Date: Thu, 23 Sep 1999 18:44:23 GMT
From: Tim Foure <yngtim@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Me and Dad, part 14" (M/t) (incest)

If you are under 18 or not permitted access to homosexual erotica where you
live, then you should not read this story. The other usual disclaimers too.

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Saturday morning I woke up before my dad, a rare event. It let me look at
him while he slept. He was hard, a sure sign, I thought, that it wouldn't
be long before he woke up too. I started jerking off slowly. Usually I
don't like to jerk off in the morning. I wake up so slowly that the
sensations are very muted, so it almost seems like a waste. But this
morning I wanted to. I thought he would wake up in time to see me doing it,
a thing he clearly had liked doing the last time I stayed with him. I had
been ready to cum for some time and was using delaying tactics by the time
he finally opened his eyes.

"Morning," he said as he smiled at me. It always aggravated me that he woke
up wide awake and ready to talk.

"I thought you were never gonna wake up," I replied.

He noticed that I was jerking my dick slowly. "What, you can't cum without
an audience?" he asked.

"Well, I just thought you'd want to see."

"That was nice of you. How long you been treading water?" he asked, looking
at my dick.

"A long time," I said with some force.

He laughed. "Go for it then. You've got my undivided attention."

Three quick, firm strokes and I was cumming. Since I was doing it for him,
I shot onto his belly.

When I was finished, he dipped his finger in my cum and said, "Well, I
guess that means shower first and breakfast after."

"Can you live that long without food?"

"Food, sure. Now coffee, that's another matter," he replied.

"I'll get you a cup while you get the shower ready," I told him.

"I always knew you were good for something," he said.

For a response, I started to tickle him. He pushed me off, saying, "Last
thing in this world you want to do is mess with my bladder! It'll be
Niagara Falls in this bed if I lose control."

Usually I was the same way, but this morning I had hardly felt any
pressure. I got him his coffee while he drained his bladder and set the
temperature in the shower. We showered together, of course, and there was
enough playing around that we were both hard by the time we were finished,
but it was mostly just an exercise in getting clean.

During breakfast he suggested that we go shopping for a birthday present
for my mom. Her birthday was the Sunday following. We had shopped together
for her every year as far back as I could remember. I had taken it for
granted that we wouldn't this year, so I was surprised.

We cleaned up the breakfast mess, dressed, and hit the mall not long after
it opened. Since neither of us had a specific gift in mind, we looked for
quite a while without buying anything. As usual, salespeople of both sexes
were willing to tear down displays just to show him an item that might
interest him just so they would have the chance to look at him longer. In
spite of that, we were still empty handed at lunch time, but over burgers
and fries we talked about what we had seen and then went back to buy. From
there we went to a movie. It was almost five when we got back to dad's
apartment.

After we took our clothes off, we talked about dinner but decided we
weren't ready to eat yet, so we settled on the sofa to talk. I had pulled
his feet into my lap and was massaging them and his calves.

Dad asked me, "How's it going with Chris?"

"Good, real good," I said.

"You figured out what you're going to tell him?"

"Yeah, I think so. He has told me like three times now that he knows all I
have to do is ask you and you'll jerk off with me in a flash."

He laughed, saying, "Why does he think that?"

"He thinks you're just totally cool. I already told you you're like his
ideal. He doesn't know you like I do."

"I was starting to get a swelled head there for a minute. Thanks for
letting the air out," he said.

"Don't mention it. Any time."

"You know, they don't bend that far back normally," my dad said, referring
to his toes. I had gone from rubbing his feet to manipulating his toes.

"Oh, ok," I said, going back to rubbing his calves.

"So you're just going to tell him you asked me and I did it?"

"He told me I have to be more subtle than that, but basically that's the
plan. We're going to have this talk about sex. I'm supposed to steer it
towards jerking off and then ask you."

"And I'm supposed to leap right on it, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah, you're a pushover. Nothing to it."

"Sounds simple enough. Think it'll work?"

"It already did work. I mean, that's how we got started," I said,
purposefully misunderstanding his question.

"No, airhead, I meant will it convince Chris," he said with a humorous
exasperated tone to his voice.

"Guess so. That's what he's telling me to try. He really has told me this
three times now. It's like turned into a plan."

"So when is this conversation going to happen? You have to get all the
details down when you tell a lie so you don't get caught."

"I figure it's happening right now," I said. "I mean, here we are talking
about jerking off. We could be doing it to each other inside of one
minute. All I have to do is slide my hand up your leg and grab your dick."
To illustrate my point, I did just that.

