Love That Never Fail

up without reservation. His gaze traveled over my smaller shoulders, down the curve of my hunched back, and rested on the crotch of my sweat pants. My smaller hard-on

window took the full brunt of the wind and rain, but it was built sturdy enough to withstand such things. As with the rest of the house, it was erected with enough care to mak

listening. It wasn't an offer of hospitality: it was a warning. A

odded, and my heart pounded so h

, unbuttoning the first button, then slowly

out. It was huge and dripping, a mushroom hea

n through the blinds. I couldn't help but wonder if my mind was playing

r than to disobey. But my fear got the better of me and I balked. Glued to my spot, across the living room from him, I did not move

ands and knees, like a dog obeying his master's command to heel. My mouth opened wide as I couldn't imagine I'd be

is raised his left hand to warn me that h

grumble. The look in

anded, his voice g

ed sil

der

y hair, so that he controlled how he shoved his cock in and out of my mouth. My vision was reduced to nothing more than his

glided into my mouth and down my throat. It was salty from sweat and pre-cum, and somehow it tasted like i

ough my funnelled lips, gripping it with just

e. Give it to me good. Good boy." He was all man. I released his dick and moved quickly down to suc

on that spot to keep the sensation lasting. He smelled so good, musty and salty, but with a sweet scent that made me want more. I cupped his balls in my mouth, circling my tongue around each, slowly at first, then quic

snaked my tongue to that tender spot, right before you enter the butt hole. His response was an uncontrollable spasm that made me run my tongue back and fo

appy. He seemed to be getting more aggressive, and for a moment, almost as if my eyes played tricks on me, it seemed as if his hair was getting shaggier and his fingernails longer, sharper and darker. The h

hered to turn a light on, so it lit up the room. Suddenly, with no warn

tening steps until he was out of sight. I was heartbroken. Had I done something wrong? I wanted to tell him th

he growled from b

o show him that I wanted to please h

ling, and afraid to ask questions for fear of retribution, I desperately looked around for a bathroom. Sighing, obviously sensing my fear, Buck gave me m

ck clouds so there was no way for me to see where I was going. My right hand made contact with the doorway. I moved around its corner and fumbled along the wall for a light switch. My efforts were rewarded with a sharp, "Don't!" from Buck, so I gave up on

r tone. Maybe he could sense my fear, the same way a dog might sense your unhappiness