Mouthfeel

It wasn’t the first time, or the second or even the third. We were well into it, probably dozens of times I’d leaned over with my breath hot on his cock, and stopped for that split second before sliding his prick deep into my mouth. And once again I get that thrill – when that split second moan starts as the wet heat of my mouth envelops him, and I peer up at an angle and yes, he’s got that look on his face again…the one that says I’m definitely doing something right, sheer pleasure is rapidly overtaking his features and my focus shifts once again back onto his cock. It’s how many times later and still getting hard in my mouth fills a craving for him.

When we’re apart he talks to me about it, telling me just how much he wants it and how he thinks about it, going from soft and warm to hard and throbbing deep in my throat. He texts me and mentions how he’s wet from anticipating the evening to come, how horny and hard he is thinking about what will happen and how far we’ll go.

Its not supposed to go quite like this but it does. Its years later, literally years, and i still hear that small twisted moan, that whimper, when I pull my lips away and leave him bobbing in the air as I suck on his balls. I have to say it’s a thrill for me as well, knowing the turn-on is still there, as much as it was the first time he unzipped his shorts and I dove face first into his crotch. God how I love to suck his cock.