Have You Ever Had 22 Inches of Meat in Your Mouth?

 

“Have you ever had 22 inches of meat in your mouth?” Kira asked Dio as he was holding his sausage sandwich, which was 22 inches long.

Diavolo was sitting next to them, interested in the conversation.

“I’ve had bigger when I was human,” Dio replied. “What about you, Diavolo? I’m pretty sure you probably had plenty of meat in your life.”

The pink-haired man started sweating. “Yeah, I’ve had lots of sausages in my life. Italian--”

“Of course,” Kira responded.

“I do enjoy some Italian salami,” Dio commented.

“I-I got to go,” Diavolo said, excusing himself from the restaurant table.

Shit, I’ve never sucked cock before in my life.

“I wonder what’s gotten into him?” the blond vampire said.

“I don’t know, but this talk about meat is getting me hungry.”

Kira took a huge bite of his sandwich.

“This talk about sausages has me craving for a different type of sausage.” Dio winked at Kira.

“Oh?” Kira blushed. “Wait, let me finish this sandwich.”

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Diavolo drove out of Libeccio’s parking lot and headed straight to-- Shit, where could he go? He took his phone out of his pockets and dialed Kars. Perhaps he’s in the mood.

“Hey,” Diavolo spoke first, “do you… want to have sex? I want oral.”

“What the fuck?” Kars shouted.

Diavolo heard someone else speaking. “Who is it, babe?” That had to be Esidisi.

“No one, just some desperate whore.” Kars replied to him. “Fuck off.”

“Wait, could I at least give Wamuu a blow job? Maybe Santana?”

“What in the absolute fuck? Hell no! Stay the hell away from my sons, you got that?”

Kars ended the call, leaving Diavolo alone. Cars behind him started honking their horns. He sighed and drove aimlessly, unsure of where to go. While driving, he saw La Squadra’s hideout. He could ask Risotto-- Fuck no. He drove past the building. There was one person he could go to, and he knew where to find them.

Diavolo parked his car at the hotel and then dialed Cioccolata’s phone. As he answered, he could hear a dog barking.

“Secco!” the doctor shouted. “Quiet down, I’m on the phone with the boss. So, are we still spying on La Squadra or not? I’m not trusting Sorbet and Gelato. I think we should get rid of them.”

“I’m not here about that. I want to suck your cock. Please, let me give you the suck!”

“B-boss, this is so unexpected. Sure, our room is upstairs. Head to room 69. Hehe…”

The boss facepalmed. Of course, he would have room 69. He quickly made his way to his room and knocked on the door. Cioccolata opened the door, causing Diavolo to catch a glimpse of his room as well as the smell. It smelled like piss and something else that’s terrible. Why are there so many thongs on the floor? Is that vomit on the floor?

“Um, actually, I think--”

Before he could finish his sentence, Cioccolata pulled him in.

“Boss, I’m so glad you could drop by!”

Secco entered the room, walking on all fours, and barked at him.

“... I think I’m going to leave now.”

Once Diavolo got out of the hotel, he dialed Abbacchio, but he did not answer. However, he received a text message from Risotto.

“I know what you are looking for,” it read. “Come to our hideout.”

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It was around midnight when Diavolo entered their hideout. Surprisingly, the rest of Risotto’s team wasn’t here.

“Where is everyone?” the boss asked.

“They’re busy offing people,” the darkly dressed man replied. “But let’s get to why you’re here. You want to suck on my massive schlong.”

He sighed. “Yes, how many inches is it?”

“18 inches when it’s soft. 22 when it’s hard.”

“Jesus fuck! How can you have such a massive cock? Are you okay?”

“No, I am not,” Risotto replied.

The capo then pulled his pants down, exposing his erect cock in the air.

“Wow,” Diavolo commented. “Can I put it in my mouth?”

“Go nuts.”

The boss held the massive schlong in his hands and admired the piercings on it.

“Does that hurt?” Diavolo asked, talking about the piercings.

“I am always in pain,” Risotto answered.

He rolled his eyes at that comment.

Diavolo then tried to put the length in his mouth, but he wasn’t even close to putting half of it in. He tried taking it deeper but then pulled away to cough.

“Whoa, whoa!” Risotto worried. “You don’t need to take it all in.”

“I will have 22 inches of meat in my mouth, or I’ll die trying!”

“Alright, let me just sit down first. You know this is going to take a while, right? This is 22 inches we are talking about. Hold on, have you ever sucked dick before?”

“No.”

Risotto sighed in his chair. “Let me just text my team not to come here. Oh, and you better increase our pay for this.”

“I’ll give you anything. Let me just take in all this length.”

After a few minutes of almost gagging, Diavolo took half of his length in his mouth. Risotto looked at his boss’s face. His eyes were watery, and his hair clung to his face due to the sweat. Drool dripped from his mouth as they made eye contact with each other. Risotto’s hand went behind his head, slowly making him take a couple more inches. Diavolo moaned into his cock, making the other draw his head back,

“Oh fuck,” Risotto said. “You don’t know how bad I want to face fuck you right now.”

Diavolo made a noise to protest and then he drew back, coughing. “No!” He coughed again. “Damn it! I was close.”

“Okay, how about we try something else. I just want to nut. Just tell your friends you took my entire cock in your mouth.”

“But I need to—”

Risotto slapped him across the face.

“No, you don’t. How about you just take all of this in your ass? I have lube in my pockets. Sec, it’s here somewhere.”

“You carry lube with you?”

“The team wants my cock. Anyways, boss, are you ready?”

“Yes, I— HOLY FUCK!”

Risotto’s dick ran deep, so deep, so deep, it put Diavolo’s ass to sleep.

“Oh shit,” the capo commented.

He places his ear to his chest. His heart was still beating. Risotto let out a sigh of relief. Once, he had killed somebody with his dick.

“Okay,” Risotto said, looking at the mirror, “Illuso, I know you’re there. Come out. Please, I need help dealing with this.”