He began to stroke me with a firm grasp.
"What would you say they were?"
"
I
would say they were thoroughly debased by a man I've just met."
"Then maybe you need to develop a better taste in men."
A drop of pre-come had formed at the head of my cock; he licked it off and continued rubbing me as if uninterrupted.
"Perhaps, though I can't imagine finding a
better tasting
man."
He brought his lips to the tip of my cock once more, and brought me into his mouth. I groaned as he pushed himself further over me, until I could feel the back of his throat. He moaned around me, making delicious vibrations that sent shivers up my back. I watched him as he pulled back, his tongue trailing behind, then twirled it around the head as he reached it. I closed my eyes.
"Mmm, that feels good." I lowered my hands to his muscular shoulders and massaged them while he continued to lusciously suck on my dick.
He brought his hands to my thighs and kneaded them with his fingers, his head faithfully bobbing over me. His tongue made small circles around me, with his full lips carefully sheathing his teeth. As he pulled away then back again, his saliva left my cock invitingly shiny and wet. He got progressively noisier in his actions, both in his moaning and the sexy slurping sounds he made as he worked over me.
One of his hands smoothed its way from my thigh, to between my legs, and up until he could reach my testicles. With one finger he tentatively stroked me, a small whimper escaping me as he did. Encouraged, he weighed and fondled my sack in his hand.
He slipped me out of his mouth, and, trailing his tongue along my shaft as he went, brought his lips to the sensitive balls. With his tongue, he willed one into his mouth; he softly sucked while his tongue ran around it. He opened his mouth slightly and let it fall out longingly, before bringing the one beside it inside to fill the abandoned space. His lips enveloped the delicate sac, his tongue gently caressing it with the perfect amount of pressure, and sucking with just enough force.
Too soon, he tired of this; his lips pulled back with a
pop
as he released me. With one hand, he cradled my now-wet balls as his tongue ran along the underside of my cock. He grasped my shaft with his other hand when his tongue reached my slit, where more pre-cum had begun to gather and dribble down. He hastily licked it up, and brought his attention to the head of my cock. He swirled his tongue around it and sucked in a way that made me shake. His hands, too, were not laying idle in the midst of this; he played with my balls with one hand, and firmly stroked me with the other.
I held onto his shoulders tighter as a particularly strong wave of pleasure washed over me. I opened my eyes and looked down to see him fully immersed in the task at hand. And, I must say, there are not many things hotter in this world than watching an attractive man work over my cock with as much enthusiasm as Julian. His own eyes were shut closed as he slaved over my dick, seemingly oblivious to my kneading fingers and staring gaze.
"Ooh, Julian, it feels too fucking good," I groaned. He ignored me, and kept with his established, excruciatingly heavenly rhythm. "Fuck, Julian, you have to stop."
He did so, looking up at me with his hands still in place, and an ever-so-slight look of annoyance.
"I wasn't done yet," he gave me a sexy pout, his hands continuing their meditations upon me.
"Well, I was close to it, whether either of us liked it or not."
He ran his fingers over and around the head of my dick.
"Maybe that's what I was going for," he argued as he brought me back into his mouth.
I enjoyed his persistence, but was not about the be persuaded to put an untimely end to our night. I pushed him away with a heavy sigh. He regarded me with a raised eyebrow.
"Stop being so damned snarky," I demanded. This outburst made a rueful smile appear on his features, which I found far more acceptable. "Get up here, and let me kiss your stupid smug lips."
"They may be stupid and smug, but you didn't seem to mind when I had your balls between them," he retorted as he rose.
"When did I say I minded them," I asked as I brought the lips in question to mine.
He pressed himself to me holding the opening to my shirt, while my hands went to his belt buckle. I fumbled with it for a moment, before figuring it out and opening it - I unbuckled the button at the top of his trousers, then lowered his zipper. Beneath his trousers he was, of course, also without underwear. I caressed him in the space where his pants were opened, making him moan.
"I don't believe we'll be needing these," I mumbled as I pushed down the waistband of his trousers. He helped me wiggle them off, until they fell softly to our feet. He shoved my shirt over my shoulders, and finally, we were nude before each other.
Our hands each ran over the other's body, exploring for the first time without the barrier of clothing. With my hips, I guided him to the bed until it hit the back of his legs. I grinded against him, holding him to me from just above his ass. His hands frisked my back with his nails lightly trailing along, and moaned into my mouth as he felt the bed against his legs. He dug his nails into me, and I kissed him harder in response.
