This is a TRUE story.
This story is an account of my 'first time'.
While a true story, I have changed names for obvious reasons.
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You can contact me at: joff616(at)yahoo.com I would love to hear from you! Also, as I noted at the end of this story, this was not the last time Justin and I got together. If you would like to hear the rest of it, let me know!
Warning: The usual disclaimers apply here. This is a true story about two young adult males (22-24) performing sexual acts together.
Names have been changed.
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Introduction:
My name is Jack, I am 22 and live in New South Whales Australia. I am pretty average in almost every way. Height, body type etc.
I'm your normal black hair, brown eye kind of guy. I can't say I really have any defining features but I would say I am a pretty handsome guy - or so I'm told.
My interests are mainly computer related things by day, and by night? Cock; and anything and everything about it.
Ever since a very young age I have always been interested in other men's "manhood", their gear - their penis.
It has always been a great source of fascination to me, and has been a long fantasy to one day find another guy with whom I can 'play' with or experiment with.
This story is my story of how that happened.
I've had a few opportunities when I was younger and growing up (between the ages of 12-17) for experimenting, and play, but they usually required a lot of work to setup, and never quite panned out.
I have tried many times to get friends over and to set the scene - we would go out camping in the woods and talk until late in the night and I would always bring up the topics of sex or masturbation or always suggest we take our pants off with the insurance of "it's dark and we won't be able to see each other." Some of the guys I've had over would agree and we'd be naked under our individual sheets, but it never escalated from there. It was evident that my friends just didn't quite share my interests, and as such I have never been able to see, let alone touch the cock of a friend - or any other man for that matter.
- Peter:
The story about Peter is a bit long and nothing really happened. I had written here an account of our time together but I find I wrote the account in too much detail and it doesn't really add to this story. It desribes my earlier teen years of trying to find someone who shared my curiosity, and I thought I found someone to be that person when I met Peter but it never really panned out. Evidently Peter was not to be my first cock, no, my first cock belongs to Justin. And as this story is about my actual first time, not my 'almost first times' here you go:
- Justin:
I had met Justin online. I was a real computer geek and spent quite a bit of time online. Justin and I met through a response I made to one of his posts on a website we both would frequent. I don't quite remember how it happened but soon we were adding each other to MSN and talking for hours on end. At the start it was always just surface stuff, but we got to know each other better and better and eventually we became more open with each other - share stories, feelings, events etc. We broached the topic of puberty and dicks and girls and all that jazz, as boys of our age always will.
Soon our conversations revolved a lot around our dicks. I had many questions and Justin was always happy to share and answer and discuss them with me. At the time he knew quite a bit more than I did, having grown up in a family of three boys, where I on the contrary had three older sisters, and a dad who wouldn't even broach the topic of genitals. I was incredibly curious and asked him about everything I could ever think about that even remotely involved a penis. I was obsessed with cock. It was my fascination and to speak with another man about it, about his cock, was just the best thing for me.
It wasn't long before we began to exchange pictures of our bodies and talking about the porn interests we shared and the like. At the time Justin was more into women than he was men, but did not mind sharing and speaking with me as he did. I would show him porn of guys that really got me going and he would show me things that he enjoyed. I had always hoped that the more dick I shared with him I could persuade him back over to the men side. It didn't really work but all I had to do was wait for him to shift interests over time himself.
After about a year or two of being good friends he slowly began to like men more than women. It's not as if my persistence was changing his orientation, he's always been a bit bi-curious but for that period of time was just more on the women scale than the man scale.
After some time thought he moved over to the other side and we both began to share our love for cock with equal enthusiasm.
Fortunately for us we were not geographically too far spaced. He lived in another state than I did but arranging a meet-up would not have been hard, and try to arrange a meet up he did. But for about a year or two my fear got the most of me. I remembered the things my mom always told me about meeting people online, and I knew that were I to go to meet with this guy, I would need some kind of story to explain my absence to my parents - and I am a terrible liar. It was just never an option. And I kept making excuse after excuse.
