James wanted to learn to open and take Richard all the way down and to please, knowing how mind-blowing the experience had been for him in the past. He wanted to be able to give that to another and to be able to submit totally to the right other for their absolute pleasure. James eased back all the way again to regroup for the next deep-throated effort, and now kissed, sucked and licked that lovely glistening head. He did so slowly and firmly at first, rolling his tongue all over so as not to miss a single spot. He was encouraged by the way Richard moved appreciatively in response.
Up so close Richard’s penis seemed even bigger than its virile eight inches long. It was wide all down the length too with a head so thick that James imagined it struggling to pop inside him, past all those super-sensitive nerve endings. As much was James’ idea of heaven. As his tongue came around for another pass, that promising head shifted upwards as James got the tip just underneath again and slowly licked towards the ceiling. The feeling was better than licking the very best gelato on a languid Sydney summer day.
Just like that exercise, where once you’ve put your warm breath and tongue onto the head you have to keep licking ever faster to get all the slowly dripping goodness before it melts away, not wanting to miss a drop of the precious thick cream even if you have to rescue it from your lips, your chin, your fingers, and even your hands and chest, so James was quickly re-taken with a similar frenzy of licking faster and with more intensity with the same kinds of epicurean thoughts in mind.
James imagined Richard looking down on him once more and that turned him on even further. His lips were covered in sumptuous deep-red coloured lipstick. So he now kissed that head in matching slow, sensuous, sumptuous style, looking up seductively as he did so in order to ensure Richard had the best view and best experience he could deliver. As much must have looked incredibly erotic from his majesty’s perspective. He felt eroticism all through his body as he did it. From there he kept on using lips and tongue, circling around and around that shining ideal bulb, bathed in the feeling that the taste was a richer and more all-consuming flavour than the best ice cream.
To make things even better, instead of the creamy pleasure getting depleted and ending as the licks progressed, the licking was instead producing more to enjoy. For the future James imagined slipping a finger, or maybe even two, inside Richard’s inviting rear and working on his internal spot. He didn’t feel able to do that whilst he was still in training. Yet he imagined. Doing so could take things to a whole new level, as the constant drip and leak that it would promote could make this like a magical gelato which increased in creamy wonder the more attention it was given.
James’ reward for all his thoughtfulness, all his focus on his partner, and all the attention he payed to giving the maximum pleasure possible kept coming. He thought he could taste more of Richard dribbling out and never wanted it to end or for the supply to be depleted. But then again he still wanted him elsewhere as well. Maybe what he really needed was two Richards at once, attending to each of them simultaneously with each of his two pairs of lips. That could also be for more advanced play and in the future. Just one Dick and learning to attend to him well would more than do for now. His thoughts raced ahead once more.
James had waited forever to be fully and properly impaled until Richard’s penis was so deep and plowing into him so hard, that those gorgeous big testes were slamming against his own rear. He started to dream in earnest of having the hunger of his now-ravenous rear lips quelled. They were getting jealous of the lipstick-covered ones having all the fun. James hadn’t dared to touch himself yet but he was aching and straining so hard against his g-string women’s panties that he needed at least some release. He’d dressed up extra special for Richard’s total and absolute pleasure but it was also for his own.
Men’s underwear was often rough, poorly cut, and crushingly utilitarian to the point of a kind of dull greyness to match all the drab colours and designs it came in. James had been keenly impacted by what this made him feel like on the inside, as the opposite of the satisfaction and teaming life he felt inside of himself now. He’d spent much of a lifetime with own dreams and passions hidden and subdued. He dreamed grey, lived grey, and was far too grey. He desperately wanted to break out of crushing drabness in multiple directions.
Conventional men’s undergarments represented one part of a whole network of drab and suffocating constraint. By contrast these panties were snug-fitting, they stretched a little and curved over his own erogenous parts, and they felt luxurious. Each time he moved they slid across his front and rear in a way that reverberated through the rest of his body. It made him feel erotic and fantastic with each and every step. He’d walked around all day in them and a matching bra before Richard arrived. Having them on underneath helped to re-expand his world on the inside, before sucking cock definitively and forever dispelled his spiritual suffocation.
Over the top of this under-layer of beauty and close caressing, he’d dressed in complimentary sexy feminine attire to help get him in the mood even more. It had certainly worked with his own member now straining against delicate, sheer, and gorgeous deep red, black, and gold panties. The smooth fabric stroked and coaxed him out rather than holding him down and back. James now took his right hand back from Richard in order to use it for his own pleasure. He reached under his classy and bold green and black pleated knee length skirt, sitting over his beautiful leather knee-high fuck-me boots, and then lightly traced around the seam lines of those wondrous panties.
He moved his right hand over his own behind and under the rear string before caressing his rear cheeks. He gently rubbed and soothed his insatiable and impatient rear opening, as if to say don’t worry your time has just about come. He then slid his hand forwards over his front. James imagined Richard doing similar to him later and wished that he could be doing it now, but he was clearly in no state to help right in that moment. The feeling of then easing fabric aside and letting his own member escape, before lightly holding himself and pulling down to give himself much needed relief, was almost too much. Having let himself out with his right hand he almost came to the side of his lace, even as his left hand now pushed down the length of Richard to his base.
Somehow he held himself back through sheer force of will to make this last, even though he was excruciatingly close. James’ intoxication was now reaching new heights. In that moment and driven forwards by his own pleasure, he simultaneously managed to open his throat enough to get Richard just that bit further in and all the way down. What an incredible feeling that was. The feeling of that moment was one of triumphant joy. Inside his head James changed his language right then and there. This wasn’t a penis and testes he was enjoying with his mouth and throat impaled all the way down. What an ugly utilitarian way of imagining and experiencing it all.