The joy of a kiss. Part 2
I knew that it would not makes sense to most, even to those that knew and understood the attraction between two males. This was May - December, this was young and youthful with old and senior. Nevertheless, our relationship was natural, organic and grew. I only knew what I liked and what I wanted. Even at that age, that was all that mattered. Being young and having discovered how amazing sex with men could be, I was in a kind of sexual frenzy, young, insatiable. So new and exciting and men were passionate and horny. My first put is tongue in my mouth and kissed his way down my body. I trembled in pleasure, so hard and so ready to return the favor. Each encounter made me become more and more aroused by cock. I became enamored with kissing. So intimate and such a turn on for me. Hot, sexy, lusty, I loved a man's hands on me, his mouth on me and mine on him. Being on my knees, feeling his hand on the back head, guiding me, telling me to lick his balls. It's just so sexy and what a turn on to have another man want me it that way. Or, to hear him say that he wants my cum. Even better, to tell him that I want his cum. Seeing it shoot out, warm and delicious, drbbling, oozing, thick and sexy. A cumming cock is just so sexy, beautiful even. All that is what lead me to him. I found myself drawn to him, attracted to him, in a very sexual way.
Our first meeting was somewhat by chance, but I felt an immediate connection. There was a feeling. Somehow, I knew that I must make the first moves. I thought he might of found me attractive, but it seemed obvious that he would not act on it. Maybe the age difference, maybe his shyness, but it doesn't matter. My young body and my sexual urge was in overdrive. Nothing was as thrilling, nothing else lead to and built up the most incredible orgasms like being with a man.
I stood close to him. I could tell he was a little nervous. I would have to admit, it was a turn on to make an older man feel that way. Standing close, although young, he would not be my first. Young, but having already discovered the addictive pleasures of being with men, I moved even closer. He didn't back away. I could sense he was receptive, but didn't know exactly how to approach it. I took a chance and slowly moved my lips to his. He was nervous, we both were, breathing heavier now. Softly, gently, a kiss. His eyes widen. I asked if that, the kiss, was ok and he nodded in approval. I could feel myself getting stiff in anticipation. We were standing in his living room, I asked if we could go to his bedroom.
He stopped at the edge of his bed, still unsure, I think. Oh, I was so horny. Standing so close. That moment of anticipation can be so intoxicating. So close to him and it felt so right. My urges took over and again I leaned in and kissed him on his wonderfully, soft, full, mature lips. A gentle kiss, maybe even romantic kiss. I undid his pants as we stood, both of us breathing heavy now. Another soft kiss, then I slowly moved to my knees in front of him. I wanted to see him, all of him. My lips and mouth were eager for him. His pants down, I starred at his manhood, just inches away. Gorgeous, mature, hanging cock. It stirred such lust in me, just so sexy. His wrinkled and veiny shaft, his beautiful, well defined cock's head. His pubic hair, a mix of soft brown and gray, his scent amazing and manly. I wanted to taste him, I wanted to make him cum. Oh, I wanted him on my lips and kissed his flaccid dick. It made my hard on throb. Kissing his soft shaft and licking around tip before taking bewteen my hungry lips and sucking him. Soft, wonderful cock, I sucked him and it made me moan. His age prevented him from getting hard, but I did not care. I sucked his dick and he rubbed my shoulders, letting me know he approved.
I knew how cock could be such a turn on and I so wanted to make him cum. Maybe he wanted cock, too. I wanted him to have me. I could only imagine how amazing his soft lips would feel on me. I wanted his mature mouth on me. I stood and unbuttoned his shirt. His sexy, musky scent filled the room. I undressed, our two bodies in stark contrast. I pressed against him, letting him feel my arousal. He felt incredible. Again, a gentle kiss, his mouth more eager now, our tongues touched.
Knowing the allure of youth, I layed on his bed and let him see me. Letting him know that he could have me. His eyes fixed on my hard on, the hunger in his eyes, it made me throb. Seeing his soft hanging cock swing as he got onto the bed also, made me leak. I moved against him. Soft and slowly, I kissed hks chest and ran my tongue over his nipples, then I layed back and he did the same to me. My young cock, so hard for him. So ready to feel his warm mouth. He pushed his face into my balls and kissed them, making a sexy, soft and low moaning sound. "Yes, oh man, yes," The way he sucked me, made love to me. It was an addictive pleasure.
