“I will,” he answers, lifting my hand from his groin and kissing my knuckles. “But wait til we get there, first.”
We get into his truck and drive a few minutes into Glendale, and pull into the entrance of the Glendale 9 Drive-in. I haven’t been to a drive-in movie since I was a kid, and I start to laugh at his choice of venue.
“We can watch movies at home,” I say.
Logan smiles. “Not like this.”
I shrug and go along with it. After paying the admission, we drive to the far end of the rows, away from the majority of the other cars in the lot. “Hmm, not such a good view from here.”
“Oh, the view is going to be just fine, I assure you. You didn’t think we were actually going to watch a movie, did you?”
“Hmm, well the movie theater kinda gave me a clue,” I say. The sun sets behind the movie screen and plunges us into semi-darkness. Logan eases the seat back to give us more room.
“C’mon over here, star student,” he beckons, turning sideways so that his back is against the driver’s door. He reaches for my hand and pulls me across until I’m lying on my belly, with my face nestled between his legs. “I believe the lesson was on how to deliver a top-notch blow job, also known as fellatio.”
“I know the terminology, teach,” I say, smiling up at him from my position. “I just need field experience.”
“Class is now in session,” he says. “Open my fly.”
I get excited when he gives me orders, and I move to obey. My fingers deftly pop the metal button on the waistband of his jeans and pull the zipper open. His thickening cock forms a delicious bulge behind the material of his boxers, and I wait eagerly for the next instruction. Logan reaches down to free it from its confines, and it springs to attention before my eyes. He’s huge, and I marvel at the smooth, plum-shaped head and the rippled veins standing out on his swollen shaft. It’s as magnificent to look at as it feels inside me when we fuck.
I notice a shiny bead of liquid forming at the tip.
“Lick that off with the tip of your tongue,” he says. I lean forward to lift the little jewel gently away, tasting its salty texture on the tip of my tongue. I like it. I hear him sigh with pleasure as he watches me. “Good girl. Now lick the sides like a Popsicle, nice and slow.”
I tilt my head so that I can reach all four sides, and drag my tongue slowly up his length, wetting the taut skin with my saliva. His cock stiffens and lengthens even further as I do so.
“Aah…” he groans. “Perfect. Now take the head in your mouth and suck just a little, baby.”
I love it when he calls me baby, and I think of Dirty Dancing again. I’m eager to please him, so I slide my lips over the dome-shaped tip and suck it like a lollipop.
“God, baby that’s perfect. Don’t stop…” he says, his voice growing rougher. He threads his fingers into my hair as I suck, gently pulling on the strands until my scalp begins to sting. “You’re doing great, baby… now drop your tongue and take as much of me as you can into your mouth.”
I open my mouth wider and relax my tongue, just as he said. He pushes my head downward, forcing more of himself inside my warm, wet cave. It’s like trying to swallow a cucumber whole, and my throat balks a little as it reaches the back of my tongue, but I fight the reflex and concentrate on the sensation of his slick cock filling my mouth.
He starts to thrust gently with his hips, at the same time holding my head fast, and I realize it’s just like fucking, only with my mouth. I tighten my lips around his shaft, feeling the ridges of veins and stiff muscle gliding in and out. Logan has a big cock, but incredibly it’s swelling even larger now, and I wonder just how big this man can get.
Logan groans. “That’s so fucking good, baby… now hold it against the roof of your mouth and suck hard.”
He lies still while I try this, slipping my tongue underneath his shaft and pressing it upward, trapping the delectable knob of head in the domed space at the top of my mouth. I suck it in a series of hard pulses, and it reminds me of trying to pull one of those ridiculously thick McDonald’s milkshakes up through a straw. I smile inwardly at this silly comparison, but the idea of consuming Logan turns me on with a vengeance.
“God, baby… that’s it…” he moans, his breath coming hard and fast. “Don’t stop… I’m gonna come, baby… so you either have to swallow or let me come on your face.”
I can’t say a word with his giant cock in my mouth. I want every precious bit of him I can get, s
o I know which one I’ll choose. His body tenses, and suddenly his warm seed jets into me with the force of a fire hose. I panic as there’s more liquid than I can swallow all at once. Some of it escapes out from the corners of my mouth as I struggle to take it all in.
“Holy fuck…” I hear him almost shout into the steamy air that’s filled the cab.
I suck and swallow until his flow ebbs, and his beautiful cock relaxes. I lick the last remnants of cum from the sides and then gently kiss the tip of it. His chest rumbles with satisfied laughter, and he strokes my hair, slipping the long strands through his fingers.
“That was fucking awesome,” he says. “You’ll definitely earn a Master’s in fellatio.”
“Do I get a good grade, coach?” I tease.
“Fucking A-plus, honey. With honors.”
“You taste like sugar and salt at the same time,” I say, as though noting the results of a lab experiment. I suppose I’ll never lose the habit of analyzing and recording my observations.