I'm surprise he didn't give up.
Well, one faithful day my parents were out of town for the week and my friends and I had planned a LAN party at my house between the times of their absence. I spoke with him two nights beforehand and just mentioned our plans for the LAN. He suddenly asked again, as he always did, if he could come over - he explain how easy it would be and we'd have lots of fun, that he really enjoyed LAN parties - and while my fears still nagged at me, I finally, and for the first time said yes. My heart was racing.
We quickly made some plans, that he was to catch a bus and I would pick him up when he arrived. We spun a backstory for his visit to my town, and to explain how we knew each other. You see, no one knows my fantasy for dick, and there is no way I am going to let my friends find out.
So for the nights before his arrival I drilled him with questions to make sure he remembered the backstory we crafted and to make sure it sounded valid.
I was so paranoid haha. He story was that we knew each other from a course we did together, and that he was in town en route to visit his grandparents.
The story made sense and fortunately no one really questioned it in any near as much detail as we crafted it.
The day of the start of the LAN party I got his text message letting me know his bus was close. My heart was racing even more and I was desperately trying to hide my nervous energy from my friends. And boy was I nervous.
We had spoken online for years about the things we might do to each other, and the fantasies we both had and I knew that his arrival now would mean we finally get to do all those things, I would finally be able to play with a cock other than my own. I was horny, excited and nervous at the same time and I just felt really strange. Even though we spoke about all those things online, when in person, how do you broach the subject of "so, can I touch your cock now?" it's just an awkward idea.
Well as I drove to the bus station I kept making futile attempts of trying to find a more comfortable position for my hard dick - which has been hard since the two days prior when we began planned this meet-up - and trying very hard to actually concentrate on the road.
I arrived at the bus station and what do you know? I get a message saying that the bus is delayed in a nearby suburb. So I sit and wait, and try once again to move my cock to a different position but could find no more a comfortable spot and all I could do was sit and wait and think and fantasise and wait some more.
One of the biggest fantasies that were going through my mind was about his foreskin.
I discovered pretty young that my penis was a bit different than that of my friends (this was when we were very young, 4-6) my friend had a foreskin and I didn't.
The only reason he knew was because his mom was a nurse and they obviously spoke about it, and because his dad was cut.
I never thought twice about, and I never could really understand that it meant a difference - at such a young age things like that doesn't really mean much.
Well it wasn't until I was older and began to see more and more foreskins during my online surfing sessions that I began to wonder at my lack of excess skin.
I jumped into quite a bit of research and needless to say I was very sad and very angry that I was circumcised for absolutely no reason other than it was the thing to do back in the day. And also needless to say I began to develop a very strong fetish for anything foreskin related, and while the thought of finally being able to play with another man's cock was exciting enough to me, the fact that he was intact was like a whole extra layer, plus icing and topping on the preverbal cake.
I was stoked, so hard, and so horny.
Well, after what was only about 20 minutes, but felt like 20 hours, I finally saw his bus arrive and pull into the depot.
My heart almost stopped as I realized that: 'this is it'. Nervously I left my car and went to meet him at the bus. He was clearly as nervous as I was, but did a good job of trying to hide it.
We shook hands, and awkwardly hugged, I helped him load his bag into my car and before I knew it I was driving him home – awkward conversations ensue! We spoke about your normal things "how was the trip?", "did it all go alright" etc. etc. but all I could think was that his cock was close enough to touch.
We arrived at home, I introduced him to all my friends that were already there for the LAN, and then I showed him his room.
We played some games that day, I made sure that he sat across from me on the same table. During the day we would look at each other and make eye contact and smile.
We both knew what we wanted but what we had to figure out now was how to pull it off, and when.
Nothing happened that night, we wanted to scope out the behaviour of the other guys first. All of them but one went home, the one who stayed was also sleeping over at my place, his name was Kelly and he had his own room as well. That night when everyone left and Kelly turned in for the night Justin came over to my room.
