I gripped him in my hand and slowly stroked him to life. He was thick; the thickest he had been in a long while. Each move of my hand along his column pulsed another vein giving way to the blood flow. I could hear his breathing catch each time I hit the right rhythm; his chest rising as I stroked up, deflating as I stroked down. Man, he was hard.
I'd woken up this morning with a deep longing. My vivid dreams tossed me from one corner of the bed to the other. When I'd glanced over at him I knew I had to quell this need - fast. I touched his chest feeling the muscles there ripple beneath my touch. It had been a hot night and the AC had refused to cooperate, leaving a sheen of sweat gleaming like morning dew. With it rose that distinct scent that was all male, all primal.
I reached for his balls and rolled them possessively. They were taut, begging to unleash. As I tugged them down firmly, his head arched back relishing the sensations. He licked his lips, beckoning for more of the same. I delivered by quickening the pace; up-down, up-down, up-down. All the while my other hand rolled and kneaded his package, feeling and smoothing the creases.
The pulse was starting to quicken and throb mercilessly as my hands continued its work. It was a sweet pain, his groans attesting to the pleasures. My hand tweaked his nipple playfully, then pinched it firmly to draw attention away from his dick. However, it only increased his urgency. His mouth opened forming a tight "O" as his eyes peeped the dresser mirror, where he could see his reflection beaming back at him and my hands fondling him. He definitely liked what he saw and watched feverishly as I continued to feel his flesh harden beneath my grip.
I didn't think it was possible but the dick just kept getting harder. It felt like a steel rod with skin wrapped around it. It turned me on. Suddenly, the pressure began to change and I could feel the early stages of the crescendo start. Looking down, I could just make out the glisten of pre-cum form in the slit. I was damn to let this cum too soon. So, I backed down, easing the stroke, easing the pressure, but he wanted more, needed more. I took up the pace again; up-down, up-down, up-down. Bringing him close again, then backing off. He bucked, his back arching of the bed.
Soon, his breathing was coming in steady huffs and puffs. His eyes were squeezing shut against the exquisite pain. The tingles were growing and were no longer fooled by my slow downs. I opened my eyes to watch the mouth of his dick wink and yawn in preparation for release. The veins were as full as they could go and were working to push the load out. Within an instance, with only a shutter and shiver for warning, he came with a loud grunt, drenching his dick with his flow like a beast. Despite the release, my hand never stopped moving, washing and draining his snake until the last quiver passed. Exhausted, he glanced at the mirror to survive the damage and liked what he saw.
Wiping my hands clean, I listened as the shower turned off in my bathroom. Seconds later, a feminine figure stepped out wrapped in a fluffy white towel. Her eyes perused the scene in front of her. The smell of post sex in the air. A knowing smirk crossed her lips as she walked closer.
"You so greedy, Tyrone," she chastised. "You couldn't wait for me to get out the shower."
"Baby, that was just an appetizer," I assured her before flipping her on her back "I'm ready for a real meal."
I'd woken up this morning with a deep longing. My vivid dreams tossed me from one corner of the bed to the other. When I'd glanced over at him I knew I had to quell this need - fast. I touched his chest feeling the muscles there ripple beneath my touch. It had been a hot night and the AC had refused to cooperate, leaving a sheen of sweat gleaming like morning dew. With it rose that distinct scent that was all male, all primal.
I reached for his balls and rolled them possessively. They were taut, begging to unleash. As I tugged them down firmly, his head arched back relishing the sensations. He licked his lips, beckoning for more of the same. I delivered by quickening the pace; up-down, up-down, up-down. All the while my other hand rolled and kneaded his package, feeling and smoothing the creases.
The pulse was starting to quicken and throb mercilessly as my hands continued its work. It was a sweet pain, his groans attesting to the pleasures. My hand tweaked his nipple playfully, then pinched it firmly to draw attention away from his dick. However, it only increased his urgency. His mouth opened forming a tight "O" as his eyes peeped the dresser mirror, where he could see his reflection beaming back at him and my hands fondling him. He definitely liked what he saw and watched feverishly as I continued to feel his flesh harden beneath my grip.
I didn't think it was possible but the dick just kept getting harder. It felt like a steel rod with skin wrapped around it. It turned me on. Suddenly, the pressure began to change and I could feel the early stages of the crescendo start. Looking down, I could just make out the glisten of pre-cum form in the slit. I was damn to let this cum too soon. So, I backed down, easing the stroke, easing the pressure, but he wanted more, needed more. I took up the pace again; up-down, up-down, up-down. Bringing him close again, then backing off. He bucked, his back arching of the bed.
Soon, his breathing was coming in steady huffs and puffs. His eyes were squeezing shut against the exquisite pain. The tingles were growing and were no longer fooled by my slow downs. I opened my eyes to watch the mouth of his dick wink and yawn in preparation for release. The veins were as full as they could go and were working to push the load out. Within an instance, with only a shutter and shiver for warning, he came with a loud grunt, drenching his dick with his flow like a beast. Despite the release, my hand never stopped moving, washing and draining his snake until the last quiver passed. Exhausted, he glanced at the mirror to survive the damage and liked what he saw.
Wiping my hands clean, I listened as the shower turned off in my bathroom. Seconds later, a feminine figure stepped out wrapped in a fluffy white towel. Her eyes perused the scene in front of her. The smell of post sex in the air. A knowing smirk crossed her lips as she walked closer.
"You so greedy, Tyrone," she chastised. "You couldn't wait for me to get out the shower."
"Baby, that was just an appetizer," I assured her before flipping her on her back "I'm ready for a real meal."
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