Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2007 02:51:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chick Grope <gropechick@yahoo.com>
Subject: Roving Hands Part 4

"Why is it still soft?" I asked him. I thought maybe he didn't find me
exciting any more.
He smiled.
"Well, to tell you the truth, Jack, I was so excited that you were coming
to visit me today that I couldn't help myself. I masturbated about an
hour before you arrived.You see the effect you have on me!"
I felt SO proud at that moment, and I didn't mind at all that his cock
was soft. It still felt good under my fingers. I couldn't get over how
silky smooth it was, and how warm it felt. Best of all, I loved that he
was different from me: he was cut. I loved the shape of his cockhead, it
reminded me of a Roman soldier's helmet. And I loved how his whole cock
twitched whenever I ran my fingertips over it. At that moment, I knew
what I wanted to do.
"Please, may I kiss it? You know, the way you kissed mine?"
He let out a deep sigh.
"If you only knew how much I would LOVE you to do that, Jack...."
This was another first for me. I wondered if it would smell bad or taste
funny. I had no idea what to expect, but the very thought of kissing his
cock was enough to keep me stiff, my little cock stabbing the air as I
knelt down between his legs and brought my face up close to his flaccid
penis.
A man's cock has a very special smell, doesn't it? I don't mean like if
the man hasn't washed down there, I mean when it is clean, there is still
such a special smell, a man smell that is very exciting. And a man's cock
has a very special taste too. Not so much a taste as a texture. When it
is soft, it is velvety and just a little vein-rippled when you slide your
lips over it. And when it is hard, those engorged veins stand out and
there is a wonderful roughness to the surface. But best of all, there is
that sensation of  rock-hardness as if there were a rod of iron running
down the middle of it.
But I knew none of this as I knelt down and gazed hungrily at my prize.
Thirteen years old and I was going to take a man's cock into my mouth!
What a prize for a young boy!
"Hold it by the base, like this," he said gently, making an 0-shape with
his thumb and fingers. "That way you can control it better."
I did as he bade. It felt sooooo good, even though it was still soft and
sort of dangling down from above my fingers. I brought my mouth down on
to it and opened wide to get his cockhead in my mouth.
"Do try not to scrape it with your teeth, Jack," he murmured. "Mmmmm, you
are doing it so well!"
His words made me proud. I closed my lips below the ridge of his "helmet"
and savoured the fullness of it in my mouth.
"Use your tongue. That's it. That's good. Like that. Yess!"
I wasn't sure what I was doing, but I just let my little pink tongue play
around the head of his cock, including that marvellous slit, just like a
little eye, as if it was watching my tongue playing licky-lick games with
his penis.
I had been afraid that his cock might be too big for me, but it was fine.
It was like having a big plum in my mouth, and it made the thrills shoot
throught my body. My own cock was aching, but I didn't want to take my
hands away from their wonderful task.
And then, as I licked and tried to take his cock a little deeper into my
mouth, it started to twitch. And to swell. And to grow. And to stiffen.
Bigger and bigger and harder and harder, it gradually filled my mouth so
that my lips were stretched wide and I could only just keep the head of
his cock in my mouth. I had to pull back a little. I felt ashamed,
because he had practically swallowed MY cock when it was in HIS mouth.
He put his hand on my head, and stroked my hair lovingly.
"Don't worry about trying to get it any further in your mouth, Jack. I
love what you are doing right now."
I nodded and continued to lick, pushing the tip of my tongue into the
little slit and then running it round the ridge of his helmet. I couldn't
believe how good it felt doing this. The aroma, the texture, the tremors
as he got more and more excited: everything combined to give my little
penis a painful throb, as if it too was begging for release.
Everything was very wet in my mouth. Not just my saliva. Something more,
a liquid coming out of his cockslit. It's impossible to describe the
taste. It is tasteless, and yet there is something there. It is different
from proper cum, it is not like water, it is not like anything else I
know. And it was wonderful! I lifted my head to look at him.
"Is that you spunking up?"
He laughed and gently guided my mouth back over his cock.
"No. That's called precum. It means that you are making me very very hot.
Please don't stop!"
Oh, so that was precum. Nice. I wanted to swallow gallons of his precum
at that moment. I wanted to drink him all in. I was totally in love with
his wonderful mancock, which by this time was fully hard and pulsating in
a manner that took my breath away.
He started to move back and forth on my mouth, forcing his cock a little
deeper into my mouth, but I didn't mind. I loved it. I wanted to have his
cock the way he had had mine.
"You've got a stiffy again, Jack," he murmured, reaching down between my
legs. "I think we need to attend to that."
He got up then, his cock sticking out proudly and glistening wetly from
my saliva. He beckoned me to follow him, and we went into his bedroom and
lay on his bed. He was on his back, and he motioned me to lie on top of
him, with my head between his legs and my cock in his face. He later said
it was called 69, like the shape of the numbers: 6 being like a 9 only
the other way up. Despite the difference in our heights, he managed to
manoeuvre us till he was able to take my penis into his mouth while I
continued to enjoy the fullness of his cockhead filling my mouth with my
lips clamped over his hard hard shaft
In no time at all, it seemed, he brought me off, greedily gulping down my
cum as it spurted from my cock. I was shaking all over, my whole body was
on fire, thrill after thrill making me twitch and judder. I was
concentrating so hard on my own sensations that I didn't think any more
about what I had in my mouth. Not until, that is, his cock went really
rigid and there was a pause before a huge spurt of cum exploded from it.
Everybody boasts about how they swallowed all the guy's cum, savouring
every last drop of it. But I won't lie to you: I just couldn't. Some went
down my throat I guess, but I was so startled that I pulled back and most
of it just went all over my face, on my chest and some in my hair even.
It was like I had taken a "cum shower". I was holding on to the shaft of
his cock for dear life, feeling those surges raging through it with each
ejaculation, till finally he subsided and we both slumped exhausted.
And then - something I will never forget as long as I live - he gently
laid me on my back and licked his cum off me: off my chest and off my
face and even from my mouth. When he tongued his cum from my mouth and my
lips, it was like he was kissing me. Which he was, of course. And after
that, I always loved it when a man kissed me full on the lips like I was
a girl or something.
Everything about that session was wonderful for me. And it taught me so
much that I have many many times applied since.
But there were still things to learn, as I discovered when I paid a
return visit to my boyloving man the following weekend.

[To be continued: comments to gropechick@yahoo.com]

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