Andrew came over again last night at about 9:30 PM. If you haven't read the previous installment, Andrew is a 21-year-old college student who has a thing for older guys with hairy chests. And I have a thing for cute young guys with big dicks who love to feed me. There's nothing I like better than taking a nice hard cock into my mouth and down my throat, and swallowing loads of sweet, warm cum.
Andrew and I have been seeing each other for about nine months now, and it keeps getting better and better. He is a playful and inventive lover, uninhibited and sensual, and an absolute treat to look at. Last night after he fed me another copious load of his cum, spurting from his cock with real force, covering my face and filling my mouth, we decided we needed a snack, so we returned to the living room for some wine and cheese.
I threw on my terrycloth robe and handed Andrew a shorter, lightweight cotton robe to put on. I went into the kitchen to get our snack and when I returned I was greeted by a sight that literally stopped me in my tracks. Andrew was reclining sideways on the couch, propped on one elbow, with one knee bent in such a way that the robe fell open just enough to reveal, as if by accident, his beautiful cock and big, low-hanging balls. I just had to stand there and look at him for a minute. And I could tell he liked being looked at like that, and had purposely arranged himself that way purely for my enjoyment.
After I joined him on the couch and poured two glasses of red wine, Andrew reclining against one arm of the couch while I leaned on the other, he opened his legs a little wider - not saying anything - but it was clear he knew I would enjoy an even better view of the lovely treasure between his legs. And it was obvious he enjoyed showing himself to me that way.
"I love the way you can slip into total exhibitionist mode like that," I said. "You are making me ridiculously happy right now."
He looked back at me with a calm, steady gaze that seemed to say, "Go ahead, look as much as you want. I want you to." Then he slowly untied the belt and, slowly, slowly opened his robe, exposing the rest of his firm young body, tantalizingly framed by the off-white waffle-weave fabric. It literally made me gasp. I stroked his legs, and briefly ran my hands over his chest and stomach, and then cupped his big balls in my hand for a minute or two. But mostly I just sat and looked. And he clearly was so comfortable being looked at that way, so deliberately showing himself to me in that way, it only added to the pleasure I took in simply admiring this specimen of an extremely sensual and well-made young man.
Earlier in the evening, when he arrived, I greeted him at the door wearing nothing but a pair of speedos, as has become something of a ritual for us. Normally, after a hug and a kiss and some groping, he goes into the bedroom and changes into the speedos I have laid out on the bed for him. But this evening he was in the mood to talk first. I opened a bottle of wine and we sat on the couch, me in my speedos, him fully dressed, while he told me about his day. That, alone, I found awfully sexy.
After a little while he changed into his speedos and returned to the couch. We made out for a few minutes, and then I said, "Why don't you lay back and relax."
He complied, and then I indulged my undying fantasy of having unrestricted access to fondle a nice big speedo bulge to my heart's content. I loved the way his swelling package felt under my hands as I stroked and squeezed, exploring his cock and balls, which were so plainly outlined beneath the thin, stretchy blue fabric. Then I pulled the waist band down and tucked it under his balls, and began licking him, from the underside of his nut sack, around the sides, and in the sensitive area where thigh meets scrotum, and then up the length of his hardening cock, finally capturing the head in my mouth and then plunging down until the whole of his eight inch prick was lodged deep in my throat.
Moving into the bedroom, I knelt before him and slowly inched his speedos down his hips and thighs, and down to his ankles. When I looked up from this task the tip of his cock brushed my nose, and I knew there was only one thing in the world I wanted at that moment.
"Well, look where I am," I said to him, looking up into his hooded eyes, with his dick half an inch from my lips. "How convenient."
I wrapped my lips around the tip of his swelling organ and gradually, a quarter inch at a time, nibbled my way down the length of his shaft. Each time I impaled myself a little deeper on his cock I paused to savor the taste and relish having just precisely that much warm, throbbing cock in my mouth. But then, as I was about halfway down his length, he placed his hands on the back of my head and pulled me in, forcing his now fully erect dick all the way into my throat, and holding me there. Needless to say, I loved it.
After several minutes of blowing him on my knees, he pulled me up and pushed me back onto the bed. He climbed up above me, straddling my chest with his knees, and said, "I think you know what I want now."
Dear reader, yes I did.
