I had to pull the cloth out far from his body to let his cock spring free.
When it did, it jolted up in the air with a bounce, stiff and hard.
I stared at it, fascinated and lustful…
And slowly took it in my hand.
The skin was feverishly hot but velvety soft.
I looked up at his face.
“Go ahead,” he murmured. “Do whatever you want.”
I held the thick base of his cock in my hand…
And then I leaned forward and kissed it.
Maybe it was stupid or too innocent.
I didn’t know what to do to please him…
But what Ididknow was I wanted to feel my lips on his cock.
I kissed his swollen head…
Then the underside of his shaft…
And then the side…
Tiny, soft kisses with my eyes closed…
Feeling his scorching heat on my lips…
Smelling his manly scent.
Then I licked him.
Just a tiny, soft, wet stroke of my tongue.
I loved his taste: clean skin and the tiniest bit of salt.
My tongue traced down the side of his cock…
And then I licked him some more underneath.
He threw his head back and groaned…
…so I guess he liked it.
I knowIliked it.
I began to lick him up and down like an ice cream cone.
His cock spasmed in my hand, and a dew drop of liquid appeared at the slit in his crown.
I licked that, and it was even saltier.
I put my lips slowly over his tip and got his swollen head all the way in my mouth.