I lowered my hands over his ass and cupped it in my palms; he thrusted his crotch flush against mine with a sigh. I took my lips from his and kissed from the corner of his lips to his jaw, and along his jawline. My thumbs dipped into the valley between his ass cheeks, while I kissed and sucked at the crook of his neck. He turned limp in my arms as I did, his head lolling to the side to allow me wider access. I held his cheeks individually in each hand, my fingers burrowed between to separate them. I gave them a squeeze, which drew out a long moan from Julian in return.
I could feel his hardened length desperately reaching against my groin. His nails sank into my skin with a delightful twinge of pain, making my hold on him even tighter. I bit his neck, licked where I bit, sucked where I licked, kissed where I sucked.
I pushed him onto the bed, where he fell on his back. He looked up at me with hooded eyes, lips slightly parted, cock pointing straight up; the very picture of lust. I climbed on top of him and lowered myself to bring our lips together. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths, my hands holding his face, his twined in my hair. We were callous and coarse in our kiss, a mingling of hissing and groans. He secured my face to his roughly; I let my hands travel from his face to his neck and down his chest.
With one hand, I began to toy with one of his nipples, bringing forth a sigh from him. I rolled the pebbled peak between my fingers, pinching it intermittently. He squirmed against me with a moan. I traced small kisses from his lips to his chin, along his neck, and down his chest. I brushed my lips across his chest, before they came upon his nipple. I enveloped the small point in my mouth and sucked on it. Julian made sweet sounds of pleasure as I did, encouraging me further. My tongue circled around it and over it, teasing and toying with him. With one hand I played with his other nipple in the same way I had the first, and my other hand stroked the side of his body; I ran it over his chest, torso, hips, and following the curve of his ass. I bit his nipple lightly, causing him to tug at my hair and let out a soft cry.
I pulled my mouth away and blew cold air onto the tightening bud. He sharply drew in a breath as I did, then exhaled out languidly with clear content. I licked in a long stroke from one side of his chest to the other, where I was met by his other, waiting nipple. I easily encased it in my mouth, giving it the same treatment I had to its twin. My hands switched places, so it would then allow me to play with his newly abandoned nipple, as well as trail my hand over the other side of his body. He writhed beneath my touch, his back arching upwards against me.
I slipped my hand in the space between the bed and his arched back, gliding it along his smooth skin to his ass. I caressed him, wrapping my hand around his cheek, and squeezing it to my satisfaction. I bent to place a kiss on his bobbing Adam's apple, where his breath had caught.
"I see you don't mind the ass grabbing now, do you," I murmured as I ran my nose along his neck.
"They seem to be most enjoyable in private," he agreed. "Though I do recall a mention of 'ass
biting'
, as you put it."
"Oh, baby," I simpered at him; he gave me a coquettish expression of his own, as if to challenge me. "Alright, I'm going to need you to turn around."
He obliged willingly, flipping over onto his stomach for me with glee. He propped himself up with his elbows, with his head hanging down betweem, and his body splayed out before me. I admired his shapely back that tapered into a gorgeously sculpted ass, and fine, strong legs below it. Above his ass were sexy, dimpled dents.
Oh, yes - we need to start there.
"Fold your legs beneath you," I directed him.
He did so immediately, and his ass was presented to me like a gift. I scratched down his spine with my nails, following with quick kisses. As I reached the base of his back, my lips went to the small dents at the base of his back. I sucked at the soft flesh, licked it luxuriously, before kissing my way the the other side - I repeated the practice on the second dip, before going back to the middle of his back.
The crack of his ass was just an inch away from my mouth; not wanting to be a complete and utter tease, I licked it with a long, wet stroke. I followed the curve of him with my tongue, not pushing it in any deeper, just happy to run it along the surface. He seemed to be fine with that, as evident by the almost musical groans he let out. I nuzzled against his ass for a moment, before pulling back and kissing a spot on his right cheek. He just about melted into the mattress at that point, so to keep him on his toes - and to
greatly
add to my satisfaction - I clamped my teeth down over the spot where I'd kissed him. He cried out in surprise, which spurred me to mimic my actions on his left cheek - first a kiss, then a small bite. I repeated the process a handful or more times all over his beautiful rear end, until he was thrashing and moaning inconsolably.
