Young and Hood (Patreon)

I woke up one morning to a WhatsApp message.

An 19-year-old straight boy had seen my videos and number online and wanted to try my mouth. His first message was blunt:

“COME, SUCK ME OFF UNTIL I CUM

AND THEN FUCK OFF.”

I answered yes.

He sent me two videos. One of him getting sucked by a trans girl in a nightclub bathroom while still talking to his friends. Another of him getting blown by a girl out in the woods. His cock was absolutely massive — thick, long, easily 8.66 inches. You could see the size clearly in both clips.

Then he started sending me pictures from class. He was in school, some kind of vocational course for guys who didn’t finish high school. A heavy bulge in his jeans. He told me watching my videos had made him hard during lessons. That image alone already had me hungry for his massive cock.

We tried to coordinate around his class breaks and finally settled on meeting at a shopping mall mid-morning. He took the metro and kept sending me updates the whole way — the outline of his hard cock in his pants, how turned on he was getting the closer he got to me. Watching that thick dick strain against denim while he rode the subway toward my mouth made me stupid with hunger. I’m a lucky faggot.

I called an Uber and was at the mall in no time. He told me he was standing in front of the bathrooms near the Lacoste store. He said to walk past, look at him, and if I liked what I saw and still wanted to suck him, to give him a signal.

I walked down the corridor and spotted him immediately.Tall as hell — about 6’3. Slim. White. Black Adidas jacket, black cap, jeans, a little chin beard. That classic white-boy from the hood look, but really fucking handsome and sexy at the same time.

I texted him that I wanted his cock.He walked straight into the bathroom. I followed and stepped into the same stall.

The second the door locked he warned me, voice low and already breathless:

“I’m so fucking horny. I’m probably gonna cum real fast… but keep sucking. I can give you two or three loads if you don’t stop.”

I sat on the toilet. He stood in front of me. I opened his jeans, pulled them down, and wrapped my hand around the thick shape already hard and wet under his boxers. I couldn’t wait any longer. I yanked the fabric down and pulled him out.

The cock that slapped against my face was so big, absolutely ridiculous.

“What a fucking huge cock,” I whispered.

He just smirked and winked at me with that cute, dirty bandit look.

I took him into my mouth and started sucking slowly, one hand cradling his heavy balls. I could already feel how close he was — the way his breathing turned sharp and the way his cock kept pulsing against my tongue with every stroke. I forced myself to slow down even more. Long, wet licks. Soft, loving suction. I wanted to drag it out.

Outside the stall we could hear cleaning ladies talking and guys coming in and out of the bathroom to piss in the urinals. The risk only made it hotter. The need to have that giant dick buried in my throat was stronger than any fear of getting caught at 11 a.m. in a busy mall.

I buried my nose in his balls and breathed him in. He smelled clean and masculine. I ran my hands up over his hard, defined abs while I worked more of his length into my mouth. Then I kept my promise — I pushed forward until my nose pressed against his stomach and took him all the way down in one wet, deep stroke.

His eyes went wide. Both hands grabbed my head.

“I’m gonna cum— I’m gonna cum— I told you it would be fast, but keep sucking, I’ll give you more—”

I love when straight boys lose control and just flood my mouth.

His thick cock started pumping, jet after jet of heavy cum shooting straight down my throat. I felt every pulse fill me. I kept sucking and swallowing, taking every drop. His dick stayed rock hard the entire time, never softening even a little.

Unfortunately, right after he finished I heard the crackle of security radios and the voices of the cleaners getting closer. I pulled off and told him we needed to move. He nodded, already nervous. He opened the stall door and walked out fast. I flushed, fixed myself, and followed.

The guy at the urinal stared at both of us. I washed my hands like nothing had happened and walked out. There were security guards near the entrance, but I didn’t even glance at them.

I kept texting the guy. I spotted him at the end of the corridor. We tried to find another bathroom before he had to go back to class, but he said the guards were already watching him and he was too nervous. Still, he told me he’d loved the blowjob.

He went back to his school.I went home with a belly full of fresh straight-boy cum.

It was one of the biggest cocks I’ve had in my life. Not even big but super perfect and beautiful.I would love to serve him again but unfortunately we lost contact.