Small delicate fingers probe tentatively into the dark mass of hair at the base of my penis, it cannot help but stir hopefully at this light touch.
He lowers his beautiful plump red lips toward my crotch kneeling on the floor between my spread legs, my pants around my ankles my t-shirt pulled halfway up my chest to expose my belly I lean back on the couch, half-prone. He grasps my cock firmly at the base darts his tongue into the tube of my foreskin, licking at the rapidly swelling head that is hidden there.
I moan, move my hips, undulating slowly, running my fingers through the wild mass of brown curls topping his head as his lips close on the head of my cock...
He sucks, hard, running his tongue along the bottom of my penis he pulls the rapidly expanding length into his mouth. His small fingers squeeze my balls, rolling them around in their sack as his head begins to bob rhythmicly his mouth sliding wetly up and down the stiff length of my cock, coating it with his saliva.
Slurping noisily breathing loudly through his nose he opens his throat and drives his head down into my crotch as the head of my penis slides past his soft palate and into his esophagus.
I groan loudly as I feel the wet warmth of his throat around me I cannot help but thrust eagerly as his nose brushes my bush I cannot help but hump into his face once! twice! three times!
He pulls his mouth away from my crotch my penis dancing stiffly straining towards the warm wet ecstasy waiting in his throat. He gulps a lungful of air and gamely dives back down on my cock, rubbing it around his face, sucking it into his mouth and down his throat, rolling the head around with his tongue as his small hands expertly slide my foreskin away his teeth graze lightly over the sensitive ridge he sucks and pulls and sucks, first one ball, then back to my cock, then the other ball, over and over until I am moaning and thrusting my hips at his face twisting in a delicious agonizing exitement as his mouth continues pleasuring me until I can take no more.
Semen spills from the end of my cock and he laps it eagerly swallowing quickly drinking it down; his lips are wet with my ejaculate, a small trickle dribbles down his chin as I pull my softening prick from between his gorgeous red lips.
I stroke a rough weather-worn hand in his curls and he gazes up shyly searching my eyes for approval. He is always so eager to please, so unsure of his ability to pleasure me even with the evidence of his talent filling his young belly and dribbling off his chin. I smile warmly at the small boy kneeling between my legs possessively petting my limp wet prick. He smiles back, too shy to speak.
"Your mother will be home soon," I tell him.
I watch his slim buttocks moving lithely under his clothes as he scampers off to get ready for bed, and I sit for a while, pants around my ankles, slowly stroking myself as I contemplate the possibilities.