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Accepting the Petey within, part ten, - home life, practice makes perfect, 3 of 4
I check the alarm clock. I change into my pajamas. No underwear. That takes two minutes. I watch as eight more long minutes tick by.
I enter the bathroom, slowly and silently. I slip into my slippers to walk across the cold floor. The bathroom light has been dimmed. I tiptoe to Charles door, which is ajar. His room is dark. I wait.
"Come in," he whispers.
"My pleasure," I answer – truthfully.
I slowly open the door to Charles's room. The side of his bed faces the door. The dim light from the bathroom allows me to see Charles, naked and laying on his bed facing me.
His cock is flaccid. It is the first time I have seen it in a non-erect state – and it is lovely! When his cock is soft, his foreskin is able to completely cover the head of his dick and gather together beyond the tip. I just want to stare and imagine what it would look like if – say – he pisses with his foreskin hanging down. But standing around and staring is not in Charles' plan for the evening.
"Turn to your left." I reluctantly, but obediently, turn. I can no longer see him.
"Kneel." I slowly drop to me knees.
"Stick out your tongue." I stick my tongue out.
"Flatten your tongue and open your mouth wide." I feel like I am saying "ahhh" at the doctor's.
Charles gets up and walks past me. His dick is now semi-hard. I guess my getting into this position has pleased him.
He reaches around into bathroom, finds the light switch and turns it up.
He walks toward me and stands directly in front of me. The object of my desire is at mouth height and six inches away. He is now almost fully hard, his foreskin now stretches back behind his swollen head.
I begin to salivate.
He takes his dick in his left hand (so as not to block the light?) and gently places it on my tongue.
I kneel motionless with his wonderful cock resting on my outstretched tongue. So many thoughts, so many things I want to do to that cock. But I remain still.
He gently starts to rock his pelvis back and forth and his cock slides in and out of my open mouth. It is just a little movement and his cock is still only in contact with my tongue.
How I would love to close my mouth around his dick, but I wait. I don't want to make any move that might cause this experience to end.
The only contact point is his dick and my tongue. I wonder how we must look in profile. This beautiful boy with his hard prick inserted into my most willing and grateful mouth. There is absolutely no place else I would rather be.
I believe Charles is able to sense just how joyful I am to be in this position. It feels like our true relationship is being defined at this moment. We are both in our proper positions.
And so, my true education begins.
Charles grabs the base of his cock and takes a step back. I suspect he reads the disappointment on my face that his dick is no longer on my tongue.
"Close your mouth and look at me." I bend my head back, so I can look up directly into his eyes.
His eyes are not warm. They are not cold. They are stern. But, mostly, they are understanding. He has read into my soul and knows how both of our needs can and will be met.
Holding his dick up, he positions his scrotum directly in front of my mouth. A series of commands follows.
"Kiss my balls."
"Lick my balls."
"Suck on my balls."
I am so grateful my eyes begin to tear up. The balls I have only been able to touch before, the balls that are the source of my addiction. I am finally able to service them as I know I should.
He pushes both balls into my mouth, I am careful not to squeeze them. I suck them to the back of my mouth and push my lips into the underside of the base of his dick. Pleasuring his balls is my only concern, my only reason for being at that moment. I will remain here forever. But, the need for oxygen interrupts my reverie.
Most meaningfully, we never brake eye contact. We both acknowledge what is happening and that we can never un-do this moment.
Charles moves back and I reluctantly allow his balls to leave my mouth.
He is still holding the base of his dick in his left hand. He starts to slap his hard cock on my face. He slaps his prick on my forehead, on my eyes, on my cheeks, on my lips.
He asks, "Do you have anything to say?".
"Thank you, thank you, thank you." I would have said it a thousand times, but my mouth is open, and he places the head of his dick between my lips.
Instinctively, I know to shield my teeth. Charles places his hands on the back of my head and slowly pushes my mouth onto his cock. His dick has that wonderful downward slope that fits perfectly in my mouth and down the back of my throat. My nose is pressed up against his pubic hair. He holds my head firmly again him, as though he knows this will extinguish my gag reflex forever.
His cock and my throat are a perfect match. To him, my throat was made for his pleasure. To me, his prick was made for mine.
When he senses I need air, he pulls his cock back. He never pulls it completely out of my mouth – thank God. After a few moments, he pushes his dick back down my throat.
He does this repeatedly. It is as though he is molding my throat around his cock. My throat is happy to comply.
The last time his magnificent cock fills my throat, he tells me to look at him. With his dick buried deep inside my throat, he smiles.
"This is how it is supposed to be."
My mouth full of his cock, I nod an unequivocal "YES!".