Page 68 of Missile Tow
“I don’t give a shit what you want,” I spat, switching my role to an aggressive, mechanic, redneck type. “This is my shop, and you tried to fuck me over by not having any cash.”
“But I need my truck so I can get to work,” he explained, jamming his hands into his pockets as deep as he could, forcing his Levi’s down and exposing his pubes. He looked so fucking hot. “I’m desperate and I’ll do anything you want, sir.”
“Yeah?” I asked, moving my eyes to my crotch. “It ain’t gonna suck itself, boy.”
I pointed to the floor in front of me, and he moved closer. Step byagonizingly slowstep. Van shifted his eyes several times from my cock to my face, and back again. After making me impatiently wait more than a minute, he stood directly in front of me.
I was in my mid-twenties, living a relatively sheltered life in a small town in Montana, so this type of experience was new to me. And like any red-blooded twenty-something male, I was constantly horny. The arrival of Van into my life woke up something primal in me to a degree I’d never imagined.
There’s a sexual element about me that I think may be different than some men. With me, the more emotional and the more in love I feel about my sexual partner, the more fulfilling the sexual experience is.
I’d imagined all sorts of erotic deeds I’d like to experiment with, but never had the mindset or a willing partner to broach the topic. With Van, it seemed he was opening that door for me, and I intended to rush through it.
Van kneeled in front of me. “What do I do?”
The innocent role he played was about to cause me to lose my load. My climax wasn’t discouraged one bit due to him being so goddamned cute and boyish. The acting of his innocent role-play character fit him to a tee.
I reached out and clenched the back of his neck. He resisted, so I added pressure. “You paying your debt, boy? Or what?”
“It’s so big,” he whispered, contradicting his shyness by hungrily licking his lips.
I placed my thumb at the base of my cock and forced it forward, my swollen plum head throbbing an inch from his mouth. “Open your mouth.”
He did as I asked, scooting closer and placing his hands on my knees. I still had a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him closer until he was forced to open his mouth because my cock was smashed against his lips.
Without moving his hands from my knees, he pretended to struggle with me, acting as if he couldn’t imagine having a man’s dick in his mouth. I repositioned my hand to his chin and held firmly, using my thumb to pry his mouth open.
“Mmmppff,” he moaned, still acting like a novice.
“Open, boy. Do it now!” His eyes focused on mine, and I grinned like a desperate, horny bastard who’d found a rare opportunity to get a blow job. “Time to pay that bill, boy.”
Van opened wide, and I moved my hand to the back of his head again, forcing him to gradually take an inch at a time. I wanted to compliment him and let him know how amazing his mouth felt, but I also wanted to participate in his wild role-play scene. I’ll admit I wasn’t exactly comfortable treating him this way, but I understood we were involved in a fantasy.
Van pushed my hand away and came off my cock. “Was that good enough?” he asked, inhaling deeply and swiping at his mouth. “That’s all I can do.”
“Fuck no, that ain’t good enough!” I muttered. “Do you think I shot my load that fast?”
“But… I’m trying real hard, mister. I swear I am.”
His character choice was good. Very good. The whole ‘I’m new to this’ act was hot as fuck. I reached out and grabbed his chin. “You haven’t deep-throated my tool yet, boy.”
“I can’t do that,” he insisted.
“Then I guess you’ll learn. And I want more slobber on that cock.”
He leaned forward and placed my dickhead in his mouth, keeping his eyes on mine. His tongue swirled over the tip, creating more saliva that I felt dripping toward my balls. The action was driving me mad with desire.
The role-playing was fucking insanely hot, but I had a need to get my cock drained and knew how talented Van was at sucking dick. The anticipation of my climax attempted to override my desire to participate, but I was determined to remain patient.
With him applying the skills of a gold medal winner, my cock effortlessly began disappearing into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. He bobbed his head up and down, building suction and working my cock deeper.
“Fuuucckkkk, boy,” I moaned, leaning against the wall behind me, scooting my ass forward, and spreading my legswider. “Keep going,” I encouraged. “Your bill was expensive, and you need to keep working on that cock.”
I totally immersed myself in the scene. This cockgobbler owed me money, and he deserved to be forced to suck dick as repayment. I’d lured the pretty boy into the restroom and forced him to service me.
I moved my hand to the top of his head and grabbed a bunch of his hair, pulling him off my cock, and glared at him. “Are you done, mister?” he asked shyly, looking up at me like he was innocent of trading his sex skills for labor costs.
“Fuck no, I ain’t done, boy. Now you’re gonna fuckin’ kiss me!” I demanded.
