Thanking him for his cum.
It was my first job. My first experience and it was with an older co worker. He seduced me, but I was open to it, even if I wasn't fully aware of it. He would entice me, skillfully encourage me and lead me forward. It was some of the most exciting and incredible experiences I had ever had.
I will call him "E." He was black, heavy set and freindly. With a warm, big smile, we became fast friends. I guess I enjoyed that an older co worker wanted to hang out and help me. Soon, I found myself in his car, late at night, after a shift at work. He leaned over and put his hand on my thigh. I had never felt such a head spinning sensation. I didn't say a word when he began to undo my pants. The feelings, the pleasure, I had never felt anything like it. When he touched my cock, I felt like my body and mind melt. I felt dizzy, it was all a blur. He sucked my cock, he made me cum and sucked it out of me. I remember his soft moan as he swallowed. He loved it. How could he love it so much?
I was young, I had never felt such pleasure. Of course I let him suck me off every chance we had. Also though, I felt a curiousity grow, a desire, a want. As we drove to find a private place. I naively asked if I could touch him. E undid his pants and pulled out his cock. Even in the dark, I could tell he was huge. I felt even more desire and want swell up within me. When he parked, I leaned into his lap. Nerves gave way to want and lust and I pressed my lips to it. His cock seemed so thick at first, I didn't even think I could suck it. But, running my lips along him in the dark, I found his cock's head and forced my lips around it. Instantly, I felt my own pre cum leak. It was instant ecstasy. Then E stopped me.
He said I should start with a smaller cock, one that wasn't as thick as his. Strangley, I felt so disappointed. I had suddenly discovered an unbeliveable, new pleasure and now being denied it only made me want it more. Maybe that was the plan. He suggested I try it first with someone else and that he knew a guy. A guy that we worked with. Nervous, but horny and driven, I agreed.
I'll call him, "P." He was just about the polar opposite of E. Muscular, handsome and lean, P looked like a "Ken" doll. An, every girl's dream, kind of guy (Or every gay guy's). P was also white. I knew him a little from work. So, when E dropped me off and P's place, it wasn't uncomfortable, as strange as the situation might seem. Even if we both knew exactly why I was there. He had to know why I was there, right? Some small talk later, he asked if I wanted to join him in the bedroom. I felt a swell of sexual energy. A flood of, what I can only describe as "cock lust," rushed through me. I could feel my hunger and desire grow. What a feeling! So difficult to convey. One that has to be experienced to fully understand. It is all consuming and defies logic. I wanted cock in my mouth so badly! No place for nerves, no time for shyness. Following his lead, I undressed as I watched P undress. First his shirt came off and my eyes followed down his ripped abdomen and stared eagerly at the fly of his jeans as he unzipped them. He stepped out of his pants, making his ample cock swing from side to side. Seeing it gave me that feeling. That tingle, that dizzy rush, that urge. He leaned back on the bed and agsin I watcned his sexy cock move and come to rest on his upper thigh. His legs, slightly parted, let me see his big, full and tight ball sack, so sexy. I felt myself harden. By the time I moved onto the bed with him, I was already rock hard. I'm sure he noticed. He must of loved that! I had ever been nude with a guy before and I found it such a turn on and thrill. As if proclaiming and leaving to doubt as to our intent to enjoy and pleasure each other through gay sex. Two young men, eagerly enjoying one another, sexually. Nude bodies, against each other. "Yes," I knew then, I wanted to feel his nude body against mine. "Yes," I knew then that I wanted to have sex with him in the most intimate of ways. P said for me to come lay next to him. As much as it might sound strange and as much as I knew it to be taboo, I wanted too and I did as he asked. He felt so warm. It was the first time I had ever been completely nude with someone and there was no hiding my excitement. My erection pressed against him as I moved closer. Oh, it felt so good. He felt so good. We just layed there for a moment. Maybe to just let me relax or maybe because he was planning his next move. I think it was to let me process, become comfortable and to let my natural lust and desires build and take over. I don't know how much more I could of wanted to suck his cock though!
