choking me. Sometimes I gagged and saliva dribbled from the corners of my mouth.

My eyes filled with tears from the force of the fucking, and I felt an immense heat, everything drenched in sweat. The smell of his crotch was a tasty cocktail of sweat and piss.

Yes, that was what I wanted, why deny it? I had jerked off like crazy imagining myself with him and now, even though my knees and throat were killing me, that was what I deserved. He didn’t stop ramming his big dick all the way down my filthy whore snout.

“What a cocksucker you are! It drives you crazy, huh?” he whispered between gasps. “You suck it better than women!”

A guy like that was what I dreamed of. For him to insult me, humiliate me, show me what he was and what I have never been and never will be.

“Tongue out, bitch,” he told me, pulling it out of my mouth. He grabbed it at the base, shaking it and slapping my tongue and chin with it.

Those slaps made me get hard like I hadn’t in a long time, and I felt my briefs a little wet.

“What do you think of my cock, faggot? Is it big? What, cocksucker, have you ever enjoyed a cock like this?” he asked me excitedly in a low voice.

“Fuck, what a dick, bastard!” I managed to say.

“Swallow, cunt. What a fucking ring! Come on, right there! Put your back into it, faggot!” He kept me on the verge of vomiting for several minutes; his thrusts reached my throat.

“Let me breathe,” I managed to get it out, expanding my lungs and inhaling hard to recover oxygen. His phone rang and he glanced at it. He slowed the movements of his pelvis, but didn’t pull it out.

“See, faggot? Is this what you’re looking for?” he spat in my face. I wiped his gob off with my finger, looking at him defiantly, and sucked it.

“And you’re filthy too, fuck!” He smacked me across the face. “I bet you’ve sucked off more than one guy from the bar…”

“No, no. Here in the neighborhood, who would dare…”

His glans was already wet, a dark, beautiful head with smooth skin, already letting drops of precum escape.

“And with me, yes, huh?” H...