If it weren't for the sudden rush of pre-cum all over my tongue, I wouldn't have had a clue that he was getting just as turned on. I couldn't believe how much licking the man's cock was turning me on. The man could sense me still stroking my penis. My tongue flicked all over his dick, slurping, sucking and licking. The man held perfectly still as I tried to use my tongue on his cock. He pressed the gaping mouth of the gun to my temple. He nudged it closer to me with a quick thrust of his hips.
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I almost jumped out of my skin because I hadn't heard him move. When I looked up, the man's cock was in my face. The man told me to get on my knees and I did as I was told. He pointed the gun at me again and said that he was going to enjoy this. I noted in a detached fashion that he was shaved. What the fuck? I stood there watching, jaw hanging, my eyes locked on the eight-inch cock in front of me. The arrogant man stood up and pushed his pants and underwear off, a quick economical movement.
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He found my license and said that he was going to write the address down just in case he did not get what he wanted.
He looked through my wallet while I stroked myself. He found my wallet, keys, and a few quarters. The man ordered, grabbing my pants and going through them. He wiggled the gun a bit, lifting my balls this way and that, inspecting them. Incredibly, my dick was harder than it had ever gotten before. He leaned forward and lifted my balls up and forward with the cold barrel of the gun. I could feel the man's eyes on me, boring into my naked body, but I really couldn't see his face because of the mask. My boner grew in my fist because it was turning me on standing there in front off somebody else with nothing on and stoking my cock. The man was about the same age as I was and was a medium build. I stared hard at him, eyes sweeping his body. The gun was pointing off somewhere else, easing the edge to my fear.
The man sat down on the bed, and watched me passively. Hastily, I grabbed my prick and started jerking at it. By rights I should be pissing myself, not getting wood. My heart was hammering in my throat and I could taste my own fear, it tasted like a nickel, not coppery like I'd read about. The mouth of that gun seemed to be 20 feet across, ready to swallow me whole.
Slowly, I spread my legs, shocked to feel a stirring in my dick. I was standing there trying to cover myself up then the man said "Socks too". The man yelled at me not to turn around because he wanted to see my face. Then undid my pants and started to turn around because I was not wearing underwear. So I slowly pulled my shirt off while watching the man and then pulled my shoes off. I started to protest but the man pull the hammer back on the gun and told me that he would shoot me if I did not do what he told me to do. The man spoke in a rough tone telling me to strip. When I got inside I turned and saw the man had a mask on was holding pistol pointing straight at me. I went to the motel room and put the key in to the door and felt some guy put a gun to my back and told me to get inside. When I got out of the car I noticed all the lights in the parking lot were out but thought nothing of it. I got a room that was in the back of the parking lot so I went to get some sleep. It was late and I had been on the road all day so I pulled in to a small motel.