shit.”
Calvin’s dick twitched, but it only took him a nanosecond to decide it wasn’t for him. “Nah, there’s something else I’d much rather lick.”
“Oh? And what would that be?”
Calvin took a hold of the hems of Brock’s jeans and began to pull. Brock helped by lifting his ass. Calvin tossed the jeans aside and took a moment to drink in Brock’s awesome legs.
“Do you want this off, too?” Brock raised the hem of his sleeveless tee.
“Nah, leave it on. Makes your arms look really big and sexy.”
“Not beautiful?”
“Yeah, that too.” Calvin was distracted by Brock’s amazing legs. Getting on hands and knees, he crawled up the airbed as far as Brock’s crotch.
“Under here is what I’m gonna lick.” Calvin took a hold of the waistband of Brock’s boxers. “Grey? Why not black to go with everything else?”
Brock shrugged. “Didn’t think anyone would see ‘em.”
“Well you thought wrong, Mr. Color Uncoordinated.”
“Sorry, I’ll do better next time.”
Calvin raised an eyebrow. “And who says I’ll want to blow you a second time?”
“If you don’t get on with it I’ll probably die of old age before you do it the first time.”
“Touché,” Calvin conceded and began to pull down Brock’s underwear. “Fuck!” Once Calvin got a look at what Brock was packing, he privately determined there certainly would be a next time. Many of them. “It’s beautiful.”
“It’s a dick.”
“Yes, but—”
Calvin left Brock’s boxers halfway down the man’s legs because he just had to touch the work of art in front of him. The penis was just the right length, proportionate to its thickness. The thing was totally straight along its shaft, widening slightly at the head, a head that was covered in foreskin. Calvin hadn’t handled that many uncut dicks before. The skin was slightly darker than the rest of Brock; a network of fine veins crisscrossed the shaft and…
“You gonna suck it or just gawk at it?” Brock’s impatient question cut through Calvin’s musings.
“In a minute. God, Brock, this just proves it. You are beautiful.”
Brock sighed. “Oh, brother!”
Calvin retracted—then pushed back—Brock’s foreskin. It was such a neat trick he did it a couple more times. Brock’s cock dribbled out a pearl of pre-seminal fluid that Calvin caught on his tongue. It didn’t really taste of anything much, but Calvin enjoyed it nevertheless; it was part of Brock, and now it was part of him. He then laved the head, trying to get the tip of his tongue into the pee slit, then between the extra skin and Brock’s cock-head. Brock started moaning and shuffling around on the air mattress, so Calvin knew he was doing it right.
Using broad strokes Calvin laved up one side of Brock’s sex and down the other. Although this didn’t elicit any extra noises from Brock, Calvin quite enjoyed it, so did it again. Then Calvin decided he’d go on a taste tour of Brock’s equipment. There was a definite increase in flavor in the crease between Brock’s legs and his torso. The taste grew even more as Calvin licked at the ball sack. Then he realized Brock’s scrotum was hairless. Wow, the cowboy shaves his balls does he? Looking up, Calvin saw Brock also trimmed his blond pubic bush. Calvin approved.
“You gonna suck me or what?” Brock rumbled.
“Or what.”
Calvin dove lower to explore Brock’s taint. Back came the groans, even the odd “Jesus” was thrown in as well. However, Calvin couldn’t gain clear access because the movement of Brock’s legs was impeded by his boxers, which were still at his knees.
“Back in a second, BBD,” Calvin said, kissing the tip of Brock’s penis.
“BBD?”
Pulling the boxers off and tossing them across the room, Calvin said, “Brock’s Beautiful Dick.”
Brock shook his head, but made no actual comment.
Now Calvin had full access to Brock’s secret places and took full advantage. Easing Brock’s legs wider apart Calvin
Calvin’s dick twitched, but it only took him a nanosecond to decide it wasn’t for him. “Nah, there’s something else I’d much rather lick.”
“Oh? And what would that be?”
Calvin took a hold of the hems of Brock’s jeans and began to pull. Brock helped by lifting his ass. Calvin tossed the jeans aside and took a moment to drink in Brock’s awesome legs.
“Do you want this off, too?” Brock raised the hem of his sleeveless tee.
“Nah, leave it on. Makes your arms look really big and sexy.”
“Not beautiful?”
“Yeah, that too.” Calvin was distracted by Brock’s amazing legs. Getting on hands and knees, he crawled up the airbed as far as Brock’s crotch.
“Under here is what I’m gonna lick.” Calvin took a hold of the waistband of Brock’s boxers. “Grey? Why not black to go with everything else?”
Brock shrugged. “Didn’t think anyone would see ‘em.”
“Well you thought wrong, Mr. Color Uncoordinated.”
“Sorry, I’ll do better next time.”
Calvin raised an eyebrow. “And who says I’ll want to blow you a second time?”
“If you don’t get on with it I’ll probably die of old age before you do it the first time.”
“Touché,” Calvin conceded and began to pull down Brock’s underwear. “Fuck!” Once Calvin got a look at what Brock was packing, he privately determined there certainly would be a next time. Many of them. “It’s beautiful.”
“It’s a dick.”
“Yes, but—”
Calvin left Brock’s boxers halfway down the man’s legs because he just had to touch the work of art in front of him. The penis was just the right length, proportionate to its thickness. The thing was totally straight along its shaft, widening slightly at the head, a head that was covered in foreskin. Calvin hadn’t handled that many uncut dicks before. The skin was slightly darker than the rest of Brock; a network of fine veins crisscrossed the shaft and…
“You gonna suck it or just gawk at it?” Brock’s impatient question cut through Calvin’s musings.
“In a minute. God, Brock, this just proves it. You are beautiful.”
Brock sighed. “Oh, brother!”
Calvin retracted—then pushed back—Brock’s foreskin. It was such a neat trick he did it a couple more times. Brock’s cock dribbled out a pearl of pre-seminal fluid that Calvin caught on his tongue. It didn’t really taste of anything much, but Calvin enjoyed it nevertheless; it was part of Brock, and now it was part of him. He then laved the head, trying to get the tip of his tongue into the pee slit, then between the extra skin and Brock’s cock-head. Brock started moaning and shuffling around on the air mattress, so Calvin knew he was doing it right.
Using broad strokes Calvin laved up one side of Brock’s sex and down the other. Although this didn’t elicit any extra noises from Brock, Calvin quite enjoyed it, so did it again. Then Calvin decided he’d go on a taste tour of Brock’s equipment. There was a definite increase in flavor in the crease between Brock’s legs and his torso. The taste grew even more as Calvin licked at the ball sack. Then he realized Brock’s scrotum was hairless. Wow, the cowboy shaves his balls does he? Looking up, Calvin saw Brock also trimmed his blond pubic bush. Calvin approved.
“You gonna suck me or what?” Brock rumbled.
“Or what.”
Calvin dove lower to explore Brock’s taint. Back came the groans, even the odd “Jesus” was thrown in as well. However, Calvin couldn’t gain clear access because the movement of Brock’s legs was impeded by his boxers, which were still at his knees.
“Back in a second, BBD,” Calvin said, kissing the tip of Brock’s penis.
“BBD?”
Pulling the boxers off and tossing them across the room, Calvin said, “Brock’s Beautiful Dick.”
Brock shook his head, but made no actual comment.
Now Calvin had full access to Brock’s secret places and took full advantage. Easing Brock’s legs wider apart Calvin
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