"Too close to dinner for sex," he said, shrugging it off.

"Ok, maybe later," I said, releasing his soft dick. Then I added, "If I'm
in the mood."

He just laughed at me. We both knew what the chances were that I wouldn't
be in the mood.

"Really, though, you do have to have a definite story that you can stick
to. If he's going to ask you for details, then you need to decide on them
in advance. If you try to make it up on the spot, you'll cross yourself
up."

"Yeah, I know. I'm just going to tell him what really happened, but I'm
going to tell him it all happened this weekend."

"Up to what point?" he asked.

"Just jerking off. I'm not going to tell him about sucking yet."

"I think so too. It would really stretch it to ask him to believe we went
straight to sucking in one weekend."

"Hey, not for you. You're strictly boss in his eyes," I said.

"Glad I've got you to keep me humble," he replied.

"No trouble at all," I said. "Also I was going to tell you, Larry caught me
and Chris sucking each other off Thursday night. I was staying over."

"What did he say?"

"Said he was sorry. Told us good night," I said.

"What were you actually doing when he caught you? Any chance he didn't know
what you were up to?"

"Only if he's blind," I said. "I had Chris's dick in my mouth and he had
mine in his."

"Yeah, be pretty hard to mistake that. How's stuff between them?"

"They jerk each other off every night except when Larry goes to the gym
with you. I guess you guys suck each other on those nights." I just threw
the last part in because I wanted to know but I didn't want to ask.

"Every time so far," he said. "Any other news there?"

"Yeah, Chris asked him about other guys besides you he jerked off with when
he was our age."

"Oh yeah? Come tell me while I get dinner heated up. I'm starting to get
hungry," he said.

I followed him into the kitchen and told him all that Chris had told me
about the guys Larry and jerked off with. He was surprised to hear about
Mr. Bailey.

"Why," I asked him.

"Because I did it with him too," he told me.

"Wow, really?" I asked.

"Yeah, but he was the coach then, not a student. It was his first year. It
just happened one time."

"Tell me about it," I said.

"I wanted to be on the basketball team, so I went for tryouts and I got
picked even thought I wasn't near as tall as most of the guys. Each
practice Coach Bailey picked one guy to help him put away the equipment and
clean up the locker room. You know, put the wet towels in the hampers,
stuff like that. It was a different guy each time. You showered after you
were done, so it was just you and him left by then. When he saw I wasn't
circumcised, he told me he wanted to be sure I knew how to keep it clean
under the skin. I told him I did, but he wasn't having it. He had to show
me."

"That's wild," I said. "But how could he show you? I mean, he's circumcised
too."

"How do you know? Have you and him. . ."

I cut him off before he finished, "No, no, Larry told Chris that he has a
thin dick that curves way to the left."

"That's right, I remember it. He was going to show me how to keep it clean
on my own dick. Of course the minute he touched my dick, it shot up to full
size in his hand. His shot up too. He was talking away about how important
it was to keep it clean under my foreskin and all the while he was just
jerking my dick like crazy. I came in his hand. Then he wanted me to help
him out and jerk him off. I didn't really want to, but I did it. Right
after that I dropped off the team, so I don't know if he would've ever
tried it again or not. I always wondered if he jerked off all the other
guys that he kept after to help him clean up."

"How come you dropped off the team," I asked. "Was it because of your
height?"

"No, I was playing another sport at the same time. Varsity sex. And I got
your mom pregnant. I didn't have time for basketball after that."

"Oh," I said. I was suddenly overcome with guilt that I had been the reason
he had had to stop playing basketball.

As usual, he could read my mood. He said, "I think it was a pretty good
deal, my chance to be a big time flop in high school basketball in exchange
for a terrific son. I'll take that swap any time." He ruffled my hair and
hugged me against him. Since I was sitting and he was standing, my face was
very close to my favorite part of his body. My mood improved immediately.

Then he said, "Dinner's ready," and he started putting bowls on the
table. We wandered off to another subject while we ate.

After dinner, we cleaned up and I set the shower temperature while he
finished up in the kitchen.  We gave each other a thorough lathering. When
I got to the point of cleaning under his foreskin, I decided to pretend I
was Mr. Bailey. I said in a deep voice, "Listen, son, you have to keep this
area clean," as I started to jerk him off.

He said, "If you do that much longer, I'm going to cum and that'll be the
end of me for tonight."

