A summer sucking cocks part 6: The end

I snuck out of the house without making a sound. My parents were in the dining room, watching TV, and my sister was looking at her phone in her room. I slowly moved away toward the dark streets of the village. Some ladies were sitting in their doorways, enjoying the cool air and chatting with the neighbors. I tried to avoid them at all costs. I stopped with the feeling that someone was following me, but there was no one there. I reached one of the streets leading to the station where I had arranged to meet. I heard footsteps, so I hid behind a dumpster. I peeked out and saw Carlos. I got angry. He was going to ruin my last cock of the day. I was surprised that he always appeared at the most compromising moments for me. I waited for him to move away and continued on my way. Again, I had the feeling that someone was following me. I looked around and a cat appeared, jumping over a wall.

“The cock is for me, cat,” I told it, resuming my path.

I arrived at the station and saw someone waiting in the darkness. He was a big guy, with good arms and a good body. I couldn’t see him well, as it was too dark.

“Hello? I’m cum-swallower,” I said nervously.

Then I saw him. It was Carlos, looking at me and touching his bulge. He was still wearing the red shorts. This couldn’t be true.

“I hope you’re not disappointed, Marcos.”

“Carlos! What does all this mean? Were you following me?” I asked, confused.

“No, I arranged to meet you here. I’ve been wanting this moment to come for a long time.”

“I don’t understand anything…”

“I’ve been wanting your ass and your mouth for a long time. I thought maybe you might have realized.”

“No…”

“It’s true that I followed you to try to seduce you when we saw each other this morning, and I saw everything you did with those footballers,” he told me with a mischievous smile. “I couldn’t believe it, you’re a real slut! You swallowed all those cocks, were there eleven? Besides going again with the captain—what a fuck he gave you. And the Moroccan? I never thought watching you swallow a guy’s piss would turn me on. That’s why I showed up, I hoped you’d be honest, that you’d tell me everything you’d done, and then I would have offered you my cock.” I got hard immediately. He was touching his cock and it was very hard. “Do you want it, little slut? I know you want me. You can’t stop looking at my bulge, you little pervert.”

“I’ve wanted to suck your cock my whole life, Carlos. This happening is a dream for me.” My heart was pounding at full speed. “I want it now.”

“Well, you can start. I want you on your knees to suck, and you can’t use your hands, understood?” I nodded and obeyed. My knees dug into the ground and I anxiously waited for his cock. “I want you to pull down your pants. A good slut always keeps his ass in sight so it can be fucked.” I obeyed and he came closer, jerking off. He shoved his hard cock down my throat ...