A Day Driving in the Country

"You have to learn to relax, so that I can get my cock down your throat," Smokey panted. "Concentrate, and let's try this again."

Still holding onto my hair, he shoved his huge cock back into my mouth. I started to get the hang of it as he pumped his cock into my throat. I was still making gagging sounds; the sounds are hard to explain. Sort of a cross between vacuuming sounds, a plunger in a toilet sound and sucking the last bit of a milkshake through a straw. I really started to enjoy the sensation of getting my face fucked, with the spit drooling out of my mouth; the sounds I was making while having this done to me, and his animal grunts.

After about fifteen minutes of abusing my mouth, I heard him moan that he was about to cum. He stopped pumping into my throat and held the cock head in my mouth and started to power cum. I could feel the warm salty tasting cum filling my mouth. I started to swallow it, but there was so much. I choked a little bit and some cum spurted out the side of my mouth and started to drip down my chin. He kept splashing more and more cum into my mouth as he jerked his body from the orgasm he was having. I managed to swallow most of it, but some did leak out and was dripping off my chin.

"Fuck, that was good. Did you enjoy that as much as I did? For someone who never sucked cock before, you did a great job deepthroating my cock!" he laughed.

I was still squatting on the ground as I looked up at him and realized that I did enjoy it. The feeling of being so submissive while another guy used me for his sexual pleasure was getting me so hot. Plus the taste of his cum in my mouth was like an aphrodisiac, liquid horniness. My cock hurt because it was bulging so hard, still folded up along my hip; stuck in my ridiculously short cut-off jeans.

Just then another Highway Patrol car pulled up and parked on the dirt road behind my Smokey's car.

"About time you got here Jebb, I radioed you at least a half hour ago," Smokey said.