I Finally Got The Courage (Ch 4) - Sex Stories

I Finally Got The Courage (Ch 4)

... lips and allowed his tongue to explore my mouth.

In concert, we began to moan and exchange spittle.

Mike ran his warm hand over my upper chest, lightly pinching each nipple. It felt fantastic, but I wanted more. With my left hand, I encircled his wrist and directed his roaming fingers downward and under the waistband of my shorts. With my right hand, I prepared to release what I hoped would be his Kraken. As it turned out, that wasn't necessary. His man-monster was so long and so erect, that at least four inches were already sneaking out below the hem of his cargo shorts.

I used my index finger to harvest a large drop of precum dangling down from his slit. While locking eyes with him, I licked the digit, then sucked it into my mouth.

Mike took the hint. He extracted his hand from inside my shorts and stood. He shimmied out of his pants and kicked them aside.

I leaned to the right and placed my hand on his left ass cheek and drew him closer to my face.

Mike’s cock was beyond beautiful. It was at least nine inches long, still semi-flaccid. Although its girth was commensurate with its length, it wasn't “I can't fit it in my mouth” wide. Mike had manscaped the base of his behemoth, scrotum and taint; leaving a two-inch circle of curly brown pubes as a landing strip (or more rightly, helipad).

I pivoted my legs around so I could face directly Mike’s meat and so that I could use both hands to maximal advantage.

I cupped my left hand into the shape of a ...

... hotdog bun and held its contents horizontally. There were two inches of wiener exposed on either end.

Mike clearly needed servicing. He inched forward and placed his right hand on the back of my head. I responded to his non-verbal communication by allowing his purple plum to slip through my lips and into my hungry mouth.

I bobbed my head and ran my tongue in small circles on the sensitive area just below his flair. He began to moan. I could have brought him to orgasm in one or two minutes; but I wanted more, much more of his cock.

I kept my tongue in contact with the underside of his shaft, but pulled his fruit from my mouth. Holding his cock vertically against his belly, I ran my tongue ultra slowly up and down the shaft from his flair to the front of his ball sack. By tilting my head slightly, I could see his closed eyes and his teeth biting his lower lip.

I licked farther down onto his scrotum and tried to suck one of his kiwi-sized nuts into my mouth. There was no way I could open my mouth wide enough.

I went on to plan B. I pulled his ball sack up and ran my tongue into his taint and back. He moaned, so I repeated his taint stimulation.

I was getting a crick in my neck, so I shifted back to his pecker. I licked my way across his stones to the base of his cock, then up the shaft. When I got to the head, I welcomed it back into my warm mouth once again.

I knew Mike needed to shoot and I coveted his spew; so I got to work. I gripped his organ about three ...