By the time the young black guy came back down to pick us up, Ismael had been filing my face for a while, alternating between deep-throating me and licking his hairy, sensitive balls, sucking his dark, purple, almost black glans, sniffing his excitingly musky-smelling hairs before coming back to engulf his impressive dick in the back of my throat. "Come on bastard, let's go upstairs and see what you're really worth!" Apparently he liked verbal fucks, which was just as well, so did I! Since he was fucking my throat, it was impossible to answer him, but his comments on my pumping skills and his encouragement turned me on so much that my hard cock was starting to hurt and had long since sprung out of my jockstrap to stand proudly, the glistening glans of pre-cum (I've got a good twenty-two centimeters, but nothing like Ismael's).