We were both so horny but being caught was out of the question. Justin told me that he really wanted to fool around, and share my bed, but I said no, I was way too paranoid and afraid that Kelly may find us. So that night we both went to our separate beds, still hard as a rock.
I can only imagine that Justin was jerking himself that night, because I sure did. (I lated asked him and he said he did not, he was saving himself) The next morning we were confident that we knew the routine of the guys. During the day Justin and I would give each other looks of knowing and laughed at the obliviousness of the others. It was the `naughtiness' of if all that made it so much more exciting.
Justin and I began to instant message each other from cross the table, being able to look at each other but not say what it is that we wanted added to our feelings of naughty pleasure. We pretended to be interested in the games we were playing, but we were mostly focused on our very sexual IM conversations we were having. Justin would tell me I'm hot, I would tell him I'm seriously lusting for his cock. We were so horny, and my pants was starting to develop a wet spot (I precum a lot, Justin says I'm like a faucet.)
During our back and forth messaging, we were planning that that night was when we were going to finally get together and we were trying to work out the details of how it was to happen. We continued on through the day until dark that night when I announced that I needed a break, and were going to go for a walk (this was part of our plan) to our delight no one else wanted to join, but Justin innocently enough said that he would.
We slowly walked up to the park grinning at each other as we went.The park was a big open field with homes lining the one side, and a big property lining the other side, so if you went to the very back where they had benches along the ring-path that surrounded the whole park, no one from the road would be able to see or hear whoever is at the back.
We innocently walked to the very back and found a bench. We sat quietly for a few moments, checking the horizon to make sure no one else from the neighbourhood decided on a late night walk. The coast was clear, but we sat quietly for a few more moments.
I finally broke the silence, and I was barely able to contain myself, and with a squeaky voice I said "can I see him?" With eagerness Justin unzipped his fly, stuck his hand in and fumbled with his underwear, and a moment later pulled out his cock. I was speechless. Not only did my fantasy just come true of having another guy next to me voluntarily show me his dick, he was also huge! Right there in front of me, still in his flaccid state was the best thing I had ever seen. I almost jizzed in my pants right there. Justin giggled and apologized for not being hard, he said that it was really cold (which it was) (but I later found out it was just mostly nerves.) I told him not to worry, truly I found his flaccid cock absolutely adorable.
He fumbled with his flaccid dick a little bit while I sat there practically drooling. I asked him if I could touch it, he let go and presented himself to me by moving a bit closer. Slowly, but eagerly I reached out and softly grabbed his manhood. I was in heaven. In my hand I was holding another man's cock, and it felt amazing. It was so warm, and so soft, I could sit there for hours just holding his penis. It was about three inches soft, but it was thick, and his foreskin was nice and long and covered his head entirely, with a small pucker at the front. I squizzed his shaft a few times, slightly moving his skin up and down before I let it down to fondle his balls. They were equally big and his scrotum was nice and loose (to spite the weather) that I was able to really feel his balls and roll them between my fingers. I reached back for his shaft again and this time I slowly pulled his foreskin back to expose his head. It was slightly pink/purple and looked so delicious. I wanted nothing more than to suck on him right then and there, but it had to wait. Justin moaned and told me how good it felt and I was so preoccupied with his sweet piece of manhood that I almost didn't notice him fumbling around my zipper. I quickly helped him out by undoing my buckle and pulling my cock out. I was as hard as always and almost didn't even register him fondling my rod, moving the small amount of slack skin I have left up and down. (I was fortunate to have been cut loosely, so I never needed lube to masturbate.) He commented on my dick, saying it looked really good, but I soon felt a bit inadequate as his cock slowly started to come to wake up and showing himself for how big he actually is.
It was gorgeous. I just loved having him in my hand and I just wanted to touch it all over.
I played with him a bit more before the cold chill of the wind was too much for us to continue to ignore and we agreed that we will need to continue our play indoors. We reluctantly stuffed our cocks back in our pants and started back for home. I have to say I felt as though I parted with a loved one seeing him stuff my fantasy back into his pants.
