“I guess I’ll have to take your measurements then,” he whispers, moving his finger down to my balls and then cupping them. Fuck, I never thought that I’d see the day where I’ll be this fucking excited to be measuring dicks. “With my mouth,” he adds, his grin widening at the same rate my heart picks up the pace.
I kick off my boxers, finally standing completely naked in front of Daniel, and my eyes focus on his lips. I just want to fucking ram my cock past his lips and drive it deep inside his mouth. But, somehow, he’s dictating the pace and I don’t want to take the lead. Sure, he’s fucking torturing me - but I’m loving every second of it.
“Do it,” I tell him, grabbing at his but still refraining from pulling him into me. He looks up at me and, without saying a word, starts leaning in; he parts his lips slightly, slowly reaching with the tip of his tongue for my cock. Before he touches it, he tilts his head sideways and brushes the tip of his tongue against the side of my shaft. Without taking his eyes off mine, he licks my shaft down to its root, and then goes back up until his tongue is circling my tip.
Unable to restrain myself any longer, I try and pull him toward me - and he doesn’t fight back. He lowers himself willingly, parting his lips and wrapping them around the tip of my cock. I sigh heavily as I feel the warmness in his mouth, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I never thought that coming back to my hometown would turn my life upside down: first Karen, and now Daniel. Jesus fucking Christ, I really can’t keep it inside my pants.
I groan as Daniel starts sliding his mouth down the length of my shaft - he goes down inch by slow inch, my cock rolling over his mouth until I feel its tip pressed tightly against the back of his throat. He holds his position for what seems like an eternity, my eyes rolling in their orbits as pleasure builds up inside my body like a looming thunderstorm.
“Fuck, are you sure you never did this before?” I ask him with a grin, still gritting my teeth as he starts pulling back, my cock sliding out of his mouth. “Because you sure as fuck know what you’re doing.”
“I always know what I’m doing, Colt,” he teases me, my cock popping out of his mouth with a wet sound. He catches his breath, his fingers curled around my shaft as he moves his hand back and forth, stroking me in a crescendo.
Diving into me again, this time he doesn’t tease me: he just opens his mouth as wide as he can, and then guides my cock inside him in one swift movement. I exhale sharply as I feel the warmness of his mouth on my flesh, his tongue pressing upward on my shaft and making me completely delirious. Fuck, he might have never sucked a man before being with, but he sure as fuck has a talent for it - he might even be as good as Karen, and that’s saying something.
I throw my head back and close my eyes as Daniel starts moving his mouth back and forth, bobbing his head so fast that my cock might catch fire. I surrender to that delirious ecstasy that keeps on building inside of me, and I have to take a deep breath to calm down and stop myself from just cumming inside his mouth. I’m not saying it won’t happen, mind you, but we’re just getting started. I don’t want to ruin the fun this soon.
My muscles start tensing up even harder than before, and I feel my cock throbbing harshly against the inside of Daniel’s cheeks. Feeling a torrent of cum making its way up to the surface, I hold my breathe and make an effort to send it back down, sliding my cock out of Daniel’s mouth at the same time. It comes out with a lustful sound, and I place my hand back on the wall, breathing hard and trying to reel from how close I came to flooding my stepfather’s mouth with my semen.
“That was close,” he grins, slowly going up to his feet. I’m still breathing hard when he crushes his mouth against mine, the flavor of my cock inundating my in a heartbeat. Pushing my tongue inside his mouth, we kiss in complete abandonment, my hand darting back to his crotch.
“My turn now,” I tell Daniel in a single breath, pushing him back against the counter and moving fast, going down to my knees. I don’t even bother with pulling his boxers down: I just lean forward, pressing my open mouth against his shaft and over the fabric. I suck on it, his scent blending my own and I close my eyes and curl my fingers around the hem of his boxers. I tug them in one quick movement, and his cock jumps out and hits me straight in the mouth, the taste of salty pre-cum making its way from my tongue to my brain in a hurry.