Caden&Nicolas - Part 3 - Truths - Sex Stories

Caden&Nicolas - Part 3 - Truths

... everything that is Nicolas James Earnhart. And it’s when he pulls back, lets up on my with his mouth and tucks on my foreskin until it surrounds my head…it’s when his tongue darts into the new cave and circles my head and my skin closes over his tongue that I can feel my cock swell, can feel the first strand of precum escape as a glaze over his tongue, can feel my body tightening. “I’m gonna cum,” I snarl, nicely, at him and he stops. Just like that. “Not yet,” he says. “Turn around.” “Why?” “Turn around,” he says again, ignoring my question. I do as he says. “Hug the tree.” “Babe.” “Hug. The. Tree.” And I do, and he wraps his arms around my waste and pulls me out and upward. He presses down on the small of my back until I have my back arched up towards him. I try to look back, want to see him when he penetrates me. At least, that’s what he’s going to do, right? He kneels back down, spreads my cheeks as wide as he can then spits square into my hole the best he can. He plays with it a moment like he had the first night, does his best to finger me as he leans down, presses his nose into the bottom of my ass, his mouth landing just on the bottom of my scrotum as he kisses me there, plays with my balls, tries to eat away at my flesh. I’ve never felt something like this before, never thought I ever would have, but then it turns into complete, heavenly bliss when he suddenly has his mouth between my ass cheeks, his tongue doing what it has to do to savor the flavor of my ass. ...

... Suddenly he’s turned rabid and he takes special measure to kiss me like I’ve never been kissed before between fingering me. It’s almost more than I can take and I find myself thrusting my hips against his as if he were actually fucking me. Caden buries his face into my ass one last time, digs into me with his tongue and shake his face a little. I groan and push out onto him before he pulls away and stands up. “I can’t do it anymore,” he says, licking his lip as if he’s eaten the best damn thing in his life. “I wanna cum.” “Me too,” I say and we hold each other as we fall to the earth. On our sides we press our noses together, stare into each other’s eyes, and grabs the other’s cock. I stroke him as fast I can, his hand chases back and forth on my shaft as if a ricocheting bullet between two metal walls. I can’t breathe, and neither can he, and before we realize what’s happening I’m shooting on his dick the second he shoots onto me. The essence of our lives intertwine into one sticky mess between our bodies. And then without a moment’s notice he’s pushed me down on my back, and slides down between my legs. My cum-covered member stands erect still, pulsating from the orgasm, getting ready to die down when he sucks me back into his mouth. He pulls away several times as our sperm collects on his lips and chin, and giggles when I squirm beneath his touch. And I’m waiting for him to let up when suddenly I feel another orgasm erupt in my body and I don’t have any time to warn him before ...