1. Chapter 8.5 : Gay


    Date: 8/14/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: spuddick, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

    my tongue and how to hold him in my hand as I worked. His cock was like mine in a way. Not longer than seven inches, as thick around as a cucumber and with a gentle upward curve. I felt that now I found myself, understanding every part of this thing in my mouth. I washed his head around my cheeks and spat on it before stroking my hand down its length and my tongue tickled the urethra. I could feel him twitching as if to cum. "Oh god," he said and pressed his hand on the top of my head and pushed my throat around his cock. I was surprised to find that I could do it when he finally let me pull back out and I did not gag. I was straddling him with my lips wrapped around his dick, my head bobbing up and down. I could feel my own cock growing long and longer between my legs and hanging almost to his knees. My left hand searched for it and I began jerking myself off even as my mouth worked on him. "Why is this so good?" he moaned. "Let me find out," I said, rolling away from him. The stranger turned around and let his cock fall into my face as he swung his legs over my face. Then I felt his warm lips on me, sucking me the way I had sucked him with the same knowledge that only a man could have. Never had anyone sucked me so well as he did as I put his cock back in my mouth, guiding it with both hands into my cheek. Just knowing that it was a man sucking on me made me harder. My arms were wrapped around him, my fingers clinging to the thick slabs of muscle that riddled the man's ...
    back but soon, they slid down to find his ass and my little finger slipped inside of it. He mirrored me so that now I was facing the suction on my dick and the slow penetration of my anus by one of his fingers. No one had ever been in there before, but his finger aroused something inside of me. Perhaps it was only the knowledge that to finish him I would have to yield myself to his cock but I think that it was a need to give myself to him. When I had nearly popped from his lips, I pushed him away and straddled him so that our dicks were pressed together in his crotch. "Look at those abs," I said. Even in the semi-darkness I could see the definition of his torso; the crunched stomach beneath the thick pecks, the thin V that seemed to divide his top from his bottom and pointed like an arrow to our joined cocks. I ran my tongue along his chest, tasting his dried sweat from the night before or from the gym that he had not yet showered off, tasting the ripples of his skin, and tasting again that unique flavor of him. I followed the brick that was his body to his lips and kissed them, tasting myself on his tongue. It was strange kissing a man for the first time, stranger perhaps than sucking his dick. There was bristly hair where I did not expect it and a stiffness in his lips that helped me to understand a woman's position. I liked it. All the while, my right hand was feeling the firmness in his arms and chest--firm where mine was soft, thick where mine was thin--and my left was ...
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