His arm resting along my back and waist, he said, "Come here." I felt him pull me up high, closer. My head now resting on his chest, he began to stroke and rub my shoulder and upper arm. I could feel it, I could sense it. Somehow I just seemed to know what he wanted. I looked up and met his lips with mine. So erotic, so passionate, although at the time, I did not have the words. It was wonderful, sensual and made me feel a deep connection, to him, to his body. I had never kissed a man, but found it so arousing and natural. His soft lips to mine, my eager, horny hand caressed his stomach and moved down to his cock. I felt my chest heave, I felt myself sigh as I filled that hand with his manhood. Warm, full balls, so big, so tight against his body. Warm, thick cock, firm yet smooth and soft to the touch, now growing, becoming hard and erect. His lips pressing harder against mine now, I felt his tongue. I felt his urgency and need and arousal. I let his tongue push between my lips and accepted it. He kissed me deeply and I began to stroke him.
His hand on my shoulder, he motioned me down. Eagerly, willingly, I moved my mouth towards his hard, throbbing cock. It looked so big, so somehow beautiful. I saw it throb before I lowered my lips to it. I felt it throb as my lips explored it. Running along his shaft, along it's length, the full weight of the experience hit me. I was completely consumed with cock lust. I was consumed with the need and desire to pleasure it. Although, not ready to admit to it yet, I made love to his cock and balls with my mouth. An involuntary moan as I sucked on his musky balls. An involuntary sigh as I sucked on the magnificent head of his cock. P layed back and let me give in to my every lust and curious, cock driven fantasy. It was so easy now, so easy to moan for dick as I licked and sucked it. The taste, the sweet taste of his pre cum. My head swam and my brain seemed to tingle. It's flavor, it's effect both emotional and physical. As I sucked his cock, as I felt and loved every vein covered inch and curve, I paused and asked for his cum. Then stroked him and sucked him again. When he moaned, it sent a wave of ecstasy through me and made my own cock leak a flood of pre cum. My body shuddered as if in the embrace of a long, slow orgasm. My pleasure, now somehow seemed linked and locked to his. His orgasm, would be mine, I felt so sure. It only served to make me feel more urgent. P lifted his hips. Desperate to make him cum, I ran my finger under his balls and touched his asshole. I rubbed it, hoping to send him over the edge. Soft, hairy, my finger tip slide inside him. His hips were bucking now. "Oh, Yes! Please cum!" I would of begged but did not want to break the moment. To make him cum, I would of done anything. Moan for him! His cock between my wet lips, I moaned for him. Urgent, so desperate, I rubbed his asshole hard, stroked him hard and sucked his cock's head. Legs shaking, hips bucking, P released his load. The force of it, the flavor, so unexpected, I had no idea. It made me pull back in an instant and as it coated my tongue and slid down my throat, the next wave, the next stream, splashed across my face. Involuntary pre cum flowed from me as I throbbed. His cum felt amazing. Thick, powerful, wonderful. I felt so wonderful. Quickly, eagerly and full of desire, I put my mouth back on his cock and caught more of his semen as it flowed out. I swallowed his cum and felt euphoric.
"Thank you." I could believe I said it, but it seemed so very natural and truthful. I was thankful. I did want it so badly. I would never of imagined it. Usually, I always thought, it would be the one getting a blowjob that would be the one saying "Thank you," not the one giving it! Yet, here I was. Laying between his legs, the taste of his semen on my lips and tongue. His scent, his flavor washing over me in a flood of erotic pleasure. His big cock still pulsing in my hand, my hand still caressing and stroking it. His cock's head, just inches from my cum filled mouth, I said, "Thank you."
Maybe I was naive. "They would talk about it, right?" It seems silly now to imagine that they didn't. Afterall, they probably planned it. Of course they planned it. E had expertly lead me that way, right to him. He knew the hungry and desire he had exposed and nutured within me. I was young and so very curious. I was young, filled with sexual, horny need. Easily lead, easily impressioned. But, I was so very willing and now, even more so. I became to feel addicted. Addicted to the sex, to the act, to the emotion,to the pleasure. Addicted to all of it. Addicted to cock... addicted to cum.
