Fellatio
By Ernest Winchester
Copyright 2011 By Ernest Winchester
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Fellatio
The cock stands out, firm and straight, just as the observer likes it. The scrotum hangs loosely, and is admired as well, as the soft, velvety skin invites a caress. A smile curls the observer’s lips and a gleam in the eyes flash up at the owner of the magnificent genitals making him look down with pride at his manhood, so close to his lover’s face. The eyes are level with the cock, making the observation easy. The upward looking gaze conveys not only appreciation, but also eagerness. The man reaches out to gently place his hands on the back of the observer’s head, slowly pulling it forward in an unspoken invitation. The smile broadens until it is necessary to pucker the lips to greet the glans, the lips touching ever so softly the area around the slit—an enthusiastic lover’s kiss. The tongue comes out to tease the cock’s tip as the eyes look up again to send the smile that the lips are now too preoccupied to deliver. The lips part to encompass the end of the purple cock head, inclosing over half of the large mushroom. The lips and cock head remain dry, for the moment as least, as suction is applied to draw out the first delicious drop of pre-cum. The tip of the tongue accepts the offering, holding it, savoring its flavor. It is sweet, and the person who is no longer simply an observer enjoys the succulent release. The eyes close dreamily, relishing the moment.
Fingers touch under the chin, signaling a slight degree of impatience on the man’s part, making it known that he demands more. The lover obeys the signal, opening the lips more, moving an inch forward to encompass all of the glans within the mouth. The tongue rotates around the head, finally applying moisture to it as the lips form a seal around the flange of the cock head. A hand comes out to gently encase the scrotum, fingers lovingly roll the orbs within.
A moan emanates, though it is hard to tell who originates it. Perhaps it is from both. A second hand comes out to caress the man’s thigh before sliding over to encompass the base of the cock as the mouth slithers farther down the cock. The tongue plays along the underside of the head before extending along more of the shaft.
The mouth begins to salivate and the liquid is put to good use, coating the half of the cock that is ensconced. Slowly the head begins bobbing on and off the cock, spreading the saliva enough that the hand at the base of the cock can use some of it to start its action along the lower half of the shaft. The mouth and gripped hand work in unison, giving the entire length of the cock full attention. As more saliva is produced, it drips from the lower lip, runs down the chin to dribble away. The hand holding the scrotum signals the brain that the testicles are beginning to rise and the brain adds that information to all the other sensations, knowing that they are all doing a splendid job on the man.
Moans come from each participant, indicating that things are coming along superbly and that the desired effect is only minutes away. The minutes pass in enchanted ecstasy as mouth, hands and cock form a collaborative relationship, intent on one goal. As that goal nears, the man begins to groan, his legs quiver and his knees weaken. His hands tighten their grip on the back of the lover’s head and fear is evident for a second that the cock will be forced down the throat farther than it can be taken. But the lover knows that the man would do nothing to cause harm. He is too kind, too loving.
Suddenly the man cries out as the cock explodes, shooting streams of salty-sweet cum into his lover’s mouth. The tongue and throat swallow quickly, knowing that the stream may over load the mouth, not wanting to spill a single drop. As the pulsing slows and stops, the lover accepts the final squirts then looks up into the grateful eyes of the man. The man looks down, with soft groans still coming through his heavy breathing.
“Oh god! That was great, as always.”
The End