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72 Hours Till BJ Time free porn video
The second time I sucked another man’s cock was sensational!
My first time, about a year previous, was enjoyable (See my earlier post: Would You Suck This), but come the second time around I’d lost a few of my inhibitions and I couldn’t wait for it to happen. Like the first time I began by advertising on Craigslist and I had been doing so for quite some time, almost giving up all hope of finding a suitable partner when the right guy suddenly got in touch. He sounded perfect and had a terrific looking cock! (See for yourself in my photo galleries.) I promptly responded and we were quickly batting emails to and fro, checking each other out before eventually agreeing on a date to meet. We picked a mutually convenient hotel in central London for the Friday afternoon of the following week.
Like me James was orally bi but otherwise straight. Neither of us were into kissing and cuddling etcetera and definitely nothing anal. Save all that for the ladies. It was just a cock thing and we were both getting desperate for a quality sucking session. Friday afternoon couldn’t come around quick enough; especially as I had my last wank prior to our meeting on the Tuesday morning which, ok, it gave my balls three whole days to work on a special delivery but it left the rest of me with a truck load of sexual tension. I spent the entire 72+ hours till BJ Time dying for a wank. I could’ve killed for one!
Friday came. Yippee!
I’d spent eons in the shower, shaving my cock and balls all nice and smooth, choosing what to wear and whatnot and was finally on the tube into the West End and well on the way to sucking another guy’s cock. Not long to go now. I checked into the hotel, picked up the room key and sauntered into the bar. Twenty minutes early. Pint of cooking lager to calm me down. Ripped off paying for the stuff. Now he’s twenty minutes late. Another pint of cooking lager. Another fucking rip off. Another ten minutes. Then…. Tah Dah!! He shows up. Like some magician just pulled him out of a hat. He’d better be worth the wait! I checked his lunchbox. Interesting. Anyway he was lean and attractive and almost effusively apologetic about his tardiness and he turned out to be every bit as polite and well mannered as he came over in our email correspondence. He told me it had been a year or so since he last sucked cock which was the same as me and he’d been looking forward to this afternoon as much as I had. Not only that but he said he hadn’t made himself cum for 3 days so he was more than ready to unload. So… So far so good and I suggested we go upstairs to our room. No objections.
It was a warm day and the window in our room had been left open by the maid. Traffic noises. Jet planes just fifteen miles from touchdown. All the cacophony of a major capital city. I can’t stand all that din so I went to close the window and when I turned around James was already unbuckling the belt on his jeans. I made some sort of facetious remark as I followed suit and we were both naked from the waist down just ninety seconds after entering the room. James ushered me into the chair by the writing desk, got down on his knees and started to fondle my cock. Just like that. No preamble, just straight to the point. It didn’t take long for him to get me hard and he commented on how enticing it looked. He spat into his hand and then went about the business of coating the length of my shaft with the saliva. Jeez that felt good. I was leaking pre-cum already and he spread it around my bulbous cock head with relish and squeezed out a little more for good measure. Then he stood up in front of me with that fine cock of his just inches from my face and I didn’t wait to be invited to take it in my hands. Just a few strokes was all it took from me to get him super hard. I’m reasonably well hung and thick but he was more so than me in length and his was curved like a banana whereas I’m pretty much straight. He really did have an impressive tool - shaved smooth like mine and I was so looking forward to sucking it off.
I dropped to my knees and began to lick his balls, my hand still wrapped around his throbbing shaft. Now this was the first time I’d ever done that. I’d sucked a cock yes, but never gone to work on a guys gonads before and I have to say I liked it. Wasn’t sure I was doing it right but judging by the sounds he was making I wasn’t making a hash of it. I took one of them in my mouth. It was warm and soft and felt a whole lot bigger than it looked. I did the same with the other one then I worked my way underneath with my tongue whilst slowly handling his rod. His breathing was getting more erratic and he was telling me how good it felt which pleased me no end. I carried on in the same vain for about a minute or so longer and then came up for a little air stroking his cock all the time. He got a hold of it himself and started slapping my face with it and I loved it. Then he put his cock head over my lips and I eagerly opened up and took it in my mouth.
