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By the time I wake up, it’s mid-morning. I was up late last night. But that’s not unusual for me.
I drag myself out of bed, shuffle to the bathroom, piss with the door open. Shuffle back out, scratch the underside of my balls, belch loudly.
Then I notice he’s sitting up in bed, watching me.
“Sorry,” I mumble, feeling myself blush. “I guess I’m not used to having someone stay the night.”
“That’s okay,” he says, yawning.
He looks tired, disheveled, and glorious. His naked body, youthful and golden brown, practically glows in the sun.
He’s giving my own naked body a look up and down, and I figure I must look pretty incandescent myself.
I come over to him, sit down on the bed next to him. He has a pleasant sleepy smell. He leans in and kisses me.
It’s a horny, unchaste kiss.
I’m already getting hard.
Our lips part. His breath smells good, in a morning mouth sort of way.
He says, “Can I try oral on you?”
I nod.
As we’re repositioning ourselves, I say, “Don’t sweat it. I’ll walk you through it.”
Soon, I’m reclining against the pillows. My thick, hairy thighs are open. He’s in between them, condom at the ready.
“Pull my foreskin back just a little before you put the condom on,” I tell him.
He denizli escort nods, and he does it.
“When you get down, go into a cat stretch, like in yoga or martial arts.”
He bends down, his ass in the air, his face poised at the ready.
“Put your lips on the end. Slide them down and let the broad part of your tongue rest on the underside.”
He puts his mouth on me. He’s warm, wet, and hot. I feel him cradle me with his tongue.
“Pulse your tongue, just a little bit. Let your mouth fill with spit.”
I feel a lovely pulsing, almost undetectable at first, until he gets a handle on the coordination.
“Now bob your head. Keep the rhythm even, and don’t feel the need to go too deep. You can steady me with your hand.”
He does.
“You can focus on my glans, as long as you don’t go too hard.”
I feel him release me.
He says, “Glans?”
“You know where my dickhead is, right?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Same thing.”
I feel him walk himself back through the steps so far, applying a delicious pressure that sends a warm tingling through my thighs, balls, and ass.
His lips encircle the rim of my glans and, with the utmost gentleness, brushes the underside.
“Ah,” diyarbakır escort I sigh, watching his back muscles flow rhythmically as he moves. I think his lower back might be one of my favorite parts of him.
He pauses, and I remember that I’m supposed to be telling him what to do.
“Keep doing that–that move with your tongue. Pay attention to me. Not just what I’m saying, but my breathing. My body. The tension in my muscles.”
He keeps it up, those gentle lollipop licks, which I find myself becoming quickly acclimated to. It’s warm, it’s tender, it’s nice.
But it’s not getting me there.
Fortunately for me, he’s doing as I say. He’s letting himself become attuned to non-verbal signals and adjusting accordingly.
We fall into a natural rhythm, him with rhythmic bobbing ending in little frenulum licks, me lapsing into shallow breaths, my body warming and tingling with every circuit he makes.
My head leans back. I sigh. My instructions slowly lapse into a mushmouthed “Good… good… oh, that’s good…”
He seems to take that as a sign that he’s on the right track.
When my hips first start to gyrate on the bed, it throws him off a little.
But he hangs on, keeping up a solid antalya escort rhythm, matching the gyration of my moving hips, his warm, wet mouth massaging my excited cock through the thin latex of the condom.
Then my orgasm arrives.
At some point, amid all my gasping and shoving my hairy crotch in his face, his lips temporarily pop loose. One cheek and some of his hair gets painted with his own stringy saliva.
But he reorients himself, and, with grace and preternatural skill, keeps attending to me through the condom as the heat and tension flow and ebb in my body, then finally subside.
He’s been paying attention. He already knows how to lessen his attentions in proportion to how sensitized I am.
Soon, I’m collapsed on the bed and he’s next to me, a tableaux of post-fellatio collapse. I lie there, dazed, content to sit with the low-level thrumming that still resides in my body.
It was actually pretty good.
Not mindblowing. But it’s better than some of the ones I’ve had with more experienced partners.
When I’m just about aware enough to comprehend it, I hear him saying, “So was that the first course of breakfast?”
I laugh.
He’s funny. I like that.
I reach down and gingerly remove the condom. I hold it up to his face, letting it dangle, weighted heavily at the bottom with cum.
His eyes widen. “I did that?”
“You made me come,” I say. “You did good.”
He smiles. “I think I want to do it again.”
I grab a tissue from the stack on the nightstand and wipe my damp, half-erect cock. “Don’t tempt me. I’m too easy.”
~THE END~
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