"You do, like this you mean?" I took a handful of him through his chino's - unzipping him to sample the flavour to which I had grown accustomed. His rich deep pungent salty flavour was a delight to very slowly enjoy even before I had pulled him though his Chino's - I just had to enjoy, then as I did the thrill of edging my fingers into his crutch to find the warmth of his firm balls, gradually unzipping all and stripping him right down as I continued to suck him firmly and with all the passion I could endure.
Ken nodded as I looked up, caught his eyes as he peered down at me sniffing and tasting him below. He had such a wonderful feel about him, almost like silk and the feel of that very firm and pliable erection was enough to keep me amused for a long time, just kneeling there between his opened thighs, just knowing that it was all there for me to enjoy - knowing that later, after the foreplay, I would enjoy his erection a different way, to feel it tight inside me, gearing up for the fuck to which I had been
accustomed, very thrusting and very deep, I simply adored all Ken could give me, he aroused me no end, I cannot get enough of him, I simply cannot. When we are parted I dream of him there beside me, when we were last together he let me, after some persuasion, promising that it would be just for my eyes. To camcord the biggest suck I had given him ever - and now in the middle of the week, which seems furthest away from the time I would be with him once more, I wanked fearlessly to the image of his throbbing cock palpitating in my mouth, seeing it cum like that, it was the first time I had sucked him off to the degree that I sucked his cum. It had taken a few weeks to get to that stage but that weekend, and given the camcorder, I wanted it to be something to really remember and, seeing it from another perspective, seeing just how I was sucking cock and how he was enjoying, that was really something to keep forever and , during that first week when I showed the pictures on my new 32" wide screen TV I must have wanked myself numb. Certainly by the time Saturday came, the day before I was due to see Ken again, I was well sore. But it didn't matter, I would do all the cocking and balling anyway, and enjoy his fuck at the end, that's how it was. I looked forward to being all ass for him, he knew that too, I geared him up so beautifully as I sucked and deep throated him, tasting him in my throat afterwards as he fucked me, it was divine and lovely, it was special, the touch and feel of his always ready pungent and pliable cock, loving to feel it grow in my mouth as I balled him, that certain special feeling that one could never fully describe or explain, just the wonder of beautifully poised cock so warm, so placid, and so good to taste and smell, that certain pungency that can only relate to what a cock is all about, to tease it back until the foreskin rolls back over the head, and then to practice doing it with my mouth and tongue, now that was really so thrilling for us both.
"Suck my P-Hole?" Ken asked so eagerly. How could I refuse. And when I did, when I held it back against his navel, that throbbing hulk of throbbing cock, I relented and tasted p-hole for the first time, a dribble of pre-cum as well.
"Like this?" I returned teasing my tongue around its head and then poking it into the small orifice, tasting the saltiness of the ore-cum.
