I stroke up and down. God, that’s long. I can’t believe I was even imagining taking this that first time we started messingaround.
As our lips part, I crawl down thebed.
He lies back, keeping his head tilted up as he says, “You don’t have to try anything you’re not readyfor.”
He must not understand how curious I am…how much I want toknow.
I lick it, just thehead.
Then I put my mouth around it and slide it in. I can bail at any time, I assure myself, but I take my time working up to it before I feel Eric’s hand on the back of my head, encouraging me down. Not aggressively, but gently, like he’s just assuring me that I’m doing itright.
I’m surprised by how much I enjoy the feeling of his dick against my tongue and the walls of mymouth.
I move up and down, taking my time, and as Eric groans, I can hear he’s enjoying himself. I take the same care as I would have expected Whitney to take when she was sucking meoff.
“Oh yeah,” Eric says, but then I taste something salty and instinctively jerk back, noticing a thin stringy film stretching from his head to my lip. It snaps as his cock hits his abdomenagain.
“Oh shit,” I say. “I guess now I know what precum tasteslike.”
Eric laughs. “And what did you think?” he asks, gazing atme.
I lick my lips. “I kind of like it,” I say before putting his dick back into my mouth and going at itagain.
This is so strange. I’m actually, for the first time in my life, sucking a guy’s cock. It’s crazy how I never would have thought this vacation would involve sucking a guy’s dick. Or that I’d even figure out what the fuck I was doing. In a way, I already understand some of the mechanics, what it feels like to be blown, so I have an idea of what I need to do on him. And in other ways, like with what I experienced when he stuck his fingers inside me, I’m totally out of mydepth.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Eric says, pressing his hands on either side of myhead.
I grab his dick and pull my mouth off, looking up at him. “What? Am I doing itwrong?”
“No, that’s the problem,” he tells me. “You’re doing itright, and if you keep doing it like that, I’m not going to last very long. Now get up here and kissme.”
I crawl up alongside him. “Straddle my waist,” he tellsme.
I do as he says, and he licks his fingers and slides them between my legs, reaching under and pressing them against my hole, rubbing, taking histime.
I grab my dick and start jerking myselfoff.
I want him to stick them inside me again, make me experience that same sensation, but I trust him, and I like that he’s taking his time. Makes it easier for me to adjust to all this. Not just physically, butmentally.
When he starts to work his way in, my dick expands at the idea of experiencing that same electric energy I felt when he was hitting my prostateyesterday.
“Does that feel good?” heasks.
“It feels reallygood.”
“Well, it’s about to feel a lot better,” he says as he finds my prostate and massagesgently.
Now I’m leaking. My string of precum drips down onto his belly. He leans forward and reaches around with his free hand, grabbing his own dick and strokinghimself.
“You like that?” he asks, and I nod before he kissesme.
He presses down a little harder inside me, and Iwhimper.
I’m surprised at the sound I make. I can tell by the way his lips curl upward that he enjoys it, and I’m glad he does. I find myself instinctively moving my hips in sync with the rhythm of his movements inside me. My balls feel heavy as they fill withpressure.
I don’t think I’m going to lastlong.
I wanthim.
