We have been together now for several years, now. Over that time we have changed to accommodate our relationship. We taught each other what we expected. We had met on line and had really clicked. After a few months, we talked about being a couple, but both knew from experience that getting along on-line and living with someone, could be entirely different situations. So we decided to meet over Thanksgiving. You stayed five days.
Do you remember ...?
When you came for that first visit, it was late afternoon and you were exhausted, so I filled the tub to give you a nice warm bath so that you could relax. I left the room to give you privacy. When I came back in, I found you relaxing in the warm water with your eyes closed. I knelt down and reached for a wash cloth. I squeezed some soapy oil onto it and started to bathe you. The cloth caressed your neck and chest. I lingered there and lovingly soaped around your nipples and blew ever so gently on them until they were dry. As I moved down your torso, I paid special attention to your navel. You have an 'inny' and it was filled with lint, so I cleaned it out, well. Then I soaped up both hands and proceeded to wash your groin area. I lathered up your pubic bush and rolled your balls in my hands. I lifted a leg at a time and gave each special attention. I moved the washcloth down your thigh and washed out the crease between your legs. I moved back up to your knee and lathered it and then moved the wash cloth down your calf and finally reached your feet. I spread your toes and washed each individually. When both legs were done. You rolled over and I would did the same to your back. When I reached your butt, I soaped your cleft and cleaned it well. The washing was done. After rinsing you off, I dried you with a fluffy towel and led you to the bedroom were you would laid on your stomach and I began to give you a sensual massage. All during you bath and now during your massage, we did not speak a word. All that could be heard were your muffled moans as I touched a sensitive area. Once again, I started at your neck and shoulders. As I kneaded your tight muscles and moved down, I was planting kisses up and down your back. My oiled hands kneaded your ass checks and as I spread them apart, I lowered my face to your shiny globes and my tongue danced around your rosebud. I was sitting on your calves while I massaged the back of your thighs. Then you turned over and I massaged your chest. This time along with planting kisses, I sucked anything that could fit into my mouth. Your nipples stood up stiff after all the attention. My tongue entered your navel. When I reached your groin, I oiled and stroked your now up-standing cock.
I took your balls into my palms and this time swirled them around in oil. Your thighs got my special attention and then when I reached your feet, I popped a big toe in my mouth and sucked on it for a while and then oiled up your feet. Neither one of us had cum, yet. That would come after you had rested up. When the massage was completed, I let you drift off to sleep.
You woke up from you nap and we went into the living room to talk and to have a few drinks. We were sitting on the couch, I was naked and you had on a pair of bikinis. In our writings, you had told me how erotic feet could be in lovemaking. You moved in real close, and put your feet in my lap. It was turning me on. I loved the feel of your bare feet on my cock. We started to kiss, then decided to go back to the bedroom.
Halfway down the hall, you stopped and kissed me. We fell into the room on my bed. You told me that you were going to show me what foot fun was all about. You smeared baby oil over your feet and then put them on my thighs. While one foot was massage my cock shaft, the other dove between my legs. You started to insert your big toe up my butt. After withdrawing, your foot lifted my balls up. The feeling was awesome. I begged you to get me off. So you put an oiled foot on either side of my cock a started to jerk me off. I was loving it and in no time, my cum stated to spurt. It landed on my chest, thighs and your feet. When I finished spurting, you suggested that we shower off together.
Laughing, I pulled you up heading for the shower. I turned on the spray and gently pushed you into the spacious stall. You were still wearing you shorts. I had a little trouble getting them down because your hard cock made it difficult for me to pull them down over your tent pole. Once off, I got close behind you; close enough for you to feel my hardening cock on your ass cheeks and my legs and feet almost tangling yours. Once under the warm, sensual spray, I closed the frosted glass door behind us. You soaped me in much the same fashion as I had done to you during your bath. In our standing position, our now hard cocks kept poking each other's bodies. I loved it every time we made contact that way, and we did it often. You moved in closer and kissed me.
