He Blew Me, I Blew Him

Looking me in the eye, he spoke in the soft coo of a wanting whisper, “Do it.”

“Do what?” I asked as if he weren’t clear.

Grabbing my left hand with his right hand, guiding it towards his thigh; he pressed my hand firmly into the area between his crotch and knee on his inner thigh; rubbing my hand against his thigh, gradually going higher, until my I could feel the heat of his crotch on my hand. Near, so near. I swallowed hard, I was certain my swallow audible. Two long years of crushing on him, a few months knowing he was gay, my head was spinning. He’d made the first move; my turn to do the rest.

With the little bit of courage I had at that moment, my hand circled on his thigh, going higher on its own accord. He looked me in the eyes once again; those big brown orbs bore into me. I read them like a book: need—want—excitement. My hand lightly rested a-top his bulging crotch. His pulse registered through the layer of dark denim; the pants tight, wrestling his growing erection into submission.

I didn’t know what next to do. I was nervous, this was my first time doing anything with ANYONE. Part of me, the part not controlled by my dick, wanted to run. The other part, of which previously spoken, wanted nothing more than to give his dick a good yank.

I went, of course, with the ‘other’ part of me, and I gave his dick, instead of a yank, a feathery touch through his jeans. This, I followed, with a few more strokes—each harder and asserting of the want I think we both felt. He responded with a sparse moan, and I, I responded with a firmer grasp on his dick, at least that which his denim jeans would provide.

“Can we, uh, take the pants off?” I asked,

He didn’t reply vocally, he instead, removed his jeans with a slick gesture. Now all that stood betwixt his, mouthwatering, dick was a skimpy pair of worn Hanes’ boxer-briefs, and I was not nearly ready to give up the challenge. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of the briefs, and yanked them confidently towards his knees, hearing as I did this, a plop as his cock sprung from its confinement and landed full speed on his toned abdomen.

I resumed stroking, now with renewed vigor and ultimate confidence in the task. I stroked his dick in long, luxuriating pulls. He rebutted with soft moans and grunts, and I replied with slower, longer and a firmer grasp as I pulled his cock from his body in smooth, rhythmic motions. The whole process was steamy, and to heighten his high I decided to do something different after a few minutes of wanking. I drew my mouth closer his huge cock, I could smell that aroma. The aroma of freshly washed, purely masculine essence of big penis.

If my cock hadn't been fully aroused before, it was now, and I desperately wanted him to touch me as I had touched him, though, I knew he’d be willing to follow my lead in the giving of oral gratification. My dick in his mouth, as his was in mine, was the ultimate goal I had in mind as I spun myself ‘round and pushed my dick in his face. He did as expected and took into his mouth, my cock. I could feel the coarse roughness of his tongue as it grinded into the up most sensitive portion of my dick, the head. I moaned, though muffled by his cock now lodging itself within my throat. He moaned, my cock muffling his moans in the same fashion, the vibrations swelled around my cock and further massaged it as his teeth grated ever so gently on my cock flesh.

Though he was the first to have been acted upon, it was I who came first; there was something about him sucking my dick, that was just such an arousing thought that I could have probably gotten off with just a mere moments worth of touches, but this—his mouth, was so better. When I came, he nearly did choke on my load. I’d wager it was large, I can’t quite remember it as I was more concerned with worshipping his cock. I do, though, remember him pulling off an gasping for air as I continued sucking him. His cock, embedding deep within my mouth and throat, let off a spurt of precum—further lubricating the area. Though, I was soon to realize that this was merely a warning of the impending, the inevitable, the riveting - orgasm.

He came, his cock sending a gusher of his load into my throat and spilling from my mouth as I pulled off slightly to avoid choking. I did manage, though, to choke a little. His hot, creamy load dribbled from my chin falling onto the surface beneath us. I swallowed quickly, at least as quickly as I could, in ill-fated attempts to drain the creamy fluid from my mouth to avoid further spillage. I had swallowed nearly all of his load, and I continued sucking his cock. After a few bobs, it grew apparent that his cock was too sensitive for this, and his hands grabbed hold my ears and gently guided my off.

And that, was the best oral sex I've had, and have given.

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