Sexy Gay Stories - Volume Five - three m/m short stories by Landon Dixon, Thom Gautier, Thomas Fuchs Page B

smoother, really jerking Trevor off. The teenager bounced back and forth against the car in rhythm to the rugged hand job, his body arching, cock spearing into Bill’s pumping palm.
    ‘Oh! Oh!’ Trevor gasped, on the very edge of coming, spurting out his joy into Bill’s glorious hand.
    Bill pulled his hand away. Trevor pumped his hips, cock splitting air. 
    Bill dropped to his knees on the gravel and stuck out his thick red tongue and licked the latest burst of precome out of Trevor’s slit. The young man dug his nails into the car door and desperately watched, feeling the older man’s tongue lick at the underside of his bobbing cockhead.
    ‘This thing’s loaded, all right,’ Bill said, looking up at Trevor and grinning. ‘I’m going to have to take you down.’ He slid his plush lips over Trevor’s hood, tugged on the teenager’s cap.
    ‘Oh my God!’ Trevor cried, the crown of his cock embedded in dazzling warmth and wetness. He could hardly believe what he was seeing, hardly handle what he was experiencing. Bill was sucking on his hood, driving Trevor wild.
    The cop widened his mouth and pushed his head forward, consuming more and more of the teen. Until his nose pushed right into Trevor’s curly blond pubes, the young man’s prick buried in Bill’s mouth and throat.
    Trevor couldn’t breathe. It was like his whole body had been swallowed up by the hungry FILF; he was bathed in dampness and delight. His nails raked paint off the car, as Bill pulled his head back, pushed it forward, dragging his lips and tongue up and down Trevor’s cock, blowing him.
    ‘Oh God, yes, Bill, suck me!’ Trevor gasped, his body ablaze and brain gone dizzy with the irresistible deep-throat. The man was sucking him right down to the balls, pulling back up again, turning his cock molten.
    Bill popped Trevor out of his mouth and swirled his hand up and down the teen’s dripping dong. ‘Now you try it. Get some practical experience. Or, at least, some more practical experience.’ He stood up and unzipped his uniform pants, pulled out the biggest rod Trevor had ever laid eyes, hands, or mouth on.
    The young man hesitated. The older man gripped his shoulders and pushed him gently down onto his knees, at the massive thrust-out manhood. Trevor gripped it. Both men shivered.
    Trevor could barely get his fingers all the way around the vein-pumped shaft of Bill’s enormous erection. He felt the bloated meat beat in his hand, and he pumped, stroking down to the heavy, hairy balls and back up to the mammoth hood, again and again.
    Bill groaned and gripped Trevor’s head, digging his blunt fingers into the soft, blond hair. Encouraged, Trevor stuck out his kitten-pink tongue and swirled it around Bill’s cap. The big man bucked, his hood jamming up against Trevor’s mouth.
    Trevor opened up as wide as he could and crawled his lips over Bill’s cockhead. Bill thrust forward, ramming his meat into Trevor’s mouth. The teenager’s cheeks ballooned with cock. He bobbed his head back and forth, eagerly sucking on Bill’s cock like Bill had sucked on his cock.
    ‘Now you got it, rook,’ Bill groaned, pumping Trevor’s mouth in rhythm to the kid’s sucking.
    The young man gagged, saliva stringing out of his mouth, hot air rushing out of his nostrils. But he didn’t pull away, sucking and sucking on Bill’s cock, the taste, the size, the heat, inspiring him to try as hard as he could to satisfy the big man.
    Bill grasped Trevor’s shoulders and jerked him up off his cock. ‘Time for the old rubber hose treatment,’ he said, grinning.
    As he unfastened Trevor’s belt, the two men breathed in each other’s faces, only inches apart. Bill snaked out his tongue and licked Trevor’s soft, cherry-red lips with it. Trevor mashed his mouth against Bill’s mouth, hotly, hungrily kissing the experienced man.
    They both pushed Trevor’s jeans down, their tongues entwining now. Trevor closed his eyes, his mouth full of Bill’s