I snatched my hand off of his dick so fast you would have thought it had
burned me. The last thing I wanted was to bring tonight's sex to a
premature end. But since I had brought the subject back up, I asked him
while we were drying off if he had ever jerked off with anybody besides
Larry and Mr. Bailey.

"Yeah, a few guys," he said as we left the bathroom. "You want a beer? I
feel like one tonight."

"You sure you're not just trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage
of me?"

"As far as I can tell, it's you who is taking advantage of me. I'm the sex
slave here," he said.

"Life is rough all over. I'll take a beer," I said.

He didn't start talking about the guys he had jerked off with until we were
settled on the sofa.  Then he said, "How about rubbing my feet some more,
that felt good this afternoon. Except for when you were trying to break my
toes off."

I sat down the sofa from him, and he turned, supporting his back against
the arm of the sofa and laying his feet in my lap. Both of us had lost our
hardons by that time. My hand was cold from the can, so I pressed it
against the bottom of his foot. He jerked it off my lap immediately. "Just
remember, I can get even with you while you're trying to get your heart
started in the morning," he said.

Since I knew I was defenseless when I first woke up, I told him I was
sorry.

"I only had sex with five guys besides Larry and Coach Bailey," he
said. "One was a guy I was helping with his math. We'd sit beside each
other at his house and work problems. Then one day I noticed he was
wiggling his leg against mine. It was at the end of the school year and it
was hot, so we were wearing shorts. He had real hairy legs, but I didn't
yet. The hair was tickling me. I was going to tell him to stop, but before
I did, I got a hardon. It showed in my shorts. He looked me straight in the
face and told me I had a hardon. I was so embarrassed, I didn't know what
to do. But then he said he did too. He asked me if I wanted to jerk off
with him. He had a lot of nerve, I'll say that for him. He had hold of my
dick through my shorts when he asked me. We did it. He was the only guy
whose dick I ever touched who wasn't circumcised. His foreskin was so tight
that it wouldn't pull back off the head. He was surprised that mine
would. There was a guy that really needed to be circumcised. He had to show
me how to jerk him off because what I tried to do hurt him. I couldn't even
do to him what I did to Larry, and Larry has been circumcised so tight that
his skin looks stretched when he gets hard. His name was Bruce. We jerked
each other off all that summer."

"Were you doing it with Larry then too?" I asked. I was also surprised to
see that he was getting a hardon. That was the first time that he had ever
gotten hard before me.

"Yeah, but Larry and I weren't doing it very often yet when I was doing it
with Bruce."

"How come you stopped with Bruce?"

"His family moved away," he said. "Bruce wanted to get me and his buddy
Craig together, so one time Craig came over when I was there. We all knew
we were there to jerk each other off but we were too nervous to start. Then
Bruce just pulled his pants down. He was hard. I think we all were. That
sort of broke the ice. Craig started to work on Bruce's dick. He knew just
how to do it, so I figured they had been doing it a long time. Bruce
grabbed my dick, so I grabbed Craig's.  His was just a normal circumcised
dick, maybe a little bit shorter than mine. Hard to say exactly.  We all
shot onto the floor."

"Wow," I said. Was it fun with two other guys?"

"Not as much fun as with just one. Or maybe I just didn't like Craig all
that much. The three of us did it a few times, and when Bruce moved away,
Craig called me one time. I didn't want to get together with him. He never
called me again."

"How about the others?"

"One was just a guy in the park lavatory, like the guy Larry told Chris
about. Except he took me in the stall and sucked me off. First time I ever
had that happen. I thought he was old then, but he was probably the same
age I am now. He jerked himself off while he did it to me. He told me I
could come back any time and he would do it to me again. I never did.

"Another guy was sort of like that. I met him at the swimming pool in a
motel when we were on vacation. He got me to come back to his room and he
sucked me off too. He had a nice dick, a little bit thicker than mine. He
wanted me to suck him off, but I wouldn't. I did jerk him off though."

"And the last one?" I asked. I was prompting him because he seemed to be
remembering more than he was telling me. His dick was also standing up his
belly.

