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Mr. Cabernet

Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: spinneroftales, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

slowly. This time he gave me a good mouth-fucking. Every few minutes he’d pull it out and I’d take deep breaths while he’d rub it and his balls all over my face, and then he’d stick it back in and fuck my mouth some more. My cock was so hard it ached, and I grabbed it and jacked off. When he came he fell on top of me and again filled my mouth with more cum than I could handle, and I thought I was going to drown. When he pulled his cock free from my mouth cum was running down my jaws and was all over his cock and pubes. He lay on his back with one arm covering his eyes, breathing hard. I too was out of breath and felt drained of all energy, but I sat up and licked his cock and pubes clean. I didn’t want to lose any of his cum. He uncovered his eyes and laid his hand on my shoulder. “Sorry I was so rough, but God Thad, you bring out the beast in me. I never come like that. Thanks.” I was glowing. Was that a good thing to be proud about? I don’t know why not. He got up, went in the bathroom, picked up the towel I had tossed in there and tossed it back to me. “Here, wipe your cum off your stomach before it dries.” He then took a damp washcloth and wiped off his cock and pubes better. I was still lying on the bed naked. I don’t know what I was thinking was going to happen next. He said, “It’s getting late. You’d better get home before you get in trouble with your folks.” I sheepishly climbed off the bed and went in the bath and got dressed in what I was now aware were stinking ... clothes. When I came out Steve handed me another twenty-dollar bill and then a ten. “It’s too late for you to be waiting for a bus. Take a taxi at the stand downstairs, but make sure the meter says zero when he lowers the flag, or get out and take another cab.” I thanked him and wanted to kiss him, but he turned and opened the door and patted me on the back. Before he closed the door he said, “The holidays are coming up and that messes up my schedule. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I’ll give you a call.” And he closed the door. Christmas came and went. The weather after the First was terrible. It was a pretty miserable winter, and I didn’t hear anything from Mr. Cabernet, until one Friday evening in March my cell phone rang. “Thad, it’s me, I’m back. Can you get away?” I assured him I could, and I’d be there as soon as I took a shower. We’d been studying Eugene O’Neill in English class and I told Mom and Pop there was a play at school I had to do a report on that I’d almost forgotten about. I was pretty good at lying back then, but you had to be to survive. When I got to the hotel he was waiting in front and said he wanted to show me something. We walked several blocks to the art museum, which I had never been in, and we went in to an exhibition of paintings by Mark Rothko. I didn’t understand many of them, but he explained a lot to me and I could appreciate them. It was all pretty interesting. We then went to the hotel and got naked and had wonderful wild sex. This time it ...