I thought it would remain a fantasy...
I had thought about it before, sucking cock. The thought of it did turn me on. Pictures of cock did excite me, but it was only a fantasy...
We had too much to drink. We stumbled in and tried to be quiet, we didn't want to wake anyone. Collapsing on the bed, both nearly passed out, I layed awake with my urges. Oh, how badly I wanted to try it. Thoughts of it occupied way too much of my time and fantasies. Laying there, just thinking about it made my cock stir and my pulse race. Almost subconciously, I moved against him there on the bed. I felt such a strong, curious desire. My heart thumped in my ears, silently, nervously. I layed there next to him, trying to process the moment and my feelings. Oh, the feelings were so strong! My hunger and lust, so, so powerful. But, I couldn't. I was just too nervous. Maybe, I will just move a little closer...
Oh, this just made it worse. And, he didn't move away. Did he like having me so close? Was he encouraging me? Was he passed out? In my alcohol induced haze, somehow it made sense. I leaned my head against his side. I had never been so close to a cock before and it sent my urges into overdrive. What if he said something? What if he rejected me? I could explain it away right? I was just drunk, right? I moved to my side, now almost facing him as he layed there. Him on his back, me on my side. I stared at his crotch, so hungry and curious, just so much desire. I moved my hand to his thigh. Could he hear my heart pounding? Could he feel it pounding against him? Oh, his cock was so close. But, what would I even do, anyways? What would I do if he wanted me to swallow his cum, anyways? Would I do it? Yes, I thought to myself. Yes, I would swallow his cum.
The thought made me even more aroused. My lust and desire pushed me, urged me on. How could lust for cock be this strong? How could it be this overpowering? Pushing me past my nerves, past my fears, pushing me to what deep down, I so very much craved. Perhaps freed by my drunken state. I let my finger tips gaze over his jeans, where I thought his cock to be. A rush came over me. I felt light headed. Was that just from the alcohol or was it something more? I held me breath in silence, waiting to see if there was a response. Holding my breath or simply unable to breath, I felt his manhood through the material. A tingle came over me and a surge of electricity. I felt my own cock pulse and stir. It was so sensual, so sexual, I discovered. It was an excitement and arousal on another level. Could I take this further? Oh, how I wanted too.
Holding still, frozen, I waited in silence to see if he stirred. I imagined I would be trembling at this moment, but lust had overcome it, I guess. Slowly, cautiously, I moved my fingers to his waistband and gently tugged on his jeans buttons. In the silence, it seemed so loud, pop, pop, pop. The sound of the buttons on his fly popping open seemed deafening. Again, I held my breath and froze. My heart was pounding out of my chest and thumped in my ears as I slipped my finger tips under his fly and felt his underwear. Hungerly, desperately, my fingers felt for his cock. Afraid to look up, afraid to have him see me, I kept my head down against him and lived through my touch. Warm, wonderful, incredible cock! I felt it. I traced over it and around it. I felt my mouth water. Oh, how I wanted to taste it, to feel it against my eager lips. It felt so incredible. This was a lust and pleasure unlike any other. One I had never felt before. Touching him brought sensations, such wonderful, powerful sensations. It felt as if my mind and body had begun to melt.
Oh, yes! I felt his cock begin to swell. Oh, gosh yes! He became firmer and thicker under my finger tips. I was lost now. There was no way I couldn't have it in my mouth. I had no other thought. My world was entirely the lust for cock.
I fumbled with it, trying to free it. Slowly, cautiously, I reached in his underwears opening and touched the warm, soft skin of his dick. It sent waves through me and I felt my own precum flow and leak. How could this feel so good? Nothing had ever felt better! I felt him and carefully pulled his cock through. I had to look, I had to see it! Slowly, I tilted my head. Seeing cock just inches from my face took my breath away. There was such urge, such urgency. Nothing else mattered. I moved my mouth towards it and felt it on my lips. Cock! Oh my, cock! If I had built it up in my mind and in my fantasies, I did not do it justice. I knew in an instant. So warm, so hard now against my lips. I felt my eyes roll back and my head begin to spin. This was almost indescribable. This was such pleasure. I ran my lips along it. I savored it. Gosh, he was so hard now. So wonderfully hard. I want more so much, so badly. I had to have it in my mouth. I ran my lips up to his tip and slid them over his cock's head. So full, what a wonderful, full feeling. How could it feel this good? How could it taste this good? How could this bring me such powerful pleasure?
