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Working Out Doctor

... his skin was soon forgotten. Our lips opened and our tongues started tasting each other, twirling playfully in and out of the mouths. As Dave’s hands dropped to my ass cheeks, further pressing our erections together, mine were roaming his back; we were both moaning and trying not to choke under the waterfall enveloping us. Kissing another man was definitely pleasing, but I longed for some cock. Breaking the kiss and the embrace, I got on my knees and found myself level with Dave’s penis. It was beautiful: drenched with water, the vein-streaked foreskin was still covering most of the head, where only the slit was visible. The shaft was slightly bobbing up and down, water running along it and down to the perfectly shaved balls, that made an exquisite contrast to the hairy crotch in the back. Fascinated, with my eyes glued to it, I took hold of the gorgeous member and uncovered the head pulling the foreskin down; then, I pushed it up, watching the skin move back over the mushroom. The cock felt hard, but pliable at the same time and I kept stroking it for a while, until lust got the better of me: I unsheathed the head for one last time, leaned towards it, parted my lips and took Dave’s dick into my mouth. As strange as it may seems, I was disappointed; due to my decades-long wanking history and the recent experience with Dave, I knew how a cock should taste and smell; now, however, the shower was watering the flavour down to nothing and also washing away any precum I could have ...

... sucked. I made a mental note for the future, and found comfort in the fact that at least I had a cock in my mouth. Oblivious to my thoughts, Dave had started swinging his hips back and forth, slowly fucking my mouth: I could hear his loud moans punctuated now and then by a few “Oh, Bob” and “Yeah, babe.” My disappointment soon forgotten, I set myself to give him pleasure and getting excited in the process. I put my hands on his butt cheeks, and pulled him closer and deeper into my mouth. Alternately pulling and letting him back, I drove the rhythm of the blowjob, at the same time increasing his sensations with the swirling of my tongue and a great deal of dense saliva to help him slide inside me. Suddenly, as moans turned to gasps, Dave warned me of his impending orgasm. “I’m about to cum, Bob!” Curiosity and excitement dictated that I let him cum into my mouth. On the other hand, his warning meant that he was willing to give me a choice. As I was getting ready for his shot, I recalled the several times I had cummed on my own face and mouth, tasting the awful tang of my sperm and I chickened out. I quickly grabbed Dave’s shaft and rested it against my chest as the first warm streak of cum burst out of it. I looked up to see my lover raise his head and grunt in pleasure, and kept wanking his cock as it kept unloading on me. Turned on by his orgasm, still curious about the taste, I let go of his cock only to wrap my lips around its head and get a sample of it, which I hated to ...