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MEMORIAL to the DAY

by WV GRIFFIN


I actually had to fight myself to finish my conversation after my eyes fell upon his sexy form as he walked across the lot. Thank goodness it ended soon for my mind immediately began to run through memories of what can happen when that blue-eyed stud and I get together. The thoughts caused my cock to harden quick, and my mouth to water almost beyond my conscious ability to control it.

I locked my brown eyes on his, stared into them and hoped he read the message within them. A wink from him made me smile and started my mind to furiously work to formulate a strategy. One that would soon put me on my knees before his long and thick cock. The quick stares, winks and occasional drag of his tongue over his moustache let me know he cruised on wave with me. I could only grin when I locked my eyes on his crotch to see his hardness throb. The impatience I felt to tell him how much I wanted to eat his cock overwhelmed me so. I managed to use it to ask him to accompany me while I picked up a few things I needed for the day.

“So where were you headed?” I asked while we walked up the stairs.

“Nowhere really,” he said and quickly grasped at his crotch with full knowledge my eyes were on him. “What are you going to do?”

I smiled at his question and then stared into his sunburst blues.

“I’m gonna grab a few things first, then take care of you, and then I’m headed out to the park with the rest of the gang.

“Alright,” he said with a grin. “I’ll go with you guys.” He again groped his crotch and gave me that knowing grin.

No one seemed ready to leave when we returned, and my hunger for him had only strengthened; my mind instantly picked the ideal place for me to take care of him, so I walked out the door of the hallway, to have him follow.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Outside.”

“But it’s so hot out there.” he protested. I signaled for him to follow and he did. Once outside, I sat on the wall and waited for him to stand before me. When he did, I signaled for him to step closer and rushed when he did.

“I want to suck your cock.” I told him.

“I know,” he said with a nod. “I want you too, but where?”

“When I show you where, you’ll understand why I stepped out here to tell you. Alright?”

He nodded and gave a quizzical gaze when I walked him back into the hall. I stood for a second and listened.

“So, what now?” he whispered.

“I suck your cock.” I whispered back.

“But where? They’ll be leaving soon.” he gestured up the stairs.

“We could go down.” I said and pointed.

“The basement!” I watched his eyes light up when he spoke.

The closer we got to the bottom of the stairs, the more the buzz on my head caused my brain to run the raw memories before my eyes. I stood and stared at his sexy form, ready at any moment to drop to my knees and justify his throbber. We knew we could be caught at any moment, but we let our carnality override our sensibility, strictly for the sake of getting a nut. He nodded in agreement as I reached to turn out the light.

I spent eye adjustment time happy to hear him open his belt and jeans. Then I began to run my hands over his hair dusted lower body. I slid my tongue slow over his thigh, and tensed when it contacted his hairy balls. They tasted clean, yet just a slight bit salty with the ballsweat induced by the more than ninety degree outside temperature. To me they tasted like a man’s balls should, and I fell to them and ate at them hungrily. Either one at a time or I slurped the whole package in. Then slid my drenched tongue over, under and between them with a slow and meaningful constancy.

My roving right hand made contact with his rigid cock; two fingers pulled it down and rubbed it over my cheek. My mouth watered so hard to taste it, but his balls felt and tasted too good to let go right away. The blue-eyed hot guy moaned and raised his hips a bit; my tongue instinctively followed the trail of hair down, to his perineum. I attacked that muscle slow. First I dragged my wet lips over it to hear him moan, and then feel his hands going for my head. I let him get a hand on it and he did exactly as I needed and pushed my face tighter to him. Within seconds I began to bite at his tender middle and fought the urge to bite as hard as my ravenous hunger had instructed. When to my horny surprise he pressed harder, I did bite him just a bit harder.

Before I knew it, his cock hovered just above my nose and I could smell the precum-coated head as it called for my mouth to come and wash saliva over it. I tried to slowly drag my tongue over the head of his throbber, but my hunger made me instead sink it right down my throat. Once done, I rubbed my nose through, and deeply sniffed the pleasingly sweaty scent of his light brown pubic bush. His hands gripped my head tight and I reveled to hear him fight to keep quiet his otherwise uncontrollable pertinent urge to cry out loud in a tone, which signified the pleasure he felt. I rolled my tongue around his shaft on the way back to the head, reached my goal and then plunged the head back down my throat seconds later. The vocal urge he tried to control turned to a long and drawn growl as he held my face mashed securely to his crotch. The more I tasted of his cock, the more I wanted it and the hot man-sauce that boiled within his balls, which rolled oh so slowly under my lightly whiskered chin.

