Slumbering Toad
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The man from the coffee shop swallowed my cum
🕑 Added 2025-02-11 11:00:02 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+.
The old man continued to suck my cock, forcing himself deeper with each stroke. After about a minute, he was taking almost the entire thing. Up and down he went, sucking me like a pro. Never gagging, never needing a break. It was hot, wet, and it felt incredible.
Finally, Frank came up for air. One hand stayed on my dick, stroking a bit faster now, aided by the spit. I kept my eyes closed, doing my best to pretend a hot older woman was sucking me off instead of an old man. I didn’t have much luck with that.
He resumed sucking, making me moan with pleasure. It felt so damn good. I hadn’t had my dick sucked in ages. Old man or not, I was in heaven.
That’s when he caught me by surprise for the second time. Frank had reached around to my ass, and now a wet finger was pressing at my hole.
“Wait!” I said, but it was too late. His finger slipped right in. I tensed up, but then he deepthroated my cock. “Ohhh, fuck!” With the distraction, Frank was able to force his finger further into me. He left it there for a moment, focusing his attention on my dick. As I got accustomed to his finger being in my ass, I began to relax my hole slightly.
Frank worked me from both ends. It was the greatest thing I’d ever felt. His head bobbed on my cock in the front. His finger slid in and out of my ass, making me feel things I didn’t know I could feel.
I opened my eyes, no longer caring to pretend anyone but an old man was doing these things to me. I put my hands on his head, not taking control but simply running fingers through his hair and relaxing. Enjoying the best blowjob of my life.
Getting fingered and sucked like that had me moaning and grunting, completely naked in his living room. I was rapidly approaching the point of no return.
“Ohhh fuck,” I whispered. “Please don’t stop.”
He started to suck me even harder.
“Fuck, Frank, I’m close. Oh fuck, I’m close. I’m close! Ohhhh god, Frank, I’m gonna cum!”
I bucked my hips and grunted, shooting my load into Frank’s mouth. He took it like a champ, deepthroating my cock and swallowing every drop. He kept fingering my ass, my hole twitching and closing on his finger. I thrust back and forth, fucking his throat and fucking myself on his finger at the same time. Moaning, sweating, legs shaking; I was in total ecstasy.
It was like electricity flowing through me; it felt so fucking good cumming down that old man’s throat. My dick throbbed in his mouth, spouting rope after rope. He swallowed it all.
He slipped his finger out of me, then bobbed his head on my dick a few more times before finally letting it fall out of his mouth. “Thanks,” I said, trying to catch my breath. My face was hot and sweaty.
“No, thank you,” Frank replied. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, then reached over and grabbed the money. “Your payment,” he said.
I accepted it with a look of disbelief. “Are- are you sure?” I asked. He drained my balls, sucked the soul right out of me, and now he’s paying me for it?
“It’s not every day you get to blow a hot young man,” he said. I glanced down at his crotch. He was hard as a rock; even through his pants you could tell he was hung.
I walked over to my pile of clothes and began to put them on.
“Son,” Frank said from the couch. “Leave the underwear.”
“Sure,” I replied. It was a small price to pay, all things considered. I tossed them in his direction, then continued putting on the rest of my clothes. Once I was done, I stuffed the money into my wallet and made my way to the door. Neither of us spoke another word as I left the house.
I started the walk back home, thinking about everything that had happened. I had mixed feelings about it. More than anything, I was glad to put it all behind me. No more whoring myself out to a rich old man, no matter how lucrative it may be.
Suddenly my phone buzzed. It was a text from my boss, probably asking me to pick up another shift. I sighed, opening it up to read the message.
“Sorry, Andrew. Things are tight at the shop. It was a hard decision, but we’re gonna have to let you go.”
Fuck. I guess I’ll need to keep seeing Frank after all.
