By Keith Hernandez
Chapter 3
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I thought about quitting my job. I had to. I couldn't keep going like this--I was down on my knees in the projector booth, Mark's pants were bunched at his ankles and I was bobbing and sucking, bobbing and sucking on his big penis.
My mouth was stretched and sore and my eyes were tearing up from choking when he would try to force it down my throat. But I kept at it, squeezing his balls and pulling them down to get that big dick tight.
He was big and thick to begin with but when he swelled in my mouth I knew what was coming...I paused and held the big smooth head in my mouth and nursed like a baby, moaning when he erupted, flooding my mouth with cum. I swallowed it and licked and sucked his cock some more, cleaning it from the hairs on his shaft to the sensitive tip.
There was no denying it. I loved it. On some gay level I loved serving that big cock, and I was hard in my pants to prove it. But I had to get out. He stood and put his hand on my head as he gathered up his pants and began to buckle everything back up.
I don't remember what he said when he finished with me because my ears were ringing. My mouth tasted like his sperm. My lips were sore.
I have to quit this job.
I had followed him upstairs to the booth and he pretty much made me suck him off. Before that he had squeezed both cheeks really hard and lifted me off the ground.
This is getting out of hand.
Over the next few weeks he just made me into his boy more and more. On one level I liked the attention...I could go where he went, we hung out, that part was fun, it was like I had this cool best friend.
But he put his hands on me way too much when people were not looking, and it was sexual. His hand on my butt, rubbing my neck, kissing me hard. The kissing was gross, but like everything else, I was kind of getting used to it. Thank God it wasn't very often.
I don't remember my fourth blow job. After a while it was a blur. I know I sucked him off a lot at work. Every time he closed, which was 2-3 nights a week, I was there also, on my knees, servicing him in the office or up in the booth.
We had our 'car rides' as well. I always went down and did my job then too, and when no one was around he took me into his room in his parent's house and I sucked his cock there. Oh it was for sure a daily or nightly thing. I was getting pretty damn good at sucking on his penis and swallowing his cum. I took every drop of semen Mark produced. I was his personal cocksucker.
The thing is, there was nothing like it. A big thick cock, so warm, shooting cum that was even warmer. It was so hot in your mouth it was addictive. And then it grew into more. Ouch.
Chapter 4
Up the ass. I knew that is where we were headed. Mark was going to fuck me up the ass. He would grab my ass and squeeze it really hard, or smack it, or caress it gently, but the longer we were together the more physical things were getting back there.
We were back in his room one night and I was blowing him, and we were both on the bed, and his hands roamed down to my ass, which was becoming a regular thing. His hand slipped into my pants and he sort of worked them down and pulled on me and hunched me up so I could keep sucking him while he had access to my rear end.
He ran his hands over my cheeks and his fingers started brushing my taint and my anus. I sucked as hard as I could...I didn't want his hard cock in my ass. For one, he had a really big penis and I was a virgin. For two, any shred of manhood I had left would be gone if Mark started bending me over and fucking me up the ass.
So I sucked as hard as I could to try and get him off. But I think maybe he thought I liked it, because from that point on, if he could, he would start fingering me when I sucked him off.
Eventually out of nowhere he produced a little bottle of KY and the penetration started. His finger felt weird but not painful. He would just pump it and rub around in my ass while I blew him. I whimpered "no" of course and clinched up but it didn't matter, nothing stopped him. Soon I just accepted that my ass was to be fingered from time to time. If it stopped there, well okay.
But it didn't.
One night we were in the booth upstairs after closing. He had been manhandling me a lot that night and after the other employees left he took me upstairs and went down on him. I should have seen it coming, but I didn't. I was on my knees contentedly nursing on his fat pecker, my eyes closed, really enjoying the feel of the cock in my mouth knowing I was going to make him cum in a couple of minutes. My hands gently squeezed his balls and thighs.
Suddenly he picked me up by my arms which surprised me. He leaned me over the big desk and pulled some baby wipes out and cleaned off his cock...before cleaning my crack and asshole.
