The lock turned, soon followed by the door opening. I threw my phone aside, bee-lining to Larry, my chode instantly hard. The moment he stepped foot in the apartment, his musk filled the room. He closed the door behind, putting down his purchases on the floor before taking off his flip-flops. “It's so hot out, damn,” let out as he wiped his brow with his forearm.
I got closer to him, ready to embrace him. “Welcome back, sir,” I teased. He placed a hand on my chest, “just a sec, slut.” His other hand went straight to my crotch, stroking my hard shaft once. He took his tank top off afterwards, “now that's better.” He dropped it on the floor. Chest now free, he placed one hand on the small of my back, pulling me closer. He looked down at me, as I looked up to him. Part of his face was hidden by his plump, furry, sweaty pecs. The thick nipples crowning them were inviting me, but I knew patience would reward me.
“Can you believe that guy?” he arrogantly asked. I shook my head as I breathed in his smell. “Yeah, what a loser,” I chuckled. Larry thrust his hips, his pronounced bulge pulsing as he pressed it against my stomach. “Good thing you're great at paying rent, huh?” I nodded, “uh uh,” a strand of saliva leaking from my mouth. My hands automatically pulled his shorts down a bit, revealing his bushy pubes and the root of his third leg. Larry helped me take his shorts off him, his heat-radiating member flopping free. “Get it in now, it's best soft for what I'm about to do,” he ordered.
Kneeling, I obliged, stuffing myself full with his warming cock. Inch by inch, I choked myself full of his meat, opening my throat up as best I could. His pulsing, growing cock stretched me up, my moans of delight quickly muffled by his flesh. He leaned forward once my nose hit his pubes, wrapping my hair around his hand before pushing my head deeper against his bushy groin. I couldn't see anything anymore, my eyes pressed against him. “Hold onto my thighs, cumdump,” he teased. My arms tried to go around his legs to grab his ass, but his stocky quads were too big. As I grabbed onto him, I heard his second hand picking something up and placing it nearby, before he wrapped it around my neck, massaging it. “Hnng, yeah, it's stretching you out good,” Larry groaned as his oversized cock expanded in my mouth and throat. “You're way better than that hardware store faggot,” he praised, followed with a grunt.
Larry started waddling backwards, moving us both elsewhere. My slick cock left a trail of precum behind me, as my legs awkwardly tried to follow Larry while he dragged me. Soon enough, he sat down, removing the hand he had around my neck. He pat my cheek, “what a good cocksleeve,” he said, before I heard a book open. There was some scratching sound, like someone writing.
“Get to work,” Larry ordered. Fuck, I was so busy enjoying his musk I completely forgot. I worked the muscles in my throat, massaging every inch of Larry's monster cock I had inside me. Slowly at first, to build up some pleasure for him. I heard him groan, and decided to focus on the head to hopefully make his fill me up with cum faster. “AHRGG, FUCK-” he grunted between the throbs I sent his cock. He slapped me hard, a faint tingling staying on my face. In stupor, I stopped massaging him with my throat. “I'm the one in control here, got it?” he barked at me. I tried nodding, barely able to move my head between his hand and his crotch. I heard the scratching sound again.
It was so hard to think, fuck. My cock was in overdrive, what with Larry's pleasure-giver in my throat. I tried to control my throat muscles as best I could but- “The shaft, hmmm, the shaft you faggot, hmmm yeahhhh...” Larry groaned, “that's better.” I tried to focus as best I could. My hole was throbbing against my buttplug, and my throat was spasming against Larry's flesh. He was rubbing against all my sensitive throat parts, making an orgasm inevitable. “Hhhrmmmmm, hhmmmmmph,” I muffled, my cock primed.
I started cumming, my esophagus flexing as if to milk Larry's rod, squeezing it. “Hnnnnngggg, fuuuckkkkkk,” he groaned, “that's- holy fuuuuuhhhhh.” His balls throbbed, just like his cock. I felt it pulse as I lost myself to my throatgasm, the movements of his flesh hitting all the right spots, intensifying my pleasure. Both of Larry's hands were now on the back of my head, forcing every possible bit of his member further in me for stimulation. “You- hnng- take it- fuuuuck- fuckin' cum- dump- yeahhhh,” he bellowed as his cum flew straight into my stomach. I only tasted his dick sweat, which was already plenty enough for me. Larry kept on grunting and groaning, shot after shot of his sperm filling me up. Minutes passed by as I milked his load with my throat, intent on emptying his huge balls. He moved his hands away from my head, “keep teasing it as you move back, Hole.” I obliged, flexing my throat every few inches, a low groan leaving him each time.
Once the covered head left my mouth, I looked into Larry's eyes, waiting for permission. “You miss the taste of my cum, don't you?” he grinned. Seductively licking my lips I answered, “always.” “Enjoy,” he smiled. I pulled his foreskin back, and eagerly lapped at his piss slit, savouring the leftover cum. Eyes closed, I licked every fold my tongue moved against, finding every drop I could relish on. “Keep at it slut, and I might pound your ass in a moment too,” Larry snarled, “now, go heat up my food, I'm fucking hungry.”
Smooching Larry's dickhead, I pulled his foreskin over before standing up. “Alright, want a beer with that?” I asked, turning around. I felt a smack on my ass, jumping in shock. My ass suddenly felt empty, as my buttplug was savagely pulled out. “Yeah, and keep the hole on display when I'm here,” he spat at me. I walked away from Larry, hearing him talk to himself, “y'know, maybe the kid could use more rules...”