Knowing how big of a turn on it can be to make another man cum, I wanted him to experience it and to make his own orgasm build. I so hoped he would cum. I wanted to suck it out of his sexy, soft cock. I could imagine it oozing out, filling my mouth. The thought made me edge closer to cumming. Oh, his mouth felt good. So sexy to have an older man like this. I could feel it build, Yes, yes, I clawed at the bed sheets, so sensitive and ready to explode. His sucking sounds, his moans, it was too much. I came so hard and loved to look down and see him swallowing it! There is nothing more incredible than cumming in an eager, passionate man's mouth. When he was laying back down next to me, he had some cum clinging to his chin. I gently kissed it off him and feel it coat my lips and tongue. So kinky, so sexy, I had to have his cock!
I kissed his chest, I licked his nipples and breathed in his musky scent. I wanted his cock now more than ever. Still soft, his age I was sure, and yet a wonderful drop of clear pre cum on his tip. Running my tongue up and down his falccid shaft, I tasted it. It made me moan for him. It made me moan out, 'I love your cock." His hand on my shoulder, his hand on the side of my face. He was lost in the moment and it was such a turn on. Soft dick is so sexy! It felt amazing against my tongue, flopping and compliant. Gosh, it was so incredible and even romantic. Nude together, licking and sucking his cock. The sounds, the breathing, the scent in the air. I was even getting hard again, ready to feed him more. Oh, maybe he wanted me inside him? I could imagine how hot it would be to pump cum inside an older man! A much older man! What if he wanted it? What if my cock was inside him and he asked me to cum in him? It made my lust stir and gave me that feeling of pre cum leaking. Such an addictive feeling and one that always came with being intimate with men.
His dick was so sexy. I wanted to pleasure both him and his cock. I kissed and licked his sexy ball sack, hoping to coax his cum out. I moaned for him, letting him know I loved it, encouraged it. His breathing so heavy now, I moaned out softly, "I want your cum, give me your cum." I sucked on his still soft dick even harder and fe.t his trembling hand on me again. Under his breath, "Yes, yes, yes, I'm gonna cum." Then I tasted him, warm and wonderful. His cum oozed out. Fuck, it made me want to cum again, also! Salty, sweet, wonderful cum! He tasted delicious. That, and his moans and satisfaction was addictive. Tasting and swallowing his cum was addictive.
He thanked me as I moved back up to him, I thanked him back. The smell of manly musk and cum in the air, I kissed him again softly. There is so much emotion in a kiss. He let me have his tongue and we tasted each other's cum.
I could hardly wait til I could see him again. Once back behind closed doors, he said the same. I think he had time to think, maybe that first time was a nervous surprise. This time he was a little more sure at ease. He invited me into the kitchen and offered me something to drink, but I only wanted one thing. Moving close, backing him against the counter, our eyes met. Like that first time, I took his hands in mine. My cock was already throbbing when our lips met. Soft kisses and I moved my hands to his waist and pressed my hard on against him. He shuddered and our tongues met. He was so much older but still so sexy. I kissed his neck and whispered in his ear, "Take me to your bedroom."
Our first meeting was somewhat by chance, but I felt an immediate connection. There was a feeling. Somehow, I knew that I must make the first moves. I thought he might of found me attractive, but it seemed obvious that he would not act on it. Maybe the age difference, maybe his shyness, but it doesn't matter. My young body and my sexual urge was in overdrive. Nothing was as thrilling, nothing else lead to and built up the most incredible orgasms like being with a man.
I stood close to him. I could tell he was a little nervous. I would have to admit, it was a turn on to make an older man feel that way. Standing close, although young, he would not be my first. Young, but having already discovered the addictive pleasures of being with men, I moved even closer. He didn't back away. I could sense he was receptive, but didn't know exactly how to approach it. I took a chance and slowly moved my lips to his. He was nervous, we both were, breathing heavier now. Softly, gently, a kiss. His eyes widen. I asked if that, the kiss, was ok and he nodded in approval. I could feel myself getting stiff in anticipation. We were standing in his living room, I asked if we could go to his bedroom.
He stopped at the edge of his bed, still unsure, I think. Oh, I was so horny. Standing so close. That moment of anticipation can be so intoxicating. So close to him and it felt so right. My urges took over and again I leaned in and kissed him on his wonderfully, soft, full, mature lips. A gentle kiss, maybe even romantic kiss. I undid his pants as we stood, both of us breathing heavy now. Another soft kiss, then I slowly moved to my knees in front of him. I wanted to see him, all of him. My lips and mouth were eager for him. His pants down, I starred at his manhood, just inches away. Gorgeous, mature, hanging cock. It stirred such lust in me, just so sexy. His wrinkled and veiny shaft, his beautiful, well defined cock's head. His pubic hair, a mix of soft brown and gray, his scent amazing and manly. I wanted to taste him, I wanted to make him cum. Oh, I wanted him on my lips and kissed his flaccid dick. It made my hard on throb. Kissing his soft shaft and licking around tip before taking bewteen my hungry lips and sucking him. Soft, wonderful cock, I sucked him and it made me moan. His age prevented him from getting hard, but I did not care. I sucked his dick and he rubbed my shoulders, letting me know he approved.
