There was only one person in the entire world who could get me to leave my cozy bedroom and brave such a cold evening and one person only—Ezekiel. His mother called me and asked if I could pick him up from the airport since she and his father were driving down to Mississippi to pick up his grandmother for the holiday. Like my family, his was adamant on loved ones being there to welcome someone home. So, I drove to the airport and waited for him.
Me (Cordero Chambers)
“Wow,” he said, catching my attention. “I knew your hair got longer but I didn’t know it was that long.”
I laughed and asked, “So, that’s how you start a conversation with someone you haven’t spoken to in person since Easter?”
Ezekiel Hardison
He smiled and immediately let go of his luggage before wrapping his arms around me and giving me one of his incredible teddy bear hugs that I love so much. After pulling away from me, he asked, “My mama didn’t lay it on too thick to get you to come up here, did she?”
“No, she just said the same stuff my mama would say if the shoe were on the other foot. We’re all they have so they worry.”
“Did she mention exactly when her and my dad would be back with my grandma?”
I smiled while revealing, “They will be spending the night at your grandma’s and will return here tomorrow.”
He rubbed his hands together and asked, “Does that mean what I think it means?”
“We’ll see. Right now, let’s get you home.”
As I helped him bring his luggage to my Honda CR-V, I couldn’t help but feel elated inside. My infatuation with Ezekiel Hardison began in middle school. We’d known each other since we were toddlers but it wasn’t until middle school that I knew he was the one for me. Our fathers had been best friends since high school; and naturally, our mothers were also best friends. We’d grown up together but never felt like we were related and I’m glad we didn’t because the number of times I’d had his dick throughout high school would be considered insanely outrageous.
“Zeke,” I said while driving us out of the airport parking lot, “I’m sorry Calhoun didn’t make it to the playoffs this season. The fact that you all came so close…I know it still hurts.”
“It’s all good,” he said while relaxing in his seat. “I’m just happy to be out of Maryland and back here at home. I can never be upset while I’m in St. Louis. This city is magic.”
“Are you really okay?”
“Cordero, I’m good. I get one more try next year, so it’s whatever. I will get back to football after the holidays. All I wanna do is eat, sleep and fuck—and not all in that order.”
I glanced over at him and said, “You have no idea how hard it was for me not to think of your sexy ass in that way while I was on the phone with your mother. All I could think about was my hot chocolate.”
“See, you know what it does to me when you call me that.” He grabbed his crotch and warned, “If you get me hard then you know you’re gonna have to take care of me.”
I decided to press him, revealing, “I have a butt plug in my ass right now keeping me open for when I ride you later.”
He slid his hand into his sweatpants and began stroking his dick, saying, “See, here you go.”
The moment he whipped his beautiful eight-and-a-half-inch dick out, I turned down a street and parked in front of the first abandoned house I came across. Since it was nighttime and there was no streetlight near, I knew the tint in my windows would be enough to hide what we were up to. I turned off my headlights and unbuckled my seatbelt before leaning over and stuffing his dick into my mouth.
“Ah, fuck,” he moaned. “Mmm, you don’t know how much I missed you, baby.”
I wanted to tell him I missed him, too, but his dick tasted so damn good that I didn’t want to stop sucking it. His dick was thick and heavy and hung slightly to the left starting midway up the shaft to the head. It had veins that pulsed strongly when he was hard and excited, pulses that can be felt in your mouth and ass. When I pulled his waistband down a little more to free his balls, the delectable fresh scent heightened my senses.
“Dick and balls smell good, don’t they?” he asked.
“Mmm hmm,” I replied as his dick was entering my throat.
I didn’t want to wet his sweatpants, so I kept it neater than usual. I loved being nasty with his dick the same way he loved being nasty with my dick and ass, but car play required a few restrictions. As he gently ran his hand through my hair, I fit as much of his dick into my mouth and throat as possible. I didn’t stop until I choked and absolutely needed air; and even then, I wasn’t off of his dick for long. Eventually, I put my tongue on his heavy balls while jerking his dick.
“Fuck,” he moaned loudly. “I haven’t busted since I jacked off two weeks ago. It’s gonna be a big load, baby.”
“I’m gonna swallow every drop,” I told him while jerking him harder.
“Oh, shit!”
I slid a finger underneath his balls and massaged his taint as I stuffed his dick back in my mouth and he grabbed onto me hard as he came. The first six shots fired strongly, hitting the back of my throat. His cum was bitter with a somewhat sweet after taste. I continued sucking him as the rest of it oozed out into my mouth. He still had his left hand on the back of my head and was pounding the passenger side door panel with his right hand, probably to help him withstand the sensitivity. He eventually calmed down and I deep throated him one final time before pulling his dick out of my mouth.
He stared at me as his chest heaved up and down and eventually said, “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby.”
He grabbed me and pulled me closer before pressing his lips to mine. I played with his dick while kissing him because he was still hard. After we stopped kissing, he put it away and fastened his sweatpants. I leaned over and planted a sweet kiss on his cheek before putting my CR-V back in gear, turning my lights on and pulling away from the abandoned house I’d parked in front of.
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