Vernon groaned and gripped the back of Hunter’s head. The old man’s grip was tight as he slowly fucked Hunter’s mouth. His semi-flaccid cock returned to life under the young man’s ministrations until he was able to shove it down the farmhand’s throat.
His chest heaved with heavy breath. "You got me ready to cum again. You gonna drink it like a good boy?"
Hunter looked up at the older man with one eye as cum dripped down his face.
Vernon shuddered with pleasure at the sight. "Oh, I’m gonna fuck you every chance I get, you hear?" He rocked his hips slowly, savoring the building pressure in his balls and the feeling of the younger man’s throat. "I’m gonna fill that pussy with so much cum. Gonna fuck this mouth. You’ll be wet just at the sight of me."
Hunter couldn’t answer with anything more than the wet sucking sound of Vernon’s cock sliding in and out of his mouth. He didn’t need to respond. Instead, he closed his eyes and held onto Vernon’s hips as he sucked the older man off.
When he felt Vernon’s balls tighten against his chin, Hunter held his face pressed to Vernon’s belly. More streams of cum shot down his throat; he swore he felt it enter his belly even before the reflex to swallow took over.
Finally spent, Vernon pulled himself from Hunter’s mouth, leaving the young man panting for air. Vernon stooped down on one knee and took Hunter’s face in his hands before kissing him deeply. It didn’t bother him that he was coating his tongue in his semen. In fact, the salt of his seed tasted better coming from Hunter’s mouth.
Parting for air, Vernon gave the young man a pat on the cheek before rising to his feet. "Get cleaned up, boy," he said as he stuffed himself into his jeans. "Better get some rest too. I expect you to be here just as bright and early as any other day." He hooks his thumbs in his belt loops. "Maybe earlier so we can have some fun. I want to see how well you can work with cum leaking into your jeans."
When Vernon left, Hunter sat in silence for a while until he could find his balance again. With some effort, he got himself dressed and used his sweat rag to clean his face. He still felt lightheaded as he walked to his truck.
What the fuck just happened? Did his boss really just give him the pounding of a lifetime? The memory felt unreal, yet the fluid that leaked into his briefs said it was.
He felt his clit getting hard again. Reaching down, he cupped the small erection and rubbed it through his jeans as he drove home. It was hard to operate as the images of his boss face-fucking him and cumming on his face flooded his mind.
"I’ll definitely be showing up early tomorrow," he moaned. Pulling into his apartment, Hunter finished himself off in the dim light of the street lamp.
After a few deep breaths, he hopped out of his truck and headed inside. Sleep was going to be rough tonight, but at least all those spare toys will be put to good use.
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