I stared at it as I stroked him, wondering what was underneath, but wanting to make him wait. Avoiding looking at his eyes, I focused on the shape of his cock through the fabric as I rubbed slowly up and down his length, cupping his balls with the other hand. His moans pushed me further, finally reaching for the waistband of his boxers. My elbows straddled his thighs as my finger slid under the waistband and peeled them down.
His foreskin covered his head, except for a tiny pink tip that peeked out of the darker skin. As I peeled the boxers off, his hips raised, allowing me to take them past his ass, before backing up to allow his knees to close. I gazed at his dark engorged cock. He was completely shaved; balls, bush and all. When the underwear cleared his feet, I tossed them and pushed his knees apart.
Once I moved back between his legs, my armpits touched his thighs as I gripped his boner. I pulled back the foreskin, revealing a dark pink, elongated mushroom head, contrasted against his black foreskin. The head was glistening with pre-cum as his scent shot a jolt of electricity from my nostrils to my balls. As I stroked, I watched his head pop out of its foreskin blanket and then retreat on the upstroke. It was my first real look at an uncut cock. Unfortunately, the one at the theater went almost directly to my mouth.
The intensity of the unrelenting throb between my legs increased with each stroke of his hot, hard, blanketed pole. It was surreal, feeling the silken sheath of skin stretch and retract as I pumped his shaft. It was bigger than Markus’ and Malik’s, and similar to my size. Part of me wanted to press my boner against his to compare. My left hand moved to caress his balls as my right squeezed and pumped him slowly.
“Fuck,” he sighed. “So glad you’ve agreed, Ken. This could be the start of an amazing friendship. Oh, yes.”
Each time the dark pink, glistening head slipped out, I wanted to take it in my mouth. But I was determined to make him earn it. Instead, I leaned in and ran my flattened tongue on the underside of his balls. Each sniff sent another tingling jolt through my cockhead, causing an uncontrolled whimper or groan. His hairless skin allowed me to feel every wrinkle of his sack and taste his salty musky flavor.
report “That’s so good. You love Black dick, I can tell. My fiancé won’t do that, unless I shower first. But Ken likes sweaty Black balls,” he taunted, and I couldn’t stop a groan of agreement.
My cock was so hard, and the relentless throbbing pushed me to keep going. His cock was as hard as mine, and I was the reason why. I licked him firmly with my pace quickening, feeling his hot, rock-hard shaft beneath the silky warm foreskin as I stoked him. My boner touched my belly, as I leaned forward, licking the crease between his balls and inner thigh, whimpering as his flavor intensified.
My whole lower body tingled from the intense wave of pleasure emanating from my oozing cockhead, while I tongued every inch of his balls. When my tongue pressed up between his balls, I rolled my head and gently sucked his left nut into my mouth, looking up to see his eyes close as he moaned with pleasure. Then I moved to the right one before rising up and licking all the way up his shaft and back down with a quick, firm lick.
“Hah! Ah!” he grunted, as I began to lick harder and faster up and down his length, measuring the size and girth of his eight-inch cock.
His excitement drove me faster, licking wildly up and down his shaft, front and sides, then back to his balls, lapping at them before racing back to his tip. I pressed my flattened tongue against his sensitive tip, wiggling his cock against it, then licking back down to his balls while I stroked him with my hand.
“Oh fuck, Ken!” he gasped, almost in disbelief.
His eyes opened and he looked down at me. Inexplicably, with my tongue ravaging his cock, looking him in the eye was not only acceptable, but excited me even more. I moved mercilessly at a crazy speed, picturing the most ravenous porn slut and trying to best her.
His groans were more and more desperate, feeding my need to satisfy his iron cock. I plunged his cockhead into my mouth as I pushed the foreskin down with my hand. His moan was loud and frantic. I swirled my tongue and bobbed, jacking him off as I pulled up, then pressed my tongue against the tip and let his foreskin roll over it as I pulled it back over his cockhead. It was such a strange sensation, I repeated it several times, feeling his skin blanket my tongue as I slowly wiggled it against him.
“Holy fuck Ken, damn!” he grunted.
And I lunged him deeply, bobbing hard and fast, pushing him as deeply as I could, with a firm grip on his steel heat. I sucked harder, plunging faster and deeper, his groans driving me on.
His pre-cum leaked as I sensed he was close. and quickly returned to licking his shaft, not ready to let him cum. I was panting like an animal, licking hungrily up and down his length, lapping his balls and sucking them again. Next, I returned to the ravenous licks before plunging him back into my throat. Saliva coated my hand, along with his cock and balls.
I squeezed his shaft, pulling his foreskin up as I moved to his tip, plunging my fist back down to his pelvis until my lips touched my hand and his head entered my throat. I repeated it over, and over until he was on the verge again.
This time, before I could release him and move back to his shaft and balls, he grunted and jerked, releasing the first blast of hot cum into my mouth. I had mis-timed it just a bit but was ready for the payoff. I hummed and nodded, as jet after jet blasted into my mouth, and I continued to suck and bob, as his warm cream flooded my taste buds with his bittersweet flavor.
I swallowed eagerly and gradually slowed my pace as his balls emptied. I continued to hum and eventually slowed to a snail’s pace, sucking and pulling out to the tip, squeezing my lips on his shaft to milk him of every last drop.
Then he pulled me off, and smiled, “Wow Ken, just wow. Stand up,” he said calmly, but was still breathing heavily. He stood up with me and stepped closer, naked, except for his unbuttoned shirt. I was totally nude with an aching, oozing, raging hard-on. Again, with our faces close together, I avoided eye contact. I just sucked his cock until he came in my mouth, but the thought that he might try to kiss me crossed a line in my mind that I was not ready to cross.
As his hand gripped my cock, I groaned with a sudden hope that he would return the favor. I quickly found myself humping his hand as he very slowly stroked my boner.
“Easy Ken, I decide when you come, understood?” he said with a grin.
“Yes Sir, Calvin,” I replied, with a whimper and held still.
“Good, I want to make sure we have an understanding,” he continued, as I thought I might come already and groaned.
“You’re my cocksucker now, Ken, agreed?”
“Yes Sir, Calvin,” I said, trembling as his thumb pressed against the cleft of my cockhead and began rubbing while my pre-cum lubed my tip. “Oh!” I squeaked.