"Here, suck on this," as he grabbed my right hand with his and brought it to his chest.
"Go ahead, they're yours, man, go to town."
In the seconds that Diesel took control, I lost all pretence of being the one in control. He had me in a frenzy -- had to pull over. As I rubbed my hand back and forth over his mantits moving those slabs of flesh around feeling the hardened nipples scrape along my palm or forearm, he wrapped his left hand around the back of my head and pulled it toward his. His eyes and mouth were wide open, my mouth instinctively opened and locked with his. This kid sucked on my mouth like he was trying to turn my lungs inside out. He suddenly pulled my head away, both of us panting like dogs in heat, faces inches from each other.
"Here's what you really want and I what really need," as he took my head in both his hands and pulled it downward, stopping at he left pec. Seeing that heaving mass so close put my salivary glands into overdrive. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and fell on the pillow of flesh. Diesel kept talking while I slobbered and I had a line of drool running over his six pack in no time.
"Yeah...get it nice a wet...that's it, all over...yeah...suck it...harder. Now the tit...suck it...harder...suck...suck...bite it...yes, yes, yesssssss...bite harder...harder, mother fucker!...oh, yeeeaaahhhh..."
Suddenly I was there. First time in my life I came without touching myself. As the volleys shot out of my aching dick, I moaned and started slathering saliva on Diesel's chest.
Diesel grabbed the hair on the back of my head with his gloved hand and pulled my face off his pec. Though no pain was registering I realized that my head and torso were being held up by my hair. My breathing was ragged, I was barely able to focus on Diesel's face, drool dripped from my open mouth onto Diesel's thighs. His right hand cracked across my face with a hard slap.
"That wasn't very nice, fucker. I didn't tell you to go first. I built this body to be serviced and worshipped by guys like you. You job is to do what I say, know what I want and cum when I tell you."
Diesel had his legs spread wide, really wide. While sucking I had moved to where I had a hand on each of his outer thighs rubbing up high underneath the cut-offs.
"Know what I want right now, fuckface?"
The whole time he had been talking, he was lightly running his leather covered hand over my face. Somehow he knew that the leather, made even more pungent with sweat, got to me. Seeing it pass my eyes, feeling it smoothly move the sweat around my face, hearing the ever so faint squeaks as the leather creased, and the smell most of all -- I was in a trance. He knew what he was doing and I was helpless.
"This!" He shoved my face into his crotch. He pressed my head down with both his hands, grunting with each thrust of his hips combined with each jamming pull of my skull. Gradually he decreased the thrusts and the pressure and started rubbing my head with both his hands while lightly pressing it into his crotch. My eyes were even with his waist and for the first time I noticed his treasure trail, dark blonde plastered to his tanned skin with sweat, crawling into his cut-offs. My mouth had been wide open the whole time. There was a big fat prize waiting for me one layer of worn Levis away.