Tyler and the Dancefloor - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Tyler and the Dancefloor - Part 2

... his cock has leaked. I run my tongue over the damp spot, before grabbing the waste band, and slowly... very slowly ... easing his boxers down. I can sense Tyler's anticipation as his cock is slowly revealed to me for the first time. He is completely shaved, including the balls. It throbs and sways gently, the veins pulsing along the entire shaft. It glistens slightly from the pre cum which has rubbed onto it. I grab his cock by the base and squeeze it firmly. Tyler gasps. I run my hand right along the shaft, squeezing along the length. A large drop of clear liquid is emerges from the tip. “Ohhhh.” His moan is barely audible as I lick the head of his cock, tasting his pre-cum. I swirl my tongue around the head, occasionally licking his hole. With my right hand I begin to jerk his shaft. “ Fuck , that's good.” He puts his hand on the back of my head and I feel a gentle pressure excreted there. Knowing what he wants, I take him all the way down. The suddenness of my movement causes Tyler to convulse. His cock twitches and causes me to gag slightly as it hits my throat, but I recover quickly. I begin taking him in and out of my throat, pulling back until his cock is almost out of my mouth, allowing my tongue to swirl around the head, before taking him all the way down again. I cup his balls in my hand, gently massaging them. I savour the combination of his soft balls and hard cock as I deep-throat him. I move my free hand between my own legs. I don't need to touch my cock to ...

... know that it is like a stick of porcelain. Instead of grabbing my cock, I place a finger lightly against my ass-hole and begin to apply pressure in circles. This is why I squat rather than kneel when giving a blowjob; it allows me to play with my ass. I take Tyler's cock out of my mouth, and kiss along the shaft. I take one of his balls in my mouth and suck it, enjoying the slightly salty taste of sweat. I apply firmer pressure to my ass-hole, and my finger slips inside. I thrust my finger in and out of my ass. I experimentally touch my prostate. A jolt of pleasure surges through my cock. I let out a grunt. Better leave that alone for now. I don't wanna end up shooting a load right here. I continue fingering my ass, keeping away from my prostate. I feel it loosening, ready to take him. My tongue returns to Tyler's pulsating shaft, before taking the head in my mouth and sucking on it as hard as I can. I again squeeze the length of his shaft, and another drop of pre cum leaks into my mouth. “Wait, baby,” he says, “I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that.” He pulls his cock out of my mouth, and stands me up. He puts his hand around my waste and pulls me close. Our cocks touch. “Where do you keep the lubricant?” he asks with a smile. “In there,” I say, pointing at my bedside table, “within easy reach, for those horny morning alone!” He squeezes my ass before rubbing a finger down the crack, harder this time than he did in the taxi. His finger stops against my hole and I grind against ...