My lover, a handsome brown haired man named Johnny, pushed me into the bedroom. He had me sit on the edge of the bed, all while running his soft hands over my body. I felt him rub my cock through the fabric of my pants, and I groaned. He fell to his knees, unbuttoned my jeans, tugged at the edge of my pants, and quickly they were removed entirely. He reached out and rubbed my hardened length trough the thin fabric of my boxers. I gave a grunt of pleasure as he massaged it slowly. He looked up at me and grinned mischievously before pulling my boxers down.
Johnny wrapped his hand around the base of my dick and began to pump up and down. I shuddered at the warmth of his hand. He stopped, leaned his head in, and blew on the purpled head. "Enough," I muttered quietly. I gave him a hard look. "Stop fooling around. Do it."
"Whatever you say, baby," he whispered in a sultry voice. He flicked his tongue out and licked the tip of my penis, lapping up the drop of precum that was on my weeping tip. He pushed my cock up slightly, and licked me from the base to the very tip. I groaned in pleasure. When he reached the tip, he wrapped his mouth around just the head of my member. He placed a hand on my balls and massaged them gently, and then lowered his head until he had covered my penis as completely as he could.
The heat of his mouth was like a furnace. He was so hot and so warm; I resisted the urge to buck my hips hard into his mouth. Then, slowly, far too slowly for my tastes, he began to move his head up and down, covering my cock in saliva. He quickly increased the rate of his bobbing, moving up and down my length with speed. His approach to sucking cock was very animated - he didn't just move up and down, he twisted his mouth as well, which was much more pleasurable.
Consumed with lust, I grabbed the back of his head and began to rock my hips slowly. He stopped moving his head and let me facefuck him. He was entirely too good - he knew how to deep throat, and didn't gag as the tip of my cock hit the back of his throat again and again.
I felt the pressure build up in my cock - there, in my balls, then moving up into the base of my cock. "Johnny," I grunted, "I'm gonna come. What do you-" I groaned loudly. "Can I come on you...?" He nodded slightly. I felt my pleasure increase; I liked to come on his face. It was dirtier, naughtier, and in my opinion, sexier - but he usually didn't let me.
My thrusts increased in rapidity, and I felt myself nearing orgasm. "Ah, I'm gonna, I'm gonna come -!" I thrust hard one final time before pulling out from the heat of his mouth and jerking myself quickly.
My seed sputtered forth. A thin line of the white stickiness hit his cheek; he opened his mouth and I shot my load into his mouth. Almost spent, the last spurt of my ejaculation fell onto his chest.
I exhaled heavily. I hadn't realized I'd been holding my breath. I looked down at him, at my Johnny, covered in my pearly ejaculate. He swallowed what I had shot into his mouth before looking up at me and smiling.
He stood up. "If you'll excuse me, I've got to go...clean up." He gave a sexy, naughty grin. He moved close to me and whispered into my ear, "And when I get back, get ready for some action." He grabbed my butt and gave it a squeeze.
