A mouthful of cum, part 2

(read part 1 here.)

I took Doug in my hand, enjoying its weight and feel. As I've mentioned before, I'm a grower, not a shower, so it's fun to have something more to play with--it's just not something I'm used to. Even soft, Doug's cock filled my hand, and there I was, face to face with it--only the second one I've ever really played with in that sort of context.

Doug hummed with pleasure as I licked the head, tracing circles around the rim, and he started to grow in my hand and mouth. It was so much fun to try out all those tricks I'd always intuitively known even before reading about them in one place after another. You know the ones: play with the frenulum, swirl your tongue around while you hold the head in your mouth, stick your tongue into the opening--all that stuff.

And it worked! Doug's hums turned into soft moans as I started to explore the rest of his hardening cock. I worked my way down the shaft, nibbling and sucking along the way down to his balls, which were pressing upwards, pulled snug.

The next revelation? I now know the attraction of the clean-n-tidy look. As someone who first shaved in high school (long before it was popular, especially for men...even more for "straight" men), I had always loved the feel of being shaved myself. For a while, I sprang to get waxed (if you're stoned enough, the pain isn't an issue, I hasten to say), but cut that out of my student budget a while ago. I started shaving again last spring, though, and don't think I'll ever look back again. But I digress.

Doug's balls were enmeshed in a thicket of blonde hair, sticking straight out in all directions. Not that they were wiry or uncomfortable, but I would have been glad to get straight down to the skin. But it didn't stop me from a little more nibbling and nuzzling, while keeping my right hand busy, milking his now-hard cock.

Time, you'll recall, was short, so I decided to make Doug's orgasm a priority. So I worked my way back up, licking my way around and up his shaft, getting back to business at the top.

Now as I've also mentioned earlier, I've had some practice learning to take strap-ons nice and deep, even getting close to deep-throating. But I was keenly aware that I didn't have to give the same attention to keeping my teeth out of the way with silicone, and knew from experience that a little nibbling and biting are one thing, while scraping up and down...not so much.

So I decided to keep my mouth and tongue busy at the head, my right hand keeping the action going on his shaft, and my left hand playing with his balls. With all this, I was enjoying Doug's responses--he was getting more verbal and starting to squirm a bit more.

I started chasing his orgasm intensely now. A few strokes in and out, using my mouth and hand as one long tube, a pause for more attention on his head, and back to the strokes; this was my rhythm, and it was working.

Suddenly, Doug started helping my rhythm by thrusting up into me. I kept going, even as my mouth was getting tired. Again, I knew this feeling from the strap-ons, but also knew it was no time to give in, so I kept at it, moving faster and harder.

Doug started holding my head down, and I went deeper, keeping up the tempo and intensity. With that guttural sound, verging on the animalistic, I felt my mouth get wetter with a sweetness (not the saltiness I expected) that was surprisingly subtle. I happily swallowed, wanting to clean up the mess I was responsible for.

It went down easy--easier, I discovered, than when Misty blows me and then kisses me with a mouthful of my own cum. (What's the differnce, I wonder? Is it just my diet? Definitely something to explore over time.)

I kept milking Doug's cock, squeezing every last bit into my mouth, letting my tongue explore his reactions--I knew those twitches from being on the other side. When it seemed that he was done, I gently, but slowly, slid my lips toward the tip, pressing down with my tongue, finally releasing him from my mouth.

One last soft lick elicited a twitch and an "uh" from Doug's mouth. My hand still gripping his shaft, I slowed down that action as well, bringing things to a close.

"Well, that was fun," I said.

And I told Doug that it had been my first actual blowjob, start to finish. I think he was neither just being polite or suggesting that he thought I was sluttier in the way he responded with mild surprise.

But I knew this much right away: it definitely won't be my last.