oozed onto my finger, which I put to my lips. It was a good mixture of salty and sweet, I thought. I leaned down and cleaned his hole of pre cum. His moans beckoned me for more, and I gladly took him in my mouth.

I tried to deep throat him, but he was too large. I relaxed my jaw and with my tongue worked up and down his shaft. He felt so good in my mouth; it made me want to take more of him. It took a lot of effort, but soon my nose was buried deep in blonde pubes. I took in his masculine scent, a nice mixture of sweat and sex that sent my head spinning. Placing his hands on the back of my head, he pressed me down further making me gag at first, but soon I recovered and matched him thrust for thrust.

His cock made love to my mouth; thrusting deep in and out, gripping me tighter he filled my mouth with his seed. It was a sweet taste. I couldn’t get enough of it. I drank up all he had to offer and milked him for more. He stroked my hair and waited until he was limp before pulling out of my mouth.

I stood up and he pulled me into his arms. His hands traveled the length of my back down to my smooth cheeks. Slowly he parted them, his finger inching its way closer to my center. I held on tight as he began to dig inside of me. He lowered me onto the couch pulling my legs over his shoulders. I leaned back and let him spread my cheeks open with his large hands.

He lowered his head to my rosebud. I relaxed my legs and let his tongue enter my sphincter. With gentle strokes, his tongue worked in and out of me. I grabbed at the cushions of the couch, anything to steady myself from the intense sensation I was feeling. It was the first time a man had tasted me there and it was an incredibly intense feeling.

I leaned my head back and screamed out as he slipped his index finger into me. It reached inside of me until it found my magic spot. Alternating between his fingers and his wet tongue he brought me to orgasm. Streams of creamy cum shot out of me, covering my smooth chest.

When I finished coming he pulled himself up to me. Our bodies tight against each other’s on the couch, he wrapped his arms around me as I rested my head on his chest. We stayed that way the rest of the night, talking and getting to know each other. Thinking back on it, it’s funny how gay guys tend do things backwards. They eat dessert before the main course, but in the end who cares as long as we don’t end up alone.