I had been chatting to the guy on another site and after the inevitable false starts we arranged to meet at my place. I had bathed, shaved and made sure everywhere was clean and accessible.
R turned up on time, looking just as his pictures on his profile. I closed the door, locking it, as we both knew we wanted no interruptions.
We agreed previously that we would retire to the comfort of the bedroom, where we unhurriedly undressed. I took in the sight of him in white french shorts, white stockings and suspenders. His erection all too clear behind the silk. I peeled down my boxers, my head catching the elastic and rebounding on my stomach, leaving a silvery trail of precincts between my japs and my belly.
We both admired the view and he leaned forward to kiss me, his lips surprisingly soft, but his probing tongue was far from soft.
We tumbled to the bed our hands everywhere. The feel of the silk on his buttock was amazingly smooth as was cupping his cock. He was leaking Previn too, the silk slightly darkening. I was wanking him through the material when he dipped his head, tongue snaking out to get at the wetness leaking from me. He offered me a taste, which was even more horny. He bobbed back down and his soft lips engulfed my head, an appreciative moan escaping his lips. Down he went, a little further, and back up, sucking my glans like it was never going to see light of day again. His mouth action was amazing but he couldn’t quite take it all. Even so, it felt fucking fantastic.
We manoevered round so we were 69 and his cock was tantalisingly close, behind the silk. I placed my mouth along his length, nibbling and licking, getting my hand up inside one of the legs to hold him as I kissed and sucked. Finally, I needed it in my mouth and pulled the waistband down, releasing his small but gorgeous cock, with a head so big it looked incongruous. My mouth engulfed him, my tongue caressing the opening, sucking and milking him, his whole cock now in my mouth, his mains urging me on.
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