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The Blowjob
by Anonymous (1999)
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A guy describes how he gives head. (MM, oral)
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I knelt before him, my knees cushioned by the soft shag
carpet. He was utterly naked, his hard hairy body
completely open to my view and touch. His cock hung at
rest over his balls, pointing downward... down to my
eager and hungry mouth.
On my knees, in what was supposedly a subservient
position -- that of the cocksucker as opposed to the
cocksuckee -- I never felt more in control. On other
nights and in other situations we could be, and indeed
were, equals. As a lover, friend and partner I could
not ask for much more. Tonight, though, was different.
Tonight, while appearing to give myself utterly to him,
I would, in fact, be wallowing in self-indulgent lust.
Yesterday and tomorrow he was and would be my reason
for living. Tonight he was just a cock -- this cock --
now faintly stirring with life in response to my simply
kneeling before it and contemplating its beauty. It
really was beautiful, I noted, as I took the time to
examine it carefully.
The head was soft to the touch, the way no other part
of his body ever was. It did look like a helmet, with
the mouth-like slit where the spike or plume would be.
Now that tiny mouth was opening, speaking in small
droplets of clear, sticky pre-cum, that precious fluid
that prepared the way for the glories yet to come.
Around the edge of the head was the tender meaty ridge
that I so enjoyed nibbling on. It made a near perfect
ring, except for the break on the bottom. The break
formed an arrow seemingly molded into the flesh,
pointing at the fount of his manly nectar.
His shaft, now lengthening as his hot blood rushed to
engorge his tool, provided further visual delights.
First was the reddish pink ring that was part of the
head. A few teeth gently scraped along this surface at
just the right moment could produce the most
interesting reactions. It was very tender and always
deserved to be treated with the utmost in tender loving
care.
Beneath that was a dark brown ring that marked where
his foreskin had been cut off. There are some who
prefer their cocks uncut, but not me. An uncut penis is
like a theater before the houselights go down and the
curtain has gone up. The fleshy pole before me instead
seemed like a solo star turn, with all the footlights
and spotlights geared to emphasizing this one point
onstage.
Still lower was the pink flesh which led to the rest of
his body. Even here there were signs of erotic delights
to be followed, such as the dark, curly pubic hair
which reached out to surround this magnificent member,
like vines around a mighty tree.
His dark triangle was like a private garden. It had a
fountain, it had tangled undergrowth, it had two
boulders which offered unique vantage points, and it
had paths leading away from the garden that held the
promise of other exotic delights that might yet be
discovered. Right now I examined those moss covered
boulders, the wrinkled, hairy sac which contained his
balls. Even as I watched they were manufacturing that
hot cream that I would eventually allow him to shoot
down my throat. That, however, would be in good time.
Without my having touched him -- without having done
anything more than simply let my eyes dance through the
region of his groin -- he had become hard and aroused.
His flaccid dick had literally stretched itself out to
its full seven inches, and was now twitching in
anticipation of what I would do next.
Since my plan was to indulge each of my senses tonight,
what I did next was press my face into his crotch,
instantly becoming drunk from the heady scent of his
masculinity. The combination of sight and smell had
their desired effect. I no longer was content to be the
passive observer here. I wanted this cock, and I wanted
it now. It was time for action.
My hand reached for his scrotal pouch and gently hefted
it, as much for the feel as for a bit of misdirection.
As he focused his attention on his balls, I leaned
forward and -- quick as a whip -- darted out my tongue
to lick the quivering drop of pre-cum that had formed
at his cock-tip. He shuddered aloud, as much from the
surprise as from the sensation, and the sound of his
gasp added to my sensory enjoyment of the situation.
I let go of his balls, and grasped his fleshy piston at
the piston. Simultaneously this increased his
excitement as at last he got the firm contact that he
craved, while it also served to calm him down,
reminding him that tonight his sexually satisfaction
was a happy by-product, not the reason, for my actions.
