Just a Blowjob..

In the middle of the night, while summer air coming from the window tickled his thick skin, Jeff was lying on a couch, smoking his third or fourth cigarette. He was only with his black boxers on, what showed his hefty build. He would place his large hands on his chest, belly, or rub on his crotch and balls, asking his cock if he wanted to get sucked or not.

Actually, Jeff was great friends with his fat cock. Whatever his cock needed, mouth, pussy, ass, whatever, Jeff would do anything to keep him pleased and satisfied. Jeff was very proud of himself, and he though every little thing about him was perfect. He was pleased to have those big fake muscles, mixed with fat, and covered with hairy thick skin, more than anything. He even loved his own nasty smell, and always loved taking sniffs of his funky armpits, especially when they were sweaty - "Oahhh... The smell of a real man", he always thought to himself.

You might think it was just about.. a man smoking in a late night, but it's more than you might think. To Jeff, it was the biggest celebration. A celebration of being a grown 35 man.. a celebration of having a good job, with good salary, and owning a nice apartment.. a celebration of having no slutty wife, no noisy children, and not having to spend his money on anything more than himself.. and just simply living his life.

In response, Jeff's cock twitched. "Yeah, dude? You want that fag to suck you off?", Jeff smiled for his cock as he massaged him gently through the boxers. "I'mma get him on his knees for you, man, just watch". With that, Jeff took his cell phone to leave a missed call on Ray's, as a sign for his dick's need for a a mouth around it.

In fact, Ray was Jeff's only neighbor on the top floor, and also lived alone in a single apartment. He was a 20-year-old college boy, tall, thin and hairless. He'd always catched Jeff's attention for his smooth body, his long blonde hair and his blue eyes.

During the past few months, Ray had been well-trained to take Jeff's cock down his throat. Finally, he became addicted to it, to the point that he would force himself to stay up until 02:00 am at least, in case his master needed a blowjob or anything. Plus, whenever he spoke to his master, he would show all the respect to him, as well as refer to him as "Sir" and sometimes "Master".

Less than a minute later, Ray knocked the door. "It's open", Jeff said loud. Ray got in and closed the door behind him. He stepped toward the couch Jeff was lying on, finally getting on his knees between his master's thighs.

"Yes, Sir"

"How you doing, boy?"

"Great, Sir. Thank you for letting me suck your cock, Sir"

"No problem, boy".

For five secs of silence, Ray inhaled Jeff's crotch scent. He breathed the smell of his master's dry sweat and dirt, which had been building for about a week of no shower. It was the smell of gayness.. the smell of addiction, to him.

Jeff felt a surprising amount of gas forming up his rectum. He loved to push it out, making a rough and loud buzzing sound, and then took a deep delightful breath as his nerves were relaxed now. Ray was very surprised - His master had never farted in his face like that before. It showed his master's nature for real, because it came from his inside, and it had the same rough male feeling.

Ray sniffed the healthy fart, and he could tell it made his own 5" punk jump.

"Didn't thank your master"

"I'm sorry, Sir. Thank you for farting in my face, Sir"

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