Compersion

6 A Natural Cock-Sucker

Mark pulled his pants and underwear up. He sat down on the log, but left them unfastened. He placed his hands on my hips and positioned my cock so that it faced him. He leaned slightly forward and pulled my hips closer. Mark told me to close my eyes and just focus on the sensation I was about to feel. I complied and when I closed them, I could feel his nose pushing into the thick tufts of blond pubic hair that framed each side of my balls. I heard him inhale deeply. His nose left my crotch and then the warm moistness of his mouth enveloped the head of my prick, which caused it to rear up. Mark began to slowly bob his head and with each bounce, he took more of my dick into his mouth. Before long, Mark grabbed a hold of my cock by it's root. He gently squeezed and I could feel my dickhead plump in his mouth. I parted my eyes and looked down. The vision of Mark taking my hard dick into his mouth over and over made my balls suck up into my groin.

"Wow," I said, "That feels so… Amazing."

Mark slowed his pace and then pulled his lips slowly back as my cock broke free of his mouth. He stood up and when he did, his slacks feel to the ground. I looked down and saw his penis' head peeking out from the waistband of his white briefs. I also noticed the damp stain of precum on his underwear in the firelight. I reached over and with my forefinger and I hooked the waistband, pulling down, exposing Mark's big dick as I grabbed my own.

Mark smiled and asked, "Do you want to try?"

Did I want to try? While this question perplexed me and caused me to ponder, my prick remained hard and rigged. I really didn't know whether or not I wanted to try oral sex with the manager of the grocery store, but my body made the decision for me. Before I knew it, I was kneeling down to the ground. I could feel the woodland floor's brush gently cutting into my kneecaps. Mark took a hold of his cock and pointed it at my face. It looked so big and I wondered if I would be able to put all of it in my mouth. Then I observed the stream of oozing precum escaping Mark's piss-slit. I paused and studied the glistening strand.

"Malachi," Mark suggested, "Why don't you just taste it first?"

I looked up at him, "What?"

"I know you've never tasted precum before. It really doesn't have that much of a flavor," Mark continued, "Just lick it up from my dick and get a taste."

Like an obedient students vying for teacher's pet, I dutifully complied. My tongue parted my lips and I pressed it's tip right under the crown of Mark's dick and ran it up his piss-slit. I sat back and analyzed the flavor. He was right. It really didn't have much taste. Maybe I didn't get enough? I leaned in again, this time taking the tip of his prick between my lips and lightly sucked. Mark's silky precum began to flow onto my tongue. Mark pushed his hips forward and the whole head of his cock slipped into my mouth. I could feel my own cock begin to jut up and down. My anus contracted and released several time and I thought I might orgasm. I tried to relax myself and focus on the task at hand.

Imitating Mark's example, I began taking a little more of his prick into my mouth with each bob of my head. My movement was awkward and clumsy at first, but Mark placed a hand on my head and helped guide me. I wasn't taking more than four or five inches of his long cock into my mouth and this began to frustrate me. I wanted every bent inch, but how could I? Pushing my head forward, I forced Mark's cockhead up against my throat. When it hit, I gagged for a moment and then pulled back till only his dickhead was in my mouth. I went for it a second time. I wanted that cock in my mouth… Down my throat. It rammed up into my tonsils and then I heard Mark snicker.

I stopped, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No," Mark laughed. "You can't deep-throat a bent dick in this position."

He started to pull up his pants and straddled the log. Mark sat down and then laid back to get comfortable. I looked at his form casting so many shadows from the fire behind me. He held his thin, long cock by it's base and pointed up to the stars. He asked me to kneel at his right side and I did. He told me try again, but this time from the side. He explained that the shape of his penis makes it difficult to deep-throat any other way.

I didn't really know what deep-throating was, but I got the idea real fast. I reached my hand out and took a hold of Mark's jutting cock. I pushed it down toward his feet and looked at the pattern of veins that wrapped around it. There were so many that it looked like a road map of little feint blue roads. Then I observed a large, blueish-green tube which ran from the base of his cock up alongside the curve before disappearing into his circumcision line. I began to tremble as I leaned down to part my lips with his velvety dickhead, still leaking precum.

I thought to myself… You can do this! I commenced with the head-bobbing and begun taking more and more of Mark's veiny prick in my mouth. I was ready to try getting that monster down my throat. I slowed my pace and pushed my lips further and further down his shaft. I felt his cockhead lodge into my throat. I pulled back again and took a breath before forcing his prick back into my head cavity. This time, when it reached the back of my throat there was a slight pop. The head of Mark's penis had pushed past my tonsils and was against my epiglottis. I retracted again and repeated the motion. Every time I felt his prick force its way into my gullet, I would gag for a moment and then I could feel my dick jut about. Over and over again, I shoved my head down, driving that boner into my throat and pushing my nose into his curly pubes. It felt so good.

It felt so right.

"Malachi, you got to stop," Mark warned.

I lifted my head, "Why? Was I doing it wrong?"

He shot back, "Hell no! That was good… A little too good. I was getting close… You know?"

I smiled and inquired, "It was that good?"

Mark simply smiled and sat up on the log. He hunched over to make himself eye-level with me. He reached down with one hand and took a hold my cock. With his other hand, he raised it to my forehead and brushed down, closing my eyes. Then I could feel the warmth of his face inching closer till his lips pressed up against mine.