I tried to act normal, but inside I was craving another experience. I couldn't wait to pleasure P again. I couldn't wait to feel his big, hard throbbing dick again and to taste him. To taste his cum again. It was such a thrill, oddly I seemed to get so much pleasure. It made me feel so satisfied and only made my own orgasm feel so very much better. Also, now, maybe E would let me suck him. If it was all a game, I really didn't care. I couldn't wait. For days, I seemed to be walking on air.
"So, did you and P get together?" Again, he had to of already known the answer, but I sheepishly said, "Yes." A little embarrassed, he would of heard of my eagerness and of thanking him. Even if he didn't, it was certainly written all over my face now. I felt so horny, I felt such lust and urgency. The feelings made me bold, they drove me on. I stood near E and actually said, "Can I try you now?" He laughed, that way he always laughed. "My, my!" he said as if surprised. Even bolder now, I reached out and put my hand on his crotch. "Are you sure?" He knew I was, he just wanted to hear me say it. He was toying with me. I felt his huge, thick dick through his pants and said, "Yes." I followed him over to the couch. It was bright and sunny inside. There would be no cover of darkness, there would be no hiding my actions in the dark, not this time. This time, he would watch me, this time he would be able to see it all and I would be able to see all of him. He sat down and I kneeled between his legs. "I'm gonna want you to fuck me sometime, too" I didn't even hesitate, I answered, "OK." As he leaned back, I eagerly freed his enormous dick. So dark, black, thick and heavy. In the light, his size was almost shocking. I felt a lust build up even stronger than I thought it could. He wasn't even fully hard yet when I stretched my lips around his cock's head. Even now, I strained to fit even a quarter of it's girth in my eager mouth. Oh, how wonderful it felt to feel him grow and get hard. I felt such euphoria. I felt such cock lust and love. I moaned on his black dick, sucked it, loved it.
I felt his hands on me and push me away. E pushed his pants down and moved to his knees with me, then he turned around and leaned over the cushions. His black ass looked huge. I kneeled there and stared. E reached back amd with a hand gripping his ass cheek, pulled himself open. His perfect, dark skinned opening was now exposed. He was offering himself to me. All I heard was his two simple words, "Fuck me." I was already so hard, I felt such need. I scrambled to my feet, rubbed saliva on my pre cum soaked head and pressed it against his asshole. E moaned, so ready for it. I pushed myself inside him. A tight warm pop and my cock slid into him. "Ahhhh" he moaned. Fuck, it did feel good! I reached forward and gripped his wide, thick hips and slapped up against him. His tight hole clamped down and gripped my cock, squeezed it, clenched it. I felt his soft, fat ass against my groin as I plowed into him, my balls making that fantastic slapping sound. What a sight that must of been! Lean, fit and white, holding onto his huge, thick, black ass, and fucking him furiously. I could feel that amazing sense of orgam building. I wanted nothing more than to fill his tight, hot hole. Pounding into him, I felt it build. Such urgency, such pleasure, I told him I was going to cum and he cried out, "Yes, yes, explode inside me, fill me! I slammed agasint him and held still, too sensitive to move, as my cum erupted out and into him. E moaned sofltly, "Yes, yes." My breathing heavy, labored as more cum continued to flood out. I could feel the huge smile on my face.
When I pulled out of him, he said, "Now, you get to suck this cock," and sat back down on the edge of the cushion. He was still so hard, so impossibly huge and rock hard. Pre cum covered his cock's head. It tasted sweet and amazing as my lips again strained to take him in. It seems untrue, it sounds crazy, but I was sure I wanted him to cum even more than he did. As much for me as for him, a cupped and craddled his massive balls in my hand. So unexpectedly heavy, my mouth was drawn to them and I sucked each one. His musky scent now all over my face, I felt dizzy and drunk. I sucked them, squeezed them, anything to help pull his cum out. My other hand stroked his thick and enormous shaft. My lips again sucked his cock's head. Fuck, the taste, the scent, the thrill of it. "Finger fuck me!" E's demands were met instantly as my fingers sought out his cum soaked hole. My semen was dripping out of him and lubed my fingers as one, two, then three entered him and began to move in and out, fucking him. "Oh, yes, yes, don't stop. Don't stop!" I moaned around his tip, eager, waiting for it. "Yes, yes" he said and then "Awwwwww," as I felt and tasted a rush of his sperm on my tongue. I sucked his tip hard and stroked his fat shaft, milking his jizz out. Head spinning, tingling, I swallowed it, over and over.
