“There’s no such thing as a bad blowjob,” Steve replied. “You know what you like so just follow your instincts.” Steve looked down at me and I saw him grin. It was snarky and beautiful. His eyes were dark and swimming with desire. “Just, no biting.”
I laughed. “Got it.” I leaned in, inhaling his masculine scent. It didn’t smell the same as a dripping wet sexually excited pussy, but I liked it. Opening my mouth I tentatively placed my lips on the head of him. His pole was firm. It twitched as my mouth engulfed the head. I could taste flesh and precum. I slid lower. As my tongue swirled I got a taste of new flavors. My palette liked it. I slid lower. The feel of a hard cock in my mouth was sheer heaven. I kneaded his balls, rolling them in my hand. I could feel his testicles inside the scrotum. Their hard roundness had drawn up tighter to his center. They were firmer than before. Steve groaned, his hands clenching and unclenching with desire for more. I was rewarded for my efforts with another bit of precum on my questing hungry tongue.
Releasing his balls, I gripped his shaft, my fingers just shy of touching in a full circle around his girth, I marveled at the hardness coated in soft sliding skin. Experimentally I stroked up and down. The exterior skin of his dick slid up and down smoothly. Inside it the hard shaft. He was warm, hard, soft, manly. I slid another inch inside my mouth. I was about four inches down his length. I could feel the head of his dick pressing on the back of my throat where it curved. As I pulled back almost to the tip, I once more pushed forward. As his hard manhood slid in and out of my mouth he moaned in ecstasy. I took this as a good sign. Letting go of his cock I reached around and cupped the bottom of his ass. It was firm, muscular, hardened in a way no woman I had ever been with was.
I allowed his tip to slide out of my mouth as I stroked his butt and lower back. Looking up at this young Adonis I saw his mouth was partly open. Hs eyes closed. Every bone in his body appeared to be clenched. I now knew what women felt when they drove a man wild. The sheer power of controlling a man with sex. His skin was hot, his desire radiating pure heat. His dick twitched in front of my eyes.
Continuing to massage his muscular glutes, I once again took him into my mouth. I tried to take him farther in but my throat contracted and I almost gagged. Apparently deep throating took practice. I set up a rhythm, my mouth gliding down half his shaft and back up. It was everything I had ever thought and more.
Steve moaned. “Yessss,” he hissed. “God, suck it Brett.”
Encouraged I sped up. Gripping his ass I went to town, my head bobbing in and out of his crotch – his hard cock rocketing in and out of my mouth. I felt him tense. I knew he was close to cumming. Reaching back around I gripped his maleness and began jacking in time with my swallowing. His balls pulled up even farther, preparatory to loosing their load.
“Aarrrgggghhh. I’m gonna cum,” he gasped. “Christ!”
Steve pulled back. Did I want him to cum in my mouth? I wasn’t sure. The idea was intimidating. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to swallow another man’s load of sperm. Regretfully, I let his dick slide out of my mouth. One hand continued kneading his ass cheeks as the other jacked him up and down. My eyes were glued onto his dick. I couldn’t look away.
Suddenly he let out a loud groan. I felt his dick jerk. A stream of white erupted from the head of his dick, hitting me in the face. It was warm. Sticky. Another jet of cum shot out, splattering me around the nose and mouth. I could smell his essence. It was at once familiar and strange. As I continued to jack him, bringing my other hand around to grasp his balls, he sagged a bit, his knees going loose. More cum dribbled from his tip, running down to coat my fingers. As his firm member softened a bit, Steve relaxed visibly.
When he looked at me I saw some of the heat leave his eyes. I released him and looked wonderingly at my hand. It was coated with his spunk. I rolled some in my fingers. I brought my hand to my mouth and licked at it. The taste was interesting. My own dick jerked spasmodically. Noticing, Steve giggled.
“Well?” I queried, smiling.
“I’ve had better.” His grin took any sting from his statement. Steve laughed. “Like I said Brett, there’s no such thing as a bad blowjob. He raised his eyebrows. “Still, I could maybe give you a few pointers in the future… If you want.”
“I think I’d like that, I replied with a smile: Confirming what I had always known but not truly acknowledged. I was bisexual for sure and I wanted more. Besides, it is true: Guys do give the best head.
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