A pink tongue slid out to wet his lips to get ready for this rod he’s been eager to see. From the size of the bulge and what Thomas has felt with his hands, this man was enormous. Scarily enormous. His dark eyes looked up through his lashes to star Cyrus down in the bus station’s dark lighting as the man pulled his fingers out of his mouth, leaving a wet trail on his cheek. “Are you saying you want me to beg and be loud and needy? I can give you what ever you want, Cyrus.”
Thomas sat back on his heels, eagerly watching the man pull away his bottoms only to have that thick dick smack against his face. He had jerked back slightly in shock but the warmth and heavy weight of Cyrus’ dick on his cheek made Thomas stop. “Shit.” Cyrus was huge in girth and in length, the taut skin flushed because of his erection. The brunet moaned, lips parting to press and open mouthed kiss to the giant shaft. Both the heat and the scent had Thomas whimpering; he wanted to taste this man’s cock on his tongue, to suck him off even if he couldn’t take him all in. No one could possibly take the entirety of his length.
He felt Cyrus pull away so he could feel the bulbous head drag over his mouth where he could finally taste his prick. Cyrus didn’t have to ask twice. Thomas parted those lips and he took the pink head in his mouth, suckling the juices away. He was hesitant but Thomas raised his hand to heft that sack in his palm, rolling the balls in his hand.
With an agreeing hum, he nodded -- volume, screams, whimpers and pleas of mercy, were usually what brought him closer and closer to his climax. Once Thomas had the initiative to take control, his hand was drawn away from the base of his length, and was placed behind himself, accompanying the other hand, so that Cyrus was simply standing there, hands behind his back as he inspected the man’s work, as if it were completely normal to be gazing down upon the bulk of a fully-grown man, on his knees, whimpering over the gargantuan mass of his juicy prick. ‘If I see a single drop go to waste, yer ass-hole is gonna answer for it.’ And Cyrus hadn’t meant it in the good way, either. Still, he observed with joy as the man suckled and licked away at the preliminary juice that flowed from the tip of his engorged, wide head. ‘How’s it -- nggh -- taste?’ A groan rumbled from his throat when a warm palm and fingers held his plump balls. People always forgot how sensitive they could be, and he was surely grateful Thomas had gone ahead to show Cyrus that he knew what he was doing.
The only sounds filling the room was the ticking clock mounted on the wall, the buzzing of the television, and the slurping and sloshing of the strangers mouth against his thick pipe. The beauty, ruggedness and masculinity of the man had aided in keeping his interest and therein, his erection full and heavy. ‘Here, hold on a sec..’ To fully absorb himself in the pleasure he was being provided with, he took steps back and sat himself on his seat, his cock laid out across his left thigh, the few inches Thomas had been able to get into his mouth were glistening with saliva. Cyrus had just wanted to reach out and spread it across his entire length, but he held back, and simply had his arms resting on the back of the bench, thighs spreading wider for his partner to kneel between. ‘Come ta’ me -- no -- crawl ta’ me.’