He sits on the sofa, facing me and I straddle him, knees on the cushions. He can feel my warm solid cock on his stomach
He looks at me, with a mixture of need and anxiety and mumbles something, almost as if he was pleading.
I catch just two words ‘First time’ and I realise that I am rushing him.
I nod to let him know that I understand.
I put my hands on either side of his face and kiss him gently, just my lips on his lips, not attempting to put my tongue in his mouth.
Then I begin to stroke him, moving my hands over his shoulders and down his arms. I move off him and help him onto his back and stretch him out along the full length of the sofa.
I remember those moments so well now, seeing Paolo naked, plump, smooth on his back, looking up at me, trusting me, apprehensive but willing.
I touch his nipples with my fingers and he moans softly. I slide my hands down his chest and stomach and cup his balls with both hands. Deliberately I avoid touching his cock. He is erect but I know if I stroke it now he will come too quickly.
I put my hands round each of his thighs in turn, feeling the soft curves of his flesh, bending his knees, easing them apart.
I let my fingers brush against the skin between his balls and anus and just touch his entrance with one finger and he reacts involuntarily with a gasp.
For ten minutes or so I continue this teasing, arousing massage and then I cannot wait any longer.
I kneel on the carpet and take his cock between my lips. It is wet with pre-cum.
I have one hand on his chest, another on the back of his thigh and I move my lips up and down his cock.
I hear his moans and whimpers.
I feel his hips pushing his cock into my mouth.
It doesn’t take long.
He is gasping now, breathing fast and deeply and then his first spurt of cum shoots into my mouth, then another and another.
He thrusts in and out again and again, long after his cum has finished.
And then he stops with his hands on my head and his mouth wide open, spent. |
