Jim couldn't really see the love Brad claimed he had for Michelle, but what he could see was the sadness, the dissatisfaction at their boring sex life, and he realized that that was why a healthy, macho, otherwise heterosexual male like Brad was willing to cross the gender line. It all boiled down to lust. And he supposed that explained his own actions as well.
Brad said that he had wanted to eat Michelle out just as Jim had eaten Cathy's pink taco, but she had refused, saying, "Maybe next time." He explained that her vaginal flavor was primo, but like everything else, she was stingy with it.
"Does Cathy's fur burger taste good?" he asked.
Jim wanted to say "yes" out of respect for his Cathy, but his hesitation gave him away.
Brad grinned and jumped to his feet. "I wanted you to see just how good Michelle's cunt tasted, so I didn't wash after we fucked," he gasped, fumbling with his button fly jeans. He wiggled his beautiful ass out of the jeans as he pushed them to the floor and stepped out of them. Without any coaxing Jim slid from the sofa to his knees and brought his face to his roomie's damp crotch. He examined the dried white stains of ejaculate before burying his nose into the dark fleshy balls and inhaling deeply. He nudged and poked his nose and lips all amongst the unwashed crotch, kissing and sniffing as he went, pushing the heavy dangling dong from side to side as he prodded, enjoying the dark scent of vaginal lubricant mixed with the familiar aroma of Brad's semen and sweat.
Finally he began to taste, poking the tip of his tongue delicately against the warm flesh. All the way home Brad had been imagining an interlude with Jim, but it had gone nothing like this. He had seen Jim swallowing his big cock and pumping it till he had blasted his load. But what Jim was actually doing was mind blowing. Brad's cock was hard as a Cardinal's dick at a nun's orgy, but Jim was ignoring it completely. He was licking balls and inner thighs and pubic hair as lightly as a butterfly. He even pushed his balls to one side so his velvet tongue could reach that dark, sweaty, always rank crevice between his nut sack and leg, first on one side and then the other. He bathed the balls thoroughly with his tongue before finally moving to the pulsating penis, planting wet little kisses along every millimeter with slippery lips. He began licking the length of the shaft as if he were painting it, tasting the delicious essence of spunk that had dried there. The familiar taste of Brad's cum was evident around the head, and he swirled his tongue greedily in circles to get it all, before returning to the shaft and balls to compare it to the new taste of Michelle's cunt. The wonderful sperm flavor was still faintly evident, but the cunt juice was unmistakable, and far tastier than Cathy's had been.
He was lost in lust as he once again bathed Brad's balls, following each new taste with excitement. Brad was in ecstasy as he spread his feet wider apart and lowered into a semi-squat to give better access to his crotch. Jim licked to the base of the scrotum and began following a new scent like a hound dog after a rapist. His tongue pushed ahead as he turned to face the other way, until he was completely under Brad and almost on his back. He crawled all the way through Brad's legs and returned to his knees behind him. He began kissing and licking the beautiful, round cheeks of Brad's ass, tasting the dampness of sweat that had begun popping out as Brad's lust increased. The taste was so erotic that he began to toy with the idea of taking it further.
He poked his nose into the crack and began kissing along its rim. He told Brad to bend over, which he quickly did. He reached his tongue down between Brad's legs and lapped at his balls once more, before slowly dragging his tongue upward toward the crack. He followed the crevice until he reached the anus, which he carefully bypassed to one side before returning to the center to lick all the way to the top. He did this several more times, licking from top to bottom along the crack, but always avoiding the anus as he passed it. Eventually he poked his nose against the tender hole, smelling the pungent, sour odor of feces, and felt Brad shiver. He eased his tongue in till the tip touched the puckered opening.
or Brad moaned deeply, "God that feels good." Jim then gently spread the tiny hole open with his finger tips and pushed his tongue in further, delicately dabbing the edges of the aperture as he probed it deeper and deeper. Suddenly Brad's aching cock jerked without warning as a spurt of jism flew to the floor. He straightened up quickly and spun around, ramming the big red log at Jim's eager mouth like a battering ram. He shoved the sausage in one long stroke all the way in to the scrotum and withdrew it just as smoothly, so that Jim didn't even have the chance to choke on it. He continued this steady face fucking, gliding his long, thick limb atop the warm, wet tongue till the sensitive, swollen head pushed deep into the tight throat while gobs of thick, hot cum boiled from its eye in an endless flow that oozed down into Jim's tummy. He was surprised at the abundance of it after blowing his wad up Michelle's fuck hole only an hour before.
Jim continually swirled his tongue along the belly of the beast making the withdrawal even more delightful for Brad. He would pull it all the way out, forcing Jim to reach with his tongue to maintain contact. Brad had never before taken such long strokes with his big cock. It was impossible to with a pussy because it would fall out and not be aligned for the next stroke. So he usually ended up just taking short, powerful jabs, which pleased the girls, but left him wanting for something more sensual. This was heaven.
Jim, too was enjoying the feeling. He had wanted to be able to take all of Brad's big bone, but hadn't been able to suppress the gags earlier. But now he realized the key was the constant movement in and out. Just as the gag reflex began to threaten, Brad withdrew the fat fella from his throat. He was able to settle into a comfortable breathing pattern, and felt that he could suck this delicious dick for hours.
In fact it seemed as if he just might. Brad realized that for the first time in his life he had reached an orgasm and didn't lose his erection. The intense orgasmic pleasure seemed to increase as he continued. Even after all the ejaculation of sperm had ended he felt the giddy sensations of orgasm persist and even expand. He felt intoxicated with ecstasy as butterflies danced in his stomach. His knees began to weaken and his arms became numb as his head grew dizzy and disoriented. He pulled his persistent penis all the way out and lay down on the floor, his legs spread wide as an invitation. Jim gleefully accepted and returned to his feast, regaining the gag-free rhythm as he swallowed the stiff pole to its very base, pressing his nose into the fine black bush and his chin against the plump balls. He let it slip from his mouth once to consider its enormous dimensions, baffled by his ability to fit it all into his mouth, calculating just how much of it was entering his throat.
Even as weakened as he was, Brad was able to continue thrusting his hips forward with each downward pump, but soon Jim began to realize that his throat had become accustomed to the immense intruder and he could now alter his rhythm, lingering at full penetration as his tongue massaged the granite column. He lovingly consumed his rations for nearly a half-hour as Brad writhed on the floor beneath him, caressing his hair as he moaned softly in the incessant rapture of orgasm. Jim allowed his own hands to wander along Brad's tight abdomen and washboard stomach, and up to the muscular chest of his lover. Neither knew how long they could continue the passionate session. Brad felt as if his dick was caught in a meat grinder, but the pleasure was too intense to want it to stop. Finally Brad began to feel the approach of his third ejaculation in two hours. He was afraid that when it hit, his cock would explode. He pulled his knees up into the air and began to pump his hips upward to expedite the ecstasy. As he did so Jim began to pump harder and faster, but making sure the strokes remained from tip to base in their depth. His jaw ached terribly, and even though he would rather suck Brad's beautiful banana than eat when he was hungry, he knew it must be over soon or he would die of lockjaw. So he decided to try a technique he had once read in a dirty magazine.
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