blissful moment, Greg’s eyes opened, refocusing on the delectable task at hand. He leaned forward, twisting his head to one side of Nick’s cock. Extending his tongue he touched it to the underside, near the base and licked back up to the head. He turned and repeated the sensual motion on the opposite side.

Nick felt electrifying sensations radiate the full length of his member and throughout his nether region at Greg’s gentle moves. He rested one hand against the edge of the counter, already losing himself in the moment and forgetting his balance. He placed his right hand on Greg’s shoulder, trailing his thumb down the kneeling man’s neck.

Playfully, Greg gave Nick’s perfectly shaped head a few licks, before opening his mouth wide and slowly surrounding Nick’s pole with his mouth. As he descended onto the piece he carefully tried not to let it touch any part of the inside of his mouth. He wanted to get as much in as he could before closing in on the rod from all sides. Feeling his nose touch the tips of the grove, he stopped his descent and sealed his moist lips around the shaft, with barely and inch left outside his hungry mouth. His tongue rose up from its recess at the bottom, pressing Nick’s firm cock against the roof.

“Oh, Greg!” Nick moaned ever so softly. Sensations the junior CSI sent up through his toned body forced Nick’s eyes to roll back in his head, which in turn rolled back itself, mind lost in pleasure.

Matching the curve of his tongue to the contours of Nick’s underside, Greg began to slowly withdraw the member from his mouth. As his lips reached the base of the head, he slowed to a stop, drawing his tongue across the tip, slightly through the slit and back underneath before slowly descending the rod again.

Greg’s slow, sensual fellatio put Nick into such a state of pleasure that he subconscienciously gripped the edge of the counter with fervor to prevent from loosing his balance.

Without ever removing it from his mouth, Greg’s slow descent and retreat along Nick’s long pole continued as he savored the smooth flesh and inhaled Nick’s intoxicating aroma. The passion deep within him wanted more, and wanted it faster. Not one to ignore his own carnal desires Greg began to accelerate his back-and-forth motions. Now well lubricated with saliva, he slid up and down Nick’s cock with ease, giving the stiff rod a good working-over.

The quickening pace brought Nick out of his trance-like state of pleasure and stirred his own animal instincts. The hand that had been resting gently on Greg’s shoulder squeezed showing the younger guy he was doing well. Nick moved his hand up to the back of Greg’s head, feeling the short soft hair slide between his fingers. He began to guide the youthful head back and forth along his pulsating cock in time with the soft moans Nick was now emanating. He started to move his hips to match the pace of the guided cock-sucker.

Sensing Nick’s desire to take the reigns, Greg slowed his motions allowing the standing CSI to pump his cock in and out of the willing mouth at his own pace. Moving his right hand down Nick’s firm thigh and calf, Greg reached for his fly to release his own rock-hard member. He single-handedly pulled down the front of his tight jeans and the black boxer-briefs underneath allowing the seven-inch piece to be freed from its constraints. Greg cradled his manhood in