The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11 - Sex Stories

The Adventures of Boipussy Pt. 11

... delicately held a beautiful penis in his mouth.

He looked up at Carlos. "Are you OK?"

Carlos's knees were trembling. "Might be better if I sat down."

Pete stood up and rescued a stray plastic chair from a corner of the room. "Here," he said, and his boyfriend sat down.

Pete kneeled before him. He stared at his boyfriend's erect dick, studying its veins, curves and ridges. He smelled it, inhaling its sweaty, masculine scent. He noticed a pearl of precum at the tip. He dipped his fingertip into it for a moment, watching the thick, viscous liquid cling to his skin.

Pete felt the music pummel his brain. He wanted nothing more than to impale his face on his boyfriend's cock, and then two hundred more, but somehow, he restrained himself. He put the thought out of his mind, focusing his entire concentration on his boyfriend's beautiful appendage. Cupping his balls in anticipation of what he'd soon be eating, he ran his tongue up and down the length of Carlos's shaft.

The room continued to shake with Hypnosissy's dark, satanic riffs.

Pete lovingly licked his boyfriend's sack while he continued stroking his wet shaft. "I love you," he whispered, looking up at him.

"I love you too," Carlos replied.

Pete tickled the head of his boyfriend's cock with his ...

... fingers while he slowly ran his tongue up and down the shaft. He heard Carlos's breathing become more irregular; the unmistakeable telltale sign.

Pete couldn't restrain himself any any longer. He buried Carlos's beautiful cock deep in his throat, and as his boyfriend's hips momentarily lifted up from the soft curve of the plastic chair, he felt him spray like a firehose.

Pete swallowed everything.

Moments later, they stood in the middle of the room, their arms around each other's waists and their tongues buried in each other's throats. Outside, Hypnosissy continued to wreak destruction.

"They've still got two or three songs to go," said Carlos. "Wanna go watch? I'm cool if you don't want to."

Pete smiled, taking his boyfriend's hand. "Come on."

As Hypnosissy's final song ended, Pete watched the loop of the ejaculating cock. It was so beautiful, so soothing; so hypnotic. He gripped Carlos's hand tight.

Bate room attendees anticipating an impromptu blowbang were disappointed, but safe in their hotel room later that night, Carlos returned the favour. After being teased for what felt like an eternity, Pete flooded Carlos's mouth. They kissed, sharing Pete's load between them.

Pete slept on his back, and Carlos draped an arm across his drummer's torso.