A final blow job's final breath

It was a local band show at a community centre, and I had drank and smoked enough to relax mysocial inhibitions. I'd been dancing with one guy most of the night, been outside with him for a few smokes and drinks that weren't allowed inside. We'd made out a fair bit already, and I'd felt how hard he was when he was pressed up against me inside. 

We eventually slipped into the handicap washroom, which was the only single person washroom, and it locked completely from the inside. He barely had the door locked before I was on my knees on the bathroom floor, undoing him pants and pulling out his cock. Already hard, 6", and the foreskin just slightly pulling back; I could see a bit a glistening precum already, and I couldn't resist it. 

I wrapped one hand around his cock, and pulling back the foreskin, leaned forward to lick the precum from the tip. I could smell musky sweat, heavy from dancing in the hot hall. I breathed him in as I wrapped my lips around the head and swirled my tongue under the sensitive tip, making him moan quietly above me. 

Taking his balls in the other hand, I pulled them gently and I slid his cock further into my mouth. I barely gagged as I took him into my throat; his moans deeper this time, and I slid my lips down his cock. My tongue pressed against the soft underside, I finally pressed my nose right into his short-trimmed pubes, as he wrapped his fingers into my hair and pulled me harder against him. 

I wrapped my lips tight around his cock and worked my throat muscles as I slowly slid it back out of my mouth, leaving only the tip behind my lips. Holding his cock firmly in my hand, I followed my lips, squeezing more precum from his slit. Licking away the precum, I continued working my tongue around the head briefly before quickly pushing forward, swallowing his cock to the base. He grasped my hair tighter, moaning more and telling me how good my mouth felt, how he was going to fuck my throat and feed me his cum. 

Using my hair as a handle he pulled his cock out of my throat until the tip was resting on my tongue, then slowly pushed it back in. I kept my lips wrapped tight around him as he picked up his pace. I knew he wasn't going to last long, and I wanted to taste his cum. My chin was dipping already from him fucking my throat, and I could barely hear his moans over the sloppy sounds in my ears as he used my mouth like a fleshlight. His cock filled my throat so I could barely gulp the tiniest breath when he pulled out of my throat on each thrust.

He put a hand to my throat and squeezed. The skin ridging beside his fingers from the pressure, the blood in my ears instantly pounding. My lungs protesting even less air. I was sure he must be able to feel his own cock through my throat. His hand was tight and while I was already struggling to breath past his cock, this left me with no air. My whole body was on fire from the sensation. **Is this finally it?** I thought with overwhelming excitement as my vision started to blur.

He started thrusting harder, making me gag on his cock; stomach heaving with nowhere to go, even as I felt his sac tighten in my hand, and the light started to fade. Letting out a single deep moan, he pushed his cock all the way into my throat, pressing my face hard against him, my limbs going numb and hand falling. His cock began to spasm in my mouth even as I felt the hot cum begin shooting into my throat. My muscles started working to swallow by reflex, milking more cum from his cock even as it throbbed in my throat and mouth. Then those muscles failed and loosened around his cock. My final thought in the darkness being how sweet he had tasted on my tongue. 

He finally unwound my hair from his fingers and let me fall against the toilet before smiling down at my body already beginning to cool on the floor.