I swallowed, hard. I’d never been so close to a naked man before, a breathtakingly beautiful naked man. My breathing was ragged, my face flushed, my cock a tangled, throbbing bulge in my jeans. Brennan whimpered, and I bit my lip and reached out a finger and touched his left nipple.
The puffy pec-cap stiffened under my fingertip. Brennan’s cock surged another inch longer, stretching up onto his stomach now. I was overwhelmed with curiosity, with something even more powerful. I softly traced my fingertip around Brennan’s nipple, revelling in the puffy, pebbled feel of the succulent nub.
His eyes were still shut tight, his breathing regular. My trembling finger slipped off his nipple and slid down his shallow chest, his concave stomach. His skin was smooth as silk, completely unblemished. My finger bumped up against the mushroomed hood of his cock.
He stirred slightly, rolling his blond head on the pillow, his pretty face peaceful. I’d never touched another man’s cock before, not skin-on-skin, anyway. I touched Brennan’s cock, tracing my fingertip around the curved, meaty outline of his cap.
Maybe I shouldn’t have done it. Maybe it was tantamount to sexual harassment, fondling another man’s cock while he slept. I didn’t even know for sure that the guy was gay, after all. But the way Brennan’s dick responded – straightening, stiffening, swelling further – and the way I was feeling – roiling with fevered emotion – were all the encouragement I needed. I slid my four fingers under the guy’s cock and closed them around it, clutching his shaft.
He throbbed in my damp hand, his cock feeling so strong and alive and wonderful. I burned with more heat, shimmering with excitement. The next step was an easy one: shifting my hand up and down, stroking Brennan’s cock.
‘Yes, Colin, that feels so good.’
I jumped, jerking Brennan’s dick up, but not letting go.
His eyes were open, his baby-blue eyes, gazing warmly up into mine. He licked his lips with the tip of a kitten-pink tongue, luxuriantly stretching on the bed – my hand wrapped around his tremendous member.
‘I knew you were watching. I hoped you’d do more. There’s no need to be nervous, Colin. You can do what you like to my cock, my body. I’m all yours.’
I gasped for breath, flooding with joy. My fingers were choking his prick. I loosened them, shifted my palm up and down again, openly stroking another man’s cock with his knowledge and approval. I looked down into Brennan’s hooded eyes in a daze.
His cock was long and thick and smooth, more than man-sized on a boy’s body. It was a stunning, stimulating contrast. I gripped his pulsating rod and flat-out fisted, pulling him up in my flying hand, almost right off the bed. He moaned and arched his body, spearing his cock into my shunting hand.
‘Easy, Colin, you’re going to make me come!’
His voice was soft and sensuous as the rest of him. I eased up on my tugging, then reluctantly set his impressive dick back down. ‘I-I want to kiss you … your body.’
He smiled, and I gulped and bent my head down, lightly pressed my lips against his lips. We both thrilled. His lips were soft and velvety as rose petals. I kissed them again, harder. Then again, longer. He kissed me back, lying there on the bed. I boldly shot out my tongue and traced the curved outline of his lips.
Then I kissed his neck, licked the smooth, tender skin. He murmured his approval. My head was dizzy, full of the sweet scent of the man so close, feeling his heat, the pulse of his naked body, tasting the silken texture of his skin. I dragged my lips, my tongue down his neck and onto his chest, over to a fully blossomed nipple.
‘Yes, Colin!’ Brennan breathed, as I twirled the tip of my tongue all around his bumpy areola.
I teased the golden bud even harder and higher with my tongue, revelling in the response I was eliciting from the man – another man – the taste and topography of his intimate protuberance. Then I curled my tongue up and licked his nipple, poured my lips over it, took it into my mouth and sucked on it.
‘Mmmm!’ Brennan exhaled, his chest heaving under my mouth.
I sucked hard on his rubbery nipple, pulling with my lips, my cheeks billowing, nursing with delight. Then I pulled my head back and let the bud pop out of my mouth. It shone with my spit. I bobbed my head over to his other chest-cap, sucked that into my mouth and tugged on it.
It was all so natural, so wonderful. I clutched his thin, heated pecs with my hands and pulled on his nipples with my mouth. I fed like a hungry child, denied too long. Brennan squirmed beneath me, thrusting up his chest, his nipples filling my mouth. I knew where I had to go next. And so did Brennan.
