Soon his fingers found my zipper and pulled it down. He reached in and I could feel his fingers now tracing and stroking my cock over my underwear.
He gently freed my cock from my pants and underwear and now, with his prize in his hands, he began stroking me in earnest. It was heavenly. It was forbidden and erotic as hell.
His fingertips teased the head of my cock and stroked lightly up and down the shaft. He went back again and again to that incredibly sensitive area just below the head of my cut cock, on the underside of the shaft. I could feel that he had wet his hand with spit. He rotated his fingertips and then his fist around the head, and just below it with just the right amount of pressure.
Before long, his weight lifted from beside me and I felt him kneeling between my legs, pushing them further apart to gain access. His lips sank over the head of my cock and his tongue worked me as his head began to bob up and down. The sensation was even more electric and I couldn’t help gasping at the feeling of his wet, warm mouth around my cock.
He alternated: long, slow strokes of his lips up and down the shaft of my cock, all the while using his tongue to further fire my nerve endings; he pulled his mouth almost off and sucked and licked the head of my cock. He circled the base of my cock with his thumb and first finger, making it even harder and holding it while he licked up and down the length, occasionally dipping down to lick my balls with his wet tongue — another new and delicious sensation for me.
The sensations were more than incredible. It was well beyond what I had expected, but I was still young and inexperienced and it seemed like less than a minute (and probably was) before my cock started shooting cum into his mouth. He began moaning, I was moaning, and I emptied myself down his throat. Joe kept sucking and tugging until I was completely drained and started to lose my stiffness.