The foreskin slid back on the next plunge and gave me a taste of the sweat that had built up under it. I freed his meat to the tip of my tongue and then ran it under the thick sheath and captured the full and delicious essence of his foreskin funk. Not satisfied that I had gotten it all, I rolled the sheath completely back with my lips and fully cleaned his cockhead of the tasty treasure. He slid a hand over my head and thrust his hips to me, which helped me to again swallow his cock and made it difficult for him to keep his moans low. I talked and taunted him into something of frenzy while I slurped over the thickness of his eight-inch cock. I asked him if he had been on the hunt for me to suck his cock. He said yes and that he had planned to stop by when we made eye contact out front. I gave his cock oral care for a bit longer and then changed my area of attack.

I moved my action down and stopped at his balls. I first took one and then the other, then the both of them into my mouth. Dragged my tongue lazily under and over them until his hands were on my head and he filled my ears with some hot whispers. He applied a slight push to my head and I let it guide me where he wanted; which served to be further down to his perineum. There I found more fresh sweat to lap up and I went for it and the area with wild abandon. He had his hands all over my head; he pulled at it, pushed on it and moved it around for his total pleasure.

Our low moans began to happen a second apart, he raised his knees a bit and began to buck his sensitive middle to my adept tongue. I felt the saliva run heavy over my chin, eased down another centimeter or so and ground my three days of whiskers into his sensitive asshole.

“Yeah!” he said in full voice and got only fingertip play when he reached to grab my head. The second attempt served successful and he pulled at my head until I followed his coax and went back to that dick. I slurped that cock in and out of my mouth for a time, made sure to get it nice and wet so I could swallow it.

“Yes! Yes!” he cried when I did swallow it. I went on to hold that cock in my throat until he began to moan and groan and then he forced me to give that meat up.

But I continued in my no-rest-for-the-horny style and trapped his cock against his flat and hair dusted belly before he could regain a good breath. He growled as I methodically dragged tongue along the underside, from base to tip and back, with tongue tip lolling along the main vein. I snaked my hands up his lightly sweaty torso, latched one onto a nipple and the other one found his face. I stroked it lightly with a single finger, traced over its distinctive features. In my mind I saw his face; flushed some passionate shade of red with those sunburst blues heavily glazed. They fluctuated between half closed and screamingly wide open as he watched me move my face the length of his cock. The moustache crowned mouth lay open just slightly, as if he were about to add to my hunger with a profane command or two. When my finger reached the dimple in his square chin, my mental scene became physical as my tongue slid over his prominent and sweat laced Adam’s apple. My mouth only watered instantly for another taste of his fresh, salty sweat. I felt it bob when he swallowed, which gave me a taste in both directions.

When my hungry mouth again reached the head of his cock, I sucked it hard, fast and continuously. Salivated heavily to his loudly whispered commands.

“Yeah! Suck my cock man! Suck it till it shoots that cum in your mouth!”

“Mmmm!” I said around his cock, swallowed and then held it for as long as he could stand. Much to my delight I got to taste a bit of his precum when I released his cockhead to my lips and dipped my tongue into the slit.

“Damn that feels so good!” he whispered.

“This?” I whispered back and again inserted my tongue tip and flickered it around.

“Yes, that!” He exclaimed. I continued the teasing flicker to almost immediately feel his body stiffen. Within a few seconds he became as relaxed as I, but he moaned, groaned and seethed while his hands roamed over my head with an ever-increasing amount of pressure.

I stared at his cock while I orally gratified it, again taken in by the actual beauty of it. What my tongue eagerly traveled over was tasty, white and smooth. It tapered gently back and then thickened into a ridge and completed itself where the shaft began. My first notice of the shaft served to be the wrinkled foreskin. I slid it back up to cover the head, ran my tongue under it and then swallowed his cock again because I just could not help myself.

“Do you know why I love to suck your cock?” I asked when I came up for a breath.

“No.” he softly whispered.

“It’s eight plus inches long, like my own, uncut unlike mine and it’s a challenge.”

“Why such a challenge?” he raised his head and asked.

“If you enjoyed sucking cock as much as I do, you’d have to agree that to suck a cock almost as long as your own has to be something of a challenge.” I paused to swallow that cock again, lightly pinched a nipple and then felt a hot shiver when he moaned and held tight to my head.

“I hope you never turn the challenge down!” he said, snickered and helped move my oral attention back to his balls.

I took them both in and washed tongue over them with enough pressure for him to feel, and to moan about. Then I released them and dragged my wet tongue over their hairy mass. When I again felt saliva on my chin, on the run and ready to release another drop down to his steamy asshole, I made him again feel my chin when I rubbed it over his hole. He whispered something I barely understood, and then ceased my action when he raised his legs. I swear I felt his blues as they blazed in my direction full of pleading lust.

“Those balls sure do taste good!” I told him as my hands roamed over his chest. The sound of his impatient groan caused me to move my face right down to his puckered asshole with little control.

