HUNGRY FOR LUNCH
CHARTER TWO
Nick sprawled supine on the low stack of gym mats. His hands were clasped behind his head. His half-hard penis lay to the left of his thatch of pubic hair, a darker brown like the hair in his arm pits. He lazily scratched his testicles.
"We are gonna start with a tongue bath. Do you know how to do that?"
"I lick you all over?"
"Your lips and tongue are gonna go eveywhere, man. Well, not on my mouth. I don't kiss guys."
I moved up to his side and started to bend my head down toward his groin. His palm went to my forehead and he pushed me away.
"Start with my fuckin' feet. Suck my toes, dude. If you do a good job on the rest of my bod I might let you suck my dick."
I took the big toe of his right foot into my mouth, licked it all over, began to suck on it. It tasted a little dirty, a little sweaty. My hard cock told me I didn't care about that. I gave the same treatment to all his toes, on both his feet. Then I licked the rest of his feet and began traveling north to his ankles and shins. My lips encountered the sprinkling of silky hairs on his long, sinewy legs.
I was working on the inside of his thigh, my cheek nudging his balls. I wanted to taste his scrotum and turned my head to do that. Again, he stopped me.
"Not yet. Make out with my belly button."
I lapped up his light treasure trail and burried my tongue in his navel. I sucked out a bit of lint and continued lovingly over his taut abs. His muscled pecs got my attention next. When I sucked on his nipples I felt them harden and when I glanced down his body I saw his cock was now fully hard and reaching up past the navel I had just made love to.
My mouth went up to his shoulders and then licked the sweaty hairs in both his pits. The odor and flavor intoxicated me. My lips moved over his steely biceps and down to his hand. At this point he shoved his fingers into my mouth and began to probe my teeth and gums, my tongue and palate as if this was his property now.
At last, I came to his face; lickable cheeks, chin, nose, eyelids, forehead. Sensing that I was allowed, I poked my tongue into his ears and then into each nostril. Through all this Nick sighed with satisfaction. He was getting his due.
He flipped over, now lying face down. I knew I had to make love to his heels, calves and back before I could earn access to what I knew lay hidden between the perfect globes of his tight, smooth buttocks. Only after his buns were covered with my saliva did he reach back and spread them open. Starting at the top of his crack I worked my tongue slowly downward, gliding over his anus to lap at his taint. Then I returned to what I had to have. I made my mouth into an O and started to suck on his asshole. I felt it start to unclench. I later learned that at this point he was bearing down as if trying to defecate.
Nick's sphincter relaxed and admitted my tongue. He rose to his knees and with his hand on the back of my head pulled my face deeper into his butt so my tongue could move into him, past the ring and into his very rectum. I marveled at the silky texture of the tube my tongue encountered and at the taste of what I found there. I had thought that this kind of contact would have disgusted me. But no, it didn't repel me at all; I felt I was doing what I was born to do. Nick was writhing at the attention he was receiving.
"Stick your tongue way up my asshole, Adam. Clean it for me, man. You know you want to."
With that he flipped us over so that I was on my back he was crouched over my face looking down toward my feet. I could see and feel my saliva oozing out his asshole and landing on my face. But then he squatted over me and lowered himself adroitly so his hole was planted firmly on my mouth. The downward pressure of his weight permitted my tongue to go even further into his bowel. He was jerking his massive meat and when he noticed my own organ was still jutting out hard from my unbuttoned pants he reached down with his left hand started to fondle me. After just two firm strokes I began to climax more violently and copiously than I ever had before. He directed the volleys of my semen so none would soil him.
Then Nick swiveled around on my chest, his bunslippery on my upper body. He reached behind my head to grasp the back of my neck and as he pulled my head toward his crotch he used his thumb on my chin to pry open my mouth. I knew enough to fold my lips back over my teeth as he forced the pre-cum slathered bulbous head of his phallus and about three inches of shaft over my tongue to the beginning of my throat. Four inches remained to be deployed.
"You know how to give me your throat, dude, right? Or do we gotta work on that? Plus I want your finger sticking way up in my buttchute, search for my prostate so you can rub it while I fuck your skull."
I inserted my finger through Nick's anus and into his spit coated "chute" where I bent it forward and found the spot he wanted me to rub. Immediately a flow of pre-seminal fluid spurted out of the urethra my tongue had been probing. Again, the taste of him overwhelmed me. He began a relentless forward movement of his pelvis. His hard penis broached the entrance to my throat. I began to gag. I had never fellated an organ as large as his. My eyes teared up. I couldn't breathe.
He stopped pushing his cock into my head. "Breathe through your nose, man. Just concentrate on relaxing your throat muscles. We can do this."
After a bit it began to seem possible. He slowly pushed the rest of his engorged organ through my lips and down my throat. When I felt his pubes against my lips he paused. He looked down at me and smiled. "Good job, babe," he said.
Then he began a steady fucking of my throat. He reached behind and felt to see whether my cock was hard again. It was. His baggy scrotum that was bouncing off my chin seem to compact. He yelped and I began to feel hot wads of semen shooting into my throat. One, two, three volleys of his cum slid down my gullet. Then he pulled back so his glans was in my mouth and he errupted two more times. I came again too without even touching myself.
"Dude," he said. "Check out how good I am to you. I knew you wanted to taste my jizz and now you can."
I swished around the thick gob of Nick-sperm in my mouth, extracting its salty, soapy flavor and, when told, opened my mouth to show him what hehad deposited in me before I swallowed it.
We lay there. Nick on his side with his softening dick still in my mouth and my finger still buried in his ass. I kept my lips and tongue, my finger, very still as his breathing became steadier. He was dozing. With my free hand I picked up the white briefs he had been wearing. Inside the pouch I found some stiff spots of dried precum and a few piss-yellow blotches. In the seat there a few faint brown skid marks.
Nick began to stir. I tightened my lips on his organ while he sleepily began thrusting into my mouth. The tempo increased as he became fully awake. He pounded into me relentlessly until he came once more with a volume of semen almost as big as the first time. He pulled his dick from my mouth and got up onto his knees.
He fondled his balls and said, "After two nuts like that, man, I got to piss something fierce."
"Is there a toilet here?" I asked.
"You fuckin' know there is. Bring your face up here next to my junk and open your mouth."
I had never dreamed of doing this. I was disgusted. I was fascinated. But I did what he said. He lay his penis on my tongue and when I started to close my lips around it he said, "Don't suck. If you get me hard again I won't be able to piss."
I felt him quiver and then I felt his stream start. A geyser of warm salty liquid filled my mouth until my cheeks bulged. Again I reveled in the taste of him.
Nick said, "Swallow that, babe. Keep drinking it down."
He emptied the contents of his bladder into my stomach. Now I was his in a way I had never could have imagined. He shook the last drops of his piss on my face and then started to put his clothes on.
Clutching his briefs, I asked, "Can I keep this, Nick?"
He grinned and replied, "Cool. You want something to jack off with, am I right?" I nodded.
He turned and looked at me before he went out the door.
"Come here," he said. "Turn around," he said.
He yanked my pants and underware down to my knees, then told me to bend over. With no warning he jabbed his middle finger deep into my asshole and wiggled it around. When re withdrew it he told me to lick it clean.
"Owen," he said. "I want you to keep your asshole clean and lubed from now on. I may want to fuck you next time."
And then he was gone.
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