"Oh my god..." Doomer thought to himself as he stared up at you, his eyes looking up and down your magnificent white cock, throbbing and veiny as it leaked pre cum straight from the tip. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest and his much smaller dick barely bulged his boxers. "He's so big..." he thought, adjusting his position almost like his body was twerking just for your cock. "Am I really about to do this? I'm scared, but... I want it so bad." His hands slowly rose from his his crotch, revealing the small bulge in his boxers and held onto your cock. He pumped and stroked your cock with both hands with how big yours was. Watching the tip bob up and down, dripping drops of pre cum onto the floor and his lap was turning him on. Lowering the tip to his mouth, he swirled his tongue around it, slurping up and pre cum. Try as he might, his mouth was too small. He twitched as he felt your hand on the top of his head, getting his hair intertwined in your fingers, before gagging loudly as you shoved your BWC down his sissy throat, his eyes going wide shock before rolling to the back of his head in pleasure.. Small ropes of cum shot from the tip of Doomer's boxers as his arms went limp to his side again. He wasn't in control anymore, you were. You bobbed your head back forth, using his throat as a fleshlight. It felt so tight, so warm. You make Doomer deep throat your cock and feel rope upon rope of hot, sticky, white cum flooding into his stomach, making Doomer cum in his boxers again. Pulling out of Doomer's mouth, a trail of cum drooled out and onto his lap. He panted and trembled. He didn't say anything tangible besides "More..."