I knew how cock could be such a turn on and I so wanted to make him cum. Maybe he wanted cock, too. I wanted him to have me. I could only imagine how amazing his soft lips would feel on me. I wanted his mature mouth on me. I stood and unbuttoned his shirt. His sexy, musky scent filled the room. I undressed, our two bodies in stark contrast. I pressed against him, letting him feel my arousal. He felt incredible. Again, a gentle kiss, his mouth more eager now, our tongues touched.
Knowing the allure of youth, I layed on his bed and let him see me. Letting him know that he could have me. His eyes fixed on my hard on, the hunger in his eyes, it made me throb. Seeing his soft hanging cock swing as he got onto the bed also, made me leak. I moved against him. Soft and slowly, I kissed hks chest and ran my tongue over his nipples, then I layed back and he did the same to me. My young cock, so hard for him. So ready to feel his warm mouth. He pushed his face into my balls and kissed them, making a sexy, soft and low moaning sound. "Yes, oh man, yes," The way he sucked me, made love to me. It was an addictive pleasure.
Knowing how big of a turn on it can be to make another man cum, I wanted him to experience it and to make his own orgasm build. I so hoped he would cum. I wanted to suck it out of his sexy, soft cock. I could imagine it oozing out, filling my mouth. The thought made me edge closer to cumming. Oh, his mouth felt good. So sexy to have an older man like this. I could feel it build, Yes, yes, I clawed at the bed sheets, so sensitive and ready to explode. His sucking sounds, his moans, it was too much. I came so hard and loved to look down and see him swallowing it! There is nothing more incredible than cumming in an eager, passionate man's mouth. When he was laying back down next to me, he had some cum clinging to his chin. I gently kissed it off him and feel it coat my lips and tongue. So kinky, so sexy, I had to have his cock!
I kissed his chest, I licked his nipples and breathed in his musky scent. I wanted his cock now more than ever. Still soft, his age I was sure, and yet a wonderful drop of clear pre cum on his tip. Running my tongue up and down his falccid shaft, I tasted it. It made me moan for him. It made me moan out, 'I love your cock." His hand on my shoulder, his hand on the side of my face. He was lost in the moment and it was such a turn on. Soft dick is so sexy! It felt amazing against my tongue, flopping and compliant. Gosh, it was so incredible and even romantic. Nude together, licking and sucking his cock. The sounds, the breathing, the scent in the air. I was even getting hard again, ready to feed him more. Oh, maybe he wanted me inside him? I could imagine how hot it would be to pump cum inside an older man! A much older man! What if he wanted it? What if my cock was inside him and he asked me to cum in him? It made my lust stir and gave me that feeling of pre cum leaking. Such an addictive feeling and one that always came with being intimate with men.
His dick was so sexy. I wanted to pleasure both him and his cock. I kissed and licked his sexy ball sack, hoping to coax his cum out. I moaned for him, letting him know I loved it, encouraged it. His breathing so heavy now, I moaned out softly, "I want your cum, give me your cum." I sucked on his still soft dick even harder and fe.t his trembling hand on me again. Under his breath, "Yes, yes, yes, I'm gonna cum." Then I tasted him, warm and wonderful. His cum oozed out. Fuck, it made me want to cum again, also! Salty, sweet, wonderful cum! He tasted delicious. That, and his moans and satisfaction was addictive. Tasting and swallowing his cum was addictive.
He thanked me as I moved back up to him, I thanked him back. The smell of manly musk and cum in the air, I kissed him again softly. There is so much emotion in a kiss. He let me have his tongue and we tasted each other's cum.
I could hardly wait til I could see him again. Once back behind closed doors, he said the same. I think he had time to think, maybe that first time was a nervous surprise. This time he was a little more sure at ease. He invited me into the kitchen and offered me something to drink, but I only wanted one thing. Moving close, backing him against the counter, our eyes met. Like that first time, I took his hands in mine. My cock was already throbbing when our lips met. Soft kisses and I moved my hands to his waist and pressed my hard on against him. He shuddered and our tongues met. He was so much older but still so sexy. I kissed his neck and whispered in his ear, "Take me to your bedroom."
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