Warm Summer Night

(Inspired by a letter to a friend)

I imagine you and I in bed together. You, lightly tying my wrists together above my head. You gently slip a blind fold over my eyes. Your lips softly kiss mine and then I feel your warm breath on my neck… More kisses there and a light nibble. My hips raise involuntarily and my soft cock starts to become firm. In my darkness I feel your hands caress my chest, fingers pinch my nipples the lips suck at them and I moan. I want to wrap my arms around you but you push them back over my head. Your tongue traces its way down my stomach and finds the tip of my cock. I imagine a snakes tongue as it flickers softly at the purple head.

Your tongue licks at the sweet droplets leaking from it. My hips raise again and you force them down.

I groan in delicious frustration. Your mouth takes me in, a slow seductive inch at a time. It circles my cock head and sucks at it softly making me want to squirt hot sperm all over your tongue.

But you won’t let me… This is meant to be a long slow torture…. And I love it.

I feel you leave the bed. Curious… You pull me by the shoulders, rotating my body, hanging my head off the edge of the bed. I now know what’s going on… I am so excited… I feel the slick head of your cock press against my closed lips… Rubbing back and forth… Expecting entry. Your hands hold my throat as you slip your cock into my waiting hungry mouth. Slowly slipping back and forth over my tongue.

You caress my head and face as I suck you… Wanting all of you, I pull you into my throat. Your hips sway in and out as your breath increases, you softly moan. I love sucking this beautiful cock. Your hands stroke my cock now… I am so fucking hard. You press deeper into my mouth and warm cum splashes against the back of my throat. Slowing your rhythm. You eventually right my body on the bed a climb next to me to snuggle and catch your breath.

Still blindfolded. Your lips taste mine. “It’s your turn now” you whisper sweetly in my ear.

Your mouth engulfs my cock. Switching between, licking my shaft, sucking my cock and tasting my balls… Making short quick visits to my desperate and tight pink asshole. I want you… I need you… I need something inside me as you suck. Something that will make me fill you mouth with my nectar.

You start with a tongue and then follow with Delicious single finger. Slow deep rhythms. I am yours and I tell you so over and over again. Tell me when to cum baby… You are in charge….

Now?… Right now? Oh…uh…uh… Oh god… Oh baby…ummmmmmmmcummmiinng.

I can feel those pulses of long squirting cum. Your mouth and finger are sending me over the edge.

You are the best.

April Showers (unedited)

My first thought was ‘Should I be doing this?’

My second thought was ‘Yes, definitely!

I watched him struggle, hands tied above him to the shower head.

This wasn’t a moral question. It was a safety question. What if the shower head burst of the wall?
Then I wondered, as I knelt in front of him and took his beautiful rigid cock into my mouth, the water from the shower streaming down his torso…

Am I going to drown?

He stopped struggling. I looked up into his face. Water streaming down his face, bangs wet and hanging down over his eyes. His mouth open from ecstasy? Or was he drowning too? His cock felt so nice rolling back and forth against my tongue. I held his thighs and pulled his swaying body into me. My tongue was now massaging every bit of his penis. From the slit in the head that now leaked it’s sweetness, to the base that held his swinging, hanging balls.

I took him deeply into my throat as my fingers penetrated him massaging his prostate.

I assume he enjoyed this, only because within seconds my mouth was overflowing with his cum.
It mixed with the warm water and poured down my chin and over my chest. His body quivered as he continued to pump into my mouth. But even as I slowly released his cock from my mouth he pumped the air like a dog in heat. Probably because I was still finger fucking him.

He grunted as I touched the swollen little ball of muscle inside him. He came again sending strings of cum to the shower floor. He lifted his head and smiled as I brushed the bangs from his eyes.

I released the silk scarf that bound his wrists. He smiled when I purred… “Now it’s my turn”

You know who

I remember how you leaned your body over. Offering your ass to me. Such a great gift. I remember separating your cheeks and licking the tiny rose bud hiding there. I remember wanting to finger you. Want to make that sweet hole big enough to take a toy… and then eventually…me. I remember gently poking and prodding with one hand while the other reached between your legs and stroked your engorged cock and balls. I pulled back to reveal your glistening cock head. Fingering and sucking you. How I would have loved to 69 and finger fuck each other. Instead my hunger breached as I licked you. I could no longer take the thought of not, licking my cum off your ass. Selfishly I jerked off squirting all over that luscious hole. Decorating it with my sperm.

Gawd, how beautiful it was, my cum dripping down that crack. Wondering how it felt. Licking at it as it fell. Fingering it and pushing it inside. Jealously, wishing it was me.

Then stroking your until you came in my palm and coating your hole with your cum too.

The combination, delicious.

Don’t believe for one second, that I don’t relive that daily. Fodder for my crazy, sweaty, masturbating dreams.

We will meet again… And then it’s your turn.