Breakfast In Bed

Iím interested how my sexual tastes continue to change over the years. Itís not to say that they 'mature', but they go around in cycles. When I first starting having sex, I was into fucking, bigtime. Then, that gradually changed to getting fucked, then sucking, and now, having enjoyed a long period of liking someone to give me a blowjob mostly, Iím finding I fantasize more and more about whistling on a big juicy joint. The fantasy, and reality, is best in bed, with my lover. There is a moment, early in the morning, when weíre between awake and sleep, when the attack starts. I pull the covers up over my head, and smell our bodies warm from the night.

Then snuggling up, like a kid playing under sheets when I was young, I find his body. I canít quite see it, but I can feel the hair on his belly with my lips, and diving down lower, I can find his huge boner lying up to his bellybutton. He pretends to sleep as I peel back the foreskin a bit with my lips, and nibble around the head. Itís a wonderful feeling to suck on it while it gets harder and harder in your mouth, throbbing and bobbing gently of itís own will while he moans gently, as though asleep. Licking the thick head, just in the rim between the shaft and the head, making him squirm, and tasting a bit of the salty flavor, and inhaling the aroma of the sex we had the previous evening.

Once the head is wet enough from licking, I proceed to put more and more of it in my mouth, rubbing the head against the roof of my mouth while my tongue whirls around it, wetting and sucking it as though my life depended on it. Iím rewarded by it getting even harder, reaching almost itís full 10" length, and I snuggle up more, lying with my chest against his hairy belly, and my mouth and throat poised at the best possible angle to start to try to swallow the huge hairy piece. I push my head further forward, to the moment when I know I canít breathe anymore. The head is lodged completely in the back of my mouth, Iíve gotten just a bit more than halfway down the shaft.

Thatís usually the point when I feel his meaty hands on my head, guiding it gently but firmly further down on his cock. Relaxing completely, and opening my jaws as widely as possible, thatís the point when I feel it slide completely in my throat. Within a few bobs of my head, Iím down so far, my mouth so far open, that my lips are pressed against his abdomen. Itís a fantastic sensation, to feel like youíve literally swallowed part of someone, to be plugged so deeply, and knowing that the cock is so absolutely enormous that most people just choke. I can only hold my breath and swallow-massage the bat so long, then concentrating on the flavor and the smell of his crotch, pull back a bit.

The preparations are complete, so now I can longdick my own face down on his cock, huge movements pummeling my mouth and throat, at each stroke feeling again my lips against his crotch with almost bruising intensity. Heís no longer pretending to sleep, but wide away, writing under my oral attack, when feeling him get even steely harder, I pull back. Thatís the point when I start polishing his hairy shaft, sucking and nibbling on it very gently, and crawling deeper in bed, go to work on his hairy ballsack. He reaches down, and grabbing my bearded jaw, pulls me back, and aims his cock into my mouth again, and shoves an acrid bottle of poppers in my nose. My head pops with the opening sensation, and now with my spit and tears freely flowing, and my snot, itís the point when I get frantic, wanting to completely fill my mouth with not only his cock, but also his balls, my own cock drilling a hole in the bed with my hardon.

Iím really slamming down on it, almost unconscious from the raw lust and mouth-pleasure, holding onto his squirming balls for leverage while he face-fucks me, holding my head for a moment as he gets near. I stop for a moment, trying to breathe. With both hands on his shaft, I start on the head again, quickly twisting my head back and forth while my lips are holding onto his cock with a heavy vacuum pressure, when he throws back the covers. Iím pulled forward, while he sits up, and with legs wide open gives me complete access to his crotch. His hair is flat with all my saliva, and he starts to stroke his shaft with one hand while I continue to lick and suck the head, pausing to push my face into his sweaty, hairy belly, and then lick the insides of his hairy thighs. My hands find his nipples, and he takes one, sucking on the fingers while I start again deep-dish sword-swallowing.

He suddenly holds my head, and pulls back. Itís been almost 20 minutes of serious cocksucking, and holding his cock absolutely still, he leans back, and an enormous fountain of hot cum jets up, all over his wet belly and chest. He is jacking off now, with both hands, and I add one of mine, squeezing the wet shaft while I bring myself off. My crotch, cock & shaft are completely soaked with my own precum, and within moments, since I had been more than ready for some time, I arch back, and my own spunk meets with his, all over his belly.

We fall together, silently, and somehow the covers work themselves back up over us again. Itís only 6am, and we're dead exhausted, though heís still hard as a rock. Sometime around 8am, I wake up again, feeling jake the snake hard against my chest again. I lick a finger, and run it around under the foreskin, as he groans. I slip under the covers.

written by jojo

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