gonna suck my cock or are you gonna write a fucking sonnet about it?”

“Oh… sorry,” he responded before plunging my rosy cauliflower tip in between his lips. He took just the head in his mouth, sucking down and twirling his tongue back and forth under and around the bottom half of it before pulling off to remark, “Huh… I expected it to taste like something. But it just doesn’t really…”

“Okay! No more talking!” I commanded, rubbing my fingers into his short, brown, curls to guide his head back down over my phallus.

His lips met my cock once more, but this time, not in the apprehensive, probing, exploratory sort of way he had gone down on me before. This time, he gently and caressingly slid his mouth around and down the shaft of my pole, lubing me up and taking me all in. My tip hit the back of his throat and I felt his gag reflex gripping and jerking against the underside of me. His tongue alternated between long, forceful strokes against the sensitive underside of my shaft and tiny, quick little flicks at my tip and pee-slit as he worked his way up and down my cock with his mouth.

“Oh… my… Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” I asked, arching my back at the sensations, and smiling deep with each long, slow slide of his lips and tongue.

Pulling off of me, he responded, “Well, no. But I have given considerable thought to what I’d like done to me, so I’m just assuming that that would translate…”

”Shush shush. Sorry I asked,” I blurted out, cutting him off. “Just assume all of my questions to be rhetorical from now on, okay?”

He got back to work - tenderly and thoroughly suckling and fondling my cock with his mouth before pulling off only a few moments in. “Could you, like, talk or something?” he asked.

“What?!” I was surprised and confused by his request. “You want me to talk to you?” I verified, looking down at his boyish face, with his upturned nose and furry little patch of chin-hair hiding behind the girth of my cock.

“I’m kind of nervous,” he admitted, shrugging slightly at the mention of it. “It’s just that, our conversation earlier really set me at ease – it made me want to do this. But now with the quiet, I’m just… nervous.”

This poor little straight boy was just too cute for words. ”Well, I think life is more of a great big ole cosmic pendulum,” I began as he anchored my cock once again inside his gullet. “We all have our limits. We all exist within the range of a specific spectrum,” I continued while his pace quickened. “And we glide back and forth… rhythmically… along the path that arcs between… these two… extremes,” I managed to stutter while he continued to furiously mouth-fuck me, taking the whole of my enraged manhood into his warm, moist, attentive mouth. He sucked me like a kid eats a popsicle, with deep, long strides that ended with a slurping, vacuum seal of a suck around my tip.

”But I think my pendulum is fucked up,” I managed to continue, as the motions of his lip and tongue started to bring me near the brink of orgasm. “It seems, for some reason, my pendulum sticks at… oh my… one end of the spectrum… ooooohhh… or the other.” My whole body was