A nerdy teen swallows a huge load of cum in the changing room !

In the grimy, fluorescent-lit changing room, the air thick with the scent of cheap deodorant and cheap desires, a scrawny teen in glasses and a haggard sweater drops to his knees. He’s got a hunger in his eyes, a need that’s been simmering all day, and now it’s time to feed it. He fumbles with the zipper of the jockstrap bulge before him, finally freeing the thick, veiny cock that slaps against his cheek. He looks up, glasses fogging, and takes a deep breath, inhaling the musk of sweat and precum. His tongue darts out, licking the underside of the shaft, tasting the salty precum leaking from the tip. He wraps his lips around the head, sucking gently, his cheeks hollowing out as he takes more and more into his mouth. His head bobs faster, his hand stroking the base in sync with his mouth, sloppy wet sounds filling the small room. The cock hits the back of his throat, and he gags, tears streaming down his face, but he doesn’t stop. He’s a fucking slut for this, for the taste, the feel, the power of having this thick meat in his mouth. He can feel the cock swelling, the balls tightening, and he knows what’s coming. He pulls off just enough to let the thick head rest on his tongue, and then he feels it—hot, sticky cum filling his mouth, coating his tongue, his teeth, his gums. He swallows hard, the thick liquid sliding down his throat, and he looks up, cum dripping from his chin, a filthy, cum-drunk smile on his face.

The jockstrap-wearing stud grunts, his hands gripping the teen’s hair, pushing his face deeper into his crotch, making him choke on the last drops of cum. The teen gags, his body convulsing, but he takes it all, every last drop, his eyes watering, snot dripping from his nose. He pulls back, gasping for air, cum dripping from his mouth, his chin, his neck. He looks up, his glasses askew, his face flushed, and he licks his lips, savoring the taste. He’s a mess, a filthy, cum-soaked mess, and he loves every second of it. He stands up, his knees shaking, and he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, leaving a trail of cum on his cheek. He looks around the changing room, at the clothes strewn about, the benches stained with cum and sweat, and he smiles, his heart racing, his cock hard. He’s a changed man, a man who knows what he wants, and he’s not afraid to swallow every last drop to get it.