"Well, that should get some tongues wagging!" he smiled as we came up for
air.
"Only among the neighbours," I answered, "and they will just be jealous
anyway. Here we are."
I stopped and tugged him sideways into the front gate and towards my door.
He laughed again, half pushing me up the steps as I fumbled with the key. As
soon as we were inside, away from public view, he spun me around to him, and
planted his lips over mine, his deep blue eyes wide and staring at my own.
The moist warmth of his tongue felt like velvet against my lips and I opened
my mouth to drink in his taste. My tongue edged forward, connecting with his
as we explored each other's mouths. I could feel the sharp edge of his teeth
along the underside of my tongue, as I enjoyed the warm slipperiness of his
tongue jousting with my own. I could taste him, taste his manliness as I
opened my mouth wider, trying somehow to swallow him, my hands caressing the
back of his head as I felt his arms on my back, his hands massaging my buns
through the leather pants I was wearing.
"Mmmmmmmmm ..." he whispered into my ear " ... nice, very very nice!"
I smiled at him, letting myself drown in his eyes for a second. "I need to
change!" I said, heading for my bedroom. "Why don't you make yourself
comfortable, have a look around if you want." I thought Mike had stayed in
the loungeroom, or wandered off to look at the rest of the house, but as I
lifted my T-shirt over my head, I suddenly felt his hands on my ribs, soft
and warm. As I stopped in mid-undress, his fingers slowly traced their way
across my stomach, meeting at my navel, then inching upwards. I could feel
the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck, as he drew me back against
him. As his fingers reached my nipples and pulled softly at them, I mumbled
softly, leaning into him. The delicate sensation of his fingertip against my
nub, pulling at the piercing, twirling it around gently, made me feel so
good.
He leaned into me, the stubble on his chin rough against the skin on my
shoulder, as a warm wet tongue licked at my earlobe. His hands left my tits
and began unbuckling my belt, drawing it slowly out of the loops and
flinging it to the floor. I could feel his groin, the meaty flesh of his
hardening cock, pressing against my arse as his fingers unbuttoned my pants,
squeezing at my leather covered cock. As he eased the fly open and lowered
my jeans, my growing erection fought to escape the confines of my jock.
Slowly, carefully, Mike slid the jeans down my legs, pulling my jock with
them. As his hands reached my ankles I stepped out of each leg, and stood
naked with my back to him, my dick standing out at right angles to my body.
He was on his knees behind me, and I gasped as I felt the moistness of his
tongue make contact with my upper legs. He licked slowly around my thighs
and the bottom of my arse cheeks, and all I could do was stand there,
moaning with delight.
I spread my legs slightly, and his tongue travelled further along my arse,
licking at the chasm between my cheeks, down and past my twitching hole to
the tender, sensitive skin between my arse and my testicles. I shivered, not
from cold, but from the sensations coursing through me, as his warm velvety
tongue began to massage my nuts and his soft fingers traced the length of my
hardening shaft.
"Oohhhh ... Mike ..." I said softly, but he simply spun me around, looked into
my eyes with those pools of azure blue, and put a finger to his lips. As I
turned to face him, my cock swung directly into line with his face. I was
hard as a rock, and the first droplets of pre-cum were beginning to appear
at the slit in my weapon. Saying nothing, he licked out and caught the
sticky fluid on the tip of his tongue, lapping at it and smiling at me. His
tongue continued to lick, tracing the edge of my cockhead, sliding slowly
down the side of my shaft until he reached my heaving orbs, caressing each
one with his warm wet tongue and retracing his path back along my shaft.
My hands fell to his head, holding gently, not pulling him onto me or
exerting any pressure. My fingers sank into his hair as I relished the touch
of him. Suddenly, the gentle tongue washing I was receiving was replaced by
the hot bath of his mouth as he swallowed me whole, my entire cock
disappearing into his throat. I gasped again, moaned out loud. His throat
constricted around my cock as his tongue massaged my glans and his lips
closed around the base of my shaft. He pulled back a little then sank onto
me again, letting his teeth gently scrape against me, not hurting, but
accentuating the sensations enveloping my manpole. The fingers of his left
hand crept up and firmly gripped my ball sac, while his other hand explored
my arse cheeks, tracing the line between the rounded mounds of flesh, then
prodding at my twitching hole.
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