I began to whimper-moan as his tongue began to dive into me in short powerful oscillations and his hand jerked me off at the same time. His lingual dedications in my ass and his manual dedications to my cock weakened my legs at one point so that both of my hands stretched upward and grabbed the showerhead to steady myself again.
Sire suddenly stood up behind me, leaving my asshole in a very pleasured and very wet state. This was the second time he had done this: he did something extremely erotic to me but stopped before I erupted glee all over the shower. He was keeping me in a dizzingly horny state. Luckily for me, one erotic act led to the next erotic act.
I closed my eyes as he kissed me under the hot stream of water, his avuncular handsome face bearing down on his hunt. I opened my lips for his obdurate tongue and he invaded my mouth with his lingual tool. I didn’t care that his tongue had just been inside my ass. For an experience this erotic, I’d taste ass every time. Our tongues snaked against each other as I slowly turned my body around toward him, my hands letting go of the showerhead and sliding along his broad shoulders.
His right hand never left my hip and his left hand never left the back of my neck as I turned fully around while kissing him.
Our cocks came into contact. I still hadn’t seen his gargantuan because my eyes were still closed during this hot rapturous kiss, but it sworded against mine, obviously more massive.
My arms extended around his broad shoulders as he pulled my face even closer to him with the hand he had at the back of my neck.
Our chests in contact, we made out under the steamy vapors and hot water, our tongues and dicks wrestling against our counterparts, his hands containing me in a sensitive embrace.
He was so much bigger than me. He was so much larger than me. He was such a good kisser.
His hand at the back of my neck tickled along my spine until it rested against my ass. Now both of his hands wondered freely along my hips and ass as my hands feebly held his shoulders. His strong hands slowly kneaded my ass, the after-sensation of his tonguing still present in the giddiness of my body. The spray from the showerhead kept us both hot and wet throughout.
Sire broke our kiss and took a step back from me. As the shower spray continued to splash me in hot water, Sire beheld the body of his new triumph below him: a gay virgin half his age. One of Sire’s hands slowly slid along my jaw, his fingers leaving goosebumps along my skin.
I wanted to see it. I wanted to see it. My eyes wondered downward, from Sire’s muscled chest to his toned abs and then to his cock.
Oh. My. God.
He was huge. He was porno huge. He was fully erect in front of me, some precum already slick along his length. A single large vein snaked along his length. I could see his behemoth oscillate slightly in time with his heartbeat. His immensity was girthy and huge.
I wished I had a cock like that. Now the inexplicable confidence that Sire displayed in the cafeteria made more sense. Now all the metaphors to bikes made more sense. If I had a cock like this, I’d probably hit on everyone I wanted to fuck too.
I was suddenly very scared. Jesus Christ, he was big. I didn’t know what I would do if he tried to fuck me. There was no way it was going to fit.
“Jesus Christ,” I whispered, staring down at his fuckrod with unblinking open eyes, my hands up at my sides in surprise.
“I’ll be gentle,” Sire whispered back as the palm of one of his hands caressed my cheek.
“Oh my god,” I slowly whispered again, still in a daze before his manwreaker. The hot water from the showerhead continued to spray against my back as I stood there, in rapturous awe.
“If you want, I’ll let you play with it,” Sire said calmly and then chortled at his own joke.
Sire leaned down and kissed my nipples once each in turn and then licked down my chest to my navel. He stuck his tongue into my belly button and then knelt before me, his head level with my hard on.
I was 23 years old and this 46 year old man was going down on me. As his hot wet mouth enveloped my cock, one of his hands sidled up my chest and then to my face, extending a finger into my mouth, his other hand wrapping around my waist and grabbing my ass. Two of his fingers slipped between my lips and I began to suck on them as he began to suck on me.
report His two fingers slid over my tongue and into the depths of my mouth. My tongue lapped against his slowly oscillating fingers, presaging future events. Sire was training my mouth on his fingers.
This wasn’t the first time someone had gone down on me. This wasn’t even the first time a 40-year old had gone down on me. But it was the first time that a man went down on me. Both of my hands drifted down to his head enveloping my cock and my fingers weakly snaked through his hair as he made me feel very very good. His tongue snaked along my cock as his mouth slowly oscillated along my length.
I moaned loudly. He was good. He was very good. He was better than my girlfriend. He was better than a lot of my girlfriends.
It was probably the eroticism of the moment, but the suction was amazing. Sire knew how to suck a guy off. I was getting very horny very quickly.
Sire’s hand grasping my ass sidled along my asscrack until two of his fingers slid to my already stimulated pucker. His index finger again slowly circumambulated around my asshole in powerful strokes, evoking more pleasurable moans from his lover half his age. I slowly danced my hips slightly forward and back as he continued to simultaneously suck me and finger me.
Soon Sire’s finger slipped into my asshole. I moaned again and my whole body tremored as this man twice my age lodged his digit inside me up to his knuckle. Nobody had ever blew me while fingering my ass before. It was good. It was so good. It was too good. I was young and this experienced man knew how to get a young man to spew. Almost as soon as Sire’s finger was inside me, I could feel the onset of orgasm splash through my youthful body.
The fingers of my hands in Sire’s hair gripped his head strongly as I began to moan in loud wonton waves, each louder than the next. Sire stopped oscillating his hot wet mouth up and down my cock and just enveloped almost my whole cock on his mouth, nearly deep throating me as I began to cum.
I moaned loudly through the initial stages of orgasm, unloading spasm after spasm of cum inside Sire’s willing mouth. He never left me; he stayed on me; he swallowed all of me. This was impressive because I came a lot. This was a monster orgasm. This was the first orgasm of the night and it was voluminous.
After I stopped spasming orgasm, Sire stood up to his full height in our shower. He towered over me as I saw his throat swallow down my essence.
After gulping and breathing out loudly, Sire stared down at me.
“You’re supposed to tell your partner when you’re about to cum,” Sire chided me, smiling in such a way that indicated that he wasn’t mad or annoyed.
“Im, I’m sorry. You’re just, you’re just really good at blowjobs,” I replied between gaspy breaths like a landed fish. I was still coming down from an intense orgasm, one of the best of my life.