His Cycle Master by Jon Riggles

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Canonical title: His Cycle Master
First words: I quickly darted in front of him, hoping to block his jumpshot. He was too fast though, jumping high up in front of me and reaching over my head before I knew what was happening. I think that I heard the basketball whoosh thr... (show all)ough the net above me, but I wasn’t sure.
I didn’t care either, because suddenly my mind was not on the game, but on the big black cock that brieﬂy flashed in front of my face when he jumped up! The loose gym shorts had bulged out, exposing an old jock strap that was crammed full of fat, thick, black cock!
I tried to imagine that same dick all hard and pulsing and erect. It must be quite a piece of meat if it was straining the confines of the jock strap while it was still soft. That would be one hell of a juicy mouthful!
I started salivating just imagining that fat rod stuffing my mouth and pushing out my crammed-full cheeks as I sucked and slobbered and choked over it. That dong was a real throat-stretcher all right! It wasn’t difficult to figure out the mouthful of hot cum that I could suck out of such a huge prick if I only had the chance!