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The clock that hung in your small apartment ticked and tocked for what seemed like eons. The cheap couch begins to itch, making you squirm as you wait for the clock to reach 7 PM. A quick glance shows it's only 4:30. Waiting for what's been advertised as the "house party to end all house parties" is a test of patience only a saint could pass.

It wouldn't be so bad if you weren't all alone. Your boyfriend left to go to the gym over an hour ago. You would've gone too, but you don't want to get too big. Strategic skipping is the key to your excellent physique. He's probably getting all sweaty, his lithe body stretching and flexing, that fat ass jiggling with every slight motion...

Your reverie is broken as the door swings open, your boyfriend and roommate casually trotting in like he isn't the hottest thing in existence. An Arabian stallion, wearing form fitting polyester and coat such a rich shade of brown it shines like bronze, stands just in front of the doorframe. His luxurious black mane, slick with sweat, is tied up in a ponytail. Those beautiful dark brown eyes twinkle as he looks at you, and he smiles ever so sweetly at what he sees. You're overwhelmed. Before you know it your upon him.

Your lips press against his, your hands grab his wide hips, and you pull him into you as much as you can. His hands rest on your chest, he moans into your mouth as you get more aggressive. Out of breath he pulls away, that beautifully melty look on his face.

"Didja miss me, big guy?" he pants, his hands now caressing your face. You respond casually, letting him know that you may have been thinking about him. He simply giggles in response, walking away with a sashay for your viewing pleasure. How is he so cute? It's not fair that he makes you feel this way so often, that he makes the pants you have on so tight that they feel as though they're about to tear.

"I'm gonna take a quick shower. After that we can get a bite to eat and party until the sun comes up!" he practically sings at you, that lilting voice ringing in your skull. You tell him your hungry for him, stopping him from going into the bathroom.

"C'mon, stop messin' around! We got a lot on our schedule!" he pleads, smile still wide on his face. You can barely hear him, kissing that slender neck, slowly making your way down his body. Your on your knees, dragging you lips along the bulge in his candy green workout shorts.

Please, you plead, voice hoarse with desperation and lust. Suddenly it's not a game anymore. Suddenly you feel like lost in a desert and a fertile oasis lies shrouded by those shorts. His fingers run through your hair lovingly, a tender gaze meets your pathetic eyes. "Poor baby... you missed me that much, huh?" You nod furiously in reply. "Don't worry, hunny. I got what you need."

Bright green falls from around his waist, crashing around his ankles. He's fully erect, the massive piece of meat mostly black but speckled with pink towards the sheath. He smacks you with it a few times before resting it along your face. The smell is so strong it singes your nostrils and intoxicates you. You're on top so often you've forgotten how big he is. It feels like someone placed a warm, pulsing brick on your face. You need to taste it.

Holding it up with both hands, you gently suckle the tip. Contrasting the bestial scent, it tastes plain, aside from the saltiness of his perspiration. But there's something about it that's so addicting. You need more.

In one motion you take him to the medial ring. His head whips toward the ceiling with a sharp gasp, speechless from the pleasure he's feeling. You mentally grin at making him feel even slightly the way he makes you feel. You slowly pull back, the head of his cock resting between your lips.

Having slightly recovered, the stallion looks at you with a pout, nostrils flaring in annoyance. "Why did you stop?" he asks, voice shaky. Your response is to continue suckling at the tip.

"So that's it, huh? You want me to be rough with you?" he growls, that sweet voice dripping into your ears like honey. You involuntarily moan when he says that, and he grabs handfuls of your hair.

"Don't worry, hun. I'll ruin that pretty force of yours."

With that declaration your gagging on over half of his massive cock. Your throat is on fire, forced to accommodate so much in so little time. Your eyes are starting to tear up, and you see him smiling an uncharacteristically cocky smirk.

"Aww, was that too much for you, babe? I thought you wanted this?" It's his first time looking down at you in a while and all of a sudden he's a bigshot? You don't need to take his sass! Through a combination of determination and spite, you force yourself down those last few inches and nuzzle against his stuffed balls. He's shuddering above you, gasping, sweating. You'd smile if you could. For now, you'll settle for swirling your tongue around the massive pillar of meat lodged in your throat.

"Fuck, babe, you're so good..." he finally chokes out. "But I need more." His grip on your hair tightens, and he slowly pulls you off of his cock. Just as quickly, he slams back down your throat, balls slapping against the underside of your chin with a wet clap. Your mouth is backed up with saliva, spittle starting to drip out of the corners of your mouth. He begins to hump harder and harder, using you like a fleshlight. More and more spit is forced out, soaking your face and his manhood. All you can do is sit and gag, praying that you don't pass out before he finishes.

"Oh, hun, I'm gonna.. I'm gon-" he cuts himself off mid-sentence with a squeal and you know what's coming next. The tip of his cock flares, stretching your ruined throat even more than you thought possible. Molten cum fires like a bullet into the back of your throat. It's so thick it feels like your swallowing glue. His orgasm seems interminable, but all too soon he pulls out. One hand gripping your head, he strokes his cock with the other to deliver one final shot across your face. It hits you like a fist, splashing across your cheek before it slowly dribbles down your neck.

You feel like you've been hit by a truck and you probably look even worse. Your boyfriend gasps above you, staring at you before breaking the silence.

"You're so hot, babe. I've been wanting to fuck you like that for a while now." You're too tired to speak, so you smile and nod dumbly in agreement. He giggles, before walking away.

"This'll be a quick bath, hun, I promise. Then when I'm done you gotta jump in. I sure did a number on that handsome face a' yours..." he says before closing the door to the bathroom.

The soft fwoosh of the shower follows shortly after. A minute passes before you move, finally recovered enough to do something beside think about the taste of you boyfriend's love. You notice that, despite the copious amounts of emission inside and on you, you didn't get off at all. Maybe you should hop in the shower now. It'd save money. And time. Your pants are off before you turn the knob.

"I knew you couldn't stay away!"