halfway out, and then in again, moaning quietly the whole time. “Fuckin’ look at him go” I heard the big guy say, accompanied by Dan’s harsh “Shhh!”

I gripped the base of his shaft tightly, and started making soft slurping noises on the head and upper shaft. As I continued this, I pulled my hand back from his ass to his crotch, and worked his balls through the leather some more. “Fuck, oh fuck” he groaned and suddenly I couldn’t feel his balls anymore. He pulled my head onto him and slammed into the back of my throat, his cock suddenly swelling to full hardness. Then just as suddenly and before I even had a chance to choke, he pulled my head off his cock and grabbed it himself, pumping it furiously. He held my head back, let out a hard grunt through clenched teeth, and a long, ropey stream of cum sprayed across the space between us, landing on the front of my already-soaked leather jacket. I sank back into the mud and leaned back as another stream followed, and then another. He stepped forward and pumped the last two ropes of cum onto me. I leaned even further back and smiled, hoping he was enjoying the picture in the early dawn light.

“Fuckin’ A” the big guy said.