alive. His cock was beautiful, but I was lusting the rest of his body as well. I suddenly wanted to kiss him.

“Look,” Carl said.

A drop of precum appeared on the end of his cock. He reached down and dabbed it off with his finger. Then he brought it toward my face and when it was only an inch from my lips he said, “Taste it.”

As if mesmerized I stuck out my tongue and licked it.

He stared at me. “It’s nice, isn’t it?”

I nodded as if hypnotized by his words.

Carl pressed his finger into my mouth and rubbed it over the wetness of my tongue. Then he pulled it out and rubbed the wetness on my lips. I just stared at him as he did this, with my mouth half open and my eyes partially closed.

He looked at me with the most intense look, as if he had just acquired possession of me. He looked down, gestured toward his cock and said, “Look, there’s more.” He sat back and put his arm back across the couch. We made eye contact and he nodded.

I stared at his plum shaped head as more cum started to drip out. I was fascinated by it. I wanted to, but I was nervous. I felt the gravitational pull. I wanted it—more than anything. I started to lean toward it.

“That’s it. Just let yourself go.”

I leaned over him and touched the tip of my tongue to the tip of his cock and felt an electric pulse shoot through me. Carl sighed. I felt surges of adrenaline rush through my body from my tongue through my neck and to the end of each appendage of my body. It was as if I had the most intense orgasm of my life. When it passed I realized I was swirling my tongue around the head in a circular motion. I was obsessed with the clean salty taste. For a moment I saw what he saw; me working the head of his cock with my tongue and my lips.

I looked up at Carl and realized I was quietly moaning.

“Oh yeah, that’s it,” he whispered. “Exactly what we wanted. Yes, just like that. Now, go ahead put the cock in your mouth.”

I pressed his huge dick into my mouth applying a gentle suction.

Carl pulled my head back and my mouth just hung slack and open. He said, “Why don’t you get down on the floor where you can be on your knees? Where it’s easy to get at. Go ahead.”

I got off of the couch and he put his leg over and corralled me between his legs. I was on my knees with his balls and his cock right before me. “Just a second.” Carl grabbed a fluffy pillow and stuck it under his ass, which not only raised him up, but accentuated the angle that his cock stuck out.

“That’s much better, isn’t it? This way we can both see.” He smiled down at me. “Look at that thing,” he said. “Have you ever seen anything so incredible?”

I looked at his mammoth erection and his large balls which seemed to be moving in a circular motion in their sack. It was ironic how smooth and beautiful it was and yet how strong and masculine. “It’s perfect.”

Carl took