"He was a guy I met when I was delivering papers. He had the route that
started where mine ended. We only saw each other once in a while when he
was late and I was early. One time he squatted down to cut the wire on his
bundles of papers, and his dick came out the leg of his shorts. He had the
biggest dick I ever saw and he wasn't even hard. He caught me staring at
it. He asked me if I wanted to touch it. I did, but I think it was more
because I couldn't believe it than for any other reason. He led me to some
woods near there and dropped his shorts. He wasn't wearing underwear. He
told me to drop mine. Then he told me I could touch his as he grabbed
mine. I got hard immediately, but it took him a while even with me trying
to jerk his dick. Even then he wasn't real hard. His dick was the size of a
soft drink can and almost twice as long when it finally got hard. I was
amazed. He had tiny little balls. There used to be this joke about having
small equipment. They said that you could make a jock strap out of a peanut
shell and a rubber band. It would have worked for him. We only did it the
one time. I don't think I ever saw him even delivering his papers more than
one or two times after that."

I was hard by now too. He got up to go to the bathroom, telling me that the
beer already wanted out. He had finished his almost right away, but I still
had most of mine left. He came back with another. He settled in his usual
place and held out his arm for me to sit against him, but instead I said
I'd rather use his leg for a pillow, so I did.

"So how about you?" he asked me.

"Besides you and Chris, the only guy was at camp that time I went when I
was still in the Boy Scouts. This was a guy in another troop. I walked in
on him in the showers. He was jerking off like crazy. He about jumped out
of his skin when he saw me. He was gonna run out of there, but I told him
it was cool. Also I had a hardon. It shot right up when I saw him. When he
saw that, he asked me if I wanted to do it with him. I said yes. We watched
each other jerk off. I saw him two more times. One of those times he was
just doing stuff with his troop, but he came and talked to me. He wanted us
to meet in the showers again real late at night so we could jerk off
together. I tried to meet him for a couple nights, and finally we did get
there at the same time. We went in the shower room and started jerking
ourselves off. Then he wanted to feel mine, so I let him. I felt his
too. His dick was exactly like mine, no different at all. We just went from
feeling each other to jerking each other off. I never saw him after
that. We came home two days later."

"That's the only one, huh?" he asked.

"Yep," I said.

"Well, you seem to be making up for lost time here lately," he said as he
started rubbing his hand around on my chest.

"Doing what I can," I said.

My nipples had stood right up. They had every reason to since he was
sliding the ball of his thumb across them. I decided that I wanted to play
too and I couldn't from the position I was in.  So I swung my head and
shoulders over onto the ottoman, lifted his leg, crawled under, and
slithered up onto his chest. I wanted his leg between mine, so I wiggled
around a little until I had it there, firmly pressed into my crotch. Then I
attacked his nipples with my tongue.

The hair on his chest was thick and long, but surprisingly soft. It twined
around my tongue as I teased the center of each of his nipples until it
stood up tight and hard. I flicked the tip my tongue back and forth across
it, feeling him shudder from the sensation. There was a particularly thick
line of hair growing down his breastbone, midway between his nipples. I
dragged my fingers back and forth through that as I used my tongue first on
one nipple and then on the other.

My right side was pressed against his dick with the head of his dick
touching the side of my belly. I could feel a wet spot forming as he began
to ooze precum. I felt his finger tracing the edge of my ear very lightly
and giving me one chill after another. He was using the fingers of his
other hand to raise the hair on the back of my neck, sending interesting
sensations down my spine.

When I looked up at him, he pulled my head toward him and kissed me,
sliding his tongue into my mouth. I fought the urge to hump my dick against
his hip, not wanting to do anything that brought me any closer to the
orgasm that would be the end all of this pleasure.

"How 'bout we skip tv and head for bed?" he asked, whispering it into my
ear so that his breath blew along the short hairs inside giving me chills
in another part of my body.

"Yeah!" I said in a throaty voice.

I released his leg, pivoted around on the right cheek of my butt, and slid
off the sofa. As I walked to the bedroom, he turned off the lights behind
me. I had the covers pulled off of the bed when he came into the room.

"Lie on your belly," I told him.

He did it without question, folding his arms and using them as a pillow. I
straddled his hips and began dragging my fingers very lightly up and down
his back. Then I leaned over and started to lick his neck and the backs of
his ears. At the same time I slid my fingers into his armpits and teased
the hair there. He was past being ticklish, the sensation having changed to
an erotic one.  But the intensity of it all made him writhe under me.

As I moved a little ways down his back, I reached the point at which I
could press my crotch against his butt and force my dick lengthwise into
his crack. It felt wonderful. I licked and nibbled his shoulder blades as I
moved my hips back and forth to slide my dick in his crack. The skin on his
back was smooth and hot against my tongue.

