Startled he pulled it out and answered, and I was left staring at his pocket, or should I say the bulge to the left of it. I couldn’t help myself, Ellie had planted the seed and now I had to admit I was curious. Whoever was on the other end of the phone didn’t seem very happy, Marc spoke with a calm voice, apologising profusely and promising the make it up to them. With a flustered expression and a shake of his head, he hung up the call, switched his phone to silent and turned his face towards me.
“That was my 6 o’clock appointment, she didn’t get my cancellation message” he said looking a little concerned, “is that because of me? You shouldn’t have agreed if you had work to do” I responded. “It’s fine, she was quite reasonable really, but it does mean I’ll have to give her a free session to make up for it. And I would much prefer to be here with you anyway” he looked at me, eyes burning into mine. It was my turn to blush, my lips suddenly dry, unconsciously running my tongue round them. “I hope I made it worth your while” I said in a whisper.
I hadn’t realised how close we had become, was I leaning in? or was he? I felt hesitation, I knew what was happening and it all seemed to be in slow motion as his hand moved up to cup the back of my head. Our lips met and my hand rested on his thick bicep. It felt totally different to Ellie. Suddenly I was the meek one as his extra height and bulk towered over me.
Without realising I parted my lips and his tongue immediately slid in, I was on autopilot, my body responding without my conscious thought. Our kiss deepened and his light stubble scraped and scratched as we moved in unison, I moaned as his other arm slipped round me pulling me in closer. My hand slid down to his chest and stomach, toned abs flexing beneath this t-shirt.
For the second time in as many days I was kissing someone passionately, having not done so for years. My mind was racing, I knew Marc was a guy, and so was I, did this make me gay? Did I care? Ellie wasn’t bothered, should I be? As these thoughts coursed over me, my hand moved lower down and came to rest on this thigh, feeling him flinch I hadn’t realised how close to his crotch I was.
We parted the kiss, and he looked at me with the brightest of smiles “that was absolutely worth it” he beamed and I leant back in to continue our embrace. I could not escape the vision Ellie had planted, the thought of what a real cock would look like up close, what it would feel like in my hands and what it would taste like in my mouth. I felt myself harden tucked in my panties, shit, I was so turned on.
Marc began to wander as well, his big hands roughly pawing at my top. My nipples instantly reacting and aching for his touch. I could no longer supress my moans, with Ellie it had been purposeful but delicate, but this was more insistent, more animalistic.
His hands meandered down further and panic began to rise, I did not want him to discover my secret, not here, alone in the woods, I wasn’t sure how he would react and I was in no way able to defend myself if he became angry. I needed to move his hands from there, I re-positioned them back to my chest and while it briefly entertained him they soon travelled south again.
I was also beginning to feel very uncomfortable in my shorts, they were too tight to contain my swelling member, and as well as I had tucked it, if things continued as they were it would be making a break for freedom in no time at all. Pulling away, breathing hard as we had hardly paused since his lips met mine. The solution came to me, all be it taking a leap of faith I wasn’t sure I was ready for yet. My hand travelled between his thighs, instantly resting on a very warm and very hard package.
“I really do need to make it up to you for missing your client, I hope you’ll accept my apology” I said with my best puppy dog eyes, my cam girl persona coming on with a vengeance. He looked startled as my hand stroked and rubbed at his crotch before relaxing a little as I continued my ministrations.
He shifted slightly and his bulge rose even more in my hand, bringing his arm down he rested it on my knee before starting to slide up, his touch directly on my smooth skin was delectable but I knew where he was going and had to stop him. Swiftly moving I pivoted, kneeled between his legs and pushed them apart.
The outline of his dick now clearly on display and the faintest of damp patches visible from the tip, I reached up to his waist band and went to pull them down. He lifted slightly and gradually as his shorts and boxers began to slide down, a well-kept patch of hair before his member was eventually revealed in all its glory.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this, my mind was conflicted, but my desires won out, Ellies whispers echoing through my head, I had to at least try, how else would I know. With his shorts round his ankles everything was on show for me. He was immaculately presented, hair trimmed and smooth below, my trembling hands moved to grasp it around the base.
