I dont know what I expected his cock taste like. I hadn't give it any thought. I certainly hadn't expected to find out.
Barely 10 minutes before I had never seen another man's stiff cock and now here I was with one sliding slowly in and out between my lips.
It didn't realy taste of anything. Though I thought I could taste the slight saltyness of my cum that he'd smeared on his cock a few moments before.
His glans felt surprisingly soft and the feel of the shaft behind it, slowly pushing in, well it was just as it was once described in some godawful cheap pornographic novel I'd read years before about a young country girl's misadventures in Victorian London (I still have it, by the way), it felt like 'steel wrapped in velvet'.
I was bobbing my head slowly in what I hoped was the approved manner in rythm with his gentle shallow thrusting.
His cock went ever so slightly deeper into my mouth, our pace quickened, the thrust became slightly fiercer, both of us warming to our task.
Quicker, quicker, I was taking his cock deeper into my mouth, I was a bit too careless.
"Ahhh ohh! Teeth!" he exclaimed.
I would have apologised but my mouth was full.
I closed my lips a little to cover my teeth better and carried on.
Now the rythm was fast, the thrusts deep.
I had barely any say in what was happening.
Both his hands were now on the back of my head as he pushed it onto his rock hard thrusting cock.
Each thrust now going far to the back of my mouth, past my tonsils and, it felt to me, halfway down my fucking throat!
This was painfully uncomfortable.
I have a gag reflex. I felt myself gag, my eyes water, I tried to pull my head away. But John was lost in his own lust. Grunting loudly with every thrust.
I was being righteously face fucked.
It must have been just two mighty pumps before he realised my dilemma and let go of the back of my head.
I pulled quickly away, strings of thick saliva streamed from my mouth as his stiff penis popped out and I, still sitting on the side of his bed, leant to the side, gasping for breath, coughing up god knows what, eyes streaming, face presumably scarlet, hoarse, wheezing, coughing. In a right state.
"You okay?" He asked.
Of course I fucking wasn't!
But it was a relief to hear a touch of concern in his voice.
"Let me get you some water."
I was still bent over trying to take great lungfuls of air, unable yet to talk.
I raised a hand and flapped it in the air to tell him to say it was okay.
A couple more deep lungfuls and I managed to croak out, "I'm okay...I'm okay"
I sat up, still almost hyperventilating, wiped my streaming eyes, slowed my breathing & said, "Wow!"
"Aw Christ, I'm awful sorry, fuck, look...ah..."
John was genuinely upset.
Again I waved away his concerns, "Nah, its okay, I'm fine now." I even managed to smile to reassure him.
But he was still bothered.
For some odd reason I felt guilty. And I couldn't deny, as traumatic and alarming as it had been, that I had definitely felt an unexpected and astonishing thrill at the event.
He was still standing in front me. His previously wonderful erection wilting.
"Come on, get dressed then and I'll make you a quick cuppa."
He seemed to think the day's action was over.
I felt a wave of affection for this good looking slim stranger.
He had brought me into his home, introduced me to a world that I never imagined could be so enjoyable, and was now concerned about my welfare.
Okay there was the little incident in which he nearly accidentally (I hope) ch*ked me to death. But we're all allowed one tiny mistake, aren't we? Oh I could overlook that little thing.
I reached out held his softening dick.
"No, youre okay, I have this to finish," and I gently pulled back his foreskin, which as his dick softened had started to encroach back over his helmet, and brought the head of his cock to my lips and slowly let it slide into my mouth, while stroking his shaft which I felt start to stiffen again in my grip.
John gave a soft, 'Yessss' and I carried on gently fellating the top of his penis.
"Here, let's do it this way", John abruptly pulled away, leaving an unexpected unwelcome void in my still open mouth.
He jumped on the bed, lay down, propped a pillow and put a hand behind his head, splayed his legs, and started stroking his reawakened dick with the other hand and said, "Like I did with you earlier. It will put you in control as well." His mind still obviously on the previous misunderstanding.
Well, if he didn't look like one of the most erotic things I had seen in a long time then I'm a Dutchman.
I'm not, I'm from Belfast.
That athletic, trim physique, toned and a little tanned in the legs and arms, that handsome face with those dark eyes, smiling and all the while stroking a now diamond cutter of an erection....
Well I fair dove back onto the bed, knelt between his legs and gorged myself on his lovely cock.
I worked away as best I could.
Remembering the ministrations I had received from him on a few minutes before.
Caressing the balls, flicking my tongue quickly over his helmet, tongue caressing the fremulum (I learnt the name later).
I even tried to reprise some things I watched on the video of the two gorgeous mature hunks in flagrante delicto, by running my tongue up the underside of his shaft and mock munching it sideways.
All the while I felt it stiffen even more in my mouth, twitch and heard Johns soft moaning and whispery exclamations of 'Yes!' & 'Jesus fucken Christ!'.
It appeared that for a novice I was doing a pretty bang up job.
Well there was a tooth slip and John winced, so I wasn't getting a perfect ten, but it was just the once and immediately forgotten.
It cannot have been too long when, as my tongue flitted hither and yon over the tip of his velvety glans, that I felt a definite pulse....I knew why.
Now all this happened in a second.
I looked like I was going to take in the mouth. But I didn't want to.
As ridiculous as it may seem, seeing as I was enthusiastically gobbling a man's dick, I thought that just a little too far. So I pulled away, and as my face started to turn I felt a hot splash of cream on my mouth and chin.
Then another bigger splash on my turning cheek.
I instinctively grimaced and got a final smaller spurt on the nose.
The final drops of semen oozing out of his cock and down his shaft and over my still gripping fingers.
My eyes were screwed closed tightly during all of this so I was taken aback and didn't see him skootch the little way up the bed, I felt his legs wrap around my waist, then felt him embrace me and his face was on mine. Lapping, slurping, sucking his own cum off my face, nose and mouth.
Then, still taken by surprise, I felt his sticky tongue force itself between my lips. His tongue and cum filled my mouth. My own tongue fought back. We fiercely fed on each other. I savoured the feel and taste of him.
Our lips, chins and faces shiny with semen and saliva, slurping, devouring, until barely a trace was left bar the stickiness on our faces.
Both now exhausted and panting, we rested our foreheads together. Feeling each others heavy spunky breath on our faces, hands at the back of each others necks.
Now it was over.
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