I examined the stiff dick in my hand. The blue veins
literally pulsed with the blood that was forced into
his cock to create the hard firmness I loved so much.
Still holding it, I gently licked the underside of his
tool, savoring both the taste and near swoon that
welcomed my ministrations.
Crouching down between his muscular thighs, I opened my
mouth wide, to take his hot nuts into my mouth. Gently,
ever so gently, I sucked on them, spurring them on in
their production of manly juices. When my tongue
pressed up between them, spreading them apart, I was
afraid he was going to lose it right there. I
disengaged and pulled back, waiting for him to mentally
reset the hair trigger on pulsing weapon.
This teasing could have gone on for hours, and on other
nights it did. Then the purpose was to drive him wild
and having literally begging for release. When it came
-- when he came -- it was an awesome moment that sealed
the bond between us. Tonight, though, it was my
schedule we were adhering to, and now I wanted to take
that beautiful cock into my mouth and suck on it as if
my life depending on it. Which is exactly what I did.
First I pursed my lips into a tight ring so that every
millimeter of his dick-flesh would be tantalized by my
soft wet lips. When my nose was buried at its hairy
root, with his balls grazing my chin, I paused to drink
in the sensations of the moment.
The soft head of his dick grazed the roof of my mouth,
but I had long since learned how to suppress the gag
reflex that might have pushed it back. His long rod
pulsed on my tongue. I could literally taste the
changes in pressure as the blood coursed through his
pole. Some more pre-cum dribbled out and I could taste
it on the back of my tongue as slid across it and down
my throat.
Now I pulled back, exerting a gentle suction as I drew
my lips across his veiny member. Again I plunged
downward, exhilarated by the feeling of his cock
penetrating my face. I continued doing this until he
began rolling his hips and moving his stiff prick on
his own accord. I stopped my motion -- not to restrain
him, but in order to experience the sheer animal
sensation of having my face fucked. As he penetrated my
mouth, again and again, I kept my eyes open in order to
fully drink in the moment.
My tongue flicked the slick underside of his dick as
his fucking motions increased. I took his hands and
placed them on the back of my head. This served not
only to steady his balance, but to encompass me in his
urgent need. As he thrust his crotch into my face,
impaling me with his erection, his hands pulled my head
inward towards the boiling cream that was rising up
from his balls.
I reached out and grabbed his ass cheeks, my fingers
probing for that secret hole where my own stiffness
would be buried later that evening. That penetrating
finger pressed the final button for his orgasm. All in
an instant he clamped down on my finger, pushed my face
so deeply into his crotch that I could count the
individual pubic hairs, and thrust upward in a final
motion that symbolized for me the joy and the
excitement that is fucking.
The world came to a standstill, as he teetered on the
precipice. I could feel that moment of indecision,
where he could pull back in hopes of achieving still
greater heights, or go ahead into glorious free fall.
He fell, and his cock began shooting forth like a
geyser.
As there is a moment of indecision in fucking, so is
there one in cock-sucking -- to swallow or not to
swallow. I always opt to swallow, which was fortunate
since I was so position that my choice was reduced to
swallowing or foregoing breathing. His dick was
sheathed so deeply in my mouth that the first two shots
missed my tongue entirely and went directly down my
throat. Then, as he relaxed slightly and leaned back,
the remaining nectar poured out onto my tongue, where I
could enjoy its salty, manly essence.
Such was the intensity of the moment that we remain
locked together in this fashion for several minutes,
long enough for me to drain him dry, and finally return
his now flaccid tool to the state where I had
originally found it.
When I finally rose from the floor, my head was
swimming from the indescribably ecstasies of achieving
the perfect blow job. In reducing himself, for just a
while, to the stiff cock that I needed for this
fantasy, he had given me a great gift. How could I ever
show my gratitude and devotion for this present? One
look into his eyes gave me the answer.
Tomorrow night would be my turn!
The End
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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