Billy's Tale

Johnny Utah's sleek car hummed through the twilight streets, pulling up to the sprawling gates of his mansion. He offered Chet Roberts a lift, a simple gesture after their chance encounter. Chet, eyes gleaming with unspoken promises, accepted with a nod. Inside the grand estate, away from prying eyes, gratitude bloomed into something raw and urgent. Chet dropped to his knees in the shadowed foyer, hands trembling as they unzipped Johnny's trousers. His mouth enveloped Johnny's hardening cock, lips stretching wide, tongue swirling with fervent hunger. Johnny groaned, fingers threading through Chet's hair, guiding the rhythm. Chet sucked deeper, throat relaxing to take every inch, saliva glistening on his chin. He pulled back only to lap at the throbbing length, then plunged again, cheeks hollowing with each eager pull. Johnny's hips bucked, chasing the heat, until release surged hot and thick down Chet's throat. Chet swallowed every drop, gaze locked upward, a sly smile breaking as he wiped his mouth—gratitude, savored to the last.