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His breath was coming in hard gasps. "Just suck, just keep on like that... please... whatever you do, don't stop."

So that's exactly what I did. I stopped, halting my movements and raising my head. "You're not going to..."

"Cum?" He shook his head. "No, not yet. I'll let you know." I smiled to myself - you could count on one hand the number of guys who actually mean that when they say it; and, besides, what made him think I'd give him the chance to? Without breaking eye contact for a second, my lips sunk over the tip, over the head, and I felt half his length disappear down my throat.

I held me there for a moment, withdrew and then sunk down again. From the back of his throat, I heard him give a little groan, and that was my cue to pull away again. "I thought you said you weren't going to..."

His gaze fell upon the bubble of pre-cum that was oozing from the end of his prick. "I haven't... it's nothing.... You don't have to carry on if you don't like it." He was actually beginning to sound uncomfortable, and I was even more convinced that I'd just presented him with his first ever blowjob. Well, we'd better make it one to remember, then.

"I don't know if I like it," I teased. "I just wanted to make sure that it was meant to be there," and my tongue swooped down to slurp it away. He gasped and I licked him again, sweeping across the top of his cock, then pausing to twirl a little, as though I was trying to burrow inside the hole, and winkle out more of the thick, clear juice.

My head dipped as I took half... more than half... of him into my mouth, and then, timing my movements for maximum effect, I decided to start getting rough, frenziedly fuck-sucking his cock as hard as I could, pausing for a breath, tossing a loose strand of hair from my face, and then taking him deeper every time.

My lips brushed the rough hair at the base of his shaft, my lips tight around the hot slick shaft that twitched against my throat. Then I jerked my head up. "You can let go whenever you want, you know."

He sat up. "I thought you said you didn't want me to cum?"

"No, I said I didn't want you to cum yet. You made me wait so long to actually touch you, there was no way I was going to let you go that easily. Now, though, I think we're both ready for it." And, as I sank down once again, to encase his cock inside my throat, it was as though a great levee had suddenly been breached, His cum did not shoot out, it flooded, and I felt it leaking from my mouth even as I fought to swallow at least a few drops. I wondered how long he'd been storing that lot up? And how long before he'd have another load for me?

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Moving day had come and gone., so where the hell was all my stuff? The trucking company picked it up on Wednesday, guaranteed delivery within the week - "relax!" says the brochure. "We'll carry your load." Then shoot me in the ass when I'm not looking. It was the following weekend and, so far as I could ascertain, I'd have been better off loading my life into a U-Haul and making the drive myself.

The worst thing was, the main reason I chose this mover in the first place was, their rep was the only one of the several I talked to who appeared to understand the human dimension of hauling your entire world from one corner of the USA to the other. "Moving can be a very stressful time," he slithered. "Our aim is to make it as easy as possible." Great, and I'll have half a gallon of snake oil while you're at it.

Unctiously solicitous in the days before the move, now he behaved like he couldn't give a shit. And why should he? The van was loaded and on the road - what was I going to do? Fly out and find it, and drive it in myself? So, when it turned out that the truck was running late, what des he do? He leaves an answer-phone message the morning its due,

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