Shooting My Shot – Pt. 04 by ulrichlyoko94
Join the captivating journey in 'Shooting My Shot - Pt. 04,' a thrilling gay erotic sex story that explores desire, passion, and intimacy. Dive into the steamy encounters and emotional connections that unfold in this irresistible installment. Perfect for fans of LGBTQ+ romance and erotic fiction!<br/>
As I spun around, my heart leapt into my throat, but when I met his gaze and saw he was looking into my eyes first, I calmed down.
Then he got to take all of me in – my 6′ lean form leading to my rigid-as-steel cock, which is sticking straight out at him. I see him stare at my dick and it pulses once. He smiles. Then he takes his hand and lightly pushes it down so he can watch it bounce back up to attention.
He whispers, “Very nice! And you’re so wet for me, it’s running down your leg a little! How cute.”
Mortified, I glance down to see that he’s right, there is some precum trailing down my leg, but then I stand tall and say, “I told you. This is my fantasy, I’m ready for it.”
“Awesome!,” he says as he rises to his feet again.
“On your knees,” he commands. I obey and am staring right at his bulge, hidden only by a button and fly. I know better than to take it upon myself to unfasten his pants, so I eagerly await his next move. After all, serving in obedience is what I asked for! Damn is he delivering on his promises.
He looks down at me and says, “Ok. Hands stay down at your sides. I want you to undo my pants and strip me bare using only your mouth.”
Challenge *fucking* accepted.
I immediately move my mouth as close to the button as I can. The one button separating me from seeing my #1 celebrity crush completely naked for me to feast on. I stick out my tongue to get a feel for where the button is exactly since I can’t see it with my mouth there. I find it easily enough as I’m greeted by the copper-y taste of the metal. I part my lips more and attempt to catch my teeth on either side of it so I can pull it undone. That doesn’t work, but I lean into him even more during the attempt and get to feel his building arousal against my face. He smells amazing, too – that same scent from earlier finding me. I wonder if it’s cologne or something laundry related. Yeah, let’s think about this now *eye roll* – get to it and strip this man!
On my second try, I think of a new idea. I try to get my tongue through the hole that secures the button so I can pull it up and over. I succeed in threading my tongue through. I hook it upwards and lift with everything I have. I think I’ve failed when I move back slightly, but I actually did manage to get the fabric over the top rim of the button! I bob right back in and grip the waistband above the button with my teeth and pull down, allowing the button to slip through. Then, it’s easy enough to get his zipper down and his pants around his ankles. I use my chin to secure them so he can step out of them.
As he does, my face ends up looking right at his feet and up at his legs – toned calves being one of my biggest turn ons. I’ve thought it before, and I’ll think it again, but this man is sheer perfection. His feet are clearly pedicured and have me second guessing if I have a foot fetish. I don’t, I have a HIM fetish. Everything about him is intoxicating. The calves that I’d love to rub up against are glorious, lightly muscled and tan. I throw caution to the wind and pepper some kisses along his lower legs. Instead of yelling at me for doing something of my own accord, he lightly chuckles and mumbles an “mmm” sound.
“Not that I’m not enjoying that, but don’t you want to expose another part before getting into it?”
Yes. Yes, I fucking do.
I’m back on my knees in seconds and staring at his bulge through his boxer briefs. I believe his dick is straining against them because it kind of looks half hard – unable to fully dilate due to way the boxers are constricting it. I glance up as if to ask for how he’d like me to proceed. He just nods. So, I dive back in.
I shudder as I’m practically face-to-dick with the thinnest layer of soft black cotton the only thing between us. I feel his dick react to my shudder and my restraint breaks a little. I stick my tongue out and start to lick the head of his cock through the material. He *almost* gives in to the moment – closing his eyes and rocking back on his heels a bit – but then he takes a step back.
“Oh, I know you want it, baby, but you gotta get these boxers off first! You can do it.”
I audibly gulp, nod, and get back to it. I set my face just between his belly button and waistband, saying hello to a very thin happy trail and scar cutting across some of his abdomen. Even that’s sexy… why do I have it so bad for this dude?
I don’t notice that my dick’s opened like a spigot until he lightly nudges it with a toe, playing with the leaking fluid. I swear, I almost lose it right then and there, literal seconds from busting all over his foot and the floor, but I don’t. Instead, I stick my tongue out and lick across his abdomen, slowly lowering my tongue until it’s gliding along his waistband. Then, I dip my tongue below it, snag my teeth on it, and pull. His boxers fall to the floor and his magnificent cock slowly engorges, reacting to it’s exposure. At it’s height, it reaches a good 7-8 inches. He’s manscaped and his dick extends out perfectly. It’s got good girth and length with the skin exactly matching the rest of him, though it is turning slightly red/purple due to his arousal.
He kicks the boxers off, takes a step back, and puts his hand on his chin.
“Everything you’d hoped?,” he asks.
I shake my head. “So. Much. More.”
He smirks and comes closer again as I eye his straining cock and find a little bead of precum right at the tip. I lick my lips and look up at him, silently begging for permission. He nods and says, “You’ve earned it, good boy.”
That’s all I need. I stick out my tongue to lap at his precum and then start to suck the tip. I increase suction on it while I run my tongue across his piss slit, back and forth. I make an “mmm” sound and he moans, the vibration of my noise enhancing his pleasure.
He reaches down and grazes my chin. “Come up here,” he instructs.
I scramble to my feet and we’re once again face to face. He grabs the length of my dick and squeezes. I nearly crumble back to my knees but just moan in response. He moves his hand a bit and says, “This thing. Your cock… this isn’t all about it. I’m going to connect with your fucking soul.” His eyes pierce mine and then his dominance breaks for a second. He leans his head back and squints. Then he asks, “Kiss Me? Please?”
Please? He’s asking me? What the?
and mid-thought I throw my own nonsense out the window, grab his face, and give him the most sensual, earth-shaking kiss of my life. Almost as soon as I do, his dominance slides back into place and he’s claiming my mouth with his tongue. I could do this all day and literally forget about orgasming. This is everything. This is so beyond what I thought would occur.
Then, he pulls back and places his hand over my heart. “Oh, it’s racing and we’ve barely begun. I can’t wait to blow your mind.” He used his thumb and pointer to tweak my nipple and then kneels down, taking my cock in his mouth.
I barely register what he’s doing before the sensation takes over as he glides his tongue along my length, sucking and stroking. I touch his shoulders to get his attention. “Wait, if you keep doing that, I’m gonna…”