That became when I noticed that a little more light had crept in on us. For some reason it scared me a bit, but I also welcomed it for it gave me the ability to see more of him. Yet the fright made me all the more determined to finish what I fully enjoyed doing to him. I rolled my tongue slowly over my lips while I watched his asshole pulse. The light lap I dealt it got exchanged for a drop of sweat on my tongue. The second after I tasted it, I mashed my tongue to his hole, licked it like wild and growled for him to feel it. Though I wanted to let him raise his legs higher to give me a better attack angle, my hunger wouldn’t let me break from that clean and tasty hole. I used a few fingers to spread his soft cheeks, turned my head to the side and groaned as I tried to force all my flickering tongue into him.

“That’s it!” he heaved. “Ram that hot fucking tongue right in me!” he seethed down at me.

I felt his pulse go from easy to racing in a matter of minutes. The more I stabbed my tongue into his hole, the heavier his breaths became. He wrapped his blue jean confined legs around my lower body and used them as a prod to keep the action going. When I felt the weight bench he laid on shift, I realized his goal to get grip on my head. I opened my eyes to look at the object of my frenzy. It reacted to his every breath; pulsed and sort of winked at me. It made me smile and I also felt a definite boost in my hunger for Larry. I dove back in to get more of my unyielding tongue into him on the first stab. He immediately began to fuck his ass to my tongue and moan in synch with every stab. That only served to excite me further.

I seized his cock with a few fingers and pulled it down as far as possible without any pain for him. I slid my index finger over the head to find that a substantial amount of precum waited there. My mouth watered to taste it, being that I’ve always loved the taste of his sauce. I forced myself to get past the urge and rubbed that ooze over my forehead. The feel of it alone became enough to make me wish not only for more of what I felt, but an entire hot, thick and plentiful load of his sauce all over my face. Or anywhere else he might have cared to shoot it.

“Oh yeah man! Make me cum!” he seethed as I continued to beat his cock, get wanted reaction from him and more of the fluid I sometimes crave. Again I ran my finger over the head and felt more precum, and because the hunger for it would not subside, I worked out enough to cover two fingertips, brought them down and inserted them into my mouth. The intensity of the wave that washed over me felt glorious. It happened with a force that hazed my mind and left me lost for the duration of it.

I took a break to let him raise his legs, but only for the few seconds it took for me to duck below his ankles. I placed my tongue right back against that hole and I slid it up into the wetness. The taste I got was fresh, tangy with his sweat and it made my cock throb to replace my tongue to feel such delicious heat. His sneakered feet rested easily on my back and again I felt the slide that prodded me along like before. I followed the hint to the letter and munched out on his hole almost to the point of biting the bits of rim skin. His reaction to my nips made it really hard for me to want to maintain control of my action.

I did it in a move back from his hole and unleashed my hunger on his balls and perineum. He attempted to remove his cock from my hand when I slurped his light brown hairy balls into my mouth. I forced him to renege when I dragged tongue over his perineum while I cradled his tender nuts. After I did that long enough to make him begin to groan, I released his balls.

I inhaled a fast breath and dove right back into his perineum. He inhaled long and sharp from the initial contact, and then exhaled deep and heavy when my tongue smeared over his extremely sensitive middle. He moaned deep and then enclosed my head in the provocative and sweaty heat of his hair laced thighs. When he released my head, I let him have his cock and he immediately began to stroke it.

“I gotta get off man!” he groaned. “I can’t hold back no longer!” I moaned in response, turned my head to the side and slurped his balls back in to keep my mouth busy.

I worked it over his balls until they were secured against the entrance to my throat. My breathing shifted to via nostrils and I latched my teeth lightly to his perineum. He called down to me and again enclosed my head in his thighs, strictly due to passion-induced reflex. The action jammed my teeth a bit tighter on him than I would have consciously clamped them, but he seemed not to mind. His moans were deep and frequent, and I could only imagine the alluring contorted expression his handsome face had upon it.

I alternated between the bite and suck on his balls and perineum while I slowly beat my own iron hard cock. The feel of his balls as they rolled around on my tongue sent my brain into practical meltdown. I soon felt my load begin to boil hot in my ball tubes. He warned me of his readiness to get off soon and I wanted to move my mouth to his cock, but for some reason, could not. The moans he filled my ears with got to me, but weren’t what really kicked me into action.

“Yeah man! Come and get it!” he groaned to have me get to that cock in a flash. My tongue covered the slit and the initial blast traveled a course right past it. It splashed with force in my open mouth and made me glad I didn’t try and swallow. As fast as that one passed, the bulk of his load came forth. But not in shots, it came to me in a long and hot, very tasty stream. In order to handle all I got, I slurped his load continuously and swallowed really fast.

At some point during his orgasm, my load shot forth. My need to cry out somewhat caused my lips to loosen grip on his dick, but I lost not one drop of that load. I just put all his cock in my mouth and allowed that cum to pool in my jaw until we were finished. Then I lay my head in his trim belly and waited for calm breaths to return.

“Damn wasn’t that great!” he exclaimed, to have me moan in agreement as I cleaned his cock of the entire load.


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