He’s on all fours in front of me in a small black jock. His pale, smooth body glistens in the daylight for my viewing pleasure. I call him forward and he obeys immediately, as he should. I smile. He does, too.
I stand up and touch his radiant face. Once my fingers reach that smile of his I let him suck on them. He devours them like he hasn’t had a meal in ages, his eyes closing in pure ecstasy with the gift I have just given him.
I pull my fingers from his mouth and push his face into my groin, burying him in the fabric and against the throbbing cock waiting underneath. I let him undress me, anticipation-like electricity powering us both. He pulls my pants down, then my underwear. Once my manhood is revealed, the blood from every part of my body surges to the point where his lips and my cock meet.
He treats it like royalty, his tongue swirling around the pulsating head as the rest of his warm throat engulfed it entirely. The moment he lifts off of me to get air, I know exactly what to do to him next.
