Putty In His Hands, Ch. 4 By Northern Light E-mail and MSN Messenger: northernlight1@hotmail.com
I pulled my mouth off John's cock just long enough to let a long ribbon of saliva drip to his cockhead. It fell directly on the slit, and I watched it course almost in slow motion beneath his foreskin and then overflow down his length. I stroked him fully once, twice, three times, loose-fisted, unable to wrap my fingers fully around his girth, and paused to admire my handiwork.
I studied him with great, aroused interest: he was thick, swollen, throbbing, an intricate series of veins crisscrossing his shaft, one more pronounced than the rest. John was shaved, which accentuated the size of his magnificent balls, two large, defined orbs in a sac which stored a great deal; I had learned this the night before, when he had come on me in a milky flood. Above his cock he was trimmed to a sparse brush, and I knew I would feel this gentle bristle on my nose only if I could learn to take enough of him in my mouth. Suddenly, that idea excited me very much.
I leaned in and licked his longest meandering vein, which stood out like a blue river on a relief map, then opened wide once more and inhaled as much of his cock as I could. I felt entirely inadequate, managing to take only half, maybe a shade more. But as I shifted over him, the angle changed and my throat became more accommodating. I heard John gasp as much more of him slid between my lips and pushed over my tongue.
I could taste his heat, the radiant warmth that filled my wet mouth. I was not going to stop short of bringing him, bringing us, complete and unbridled pleasure, and I flashed back to the night before as I swirled my tongue around him.
Even with my eyes closed I could picture him vividly from a few hours ago, standing beside me, jacking himself, his balls slapping the heel of his hand. He was moaning, then and now.
I let my mouth be my every sense as I began a gentle bobbing up and down, getting the feel of him pistoning in and out, his hands in my hair, encouraging me. John's hips rose and fell from the bed as he began to fuck my eager face, and I placed one hand beneath his ass to provide him with help he didn't need. For each of his groans there was a loud slurp, as I devoured him in deeper gulps.
I had never sucked a cock in my life and yet I felt like an expert, with a powerful man squirming to my touch. I was almost dizzy with the sensations, from the heat and the scent. I might have been hard myself, but I couldn't tell, nor did I care. My entire being was focused on the fat, hard cock I was servicing.
I took John's balls in my free hand; they were taut, not the free-hanging sac they were only a minute ago, and I knew he was speeding toward his climax. I hungered for him, for all of him, and was certain I would gauge his orgasm and be ready for it.
So much for my expertise. I was not prepared for the first spurt which went straight to my stomach without touching the sides. It was incredible... indescribable. I almost leapt back in surprise, and was slack-jawed in amazement when the second spurt striped my face from my forehead to my lower lip, down my nose and into my mouth. I gobbled him deep again, my cheeks hollowing as my suction drained the come from him.
I heard John howling as I continued my oral assault, digging the nails of one hand into his ass, still squeezing his balls with the other. He kept throbbing, and I swallowed as much as I could, feeling a little dripping from the corner of my mouth onto his skin. Slowly, the flow ebbed and I moved my hand from his balls to his groin, pushing him gently back onto the bed, easing him down from wherever it was he had flown.
I smiled to myself as his cock softened in my mouth. I took more and more of it, nursing it between my lips, and now I could feel his pubic hair at my sticky nose. Soon, I vowed, I would deep-throat him while he was raging hard. But for the time being this would do, and I gently let him slip from my mouth and fall spent across his hip. I lay my head on his belly, panting as heavily as he was, and studied his cock. It seemed much less threatening now, his foreskin folding itself protectively back over his head.
I was being physically trained in unimaginable ways. Then John rolled over onto his stomach, pulling one bent leg up. I looked past his gorgeous, drained balls to his ass to realize what he was presenting me, and I shivered. He had reached to the night table and then back, handing me a small foil-wrapped wafer, his body language a wordless invitation that took my breath away.
I broke the seal and rolled the latex slowly back from my cockhead, looking to John's ass as he spread his legs a little wider. It occurred us both that, very soon, he would be the student -- and I would be the trainer.
(to be continued)