I thought he'd suffered enough. But we'd reached a crossroads. Would I rather have his blowjob lips wrapped around my cock, lipfucking me, tonguebathing me? Or would I rather have his big, thick blond fuckstick filling my tight little asshole, massaging my prostate until he made me paint the ceiling with my boy-juices? Both sounded good. So I mumbled a quick "Be right back," to fish in my closet for a condom and the bottle of lube in the special box where I kept my toys.
I laid back down on our increasingly rumpled bed and exhaled. I looked at him and said, "Okay. I want you to tonguefuck me. I want to feel your mouth all over me." He was all too eager to oblige, one arm beneath the pillow my head was resting on, his tongue and mouth sucking and exploring my mouth, my neck, his free hand roving all over my body, downwards, neck, nipples, arms, abs, parting my thighs.
"You're so smooth," he whispered. "I've never been with an Asian guy before. Actually you're only the second guy I've ever been with."
I rolled my eyes. "Mmm. First time for everything, blondie. Keep manhandling me." He responded by kissing me, cupping my balls and slowly making his way up the shaft, gripping it with his hot hand, using his thumb and forefinger to smooth my juices down from the head, and then a long, tortuous trip down from the head. He was making me fuck his hand with my own freeflowing precum as the lube.
"Oooooooh, that feels nice. Yeah, play with me. Jerk me off. Yeah. . . long, slow strokes. Ummmm," I breathed.
He was soon kissing his way down, sucking on the hollow of my throat, lightly biting a nipple and swirling a tongue around it, a furtive flick of the tongue into the navel and then, light kisses down the groin, pausing, before engulfing my entire length in the heat and wetness of his mouth, trying to deep throat me.
"Aaaaah, yesss! That's. . . mmmm. Aaaaaah!" I gasped, eyes shut tight with pleasure. He swirled his wet tongue all along the sensitive underside of the shaft, up and down, lips forming a tight, wet ring around the head and shaft, moving up and down, up and down, driving me wild with the sensations. One hand was working between my nipple, pinching and squeezing, and the inside of my thigh. Another rough, hot hand was caressing and tugging on my silken, bloated ballsac.
"God! Yesss! Keep doing that . . . keep eating me! Keep eating my cock!" I babbled. With my manmeat stuffed in his mouth, he just hummed in response. The vibration was incredible and made me even harder, if that was possible. "Gonna cum soon. . ." I warned.
He stopped.
"Mm-hmm. I think *somebody* liked that," he smirked. He let me slip deliciously from his lips and moved back up to slip me the tongue, to share my juices with me. I could taste myself on him, that tangy pre-cum taste I was so familiar with. And with his weight on me, his hard cock pressing and leaving a slick trail on my tummy, I thought there was only one other thing left to do.
