Rico. One of the most sensual men I've ever met. Rico loves sex. He loves his body, and other men's bodies, and shares his love with me whenever we meet. It's contagious. Not only does he make me love his body: he makes me love my own body in a way I never knew I could.
Now Rico has something to love. Short in stature, beautiful dark skin, lightly muscled--and eight inches, maybe a bit more, where it counts. Uncut, thick, it shows its length all the time, even when the bathwater is tepid. Rico's got silky dark hair, brown eyes, long lashes, dark nipples, and light hair on his chest, trailing down to his groin. Beautiful.
But his body is the tool. His mind, his love, his joie de vivre, is the message he gives to the world. Sex with Rico is like reading a poem in which you find you deepest feelings expressed, in ways in which you didn't know they could be expressed.
Once we met downtown, in a hotel room. I was visiting his city. A nice hotel, which offered a fluffy white bathrobe with the room. Rico rang up when I was fresh from the bath. I didn't bother dressing, and greeted him in the robe.
"Papi" he cried, delighted to see me. A surge coursed through my body, ending in a thickening in my groin. Rico calls me that, and I call him that, and it's a token of our love. And when a salesgirl calls me that name, I get the same surge, as if it had come from Rico's full sensuous lips.
He steps inside, the door closes, and he's in my arms. And I'm in his. His hands are under the robe in no time, feeling my chest, my nipples, my pecs, sliding the robe off my shoulders so it drops to the floor, a white puddle of terrycloth.
Rico is all smiles, all energy. He licks my quickly-hard nipples. His hands caress my abs, then entwine themselves in the hair on my crotch. He drops to his knees, takes my iron-hard cock in his mouth, sucks on it avidly. Then he uses his tongue, seeking those places he knows drive me wild. There's this one spot on the bottom of my shaft...
It's been two weeks, and Rico's tongue knows just where to go to get me aroused. His hands are on my back, feeling my ass, running up and down my ass crack, pushing my groin into his face.
And the most exciting thing about the encounter is how he's making little moans and yips, like a little boy on Christmas morning, while his mouth is full of cock. This inflames me. He loves sucking my cock, making me feel good. I'm moaning in response, thrusting, holding his head with my hands--that's all I can reach of his body.
Rico seems to know how to bring me right to the edge. Sometimes he'll push me off to tumble in space, and sometimes he'll bring me back and start over. This time, he stops, holds me in his hot mouth for an agonizing second or two without moving anything. I wonder--will he send me spinning? Or make me wait? I don't care. I'm happy to be with this most sensual of lovers through any scene at all.
He stops, freezes, and takes his mouth off me. I take the opportunity to remove his shirt (which he's deftly unbuttoned), pull down his jeans (which he's likewise loosened) and guide him in stepping out of them. He's wearing just cotton briefs now, and bulging. But he's always bulging. He's not yet really hard--and I love him this way.
He and I walk over to the bed. I love walking behind him, watching the fluid motion of his body, the play of his ass muscles as he walks, even during the few steps to the bed. Rico lies down and looks at me, a special smile on his face, a smile that promises, "we're going to play the most amusing game...".
And I'm smiling too--Rico is infectious. I get on the bed next to him, but not my full length. I want to do to him what he's done to me. And I know how to do it. My tongue and Rico's penis are old friends. My face is at his crotch. I can feel the heat of his genitals. His balls, gracefully hanging below his cock, turn me on.
I want one thing only. I want to bunch up his foreskin against the head of his cock. I want to squeeze my tongue between his foreskin and his cock head. Then I want to lick a certain spot that drives him wild and makes him squeal and squirm. I lift his cock, which thickens and shudders in my hand. I love that feeling, and the soft sigh that Rico lets out when I do this. His cock head is still hooded, and I encircle his member with my fingers so it stays that way. Then, I find the piss slit with my tongue, and gently lick it. Rico is moaning louder now, and his hips are moving. I have to hang on to him a bit for what I'm about to do.
My tongue squeezes itself down, into a pocket I know is there, formed by the hardening and thickening of his cock and the press of his foreskin. I find that little area we both love, and my tongue works it side-to-side, up-and-down, as Rico moans and writhes. I'm in heaven. I could do this for an hour or more. Rico's hands are on my head. His cock is leaking precum. His balls are tightening against his body.
But it is I who cannot stand it much longer. There's so much I want to enjoy with Rico, so many games to play, that I stop this one, and take his beautiful penis down my throat, as far as I can, and suck avidly. Rico lets out a moan. His whole body writhes and shudders.
I'm iron-hard, and pumping on his dick, long strokes, with my tongue dragging along the bottom. Rico's cock is twitching and shuddering and leaking, and his body is imitating his penis, writhing and twisting. He's yelping, and shoving his hips at me. I can't quite take the whole thing--Rico is big--but I take a respectable amount on the down stroke, and lick and suck his dickhead on the upstroke, until Rico explodes.
His cock heaving, his balls shuddering, Rico blows in my mouth. I take him out, pump him with my hands, and he blows on my chest, on the bathrobe, into the rug of the hotel room. He's moaning like this is the most intense feeling he's ever had. That's what's so terrific about Rico--he's in the moment, he's feeling everything, and he makes me feel it, too.
Because when Rico blows, I feel like a million dollars, like I've done something terrific for a friend. I light up the way his cock lights up, and feel great about it. Rico makes me feel so good...
...in lots of ways. He lies back on the bed, his thick cock resting against his flat stomach, and he looks at me with a look of satisfaction, and of mutual enjoyment. And he crooks his finger, like `come here'. I know what he wants.
He wants to suck my cock. My cock is throbbing and dripping--Rico gets me so hot. And as I crawl on the bed, to bring my crotch up to his face, he scootches down to meet me. His mouth latches onto my heavy cock like a calf to the teat. He sucks me down quickly, down into his hot mouth. I can feel his throat muscles pulling on my dick, milking me. I can't hold back too long.
Rico finds a spot on the bottom of my dick, a spot that's really sensitive, and that his tongue has visited before. And he waggles his tongue back and forth, back and forth, until I'm gasping, thrusting, dripping with passion. I can't stand it. I'm over his face, thrusting my hips forward so my cock buries itself in his mouth.
Rico can't move much, but his tongue is agile, and rubs itself against the bottom of my cock. His throat muscles pull on my sensitive cock head. Rico takes one long sensuous finger, and traces my ass crack with it, lingering on my asshole, then the cum vein, then my balls.
That's it. I can't take any more. My cock spasms in Rico's mouth and I blow. Five, six, seven heavy ropes of cum, and Rico eagerly swallows them all. My cock goes soft in his mouth, and he gently nurses on it, bringing me down from my high. That's Rico, the most thoughtful and talented lover I have ever been with.