We arrived home and snickered at one another at the other guys who were entirely oblivious to what we had done, and to what we still had planned to do. They were engrossed in their game and we were engrossed in each other.
We took our spots again at our computers opposite from each other and jumped back on our instant messaging program. I told him how much fun I had, and how much I loved his dick and he told me how good it felt and how much he liked mine too. We also began to scheme how we were to approach going further without being noticed. We agreed that we would wait for the other guys to leave, and then we'd have to wait even longer for Kelly to finally fall asleep. We had to be very careful.
We slowly began to drop subliminal hints for the other guys by commenting on how tired we were becoming, and yawning loudly and things like that. It wasn't too long before our efforts began to pay off and the others began to comment on how tired they too had become. Slowly but surely over the next hour, and one by one the guys would get up, say their goodbyes and leave for the night back to their own homes. Eventually it was just us three left, Justin, myself and Kelly. Justin and I bid goodnight to Kelly as he went to his room, and we went to our own. He quickly stopped by my room to give me a wink and to pick up the boxer shorts I had organised to give him. He didn't really bring any sleepwear and I told him boxers would be perfect for what we had in mind as they can quickly be pulled up and causes no suspicion as they are generally what you'd expect a guy to wear to bed.
We had arranged earlier on that we would take our laptops to our rooms so that we can continue to message each other while we wait it out for Kelly to fall asleep. It was painful.I went to lie on top of my bed and signed onto my computer waiting for Justin to do the same, a few moments later he was on and we both commented on how we thought the other guys would never leave. We were both so horny.
The next hour we spoke and planned on how we would approach our get together and to plan what we would do and say in case we were to hear Kelly getting up.
Justin would get up first, and take the blanket from his bed with him, I would hear him go past my room and being the concerned host, would follow to find out if he was ok. He would take his blanket to the TV room and turn on the movie we had already put in the DVD player.
The story was that Justin couldn't sleep and decided to come watch a movie for a while, I would bring my own blanket off my bed when coming to check up on Justin and begin to watch the movie with him. The blankets were for quickly covering our actions in case we were to hear Kelly get up, for which we have some forewarning as we would hear the door, and he'd have to walk into the TV room before he would be able to actually see us.
This is also why we were both wearing boxer shorts for quick dressing.
After about an hour of chatting and planning and talking about how horny we both were, I gave the signal and told Justin were ready to go.
Kelly should be asleep by now and if he's not I almost just didn't care him finding out because I just couldn't hold out any longer.
I waited in silence and a few moments later I heard Justin shuffle past my room, opening the door which separated the living area of the house from the bedroom area and closing it behind him. I gave him another minute to find the TV room and switch it on.
I grabbed my blanket and followed him out, making sure to close all the doors behind me slowly and softly so as to not wake Kelly.
I found him in the TV room with the movie starting but turned down low so as to only be a soft background noise.
I smiled at him, and he smiled back, my boner making an obvious tent in my boxers and a small wet patch starting to form, again he commented on how much I precum.
I told him I had to pee before we began, and he said he had to as well. The toilet was close to Kelly's room and so we dared not going that side of the house again, so we both went outside to the front yard into the cold night air.
It was dark and misty and the wind was soft but chilly. We walked over to a nearby bush and stood next to each other pulling out our dicks once again and taking a good piss into the bushes. I always loved peeing outside, there was just something so freeing and kind of kinky about it.
I looked down at his cock next to me with no reserve and just enjoyed watching him pee, paying attention to how he skinned back his foreskin and how he would shake his penis when he finished. Urinating there helped somewhat to soften my hardon, but only slightly. We softly came back inside, turned off all the lights except of the one in the TV room which we dimmed down just enough to see. We sat next to each other on the couch, blankets next to us so we could quickly grab them in an emergency.
My heart was racing and I was so excited, this is what I have been waiting for, for so long.
"Are you ready to go?" I asked,
"Yea" He said with a wink, he lifted his bum from the seat, tucked his thumbs into the waistband of the boxers I gave him and pulled them down to his ankles.