My young age, my raging hormones and lusts. With each passing day, with each hour, seemingly with each and every passing minute, I craved more. Maybe immature, maybe because of being naive and easliy influenced, I desired to be in P's bed, in his arms, again. Naked, pressed agaisnt him. To feel his muscular body, his warmth, his pulsing manhood. I would not of expected it, but I almost felt sheepish. Seeing him at work, in private, I asked to see him again. I felt as if he could see my cock lust when our eyes met. What ever embarrassment or shyness I might of felt was gone once in the privacy of his bedroom. We stood close, we looked at each other, we kissed. Softly, like lover's, we kissed and undressed each other. I was over come. I fell to my knees before him and undid his pants. An, "Mmmm," escaped my lips as I pressed them against his hanging shaft. I loved it's warmth, I craved it's feel. I craved the feelings and pleasure it gave me. The sensation of it swelling in my mouth. The sight, the scent of his full, musky balls. I loved the way they felt on my face. P lifted his leg amd I pressed my face into him. My eager tongue lapped beneath his balls. My cock was so hard! I licked and tasted his asshole. I felt intoxicated. I licked him as he stroked himself. "Anything!" I thought. "Anything to make that gorgeous cock cum!" My whole face was wet with saliva. My whole face covered with the scent and flavor of his ass and balls. P shook and I pressed my tongue hard against his hole, trying to push it inside. Then I felt his hand grip my hair and lean me back. I watched as his fist fucked his cock and his legs shook. An "Ohhh" sound and then a thick, powerful blast. I opened my mouth, eager, hungry for cum. He blasted me, a facial, and shot warm, wonderful semen down my throat. Oh, the amazing rush and tingle. So addicting! I felt covered in his cum. I wanted to be covered in his cum. As he stroked himself, I greedily locked my lips around him and sucked out and swallowed all I could. When P pulled back, I felt spent.
I will call him "E." He was black, heavy set and freindly. With a warm, big smile, we became fast friends. I guess I enjoyed that an older co worker wanted to hang out and help me. Soon, I found myself in his car, late at night, after a shift at work. He leaned over and put his hand on my thigh. I had never felt such a head spinning sensation. I didn't say a word when he began to undo my pants. The feelings, the pleasure, I had never felt anything like it. When he touched my cock, I felt like my body and mind melt. I felt dizzy, it was all a blur. He sucked my cock, he made me cum and sucked it out of me. I remember his soft moan as he swallowed. He loved it. How could he love it so much?
I was young, I had never felt such pleasure. Of course I let him suck me off every chance we had. Also though, I felt a curiousity grow, a desire, a want. As we drove to find a private place. I naively asked if I could touch him. E undid his pants and pulled out his cock. Even in the dark, I could tell he was huge. I felt even more desire and want swell up within me. When he parked, I leaned into his lap. Nerves gave way to want and lust and I pressed my lips to it. His cock seemed so thick at first, I didn't even think I could suck it. But, running my lips along him in the dark, I found his cock's head and forced my lips around it. Instantly, I felt my own pre cum leak. It was instant ecstasy. Then E stopped me.
He said I should start with a smaller cock, one that wasn't as thick as his. Strangley, I felt so disappointed. I had suddenly discovered an unbeliveable, new pleasure and now being denied it only made me want it more. Maybe that was the plan. He suggested I try it first with someone else and that he knew a guy. A guy that we worked with. Nervous, but horny and driven, I agreed.
