Page 20 of Daddy Down Under

In fact, my mouth watered just looking at him. His cock wasn’t overly long, but he had girth, and I loved a challenge. I rolled onto my stomach, then scooted over until I was close enough to him. I saw no reason to play coy or hide my eagerness as I took him in my right hand. I loved how thick he felt, his cock pulsing as I held him.

My first taste was a tentative lick, and I moaned when his saltiness hit my tongue. I loved suckling. I’d once had a lover named Jean-Pierre, a French chef who had been as talented in bed as in the kitchen, and he’d gotten me hooked on suckling. Many nights, I’d fallen asleep with his spent cock in my mouth. Good memories.

Wasn’t it interesting how every dick smelled different? How each one had a unique flavor? Ocean’s seemed extra salty, or maybe that was my imagination because I knew he spent a lot of time in the water.

I sucked the tip into my mouth. God, I loved the feel of him on my tongue, that heavy weight. I explored his slit with the tip of my tongue, then circled it around his cockhead. Adding a bit more saliva, I lapped around his dick, then went back to the head, this time focusing on the frenulum. My own was sensitive, so I loved a bit of tongue action there.

Ocean let out a low moan, and his hands threaded through my hair. He didn’t pull or put pressure on it—not yet anyway—but I loved the possibilities.

I used the flat side of my tongue to lick from the bottom of his shaft to the tip and back again. With some extra spit, his cock was now all slick and shiny, perfect for adding a little hand action to the mix.

Keeping the tip in my mouth, I wrapped my right hand around his cock. Every time I took him in, I added a little wrist twist as I moved my hand up and down. Sure, I could immediately jump to deepthroating him, but why skip the appetizer and go straight for the main course?

Ocean’s hand tightened, and he was panting now, all his muscles tight. I let go of his cock for a moment to nuzzle his balls. They were tight enough to take them into my mouth.

“Jesus, you’re good at this,” Ocean groaned. “I’m fighting to hold still.”

He wanted to actively fuck my mouth? Hell yes. Not that I was getting bored doing things my way, but I loved a good skull fuck. Surprisingly, few men were okay with it, too scared they’d hurt me.

So I rolled onto my back and let go of him. Ocean made a sound of protest, and I chuckled. “I’m changing position so you have a better angle.”

His eyes lit up. “You want me to…?”

“Feed me your cock? Yes, please.”

He scrambled to his knees and slung his leg over my chest, straddling me. I’d barely opened my mouth when he pushed in. My head wasn’t at the ideal angle, so I tilted back and relaxed my throat.

I’d expected him to sink in all the way, but he took my right hand and placed it on his thigh. “Tap out if necessary.”

Wow, he really took safety seriously, didn’t he? Or maybe his concern was to make sure he had continuing consent. Either way, it was a novel experience that I found incredibly sexy.

I squeezed his thigh to signal I understood. Only then did he lean forward and feed me his cock. He still went slow, making sure I wasn’t protesting. As if I would object to having my mouth full of cock. I swear, if I died because I choked on a fat cock, it would be an amazing way to go.

“Fuck, what a gorgeous sight,” Ocean growled as he buried his cock in my throat. His balls rested against my chin, and my eyes watered from the pressure. “Your mouth is so fucking hot and wet.”

He pulled back, and I sucked in a deep, raspy breath. He gave me a few seconds, then slid in again, this time with a little more speed. His eyes never left mine, constantly searching my face. If he was waiting for me to protest, he’d be here a long time. I hummed around his cock, squeezing his thigh at the same time, hoping he’d get the hint.

He did. His eyes darkened as his hips snapped, and for the first time, he drove into me with force, shoving his cock down my throat. Now we were in business.

My eyes watered even more and drool dripped off my chin, but I didn’t care. I had a fat cock in my mouth, and I was in fucking heaven. And the best thing was that I didn’t have to do anything except open my mouth, relax my throat, and let Ocean use me.

Why did this feel so good? It had never made sense to me. On the surface, it seemed demeaning to be used like this, maybe even a little humiliating and degrading. It was the kind of stuff I encountered a lot in porn, but that seemed a little too out there for real life. Except I lived for this.

Even now, while Ocean was fucking my mouth, a strange mental peace came over me. Like nothing else mattered but this. Like I didn’t have to worry about anything and could let it all go for a few minutes. Like I didn’t matter, yet I was fulfilling some kind of purpose, pleasing someone else. And all that time, my own body reacted, my cock as hard as if I were the one receiving instead of giving.

“Almost there,” Ocean panted. “So fucking close.”

I wanted to taste him, so he’d better not deprive me of that.

Ocean’s hand tightened in my hair, the grip borderline painful. He stayed shallow now, and I hollowed my cheeks, providing as much suction as possible.

He jerked, then cried out as he shot his load into my mouth. I swallowed eagerly, barely fast enough for the second spurt that erupted from his cock. After that, a few drops came, and I licked those up too, carefully cleaning him.

Our eyes met when my tongue circled his tip. His widened. Shit, should I stop? But he felt so good in my mouth. My throat hurt a bit, but suckling him made it better.

Ocean withdrew, and I swallowed back the sound of protest. He turned on his side, then gestured at me to position myself between his legs. I frowned in confusion. What was he trying to do?

“It’s more comfortable for both of us,” he said, and then I understood. My cheeks heated. Would he think me weird for liking this?

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