I managed one last look up at the faggot. He was calling me a cocksucker? I tasted heat, musk and fullness. It snaked out of my mouth and lapped at his knob, only for a second. Thank Christ, I was dead drunk and nearly unconscious. Only one sick answer was allowed into my mind. Worshiping at his altar. So I concentrated, and bore down, and worked my mouth over him, as so many girls had done for me. Nine full inches, including the knob. I realized that this might be the worst blow job this guy ever had. Never, never going to happen. As if my brain threw in the towel and said ‘go with the flow’. My tongue felt swollen and heavy and stupid and ponderous, as I did. Why was my cock so fucking hard?
