and satisfaction, being taken care of by a blond god with the body of a statue and a mouth that knew how to make my spine tingle.

Kent raised my right leg up, I submitted totally to his will, allowing it to drape over his shoulder. I was rewarded with a warm wet tongue sliding down the crack of my ass and circling my hole, now quivering in anticipation. My cock jumped at the sensation, then my body relaxed as the tongue shyly darted inside, making me shiver in a cold sweat. It started at my toes, shimmied up my legs and circled around the opening that was being tongued. I hoisted my leg higher, hoping that Kent could get more of it in and that the sensation would crawl up into my head and explode there inside my brain.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled his face to my lips. He melted into me, his face shining with the sweat and salvia he had primed my cock, balls and ass with. I stroked Kent’s hard thick cock and pulled him to his knees, the cock throbbing and jutting just seconds from my lips. I closed my eyes and took it in.

The taste was new, something musky, hot and different from the many women I had explored that way. I did my best to imitate the movements Kent had used and was rewarded with moans of pleasure and encouragements through gasps, deep sighs and a single quiet, “Yes, Joe, yes…”

It was hard and throbbing, and my tongue found a single drop of salty brine oozing down, which I lapped up and swallowed. I was primed for more. I sucked the cock furiously, quickly becoming accustomed to the sheer size of it, tickling Kent’s low hanging sack, as the cock grew even mightier and harder. I knew from experience that Kent was about to come when I allowed the cock to slip from my mouth and pulled his lips back to mine.

I grabbed handfuls of the short blonde locks of Kent’s head, pulling him as close as I could. “Be my lover,” I whispered.

“I am your lover.” Kent smiled.

“Make me feel again, Kent. I need to feel again.” I moaned, sighing in desperation. I opened my eyes to see Kent looking back at me. The sudden wave of loneliness was gone. I kissed him, and looked deep into those blue eyes. “Fuck me.” I said, not begging, not pleading, just saying what I needed out loud.

Kent reached for a condom and slipped it on. As he carefully spread the lubricant on his hard dick, he put his other hand on my belly. “Trust me.”

I placed my hand on his and nodded. I placed my hands on Kent’s hips as he moved into place. I could feel the head of Kent’s sheathed hard on ready at my ass. I spread my legs and readied for what was about to happen. The anticipation of the moment was almost more agonizing than the moment I felt the head open me, slowly and as tenderly as he could, Kent slipped his cock in.

My back arched, and I almost cried out in pain. I felt Kent reach down and hold me still, forcing me to relax and get used to the intrusion. Kent held the base of his cock, only a third the way in and began to move it in