After an hour bus ride, I arrived at a looks-like-run-down mall in New Jersey. Called him from a payphone and he said he will be there in 15 minutes to pick me up.
When I saw him through his car window, I was taken aback by how much older he looks than the picture he emailed me. Still, couldn't resist his good look and his nice full beard, I got in the car.
"So did you make it here alright?" he said to me and put his hand right on my thigh and almost touched my crouch.
"Yes. No problem at all." I was already getting excited by the touch of his rough man's hand..
We check into a local motel. Father Jack shut the curtains and starts to unbutton my shirt. I reach my hand inside his shirt and run my fingers through his thick chest hair. That's exactly what turns me on, I thought..
Father Jack pushs me to my knees, hold his stiff cock right in front of my face and says, "suck it, will you?"
I can smell his manly odor. I'm hard the moment I put his cock in my mouth. His cock is quite thick and gags me. His precum tastes so good I just want to keep sucking it.
"Look at me." he gently stops me sucking him.
"Open your mouth."
I see him gathering saliva in his mouth and let it drop right in my mouth..
"Good boy." he lower himself and force his tongue into my mouth and kisses me passionately.
"Lie on the bed." he commands.
Father Jack sits on my stomach and presses my both hand to the bed with each of his. I get a little nervous for I cannot move and don't know what he has in mind.
Before I know it, he starts spitting.
I turn my face and his spit lands on my face.
"Be a good boy and open your mouth." "That's right.." he then spit right into my mouth. I was surprised by myself for not objecting it. It was the first time that I learned spitting can be so erotic.
"Just put up with it, ok?" Father Jack says to me and keeps spitting for many more times.
Father Jack lets loose of my hand and turns around. We are now in 69 position. He sits on my face, forcing me to smell his asshole. My nose is rubbing his hole while my lips are touching his balls. I try to lick his balls and he starts to moan. He then works on my cock with his warm, wet mouth. His hands touch all over my thighs and legs.
I have his cock deep in my mouth, holding, squeezing his ass with my both hands.
"Will you cum for me? Yeah?" he strokes my cock fast for a few times and put it back into his mouth. His beard rubs against my stomach and I was ready..
"Ohh.. I'm cumming..", I "warn" him.
Father Jack hold my balls so tight while I my load explodes in his mouth. He gets up facing me after sucking on my cock for a little longer. He sits on my chest and jerks himself.
"Open your mouth and stick your tongue out."
"You wanna taste Daddy's cum?" his sweat drip on my body when he strokes his cock. He moans loud and shoot his load all over my face with some right into my mouth. I still remember the salty tastes of his cum even now..
He lies down beside me, takes deep breath to collect himself.
"I wanna fuck you next time." he smiles and says to me before he heads to the shower.