It felt huge. It WAS huge. I tried to take a little more of it with each downward thrust but there was no way I was ever going to get it all in so I just concentrated on doing the best I could with what I could manage. I could never have imagined how good it feels to suck on another guys long, thick, hard cock. I’d tried practising on a dildo a few times but that doesn’t even come close. A real, hot, super hard cock in the mouth feels indescribably good; every bit as good as being sucked off oneself. He’d caught my rhythm now and was beginning to ride along with my motion and it occurred to me that he could cum all too soon when he calmly withdrew and suggested we swap places. I agreed readily and moved myself to the bed leaning back and propping myself up with my elbows, my cock, thick and hard lying flat and proud across my lower waist.
He got to his knees once more between my open legs, his eyes fixed on the feast that awaited and wide in anticipation. A few stokes to begin with, a bit more pre cum, I get as hard as I’ve ever been and then slowly, very very slowly and in one long continuos movement he takes the whole of my cock into his mouth! It felt utterly divine. He came back up a little quicker then back down again nice and slow. Very sensual. A few more times like that before going down on my balls. It all felt so good and I wasn’t shy about letting him know. ‘Yeah lick my balls my friend’ “Mmm they’re so full of cream’ ‘Yes please take one in your mouth’. I must’ve sounded like a whore but I didn’t care. A few minutes on my balls then back to sucking my cock again. A little faster this time and not as deep, ‘Oh yes, that feels so good. Fuck, I just know you’ve done this before. Yeah. Oh a little harder please. Mmmm suck my cock head’. I didn’t care, I was having fun being sucked off by another guy. I knew if I let him carry on much longer I would cum and I was also aching to have his cock in my own mouth again so I got us to switch places. If anything he was even harder now. Holy Christ. ’Suck it!’ he says quietly. ‘You know you want it. See how much you can take. I want to watch you suck my cock’. I did as I was told. Tried his technique of going down long and slow. I could hear his cocksuckers moans so I must’ve been doing something right. I worked up a rhythm which he began to ride to. I grabbed his balls in my hand and began to massage them as I increased the pace a little with my mouth. I had to come up for air every once in a while and I’d concentrate on that big thick cock head before going down again. My throat was beginning to relax and I found I could manage a bit more length but I knew I couldn’t take it all so I just enjoyed what I could and hope that I didn’t disappoint. My efforts had me making all those dirty, slurpy, sucking noises. I could hardly believe what I was doing but that never stopped me from loving it for even a second. I could still hear the sounds of London’s busy streets outside above all the moaning and slurping and quips of ’Oh fuck!’ ‘Oh yes!’ ’Oh suck my fucking cock!’ I knew he was not far from blowing his load and I also knew that when it happened it was going to happen in my mouth. I was eager for it. Impetuous for my mouth to be filled with his hot, thick cream as well as his hot, thick cock. I upped the ante a little more. Not too fast but hopefully just enough. His hips started to rise and fall and he’d grabbed the back of my head with his hand, pulling me down even further then…. It happened. Big explosion in my mouth. Fuck it was hot. Wow. It seemed never ending. Like a dam had just been breached but I kept it going, milking all of that cream into my mouth. When he was done I let it all drain out to form a huge white pool on his belly.
After a few seconds of silence he started laughing. Then I kinda joined in. ‘Fuck’ he exclaimed, surveying all the mess on his belly. ‘Fuck.’
‘Fuckertyfuckingfuck,’ says I heading for the bathroom and a mouthwash.
‘That was monumental.’
I had to agree.
‘Your turn,’ he said, taking the towel I’d just handed over.
‘Wait a sec.’ I took the towel back off him and chucked it to one side. ‘I got an idea.’ Then i went about scooping up all the cum from his belly and spreading it onto my cock. When I’d finished I was rock hard and my cock was covered in all the white stuff that he’d shot into my mouth just moments before. I made sure there was a big dollop of it on my bell-end so it would be the first thing he tasted when he went down on me. We swapped places once more and he got a hold of my cock, teased me a little like a woman would with that sort of ‘will I, won’t I?’ look, and then he slowly took it into his mouth and sunk himself down the length of my pole. “Mmmm, yeah get a load of your cream.’ He started with all the mmm-yummy-yummy noises then came up and said ‘Lovely’ and then went back down on my cleaned up Mr Muscle. I watched him for a while trying to get a handle on his technique and then I just lay back and concentrated on all the sensations charging through my brain. Somehow all the exterior sounds of London’s heartbeat added to the experience. I couldn’t block them out so I used them as a kind of soundtrack. Even now, months after the event, whenever I go into central London and hear the blood rushing through its veins I cannot help but recall what happened that Friday afternoon when my three days of abstinence from self abuse had paid off and a guy I’d never met before took a barrel load in his mouth and swallowed it.