‘Kiss my cock, Colin! Suck my cock!’
A man was saying it to me. I was going to do it, for the first time.
I took a long last pull on his nipple and then let go of his chest. I looked down at his cock. It seemed to be stretching up towards me, twitching for my hand and mouth. I pressed my tongue in between Brennan’s pecs and dragged it downward, over his rising and falling stomach, his cute little belly button, up against the bloated hood of his cock.
He shivered, lean muscles rippling. I picked his dick up again and squeezed the pulsing shaft, curved my tongue around his carved cap like I’d used my finger earlier. Looking up at him, boldly into the man’s eyes, as I swirled my tongue around and around his cockhead, gripping his shaft.
I could hardly believe what I was doing. Still, I fully realised now just how long and how much I’d wanted to hold a man’s cock, lick a man’s cock, suck a man’s cock – the most beautiful, powerful appendage on a man’s body. And now I was doing it, ablaze with passion and devoid of any second, doubting thoughts, taking Brennan’s knob into my mouth and sucking on it.
‘Yes, Colin! Yes!’ he groaned. ‘That’s the way!’
His body, his cock was mine to do with as I pleased, for his pleasure and mine. His was total surrender, trust in my lust. I pushed my head down, consuming more of his prong, sliding my lips and mouth down his shaft until the tip of his dick bumped up against the back of my throat.
I kept him locked there, feeling the erotic throb of his meat in my mouth. I had total power over the man, his cock three-quarters subsumed inside of me. His eyes stared down into mine, desperately, and I pulled my head up, dragging my mouth up his shaft, lips pulling, tongue cushioning. Until I had just his bulb between my teeth, and was caressing his slickened shaft with my hand.
I gripped the base of his dick with one hand, his shaven balls with the other, and bobbed my head, really sucking on his cock. Instinctively, I knew to keep my lips curled over my teeth, so I didn’t scrape his sensitive shaft; to suck slow and long and strong, then quick and tight. I knew just how to give a man maximum pleasure with my mouth. His body trembled with feeling, his cock seizing up hard as steel as I sucked.
I squeezed his sac, fingered his balls, sucking and sucking on his cock. I couldn’t get enough, wanted to eat that fleshy pole whole, bite into his beefy cap and chew on it. I was blowing a man. I needed him to blow back, I needed to taste his come spurting into my mouth as I sucked him to ultimate orgasm.
But then Brennan tapped me on the head, his body shaking, other hand gripping the bedsheet. ‘There’s so much more we can do!’ he rasped.
I pulled my lips off his pipe, drawing salty pre-come out of his slit as I did so – my first taste of another man’s come! Brennan flipped over onto his front, and I was staring at the guy’s taut, mounded bottom.
I knew it was time to commit myself totally. When a man offers you his ass, and you accept, there’s just no going back. So I stood up on shaky legs, pulled my T-shirt over my head and dropped it down onto the carpet. Then I popped my jeans open, peeled them off. My cock sprang out in front of me and bobbed in the heated air, free to show its unabashed man-love, just as long and hard as Brennan’s. The guy had his chin pillowed on the backs of his hands and he looked around, at my naked body and obscenely jutting cock. ‘Niiice,’ he murmured.
I climbed fully onto the bed, straddling Brennan’s slim legs, my
thighs touching down on the backs of his thighs, cock thrusting out over his crack. The heated feel of his tawny skin against mine made me shudder. I sank my hands onto his buttocks for support.
He groaned. I clasped his mounds, squeezed them, kneaded them, working the lush, ultra-smooth flesh with my fingers. A man’s ass is just as beautiful as a woman’s, and there’s usually more of it. My cock vibrated, hands plying, balls skimming the backs of the guy’s legs.
‘Stick your hard cock in between my cheeks and frot me!’ Brennan breathed.
I knew what he meant. But I had something else in my mind first – eating his luscious ass. I slid down lower on his legs and clenched his cheeks up, dropped my head down, kissed one billowed buttock, then the other.
Brennan shivered his approval.
I kissed every silky inch of his ass. Then I stuck out my tongue and smeared it all over his cheeks, really tasting his back-skin. His buttocks rippled, gleaming with my saliva. I bit deeply into one fleshy hill.
