"If you're not careful, I'm going to to cum in your mouth," I say.
His reply was to take my cock back into his mouth and work at it with renewed vigor, pumping more of my cock into his mouth with each down-stroke until he had the whole cock in. My cock head was lodged in his throat and he worked his swallowing muscles on it.
Withdrawing about halfway and plunging back down again. By now, his breath was coming in quick gasps and my cock was rapidly twitching. I was ready to blow any second. He kept the head of my cock deep in his throat, working it. Making it feel like fucking a pussy.
In many ways it's much better than pussy. Mainly because he's so damn good at it. Also cause you can look down and see him working it like he loves what he's doing. He does love what he's doing so much that he almost makes more noise than I do. Moans and grunts and looking up at me. It seems as though there is a twinkle in his eyes.
I can feel the tingling in my groin and balls. I reach down and clasp his head pulling him into me. "It's cumming, Fred. My love juice is cumming, get ready to swallow. Drink me dry. It's good, it's so good. Now, now, now," I say.
He's massaging my perineum, still squeezing my balls, swallowing and sucking. It feels as though the cum is going to explode out the back of his head. I shoot and shoot and he swallows and swallows. Finally after what seems like minuets, I know I'm drained. Fred lets my cock flop out of his mouth, releases my balls and panting, he collapses.
Finally, both of us flop into our chairs and relax. It's a good thing we live basically in the boonies. We sure couldn't have all this naked outdoor activity in the city. Unless of course we had a tall fence. It sure is nice and without any anxiety. A bed, couch or carpeted floor is more comfortable than a porch but you take the opportunity when it cums available.
Fred is smiling and says, "That was great. Just one question. Was it as good or better than Jackie? Does it help you make your decision? Who's it gonna be Mack."