I sat down on the shower floor, and you followed. We were seated so that we were facing each other with our torsos pressed against each other tightly, our legs were wrapped behind each other's hips. I could feel your cock throbbing against mine. We kissed some more. I took our cocks in my hand and squeezed them, looking down at them, and then up into your eyes. You moved my hand away and replaced it with yours, playfully jerking our cocks together. We moved our bodies even closer towards each other, as close as we could possibly get. Our cocks were pressed so tightly together that the least movement made them jerk up and down on each other. The shower spray seemed to be getting hotter, and the steam was building. It intensified our sensations. Our arms and entwined legs pulled our wet bodies even tighter so that we were almost one mass of hot energy. I could feel the hair on your well-defined chest rubbing against mine. Our cocks were ready to explode. They did, mine first and then yours, all the while our tongues wer e in each other's mouths. What intense climaxes we had!!! The warm spray rinsed off our combined cum.
During that visit, we enjoyed each other many times. We had talked about you moving in with me.
Now that we had met and enjoyed each other, it was time for you to decide what to do. You had to return home and get your affairs in order. Then you would return to me and our life together...
Over the Christmas holidays, we wrote and talked a lot. I had written you that I was a very oral guy. After you returned to me, I said that in order to put my mouth where my words were, you'd have to be naked all the time so that your dick would be available for the sucking whenever I wanted it. When you were watching TV, I was between your legs stroking your dick, licking it, sucking on it, playing with your balls, licking them and then putting one and finally both into my mouth so that I could wash them properly. When you were eating your meal, I was under the table. I put my mouth over the head of your cock and then reached up for my wineglass and dipped the tip of your tool into my drink. You precum dripped into my wine. I dribbled wine onto your pubic hairs and then licked them dry. I let your balls marinate in my wine glass while I gave your cock a good sucking. When I was through with your cock, I licked off all the wine from you balls. Then jerked your cock off into the last of my wine and then toasted you with my cum-flavored liquor.
When you were washing dishes, I was either on my knees or sitting on the floor between you and the sink and sucked your cock and balls, again. I would reach up into the soapsuds and dipped my hand in them and then fucked you with my soapy fingers.
When you were lying on the sofa or in bed reading or taking a nap, I sucked that great cock of yours. I took it in my mouth until my nose was in your crotch hairs.
You soon learned that my mouth was like a glove for your dick. Since it would always be inside, you would feel naked without my lips wrapped around it. But since there was no chance of that happening, you didn't have to worry.
Over the next few months, we explored and enjoyed each other in every conceivable way. One night as we lay naked in bed before going to sleep, I whispered in your ear. "There's a game I'd like to play with you. "What game? How does it go?" you asked. "I bet I can make you cum, just by whispering in your ear." "No way! You're not going to touch me?" I didn't say a word but began to softly stroke your cock . "I'm close to coming and I thought you weren't going to touch me", you taunted. "But I can always tell when you're ready to cum." "How do you know when?" you ask. To which, I replied, "simple, the muscles in your chest swell up; the hairs begin to stand up on little goose bumps; you start to breathe faster; you tend to groan; your cock grows much harder; and you begin to thrust your hips up in the air." But I stopped before you did those things. After you started to soften, I slid my hand down to tug on your hairy balls for a moment. Then I stroked you to the verge of cuming again. I kept you on the edge for three or four times more. Then, when I was sure that your cock was burning to explode, I let go and whispered something really sexy in your ear. The first time I whispered, "shoot that cum out, you hot stud." The next time I whispered, "Let your cum flow, baby." And the third time I simply whispered, "I love you so much." With every statement I whispered, you started pumping out your loads of cum without my touching your cock. Of course, once you started shooting, I grabbed your dick and stroked it and swirled my thumb over your piss slit to prolong the pleasure of your orgasm.
Now you may joke about our little game with your friends, simply saying, "My boyfriend is so sexy that he can get me off just by whispering in my ear." Everybody thought you were exaggerating. If only they knew!