(We decided that we would leave them there for the time being in case Kelly woke up.) And there he was once again, his beautiful cock. That thing was a monster. This time, before I got carried away, I took off my own boxers so were even and looked at his dick with longing in my eyes. I didn't even ask this time and just reached over and touched him again. He already had a semi this time and it was so sexy to see his cock even bigger than before and to feel his girth. He was very thick too – in contrast I looked like a pencil to his pillar.
I admired his foreskin and slowly skinned it back exposing his soft and shiny head. I could smell his musk from here and it was intoxicating.
He has a bit of a short frenulum and as such cannot pull his foreskin back too far – far enough to expose his head but not much further before it causes him discomfort.
I pulled it back slowly until I felt him pull his pelvis back in reaction. I knew this was the spot and that I shouldn't pull it further than that, I didn't want to hurt my new favourite toy! He leaned back into the couch and began to enjoy my fondling of his cock, occasionally letting out a soft moan.
I could not handle it anymore and I lowered my face until his manhood touched my cheek. I skinned his foreskin back and took a deep whiff of his musk – it was amazing, but I wanted more. I thought to tell him that next time he shouldn't shower for a week just so I can enjoy a stronger smell! My cock was as hard as a rock, and the precum was practically flowing drip after drip. Justin grabbed my dick while I was lying next to him playing with his. He would gingerly give it a few jerks, and just hold it and squeeze it and softly play with it.
I enjoyed the smell of his cock for a moment longer and decided that I simply had to taste it now. I parted my lips and softly began to suckle on his head.
He let out a moan and I could feel him relax into his seat even more. The smell of his dick from this close was amazing and the slightly salty taste of his spongy cock head was delicious.
I played with his shaft with my left hand and with his balls with my right hand while I tongued his head trying to get access underneath his foreskin.
He was a bit tight and it proved a bit difficult, but I didn't mind, I was enjoying his cock more than I could ever have fantasised.
I slowly began to bob up and down on his manhood and I could feel it swell in my mouth, and I could feel when Justin flexed it.
It was like nothing I have ever done, like nothing I have ever experienced. It was the most amazing feeling to have another man's most sensitive and private part in my mouth, and being able to play with it as I was.
It felt a great honour that he would trust me with this part of him.
I was like a child enjoying a candy cane, just sucking and tonging and slowly bobbing up and down on this thick meat enjoying every taste and smell and feeling.
I could lay there hours just doing that but after about ten minutes of my soft playing he slowly began to lose his erection.
(I found out later that his nervousness was part of the blame) He told me that it was just a sensation that he was not used to, but that it did feel incredible.
I let him go and fondled with his balls a little bit more before sitting back up.
One of my fantasies I have also had was to try frotting, and I had asked him prior if he'd be keen for it. He was indeed.
I mentioned it again that I'd like to give it a go and we faced our dick towards each other and then began to figure out where our legs would go to make this work.
After a few moments of giggling and almost falling of the couch we finally found a position where our balls were pressed together and our cocks could touch back to back.
We laughed as the `it's only gay if the balls touch' saying came to both our minds. I let Justin put our dicks together and he softly began to stroke them together.
It was here that I could really admire his size compared to mine. My dick has since grown and stabilized at just less than six inches but his cock was at least eight inches, if not more and it was about as thick as mine plus half. It was really something to be admired and envied. While my feelings of inadequacy were there, I was reassured by his continuous compliments he gave me for my dick. We took turns at jerking our cocks together, and it felt so amazing having mine against his and being fapped up and down together. It was an incredible bonding experience.
I took this time to pull out my phone and take some pictures of his cock and mine together. I knew that our time together was short and eventually I would be alone again playing with myself so I wanted some pictures of him to remind me of what I have had the opportunity to play with.
Our legs started to feel numb and our position started to become awkward so we parted and sat back again normally. I enjoyed the feeling of his testicles pressing against mine and almost left a chill when our sacks parted. He was beginning to lose his erection again and cursed himself and apologized.
