Young, Bored And Looking For Cock: Pt 7

The boy ate out my ass while I masturbated.

I occasionally broke the rhythm of stroking my meat by beating my rock hard meat against the top of his head.

Brad may have needed to be taught how to slow down and suck cock but there was nothing he didn’t know about how to rim.

The feeling of his tongue darting in and out of my butt-hole was ecstasy. And just when I was getting used to the sensation I could feel him switching things up by blowing air on it then his mouth nibbling the outer perimeter, first gently then more feverishly.

It got to a point where I had to make him stop altogether.

I needed to regroup and calm the rush of cum that had built up in my balls. I could feel it coursing through my cock, the veins bulging and the column of flesh throbbing.

The nut was travelling the length of my dick to the tip, threatening to erupt like a volcano if I didn’t use all my self-restraint.

There was no way I was going to prematurely spill my seed into my hand when there was an eager, young warm hole just a few feet away, just waiting to be bred.

I stopped jerking off and used that same hand to palm the top of his head, halting any further anal stimulation, giving me the time to take a few deep breaths.

When I had calmed down and could feel that I was no longer in danger of cumming I reached down, grabbed him by the ears and pulled him up from his position between my legs.

Once I had him settled in a new position on top of me; his lithe, wiry frame against my bulk I could feel his dick pressed on top of mine and we were eye to eye for the first time.

I held him by his ass-cheeks to grind his body into mine but I had to slow his movements and calm him down. He was humping and bumping like a puppy wiggling with excitement in his master’s embrace.

When our rhythm was more to my liking I drew him close to kiss.

I could smell and taste my own acrid, musky scent on him as our mouths locked, being further turned on as my tongue played with the same tongue that had just been between my legs.

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