‘Oooh!’ Brennan squealed, arching his rear-end up into my face.
I pulled my teeth out, leaving my brand on his ass. I bit into his other butt cheek, filling my mouth with flesh and chomping down. It only whetted my appetite.
Pulling my head back up, I pulled Brennan’s cheeks apart. His pucker was small and cute and pink. It winked up at me. It was time to go really deep and dirty. I thrust my tongue in between his cheeks, up against his asshole.
‘Yes!’ he bleated, his buttocks spasming in my hands and against my facial cheeks.
I squirmed my wet sticker against his manhole, then licked, lapped at his smooth, shaven, tender crack. He tasted so good, responded so deliciously to my licking. I dragged my tongue up and down his crack, painting his bum cleavage with my spit. His buttocks trembled out of control.
I pulled my tongue out, keeping his cheeks pulled wide apart. Then I humped up higher, and speared my straining cock into his slickened crack, in between his glorious butt cheeks. We both groaned.
I piled his cheeks up against and over my cock, burying my member in his cleavage. He cried, ‘Oh, God, Colin! Frot me! Frot me!’
I pumped my hips, pistoning my cock in the hot, wet tunnel created by his buttocks. I spasmed with joy, the sensual sensations overheating my churning dick, overwhelming my body and brain. It was wicked, wild, awesome: me frotting another man with fervour.
It ended all too suddenly, but probably just in time, when Brennan flipped over onto his back, and my glistening cock stretched out over his cock, pre-come dripping from my slit onto his hood. He smiled up at me and lifted his arms. And I filled them, collapsing down on top of the guy.
Our naked bodies burned together. Our cocks pressed, squeezed together, melding us at the groins. We kissed, our arms around one another, our spirits and forms joined. Brennan’s warm, moist tongue leaped into my mouth and tangled with my tongue and we frenched with fiery passion, our hips pumping against one another, cocks erotically sliding together.
It was so intimate, intense, two men tied up in each other’s arms, kissing and tonguing, pumping pricks into one another. The sensuous slide of our cocks was greased by the pre-come oozing out of our caps.
Brennan broke away from my mouth. I attacked his neck, biting again, licking and kissing. ‘I-I want to suck your cock, Colin! Like you sucked mine!’
I stared down at him. He grinned and nodded, pushing me up. I was reluctant to let our rutting cocks part, but I’d never been blown before, and I wanted to try everything, experience it all with my new male lover. So I rose up and straddled Brennan’s chest, my hard-on thrusting out over his face.
He pulled an arm free and gripped my dong at the base. I groaned, jerking. He pumped my cock, his hot little brown hand flying up and down my raging shaft, long fingers swirling around my hood. I grunted, quivering, thrusting out my cock in his caressing hand.
He stuck out his tongue and flicked my slit. ‘Jesus!’ I yelped. He wound his astonishingly long licker around and around my knob, bathing my cap in heat and moisture. I glared down at the guy licking my hood, my cock gone numb with sensation.
‘Suck it! Please, suck it!’ I gritted.
He grinned, pink tongue retreating and red lips breaking open. He pulled my come-dripping cap into his mouth and sealed his lips over it.
I grabbed my hair, trying to control the tremoring of my body. A man was mouthing my dick! Was sucking on my cock! Brennan inhaling more of my pipe and pulling on it with his lips.
It was all I’d ever fantasised and more. My balls seemed to swell with boiling sperm, my cock seizing up come-hard, as Brennan crawled his lips further and further down my shaft, inhaling more and more of my cock into his sweet, wanton mouth, until my hairy balls pressed into his chin and my prong was swallowed whole.
The pretty boy had a depraved, dirty mouth. I was bent down his throat, locked in a molten cauldron of emotion. His blue eyes blinked up at me, watering only slightly with the pressure of all that dick in his mouth. His cheeks ballooned and his throat bulged, my prick filling his face.
I shook over him, pulsating in his mouth and throat. He slowly drew his head back onto the pillow, my vein-popped shaft sliding out from between his lips like an engorged, gleaming snake. He captured my hood with his teeth and playfully gnawed on it, looking at me from beyond my cock. Then he sucked in more again. I pushed forward, down, again, the guy consuming my prong to the balls.