My first time, about a year previous, was enjoyable (See my earlier post: Would You Suck This), but come the second time around I’d lost a few of my inhibitions and I couldn’t wait for it to happen. Like the first time I began by advertising on Craigslist and I had been doing so for quite some time, almost giving up all hope of finding a suitable partner when the right guy suddenly got in touch. He sounded perfect and had a terrific looking cock! (See for yourself in my photo galleries.) I promptly responded and we were quickly batting emails to and fro, checking each other out before eventually agreeing on a date to meet. We picked a mutually convenient hotel in central London for the Friday afternoon of the following week.
Like me James was orally bi but otherwise straight. Neither of us were into kissing and cuddling etcetera and definitely nothing anal. Save all that for the ladies. It was just a cock thing and we were both getting desperate for a quality sucking session. Friday afternoon couldn’t come around quick enough; especially as I had my last wank prior to our meeting on the Tuesday morning which, ok, it gave my balls three whole days to work on a special delivery but it left the rest of me with a truck load of sexual tension. I spent the entire 72+ hours till BJ Time dying for a wank. I could’ve killed for one!
Friday came. Yippee!
I’d spent eons in the shower, shaving my cock and balls all nice and smooth, choosing what to wear and whatnot and was finally on the tube into the West End and well on the way to sucking another guy’s cock. Not long to go now. I checked into the hotel, picked up the room key and sauntered into the bar. Twenty minutes early. Pint of cooking lager to calm me down. Ripped off paying for the stuff. Now he’s twenty minutes late. Another pint of cooking lager. Another fucking rip off. Another ten minutes. Then…. Tah Dah!! He shows up. Like some magician just pulled him out of a hat. He’d better be worth the wait! I checked his lunchbox. Interesting. Anyway he was lean and attractive and almost effusively apologetic about his tardiness and he turned out to be every bit as polite and well mannered as he came over in our email correspondence. He told me it had been a year or so since he last sucked cock which was the same as me and he’d been looking forward to this afternoon as much as I had. Not only that but he said he hadn’t made himself cum for 3 days so he was more than ready to unload. So… So far so good and I suggested we go upstairs to our room. No objections.
It was a warm day and the window in our room had been left open by the maid. Traffic noises. Jet planes just fifteen miles from touchdown. All the cacophony of a major capital city. I can’t stand all that din so I went to close the window and when I turned around James was already unbuckling the belt on his jeans. I made some sort of facetious remark as I followed suit and we were both naked from the waist down just ninety seconds after entering the room. James ushered me into the chair by the writing desk, got down on his knees and started to fondle my cock. Just like that. No preamble, just straight to the point. It didn’t take long for him to get me hard and he commented on how enticing it looked. He spat into his hand and then went about the business of coating the length of my shaft with the saliva. Jeez that felt good. I was leaking pre-cum already and he spread it around my bulbous cock head with relish and squeezed out a little more for good measure. Then he stood up in front of me with that fine cock of his just inches from my face and I didn’t wait to be invited to take it in my hands. Just a few strokes was all it took from me to get him super hard. I’m reasonably well hung and thick but he was more so than me in length and his was curved like a banana whereas I’m pretty much straight. He really did have an impressive tool - shaved smooth like mine and I was so looking forward to sucking it off.
I dropped to my knees and began to lick his balls, my hand still wrapped around his throbbing shaft. Now this was the first time I’d ever done that. I’d sucked a cock yes, but never gone to work on a guys gonads before and I have to say I liked it. Wasn’t sure I was doing it right but judging by the sounds he was making I wasn’t making a hash of it. I took one of them in my mouth. It was warm and soft and felt a whole lot bigger than it looked. I did the same with the other one then I worked my way underneath with my tongue whilst slowly handling his rod. His breathing was getting more erratic and he was telling me how good it felt which pleased me no end. I carried on in the same vain for about a minute or so longer and then came up for a little air stroking his cock all the time. He got a hold of it himself and started slapping my face with it and I loved it. Then he put his cock head over my lips and I eagerly opened up and took it in my mouth.
It felt huge. It WAS huge. I tried to take a little more of it with each downward thrust but there was no way I was ever going to get it all in so I just concentrated on doing the best I could with what I could manage. I could never have imagined how good it feels to suck on another guys long, thick, hard cock. I’d tried practising on a dildo a few times but that doesn’t even come close. A real, hot, super hard cock in the mouth feels indescribably good; every bit as good as being sucked off oneself. He’d caught my rhythm now and was beginning to ride along with my motion and it occurred to me that he could cum all too soon when he calmly withdrew and suggested we swap places. I agreed readily and moved myself to the bed leaning back and propping myself up with my elbows, my cock, thick and hard lying flat and proud across my lower waist.
