Nick slid from his seat onto his knees, planting himself right in front of James. His now familiar ten-inch cock pointed towards Nick’s face. Nick couldn’t stop smiling as he wrapped his hand around the thick base of the mighty tool, guiding the throbbing cockhead towards his lips. It was funny, Nick couldn’t remember craving dick before James transformed him into a sk8r stud; now he couldn’t let more than a few hours pass before deep-throating another penis.
James reached down and cradled Nick’s skull with his left hand, gently guiding as inch after inch of James’ manhood slipped further into the source of the warm, wet blowjob. His right hand drifted off to his broad chest, allowing his fingers to rub and flick at his wide, perky nipples.
Though the Maker-enhanced sexual encounters usually didn’t last very long, they made up for their brevity with intensity. Nick was quickly able to put all ten inches of James’ cock into his mouth, and James soon started to fuck Nick’s face… never gagging, just delighting in the forceful thrusts of the massive dong as it grew closer and closer to orgasm.
Ten long spurts of semen gushed out of James and into Nick. He swallowed every drop, then quickly stood up and ripped the obscenely tented underwear off of his own huge cock. With a few quick strokes, he was blasting his own load… nine blasts of cum coated James from head to toe.
“Good morning, Nick…” James leaned in to kiss his lover.
“Good morning, James…” Nick stuck his tongue out and licked James’ upper lip, retrieving a few drops of his own manseed before he returned his lover’s kiss.