The veins were what I felt most on my tongue as I knelt next to him and moved my lips over his length. He’d wanted to fuck my mouth and I was more than happy to let him, the spit I could not swallow washing down his shaft as he pushed me down again and again. It built up in my throat, the fluid from almost gagging deep thrusting strokes, extra slippery and so thick that I wished for the hundredth time that the wall in the back of my throat would fall open so that I could take his entire length into me.
But the wall wouldn’t budge no matter how ardently he pushed or I wished it. I gagged hard as I moved him against my lips and the saliva which had pooled in my throat leaked out over him. He moaned, the gagging and drooling egging him on even more.
When he’s very, very excited, that’s when the veins stand out so clearly that I can feel them with my tongue. Gagging subsided, I opened my mouth to him again, letting him push into me, leg braced against the bed so as to maximize the range of motion of his hip. I watched, fascinated by the slippery slide into my mouth and the working of his muscles, the clenching of his ass, the feel of his hair against my lips.
I broke free for a moment despite his protests to pour lube over my fingers. “I want to put my finger in you,” I murmured, my lips close to his. “Will you let me?” He pulled my head down to kiss me hard and I felt a noise that only could have been assent from somewhere in the region of his heart.
I swirled slippery fingers around his ass as he nudged his purple cockhead toward me. I refused to open my lips, concentrating instead on coercing the tip of my finger past the first ring of muscle, but he couldn’t wait longer to push himself against my lips, parting them as I whimpered in a play of pathetic refusal so that he could play at force.
With my finger in him and his cock in me, his veins popped out high enough that I could have sucked each individual pathway between my lips if I’d not been taking such hard thrusts into my mouth that all I could do is hold on, hold on and moan and gently slide my finger over that hard ring of muscle again and again and again until at last he clenched his hands fully in my hair, pushed me down to the point of gagging and came hot down my throat, calling out loud to whichever god accepts praise for the receipt of good sex.
Whew! Hot….
Yes I’d like to know the proper name of the god, so I can praise him properly next time I scream ;)
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Damn. I should not have read this before work! Now I’m going to be distracted all day!!!
Well, dang.
*silly grin*
Out of all the places I regularly visit on the webs and never expected to see an Ad for Dr. Horrible this Blog was top of the list.
‘Tis not an ad, per se. It’s my own personal recommendation. :) –aag
I agree, we should praise the gods of good sex loudly and often!!
Now, I’m going to need to go have some “private” time with myself.
Whew…. that was hot!!!! I Don’t know in whose place I’d rather be, yours or his.
Ummm. Wow. Original response, I know, but very hot, indeed!
I’m in the same boat. I try and try to open up but it just hasn’t happened yet. It’s an excuse for lots and lots of practice, though! :)
A really sexy post…
I love that point when all I can do is hang on for dear life while he fucks my mouth. A very sexy post.
Hot!
Have you ever had a guy fucking your throat so hard that you felt as if you might pass out if it continued? How do you get past that? It seems like he might have been fucking your throat at least near that hard…
Finally! Blog love for veiny men!
This guy’s veins sound just like me. When it’s hot (weather wise) or when I’m turned on they all really stick out, especially on the undersides of my arms.
My friends in the UK think it’s weird but K, a Caribbean girl I met thought it was hot. I hope other people do too.
Oops sorry, the link above was meant to open in a new window, but it looks like WordPress stripped it down so that it didn’t. I feel like I have violated blog ettiquette regarding referring to your own posts on someone else’s comments. Sorry AAG!