The ride to work

His skin was soft and the small hairs of his chest were a fine downy fur under my finger tips. His back felt good against my chest and stomach, and I loved the way his tattoos shone dark from his skin. He trembled as I slid my left hand over the rough fabric of his pants and lightly traced his manhood. My right hand stroked up and down his stomach. His long black hair was in the way as I bit his shoulder softly. He pulled it aside with a nervous twitch, mumbling an apology and reaching up to adjust his glasses. My left hand undid his pants, cool fingers slipped within to gently rub his cock, bracketing it between thumb and forefinger.

"umm" he said hesitantly, shifting back against me.

My hand followed, my right arm curling around his waist even as my left slipped his cock free of his clothing. Soft nibbles worked up his neck as my fingers lightly began stroking his cock. I ran my pointer finger up the underside, lightly circling the head and paying attention to the area directly where the head meets the shaft on the underside, the male clitoris.

"Ach..." he said, half a sound of concern, half a moan of pleasure.

One inked arm rose to hold my head against his neck. Twisting it changed into a kiss. It was different from kissing a woman, the fine stubble against my lips, the tongue darking and twisting against mine. He pushed his ass back against me and the hard outline of his ass formed a groove my rigid cock was nestled within. The sensation almost made me collapse, my knees strangely weak. My right hand shifted to clasp the base of his penis as I stroked his cock. His lean body felt hard and warm between my arms.

One hand shifted to his hip and I turned him, he mumbled something as I practically collapsed to my knees before him. Even as my tongue reached out to lightly flick the head of his penis, his long fingers closed on the shaves sides of my head. My left hand curled around the base of his cock and pulled him towards me as my right curled to squeeze the soft hardness of his ass. I licked around the edges of his head, working up the nerve to do something that would be a first for both of us. My left hand tilted his cock upward, I ran my tongue down the length until I got to my fist. I then gently bit my way back upward. Finally I took it into my mouth. It was hot, hard and a little salty. I sucked it in, not too deeply, it was a new thing for me. I slid my lips back and forth down the length of his shaft. I worked my tongue around the head, barely aware of where I was. My left hand stroked in time, sliding up as I withdrew and down as I took him in. I lost track of time, became deaf. His fingers spasmed on my head and he thrust. I almost choked with the suddenness of it. The cock was on fire and seemed to triple in girth. Cum spilled into my mouth, hot, bitter, salty, smoky and acidic all at once. A flavor ultimately male and unclassifiable. With his cock in my mouth it was swallow or choke. I swallowed even as I backed away, gasping for air and to ease my gagging throat.

His head was back as little tremors traveled up and down his thin frame. I realized that my knees hurt and the breeze on his porch was very cold. He looked down and we stared at each other. I felt hot blood flood my face and his neck turned dark red. He stammered and we both turned to look at Blythe and Chris, who were staring with a sort of slack jawed amazement.

"What the FUCK dude??" Chris started, floundering for the words.

Blythe shifted, breathing heavy. Both women looked ready to orgasm at the drop of a hat. "Honey...you want to explain that?" She asked with a sort of choked curiosity.

"I...ah...can't?" I said, blushing harder. "But...it was..good.."

"Yeah...ah..I..huh." Pete stammered, his eyes steamed behind glasses. "Ummm.."

Turning redder, he fled into the house.