I pulled a pillow under my head and Andrew moved forward, depositing his hard cock in my open, waiting mouth. He fucked my face in that position for five or ten minutes, which I totally love, and then I said, "I want to try something else I think you'll like. Turn around, so you're straddling my head, but facing towards my feet."
He did, and in that position was able to slide his cock much deeper into my esophagus - all the way in - every last millimeter of it. With a slow, steady rhythm he began to pull back about half way, and then slide his meat all the way back into my throat, over and over. I gagged a bit, but he quickly figured out that if he pushed in a little more slowly I could take all of it without gagging.
As he continued fucking my throat, I lay there thinking about how lucky I am to have this beautiful boy sliding his long, thick slab of man meat deep into my throat. It is just so incredibly sexy for me I can hardly believe it.
After a while Andrew wanted to change position. "I was thinking the same thing," I said. "I want to make you cum on your back tonight."
He lay back against the pillows and I made myself comfortable between his legs, in a position that allowed me to stroke my own cock with one hand while making love to his with my mouth and other hand. Half a dozen times I worked him up to the edge, and then pulled back to draw the process out. Edging him like that, I could see that each time he was getting more and more desperate to cum, which is so much fun I can hardly stand it. I also love edging him because the more I do the bigger the load he feeds me at the end.
Finally, sensing his need was becoming urgent, I picked up the pace, stroking his cock with my fist, letting it slide up into my waiting mouth with each stroke. His moaning increased and he said, "It's coming soon . . . it's coming . . . it's coming . . . here it comes . . . oh, oh, oh." And then he erupted as I watched from above, splattering my face with the first shot, after which I again engulfed his cock in my hungry mouth, and felt several more powerful jets of his warm, sticky, sweet load spurting onto my tongue.
No sooner than his spurting began to subside, my own cock exploded, in a big, quaking orgasm, pouring out my load onto my stomach and all over my hand. Then I slathered his still hard cock with gobs of my own cum, first from my thickly coated hand, and then with whatever I could scoop up from my stomach, and then I licked him clean.
Back in the living room later on, as I stroked his legs and fondled his balls, he asked me a question.
"What is it about sucking cock that you like so much?"
Andrew is a total top and doesn't usually suck cock himself, although he told me he had done so a few times when he was younger.
"Partly it's a mystery," I said. "Who can tell why something is erotic to us?"
But then, after thinking about it for a minute or two, I elaborated.
"It's several things, really. Part of it is that I just love the way it feels. When I am sucking a cock it feels like the whole inside of my mouth and throat has been turned into another sex organ, and one which can only be pleasured in one way. I love exploring every inch of a cock with my tongue, and feeling it with my lips, and the inside of my cheek, and the roof of my mouth. I get so turned on by that that I sometimes wonder if my partner can possibly be enjoying this as much as I am.
"Then there's swallowing. It is a very big turn on for me to feel a cock spurting into my mouth, to savor the taste and texture of the load, and to feel it sliding down my throat. It's absorbing a man's essence. Sometimes, as you have no doubt observed, I love to continue nursing on a cock that has just erupted, while my mouth is still full of cum. There's something about sucking on a cum-covered cock that I just find indescribably sexy.
"Part of what I like about having a mouth full of cum, too, is probably that it is a little taboo, that it's considered a little dirty. It's sort of transgressive, you know and so all the more exciting for that.
"And then, of course, another thing I love about giving blow jobs is the reaction it produces. When I'm sucking a guy's cock and he's involuntarily moaning and squirming and breathing hard . . . I don't know . . . there's something so powerful about being able to control another human being in that way.
"And I suppose there is also something about it being, in some ways, an act of submission, that is also very hot. But, in another way, I don't really feel like I am being submissive at all. Sometimes I think it is the other guy who is submitting to my needs, servicing my mouth and stimulating all the millions of nerve endings inside the oral cavity, giving me something I crave. At times, odd as it sounds, I actually forget, temporarily, that the purpose of giving a blow job is to pleasure the recipient."
Later, standing by the door, kissing goodnight, I leaned back to look at his face while I stroked the hair on the back of his head, and I said, "You are so beautiful." He responded by kissing me again, deeper and more passionately. Then I gave him a swat on his behind and sent him on his way. Until next time. Soon, I hope.
. . . to be continued
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