“Hi, I’m Kurt,” he said as he started kissing my lower legs. “Nice to meet you, Keenan.”
The stroke of his beard touching my skin made me want to rocket through the roof. I loved his sensual touch, for he didn’t need to provide a huge effort and caused goosebumps throughout my body. He questioned why I loved being with an older, bigger man like himself and this was the answer, for the sensuality in these instances was unmatched to me. His face brushed against my lower, right inner thigh while his big hands cupped my breasts, and he let his thumbs slap my nipples back and forth while he went for the gusto by putting his tongue on my tip before closing his lips on it.
“Kurt,” I whimpered once I felt his warm mouth massaging my tool, taking it with ease down his throat by sliding his skull down the shaft.
Kurt backed up his stance with a stout oral game as he slowly pulled on my pickle. My balls tensed up more as he was going down on me completely, and me getting a glimpse of his scalp before he’d come back up to the tip, repeating over and over.
“Aw fuck, Kurt. Didn’t expect this,” I whimpered.
“What? Me sucking this big, black dick? Guess I may just have to come to Tidewater after all,” he told me before he licked my left nut. “Balls smell delicious by the way.”
“You didn’t want me to shave,” I asked.
“Absolutely not. Love a hairy set of nuts,” he said to me.
I could attest my scent to the soap I used, as well as watching what I brought into my body despite being such a big boy. He rewarded me by spending extra time letting his tongue curl against the outer skin of my cum pouch, just teasing it while I rubbed my nipples and leaked precum for him to ingest.
“You got syrup coming out of that cock,” he asked as he licked the tip.
He’d ask himself why it took so long to taste me.
“I just knew you were too ample to open your legs for me,” he said before he went back to kissing my balls.
“Well, are you disappointed,” I asked as I lost my breath again.
“Absolutely not,” he said before tugging the right nut with his lips.
He’d take the right ball in his mouth, then moved to the left one as now he had the pair on his tongue. I couldn’t stop moaning as it wasn’t just the orgasm, but the moment of connection forged since Kurt paid attention to my profile and delivered accordingly. He let out deep groans that would drown out my moaning, and the more he clamped on them, the louder I became as he couldn’t do any wrong in his placement of delight. He managed to use his long tongue to tease my taint while sucking me, and I commenced stroking this dick as I felt the need to unload.
“Pull it to the limit,” he mumbled, as he literally squeezed my balls even tighter, and yanked them slightly enough to where I couldn’t move, not because of any pain, but because it felt so fucking good.
I even screamed at one point as he hit the maximum extent it seemed until he let my balls go. Kurt was certainly a man of conviction with having me in his mouth. He looked up at me, as he had a gaze of seriousness and determination as he continued growling, and I closed my eyes to stroke harder and faster as I was getting close.
“Bust it, son,” I heard him whisper.
I was once again screaming and he’d swat my hand as he was just in time to catch my sweet milk as he called it, by wrapping his bearded mouth around my tip. He’d push his head down completely as I wiggled side to side, yet he didn’t miss a drop.
“Mmmmm, you should’ve warned me,” he said, but I couldn’t, for we were too caught up in the moment.
I felt like I pushed a gallon of sperm out of me after I finished, my body spent afterwards. He kissed my thighs, then whispered a “thank you” to me.
“Clean yourself up. I’m taking you to dinner later, then a tour of the campus,” he said.
He’d get closer to my face as we shared a smooch, then he headed out as he needed to get back to work.
“I meant what I said. Six o’clock, just throw on something comfortable so we can grab a bite and get better acquainted,” he stated before rushing out of the house.
We’d do dinner and Kurt perceived to drink me dry at every chance he got, for I witnessed two milestones: Virginia Tech winning its first home game quite handily, and me giving six, seven spurts of cum to my driven friend in Kurt.
I was glad I was relentless in pursuit, and thankful Jay didn’t join me on this, and other trips to Blacksburg.