I just laughed and thought that his flaccid dick looked cute, and took a few pictures of it too. I asked if I could suck him again, and that I would like to finish him off with my mouth. He seemed very keen, but told me that he'd jerk himself until he was close, then I could take over with my mouth.
I offered to jerk it for him and he agreed. I grabbed his flaccid member and began to fondle it until it grew enough for me to jerk it.
It was a bit awkward jerking another man's cock as I know with mine I have to hold it in a particular way that I'm used to.
I wanted to mimic that for him and continuously asked if what I was doing felt ok. He would nod and moan softly as I continue to jerk him off faster.
After about 10 minutes my arm started to get tired and I let him have back his dick so he could keep going.
I sat next to him slowly jerking myself watching him play. I reflected again at how awesome this all was to have finally happened.
To finally have someone here next to me with whom I can share this with and who is willing to share themselves with me.
It such a sexually charged atmosphere and I could sit there all night long just admiring his beautiful package. It was another ten minutes or so later when he finally announced that he was ready, and that I could go ahead and suck him again. I was so excited and quickly found a comfortable spot lying next to him again with easy access to his dick. He was completely hard now and his foreskin was pulled back ever so slightly to reveal the piss slit on his shiny head.
With eagerness I went straight down on his cock and once again enjoyed the full and warm feeling of his manhood in my mouth. I put a bit more effort into it this time by vigorously tonging his head and playing with his foreskin and fondling his balls with my free hand. I was bobbing up and down on his giant rod, feeling him flex and pulse and feeling his girth expand and contract slowly as he started to near his orgasm. I asked him to warn when me he's about to blow so I could be ready, and every time he would flex and moan I thought this was it, and a few times I came off him to ask if it was time yet. I was amazed at his stamina, but also a bit frustrated at having to work so hard for my prize.
I continue to enjoy his full and pulsing manhood and tasting the small amounts of precum he was producing. (He wasn't one much for precumming, not like me anyway.) It was a few moments longer when I heard him take a quick breath, and I felt his balls pull up slightly and he announced with a strained voice "now".
I also felt his cock thicken even more. This was a feeling I came to love as just before he could cum, his cock would 'flare' and become thicker. It felt amazing, and was a cute tell that you're doing a good job, and that he's about to blow.
I doubled my efforts and took his cock all the way in sucking him deeply and teasing him with my tongue, and but another moment later I felt his cock pulse quickly and then I felt his cum shoot against the back of my mouth and flowing forward coating my tongue as I continued to suck him hard. He moaned and continued to shoot rope after rope of his salty seed into my mouth.
Justin moaned and flexed his cock repeatedly, it felt amazing. I could feel my mouth starting to full up so I began to swallow to make room.
I eased my bobbing to a soft suckle and lapped at his shaft and head cleaning his rod. I can't say I overly enjoyed the taste of his cum, but the thought of him having had blown his load in my mouth, and me having been able to bring him to that point of pleasure was enough for me.
Jason went really quiet, he was just enjoying his orgasm and his breathing was pretty heavy. I milked his cock a bit more as he slowly began to go flaccid again.
I loved how soft and squishy he felt when he was flaccid, or had a semi, and I admired his foreskin some more by just watching it move up and down.
I finally let go of his tasty rod and his foreskin soon retracted and puckered up again as his dick deflated and went flaccid. He told me that it was amazing, and I nodded in agreement at how fun that was. We rested for a few moments until he told me that it was my turn. I moved up a bit in my current position, still lying against him but moving closer to give him access to reach around from behind me and to jerk me off. It took him all of five pulls before I blew my load all over my stomach – I was so charged by sucking him off I had no stamina left of my own.
We both lingered for a bit, commenting on how awesome that was and just enjoying each other's company.
We had finally achieved what we had spent so long planning and it went down without a hitch, and with the other guys remaining entirely oblivious.
I grabbed some tissued to clean myself up, I checked the couch to make sure we didn't leave any stains and soon I fell exhausted into my bed as Justin retreated to his own room. We both slept incredibly well that night.
