Holiday sexcapades Pt1; The Belgian Boy by S.J.H.B.

The sensation of one cupped hand massaging my balls whist I was being licked from base to tip as well as the other hand encouraging the erotic assault by tickling and soothing at the same time whenever it could find a gap was incredible. Suddenly, he stopped stroking me but before I could open an eye to see why, my cock was engulfed with the warmth and wetness only felt when a mouth takes in your cock. Seeing his head bobbing up and down right there in front of me made my cock start to pulse and throb. I started rocking my hips in motion with his sucking and bobbing, gently face-fucking him.

My balls were slapping against his chin as he tried to stay afloat in the water. He could tell I was almost there as his pace quickened. I could see the motion of my cock inside his mouth as it pressed against his cheek and I could feel his gentle nibbling and sucking pulsating its way up and down, up and down again and again and again. I could feel the top of his mouth with the end of my cock and as he took more and more in as I was getting closer and closer I felt his tongue swirling around my shaft which my now was about to explode. With one ultimate thrust down his throat, there was an explosion!

Rope after rope of warm, sticky, boyish cum must have been lining the back of his throat and he wasn’t expecting there to be that much as his eyes widened and he continued to jerk his head up and down more furiously then before though. He wasn’t wasting a drop as his lips squeezed every last drop from the length of my shaft and licked all around my bellend to enjoy the sweet taste of young cum. As he pulled off he opened his mouth to reveal a reservoir of gooey, pearly cum swishing around as if it were mouth wash. With one big gulp he swallowed the lot to reveal only the faintest trace of boy juices lining his lips which he liked clean, savouring the taste.

With that, he began to slip further into the water and as he turned to swim away, he simply said
“635” and with that he was gone. So I was sat there with my cock out, watching him glide elegantly back to shore, wandering hopefully that 635 was his room number. And that we’d both have some time again with each other tonight. As it turns out, I didn’t have anything to worry about and I had everything to look forward to…

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