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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I slowed after a while, I’d never realised how much effort it took to keep sucking away on a cock. At which point he made it clear he wanted to try. I jumped up and we swapped places. I laid down as he knelt between my legs.
He looked at my stiff cock them up at me as if waiting for the green light or something, I just grinned at him and that seemed to do the trick. He took hold of my cock and started to wank me and as his hand slid down my shaft, he took my bell end into his mouth and started to suck. The physical sensation was nothing new to me but the mental effect of watching a guy eagerly sucking my knob had my brain doing backflips!
Pretty soon I was relaxing into it, breathing hard and moaning again, gently easing my hips up to meet his mouth and running my hand through his trendy 90’s his hair, (long on top and short round the sides, curtains!). It stuck me how enthusiastic he was, far more than most of the girls I’d been with and that was as much a turn on as anything else.
I laid there enjoying receiving the attention for a while but eventually I wanted some more input, I waited for one of his glances up at my face and mouthed the magic number, 69.
He didn’t need asking twice and jumped up off the bed to reposition himself, which wasn’t easy on a single bed, but not impossible.
Soon we were clamped together, frantically sucking each other like there was no tomorrow. Awkwardly switching positions, him on top, me on top, side by side, it didn’t seem to matter, we just kept sucking and groping and writhing around on the bed as best we could while trying not to roll off the edge, (almost did once!).
I don’t know how long we played for, what with everything that had happened that night plus the alcohol, my head was a fuzz and in no state to assess time but at some point my mate’s body stiffened up, I knew that meant one thing and that thought brought my mind into sharp focus. All the fun and incredible sensations I was experiencing with this guy and his body but I hadn’t thought about the inevitable conclusion, for the first time that evening I thought, “no”. I panicked, I just couldn’t deal with him cumming in my mouth. I pulled my face away just in time as his moans turned to grunts and I wanked his raging cock , his hips bucked, fucking my gripping hand and he exploded his swollen cock sprayed a big thick load of spunk over my chest and his stomach. With the distraction of sucking him gone, my mate’s enthusiastic efforts on me had a greater effect and I suddenly felt myself getting close. Given what had gone through my mind I wanted to warn him and in between moans I said I was gonna cum, I was sure he heard me but he didn’t react, not negatively anyway, he just kept going, even faster, like he’d committed to it. Soon enough his greedy sucking and my thrusting hips had the desired effect and accompanied by moans groans, grunts and gasps of, “oh fuck!” I came, really hard, in his mouth, one, two shots then a third.
As the fog cleared from my brain, I was laid on my back taking slow deep breaths, my mate was on his back too, opposite way round to me, staring at the ceiling. As we lay there, cocks now soft and satisfied and caught each other’s glance, the only words we could exchange were, “fucking hell mate!”
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