I'll call him, "P." He was just about the polar opposite of E. Muscular, handsome and lean, P looked like a "Ken" doll. An, every girl's dream, kind of guy (Or every gay guy's). P was also white. I knew him a little from work. So, when E dropped me off and P's place, it wasn't uncomfortable, as strange as the situation might seem. Even if we both knew exactly why I was there. He had to know why I was there, right? Some small talk later, he asked if I wanted to join him in the bedroom. I felt a swell of sexual energy. A flood of, what I can only describe as "cock lust," rushed through me. I could feel my hunger and desire grow. What a feeling! So difficult to convey. One that has to be experienced to fully understand. It is all consuming and defies logic. I wanted cock in my mouth so badly! No place for nerves, no time for shyness. Following his lead, I undressed as I watched P undress. First his shirt came off and my eyes followed down his ripped abdomen and stared eagerly at the fly of his jeans as he unzipped them. He stepped out of his pants, making his ample cock swing from side to side. Seeing it gave me that feeling. That tingle, that dizzy rush, that urge. He leaned back on the bed and agsin I watcned his sexy cock move and come to rest on his upper thigh. His legs, slightly parted, let me see his big, full and tight ball sack, so sexy. I felt myself harden. By the time I moved onto the bed with him, I was already rock hard. I'm sure he noticed. He must of loved that! I had ever been nude with a guy before and I found it such a turn on and thrill. As if proclaiming and leaving to doubt as to our intent to enjoy and pleasure each other through gay sex. Two young men, eagerly enjoying one another, sexually. Nude bodies, against each other. "Yes," I knew then, I wanted to feel his nude body against mine. "Yes," I knew then that I wanted to have sex with him in the most intimate of ways. P said for me to come lay next to him. As much as it might sound strange and as much as I knew it to be taboo, I wanted too and I did as he asked. He felt so warm. It was the first time I had ever been completely nude with someone and there was no hiding my excitement. My erection pressed against him as I moved closer. Oh, it felt so good. He felt so good. We just layed there for a moment. Maybe to just let me relax or maybe because he was planning his next move. I think it was to let me process, become comfortable and to let my natural lust and desires build and take over. I don't know how much more I could of wanted to suck his cock though!
His arm resting along my back and waist, he said, "Come here." I felt him pull me up high, closer. My head now resting on his chest, he began to stroke and rub my shoulder and upper arm. I could feel it, I could sense it. Somehow I just seemed to know what he wanted. I looked up and met his lips with mine. So erotic, so passionate, although at the time, I did not have the words. It was wonderful, sensual and made me feel a deep connection, to him, to his body. I had never kissed a man, but found it so arousing and natural. His soft lips to mine, my eager, horny hand caressed his stomach and moved down to his cock. I felt my chest heave, I felt myself sigh as I filled that hand with his manhood. Warm, full balls, so big, so tight against his body. Warm, thick cock, firm yet smooth and soft to the touch, now growing, becoming hard and erect. His lips pressing harder against mine now, I felt his tongue. I felt his urgency and need and arousal. I let his tongue push between my lips and accepted it. He kissed me deeply and I began to stroke him.
His hand on my shoulder, he motioned me down. Eagerly, willingly, I moved my mouth towards his hard, throbbing cock. It looked so big, so somehow beautiful. I saw it throb before I lowered my lips to it. I felt it throb as my lips explored it. Running along his shaft, along it's length, the full weight of the experience hit me. I was completely consumed with cock lust. I was consumed with the need and desire to pleasure it. Although, not ready to admit to it yet, I made love to his cock and balls with my mouth. An involuntary moan as I sucked on his musky balls. An involuntary sigh as I sucked on the magnificent head of his cock. P layed back and let me give in to my every lust and curious, cock driven fantasy. It was so easy now, so easy to moan for dick as I licked and sucked it. The taste, the sweet taste of his pre cum. My head swam and my brain seemed to tingle. It's flavor, it's effect both emotional and physical. As I sucked his cock, as I felt and loved every vein covered inch and curve, I paused and asked for his cum. Then stroked him and sucked him again. When he moaned, it sent a wave of ecstasy through me and made my own cock leak a flood of pre cum. My body shuddered as if in the embrace of a long, slow orgasm. My pleasure, now somehow seemed linked and locked to his. His orgasm, would be mine, I felt so sure. It only served to make me feel more urgent. P lifted his hips. Desperate to make him cum, I ran my finger under his balls and touched his asshole. I rubbed it, hoping to send him over the edge. Soft, hairy, my finger tip slide inside him. His hips were bucking now. "Oh, Yes! Please cum!" I would of begged but did not want to break the moment. To make him cum, I would of done anything. Moan for him! His cock between my wet lips, I moaned for him. Urgent, so desperate, I rubbed his asshole hard, stroked him hard and sucked his cock's head. Legs shaking, hips bucking, P released his load. The force of it, the flavor, so unexpected, I had no idea. It made me pull back in an instant and as it coated my tongue and slid down my throat, the next wave, the next stream, splashed across my face. Involuntary pre cum flowed from me as I throbbed. His cum felt amazing. Thick, powerful, wonderful. I felt so wonderful. Quickly, eagerly and full of desire, I put my mouth back on his cock and caught more of his semen as it flowed out. I swallowed his cum and felt euphoric.
