I try to return the feeling to Jim.
As Jim is sitting back on his heels I get up onto my knees and crawl to him. I take his face into my hands and kiss him full on the mouth. We had both discussed this and both were not sure how we would react. At this moment I really didn't care. He had gotten me off so well that all I wanted to do was share the feeling; he could tell me if he didn't like anything I would do.
He seemed to be surprised at first but when I stuck my tongue in his mouth searching for any of my cum left over I felt him relax and get into the moment. He put a hand behind my head and pulled me even closer to him and started tonguing my mouth too.
I reach down to hold his impressive cock. This is the moment I have fantasized for so long. He is much bigger than me and I am surprised by how hot he feels in my hand. My hand can only cover the middle of his cock leaving both top and bottom free. I slowly stroke back and froth. His cock is so hard but somewhat soft at the same time.
I take his balls into my other hand and hold them in my palm.
Still tongue fucking each others mouth I am stroking his throbbing cock and rolling his balls in my hand.
I take my hand from his balls and push it on his chest so that he falls back onto the bed. I spread his legs and get between them. I am consumed with the thought of his cock. The foreskin fascinates me beyond belief. I stroke him covering and uncovering his purple crown. His cock is smooth with no bulging veins sometimes seen in pictures. It is seven inches of long, smooth, hot sex just begging for my attention. I inspect it like I have never seen one before. I haven't, my cock is the only one I have ever experienced and this is like the first time all over again. I can see the lines in the skin on his cock head as I expose it from the foreskin. I think this is just like a fingerprint. I don't think we will see a cock print on our passports just yet, but know if I see another hundred cocks in my hand there will never be another first.
Jim is all but forgotten, all that matters is his cock, his center. It is like the rest of the picture is out of focus and my mouth is drawn to it. I have been orally obsessed for as long as I can remember. I ate a lot of pussy before I ever put my cock into one.
I have my hand on the center of his cock leaving about 3 inches from the head exposed. I open my mouth and take this into it. I close my mouth and lips on a cock for the first time and it amazes me how hot it feels. I am surprised at how strong it feels in my mouth. I had been so fearful of some of the tasteless labels this act can bring that I had waited forever to try it.
Well I am now a cock sucker and really don't feel any different than after the first time I ate a girl in the back seat of a 67 Mustang. This is just sex, but also a sharing, something between two consenting people and I am not changed. Wiping this from my mind I return to the cock in my mouth.
My mouth is full of spit which I swirl around and over his cock. I run my tongue over him and hear his moans. I had almost forgotten Jim was attached to this wonderful organ. I move my hand from his shaft to his balls and try to take as much of him into my mouth as possible. When I feel his cock head hit the back of my throat I still have some left unsucked. I decide to concentrate on what I can handle now and start making love to his cock.
I move my head back and forth sucking his cock in and out. I run my tongue around and under the shaft until just the crown is in my mouth and a suck on it like it was the last thing I will ever do. I work his foreskin back and forth sucking it beyond the end of his cock.I roll it between my lips sucking it, running my tongue tip into it to lick his cock head.