stuck out his tongue and began to lick along the top of Brock’s ass crack.
“Hell!” Brock grunted, bending his knees.
You ain’t felt nothin’ yet, Calvin thought, taking his explorations deeper. Brock started to whimper and shake. Calvin brought forth more spit and used it to push against Brock’s rosebud.
“Oh, Christ…oh, Christ.” Brock panted. “Don’t stop…don’t ever stop.”
No intentions of, buddy, Calvin thought, pushing his tongue as far into Brock’s chute as he could.
Brock raised his legs and held them under his bent knees.
Calvin spent a long time sucking, licking and kissing Brock’s anal opening. He’d never considered himself an ass man before, but Brock had him rapidly changing his mind. Calvin knew Brock had had other lovers, but he was determined this would be a blowjob the cowboy wouldn’t forget in a hurry.
Mouth growing tired, Calvin reluctantly disengaged, making Brock moan in protest. Looking up, he saw Brock’s right leg was hanging in free space while his right hand was pumping at his dick.
“No, that’s mine!” Calvin pried Brock’s fingers away from the now slippery member.
“Gotta come.”
“Oh, you will, cowboy, have no fear of that. But I’ve not finished torturing you first.”
“Shit!” Brock threw his head back onto the pillow and groaned.
Calvin took hold of Brock’s right leg, and, with agonizing slowness, began to lick and kiss his way up the underside of it. Brock had amazing quads. It had to be all the baseball and laboring he did. The muscles felt so hard Calvin decided to bite lightly at them. Brock whimpered and threw his head from side-to-side.
Calvin had no idea the area behind the knee could be such an erogenous zone, but Brock’s whimpers and wails increased in volume the moment Calvin made contact with it.
Deciding he’d wrung all the pleasure he could from that region of Brock’s body, Calvin moved along. The man had awesome calf muscles. As this area didn’t seem to illicit any strong reaction, he laid a trail of angel kisses to Brock’s ankle. Never really having given ankles much thought before, Calvin spent a few moments studying Brock’s. Like the rest of the man the joint seemed strong and solid. Then came Brock’s foot. One swipe across the sole had the man almost leaping off the bed.
“Like that, eh?”
Calvin kissed his way toward Brock’s toes. He popped the little toe into his mouth, ran his tongue around it, then licked the space between Brock’s little toe and the next one. In a kind of slalom pattern Calvin licked the underside of one toe, moved into the space between toes, and washed the topside of the next toe. Reaching the end, he swirled his tongue around and started back in the opposite direction.
“Shit, man! I gotta come.”
“Patience. I’ll soon get back to that.” Calvin looked up at Brock’s straining member. Pre-seminal fluid was oozing out of the dark red tip, which was peeking out of its turtleneck collar. “Just want to pay a bit more attention to your BBF.”
“What the hell are you talkin’ about now? BBF? Don’t tell me, Brock’s Beautiful Feet?”
“Close,” Calvin smirked. “Brock’s Beautiful Foot.” Delivering a final lingering kiss to the sole, Calvin bent Brock’s leg and laid the foot flat on the bed before lifting Brock’s left leg and kissing the sole of that foot. “This is BB O F, Brock’s Beautiful Other Foot.”
You’re fucking loco . Now come on, get me off!”
Calvin kissed the tip of each toe before placing that foot on the bed, too.
Running the fingers of both hands up the insides of Brock’s legs, Calvin said, “Some people are all about instant gratification. They can’t appreciate that the buildup is half the fun.”
“More sucking and less jawing.”
“Your wish is my command.” Calvin bowed low, opened his mouth, and swallowed Brock’s entire length in one fluid movement.
“Oh, fucking hell!” Brock yelled. His legs crossed behind
“Hell!” Brock grunted, bending his knees.
You ain’t felt nothin’ yet, Calvin thought, taking his explorations deeper. Brock started to whimper and shake. Calvin brought forth more spit and used it to push against Brock’s rosebud.
“Oh, Christ…oh, Christ.” Brock panted. “Don’t stop…don’t ever stop.”
No intentions of, buddy, Calvin thought, pushing his tongue as far into Brock’s chute as he could.
Brock raised his legs and held them under his bent knees.
Calvin spent a long time sucking, licking and kissing Brock’s anal opening. He’d never considered himself an ass man before, but Brock had him rapidly changing his mind. Calvin knew Brock had had other lovers, but he was determined this would be a blowjob the cowboy wouldn’t forget in a hurry.
Mouth growing tired, Calvin reluctantly disengaged, making Brock moan in protest. Looking up, he saw Brock’s right leg was hanging in free space while his right hand was pumping at his dick.
“No, that’s mine!” Calvin pried Brock’s fingers away from the now slippery member.
“Gotta come.”
“Oh, you will, cowboy, have no fear of that. But I’ve not finished torturing you first.”
“Shit!” Brock threw his head back onto the pillow and groaned.
Calvin took hold of Brock’s right leg, and, with agonizing slowness, began to lick and kiss his way up the underside of it. Brock had amazing quads. It had to be all the baseball and laboring he did. The muscles felt so hard Calvin decided to bite lightly at them. Brock whimpered and threw his head from side-to-side.
Calvin had no idea the area behind the knee could be such an erogenous zone, but Brock’s whimpers and wails increased in volume the moment Calvin made contact with it.
Deciding he’d wrung all the pleasure he could from that region of Brock’s body, Calvin moved along. The man had awesome calf muscles. As this area didn’t seem to illicit any strong reaction, he laid a trail of angel kisses to Brock’s ankle. Never really having given ankles much thought before, Calvin spent a few moments studying Brock’s. Like the rest of the man the joint seemed strong and solid. Then came Brock’s foot. One swipe across the sole had the man almost leaping off the bed.
“Like that, eh?”
Calvin kissed his way toward Brock’s toes. He popped the little toe into his mouth, ran his tongue around it, then licked the space between Brock’s little toe and the next one. In a kind of slalom pattern Calvin licked the underside of one toe, moved into the space between toes, and washed the topside of the next toe. Reaching the end, he swirled his tongue around and started back in the opposite direction.
“Shit, man! I gotta come.”
“Patience. I’ll soon get back to that.” Calvin looked up at Brock’s straining member. Pre-seminal fluid was oozing out of the dark red tip, which was peeking out of its turtleneck collar. “Just want to pay a bit more attention to your BBF.”
“What the hell are you talkin’ about now? BBF? Don’t tell me, Brock’s Beautiful Feet?”
“Close,” Calvin smirked. “Brock’s Beautiful Foot.” Delivering a final lingering kiss to the sole, Calvin bent Brock’s leg and laid the foot flat on the bed before lifting Brock’s left leg and kissing the sole of that foot. “This is BB O F, Brock’s Beautiful Other Foot.”
You’re fucking loco . Now come on, get me off!”
Calvin kissed the tip of each toe before placing that foot on the bed, too.
Running the fingers of both hands up the insides of Brock’s legs, Calvin said, “Some people are all about instant gratification. They can’t appreciate that the buildup is half the fun.”
“More sucking and less jawing.”
“Your wish is my command.” Calvin bowed low, opened his mouth, and swallowed Brock’s entire length in one fluid movement.
“Oh, fucking hell!” Brock yelled. His legs crossed behind
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