The Throat: Part 1

“Uuuuggg…” the large man shuddered in front of him. “Yeah…. that’s it….” he moaned.

Aaron continued deep throating his short fat cock, stroking it with his tongue. There wasn’t a whole lot of technique he could do when it was five inches fully hard, but Sal’s cock was as thick as a can and he had to open his jaw as wide as possible so that his teeth wouldn’t get in the way. It was a lot of work.

But Aaron enjoyed it. Most college boys did not have fat cocks like that. He preferred men to college boys. Experienced, clean, willing and ready men with deep pockets. And Sal always smelled good down there, like he purposely cleaned and shaved his genitals and ended it with a flowery aftershave when he knew he was going to see Aaron. Aaron appreciated that.

Sal lightly touched his blond hair and moaned again. His right thigh began to shake. Aaron knew it was time. He came off the dick and began to stroke it, fast and furious, counting in his head. He knew just what to do to bring Sal over the edge.

One two three four five six seven… Aaron pulled from the back of his throat and hawk tawh’ed a glob of spit on Sal’s cock head. He kept going: two three four five six seven– hawk tawh – two three four five six seven– hawk tawh – two three four five six—

Sal’s right foot kicked...