Spunk Suckers: The XXX Bundle Pack of Cock Sluts Who Suck and Swallow

By Ernie Duncan

Seven x-rated tales of first time, cute looking twinks, frustrated teens, mature ass-bandits and cock jockeys, and young, willing butt-sluts.  This is erotic gay hardcore focusing on the orgasmic delights of mouth service, giving and receiving, and may not be suitable for all tastes.

Titles: A Twink Boy Confesses, Used as Mouth-Meat.....     , The 18 Year Old Turned me into His Cock Sucking Whore, Cum Drinkers, On Your Knees and Open Up, I Learned to Suck Cock in Jail, Kiss and Tell Party

Seven explicit shorts of gay erotica; different guys, different situations and experiences, but all ending with explosive, mouth filling eruptions. Looking for something hard, hot and sweaty? You just found it! Scroll down and enjoy now!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ernie Duncan
• Release date: Jun 19, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393107965

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Age and Consent Disclaimer:

All characters contained in this work are aged 18 or over and all sexual activity was entered into of the participants own free will: Role play and Fantasy.

A Twink Boy Confesses

When I was 19 years old I worked two part-time jobs while going to high school, so when I graduated I was able to purchase a very nice car. My smarts as my boyfriend at the time called it, were not so hot, so college was never going to be in my future. But I was able to work hard and I loved saving money. When school resumed I dated several high school friends and a couple of college men. I was always the submissive to a fault. This behavior would cause problems in many relationships. I would do anything someone asked me to perform on them but I never took the initiative for anything—including the dates. My attitude throughout life was, what do you want to do or what should I do next. Soon the men in my life would become irritated and leave me. It sucked, but it was how my personality fit for me. One day my car needed some maintenance work and a few repairs. I was working full time as a 3rd shift stock boy and warehouse man at a large warehouse depot. One of my gay friends there suggested I go to this mechanic who he trusted with his repairs and other things too. He laughed but I did not get the joke. Since I am not the brightest light in the room if I do not get what appears to be a funny joke I laugh anyway.

On my day off I found the repair shop and met Mr. Simpson. I call him Mr. Simpson because that was the name on the placard on his desk behind the counter. The parking lot was full of cars with green papers in the front windows. No one was in the shop when I opened the front door setting off a small bell in the garage area of the building. Very quickly a large man who looked like a fucking bear entered and in a deep bass voice said, Hello sonny, my name is Mr. Simpson and welcome to my world. Mr. Simpson stood at least 6 foot 6 inches tall, he had on a blue mechanic shirt with hair sticking out the top two buttons, his arms were like fucking steel beams covered with hair, and his chest and shoulders barely cleared the door frame he just entered. He was not fat since the shirt and pants seemed to be flat all the way down to the huge boots on his feet. His moustache and beard were as black as dirty oil. He was wiping his hand with a shop towel that appeared to have been used several times before but when he finished wiping his hand he stuck it out to shake my hand. His grip was damn tight with his hand overlapping mine with room to spare. Maybe for the first time I felt as if my grip was a wimp ass grip and my hand size became another inferior focus in my body and personality design. His strong bass voice said, So what can I do for you today sonny? I was very fucking intimidated although he was nice enough and his smile was as large as the grill on many of the cars on the lot. Meekly and with my eye contact somewhere else besides on his face I said, I need my car worked on Mr. Simpson. He replied, Well you came to the right place so let's go outside and see what you want to have done. By the way, who referred you to me? I told him the name and he smiled and said, Aahhh yes, I have not seen him for awhile how is he doing? I told him he was the assistant manager of the warehouse where I worked and his smile increased as he said, Very good. You tell him I am damn proud of him and to stop by sometime and see me. He continued, So now explain what it is you want me to do for you today. I went over the car and explained what I wanted done and he made some suggestions. He wrote everything down on a clipboard and gave me a price. He told me I would need to leave my car and he wanted me to pick it up tomorrow after 6:00 PM. I took the bus home and to work that night.  

The next day I took the bus to the shop arriving exactly at 6:00 PM. Most of the cars from the previous day were gone and the lights were on in the lobby and in the garage area. I did not see my car but it was not a concern since I felt a trust with Mr. Simpson. When I opened the front door the small bell sounded and quickly Mr. Simpson entered. He was smiling as he said, Hi sonny we are almost finished so come on back and lock the lobby door since you will be my last customer today. After locking the door I followed him back to the garage area. When we were in the back of the shop I saw my car with a red paper in the front window. He said, Sonny we do a little more than fix cars here. Did your friend tell you we added a little more? I smirked and said, He said something like that but I was not sure what he meant by it and did not ask any questions. Mr Simpson said, Do you feel intimidated by me? My reply was a quick, yes. He said that is what we need to fix. He looked me straight in the eye and I caught his look as serious when he said, Take off your fucking clothes. I was caught by complete surprise but for some reason I quickly pulled off my T-shirt and dropped my gym trunks and boxers to the floor stepping out of them and standing naked in front of him. He walked over to me and said, What do you want to do now? I could barely talk and really was waiting for him to tell me what to do next when he said in this deep voice very slow, W-h-a-t t-h-e f-u-c-k do y-o-u want to do n-o-w and don't you fucking dare say I don't fucking know. I said, I have never done this before. He boomed out but not yelling just in a stern voice said, This has been your fucking problem all along not being able to make a fucking decision not being assertive or waiting for someone to tell you what to do hasn't it sonny? I shook my head affirmatively. He then continued, Fucking make up your mind or you and I will stand here all the fucking night long. The first thing that popped into my head I blurted out, I want to suck your cock. He dropped his pants and out came his huge cock. I got on my knees and placed it into my mouth. I was licking it and sucking it as it grew in my mouth. He held the back of my head softly as I moved my lips deep onto his shaft and then as I came up to his purple head I would suck it very hard moving my tongue over his penis hole and along the soft part of his cock. I licked his balls and shaft as if I was starving.

He soon said, "Tell me what you want to do