I noticed his hand at his side. His fist grasped and clutched at the bedding. He was awake! He had to be! His hand, that clawing, gripping, grasp... Oh, this must feel sooo good to him! Somehow, that made me smile and bring me a strange sense of satisfaction. Yes, let that orgasm build! Lose yourself to the pleasure! I moaned without thinking. Gosh, his cock tasted and felt good. The thought floated in and out of of conscious. Barely able to focus on anything but my rythmic pleasuring of his hard dick. More of it, if this is my only chance, I want more of it. I moved my lips further down his shaft. Craning, postioning myself, I took more of his delicious, thick cock. I felt his cock's head against the back of my throat. Oh, it's so big! Oh, I want to feel more! Yes, I held it in my throat. I couldn't, wouldn't, breath. What erotic pleasure! A cock loving pleasure! His back arched off the bed. This must feel so good to him! Fuck, I just moaned out, loud, this time. He must know now, I thought. Of course he did, yet in that fantasy of a moment, that fact didn't register. I was so focused on the cock in my mouth and the sensual feeling it gave me between my legs. Only one thing could make this complete. There was only one thng I craved and needed. As I sucked him, I began to will his cum out. I found myself quietly begging for his cum. Each movement up and down him was for that purpose. Each wet, erotic pass of my lips over and around his cock's head was for a singular focus. Oh, I want cum! Oh please, let me taste cum! Up and down him, up and down him. The first warm, powerful burst caught me off guard. There was no warning, I don't know what I was expecting. So focused, the shock of the force, the thick texure and surprise, I pulled my mouth off of him. I felt a smile and ecstasy come over me as shock turned to joy, as his sperm splashed across my face. I sucked him harder and faster now, tasting, savoring and swallowing every drop as he twitched and shook. Knowing how sensitive a cock can become, almost lovingly I held him between my lips and let him finish. I could feel him pulse and throb, it was thrilling! It was loving, a now fully realized love of cock.
I layed back. I could not stop smiling. The feel, the taste of his cum. On my face and on my tongue. My hand moved to my own cock and slipped under my wasitband. I was soaked in my own precum. Such an amazing lube, I rubbed circles over my cock's head. Over and over, sucking cock and making it cum played in my mind. With a smile on my face, I came. Laying there, next to him, I came.
We had too much to drink. We stumbled in and tried to be quiet, we didn't want to wake anyone. Collapsing on the bed, both nearly passed out, I layed awake with my urges. Oh, how badly I wanted to try it. Thoughts of it occupied way too much of my time and fantasies. Laying there, just thinking about it made my cock stir and my pulse race. Almost subconciously, I moved against him there on the bed. I felt such a strong, curious desire. My heart thumped in my ears, silently, nervously. I layed there next to him, trying to process the moment and my feelings. Oh, the feelings were so strong! My hunger and lust, so, so powerful. But, I couldn't. I was just too nervous. Maybe, I will just move a little closer...
Oh, this just made it worse. And, he didn't move away. Did he like having me so close? Was he encouraging me? Was he passed out? In my alcohol induced haze, somehow it made sense. I leaned my head against his side. I had never been so close to a cock before and it sent my urges into overdrive. What if he said something? What if he rejected me? I could explain it away right? I was just drunk, right? I moved to my side, now almost facing him as he layed there. Him on his back, me on my side. I stared at his crotch, so hungry and curious, just so much desire. I moved my hand to his thigh. Could he hear my heart pounding? Could he feel it pounding against him? Oh, his cock was so close. But, what would I even do, anyways? What would I do if he wanted me to swallow his cum, anyways? Would I do it? Yes, I thought to myself. Yes, I would swallow his cum.
The thought made me even more aroused. My lust and desire pushed me, urged me on. How could lust for cock be this strong? How could it be this overpowering? Pushing me past my nerves, past my fears, pushing me to what deep down, I so very much craved. Perhaps freed by my drunken state. I let my finger tips gaze over his jeans, where I thought his cock to be. A rush came over me. I felt light headed. Was that just from the alcohol or was it something more? I held me breath in silence, waiting to see if there was a response. Holding my breath or simply unable to breath, I felt his manhood through the material. A tingle came over me and a surge of electricity. I felt my own cock pulse and stir. It was so sensual, so sexual, I discovered. It was an excitement and arousal on another level. Could I take this further? Oh, how I wanted too.