When I moved a little bit lower, I forced my dick to stick straight out
from my belly so I could put it between his legs. He felt what I was doing
and opened his legs as much as he could with my knees on the outsides
holding them closed. When my dick was in place along his perineum, he
squeezed his legs together, trapping it. I could only leave it there for a
minute or two. I was humping almost involuntarily, and I knew I wouldn't
last long if I kept it up.

I slid down farther, bringing my lips into contact with the hair growing in
a swirl just above the top of his crack. From there on I alternately blew
and licked my way down his crack. It was pressed closed because I was still
straddling his legs, holding them tight together. It meant I could drag the
tip of my tongue along the crack, touching only the hair. He began
shivering continually as I did it.

I released his legs and spread then, moving in between. That opened his
crack and gave me better access to the creases where the rounded cheeks of
his butt met his legs. I licked along those creases, pulling the hair
gently with my teeth.

I returned to his crack without warning, moving suddenly from the outside
end of one crease to the hair directly over his asshole. I blew on it and
was rewarded by an involuntary clenching of his cheeks. He relaxed again
immediately. I began to lick deeper into his crack, finally making my way
to his asshole itself.

Touching it with my tongue mean pressing my face against his butt, a
problem because it limited my control over my tongue, so I grabbed him by
his hip bones and pulled him up onto his knees.  His face was still pressed
against his folded arms on the bed. I could easily reach everything from
his balls to the top of his crack. I licked it all, slowly and carefully,
ending by driving my tongue into his asshole over and over again.

I tried to push him over, but between his spread legs and his folded arms,
he was too well braced.  He understood what I wanted from my push and
rolled over onto his back. I got between his legs and took up where I left
off, licking in the creases of his legs. I sucked his balls until the hair
was completely saturated and then blew on them, which caused them to draw
up from the chill. I sucked the precum off of his belly that had
accumulated since he had turned onto his back.

Then, finally, I started licking his dick, beginning at the bottom. It was
throbbing and oozing precum with each throb. I was licking just below the
rim of the head. I could feel it through his foreskin. He moaned, "Better
stop now."

I stopped immediately. I considered waiting a minute and then licking it
again. I decided not to. I knew if he spoke, he was at the very end of his
control. I crawled up the bed, laid half on his right side and half on the
bed, and kissed him.

He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me tight as we chased each other's
tongues around inside our mouths. Still holding me, he rolled over, putting
me on the bottom. He released me and pulled on my arm to turn me onto my
belly. He straddled my butt and began to do to me the same things I had
done to him. The difference was that precum oozing from his dick created a
slick area at the top of my crack and his dick head was sliding around in
it as he licked my ears and neck. I loved the slightly tickling sensations
it was giving me.

>From there his dick laid a trail of precum down my crack as he licked his
way down my back. He didn't put his dick between my legs as I had
done. Instead, he spread my legs, got between them, and slid the head of
his dick slowly up and down my crack. My crack got slicker each time as his
sliding dick left behind a trail of precum. It was all I could do to stay
still each time his dickhead slid across my wet asshole.

After a while he pulled me up onto my knees but with my head still laying
on my arms on the bed, just as I had done to him. He replaced the head of
his dick with his tongue and licked me from my balls to the top of my
crack. Each trip his tongue made from my balls, across my perineum, and up
my crack raised the level of my excitement. I noticed that after the first
few trips which had covered the whole length, his tongue started traveling
a shorter path, going back and forth more quickly, but not reaching the
endpoints it had reached on the previous trip. It was zeroing in on my
asshole. Finally it stopped there, licking in circles and stabbing into the
hole itself.

I was beside myself with pleasure. It took all the self control I had not
to grab my dick and start jerking furiously. I could feel his tongue work
its way inside of my asshole. Then, after a short while, I felt his finger
replace his tongue. He slid it in my asshole very slowly, meeting no
resistence. I felt his knuckles press against my asshole. It was in as far
as it would go.

He began licking my balls again and first twisting his finger in my asshole
and then sliding it out very slowly. I didn't want it to go. I wanted it to
stay inside me. I was in heaven as he slid it back in. I was hardly aware
of his tongue working on my balls.

I was concentrating on the feelings centered on my asshole when I realized
he was pushing me to roll over onto my side. He grabbed my left leg as I
went over, moving it around his arm so that his finger could remain deeply
imbedded inside me. When I was laying on my back with my legs spread, my
knees bent, and my feet flat on the bed, he started sliding the finger in
and out of me slowly. The first time he slid it back in, it made contact
with something inside of me that gave me a jolt of pleasure. It made me
spread my legs and draw them up into a position I had only ever seen a frog
use before then. He added his thumb on that hand to the action, pressing it
tightly against a spot on my perineum directly behind my balls. It pressed
that spot at the end of each inward stroke of his finger. That added yet
another type of pleasurable sensation.

