then pulled my shaft out of his pucker and fed him my cum. He had already shot his load all over my desk; I ordered him to lick it up, which he did immediately. “I have to piss, so get on your knees and drink my stream and don’t spill a drop,” I further ordered Juan. He dropped to his knees and took my now flaccid meat into his mouth and drank every drop of it. He got up off the floor, humiliated enough to know that I meant business. We both pulled our pants up. I opened the curtains and the door, and told Juan to go to the bathroom and clean up then get to work.

That afternoon, he came into my office and asked if he could leave and hour early and drop by the clinic for testing. I gave him my permission and told him I’d pick him up for work the following Monday. He lived right off the highway about a mile before the infamous rest area. The following Monday, on arrangement, I arrived at Juan’s about an hour early. He answered the door naked. I walked in and immediately disrobed. We walked into his bedroom, lay down on the bed and started to passionately kiss, our tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouths. I slathered Juan’s fat, eight inch cock with lube then did the same to my tight ass. Juan lay on his back as I straddled him, slowly easing his monster into my rectum. The initial penetration hurt like hell, but once his head was clear of my sphincter, it slipped in with ease. I rode him until he said he was ready to cum, then let him shoot all over my face and into my mouth. As he came in my mouth I was frantically jacking my cock and after he unloaded in me I shot spasm after spasm of my white, creamy load into his mouth. We went to the bathroom to wash up, then as promised, I pissed in his mouth and he didn’t spill a drop. For about two weeks this was a daily occurrence, then I grew tired of it and it became a weekly affair- usually every Monday morning.