The following day I awoke early in anticipation of the guys returning to continue the LAN. We sort of decided to call it a day when they arrived and slowly everyone began to pack up their stuff. Pretty soon everyone has left which just left Justin and I with the house all to ourselves.
Justin decreed a no pants rule, which I found incredibly cute and incredibly hot and we both eagerly complied after I drew the curtains of the house in case for whatever reason someone decided to come by. We both removed our pants and underwear and just free-balled for the rest of the day. I was as hard as ever, and Justin would shift between a semi and flaccid.
I was so obsessed with his dick as being my first ever that I almost couldn't let it out of my sight. As Justin was playing and doing some idle work on this computer that afternoon, I sat next to him with my hands between his legs just fondling his flaccid member. Skinning him back and forth, just feeling the head of his member and falling in love with how it felt and moved and smelled.
It wasn't long before Justin announced that he was beginning to fell horny and asked if I wanted to suck him off again.
I almost said "what a stupid question" but instead eagerly replied. This time we decided to go do it on a bed to make it more comfortable for both of us.
Justin jumped on the bed first after having removed his shirt rendering him completely naked and laid on his back with his hands tucked behind his head and with his legs spread.
This was a sight to behold. Here I was, having only just sucked my first cock the night before, being presented with possibly the best looking dick in the world just waiting for me to play with it. I wasted no time in finding a comfortable spot for myself between his legs on one of my sides. In this position I had my head right next to his pelvis and with my hard and leaking member rubbing against his lower leg. I grabbed his manhood again with a sense of privilege and began to stroke him up and down watching his skin peel back exposing his soft and musky head, and then would push it back up admiring how his ample skin would go back to its natural state covering his sensitive member. It was mesmerizing. I began to wank him a bit faster and held his member 'just so' as he demonstrated to me and just lost myself in the moment. I could lay there forever just watching his member and pleasuring him. Pretty soon his musk was making my head spin and I just had to go down on him again.
I licked my lips ever so slightly and sucked in his head, swivelling my tongue around it exploring his sensitive part and tasting all there is to taste.
I love how my tongue would make his foreskin move and I would push a particular spot when I hear him moan, or flex as I pass it.
I took the rest of him into my mouth and just savoured his size. He was a big boy, a big, delicious and sexy boy. I slowly bobbed my head up and down exploring every inch of his manhood with my tongue. I was enjoying the sensation as much as he was, of that I am sure.
I continued on like this for a while until I decided I was eager for my prize. I pulled my mouth off his member and went back to stroking it. I grabbed it how he likes it and began to vigorously pleasure his cock. I would begin to feel him flex and moan and shift his legs and I discovered another tell that I was doing a good job.
His leg would begin to uncontrollably shake.
I knew then that I was not only doing a good job but that I was setting close to my prize, and to making him feel incredibly good. I started to pump my rock hard cock against his leg as I felt him come closer and closer to blowing. Eventually I heard him pull in breaths and asked him to warn me when he's really close so I could once again finish him off with my mouth.
This took quite a while still and I had to switch arms a few times as they became sore (this dude has incredibly stamina) but soon, and much to my delight he announced that he was very close. I quickly replaced my hand with my mouth and vigorously massaged his deep red head with my tongue as I jerked his lower shaft foreskin up and down with my hand. I continued on like this for a few moments longer when his leg twitching picked up again and my favourite feeling of his cock flexing and his balls retracting finally happened. I kept my mouth around his member moving my tongue around his head frantically until I felt the familiar pulsing of his shaft, and tasted his seed once again. His load was definitely far less than the night before, so I didn't have to swallow it this time but instead just kept it in my mouth until his orgasm subsided and I had milked the last of his warm, salty semen from his member.
I spat it out on the towel which I placed below him and it was only then that I realized that I had actually since blow my own load by rubbing myself against his leg.
He again commented on how amazing it felt and slowly and reluctantly we both got up to clean ourselves off.
We did this again once or twice more before he returned home the following day.
That is...until we met up again.
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Jack