Derby Dan's Dick - Sex Stories

Derby Dan's Dick

... reach my vocal cords as he sank to his knees before me, taking my jeans and boxers down with him. As he began licking my shaft with the hunger of a connoisseur, I stupidly wondered whether he would be offended if I messed up the stylish gelled spikes of his hair. Just in case, I rested my fingers lightly on his tanned shoulders and closed my eyes, forcing myself to just enjoy his expert blow job. His hands pulled at my hips, getting me to thrust deeper into his mouth, and pressure began building in my balls. This was not what I had been looking forward to since he’d sent me his first dick pic a month ago, though, so I pushed him gently away.

“Do you want to fuck me?” I asked, blushing at my directness, but my boiling hormones had somehow bypassed my usual shyness.

“Definitely!”

While I bent to rummage in my clothes, he produced a towel from the cupboard and spread it out on the bed, then sat on the edge, stroking his hardness. With the condom I'd been searching for at the ready, I crouched before him and seized his cock, tearing the packet open with my teeth in one smooth motion. That brief burst of confidence fizzled when I tried to put it on him, however, my fingertips failing to unroll the damn thing and my mouth refusing to ask for help, until I realised I had it on upside down.

Dan came to my rescue before my embarrassment got the better of me, steadying his shaft without a word so I could correct my mistake. In an effort to forget my blunder, I focused on ...

... the next step, popping open the cap of the tube of KY jelly I’d brought and then squeezing a dollop onto each palm. Meeting his eyes, I spread lube over his latex-encased length with one hand and started smearing more around my hole with the other, then pushed a single finger inside. Although the temptation of his firm flesh sliding through my fist and the increasing lust in his gaze tried to persuade me otherwise, experience playing alone told me I shouldn’t rush this part, so I waited until three digits fitted comfortably before deciding I was ready. Continuing to slowly slide those fingers in and out and stroking his rigid length, I stood and kissed him.

“Turn around,” he instructed, gently, when I seemed unsure about the next step. I obeyed, steadying myself on his parted knees and backing over his lap. Reaching between my legs, I guided his tip to my entrance while he gripped the base of his shaft, and I slowly pushed down. At first, it stung, so I came up again but kept trying, admitting more of him inside each time. A moan escaped my lips when my cheeks reached his thighs for the first time, his cock hitting the perfect depth.

Tentatively, I raised myself up, trying to judge it right so he wouldn’t slip out, and then sank down again. His hands moved to cup my cheeks, guiding my developing rhythm. My cock swung forgotten as the intense pleasure of his glans sliding back and forth over my prostate dominated my world. Soon, though, my thigh muscles began to burn, so ...