He sat on his bed and opened another. I told him I didn’t have anything to do and that I would like the job. Sex xxnx Spurt after spurt hit the roof of my mouth coating my tongue with thick salty juice. His name was John and he was in his late 50s, gray hair, with a big beer gut. He asked me “Why not, don’t you like girls?”
I told him girls were okay, but that I didn’t have a girl friend. He told me it was a full time job keeping the place up. “Not even in magazines?” He asked. “Relax boy.” Here it comes.” “Just swallow and breathe boy,” “You’re doing just fine.”
Again his cock was buried in my throat, but his gentle touch and soothing words helped me relax. First the silky softness of the head, then my lips tightened as the ridge passed. Being in a new neighborhood, I didn’t know anyone. He told me he sure wished he could find someone to help, but hadn’t found anyone looking for work. His cock was right in front of my face now, bobbing and twitching up and down. I nodded yes and he began again, slowly till he hit the back of my mouth again.