"Thank you." I could believe I said it, but it seemed so very natural and truthful. I was thankful. I did want it so badly. I would never of imagined it. Usually, I always thought, it would be the one getting a blowjob that would be the one saying "Thank you," not the one giving it! Yet, here I was. Laying between his legs, the taste of his semen on my lips and tongue. His scent, his flavor washing over me in a flood of erotic pleasure. His big cock still pulsing in my hand, my hand still caressing and stroking it. His cock's head, just inches from my cum filled mouth, I said, "Thank you."
Maybe I was naive. "They would talk about it, right?" It seems silly now to imagine that they didn't. Afterall, they probably planned it. Of course they planned it. E had expertly lead me that way, right to him. He knew the hungry and desire he had exposed and nutured within me. I was young and so very curious. I was young, filled with sexual, horny need. Easily lead, easily impressioned. But, I was so very willing and now, even more so. I became to feel addicted. Addicted to the sex, to the act, to the emotion,to the pleasure. Addicted to all of it. Addicted to cock... addicted to cum.
I tried to act normal, but inside I was craving another experience. I couldn't wait to pleasure P again. I couldn't wait to feel his big, hard throbbing dick again and to taste him. To taste his cum again. It was such a thrill, oddly I seemed to get so much pleasure. It made me feel so satisfied and only made my own orgasm feel so very much better. Also, now, maybe E would let me suck him. If it was all a game, I really didn't care. I couldn't wait. For days, I seemed to be walking on air.
"So, did you and P get together?" Again, he had to of already known the answer, but I sheepishly said, "Yes." A little embarrassed, he would of heard of my eagerness and of thanking him. Even if he didn't, it was certainly written all over my face now. I felt so horny, I felt such lust and urgency. The feelings made me bold, they drove me on. I stood near E and actually said, "Can I try you now?" He laughed, that way he always laughed. "My, my!" he said as if surprised. Even bolder now, I reached out and put my hand on his crotch. "Are you sure?" He knew I was, he just wanted to hear me say it. He was toying with me. I felt his huge, thick dick through his pants and said, "Yes." I followed him over to the couch. It was bright and sunny inside. There would be no cover of darkness, there would be no hiding my actions in the dark, not this time. This time, he would watch me, this time he would be able to see it all and I would be able to see all of him. He sat down and I kneeled between his legs. "I'm gonna want you to fuck me sometime, too" I didn't even hesitate, I answered, "OK." As he leaned back, I eagerly freed his enormous dick. So dark, black, thick and heavy. In the light, his size was almost shocking. I felt a lust build up even stronger than I thought it could. He wasn't even fully hard yet when I stretched my lips around his cock's head. Even now, I strained to fit even a quarter of it's girth in my eager mouth. Oh, how wonderful it felt to feel him grow and get hard. I felt such euphoria. I felt such cock lust and love. I moaned on his black dick, sucked it, loved it.
