When he returned, we drank our drinks and he asked for a ride home, as his friends who brought him had left earlier. I told him I was on a bike, pointing to my motorcycle, and he giggled, “Oh my God, I’ve never ridden on a big Harley before. This sounds like the beginning of an adventure.”
I gave Kylie my only helmet and when I started my bike, he was visibly startled as it was so loud. He fumbled to strap it on his head correctly, so I had to do it for him. It as like putting an infant in a child’s car seat, he seemed so helpless. Instead of being embarrassed, he seemed to relish my attention in buckling him up. When he straddled the bike behind me, he pressed his groin deep into my ass, wiggling and scooting even closer into me until he was satisfied. He actually wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, well not exactly my waist, more like my lap, dangerously below my belt. I followed his directions and drove him to an apartment complex.
When I parked my bike, he seemed reluctant to remove his grip from my lap. His hands lingered for a while until he seemed to give me an affectionate hug before dismounting.
“Paul, would you be up for another drink? I don’t have any beer, but I know I have some wine. I would love to thank you properly for the ride home and the drink you bought me.” he almost pleaded.
I smiled to myself, thinking this might be playing out in some fashion as I hoped. Maybe there would be a blow job from him at the end of the rainbow. Hoping he was thinking the same thing too, I followed him upstairs.
His doorstep to his apartment had a mat with the “LGBTQ” flag emblazoned on it. Pretty bold I thought. Once inside, I immediately noticed his apartment was decorated more brazenly than even I thought it could be. Lots of art hung on the walls. Pictures of naked men and male couples. A few statues of nude men scattered about here and there and some fresh flowers in a vase. There was even a book on the table with the title, “Are You Man Enough To Be A Fag?” If I was gay, I would have been too embarrassed to even buy that book, much less leave it on my coffee table for any guest to see.
I kind of admired that in this kid. That he had the balls to be what he wanted to be and obviously didn’t give a fuck if anyone liked it or not. Definitely full blown out of the closet. Good for him I thought.
As I was standing in his living room, Kylie brought me a glass of white wine, and if I thought his choice in decorating was a bold statement, what he did next floored me. Kylie just dropped to his knees on the carpet, right in front of me and took his shirt off.
He stared up at me, gauging my reaction and said, “I’m gonna suck your dick Paul. I’m gonna suck it so good for you. You know you want me to. Please get undressed and sit down on the couch and relax. Let me thank you properly.”
I had been hoping this was gonna happen and I was ready for it. By the time I got my boots, socks, pants and underwear off, I already had a full erection. My 7 1/2″ cut cock was standing up proudly from my lap.
Sitting down into the couch, as I was unbuttoning my shirt, Kylie just said, “Oh Daddy, you got a nice big fat one. I just knew you would. I’m gonna enjoy this.” he purred. “Paul, just relax and go with it. I don’t expect any reciprocation. You just lean back and let me suck your big hard cock so good for you.”
Who could argue with that? Finally getting my shirt off so I was now completely naked, I just leaned back waiting for him to start sucking my hard cock.
“Paul, I just have to get this bathing suit off, I hope that doesn’t bother you. My hard dick is so cramped up in this tight bathing suit and I firmly believe that when someone sucks your cock, they should be naked. Also it makes me feel so exquisitely submissive, which I really like. Again, don’t worry about it, I’m not expecting any return of my favor on your part. This is all about pleasing you. So just relax and let me make you feel good.” Kylie said so obediently.
I was totally surprised when I saw his cock. It was actually as big as, or even bigger than mine. I’m guessing it was at least 8″s long and it also possessed some considerable girth, again thicker than mine I estimated. His cock was also rock hard as it bounced up and down when he knelt back down between my knees.
As he leaned forward and wrapped those over sized plump lips around my swollen cock head, he was so gentle. He nursed so softly and deliberately on my head cock as he seemed to relish this moment. I just leaned back and enjoyed his oral manipulations as those plump lips skillfully sucked on my cock. Kylie, with his eyes glazed over with passion, just stared lustfully straight into my eyes as he feasted on my cock.
This boy knew exactly how to suck a cock. He really did. He knew how to treat a man’s cock. The first thing I thought of was, I wish I could get him to teach the women I know how to suck a dick? Knowing that could never happen, I just relaxed and watched him expertly swallow my cock a little deeper. Kylie didn’t rush anything. I could tell he wanted to savor this moment. It was hard to tell which one of us was actually enjoying this more, as he seemed to revel in the moment of having my hard cock in his mouth. This was definitely the most passionate sucking I had ever received.
He must have suckled on my cock for at least 10 minutes, before he released the shaft from his warm velvety mouth. My cock stood proud and erect as he just devoured it with his eyes for a few moments. He then put his lips on the side of my shaft, way down at the very base and slurped and slobbered back up my shaft enjoying the rigidity and heft of my tool. When he got back to the tip, he enveloped in his greedy mouth again and polished it with his tongue. The way he sucked so hard on the tip while massaging it with his tongue was euphoric.
I was starting to feel that all too familiar itchiness in my balls. That feeling where you just know that once it grabs, there’s no stopping your orgasm. It started to tingle deep in my balls and crept up towards my cock. I tried to suppress it. I wanted this to last longer as it felt so fucking good, but that feeling was getting too intense. Kylie must have felt my legs begin to tremble as he suddenly swallowed my entire cock to the root.
In one swift, deft motion, he plunged his esophagus down and my entire cock effortlessly went into his throat. He moaned and hummed extremely loud and deeply on my cock causing these heavy vocal vibrations that added to my cock’s stimulation. Kylie went up and then down to the root of my cock methodically and insatiably. Over and over the friction of his tight throat on my cock head pushed me over the limit until I had no chance to resist it anymore. My legs trembled spasmodically as I fought it, trying to savor every second as I bit my lower lip and exploded my first volley deep into his esophagus.
The first spurt, it was a deep, heavy, voluminous ejaculate of a semen that gushed out. I usually squirt about 6 or 7 blasts when I cum and I’m sure the first one was positively massive. Kylie moaned louder as he gulped it down deep into his stomach. I could actually see his slender neck expand slightly each time my cock plunged deep into his throat. His neck distended and bulged from my girth, but true to his word, he did not gag, not even a bit. No choking, no sputtering and no whining. This little twink’s throat didn’t know the meaning of the word gag. He used his throat like a masturbation sleeve, coaxing all he could from my cock. Like the little slut he was, he ingested one spurt after another.