Brad felt drugged with pleasure and fatigue, and he quickly faded into a deep, spiraling sleep, his knees still spread wide. Jim lay there trying to decipher his own actions. He didn't believe that he was a fag. He knew that he didn't love Brad. He knew that he loved Cathy. He knew that he wanted to make love to her as often as she would allow. He knew that he was not attracted to any other guys. But he also knew that if Brad ever offered his big dick to him again he would suck it. And he knew that his own little cock was still hard as a rock, and he had to do something about it.
He quietly went to the bathroom, staring at the delicious dick as he passed, wishing that he could suck it again without waking Brad. He jacked off into the toilet, using spit and remnants of Brad's cum, which still clung to the inside of his mouth, for lubrication. As the last drops of semen dripped from his pecker, he suddenly decided to do something he had never done before. He smeared some of it on his finger and tasted his own spunk. It tasted very different from Brad's. It was much saltier, and the aftertaste was quite bitter. He cleaned himself up, gargled with some mouthwash, and went back to bed.
Unable to sleep once again that night, Jim did some serious soul- searching. He had no explanation for his action, but decided to try not to beat himself up over it. He would just deal with it as best he could. That turned out to be another blowjob first thing in the morning. He woke Brad up by devouring his morning hard on. After Jim had swallowed a hot tasty breakfast, he and Brad went about their regular routine without another word said. Later, when brad returned from his evening jog, he stripped and headed straight for the shower. He found Jim sitting on the edge of the tub, eagerly awaiting another mouthful of meat.
The following day was Saturday, and Cathy came up to visit Jim. He was nervous about seeing her for the first time after his discovery of a hidden talent, but he was also eager to see if his feelings had changed.
or Brad wore clothes for a change, and after meeting Cathy, left them alone to spend the day with Michelle. Jim wasted no time. He proclaimed profusely how much he had missed Cathy, and led her to the bedroom for some intense kissing. She was surprised at his passion and responded to it quickly. Very soon Jim had her naked on her back on his bed, and he was overjoyed to recognize the enormity of his attraction and lust for her. He disrobed without reluctance as she gawked with excitement at his finally revealed genitals. He climbed atop her and proceeded to devour her plump tits as she cooed her approval. She had allowed him to play with them many times before, but he had never tried this and she liked it.
Soon she reached down and grabbed his hard dick, attempting to guide it to her tingling snatch. But Jim pulled away from her and began to descend down her chubby body, dragging his tongue lazily across her soft skin. As he approached her naval she began to protest, but he ignored her. He had offered once before to eat her pussy, but she had declined, saying that he was sick, and that it was gross. Amid protests his tongue circled around her dark bush, along her soft, corpulent thighs and down to the puffy pink lips of her cunt. She was trying to pull his face from her crotch with a fistful of his hair as his tongue began to plow the juicy mouth open, working relentlessly up and down the deep groove. But when he found her swollen clit she froze and terminated all protests.
Jim sucked and licked her peanut so vigorously that Cathy lost all control of her inhibitions. Her feet were drawn up under her and her knees spread so wide she looked like a clam. As his stiff tongue plunged into her she cried for him to lick deeper, or faster, or harder. She gripped his head in both hands and jammed his face firmly into her crotch as she began to experience her first orgasm. She bucked and hunched wildly, hollering loudly as she almost drowned Jim with a flood of hot, bitter juices. She screamed for him to fuck her immediately, and he willingly obliged. He told her to get on her hands and knees, and he slammed his stiff pecker into her from behind. She met his vigorous thrusts with vigor of her own, her beautiful fat ass jiggling like Jell-O as his pelvis slapped against it. He reached under her and played with her swinging tits as they fucked at a furious pace.
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Soon he felt the nearness of his own orgasm and sought to stall it. He pulled out of her sopping cunt and fell to his back on the bed, instructing her to sit on his face. With no reluctance she straddled his mouth and began to grind her slimy oyster all over his tongue and nose, grunting with lust. When she began to cum again he told her to climb onto his dick and fuck the hell out of him. She scrambled quickly to his flagpole and dropped to its base with all her weight as she flooded his crotch with hot cream. She rode his throbbing cock like a Clydesdale as he pumped his jism inside her. She continued to bounce on his shaft like a pogo stick until all the sperm had squirted from her hot hole and her orgasm had finally subsided.
They lay beside each other panting for a long time, both exhausted from their strenuous fucking. Finally Cathy broke the silence. "I had no idea it could feel that good," she sighed.
"We're just gonna have to keep practicing till its gets even better," Jim returned.
"I want you to eat me again," she said. "God, that felt good."
"Not until you give me a blow-job," Jim stated.
"No, I don't want to," she whined, "that's gross."
"Fine then, no pussy eating."
After considering that for a moment Cathy agreed to try giving a blow-job, but requested that he wash first. After all, he was soaked with sperm, not to mention her own juices, from the fucking. Jim refused, saying that he would eat her without bathing if she would do him. The idea excited Cathy to her surprise, and she agreed. They settled into a slow 69 with Jim on the bottom. Cathy sucked his weenie much better than expected, coaxing it quickly back to a respectable hardness, but Jim was concentrating more on comparing her technique on his cock to his own technique on Brad's than on his actual enjoyment of his first blow job.
While she mechanically pumped her mouth in quick, three inch strokes, he wanted to tell her how Brad loved a more passionate technique, with his swollen cock head engulfed by Jim's mouth while Jim's tongue snaked along the underside of the shaft, and that he had practiced that morning on a banana to improve his deep throat technique. While he warned her that he was about to cum, and that she'd better finish him off with her fist, he wanted to tell her how he had been devising all afternoon that the next time he sucked Brad's big dick, he would try to stall his ejaculation by plugging his piss hole with the tip of his tongue while he curled his lips over his teeth and bit down on the jerking giant. While she reached another violent orgasm, spraying his face with more cunt juices, he wanted to tell her how Brad's semen tasted like caramel, thick and rich, and creamy.
After Cathy said her reluctant good-byes and told him how long the three weeks till her next visit would be, Jim showered and dressed and waited in front of the TV for Brad to get home. He finally came dragging in around midnight and sat with Jim on the sofa. He asked if Jim had gotten laid.
"Yeah," he beamed. "And a few more things too."
Brad insisted that he give all the details. He was amazed that she had sucked his dick, but Jim explained that tongue-in-groove work had provided all the necessary incentive.
"I have no doubt," Brad teased with a wink. He then proceeded to detail his evening with Michelle. It had proceeded with the clockwork precision and predictability of a pendulum. They had watched TV, ordered a pizza, and talked about how they had missed each other. He had kissed her, felt her tits, and fingered her twat. She had disrobed in the bathroom, turned off the lights, climbed into bed, and spread her legs. He had licked her nipples, kissed her twat, climbed on top of her, and fucked her with all his might. She had clawed at his back (careful not to break the skin), moaned and groaned, and begged him to do it faster and harder. He had dumped his load, cuddled awhile, reluctantly removed his still hard ham bone, dressed, kissed her goodbye, and left.
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