gay aldult story : The Fairytail of Sucking Cock
I absolutely love blowjobs. I love giving ultimate pleasure, seeing men enjoy it, and having control over the experience—sucking harder or softer, going deep, or teasing with my tongue over the glans. When they take control, thrusting until they can’t hold back anymore, and cum shoots uncontrollably into my mouth or on my face, it’s incredible.
But it starts with the location. It makes a big difference. Giving a blowjob is always hot, whether in the bedroom or on the couch at someone’s house. It gets even more exciting when you’re on your knees in some bushes, with the chance of being seen by a passerby. Or, like recently, quickly sucking off a married guy in a parking lot in his car, or in a filthy toilet at a gas station along the highway.
Then the roles come into play. As a giver, you’re actually submissive to the other person’s pleasure. Men I give blowjobs to are primarily focused on their own pleasure, and my warm mouth helps them with that. It always gives me a wonderfully “wrong” feeling, even after all the cocks I’ve sucked.
The visual aspect is also crucial. The moment you loosen his belt, with his crotch right in front of you, often a bulge is already visible. Then you open his pants, buttons or zipper, and pull them down a little further to reveal the next layer—his underwear. The way his cock hangs in them, stiff and waiting, often with the outline visible, so you already have an idea of his size. And then, when you take those pants down, sometimes he is semi-erect, hanging big over his balls—beautiful. Other times, it almost flaps against your face or mouth. That image is so hot when you’re on your knees.
Then comes the first touch. You cup his balls gently or immediately wrap your hand around his hard cock or between his legs behind his balls. Just that touch. Then you put your hand around it, pull his foreskin back, gently moving up and down. You hear his breathing change, and sometimes you can already see some moisture developing on the glans.
Eye contact is often underestimated but so important. Making and maintaining eye contact before or while bringing his cock to your mouth emphasizes the roles even more. He’s standing, looking down at you, and you look up, longingly, with a look that says, “Go ahead, just let it go, my mouth is for you, you’re always allowed to cum.” Then a little smile, and then…
The taste, every cock has its own taste. Sometimes just before it is hard, you lick it, semi-hard over his cockhead. You sometimes taste the salty residue of pee. Or a strong horny taste or smell. Then you know… you look at him and take him in your mouth, your warm mouth around his cock.
Then the sucking, the playing. Everything at once, overwhelming. the blowjob, my head goes up and down, but I also make love to his cock. I play with it, I tongue the head of his cock, I spit on it and then I slurp it down again. My saliva mixing with his precum, the taste. Eye contact, always. Then suck his cock deeply. Sometimes they want to hit your cheek with it… then back into the warmth… my mouth is wet. I massage his balls and continue blowing…wet, sometimes slurping, loudly but always with eye contact.
The climax, the endgame. His breathing changes again. Usually it slows down first because control is no longer there. The rhythm is gone, for a moment he looks at you, deep into your eyes and then his gaze tightens, because his brain translates what he sees. Me, with eyes that say go ahead, squirt. Then a grunt, sometimes a groan or sigh. At that moment you feel the first drops of thick precum on your tongue. You feel his balls tightening and the first spasm of his cock that causes his seed to shoot from his balls, through his shaft into your mouth, against the roof of your mouth, then I get greedy and suck harder… literally the cum out, and you feel your mouth filling up with his cum… your reward… his pleasure and your mouth is full of it. You swallow as he continues to jerk and you squirt… sometimes too much and it runs down your chin or the corners of your mouth, sometimes he withdraws from your mouth… then you feel it land on your face and drip. You enjoy the taste as you swallow the last remnants.
Then the end, the spell is broken, the fairy tale is over. I always feel like I’m Cinderella whose carriage and dress have been taken away. His cock becomes limp and hangs in front of you…usually still dripping some, which you lick off. The sparkle around your mouth due to daylight or a lamp, for me there is often something on my shirt. A kiss, often an awkward pat on the head or a quick greeting.
I wanna be Cinderella full time.
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