Silver heat - Sex Stories

Silver heat

... define that happiness with only one word. Lance. I watched the sun fairly pop into view. I assumed this performance could only be seen at sea. There was no sun, and suddenly there was. It mimicked creation. In a period of only minutes, the glowing orb had emerged from the sea to rule the day and banish the night. Lance moaned lightly beside me and I turned to see if he had awakened. He lay there looking like any hero I had ever imagined. His fine form looked strong yet graceful, even in sl**p. His penis lay along the inside of his thigh. Even in a flaccid state, it was ominous, even somewhat frightening, long and thick and heavy looking, dark and secret, covered by its (oops. Lance had said his cock was him, not it). Covered, concealed by his sleek dark foreskin. I could not stop my hand from reaching to touch him. He was so smooth, like a soft velvet sl**ping cobra, full of hidden vitality and fire. Very carefully, trying not to wake Lance, I curved my fingers slightly and slid back the long loose foreskin to expose the fat brown head with its one sl**ping eye. I sighed deeply and took the plunge. Kneeling over him I bent and brought my face close to his prick. At once the powerful man scent of him rose to my senses. Seven days ago I would have thought this a nasty smell, hinting of urine and salt and that other, deeply a****l smell. But today, this glorious morning, I knew this smell for what it was: the deeply personal, completely individual, unmistakable scent of my ...

... lover's penis. If I never saw him again after today, I would remember always that primitive essence. But already I was hoping that I would awaken each morning with this odor in my nostrils. I lapped at the length of him, reveling in the nasty, dirty taste of him. Now that I knew what his day-old pre-cum tasted like, I would never order it for dinner, but this morning, the smell, the taste of him on my tongue inflamed me instantly, sending a shot of pure lust straight to my prick. I slid back his foreskin, licking at the ridge around the head of Lance's prick, then slid the dark heavy foreskin over my tongue and licked around inside. The deliciously foul taste was stronger here and so were the results. Desire filled me. I began to devour lance's cock. With all the fervor of a gourmet diner, I took him fully into my mouth and throat, lapping and slurping and sucking wildly. Lance woke slowly, shaking the sl**p from his head. As I continued my feast, he made a hollow questioning sound, &#034huh&#034? As his penis grew and filled, I could feel his pulse in my mouth. The entire mass of him expanded until I could retain him only with effort. I began to gag as the pulsing mass expanded into my throat, but I was not to be stopped. Though powerless against my own impulse, I suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of power. I could control this powerful man who moaned and thrashed beneath me, I could bring him joy or disappointment, fulfillment or hunger. I could make him moan or cry or even ...