I felt his hands on me and push me away. E pushed his pants down and moved to his knees with me, then he turned around and leaned over the cushions. His black ass looked huge. I kneeled there and stared. E reached back amd with a hand gripping his ass cheek, pulled himself open. His perfect, dark skinned opening was now exposed. He was offering himself to me. All I heard was his two simple words, "Fuck me." I was already so hard, I felt such need. I scrambled to my feet, rubbed saliva on my pre cum soaked head and pressed it against his asshole. E moaned, so ready for it. I pushed myself inside him. A tight warm pop and my cock slid into him. "Ahhhh" he moaned. Fuck, it did feel good! I reached forward and gripped his wide, thick hips and slapped up against him. His tight hole clamped down and gripped my cock, squeezed it, clenched it. I felt his soft, fat ass against my groin as I plowed into him, my balls making that fantastic slapping sound. What a sight that must of been! Lean, fit and white, holding onto his huge, thick, black ass, and fucking him furiously. I could feel that amazing sense of orgam building. I wanted nothing more than to fill his tight, hot hole. Pounding into him, I felt it build. Such urgency, such pleasure, I told him I was going to cum and he cried out, "Yes, yes, explode inside me, fill me! I slammed agasint him and held still, too sensitive to move, as my cum erupted out and into him. E moaned sofltly, "Yes, yes." My breathing heavy, labored as more cum continued to flood out. I could feel the huge smile on my face.
When I pulled out of him, he said, "Now, you get to suck this cock," and sat back down on the edge of the cushion. He was still so hard, so impossibly huge and rock hard. Pre cum covered his cock's head. It tasted sweet and amazing as my lips again strained to take him in. It seems untrue, it sounds crazy, but I was sure I wanted him to cum even more than he did. As much for me as for him, a cupped and craddled his massive balls in my hand. So unexpectedly heavy, my mouth was drawn to them and I sucked each one. His musky scent now all over my face, I felt dizzy and drunk. I sucked them, squeezed them, anything to help pull his cum out. My other hand stroked his thick and enormous shaft. My lips again sucked his cock's head. Fuck, the taste, the scent, the thrill of it. "Finger fuck me!" E's demands were met instantly as my fingers sought out his cum soaked hole. My semen was dripping out of him and lubed my fingers as one, two, then three entered him and began to move in and out, fucking him. "Oh, yes, yes, don't stop. Don't stop!" I moaned around his tip, eager, waiting for it. "Yes, yes" he said and then "Awwwwww," as I felt and tasted a rush of his sperm on my tongue. I sucked his tip hard and stroked his fat shaft, milking his jizz out. Head spinning, tingling, I swallowed it, over and over.
My young age, my raging hormones and lusts. With each passing day, with each hour, seemingly with each and every passing minute, I craved more. Maybe immature, maybe because of being naive and easliy influenced, I desired to be in P's bed, in his arms, again. Naked, pressed agaisnt him. To feel his muscular body, his warmth, his pulsing manhood. I would not of expected it, but I almost felt sheepish. Seeing him at work, in private, I asked to see him again. I felt as if he could see my cock lust when our eyes met. What ever embarrassment or shyness I might of felt was gone once in the privacy of his bedroom. We stood close, we looked at each other, we kissed. Softly, like lover's, we kissed and undressed each other. I was over come. I fell to my knees before him and undid his pants. An, "Mmmm," escaped my lips as I pressed them against his hanging shaft. I loved it's warmth, I craved it's feel. I craved the feelings and pleasure it gave me. The sensation of it swelling in my mouth. The sight, the scent of his full, musky balls. I loved the way they felt on my face. P lifted his leg amd I pressed my face into him. My eager tongue lapped beneath his balls. My cock was so hard! I licked and tasted his asshole. I felt intoxicated. I licked him as he stroked himself. "Anything!" I thought. "Anything to make that gorgeous cock cum!" My whole face was wet with saliva. My whole face covered with the scent and flavor of his ass and balls. P shook and I pressed my tongue hard against his hole, trying to push it inside. Then I felt his hand grip my hair and lean me back. I watched as his fist fucked his cock and his legs shook. An "Ohhh" sound and then a thick, powerful blast. I opened my mouth, eager, hungry for cum. He blasted me, a facial, and shot warm, wonderful semen down my throat. Oh, the amazing rush and tingle. So addicting! I felt covered in his cum. I wanted to be covered in his cum. As he stroked himself, I greedily locked my lips around him and sucked out and swallowed all I could. When P pulled back, I felt spent.
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