Holding still, frozen, I waited in silence to see if he stirred. I imagined I would be trembling at this moment, but lust had overcome it, I guess. Slowly, cautiously, I moved my fingers to his waistband and gently tugged on his jeans buttons. In the silence, it seemed so loud, pop, pop, pop. The sound of the buttons on his fly popping open seemed deafening. Again, I held my breath and froze. My heart was pounding out of my chest and thumped in my ears as I slipped my finger tips under his fly and felt his underwear. Hungerly, desperately, my fingers felt for his cock. Afraid to look up, afraid to have him see me, I kept my head down against him and lived through my touch. Warm, wonderful, incredible cock! I felt it. I traced over it and around it. I felt my mouth water. Oh, how I wanted to taste it, to feel it against my eager lips. It felt so incredible. This was a lust and pleasure unlike any other. One I had never felt before. Touching him brought sensations, such wonderful, powerful sensations. It felt as if my mind and body had begun to melt.
Oh, yes! I felt his cock begin to swell. Oh, gosh yes! He became firmer and thicker under my finger tips. I was lost now. There was no way I couldn't have it in my mouth. I had no other thought. My world was entirely the lust for cock.
I fumbled with it, trying to free it. Slowly, cautiously, I reached in his underwears opening and touched the warm, soft skin of his dick. It sent waves through me and I felt my own precum flow and leak. How could this feel so good? Nothing had ever felt better! I felt him and carefully pulled his cock through. I had to look, I had to see it! Slowly, I tilted my head. Seeing cock just inches from my face took my breath away. There was such urge, such urgency. Nothing else mattered. I moved my mouth towards it and felt it on my lips. Cock! Oh my, cock! If I had built it up in my mind and in my fantasies, I did not do it justice. I knew in an instant. So warm, so hard now against my lips. I felt my eyes roll back and my head begin to spin. This was almost indescribable. This was such pleasure. I ran my lips along it. I savored it. Gosh, he was so hard now. So wonderfully hard. I want more so much, so badly. I had to have it in my mouth. I ran my lips up to his tip and slid them over his cock's head. So full, what a wonderful, full feeling. How could it feel this good? How could it taste this good? How could this bring me such powerful pleasure?
I noticed his hand at his side. His fist grasped and clutched at the bedding. He was awake! He had to be! His hand, that clawing, gripping, grasp... Oh, this must feel sooo good to him! Somehow, that made me smile and bring me a strange sense of satisfaction. Yes, let that orgasm build! Lose yourself to the pleasure! I moaned without thinking. Gosh, his cock tasted and felt good. The thought floated in and out of of conscious. Barely able to focus on anything but my rythmic pleasuring of his hard dick. More of it, if this is my only chance, I want more of it. I moved my lips further down his shaft. Craning, postioning myself, I took more of his delicious, thick cock. I felt his cock's head against the back of my throat. Oh, it's so big! Oh, I want to feel more! Yes, I held it in my throat. I couldn't, wouldn't, breath. What erotic pleasure! A cock loving pleasure! His back arched off the bed. This must feel so good to him! Fuck, I just moaned out, loud, this time. He must know now, I thought. Of course he did, yet in that fantasy of a moment, that fact didn't register. I was so focused on the cock in my mouth and the sensual feeling it gave me between my legs. Only one thing could make this complete. There was only one thng I craved and needed. As I sucked him, I began to will his cum out. I found myself quietly begging for his cum. Each movement up and down him was for that purpose. Each wet, erotic pass of my lips over and around his cock's head was for a singular focus. Oh, I want cum! Oh please, let me taste cum! Up and down him, up and down him. The first warm, powerful burst caught me off guard. There was no warning, I don't know what I was expecting. So focused, the shock of the force, the thick texure and surprise, I pulled my mouth off of him. I felt a smile and ecstasy come over me as shock turned to joy, as his sperm splashed across my face. I sucked him harder and faster now, tasting, savoring and swallowing every drop as he twitched and shook. Knowing how sensitive a cock can become, almost lovingly I held him between my lips and let him finish. I could feel him pulse and throb, it was thrilling! It was loving, a now fully realized love of cock.
I layed back. I could not stop smiling. The feel, the taste of his cum. On my face and on my tongue. My hand moved to my own cock and slipped under my wasitband. I was soaked in my own precum. Such an amazing lube, I rubbed circles over my cock's head. Over and over, sucking cock and making it cum played in my mind. With a smile on my face, I came. Laying there, next to him, I came.
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