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“Your turn,” I said. “Strip.”
Steve stood up. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, shrugged it off, then kicked off his shoes. When his hands went to his waist, I stopped him.
“I’ll help,” I said.
I unbuttoned the fly, lowered the zipper. His pants started to sag, revealing the top band of his underwear and a bulge below. I pushed the pants aside and cupped the bulge, which was still growing. I pressed my face against the cloth, felt the heat within, smelled a not unpleasant muskiness. As I pressed my lips against the cloth, feeling his cock underneath, he made a sound almost like purring. I helped him to step out of the pants and briefly stopped to admire him. What a good-looking man, I thought again. Then I hooked two fingers over the waistband of his underwear and slowly slid them down, lifting the band in the center to make sure it cleared his stiffened cock. As I lowered them past his thighs and knees, his dick sprang toward me, a drop of precum glistening at the tip.
Not having sucked a guy before, I wasn’t entirely sure how to go about it. I knew what I liked, of course — some of the women in my life had been pretty good at blow jobs, and Steve had just given me a lesson — but I hesitated.
“Lie down by the fire,” I said.
Steve took a couple of steps back and lowered himself to the floor. I thought to myself, I might not know much about doing this, but I will do my best to please him and be guided by his reactions.
I lay down next to him, propped on one elbow, and leaned in for a kiss. He brought his hand to the back of my head and pressed me closer, darting his tongue between my lips. I broke the kiss and slid down so that I could lick his nipples. I flicked first one, then the other, two or three times each with my tongue, and he arched his back to push them deeper into my mouth. I sucked them, a little roughly, and heard him make that purring sound again. I brought my hands up to them, twisted them gently in my fingers, and he writhed in a pleasure.
I started kissing my way down his chest and stomach, lightly, sucking slightly as my lips pulled away. As I neared his straining cock I felt him move, trying to push it toward my mouth, but I deciced to make him wait. I slid down further, low enough to kiss the insides of his thighs. I pushed his legs slightly apart and leaned in close to his balls, which hung loosely. Pulling his legs apart still more, and lifting the knees slightly, I began licking the underside of the balls, gently at first, then more vigorously, and finally took one in my mouth. I discovered I liked this, and that he did, too. He squirmed a little, so I moved to the other ball and sucked that one for a few moments. Then, lifting his knees higher so that his feet rested on the floor, I pushed my tongue behind his balls as far as I could, detecting a faint taste of seawater and something else, that musky scent again. I licked upward, bathing his balls with my saliva, and then slowly let them fall back into place.
When I moved up a little his cock was swollen and twitching. I lowered my tongue to its base, and with one long slow movement licked along the underside all the way to the tip. I was answered with that purring sound again, so I made the same licking motion again and again, a little faster and more vigorously each time.
“Oh, God, please,” he said.
Grasping his cock firmly in my hand, I tilted it upward enough for me to lower my mouth on it: first the head, my tongue swirling the same way he’d done for me, and then down an inch or so. Back up toward the tip, sucking slightly, and tasting precum for the first time in my life. It was like nothing I’d ever tasted before, salty, heavy on the tongue, not at all unpleasant. I moved down again, a little farther this time, and Steve moaned. Again and again I moved up and down, testing my limit, seeing how much I could take in. At one point I started to gag, but I recovered quickly and kept going, faster. I felt Steve’s hands on the back of my head, and let him guide me. He started moving his hips, and I let him thrust as deep as he wanted until, with a strangled cry and a long shivering shudder, he came. A flood of thick, hot cum poured into my mouth, filling the space around his cock, spilling out between my lips.
“Don’t swallow,” he said.
I felt his hands under my arms, he pulled me upward and brought my face close to his own, and I felt his kiss, and his tongue probing for a taste of his own cum, and so I gave back to him what I had just been given. Then the kiss broke and he lay back, spent, and I lay back, too, my leg thrown over his, my hand carressing his half-deflated cock.
“How’d I do?” I asked.
“Terrible,” he said, then burst out laughing. “Worst goddam blowjob I ever had. Couldn’t you tell?”
I laughed, too.
We lay there for some time, getting up only to throw another log on the fire or fetch another blanket against the growing cold. Sometimes we talked, sometimes we lay there quietly staring at the fire. Finally we crawled off to bed, kissed goodnight — a loving, tender kiss — and went to sleep in each other’s arms.
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