Still in a liplock, Colin’s cool hands reached up under Greg’s t-shirt and raked his nails gently down his chest and abdomen, through the sparse hair here, causing Greg to buck and moan. Then he went back up, circling his nipples before thumbing them over and over until they were as hard as diamonds. Greg’s steel-hard erection tented his light-blue boxers and threatened to slip through the seam. Colin stopped that threat quickly by freeing one hand and gently removing the pulsating organ until it was seated comfortably in his palm. His long fingers wrapped tenderly around its thickness and began to pump and squeeze in a rhythm all his own.
“Colin,” Greg gasped, finally pulling away from the kiss. “That’s….”
“Shh,” Colin admonished. “I need this, Greg. I need you.”
If anything, those words would have stopped Greg right in his tracks, incredible handjob or no incredible handjob, but when Colin tickled, then yanked on his balls, all that went right out the window. “Fuck!!”
Before he knew it, his t-shirt was history and Colin was bathing his chest like a thirsty dog lapping up fresh, cool water, and then moving down to were he was standing, tall and proud.
Greg tried one last time. He really did. “Col….”
“Shh,” came the expected answer before the coolest, wettest mouth he had ever had the good fortune to feel wrapped itself around his dick and started sucking. Greg’s head slammed down on the flat pillow even as his eyes rolled back in his head and his hands fisted into the sheets threatening to tear the delicate fabric.
Colin’s other hand moved down from his chest to his balls, weighing the sac and rolling each of them around in his palm to Greg’s eternal delight. A squeeze and a tug had him seeing stars, and a twist had his little swimmers lined up at the starting gate, demanding the race start immediately. “Col,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck, Col….”
Knowing the moment was near, Colin took Greg’s cock deep in his mouth and swallowed convulsively while doing things to his balls that left Greg—a master of such activities—gaping for air, clueless and loving every minute of it.
“Gonna come,” Greg grunted, fists white knuckled in the sheets. “Oh, fuck Col, gonna come.”
Instead of pulling away, as Greg half expected him to, the man took him even further into his mouth, swallowing away, and when Greg exploded, his world exploded with him, leaving him gasping and lightheaded, just at the very edge of an undignified faint.
It was, undoubtedly the best blowjob he’d ever gotten in his life, bar none.
Injured though he was, Colin had the strength to pull himself up to the head of the bed to share Greg’s taste with him. It was bitter from the tobacco, but that was to be expected, and had a slight undercurrent of sweetness to it that Greg, strangely, found himself enjoying. Not that he hadn’t tasted himself in the mouths of others before, but this was…different somehow. Wanting more, he deepened the kiss, delving his tongue into the secret crevices of Colin’s mouth like an explorer mapping his quest. After a long moment, he reluctantly pulled away, needing to breathe. His body was soaked in sweat and he felt about as sated as a cat lying in a puddle of sunshine streaming through the window.
Colin’s hand was cool as it rubbed his overheated belly, and the contrast in temperatures made him shiver in delight. He looked over at his bedmate, grinning. “That was….”
“Unexpected?”
“Completely, but I was gonna say ‘fantastic!’. You are one fuck of a lay, my friend.”
Blushing deeply, Colin dropped his eyes and captured his lower lip between his teeth. “I’m….”
“If you apologize, dude, I’m gonna knock you a good one right upside the head, I swear. You needed something and I was here to provide it. Willingly, I might add.” Reaching his hand down, he realized that he most certainly wasn’t the only one into their lovemaking. “Something tells me you still need something.”
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“Colin,” Greg gasped, finally pulling away from the kiss. “That’s….”
“Shh,” Colin admonished. “I need this, Greg. I need you.”
If anything, those words would have stopped Greg right in his tracks, incredible handjob or no incredible handjob, but when Colin tickled, then yanked on his balls, all that went right out the window. “Fuck!!”
Before he knew it, his t-shirt was history and Colin was bathing his chest like a thirsty dog lapping up fresh, cool water, and then moving down to were he was standing, tall and proud.
Greg tried one last time. He really did. “Col….”
“Shh,” came the expected answer before the coolest, wettest mouth he had ever had the good fortune to feel wrapped itself around his dick and started sucking. Greg’s head slammed down on the flat pillow even as his eyes rolled back in his head and his hands fisted into the sheets threatening to tear the delicate fabric.
Colin’s other hand moved down from his chest to his balls, weighing the sac and rolling each of them around in his palm to Greg’s eternal delight. A squeeze and a tug had him seeing stars, and a twist had his little swimmers lined up at the starting gate, demanding the race start immediately. “Col,” he groaned. “Oh, fuck, Col….”
Knowing the moment was near, Colin took Greg’s cock deep in his mouth and swallowed convulsively while doing things to his balls that left Greg—a master of such activities—gaping for air, clueless and loving every minute of it.
“Gonna come,” Greg grunted, fists white knuckled in the sheets. “Oh, fuck Col, gonna come.”
Instead of pulling away, as Greg half expected him to, the man took him even further into his mouth, swallowing away, and when Greg exploded, his world exploded with him, leaving him gasping and lightheaded, just at the very edge of an undignified faint.
It was, undoubtedly the best blowjob he’d ever gotten in his life, bar none.
Injured though he was, Colin had the strength to pull himself up to the head of the bed to share Greg’s taste with him. It was bitter from the tobacco, but that was to be expected, and had a slight undercurrent of sweetness to it that Greg, strangely, found himself enjoying. Not that he hadn’t tasted himself in the mouths of others before, but this was…different somehow. Wanting more, he deepened the kiss, delving his tongue into the secret crevices of Colin’s mouth like an explorer mapping his quest. After a long moment, he reluctantly pulled away, needing to breathe. His body was soaked in sweat and he felt about as sated as a cat lying in a puddle of sunshine streaming through the window.
Colin’s hand was cool as it rubbed his overheated belly, and the contrast in temperatures made him shiver in delight. He looked over at his bedmate, grinning. “That was….”
“Unexpected?”
“Completely, but I was gonna say ‘fantastic!’. You are one fuck of a lay, my friend.”
Blushing deeply, Colin dropped his eyes and captured his lower lip between his teeth. “I’m….”
“If you apologize, dude, I’m gonna knock you a good one right upside the head, I swear. You needed something and I was here to provide it. Willingly, I might add.” Reaching his hand down, he realized that he most certainly wasn’t the only one into their lovemaking. “Something tells me you still need something.”