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Curiouser and Curiouser Part III

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 05 Aug 2000 1 comments
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by Russel This story continues immediately on from Part II. My teacher/ confidante, Mr Kennedy had just given me my first ever blow job, and here I am contemplating returning the favour. "You don't have to if you don't want to, Russ..." He said. I was determined. But I felt like playing around a bit first... I put my lips to the thin fabric of the jockeys. "It's okay if you're not...oh...oh! Yeah!" Mr Kennedy was I was wetting the cotton with my saliva, sucking through the tidy threads, and kneading his satisfying package with my tongue. I licked along the outside of the briefs, along the outline of his excited love muscle - from the top of his balls, along slightly towards the right, and right up to the elastic waistband that was now inches from his smooth waist. His pole tingled, and I could see it move beneath the green fabric. When I finished my journey along his rod to the waistband, I peeked over to see the round pink head of his huge specimen, and the thick mat of jet black pubes that proliferated around his superior mast. I took in a deep breath, his clean, manly scent was infectious to my nose. I flicked out my tongue and gave his piss slit a quick, tentative lick. He quivered. I went back to the stretched and tented fabric that enclosed his boiling manhood, and began massaging his throbbing cock through the thin cotton. The material was now sticking to every contour of his dick and nuts, wet with my warm saliva. My arms grew sore on the wood of the massive desk, so I reached them around his back, my forearms following either side of his spine and my hands caressing his shoulder blades. This allowed me to move more comfortably, by bracing myself against him. I saw his fingers clawing at the wooden desktop, and saw his legs inch wider apart to expose more of himself to me. My heart was pounding, I was just making everything up as I went. I had no idea what I was doing, and was not sure if I actually wanted to be doing it. But the energy and the adrenaline was growing and I just couldn't stop. I was licking and sucking and massaging furiously now, his briefs clung to his meat package, wet and heavy with spit. I was going wild now. He reached a hand to the back of my head, and slowly guided it down to his crotch. He held my face, side on, right on top of his throbbing cock and boiling sack. I took this opportunity to catch my breath, and realized that Mr. Kennedy was gasping with heavy breathing too. I felt his torso heave above my head, and I could almost hear his heart pounding behind his stunning, toned and hairy chest. We caught our breaths and I decided there would be no more stalling. I was going to return the favor. There was no more question about it. I had to do it. I pulled my arms back from behind him and pulled away the elastic band. His pulsing, rock hard dick flung up to greet me, swaying in front of my lips, inches from the tip of my nose. He moved his legs, and I pulled the band down and anchored it behind his red, swollen balls. His briefs now went around his legs and under behind his sperm sack, pushing everything upwards, accentuating his thick, uncut man pole. First, I gently kissed the red knob, then slowly, put my lips to it, and took more into my mouth millimeter by millimeter. I was still kinda uncomfortable and nervous, so I wanted to take it slowly, at my own pace. Now my lips where at the ridge, holding the foreskin back from recovering the massive cock head. One of my arms returned to his back, while my other came to the front and grasped the bace of his throbbing fuck pole. I swirled my tongue around his knob, flicking it along the ridge, tickling his piss hole. He was leaking pre-cum like the slow lava from a volcano. It tasted surreal on my tongue, addictive. I kept licking and sucking and jacking the base with my hand. Mr. Kennedy was groaning louder and louder. The sensation was intoxicating. I counldn't stop. I was getting faster and faster. I kept this up for another 5 minutes at least, and then the most surreal experience of my life happened. Mr. Kennedy's body stiffened, I think he held his breath because he stopped groaning, then all of a sudden, he began shooting squirt after squirt down my throat. It was so warm and salty. I gulped it down as fast as I could, but even then some still oozed out the corner of my mouth. He loosened up as I pulled away, and gave that exhasted groan that I knew pretty well. I looked up at his striking chiseled jawline, his 5 o'clock shadow, and those shocking blue eyes. "I..." Before I could say anything, he leaned down and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. Not a pass, just a kind of friendly kiss. We hugged, and stayed clasped together for another half hour or so.