He took a little awkward step toward me, and his dick head was touching my tongue as I jacked him off. He was quiet. He didn’t say anything, but his dick was harder than ever. He thought, or thought, he would be down for a blow job, but as I said before, I didn’t want to get my ass kicked, so I moved slowly.
After doing this a long time, I started massing his balls at the same time through his boxers. Then I pulled his balls out of the hole in his boxers. Now both his arab dick and his big low-hanging balls were sticking out of the hole in his boxers.
At this point, I couldn’t take it anymore. So I kept jacking him off with my hand, but I put his dick head in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his dick head.
He sighed, but it was an involuntary sigh, like he didn’t want me to know he was enjoying it, like he was trying to stop himself from enjoying it.
After a while, he said, “I didn’t know you were a faggot.”
“I’m not,” I lied, taking his dick out of my mouth.
Then I went back to sucking his dick, this time I started deep throating him, and for an instance I felt his knees buckle.
Then he said, “Don’t tell anyone I let you do this.”
Again I pulled his dick out of my mouth and said, “Of course not. But I hope you let me suck it again in the future.”
“I don’t know,” he said.
Then I went back to deep throating him, giving him the best head I could so that he would come back.
I sucked him off for half an hour. I told him to see on the sofa and watch the porno like that. And he did. I got between his legs and gave him the best blow job I could, massing his balls all the time and gagging on it dick. The dick was so beautiful I knew that if he dind’t give it to me again, I was going to be sad. I was going to miss his dick.