Hi Guys,
I’m extremely excited and happy to have been asked to be a part of this group blog. In truth, I’m thrilled to be invited to anything, but to be invited to hang with people that are actually cool is almost unbelievable to me. Wait ’til I tell the guys under the bridge about this.
I’ve already posted this in another blog in which I participate. I thought it might be a nice “getting acquainted” kind of piece. If you have time, you might want to read the first three parts of the story. That way you can get the sense of the characters and the background of the story.
Thanks for having me, fellows!
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See Parts I and II, and III here. You’ ll probably have to scroll down a bit.
This is my record of my first time. It was also probably the best, so far.
The warmth of his hand on my already hard dick caused me to gasp. Tom ’s face was close enough to mine in the dark that I could see his grin as he massaged my hardness. It felt like a million volts of electricity were passing from his hand into me as he stroked me. I came in his hand almost instantly. We both lay there for moment as I caught my breath. When my head stopped spinning, I knew what I wanted to do to Tom. Ever since I could remember, I had wanted to have a man’s dick in my mouth. More than anything else, I craved that intimate contact with a man. But I didn’t see any way to accomplish that here, with Lenny snoring on the other side of the bed, and Tim the Church Guy, lying on the other bed with his mind somewhere back home safe and warm. Tom shifted his body next to mine, so that I could feel his hardness pressing against me, urgent and full of life, full of seed needing to be released. We lay there belly to belly. Tom took the lead, putting his arms around me, drawing me close. He kissed me, which drove me to intoxication again, his warm breath against my face, his hot tongue exploring my mouth. I think Lenny shifted on the other side of the bed as I groaned. Tom, I think was delighted that I was helpless in his arms, a slave to the pleasure he was giving and receiving with me. Somehow, my mind functioned enough to bring an idea to the surface. “The bathroom,” the words surfacing in my clouded mind. I pulled free from Tom with difficulty and swung my feet out of bed, motioning for Tom to follow. He got the idea right away and we stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind us. Tom turned on the light, and leaned against the countertop, and our bodies seemed to merge into each other as we kissed long and slow and deep. I couldn’t tell where he began and I ended. His skin felt like like fire against mine. I started heading south, making a stop at his nipples. They were small and dark and beautifully shaped. Evidently they were sensitive as well, because he moaned quietly while I sucked and played with them. I could the hardness in his shorts thrashing around and I could feel the moisture growing, so I wasted no time, getting down to what I came there for. I got on my knees and slowly pulled down his gym shorts, his erect dick bouncing in my face. He had already leaked a huge amount of precum into his shorts, but more was on the way. I buried my face in his pubic hair, nuzzling and licking. I wanted every salty drop of his body fluid I could get. I licked his tight balls, and then licked up the underside of his shaft, until I came to the head, which I took in my mouth. I bathed his corona in saliva, working it with my tongue. I had never been this close to a man. I opened my throat and took him down to the base, like I had seen a girl do in a porn movie once. It made me gag, but I tried until I could do it. I worked my way back up the shaft, until I had just the head in my mouth, working that while I stroked him by hand at the base. I kept working him by hand while I licked just underneath his balls, inhaling the fiercely funky testosterone smell of his manness. But I didn’t stay there long. When I brought my mouth back to his dick, it was already throbbing and jerking. I kept just his head in my mouth, and kept stroking with my hand. I knew he was going to explode soon. I wanted to try something that had fascinated me ever since I had first heard about it: I wanted to swallow his seed.
When he came, it was like an explosion. Tom grabbed my head, and pulled it against his belly as his seed blew into my mouth. It tasted hot and sweet and salty at the same time. I caught most of it, trying to keep it in the front of my mouth (I had been studying, you see), waiting until he finished to swallow it all at one go. I gagged a little, but I got it down. I felt as though I had been initiated into a very special brotherhood, by means of a very sacred communion. I was different inside. I had received Tom’s essence, and had been transformed into a different being. I licked up the remaining bit that had escaped my attention, and took his dick in my mouth again, very gently. I kept it in my mouth until it went all the way soft, and just rested with it there, my head against his belly. After a minute, Tom pulled it out of my mouth, and sank down to the floor beside me. We held each other, kissing each other very gently on the cheek, the neck, the lips, the ears, our hands gently grazing each other. We were in a state where there were no words. We were blank, we were simply present, inhabiting each others heat. It seemed like we stayed there for hours, and I would gladly have stayed there for ever. Eventually though, Tom got up and went back to bed, getting into bed with Tim the Church Guy. Jealousy tried to stir in me, but I understood it was to avoid questions in the morning. 
I followed a while later, crawling into bed beside Lenny, who was now snoring gently, oblivious to the earth shaking events that had recently occurred around him. I lay there ’til dawn, slipping in and out of sleep, in a revery of remembrance, the taste of him, the feel of him, the smell of him. When I dozed, my sleeping mind was full of him, when I woke, I was sated, yet longing for more of him. It wasn’t love as I had always thought of it, it was more a cessation of striving, a feeling of saturation and satisfaction and absolute harmony. Something in me felt that I had just done the “rightest” thing I had ever done. And I knew it needed doing again…and again.
Be loved,
DEL
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