"Oh yeah, Billy boy, that's the way! Work on that thing!" He liked the feeling when I swallowed. He put his hands on the back of my head and pulled me...closer. I didn't gag. My face and lips were buried in his thick curly pubic hair every time he pulled me towards him and humped his hips forward. I smelled his sweat. His taste and smell excited me.Charlie set the pace. His hands held my head firmly so that his hips could drive that massive cock deep into my throat, then back out again till that. He used to come in my home to take me to different sites. He bought a second hand bike by which he took me to places. I took care of the petrol, the fare of which I could reimburse. One day, when we came to my home at 9 to take me, I said “Sorry, wait for a while, I will get ready as fast as possible”. He was waiting outside my room, I told him to come inside. I had a single room and a bathroom attached. I removed my shirt in order to take a bath and waited for the balti to fill and at that. "Her hand reached up to touch her hair as I turned and left the house.As I drove to the bar I had so much shit rattling around in my head that I don't even remember most of it. I can say pretty much the same for what I thought as I sat at the bar and looked at myself in the mirror. After my third drink disappeared I waved Tammy over for a refill. She brought it, set it down in front of me and asked, "What's wrong Bill? You are sitting here looking like Godzilla just ate your best friend." Not. “Oh, fuck…”, I hissed, then laid back down on the chair, stroking her hair. Her head bobbed up and down, working gently on my cock, as her tongue teased the bottom of my shaft, and her hands gently squeezed my balls. It was all too much.Oooooohh, sowmiya, if…If you keep that up, I’m gonna….Gonna cum in your…Mouth…Ahhhh,” I warned her. She heard me but didn’t pull back. Instead, she started going faster, taking my cock deeper inside her throat, and massaging my balls heavily. I tried really hard.