Suckin’ Wyatt’s Big Rod in the Dark
It was in the pitch black of night that I first laid eyes on the formidable form of Wyatt. Towering over me, I could barely make out his presence in the darkness, but I could feel his unmistakable magnetism emanating like electricity from his body. His hands were heavy on my shoulders as he pressed me down into the deep cushion of an old armchair. I could taste his lust as his lips crashed roughly against my own, and hear the sharp intake of breath when he pulled away. I’d never felt so alive before. The anticipation was electric. I knew then, what I was about to give into – life or death, pleasure or pain. The stakes were high. I was about to get a lesson in the art of suckin’ Wyatt’s big rod in the dark.
Table of Contents
- 1. Drawing the Shade – Setting the Stage for the Forbidden
- 2. Guiding the Lip-Gloss – Descending Into Delicious Wickedness
- 3. Reeling in the Big Rod – Grinding and Gripping All Night Long
- 4. As Daylight Peeps in – Evading the Morning with Secrecy and Shame
- Concluding Remarks
1. Drawing the Shade – Setting the Stage for the Forbidden
The darkness descended like a descending curtain, as I leaned in and caught the warmth of his breath. I could feel the inviting heat coming off his body, and I felt as if I had been drawn in. His lips parted and a deep, soft moan escaped as our tongues began to intertwine.
Our hands moved over each other’s bodies, exploring and caressing each other, finding delight in each other’s reaction. His firm muscular frame moved into me, pressing me back against the wall. I gasped and felt my head tip back to accommodate him as his strong hands traced up my spine then wrapped around my waist. His lips trailed down my neck as he went lower and lower. I trembled in anticipation and felt the heat of his lips as he reached my beltline and went lower still.
I wanted to feel his strength, pulsing in my grasp, and waited hungrily as his hands found the hard length of his manhood. I could feel the tight tautness of his build-up as I ran my hands along the full length, raising my desire and feeling my own arousal beginning to respond. I wanted to taste him and I opened my mouth wide, eagerly taking his full rod in as I began to plunge and suck on it with wild abandon. I wanted to feel his pleasure and his own chest rising and falling as he felt my caresses. I drove my own passion on, working him faster and faster until suddenly, we both soared with pleasure screaming into the orders for our mutual triumph.
2. Guiding the Lip-Gloss – Descending Into Delicious Wickedness
I felt Wyatt standing behind me, his big hands exploring my body, going places I’d never thought I’d let another man enter. He grabbed a handful of my hair and gently pulled back, his breath hot against my neck as he began reassuring me. At first hesitant and tense, I started to relax as his lips landed softly on my skin, tracing an invisible path of fire with each kiss.
I soon found myself fully aroused, his muscular body driving me wild and begging me for more. His hands finally reaching my belt buckle, he yanked it out of its latch and forced me to turn around and face him. His face was inches from mine, his lips still slightly open. He spoke in hushed tones, giving me guidance on our journey. He asked me to grab his belt and pull it off. As I complied, I could feel his huge cock trembling beneath his tight jeans.
As soon as the belt was removed, his boxers cut to the side and I was met face to face with his magnificence. His huge glistening shaft begged for attention, and I knew what I must do. I slid to my knees, palms shaking as I wrapped my hand around his immense length, a respond to him sliding into my soft, wet grip. His breath grew heavier as I did, his chest rising and falling with what I assumed to be delight. I slowly spread my lips wide, feeling his hard rod filled my mouth, guiding it in and out as if I had been trained to do it.
As I reached the base of his shaft, I felt him let out a loud moan and start thrusting his hips further and further into my depths. His of pleasure filled the air, and I knew I was enjoying this journey into delicious wickedness just as much as he was.
3. Reeling in the Big Rod – Grinding and Gripping All Night Long
It was a night made for sin. I slid on my jeans and got in my car, the faint smell of whiskey leaking from my jacket. I hit the accelerator and headed to the truck stop, my heart racing as the night blended in with the stars. I had arranged to meet Wyatt, the man of my fantasies, a hulking figure shrouded in darkness. There he was, leaning on his truck, a teasing smile on his lips, and a fire in his eyes. I knew then that I had to have him.
We crept inside the shadows of the backseat of his truck, his hands hot on my flesh. His rod, thick and throbbing, found its way into my mouth and I began a fervent suckling, gyrating against his thick manhood. We ground against each other, gripping and gripping all night long, until the first light of morning began to creep in the sky. We emerged tired, spent and breathless, yet we couldn’t help but revel in the pleasure of a night to remember.
4. As Daylight Peeps in – Evading the Morning with Secrecy and Shame
The floor creaked beneath our interlocked bodies. Moonlit sweat glistened between us like pearls in an ocean of heady salt. There was no shame here, no judgement, only a sensual exploration of what pleasure could be. His soft lips tasted like wine and smelled as sweet as lavender. Our breathing was short and staccato, our passions unleashed.
I could feel Wyatt’s manhood stiffening against my leg, the power and size driving me wild. With a savage hunger I ran my tongue across its length as I probed his depths, taking all he was willing to give. He quivered with pleasure at my touch, his moans of ecstasy echoing through the darkness. We were one and the same, him and I; engulfed in a burning flame of lust. His big rod plunged in and out of me, every thrust intensifying the sensations that rippled through our bodies. Our crescendo of pleasure carried on until the light of dawn hit the curtains and we had to break away. His taste was mine and mine was his as we parted in the morning, our mouths filled with the sweet teasing taste of secrets shared.
Concluding Remarks
The night was dark and Wyatt’s big rod glimmered like a beacon as I finally closed my lips around it, giving way to a deep and dark pleasure. His moans reverberated in my ears, a chorus of sweetness and ecstasy that made my entire body shudder. Soon enough we both reached a point of pure satisfaction, and I left with a satisfied smile, the flavor of Wyatt’s manhood heavy on my tongue. Until next time, I left with one thought burning in my mind: I can’t get enough of that dark and gritty experience.
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