tongues and lips in perfect unison, and while he may have not mastered rhythm on the guitar, he sure as hell had a way with it in kissing. I stopped it reluctantly, wishing our lips could remain locked and have everything else take care of itself, but I was going to show him what he had asked of me, my honesty.

“You’re right, that was a lie, I not only want to kiss you, I want to have you fucking me till there is not a single drop in you.” The word vomit continued, but it was going oh so well.

I lifted his shirt up to his nipples, kissing them while my hands worked around his abdomen, caressing the area around his pelvic bone. My lips disconnecting and reconnecting the bursts of energy kissing his body gave off.

His breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling at an incredible rate, his heart giving sweet bass drum sounds through his skeleton. His shirt was fully off now and only two layers of clothing kept me from where we both wanted me to go.

I however was going to take my time; like I said, I have patience.

I started to kiss lower, tracing the beginning of his jeans with the air of my exhalations. The air returning back from the narrow crevice between his skin and the ring of the jeans smelled just like the rest of his body did, some diluted cross of soap and sweat. The smell of him alone sent a surge of shivers up my spine and I exhaled weakly.

I grabbed his jeans by the pockets and pulled them down lower to the point where they sealed perfectly around his thin and now visible waist. His member trapped more tightly beneath. He was going crazy and loving every damn minute of it (I mean its not like he couldn’t use his own hands).

Before considering the button that seemed to want to burst out of place, I unzipped his pants with my teeth. To him it was a countdown not based on time, but on how generous I would be with his need to explode.

I moved up to his lips and just kept my head right in front of his, he looked at me intently, asking me through his breathing to let him cum already. I teased yet again:

“If you insist.”

My excitement grew, and my hand glided right over his electrifying skin and reached down inside his pants, the button, tight and fidgeting. I felt his penis in my hand, his soft hairs surrounding it, his loaded testicles waiting and wanting release.

My hand escaped and like a flicker the button was undone and I was sliding down the rim of the pants. His boxers hung loosely and those soon were removed from the way leaving in sight Eli’s crotch. There it was like an arrow pointing directly to Eli’s gaping mouth. His balls hung on the side of the [possible] uncut 9 incher twitching between his legs.

I bit my lip, and moved on; I grabbed it first with my hand, the shaft humid with sweat and savored. Now I was just torturing myself, for no other thought occupied my mind but the idea of fitting his bulge inside my mouth. I settled for his balls while I stroked him and I felt them slowly with my tongue, rolling them inside my mouth. Imagining the amounts of cum flowing within, I could just taste