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"So, am I doing a good job or what?" Toji asks the boy kneeling on the tatami, while his eyes are still on the TV, a stupid reprise of a race and he still chose a winner in his mind just because that's what he always does.

Toji was left out of his apartment for the night since the man who was supposed to bring him his keys is fucking late again. He could have paid for another set but that's a pain in the ass and such a waste of money he might as well have gone back to the pachinko for the rest of the night. And he was a bit short on cash after tonight's losses...

Good thing he didn't even need to think long before his neighbor, a scrawny boy he's seen around once or twice, offered him to stay for a few hours till sunrise. 

You're not even gonna say thank you? Kid's not even afraid of someone several times his own size.

Ah. The boy asked him for compensation, and Toji wouldn't refuse. So in no time he had the boy, Megumi, on his knees and his cock shoved inside his pretty mouth.

It's what he knows best after all. Any woman would always just happily give him a few thousand yen only to be able to suck his cock. 

He's actually being way too generous here. The boy isn't even paying him or anything, just doing him a small favor.

Megumi doesn't answer his question. Doesn't answer if he's doing a good job or not. He can't. And he doesn't need to. Toji can see exactly how good it is by how deep into his throat, how red and wet the boy's eyes are now, how disheveled he looks just from sucking a bit of cock for a few minutes.

"Ah, you could've been a good whore" Toji praises him. He's fucked many mouths before but, while none lacked enthusiasm, some of them weren't exactly great at this. Megumi looks pissed, like he could raise hell at Toji and kick his ass, but he still takes it masterfully, Toji's cock sliding smoothly, not a shadow of teeth. And Toji swears the boy even knows how to make it tighter somehow.

"It makes me wanna see you cry just a bit more." Because he's still too composed. And Toji's nowhere near small enough for composure. So he grabs the boy's dark strands, as dark as his own, a tight fist holding him closer by force, pulling his hair as he forces him deeper.

Megumi half shouts with Toji's cock inside his mouth, eyes to the back of his skull and tongue finally lag and well behaved inside his mouth, no longer molesting Toji's underside.

"Shh, be a little quieter, okay? I still need to hear the results" He says, the TV barely audible now that the boy is gagging on his cock. He almost sounds into it, Too realizes.

"You hard? That's cute." Toji takes his eyes off the race and finally notices the bulge. He lazily uses his right foot to scratch his left one, then brings his foot to Megumi's crotch, pressing down slightly. It's enough to make the boy squirm and his strangled noises are back again.

"See how generous I am? You're not even paying me anything, didn't even offer me an appetizer to watch the race" Megumi's opening his throat further the more Toji touches him down there, it's fascinating. His drool is probably dirtying the floor already, not that Toji actually cares. 

"I'm not one to spoil, I'm only doing it because you don't look spoiled. So I'll give you a treat." His foot keeps pressing, rubbing, but mostly just letting Megumi thrust against it, looking for friction. He enjoys the desperation, the confusion and guilt of first carnal pleasure. Because Megumi's skill is certainly not experience, but raw talent.

He pulls Megumi's hair until his cock is almost fully out, thrusting lightly, feeling the boy's tongue and the roof of his mouth. Then he pulls out completely and lets the boy breathe for a few seconds before pressing against his lips again. 

He's not in a hurry, though, so he merely rubs against the boy's lips, which instead of staying stubbornly closed, make way for a warm tongue to swirl around his fat head, his mouth half kissing and half sucking the tip. It feels damn good, so good Toji almost forgets he's trying to keep an eye on his boat.

Megumi just keeps doing it. Almost like he's french kissing the head of his cock, and Toji suddenly can't watch tv anymore when that pink tongue does things like that, covers his cock in spit and kisses it until there's a thin strand connecting his mouth and the shining tip.

When his cock pushes inside again, it's nothing like the first time. This time it's like Megumi's mouth immediately sucks him in, and Toji takes the invitation, burying himself deeper, bringing the kid closer by a tight hand on his hair, big as his entire scalp.

"I'm almost there, kid." He says as Megumi tries to get whatever he can out of it too, rubbing himself fervently on Toji's foot.

"Open wide, I like it deep" Toji likes to make sure it's been swallowed. No room for spitting, just straight down the throat. 

The way Toji grabs his hair is rather brutal, but Megumi seems to have little complaints, more concerned with not choking on the monster probing his uvula, more concerned with keeping breathing while a moaning and crying mess amidst his own orgasm.

His little legs tremble and try to thrust up, trying to chase the last waves of it, while Megumi sings beautifully, even with a mouthful of cock. It's good. Toji thrusts faster, his pre and Megumi's spit having become a white foam covering the boy's lips, making him look even dirtier now, thick cock struggling past his lips.

The narrator is announcing the winner and Toji fucking loses, like always, and he's pissed, and almost cumming, it's the strangest of feelings. But perhaps just what the doctor ordered. A sweet orgasm after a bitter loss. So Toji loses himself on the sensation, lets his hips thrust powerfully while his hand forces Megumi to stay right where he is and just take everything.

"There you go, your payment." A thick load down his throat.

Maybe he should come here to watch his races more often. He'd certainly get more out of them that way.