He shifted his head back and forth, sucking on my cock. I pumped my hips, fucking his face. Sweat gilded my body and dewed my face, my soul soaring. It felt so fine, so exquisite – another man sucking my cock long and tight and deep. I never wanted it to end.
But Brennan ended it, disgorging my schlong completely this time and licking at the underside of the massive, quivering member with his tongue. He lapped at my shaft, bathing the beating underside with his pink licker, swirling up and around, almost coiling his tongue right around.
I clenched my fists and shuddered, cock trembling with delight. And then I took the sexual initiative again, rising higher, sliding forward, so that my balls hung over Brennan’s open mouth. I’d never been tea-bagged before (never even heard the term until a couple of months previously), but I just couldn’t let the opportunity pass.
Brennan made me wait, shooting out his tongue to neatly cleave my sac in two right down the wrinkled line. He pushed my balls apart, moved his tongue up and down, scrubbing my pouch. Then he batted one testicle around with his talented, teasing tongue, then the other. More strange, stirring feelings filled my mind and body.
‘Yes!’ I yelped with unrestrained glee, when Brennan finally swallowed my sac, took my balls into his mouth.
His cheeks bulged, lips stretched, my cock bisecting his face overhead. I felt his tongue tickle the matted hairs on my pouch, and then I felt what I’d been longing for – the tug of his lips on my sac. He was tea-bagging me now, with vigour, sucking on my pair of balls, my entire sac.
I arched my back and groaned, the sensations as wild as I’d hoped. His lips sealed my scrotum tight and his mouth pulled with a fearsome intensity. I thought the guy might suck my balls right off.
I had to pull back, yank my nuts out of his wet-hot vacuum. The sperm was bubbling out of the pair and up my pipe, and I just couldn’t let it end there, blowing a load all over Brennan’s blond hair. There was still the ultimate admission of gay lust to experience.
‘You want to fuck my ass, don’t you, Colin?’ the man murmured, reading my filthy mind. ‘Stick your huge, hard cock in my little bum and fuck me, blow out your balls inside of me?’
I couldn’t have said it better myself. I’d gotten a taste of his ass (literally), but I wanted to go deep as a man could go with another, burying cock up the butt and pumping.
Brennan grinned as I shakily smiled, weakly nodded. I swung my leg off of him, drawing my dripping cock and balls away from his face. He slowly rolled over, still smiling. I looked down at his bronze, mounded bottom, mesmerised.
‘You’ll need this,’ he said twice, before I responded. He’d taken a bottle of lube out of the nightstand next to my buddy’s bed and was handing it to me.
I took it from him, looked at it, looked at his little butt, my large iron-hard erection. And suddenly I wasn’t sure any more. I was shaken. The whole thing seemed crazy, way beyond my reckoning, now that it was all so real. I’d never had sex before, period. Let alone penetrated a strange man’s ass with my cock. What the hell was I thinking?
The lube shook in my hand, my confidence shattered.
Brennan wiggled his bum and whispered, ‘Do me, Colin! Please, do me! You can’t stop now!’
I couldn’t stop. I loved men, lusted after them. I’d sucked this guy’s cock, let him suck mine; we’d kissed and frotted and pumped together. This is what gay men did – stuck their cocks in each other’s asses and fucked away to ecstasy.
I swallowed hard, sucked heated air into my lungs. Then I squirted lube onto my dick and polished it. I kneed my way down lower, straddled Brennan’s beautiful buttocks, pulled his left cheek aside with one hand and squirted lube into his crack with the other.
He moaned, clutching the bedsheet with both fists. I dove two fingers into his bum cleavage, rubbed. His buttocks shimmied with feeling. My forefinger found his pucker, circled it, pressed inside.
‘Ooooh!’ he gulped, as I sank the tip of my forefinger into his grasping starfish.
Followed by more, and more finger, until my digit was fully buried in his asshole, and I was pumping it back and forth inside of him.
He undulated his bum, convulsed his butt muscles, so that he was sucking on my anus-pumping finger. This was what my much bigger, way more sensitive cock could expect. His chute was hot and tight and hungry, steaming pink inside.
I slid another finger inside the man, pumped with the pair, his ass humping right along. Again I was caught up in the soaring sexual moment, all doubts vaporised by the awesome sexual heat. I gritted my teeth and gripped his buttock and drove my fingers back and forth in his chute, bouncing him on the bed with the renewed force of my lust.
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