moved it aside as he stroked. Over time, I grew to enjoy the titillation, letting the fun, and trust in Drew, over-ride my fears. Now I look forward to returning the favour when the ribs are mended and the cast is removed. Two nights ago, he surprised me when he hauled me from nibbling his navel to cup my face above his, and say, "Kiss me, French style, babe."
He drew my lips to touch his and our teeth parted and tongues met and mine slipped into his mouth. I felt his explore my insides, sliding over and under and around and back and forth. He licked all around the edge and returned to flutter his tip against mine. His tongue mesmerised me, not realising, until he eased my face away, that all the time we'd been kissing, he'd been rubbing the head of my cock, until I almost wanted to explode. "Did you like the kiss?"
I nodded, a little perplexed, for we'd French-kissed since he taught me on the first day we played.
"Okay, now I wanna suck your tongue." He brought my lips to his and slipped his tongue to my teeth and onwards and then sucked my tongue into his mouth and rolled and fluttered his around mine as he did before. He finished, however, by slowly sucking my tongue further into his mouth, feeling my lips clamp to his as my tongue stretched along his toward his throat. At that point, I groaned and opened my lulled eyes in ecstasy as my cock exploded, dumping my load of cum onto his hand. He continued milking me, bathing my cock in the sticky mess, his hand feeling like a slippery liquid glove, just how a moist mouth would feel, I guess.
"Hell," I muttered. "Do that to me every night and I'll be a wreck."
"I could, if you let me."
"How?"
"Well, you like the feel of your tongue in my mouth when we French kiss and you like the feel of me sucking your tongue. Yes?"
I nodded again, smiling, feeling I'm being sucked in to something wicked.
"Therefore, as you like a French tongue-suck, while your cock blows… Dammit, Alex! Please let me suck your cock. I guarantee," he continued, as he over-squeezed and stretched my cum-slicked dick, "you'll love the feeling, just like you love me French kissing and sucking your mouth. I promise I'll make a wreck of you and send you to Mars and back every night."
He drew my lips to his again, kissed me, and hugged my neck as I felt him shudder and mutter, "Please don't think I'm selfish or disrespect you and please don't dislike me. I love you so much and—"
"Drew, please don't say those things, I know you love me and you know I love you and you must know I'd never think of you that way."
"Thanks, you remarkable man."
"Do you wanna know something?"
"What?"
"I'll tell you once you ease your grip on my cock. You're hurting!"
****
An hour later, after refuelling our libido, I lay in bliss, spreadeagled on the lambskin rug in the adjoining guest's bedroom, feeling the stupendous sensations buzzing between my cock and brain to the background of his slurping noises. I watched the black hair of my lover sway up and down, saw his wrist and felt his hand move to the same beat, and his other hand alternate between rubbing my balls and clenching my outstretched fingers. Orgasmic feelings mounted, tensing my muscles. Their unstoppable torment stretched my legs, straightened my feet, slapped my palms on the rug, rocked my body and threw my head from side to side. Those volcanic feelings pumped my heart to a sprinter's speed, sucked the air from my lungs, bulged my eyeballs, puffed my cheeks, fluttered my nostrils and, as my toes curled upwards and my body trembled and arched, I moaned and marvelled and dug my fingers into the wool.
"Drew," I yelled. "Drew, stop, I'm gonna blow. Stop," I yelled again. "Stop, oh my, stop, I can't hold—" I bellowed as I pushed the back of my head deep into the wool and closed my eyes to the dizziness of stars and flashes and comets, as supercharged electrical pulses surged, and the dyke broke and the cum gushed, and my arms flayed and legs kicked and locked
He drew my lips to touch his and our teeth parted and tongues met and mine slipped into his mouth. I felt his explore my insides, sliding over and under and around and back and forth. He licked all around the edge and returned to flutter his tip against mine. His tongue mesmerised me, not realising, until he eased my face away, that all the time we'd been kissing, he'd been rubbing the head of my cock, until I almost wanted to explode. "Did you like the kiss?"
I nodded, a little perplexed, for we'd French-kissed since he taught me on the first day we played.
"Okay, now I wanna suck your tongue." He brought my lips to his and slipped his tongue to my teeth and onwards and then sucked my tongue into his mouth and rolled and fluttered his around mine as he did before. He finished, however, by slowly sucking my tongue further into his mouth, feeling my lips clamp to his as my tongue stretched along his toward his throat. At that point, I groaned and opened my lulled eyes in ecstasy as my cock exploded, dumping my load of cum onto his hand. He continued milking me, bathing my cock in the sticky mess, his hand feeling like a slippery liquid glove, just how a moist mouth would feel, I guess.
"Hell," I muttered. "Do that to me every night and I'll be a wreck."
"I could, if you let me."
"How?"
"Well, you like the feel of your tongue in my mouth when we French kiss and you like the feel of me sucking your tongue. Yes?"
I nodded again, smiling, feeling I'm being sucked in to something wicked.
"Therefore, as you like a French tongue-suck, while your cock blows… Dammit, Alex! Please let me suck your cock. I guarantee," he continued, as he over-squeezed and stretched my cum-slicked dick, "you'll love the feeling, just like you love me French kissing and sucking your mouth. I promise I'll make a wreck of you and send you to Mars and back every night."
He drew my lips to his again, kissed me, and hugged my neck as I felt him shudder and mutter, "Please don't think I'm selfish or disrespect you and please don't dislike me. I love you so much and—"
"Drew, please don't say those things, I know you love me and you know I love you and you must know I'd never think of you that way."
"Thanks, you remarkable man."
"Do you wanna know something?"
"What?"
"I'll tell you once you ease your grip on my cock. You're hurting!"
****
An hour later, after refuelling our libido, I lay in bliss, spreadeagled on the lambskin rug in the adjoining guest's bedroom, feeling the stupendous sensations buzzing between my cock and brain to the background of his slurping noises. I watched the black hair of my lover sway up and down, saw his wrist and felt his hand move to the same beat, and his other hand alternate between rubbing my balls and clenching my outstretched fingers. Orgasmic feelings mounted, tensing my muscles. Their unstoppable torment stretched my legs, straightened my feet, slapped my palms on the rug, rocked my body and threw my head from side to side. Those volcanic feelings pumped my heart to a sprinter's speed, sucked the air from my lungs, bulged my eyeballs, puffed my cheeks, fluttered my nostrils and, as my toes curled upwards and my body trembled and arched, I moaned and marvelled and dug my fingers into the wool.
"Drew," I yelled. "Drew, stop, I'm gonna blow. Stop," I yelled again. "Stop, oh my, stop, I can't hold—" I bellowed as I pushed the back of my head deep into the wool and closed my eyes to the dizziness of stars and flashes and comets, as supercharged electrical pulses surged, and the dyke broke and the cum gushed, and my arms flayed and legs kicked and locked
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