As if that wasn't enough, he started rubbing my chest with his other hand,
dragging the ball of his thumb over my nipples with tantalizing
slowness. All of these sensations met in my balls and at the spot inside of
me that he was touching with his finger. I felt that I was being jerked off
from inside as I received jolt after jolt of pleasure from his finger's
contact with my prostate on the inward stroke. I know I pounded the bed
with my fists. I was practically delirious with pleasure.

It seemed to go on forever, building and building but never quite reaching
orgasm. What sent me over the edge was feeling his tongue on my dick, but
it didn't send me over immediately. He worked his way up my dick slowly, in
time with what his two hands were doing to me. His mouth reached the head
and plunged down on it, taking my whole dick in in one gulp. He
synchronized all of the other things he was doing, jabbing my prostate,
pressing his thumb behind my balls, and massaging my nipple, with the head
of my dick suddenly being squeezed in the confines of his throat.

It was more than I could stand. I came, hard. I tried to buck, but he had
me pinned to the bed by the pressure of his one hand on my chest and his
other on my crotch and inside my asshole.  Somehow the frustration of
needing to move so desperately and not being able to do so added still more
to the pleasure that was going through me in waves. I grabbed two handfuls
of the sheet as I tried, unsuccessfully, to arch my back. Finally it all
subsided into a series of shivers.

All this while he kept my dick in his throat and his face pressed against
my crotch. I supposed he held his breath the whole time. He disengaged
himself from me one place at a time. First he let my dick slide out of his
mouth. The head was so sensitive that it was painful to have it slide over
his tongue. Then he took his hand off of my chest since he no longer needed
it to support him.  Then he slowly, slowly slid his finger out of my
asshole. Even as completely sated as I was, I resented its leaving. When he
had pulled it out completely, I felt oddly empty.

It took me a few minutes to even think about what I could do for him. After
kissing me and letting me taste my cum, he had laid beside me, taking hold
of my hand and intertwining our fingers. The first motion I was capable of
was tracing the outline of his fingers with the index finger of my other
hand. Then I rolled onto my side and moved that finger to his nipples.

I saw immediately that I had used them up earlier as a source of
pleasure. They were limp with fatigue. There seemed nothing else to do but
to focus on his dick, which was now in that half hard, swollen state which
follows a long time erect. It was wet over half its surface with precum.  I
tasted it as I took the whole thing into my mouth. I began to run my tongue
around and around his dick while keeping it in my mouth. I was rewarded by
feeling it grow harder and harder until I had to let it back out to give my
tongue room to move.

The precum began to flow again almost immediately. I wrapped my hand around
the base of his dick and sucked his foreskin over the end of my tongue. He
began to moan, so I knew that his ability to feel pleasure was returning
after the near-climax of his having given such intense pleasure to me. I
felt his hand clutching one of the cheeks of my ass, holding it tight. I
wanted to make it last as long as possible for him, but I realized that it
might even have lasted too long already and that it was now time to take
him the rest of the way. I moved my mouth slowly down his dick, feeling the
head enter my throat, until my nose was pressed between his balls and my
chin was deep in his pubic hair. Then I drew my mouth back slowly until
only the tip of his dick was still between my lips. His hand continued to
clutch my cheek and his moans became louder, so I repeated it over and
over. When he lurched, I knew he was there. I quickly pulled my mouth up
his dick toward the head, keeping my tongue pressed against the back of the
head. My mouth filled with cum. More followed. The third spurt took me
beyond capacity, so I swallowed. When it was over, I still had half a
mouthful. I let his dick slide from my mouth. He was waiting for me with
his arm out to wrap around me as I bent over him to kiss him. His tongue
slid between my lips. I let his cum slide down it into his mouth.

A few minutes later he said, "I have to sleep. My eyes are closing on me."

"Mine too," I answered.

We wiggled around until he was lying along my back, his knees drawn up
against the back of my legs. I felt his dick still damp with his cum press
against the bottom of my crack. Last of all his hand slid down my side and
across my hip bone to cup my dick and balls. I was very much aware of the
still empty feeling inside me where his finger had been and the touch of
his damp and sticky dick against my asshole. The last thought I had was to
wonder what it would feel like to have that dick inside of me. I went to
sleep with the taste of his cum still in my mouth.

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