In the middle of the afternoon, at the very top of the most isolated tower in the projects, where the elevators no longer go and where hot wind rushes between the concrete slabs, Cocksucker was waiting for his craving. This young Arab gay, slim, dark-skinned and naturally submissive gaze, was renowned throughout the projects for his velvet mouth: a deep throat, warm and incredibly soft that wrapped cocks like a silk sheath. He waited, already excited, his tongue slightly out. Daddy arrived without a word. His pants pulled down over his thick thighs revealed an enormous cock, heavy, veined, half-hard. A monster thick as a wrist, with a wide, purplish head. Cocksucker immediately moved toward it. He opened his renowned mouth wide and swallowed the head in a single slow and fluid motion. His velvet mouth wrapped the huge cock with perfect softness, warm and wet, sliding without resistance along the shaft. He took it deep, his throat relaxing naturally around the thickness, abundant saliva flowing down his chin. The old man firmly grabbed his head by the hair and imposed a powerful rhythm, fucking that legendary throat without restraint. With each thrust, the cock disappeared entirely between the young Arab's lips, his heavy balls slapping against his soaked chin. Cocksucker remained arched, ass offered up in the air, totally focused on the pleasure he was giving. His velvet mouth sucked, massaged and caressed the huge cock with perfect skill. The wind from the projects made doors slam around them, carrying the smell of sex to the heights. In broad daylight, exposed to possible views from the other towers, Cocksucker felt in his true place: a North African known for his exceptional mouth, used as nothing but a cock hole. The old man accelerated, his hips more jerky. He pulled his cock dripping with saliva out, slapped it several times on the soaked face and swollen lips of the young man, then shoved it back in to the balls. Moments later, he came violently, long thick and powerful jets on the face and in the mouth. Cocksucker swallowed everything he could, coughing slightly, his eyes bright with pleasure, a thick stream of cum running down his chin. He remained on his knees, mouth half-open and still throbbing, looking satisfied, as the wind carried away the last traces of the act.