He wasn’t enormous, maybe a little longer than my own, seven inches or so, but definitely thicker and as I pulled his foreskin back it revealed a large angry looking mushroom head with a bead of precum already spilling out. Once again I licked my lips, looking up at his face as Ellie had done to me only the night before.
I extended my tongue, my first taste of cock that wasn’t my own. It immediately felt different, the spongy texture, the heat and the pulse of another person beating through its length. Next my lips made contact and I opened wide just as I had done with Biggie’s dildo, if I managed to take most of that length this shouldn’t be any trouble I thought.
In my mind I imagined there were cameras, that this was just another show, that I had to do this for my fan’s approval, but as Marc’s moan echoed through the trees I was brought back to the reality that I was alone with another guy, edging his swollen meat further into my mouth. All the practice with my toys was paying off as I felt no discomfort as his gland made contact with the back of my throat. I slid off with a pop savouring the new musky taste, the sweat from our run not deterring me from returning it to my mouth.
Marc gasped as I pushed further this time, my throat accepting the intruder and my tonsils contracting around his helmet. A rush of pleasure rode through my body. I could feel my own trapped penis surge with energy. If sucking a dildo could turn me on, this was cranking me up to eleven.
I moaned, the vibrations causing Marc to follow, for a few moments I simply repeated my motions, pulling off and stroking with my hand before sucking all the way back down. Each time he bumped into the back of my throat the same immense reward of pleasure coursed through me. I could feel the beginnings of my own climax even without touching myself and judging by the noises my partner was making he wasn’t far behind either.
With each thrust down my gullet I edged closer to the peak. The sudden realisation that I would cum in my shorts, and even though I’d already done so today, being this worked up I knew it would be a significant load. I couldn’t risk soiling myself and having to run all the way home wet and sticky.
I continued the motions on Marc cock, and I could feel him begin to tense up, I didn’t have long before he was going to cum and with my free hand I managed to release my trapped member. The cool air wrapping round it, suddenly released a long string of precum flowed from my tip.
Steadying myself I grasped Marc’s balls with one hand, started pumping vigorously with the other and kept my mouth tightly sealed around his head, my tongue lashing at the underside in the way I knew I loved doing on my own.
Marc’s eyes were wide, his breathing ragged and course, “I’m… your… I can’t hold on much longer… you’re going to make me cum” he said with stammering breaths. “Give it to me” I hissed and sunk all the way down his length. His balls tightened and his meat expanded in my throat. As the first splash cascaded out it triggered a chain reaction, sparks firing from my throat, down my spine, igniting that ball of white light and initiating my own orgasm.
I hadn’t laid a single finger on my own cock and it just began to spew load after load out onto the forest floor, I swallowed automatically, barely able to register the taste as it was so deep. I pulled back, still pumping with my hands, eking out every last drop onto my tongue.
I could now taste his essence, and while not as pleasant as my own, it felt every bit as rewarding. My own now softening dick still dripping as waves of my own orgasm began to subside. I cleaned his tool, marvelling at how it went from being so hard and angry to soft and relaxed.
Marc was still breathing hard, and I was too. This had been so intense and I never in my wildest dreams would have thought that I could cum just from giving head, I had an inkling after the way Biggies dildo felt down my throat, but this was so much more. Ellie was right, a real one was so much better, not least feeling responsible for making someone else cum was the maximum power trip, especially a big strong guy like Marc.
While he caught his breath I gently suckled on his now soft cock, licking it clean and buying myself time while I clumsily tucked my own limp dick back inside my panties. It wasn’t quite as neat as I would usually, but under the circumstances it would do. I rose unsteadily to my feet, pulling his shorts back up so he wouldn’t look down at the mess I’d made.
He chuckled, and pointed to a spot on my leg, looking down a long string of cum gently making its way down to my knee, the rest making a sizeable pool spattered under the felled tree out of his view. I scooped it up and brought it to my mouth, I instantly knew it was mine and not his, I had a delectable sweetness that couldn’t be matched. He looked at me dough eyed “I can’t believe you did that” he stated, “well I wouldn’t want to go to all that effort and then waste it” I replied grinning mischievously.
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