He got to his knees once more between my open legs, his eyes fixed on the feast that awaited and wide in anticipation. A few stokes to begin with, a bit more pre cum, I get as hard as I’ve ever been and then slowly, very very slowly and in one long continuos movement he takes the whole of my cock into his mouth! It felt utterly divine. He came back up a little quicker then back down again nice and slow. Very sensual. A few more times like that before going down on my balls. It all felt so good and I wasn’t shy about letting him know. ‘Yeah lick my balls my friend’ “Mmm they’re so full of cream’ ‘Yes please take one in your mouth’. I must’ve sounded like a whore but I didn’t care. A few minutes on my balls then back to sucking my cock again. A little faster this time and not as deep, ‘Oh yes, that feels so good. Fuck, I just know you’ve done this before. Yeah. Oh a little harder please. Mmmm suck my cock head’. I didn’t care, I was having fun being sucked off by another guy. I knew if I let him carry on much longer I would cum and I was also aching to have his cock in my own mouth again so I got us to switch places. If anything he was even harder now. Holy Christ. ’Suck it!’ he says quietly. ‘You know you want it. See how much you can take. I want to watch you suck my cock’. I did as I was told. Tried his technique of going down long and slow. I could hear his cocksuckers moans so I must’ve been doing something right. I worked up a rhythm which he began to ride to. I grabbed his balls in my hand and began to massage them as I increased the pace a little with my mouth. I had to come up for air every once in a while and I’d concentrate on that big thick cock head before going down again. My throat was beginning to relax and I found I could manage a bit more length but I knew I couldn’t take it all so I just enjoyed what I could and hope that I didn’t disappoint. My efforts had me making all those dirty, slurpy, sucking noises. I could hardly believe what I was doing but that never stopped me from loving it for even a second. I could still hear the sounds of London’s busy streets outside above all the moaning and slurping and quips of ’Oh fuck!’ ‘Oh yes!’ ’Oh suck my fucking cock!’ I knew he was not far from blowing his load and I also knew that when it happened it was going to happen in my mouth. I was eager for it. Impetuous for my mouth to be filled with his hot, thick cream as well as his hot, thick cock. I upped the ante a little more. Not too fast but hopefully just enough. His hips started to rise and fall and he’d grabbed the back of my head with his hand, pulling me down even further then…. It happened. Big explosion in my mouth. Fuck it was hot. Wow. It seemed never ending. Like a dam had just been breached but I kept it going, milking all of that cream into my mouth. When he was done I let it all drain out to form a huge white pool on his belly.
After a few seconds of silence he started laughing. Then I kinda joined in. ‘Fuck’ he exclaimed, surveying all the mess on his belly. ‘Fuck.’
‘Fuckertyfuckingfuck,’ says I heading for the bathroom and a mouthwash.
‘That was monumental.’
I had to agree.
‘Your turn,’ he said, taking the towel I’d just handed over.
‘Wait a sec.’ I took the towel back off him and chucked it to one side. ‘I got an idea.’ Then i went about scooping up all the cum from his belly and spreading it onto my cock. When I’d finished I was rock hard and my cock was covered in all the white stuff that he’d shot into my mouth just moments before. I made sure there was a big dollop of it on my bell-end so it would be the first thing he tasted when he went down on me. We swapped places once more and he got a hold of my cock, teased me a little like a woman would with that sort of ‘will I, won’t I?’ look, and then he slowly took it into his mouth and sunk himself down the length of my pole. “Mmmm, yeah get a load of your cream.’ He started with all the mmm-yummy-yummy noises then came up and said ‘Lovely’ and then went back down on my cleaned up Mr Muscle. I watched him for a while trying to get a handle on his technique and then I just lay back and concentrated on all the sensations charging through my brain. Somehow all the exterior sounds of London’s heartbeat added to the experience. I couldn’t block them out so I used them as a kind of soundtrack. Even now, months after the event, whenever I go into central London and hear the blood rushing through its veins I cannot help but recall what happened that Friday afternoon when my three days of abstinence from self abuse had paid off and a guy I’d never met before took a barrel load in his mouth and swallowed it.
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